18 Monkeys on a Dead Man's Chest, 2004

New Orleans Fuzz
In the Big Easy, all the bugs is crazy
and they are monsters in the rain
The river is in the air
and there's nothing else to breath.
The river flows thru the air (That's right!)

The blood is in my veins
and the veins are in my head
and there's nothing left to find.

No trails left to find!
No trails left to find!
No trails left to find!

Happy Francis said to Billy Two Toes,"Live free or die!"
Happy Francis said to Billy Two Toes, "Live free or die!"
Live free or die...

Where to turn I don't know, says Billy,
for I am blind.
And did somebody mention
or did anybody say
that I was not born to feel this way?

Happy Francis said to Billy Two Toes,"Live free or die!"
Happy Francis said to Billy Two Toes, "Live free or die!"
Live free or die...

In the Big Easy, all the bugs is crazy
and they are monsters in the rain
river is in the air
and there's nothing else to breath.
Oh, the river flows thru the air (That's right!)

Writers: Thomas-Moliné-Diagram
©2004 Hearpen Music



Numbers Man
I count 15 monkeys on a dead man's chest
Pour another drink and we'll discuss the rest
It never rains that it does not pour so I bought you a ring
at the Itchy Store.

I got 27 people workin on my soul
17 miners diggin for my gold
13 women hangin on my back
I got a little bit of soul - call it rock n roll.

I count em one and I count em all
I shoulda run but I could not crawl
15 monkeys and an open door
Matchstick box's gotta hold my clothes.

I got 27 people workin on my soul
17 miners diggin for my gold
13 women hangin on my back
I got a little bit of soul - call it rock n roll.

I got 27 people workin on my soul
17 miners diggin for my gold
13 women hangin on my back
I got a little bit of soul - call it rock n roll.

I count 15 monkeys on a dead man's chest
Pour another drink and I'll discount the rest
It never rains that it does not pour so I bought you a ring
at the Itchy Store!

I count em one and I count em all
I shoulda run but I could not crawl
Find another man who will look like me
and you can nail him to the top of a Fuzzy Tree.

Writers: Thomas-Moliné-Diagram
©2004 Hearpen Music



Little Sister
Little Sister
Little Sister
Little Sister

Brother Ray is on the phone calling from the desert
He says,"The stars are falling from the sky out here, coming all apart."
Little Sister,
He says the Greyhound is leaving and he's gotta go
and there's lamplight halos in the orange grove
and there's a holy water mist rising in the evening.

Little Sister,
Little Sister,
he says he's gone to work a deal in heaven
Little Sister.

Little Sister,
He says he sees Soda Mountain in the moonlight
And he says, Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah.

He says he sees Soda Mountain in the moonlight
And he says, Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah.

And he says, I'm alright.

Writers: Thomas-Moliné-Diagram
©2004 Hearpen Music



Habeas Corpus
Mary Lou, my love, come down here
Now watch the river flow
And see which way the water goes.

Now, I know what to do
And I know what must be done
But why is it every time I think about you that I must see a gun?
Do you know why? Do you know?

And in the night will we build our new home?
And in the night will we build our new home?
And in the night will we build our new home?
How in the dark will we build our new home?
How in the dark?

Maybe I will miss you
Maybe the day will be long
Maybe the dark - Maybe the darkness won't hide what we've done.

Mary Lou, come down to the river
Mary Lou, see your fate
Mary Lou, will you watch me drown or, honey, will you run before it's too late?

And in the night will we build our new home?
And in the night will we build our new home?
And in the night will we build our new home?
How in the dark will we build our home?

And when will they start to laugh
and how will their pity show?
When does the confusion stop
and how soon do you think they will know?

Writers: Thomas-Moliné-Diagram
©2004 Hearpen Music



Brunswick Parking Lot
Deborah, you know me too well - you're a lucky girl that way!
So many years have been kind to you
Didn't we swear that we'd meet again?
Wasn't it supposed to be just about 12 years ago
that we'd agreed to gather that summer day at the Blue Hole?
To see the way time had changed who we were?
Surely we would know each other still!

No one knows how deep the Blue Hole goes
It's said to be a mystery that way
It's so deep, it's like you're lookin thru a veil of indigo
Well, it's the surge of vertigo I fear
and that's no mystery.

Deborah, you know me too well - you're a lucky girl that way!
You knew me when I was younger
You knew me when I was thin
You knew me when I was handsome,
wasn't I, Deborah?

Robert says they closed the Blue Hole some years ago
Maybe something at that trout farm next door went weird, you never know!
I guess it's safe now to say that you'll never know
but it's funny that I never thought to ask him how
And now I'd like to know how
you can close such a deep hole down
and forget about it...

Deborah, you know me too well
You're a lucky, lucky girl that way.
Deborah, you know me so well - you're a lucky girl that way!
Deborah, you know me too well
Deborah, let's not meet again.

Writer: Thomas
©2000 Hearpen Music



Nebraska Alcohol Abuse
The neon bounced against the window
against the glass, and left a shadow
Where would a pink spider go?
And how will it hide in this room?
I don't know
I don't know

It occurs to me, funny how it seems
the longer that I stare...
(Where would a pink spider go
and where would it hide in this room?)

Aint no wrecks like train wrecks
They don't make wrecks like that anymore
Honey, it's something to aim for
Honey, it's something to aim for
Honey...
It sure is something to aim for.

Maybe I will miss you...
Well, I don't know
But there's a foggy day in Nebraska
with an open road

And there's a town called Lodgepole
I think I know
I think I know where I will go.
And a big truck shimmers and shimmies
in the mirror,
at the vanishing point.

An open road
and a town called Lodgepole.
In the last minute of the first hour
that I met you,

I knew
this was gonna be no good
this was gonna chew me up
this was gonna spit me out
In the last minute of the first hour
I knew.

Writers: Thomas-Moliné-Diagram
©2004 Hearpen Music


Sad Eyed Lowlands
Somebody says, I'd be lost without you
Somebody says, I'd be lost without you
I said, Who? I said, Who?

Somebody says,
Stars are coming all undone somewhere cuz of you
I said, Where?

Somebody says,
The day will drag forever on
I said, How?

Somebody says, I will pray for the rain to come
It will hide my tears that punch like bullets from a gun
I said, What? I said, What?

My days will drag forevermore
without you
I said, How?

My days will drag forevermore
without you
I said, How?

Somebody says, Stars are coming all undone somewhere cuz of you
Somebody says, Stars are coming all undone somewhere cuz of you
I said, Where?

Somebody says, My heart will not be whole until then
Now somebody says, My heart will not be whole 'til then
I said, When? I said, When?

Somebody says, I'd be lost without you
Somebody says, I'd be lost without you
I said, Why? I said, Why?

Writers:Thomas-Moliné-Diagram
©2004 Hearpen Music



Golden Surf
The entire day
like a golden surf
hurls
itself against
the black rocks
of the dark
of the night.

It seems to me
that there should be a plan
for the dark.

A plan
that involves speed
light
and you
by my side
and you
by my side.

Must we stay
here
or can we go?

I have a map
I make
inside my head.

I have a way
I have the way
the way to go.

A map
only shows
what you
already must
know.
Where shall we go?
Into the
dark light!

The neon, Moon
and the stars
of a thousand headlights.
The neon moon buzzing
A firefly mothman!
A firefly mothman!
It's time to go

It's time to go
before the golden surf returns
to wash it all away.

A plan
that involves speed
light
and you
by my side
and you
by my side
to wash it all away... again.

It's time
to go
and you by my side.

Firefly mothman
It's time
to go
Time
to go
Must we stay here
or can we go?

Writers:Thomas-Moliné-Diagram
©2004 Hearpen Music



Prepare for the End
I want to go to Soda Mountain
I want to climb up Soda Mountain
I'd like to live up on Soda Mountain
bound up in light up on Soda Mountain.

One day I'll be there on Soda Mountain
One day you'll see me from Soda Mountain
and I'll wave to you from Soda Mountain
and I'll wave to you...

I'd like to live up on Soda Mountain
bound up in light up on Soda Mountain
I want to go to Soda Mountain
I want to climb up on Soda Mountain.

One day I'll be there on Soda Mountain
and I'll wave to you from Soda Mountain
and I'll wave to you...

I'll build a life there on Soda Mountain
I'll take a wife from Soda Mountain
and I'd love her too on Soda Mountain
and I'd love her too.

Some things are strange on Soda Mountain
I get paid to dream on Soda Mountain
so I dreamt bout you on Soda Mountain
so I dreamt bout you on Soda Mountain.

People are strange on Soda Mountain
The stories change on Soda Mountain
Shall I tell one to you bout Soda Mountain
Shall I tell one to you?

Well, they tell a story here up on Soda Mountain
concerning Mr Brady and his soot black companions,
how they shovelled on the coal, how they set the whistle screamin
You should see the locomotive rolling down the mountain
and we're making up the time with Soda Mountain time
I was making up for time spent on Soda Mountain
when they found me in the wreck with my hand upon the throttle
I was scalded by the steam and I died inside the rain
All you ladies take a warning from Soda Mountain
and be good unto your man lest he's lost unto that mountain.

Then he'll wave to you from Soda Mountain
then he'll wave to you...
and I'll wave to you from Soda Mountain
and I'll wave to you...

Writers:Thomas-Moliné-Diagram
©2004 Hearpen Music

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