Far and Away
The Road and the End
Out of Gas
Out of gas Out of road Out of car I don't know how I'm going to go and I had a drink the other day Opinions were like kittens I was giving them away I had a drink the other day I had a lot to say And I said: You will come down soon too You will come down too soon You will come down soon too Soon enough you will come down, come down You will come down soon too You will come down too soon You'll come down, come down You'll come down, come down
Modest Mouse
Red Angel
Native Woman
Beware of Darkness
With Thanks to George Harrison for Title
Watch out now, take care
Beware of falling swingers
Dropping all around you
The pain that often mingles
In your fingertips
Beware of darkness
Watch out now, take care
Beware of the thoughts that linger
Winding up inside your head
The hopelessness around you
In the dead of night
Beware of sadness
It can hit you
It can hurt you
Make you sore and what is more
That is not what you are here for
Watch out now, take care
Beware of soft shoe shufflers
Dancing down the sidewalks
As each unconscious sufferer
Wanders aimlessly
Beware of Maya
Watch out now, take care
Beware of greedy leaders
They take you where you should not go
While Weeping Atlas Cedars
They just want to grow, grow and grow
Beware of darkness (beware of darkness)
Got Milk?
Eden, Then and Now
by Ruth Stone
In ’29 before the dust storms
sandblasted Indianapolis,
we believed in the milk company.
Milk came in glass bottles.
We spread dye-colored butter,
now connected to cancer.
We worked seven to seven
with no overtime pay;
pledged allegiance every day,
pitied the starving Armenians.
One morning in the midst of plenty,
there were folks out of context,
who were living on nothing.
Some slept in shacks
on the banks of the river.
This phenomenon investors said
would pass away.
My father worked for the daily paper.
He was a union printer;
lead slugs and blue smoke.
He worked with hot lead
at a two-ton machine,
in a low-slung seat;
a green-billed cap
pulled low on his forehead.
He gave my mother a dollar a day.
You could say we were rich.
This was the Jazz Age.
The Day Before Tomorrow
Written by n. finn & t. finn Take the Weather with You. Walking round the room singing Stormy weather At 57 mount pleasant street Now its the same room but everythings different You can fight the sleep but not the dream. Things ain't cooking in my kitchen Strange affliction washes over me Julius caesar and the roman empire Couldnt conquer the blue sky Theres a small boat made of china Going nowhere on the mantlepiece Do I lie like a loungeroom lizard Or do I sing like a bird released Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you, Everywhere you go you always take the weather. Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you, Take the weather,take the weather with you.
Small Countries
Small Countries
In defense of whatever happens next, the navy of flat-bottomed pop-
corn clouds steams over like they are floating down a river we're un-
der. To the west, red cliffs, more pasture, the blue Medicine Bow with
stretchmarked snowfields, quartzite faces like sunny bone. I'm worried
about Lyle getting back from town with his oxygen, but then I see him
through binoculars turn the Studebaker, antlike, off the county road
and up the four-mile grade, so small down there that I want to imagine
his hands on the wheel, still strong, his creased blue jeans and high-
top shoes I know he wears to town. He turns off the road on a small
knoll about halfway up and stops the truck, facing the mountains. He
still looks small against so much space, but I can see his left arm and
shoulder and the brim of his hat lowered as he lights a smoke and
looks off toward the mountains, and small countries of light and dark
rush across the prairie towards him and over him.
Schools Out
School's Out
Alice Cooper
Well we got no choice
All the girls and boys
Makin all that noise
'Cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya
Can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya
That's a drag
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Well we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Out for summer
Out till fall
We might not go back at all
School's out forever
School's out for summer
School's out with fever
School's out completely
Custer’s Last Stand
'You Can't Buy Shoes in a Painting'
by Jill Osier
You can't even buy a soda. You can only
see these things, see a mother steer
her son to the car, his head cocked
licking his ice cream.
Earlier, driving, trying to keep
between two cornfields, I couldn't see myself
into a map, couldn't be anywhere in it,
though I knew all the patient states
between us.
Pigeons sit high on a mill's peaked roof,
spaced even as beads. They can stand that
close to each other, but looking at them
you wouldn't know it. Would you.
Put Me In Coach
JOHN FOGERTY
from 'Put me in Coach
Got a beat-up glove, a homemade bat, and brand-new pair of shoes;
You know I think it's time to give this game a ride.
Just to hit the ball and touch 'em all – a moment in the sun;
(pop) It's gone and you can tell that one goodbye!