Richard Julian

Hush now baby, don't you pout
Spring is just around the corner
You may be down but you're not out
Spring is just around the bend

The honey circle or the wine
Just when you all but lost your mind
It's gonna hit you from behind
Spring is just around the corner, trust me

Well, all the lake is frozen and the well is empty
We're staring into the abyss
There's that old turner phrase
That my grandmother lent me
Goes something like this

The darkest part of the night
Always comes before the light
That's in the Bible, it's got to be right
Spring is just around, spring is just around
Spring is just around the corner

I think the President put it best
When he gave his big address
He said, I know what they told you in the press
But people, spring is just around the corner
Trust me, spring is just around the corner

Spring is just around, spring is just around
Spring is just around the corner

I used to work in an ice cream shop,
Sugar cone with a cherry on top.
This girl, she had a pretty face,
I think her mother might've owned the place.
I stilll think about her sometimes, no reason at all.

I took a trip in a Buick once,
Stayed out West for a couple of months.
The apples and the oranges there,
They shine a lot better than they shine here,
Other than that, things turned out the same.

Oh no, we got bills to pay.
Oh no, we got errands to run.
Oh no, too many things to do.
And I'm not gonna do a damn one.

You see, I'm working off this leftover buzz,
Morning after a part of it was,
By all accounts a great success.
I have many friends and aquaintences,
Thing is, I've never been good with names.

Oh no, we got bills to pay.
Oh no, too many errands to run.
Oh no, too many bills to pay,
And I can't pay a damn one.

Oh, but I know I'm gonna make a lot of money one day,
I got this hunch that it's on the way.
I'm gonna stack it up on my living room floor,
Dig me a trench by the living room door.
Hunker down, and wait for the IRS.

Sometimes love is just a cheap guitar
Good for a trip to the beach or the bar
Not what you go at the show by far
Baby, this love is just a cheap guitar

What are we hanging on to?
What are we hanging on to?
For just a beat to bang along to
What are we hanging on to?

Sometimes love is just a rank motel
Springs in the mattress are all shot to hell
But it's late and you're low on fuel so you might as well
Baby, this love is like a rank motel

What are we hanging on to?
What are we hanging on to?
For just a beat to bang along to
What are we hanging on to?

You've got to listen to your heart
Listen to your heart
Your heart will tell you
Don't let your head
Try and sell you
Some kind of cheap imitation
Made in a Haitian sweatshop piece of junk

What are we hanging on to?
What are we hanging on to?
For just a beat to bang along to
What are we hanging on to?

Sometimes love is just a cheap guitar
Good for a trip to the beach or the bar
Not what you go at the show by far
Baby, this love is just a cheap guitar

What are we hanging on to?
What are we hanging on to?
For just a beat to bang along to
What are we hanging on to?

Sometimes love is just a rank motel
Springs in the mattress are all shot to hell
But it's late and you're low on fuel so you might as well
Baby, this love is like a rank motel

What are we hanging on to?
What are we hanging on to?
For just a beat to bang along to
What are we hanging on to?

You've got to listen to your heart
Listen to your heart
Your heart will tell you
Don't let your head
Try and sell you
Some kind of cheap imitation
Made in a Haitian sweatshop piece of junk

What are we hanging on to?
What are we hanging on to?
For just a beat to bang along to
What are we hanging on to?

Cold grey sky
I don't stand a chance
There's a naked branch
Out the window and I
Feel that bitter chill
Makes my heart stand still
Something 'bout a cold grey sky

It's real
The feeling inside
It's real
It's got nothing to hide
It's real
It's real

Summer's gone
Came and went like that
Blew away like a hat
Oh, but who needs the sun
It just leads you on
The one who takes you home
Always the cold grey sky

It's real
It won't be denied
It's real
It's got nothing to hide
It's real
It's real

Summer's gone
Came and went like that
Blew away like a hat
And left this cold grey sky

Something 'bout a cold grey sky

Damn
I can't believe my luck
There's a lump in my throat like I'm passing the truck

Damn
I can't believe my luck
Am I reading you right?
Aw, shucks
Let's get outta here
This movie sucks

Damn
I can't believe my luck

You wanna go?
Well, come on, let's go.

Well, you still got all your baby fat
Where'd you learn to talk like that?

Damn
I ran my hand along the edge of your tan
You started talking like a sailor man

Damn
Where'd you learn to talk like that

You wanna go?
Well, come on, let's go.

I feel old
I feel young
I feel lost
I feel won
Callin' 911, Callin' 911
We got an old guy here
He's having too much fun
Damn

You wanna go?
Well, come on, let's go

Just tell me how you like it
Scrambled of fried
Overeasy
Poached on the side
Just tell me how you like it

I should've warned you
When you wake up with me
My kinky hair looks like a Joshua Tree
I should've warned you
Damn

Do you really have to go?
Do you really have to go?
Well, go on then, go
Damn.

Flying half-mast overcast with a gun ship grey
You ever hear of such a thing
A spring with no month of May?

Ooooh there's frost on Memorial Day
Oh love, I'm half-blind
Could you please help me find my way?

I chewed all the fun from my gum
Waiting for a train
Fell prey to those thoughts that come
When you're caught in the rain

Ooooh I'm on the edge
I'm in the yellow paint
Oh love, I'm half-mad
Let's hope that means I'm half-sane

The touch of your lips
A lunar eclipse, so soft
And yet this river of doubt
The spout that I can't turn off

Ooooh I want your flu, baby
Not just your cough
Please make me a man
Not this sham whom love leaves lost

Staring out at the church
At the pigeons perched in the leaves
Wondering what might have been had I not fallen in with thieves

Ooooh could you make that a double please?
Oh love, it's late don't wait up for me
Oh love, it's late don't wait up for me
Don't wait up

Sir, step aside,
These people were here first.
As you can see, the line forms over there.
We're all in a hurry sir.
Your claim is no worse.
Line's over there,
Look at all these people you see here,
Certain none of us want to be here.
End of the line.
End of the line.

The sign was posted when you purchased your merchandise.
Sir, did you read the sign?
Sir, read the sign.
Store credit only,
And I see you bought this at the sale price.
Read the sign.
I don't make the policies, sir.
Please take my apologies, sir.
End of the line.
End of the line.

Miss Jones there's a man out here
Wants to speak to a manager.
He's using foul language,
And he's frightening the staff.
I already explained that.
Could you come to the register?
He's frightening the staff.
Sir, there's no need to raise your voice.
Sir, I'm afraid you leave me no choice.
End of the line.
End of the line.
End of the line.
Sir, please,
Sir, please,
Sir, put down the gun.

Just before the old man's eyeballs fixed,
He went pale as an eskimo.
Said, "Young man, ??? but,
Young man before I go,
I'm gonna leave you with a piece of advice,
Don't ever take advice from no one.
It doesn't matter if you're naughty or nice,
You still get a lump of coal.

And if a heart breaks
And nobody's around,
Tell me son, does it still make a sound?
And if a heart breaks
And nobody's around,
Tell me son, does it still make a sound?

You know, when I was your age,
There were these neighbors of mine,
Tried to make the Lord save your mind.
Came knocking on my door one morning around six,
Told them where to stick their crucifix.
Come 30 years later, yes son,
Guess who goes to church like his neighbors do?
I meet some good people there,
Some jackasses too,
Pretty much like the way it is everywhere.
Well, I'm getting that here.

But I'm trying to say,
Son, I'm concerned that you're losing your way.
You keep down that cocky little road you're on,
You're gonna wind up underground alone.

Chorus x3

Gotta sack away some money in my bottom drawer.
You can split that money with your brother.
Y'all go use that money for whatever you wanna use it for,
Just don't tell your mother."

Playing dead
On the unmade bed
With the book unread
And the New York Times undone in my head
Over those words I said
To that love of mine
That love of mine
Of mine

So many blessings
So little time
It's easier I find to dwell on the lows
But not her
She's a child of the sun
She sees everyone
Through a veil of rose
That love of mine
Of mine

And in the mirror
Of her eyes
I've seen my lies
And they scare me half to death
With their troubles so deep
I start to weep at the end of a laugh
That love of mine
Of mine

Oh yes, love
The pleasure and the pain
A blessing and a bane
Blah, blah, and all that
I need this like a hole in my brain
Like a downtown train needs an uptown track

No, that wasn't really you
No, that wasn't really me
We were just making movies
Those were two people we just pretended to be for a while
We were just making movies
You got into make up
I stuttered my lines
We were just making movies
You said, "One minute, I'll draw the blinds"
We were just making movies
Lights, Camera, Action

Oh, but the coming attraction
Oh, but the coming attraction
Oh, but the coming attraction
Special effects
Violence and sex
We knew how to make movies
On the edge of our seats
We wanted to know what came next
Sure is fun at the movies
It really looked like a classic
We were well on our way
'Til the script got ambitious and the plot went astray
And it left us off here at these questions today
Were we really making movies?
Was it really only movies?
We were just making movies

Word's on the street
You're in trouble again
Well, may the good Lord defend you
You're on your own

All the king's horses
All the king's men
We've done our best trying to mend you
You're on your own
Own
You're on

Well, the field's full of dust
And the merchant wants his pay
Say goodbye to the farm
You're on your own

Me, I'm pulling out
While I can still say
That I wish you no harm
And mean it
Own
You're on

Not a thing I can do for you
Even if I wanted to
And I
And I
Don't want to no more
Sure is freezing out there today
The chimmeny tops are burning
You're on your own

Baby, the next hardest thing
To being turned away
Is having to do the turning
Believe me
Own
You're on
You're on
This time

The passenger window framed you like a screen,
And deep in my mind I was filming a scene,
Of the land rushing by, your shades, and your hat.
I prefer a memory to a photograph.

It was merely a muse,
It was in, it was out,
'Til I made the mistake of speaking out loud.
You said, "I got the camera right here in the back."
Oh, why'd I have to go and kill a moment like that?
I prefer the memory to the photograph.
Oooh, memory to a photograph.

You know, I sometimes get this little deja vu,
It comes in the dark when I'm lying with you.
And even the salt in the air comes back,
Then I'm open to anything but what you had.
The blur of the land, your shades, and your hat,
Oooh, I prefer a memory to a photograph.

No, the picture we took didn't capture all this.
Just a faraway look, a scene that I missed.
A sign of what was to come perhaps,
Did you know then that when you were showing me that?
I prefer the memory to the photograph.
One world is round, and the other is flat.
Oooh, memory to a photograph.

She's drunk enough when she is sober.
She don't need no alcohol,
Don't need no artificial means,
No amphetamines to cause her to fall.

She's like the rain in the middle of sunlight,
Leaves you confused, but still reborn.
I've been up all night, havin' a ball,
Starin' at the view of my brick wall in Slow New York.

I heard that creaking in the hallway,
I wiped my eyes and turned on the light.
I took some medicine from the shelf,
Just a bad influence on myself when you're out of sight.

I thought she asked me for the world once,
All she wanted was some comfort and nothing more.
But like the morning's on Monday, these things are colored grey in Slow New York.

And if you go back to the night,
We'll go by the Sunday times, a little salt, a couple lines to beat the heat.
You're gonna swear I make 'em better
Than the Mexicans on Remmington Street.

Took the latch off of the front gate.
I hid the key up over the door.
If you wanna come home like you once said,
I'm still on the same side of the bed in Slow New York.
If you wanna come home like you once said,
I'm still on the same side of the bed in Slow New York,
Slow New York.