1. CRATER

Hello there,
Gentle Son.
A crater,
We're creating.

A crater.
Getting crushed in our dreams,
Or in our dreams,
Doing all the crushing.

Shouting out,
All your plans.
Topless at Sunset,
I saw a woman

Crater,
Getting crushed in her dreams,
Or in her dreams,
She's doing all the crushing.

In the dark,
By the light of your skin,
She'll wonder,
‘How did I fall in?'

Crater.
Getting crushed in your dreams,
Or in your dreams,
Doing all the crushing.

Doing all the crushing.
Doing all the crushing.
Crushing.
Doing all the crushing.

2. THE CONQUERING SUN

It's getting on time to plant,
Under the conquering sun.
We were willing to a man,
Under the conquering sun.

But, for the sound of the whip-poor-will
And what is to occur,
Night is a ways off still.
Soon I will be with her,
She is more than a conqueror.

Working the fugitive dust,
Under the conquering sun.
Nature, please be good to us,
Under the conquering sun.

But, with the sound of the whip-poor-will
And what is to occur,
Night, the quickening thrill.
Soon I will be with her,
She is more than a conqueror.

Ooo, day is your word, night is the glue.
Ooo, it is the work, day is your word, night is the glue.

Sound of the whip-poor-will,
of what is to occur.
Night, the quickening thrill,
Soon I will be with her,
She is more than a conqueror.

Ooo, day is your word, night is the glue.
Ooo, it is the work, day is your word, night is the glue.
Ooo, night is the glue, night is the glue.
Ooo, conquering sun, night is the glue.
Ooo,
Conquering sun, night is the glue.
Conquering sun, night is the glue.
Conquering sun, night is the glue. Night is the glue.


3. LOS ANGELES TIMES

Oh you will be known, you will be loved.

Raise a glass of hope.
Raise a glass of liberty
And a glass of something else.
May we be at ease with ourselves!
To Los Angeles times,
To all the star-free nights and the sweet sunshine.
May we be at ease with ourselves.

And then I saw you,
Through the faux-serene,
The ‘night like a room'.
Can't take my eyes off you,
I've forgotten who it is we were drinking to?

‘To the Artist!'
He was born and raised
And moved away
And lost contact with his life.
In The Los Angeles Times,
He says, ‘I wanna be known as a guy who gives a shit,
Who has contact with his life.'

Can't take my eyes off you
Between the walls, ‘under the roof'.
O When I saw you,
In your deep serene,
Under the uncluttered moon.

You will be known, you will be loved.

And may I feel no worse,
May they be more than Conquerors.
Na na na na na na.
Blah blah blah, etcetera.


(for Walter Van Tilburg Clark)

4. ONE GOOD FAST JOB

I know you keep hoping history might change,
That hope comes in a yellow dress
And all the little things that stay the same.
One night, I promise,
Two nights, tops.
There's no need for drama,
This is one good fast job.

Planes dropping paper, jets dropping scissors,
Pretty soon all them chimps are becoming
Regular Wizards.
There's what was promised,
There's what was thought.
Never mind the commas,
This is one good fast job.

“Say, ‘Art's shot!” Said Wellman to Fonda,
“Squeeze that line harder, Son,
Squeeze it like an anaconda.”
Forget the promise.
Here's what I got.
You can do it in your pajamas,
This is one good fast job.

I had to look,
I had to go,
I had to laugh.
I had to stop,
I had to jump,
I had to act.

Listen, you sound hard, you sound dope,
You sound like you lick
Your own envelopes.
Forget the promise.
Here's what I got.
How badly do you want this?
It's one good fast job.

Planes dropping paper, jets dropping scissors,
See the planes drop the paper and the jets dropping the scissors.


5. IT DIDN'T START TO BREAK MY HEART UNTIL THIS AFTERNOON

You told me to shut-up.
Eyes shining, I'd a told me to shut-up too.
Are you threatening to blow it?
No, I wanna be in cahoots with you.
It didn't start to break my heart
Until this afternoon.
It didn't start to break my heart
Until this afternoon.

Drive it like we stole it,
Through the snowflakes, into the cold of the sun.
Through the lemon haze we drove it,
Saying, ‘I don't want the freedom you want'.
We fought like two Irans.
I don't want the freedom that they do.
It didn't start to break my heart
Until this afternoon.

Until this afternoon.

Dishwasher loaded.
The clanging of the dishes
Betray my trembling hands.
The clanging of the dishes.
It didn't start to break my heart
Until this afternoon.
It didn't start to break my heart
Until this afternoon.

Until this afternoon.
Until this afternoon.
Until this afternoon.


6. BUDGET SHOES

We're walking through the Valley of Ghosts.
You're walking through in your Budget Shoes.
My Sleeping Boots,
They slow down the wind.
You said, ‘We get this wrong, it weighs a fortune.'
It weighs a fortune.

Can't go to sleep in the Valley of Ghosts.
You won't take your eyes of my Sleeping Boots.
I dreamed her face.
I saw her again.
‘To the disgrace of all,
I'm in Heaven.'

Heaven. Heaven. Heaven.

Oh I awoke in the Valley of Ghosts.
All that remained were your Budget Shoes.
Sleeping Boots,
They slow down the wind,
They lighten up your dreams and weigh a fortune.
They had been taken.

Don't go to sleep in the Valley of Ghosts!
Can't get to sleep in these Budget Shoes!
I'm walking home through the Valley of Ghosts.
Can't do a thing in these Budget Shoes.

(for Evan S. Connell)

7. DEMAND DESTRUCTION

Demand destruction?
I'm becoming impatient.
How long have I waited
To hear your view?
I'm up on things,
It's not like you think.
I get the picture
Though I rarely do.

And as the sun goes down along the shadow
Of this incredible war,
You say, ‘Is the accident never over anymore?'

Lost in the desert,
I'm becoming redundant.
Any of these shadows
Could do what I do.
I'm not a fan.
I like what you do.
It's not like I'm thinking
All day about you.

And as the sun went down behind the shadow
Of this invisible war,
You say, ‘Is this accident ever over anymore?'

Ever over anymore?

Breakdown in the verse part,
Dead spot in the lyrics,
Danger in the silence
Of the afternoon.
I'm up on things,
It's not like you think.
I get the picture
Though I rarely do.

But when the sun goes down along the shadow
Of this incredible war,
You'll say, ‘Is the accident ever over anymore?'

Ever over anymore.

(for Dr. Helen Caldicott)

8. DEVIL ENOUGH

You're making me drop things,
I can't hold my cup.
My state of being
Isn't what it was.
The light. The light,
And my eyes adjust.
What's for sure is
Devil enough.

I'm fighting words and
I'm tired and stained.
It's a good thing you hate
Being entertained.
The Lights! The Lights!
Don't give it another thought.
Tonight! Tonight
Is devil enough.
Tonight, tonight
Is devil enough.

And you're making me drop things,
I can't even hold a cup.
Taking up the oxygen
Until it's all used up.
You'll get streets ahead,
You can teach the dead
How to mourn
And how to love.
And I can't even hold a cup.

Talk to my coffee,
Nicely, in sighs -
In the morning, just softly,
The light. The light.
The light. The light -
‘Don't beat yourself up.'
What's for sure is
Devil enough.
Yea, what's for sure is
Devil enough.

9. I'M FREE, DISARRAY ME

If it's Wednesday I'm free.
Though the road will broadcast the mood
Of the sky,
And the mood
Of the sky
Is all it takes.
Breathe.
Disarray.
Wednesday's free

If it's Thursday I'm free.
For, ya know, whatever's
Easy.
Whatever.
Yeah, give me
Avalanche,
Black Sea,
‘The Great Hand'.
Thursday's free.

If it's Friday I'm free.
Though the road will broadcast the mood
Of the sky,
And the mood
Of the sky
Is all it takes,
A breeze,
To disarray
Me.
You know the way
A dream
Disarrays
Me.
The way
You breathe
Disarrays
Me.

(for Virginia Woolf)

10. SAVED

The water costs more than the wine
And there's far from enough of it all the time.
Nothing could be saved.
It all goes away.
Nothing can be saved,
But the music is so loud it flaps my pant legs.

When you're in one of your states
And they say, ‘Get over it!'
It's not sinister or strange, that isn't it.
Nothing could be saved.
End of the day,
Darkness falls and colours fade
And the music is so loud it flaps my pant legs.

When the water costs more than the wine
And there's far too little of it all the time,
You say, ‘nothing can be saved.'
It all goes away.
Darkness falls and colours fade
And the music gets so loud it flaps your pant legs.