| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 3:56 | 
|
|||
|
We're words upon a window Written there in steam In the heat of the moment At the birth of a dream Vapors passing really So I'm touched by the thoughts In the fleeting minutes after The time that we've come Come and go, you know, where the wind blows An' though I couldn't define I can only tell you that I Got a heavy soul Tuesdays dressed in shearling Anchored on belief In the sunlight on the water Or rain upon a leaf And I'm touched by its' beauty And I hope to touch you too 'Cause I still seek the same things That I once sought to be true And you know, that where the wind blows Tho' I wouldn't be lying, when I tell you that I Got a heavy soul It's a joy to know I've got a heavy soul We're words upon a window Written there in steam In the heat of the moment Everything is what it seems Vapors passing nearly So I'm touched by the thought That I can't be beaten and I can't be bought And you'll know.................... That where the wind blows I don't think I'd be lyin' When I tell you that I I've got a heavy soul |
||||||
| 2. |
| 3:12 |
|
|||
|
I've got a grapefruit matter
It's as sour as shit I have no solutions Better get used to it I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit I'm Narcissus in a puddle In shop windows I gloat Like a ball of fleece lining In my camel skin coat I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit Did you think I should Nemesis in a muddle In a mirror I look Like a streak of sheet lightnin' In my rattleskin shoes - I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit Did you think I should |
||||||
| 3. |
| 4:24 |
|
|||
|
Yellow strands mingle into red Warm air blows, down upon her soft bed She licks my face and the feeling spreads I'm up in Suzes' room - flowers bloom-ing-ful I'm up in Suzes' room - where life goes so soon She's anything that you can call free She's everything that she wants to be She has everything that you could want to see I'm up in Suzes' room - flowers full in bloom I'm up in Suzes' room - where time goes so soon Soon, against the moon A big sky paints - but she calls the tunes She's cool that way - how I wish it could stay Forever that way No one moves - no one can When luck rolls its' coins, they land where they stand To make us everything that you never planned I'm up in Suzes' room - people bloom-ing-ful Up in Suzes' room - where life goes so soon |
||||||
| 4. |
| 3:27 |
|
|||
|
It's in a stroke of a brush
It's in the wave of a hand And a view so bright It turns the world And makes all right Yet seems to say Come what may You will be what you will With a brush stroke of fate You will have to think again If you touch by it all Lucky to be brushed by it all - Than walk a crooked mile In a worn out smile That you found on the ground Somebody else threw it down Looks like that you're the next bessed in town It's in a verse that you read It's in the tune in your head That makes all light Turns your world Illuminates life And makes you see All the love within Is still yet to come out Like the word - as a bang! You may have to think again And get touched by it all Than walk in single file In a worn out smile That you found on the ground Somebody else threw it down Looks like you're the next blessed in town |
||||||
| 5. |
| 2:58 |
|
|||
|
Driving nowhere - going no place
I'm just drifting - I've got low faith I'm just waiting for a tide To take me nowhere - along for a ride Pleasure sifting - can you keep it And as I'm drifting - it's hard to feel it I feel I'm floating in a time Driving nowhere - along for a ride I've nowhere to be - only leave some miles behind And within me I see, there's places I've yet to find Driving nowhere - going no place I get restless - I'm still curious And I'm just waiting for a tide To take me nowhere - along for a ride I'm driving nowhere |
||||||
| 6. |
| 5:14 |
|
|||
|
Nothing I'd say or I could do
Could move the mountains from your view Nothing I see or I could show There's only darkness now I know I should have been there to inspire you Not paint your world a cold, cold blue I should have been there to inspire you I could have told you truthful too ???- that I believed in you I could have been there within your reach This is not self pity of which I speak I never took time to see how you'd grown I never took the care it takes to know Never took the time to see what you'd found But always had the time to bring you down More than all this I do not know Only that love is here to show Someone a world, to be themselves A place to fall when all else fails And friends harsh words cut deep and sore But believe me mine will hurt me more In those moments before I sleep When I am truly alone to see I should have been there to inspire you Not paint your world a cold, cold blue I should have been there to inspire you I could have told you truthful too ???- that I believed in you |
||||||
| 7. |
| 3:10 |
|
|||
|
We're words upon a window Written there in steam In the heat of the moment At the birth of a dream Vapors passing really So I'm touched by the thoughts In the fleeting minutes after The time that we've come Come and go, you know, where the wind blows An' though I couldn't define I can only tell you that I Got a heavy soul Tuesdays dressed in shearling Anchored on belief In the sunlight on the water Or rain upon a leaf And I'm touched by its' beauty And I hope to touch you too 'Cause I still seek the same things That I once sought to be true And you know, that where the wind blows Tho' I wouldn't be lying, when I tell you that I Got a heavy soul It's a joy to know I've got a heavy soul We're words upon a window Written there in steam In the heat of the moment Everything is what it seems Vapors passing nearly So I'm touched by the thought That I can't be beaten and I can't be bought And you'll know.................... That where the wind blows I don't think I'd be lyin' When I tell you that I I've got a heavy soul |
||||||
| 8. |
| 2:20 |
|
|||
|
Minds alive! On Friday Street
Summerflys around my feet And wee still stars Are in my eyes And mine's alive on Friday Street A pulse goes on, on Friday Street Time seems longer against its beat And it's easy to remember And it's hard to forget That mine's alive on Friday Street Yeh! Mine's still alive on Friday Street And I see myself And it seems so clear I can walk through the world Like I'm not really here And I really don't care 'Cause mine's still alive on Friday Street Lives alive on Friday Street You start to shine in a brand new heat And the world is clear Like you're not really here And I see myself And I'm really not scared 'Cause mine's still alive on Friday Street Mine's still alive on Friday Street It's like plugging back in on Friday Street May it always come alive! on Friday Street |
||||||
| 9. |
| 3:32 |
|
|||
|
And I've got my thoughts to position
But do I know how to act? I got no silent ambitions But does that make me a man Until I learn all I can And mean all I understand As a way of living And I'm a piece of the earth I take no offence I can be who I am I have no pretense Only to what you can be If you want to be It's a way of living I've got a pen in my pocket Does that make me a writer Standing on the mountain Doesn't make me no higher Putting on gloves Don't make you a fighter And all the study in the world Doesn't make it science So grab a piece in the air Try an' make it sing Try and be who you can It's the real, real thing I'm into what you can be If you want to be It's a way of giving I've got a pick in my pocket Does that make me a player Words can't do What action does louder Putting on gloves Don't make you a fighter And all the study in the world Doesn't make it science I've got a pen in my pocket Does that make me a writer Standing on the mountain Doesn't make me no higher Putting on gloves Don't make you a fighter And all the study in the world Doesn't make it science I've got a pick in my pocket Does that make me a player Words can't do What action does louder Putting on gloves Don't make you a fighter And all the study in the world Doesn't make it science |
||||||
| 10. |
| 2:55 |
|
|||
|
Try - try if you can
Try and get your back up And off the golden sands Try to get somewhere That you've never been As you sit upon the green grass There's still so much to see And find yourself - waiting just to fly Fly - fly Just what you want Is just what you'll get As you fall upon the real path Or take the safer bet You can give everything Still none comes to you You can hang life 'round you're neck, y'all I may hang there too And find myself - waiting just to fly Fly - fly Try - try if only for you You can hang life 'round your neck y'all Or you can be there too And find yourself just waiting to fly Fly - fly |
||||||
| 11. |
| 2:46 |
|
|||
|
Gentle rain
Here it comes again Rattling 'round your window, threatening pain Coming on like a friend, but you know better than Yesterday that held you by a different hand Hail and stone And all that's gone When everything that passes, cuts to the bone Turning like a wheel dragging a heavy stone A weight that ties you down that you will never own Strange to see, a paper smile on thee When once you moved and light the room For us all to be Now if I could be the sun I'd shine in your life If I could be the rain, I'd rain from your eyes And I'd wash away the emptiness you feel inside |
||||||
| 12. |
| 3:02 |
|
|||
|
She's in my head
She's in my mind And I'm all she says Yes she knows me well As well as you can She's on my side I often hide In her magic hair And there I learn again - the joy of life The wonder of it all And this I feel - that through her I learn Another way to be You take my breath, I feel consumed Take it all - I want to know What lies behind - your smiles and shells Wish I knew you well Come in my head Come in my mind You can only love, when you open up To be yourself |
||||||
|
