David Thomas Lyrics
Surf's Up!
(2001)


Runaway

(Little sister)
Brother Ray is calling
(Little sister)
From a phone booth in the desert
(Little sister)
He says the stars are falling out here
(Little sister)
He says the Greyhound is running.

He's gone to work a deal in heaven
He sees Soda Mountain in the moonlight
He's gone to work a deal in heaven
He sees orange groves in lamplight halos
And he says, Hey yeah yeah yeah.

Writers: Thomas-Molinè-Diagram
©2001 Hearpen Music


Man In The Dark

I wanna know where the weather is cold
I wanna go where it rains in your eyes
I wanna go where the hellish winds blow
I'm a wearer of the dark
(I wear a dark suit.)

I know only falling
The plunge through the blackness of space
Hoping only to bounce hard and high enough
I'm a wearer of the dark,
I'm a wearer of the dark
(I wear a dark suit.)

I dread the things people may know
The stories they fit me into
I dread the things time only shows
I'm a wearer of the dark
(I wear a dark suit.)

Badly we pass the time away
We pace through our rages
Or stare from the depths of our own separate cages
Aware of the dark
I'm aware of the dark.

I'm a wearer of the dark
(I wear a dark suit.)

Writers: Thomas-Molinè-Diagram
©2001 Hearpen Music


Night Driving

I knew I'd end up alone
Driving through the night
Going somewhere lost
Afraid to be found
Like a dime store neon novel
Overpriced cheap food is my fate
There is a buzz
Which is cold then hot
Too much love too far lost
Too much hope too far away
The morning is a shimmering mirage
It rises from the asphalt
Like every other ghost town I've ever known.

Some days I feel like a motherless R A G E .

The sky was talking to me
Afraid to look up I frame the future in cinemascope
And they don't make these colors anymore
Yeah, they'll forget everything given half a chance
There's a man who says there is no time
But he's wrong
It's a case of cause and effect
The future unfolds to be a consequence of right now
I keep my eye in the frame
I frame the future in cinemascope
It's a case of cause and effect
I keep my eye in the lane
I keep my eye.

The map is a road
And the road is only a means to an end
But the end is somewhere out there
The end is always out there
"See-ya-round, suckah!"

I knew I'd end up alone
Driving through the night
Going somewhere lost
Afraid to be found
Like a dime store neon novel
Overpriced cheap food is my fate
A buzz
Which is cold then hot
Too much love which is too much not
And the end is always out there
Somewhere out there
"Suckah! see-ya-round"

Writers: Thomas-Molinè-Diagram
©2001 Hearpen Music


River

They tore down the Wilson-Shute last year
They put up a sign about what they had done
Their lives tore loose they've drifted into town
Their faces are haunted although they'll swear it's swell
Their faces are haunted their hearts have gone to hell
I ain't gonna cross that river no more.

The river is bloated
It looks like pasty flesh
The moon's a greasy spot upon the sky
And the crops of corn slope into muddy graves
The weeds grow pale and glow in dark of night
I ain't gonna cross that river no more.

They tore down the Wilson-Shute last year
They put up a sign about what they had done
Their lives tore loose they've drifted into town
Their faces are haunted their houses are haunted as well
Their faces are haunted their houses are haunted as well
Their faces are haunted their town has gone to hell.

I will cross that river no more
I do not want to go to the other side
I do want to know the people who live there anymore
All the trees look like broccoli
And all their houses are haunted
The plants have pot bellies
and the sun is a rotten pumpkin that's smelling up the sky
I will cross that river no more.

They'll swear that it's swell
Their eyes are empty
And their hearts have gone to hell.

Writers: Thomas-Molinè-Diagram
©2001 Hearpen Music


Ghosts

The air is heavy
And the lights lead somewhere far away
And the night is powdered
And I'm headed into another black coffee dawn.

Nights like this I feel the weight of history
And I hear somebody explaining it in my ear up close
All these obligations
The coffee cup
That one with the lipstick stain is on my mind
A dried coffee ring
A ring around the moon
And neon in a haze.

I figured that tears is nothing
When I see a floodplain stretch out
Harsh in the moonlight
And a river of blood that flows through it
They tore down the McKinley Bridge last year and built up a new one
but I will not cross that bridge
I know why
And I don't know.

In a way this had to end
There comes a time when people don't understand
When the stones speak with a strange language
Those dreams and fears and hopes
That don't make any sense any more
Something tired something weary
Something hurt hangs in the air
Fearsome, Terrible.

They leave the lights on in this town all night
For fear of the darkness.

When you're young you learn to love the thing
That is despised
That is unloved itself and unwanted
And you may come to dream a dream
And see a vision
Of a future that will never be
But what if the dream is too strong
And the vision comes at an age that's too young?

So what does happen to the dream deferred?
Does it shrivel like a raisin in the sun?
I know and I don't know
We all live in ghost towns one way or the other
Each of us lives in a ghost town
And they leave the lights on in this town all night
For fear of the darkness
And a radio is playing all night
For the fear of silence
The silence of someone's thoughts.

Writers: Thomas-Molinè-Diagram
©2001 Hearpen Music


Spider In My Stew

There's only one language that I understand
There's only one person who will walk like a man
Out of this
Out of here.

I had a good job I left out of fear
I hide away and I hear a hollow laugh
I had a good job in the city
And I heard a hollow laugh.

I had a good job I left for the city
55 years, years of pain.
There was a spider in my stew
There was a spider in my stew
55 years of paying the dues
Dues enough.

Writers: Thomas-Molinè-Diagram
©2001 Hearpen Music


Come Home • Green River

Come on home dontcha know?
I was the spy in the heart of our home
A double-life of a provocateur
I's like the doctor who won't provide a cure

Come home nobody's waiting
Come home somebody cares
Come home I'm at the freeway
Come home nobody's there.

I saw this guy in Green River Utah
In a hardware store
Paddling his hands in bins of nails
Like he was playing at some keyboard
Like he was listening to something far away
Like he was watching for something intangible.

I know this guy
He'd close up shop early
Close up shop late
And get in his coupe de ville
Roll the windows up and drive
Air conditioner full blast.

Sorta thing started a long time ago this habit
When he'd forgotten how to sleep
And remembered how to dream
It was the voices of his brothers in the hills
All them bones of worlds gone by
Time-blasted and sun wearied.

And he'd drive so as not to hear
Air conditioner
Windows up
And he'd drive til he could drive no more
And pull off the side of the road
Pull behind a roadside sign
Crawl in the backseat
And wait for the dawn
The dawn would never come
Early morning mists would rise
And night birds would call for it
But the morning would not come.

Come home nobody's waiting
Come home somebody cares
Come home I'm at the freeway
Come home nobody's there
I'm at the bridge but the river's enraged
I'm a bird but this bird is encaged
I'm a free man only I'm just otherwise engaged
Honey, I'm a fool.

In my head morning never comes
Though I wait the daylight never shows.

The carpenter sun would be rising in the east
And you'd see him there in the morning
Paddling his hands in bins of nails
Like he was playing at some keyboard
Like he was listening to something far away.

Writers: Thomas-Molinè-Diagram
©2001 Hearpen Music

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