I took the road
In search of Mary Jane,
She said: “anything i ever wanted from life
Has flown far away from here”
She said my name
With all the coldness in this world
She had one hand over the mirror
And the other on the door.
She crossed the line,
I stood the silent slam
It repeated in my ears
This time she wouldn’t return.
And I knew I wouldn’t get through it
I knew I wouldn’t do it,
I began to look at the slowest clock,
Counting bricks in the wall.
She had that purse,
That looked just like a heart,
I gave her it as a birthday present,
Her eyes, then, filled with surprise.
I thought : ”Perhaps,
it’s time for me to pay my debts;
the many things I never told her,
the many bedrooms where I layed”.
I remained
Sat down on the chair,
Surely the moon preceeded the dawn,
But maybe time stopped there.
And I knew I wouldn’t get through it
I knew I wouldn’t do it,
She was like a compass, she marked the north
I’ve been stumbling from that day forth.
I slept alone
The first night she didn’t come,
Embraced at her pillow,
Waiting by the window.
And I supposed I wouldn’t get through it
I knew I wouldn’t do it,
What could I do? Where could I go?
I had never felt so lone at home.
Grandfather clock connives at my sleep,
It gently played the amnesiac,
The drunken dream of your presence,
Breeze replacing your breath,
Slept over the carpet,
The T-shirt is a stain.
Outside the world is going on, ev’rything’s alright,
Some people talk, others sleep, some collide,
But I’m lonesome home alone,
Lonesome home alone.
I watch the clock, as if I had something to do,
As if waiting for a knock on the door,
As forgetting what is happening,
As supposing it’s been a bad dream,
And the only part of the story
Is the part I want to hear.
Outside, the cars are running slow,
And it’s so unreal,
The window hole lets the wind get in,
And it makes me feel,
Lonesome, home alone,
Lonesome, home alone.
I’ve turned on the TV a hundred times,
I’ve turned it off a hundred and one times,
I don’t know if it’s off, now
I don’t know if it’s on now
I don’t care ‘bout off or on,
I just know I’m really alone.
Another beer, another scotch, they may change my aim,
Where are you now? The weather report has warned from the rain.
I’m lonesome home alone, lonesome home alone.
The barking dogs have woken me,
They are afraid under midnight storm,
And they remind me of me,
Confused and with no master,
Uncertain what a thunder is,
Now they believe in God.
I feel so weak and so small than ever before,
I wouldn’t mind being tied to you with a belt,
But not lonesome home alone,
Lonesome home alone.
You are there, but you’re so far and
I can’t help feeling like a clown,
An uncomfortable viewer,
A clumsy, bad shy spy,
A twisted glint
From a pound of dreams.
And the worst is that
There’s no one to blame.
On our bed we feed our beasts
With the same nasty food
They hate but they need.
And you’re not there,
And I look like drunk,
Then we fall asleep
beside the unknown ones.
Long ago I forgot
to answer why.
Something’s going one behind your eyes,
And that something’s telling you ‘bout us.
It’s no longer what you need
You feel, you feel you’re getting deep beneath
The graveyard of our house.
Outside children play to kill dragonflies.
They built a catapult to kill dragonflies.
They’ve been all evening long killing dragonflies.
I told’em twice not to kill dragonflies.
They don’t listen to me.
I am not their dad.
I’ve broken the glass of living room window
With the neck of a Bud.
The curtain is torn, the carpet stained,
They are the only ones to blame.
There’s no spermatozoid in my sperm.
You, the worst God, the one that gave and removed,
You, deepest blue, grapefruit taste with strawberry look,
You, needly cancer, you, morphine.
Something’s going on behind my eyes,
Like a newborn strenght that grows,
I think I’ll look for you,
And I’ll give up the habits and the fears
Of the litlle man I’ve always been,
The litlle man I’ve always been,
Litlle man I’ve always been.
Yesterday I saw your purse, you know, the one that looked like a heart,
It was behind the dressing table.
I remembered the day and the way your eyes filled with surprise,
It was on your thirtieth birthday.
I’ve never been much good each time I buy a present,
That time I know I just could have found a better wrapping paper.
We both know that school had never been my favorite place where to stay,
You were also not much clever.
There I felt uncomfortable, like if I was playing a play,
I never learnt philosophy.
But I’ll say :”If life hides a trick, it’s to disguise your wealth as your needs”.
It’s hard to find the beauty into too nearby things.
Mary, I know I could have made we had had better times,
But I simply stood still,
And each fallen leaf in our calendar looks now like a sin ,
I didn’t see it was weak.
There must be a word, a secret recipe, to make you come back,
I’ve tried to be proud, but here there’s just humble.
Yesterday I woke up and I took the road in search of Mary Jane,
With the strength one needs to do exploits.
I come to Sioux City and I’ll find and show you my love,
I don’t care if he laughs at me.
I don’t care, evr’y way’s a way, I don’t care almost anything,
I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care but if you’re not here.
I remember us by the riverside
We were playing with the stones,
Making them jump over the water,
When all we needed was being together alone.
You wore your shortest dress and then you said you loved me,
And then I knew for sure you had never said those words,
And then you blushed, you averted your eyes far from me,
Yes, then you blushed, but I was the one you wanted to see,
I brushed your hair from your cheeks,
And then I gave you our first kiss.
We went swimming by the riverside,
In the secret corner under the bridge,
The Missouri’s waters were cold and quiet,
As if they also needed to sleep.
The moon was by your side, it was bathing in the river,
You tried to catch it with your hands,
You played as a child,
Then I swore nothing could ever take you far away from me,
Then I swore nothing could ever take you far away from me,
Not even death, nor God, I was so strong,
Today I know that I was wrong.
Now I‘m standing by the riverside,
With the stones in my hands,
You have gone to Sioux City
With another man.
And I could wait for death but only,
if I were alive,
For life seems to be gone with our
Past best years,
I think I’d change if I could get back to the beginning,
I‘m sure I’d change if I could get back to the beginning,
I’m sure I’d change if I could have you with me
Not just when I’m dreaming.
My steps led me to this bar,
It’s half diner, half whorehouse,
License plates hanging on the walls,
And a big old fan in front of the door,
A woman in a short dress,
Sexy, aged topless waitress.
There’s a pool table, there’s a juke box,
Someone paid to play Dr. John,
There’s a cocktail list that no one ever orders,
Cocktails none of them would know how to pour.
Gone with the wind
All my outdated ideas about sin.
A woman in a short dress,
Sexy, aged topless waitress.
The small and ugly one invites me to her caravan,
She says she knows how to treat a man.
Through all the fight, I haven’t thought of you,
It’s my strange way to stay true.
Gone with the wind
All my outdated ideas about sin.
A woman in a short dress,
Sexy, aged topless waitress.
Come back home, you’re in time still,
You were not made to roam.
I don’t care the places where you’ve been,
He’s a passing whim, it isn’t love.
We could fake it has never happened,
Or it’s a small mistake,
We could even use it as an excuse
To recover the views that once we left.
Anywhere there are lots of traces
Of the ones we were,
And dust is settling on your slippers,
The lawn is dying, but not dead.
Come back home, I will play the hero,
Or the supporting role,
I will try each time to get right
The lover you be looking for.
I’m not here to force me on you,
I’ve come to bring my tears,
Please, don’t shout or say this straw’s the last,
I just look for the past, I just want to have you near.
Once you said I didn’t love you,
I was cold and afraid,
And I live in my internal war,
Between the things I think and the things I show.
In my dreams you are calmly sleeping
and I brush your skin,
you wake up, you warm and naked,
still in our teens.
It’s a passing whim, like a shiny bird,
Or like a golden fish,
It confuses you, pretending love is passion,
But true love is quiet and still.
I don’t know if it’s sane or not,
I don’t know, I don’t know,
I don’t want to know.
Trailer lights, stars shine bright,
The saddest taste of victory,
You, beside me, in the car,
Tired and resigned.
We come back, back to Omaha.
Back to Omaha.
I’m supposed to think this is
The end that I was chasing,
I’m supposed to be happy,
You’re supposed to kiss me.
You’re supposed to kindly say
That you can’t help loving me,
But I sense you are here
Because, like me, you need it.
We come back, back to Omaha.
Back to Omaha.
I park in the place I always park,
As if we’d returned from work,
You go straight to the kitchen,
We don’t want to talk of it.
Here you are with lunch,
The children ask no question,
We almost forget the passed days,
And silly things one says.
Now we’re back, back in Omaha,
Back in Omaha.
Now we’re back, back in Omaha,
Back in Omaha.
Me and Mary Jane were so free,
We walked along the edge of the road,
We went to swim under the bridge,
We rented a litlle room to make love.
She was beside me brushing my peel,
She was in front of me in the church,
Together we saw the sunset from the hill,
When all the things were new and nice,
Mary Jane, me and the night.
Me and Mary Jane were so young,
When I asked her to get married in spring,
The sun shone over her hair of gold,
In winter she was wearing my ring,
I thought that love was all in my life,
The only thing I was going to need,
It isn’t so but still I don’t know why,
Slowly we were never alright,
Ev’ry time we had to collide.
Me and Mary Jane, we jackniffed,
Our tires got tired of the trip.
She thought that all around was a lie,
She tought she had been wasting her time,
She tried to scape from her planned life,
But our memories are a tie, a tenuous chain
That don’t let us hide.
Me and Mary Jane joined again,
We take our walk by Henry Doorly Zoo.
We’re back again, and we still collide,
It make us feel comfortable, not blue,
For me, it’s enough to know that in my mind
There’s a place for Mary Jane,me and Mary Jane and the night.
Sometimes I need this:
To have you near, very near
And embrace you as you embrace me,
Kiss me as I kiss you.
Sometimes I love life,
Few times when behind you I see
The truth that I’m only dreaming,
The truth that I’m only dreaming.
So hold me, my love;
Kiss me so; stay with me tonight,
And then, when I be in your arms
Say you love me
Even though it isn’t so.
I don’t believe in special things,
In different days or happy dates,
Celebration meals, fortune wheels,
No, no.
I don’t believe in peaks of joy.
Often I’m not in the mood for jokes,
Mostly, I think dreams turn to smoke,
But sometimes one feels one’s life
Is not his own.
Tonight ev’rything’s alright.
Tonight I feel you’re by my side.
And if you want, I also want,
I don’t deny.
Tonight, we’re absolutely alright,
Tonight, so fine, tonight.
Ice on the scotch, wood in the fire,
Spark in your eyes filled with desire.
Strawberry pulp, you put the red bulb,
You’ve dressed up,
But tonight, we won’t go out.
This is the happiness we can expect,
Occasions of concord we can’t neglect.
You pour the drink, then I get thirsty,
And you light the match.
Tonight everything’s alright.
Tonight I feel you’re by my side.
And if you want, I also want,
I don’t deny.
Tonight, we’re absolutely alright,
Tonight, so fine, tonight.