CALL ME THE MOON

Call me the moon
Call me the loon

Call me your friend
Or call me goon

Oh call me
The moon

Call me the mist
Call me the quest

Call me the wish
Upon your list

But call me
The nest

Call me the moon
The silver spoon

Call me the wind
The bottle of sins

Call me the sheet
On your milky skin

Oh call me
The wind

Call me the moon
Your silver loon

Call me the moon
Your silver spoon

Your silver goon
Oh call me the moon

SHREDDED JEANS

You found me waitin’ by a dusty road
In shredded jeans, bearin’ such a worn-out soul

I caught your eye and
You shed some light

You sketched a smile
Where I had a jail

Where I had a
Padded jail

You saw me walkin’ on the frozen lake
You saw me slip, pay the price of my mistakes

I caught your eye
And you cast a line

You drew a shrine
Where I had a cell

Where I had a
Padded cell

You found me waitin’ by a dusky road
In shredded jeans, bearin’ such a worn-out soul

A worn-out soul

DREAM IS OLD

This dream is old
It’s covered up in dust

Oh this dream’s so old
Its locks are made of rust

Oh it’s an ol’ dream
But it’s a mainstream

This whim is worn
It’s got some tired
Boots

Oh it’s got some corns
Along its crooked roots

Oh it’s an old whim
But it’s a good sin

Oh it’s an ol’ ghost
Shut in a cupboard

Oh it’s an ol’ dream
A dream so old
A dream so worn

But it’s a mainstream
Oh yeah, a mainstream
Of my own

Oh it’s an ol’ ghost
Locked in a cupboard

It’s an ol’ ghost
Of my own

ALOOF AGAIN

Oh let it rain again
Rain on my roof again

Oh leave me aloof again
But don’t leave me alone

Oh let it flow again
The river flow again

The carpet unroll again
And stick to my soles

Oh let it rain
Let it go

Let it save
Save my soul

Oh let it shake again
The rattlesnake again

The vile tongues unwind again
And the wings set unfold

Oh let it shine
Let it blink

The beacon light
There on the brink

Oh let it rain
Let it go

Let him rove
Down the road

Oh let it rain
Let it go

Let it save
Save my soul

Let it shine
Let it blink

The beacon light
There on the brink

Oh let it
Blink

FRIEND FROM ABOVE (SLEEPLESS SPOUSE)

She’s my long-time friend
She’s my helpin’ hand
From above

She’s my sleepless spouse
I’m a little mouse in her
Velvety gloves

She’s my long-time friend
She’s my helpin’ hand
From above

She’s my eye, my spy-in-the-sky
She’s my ear from the vault

She can swallow tales
Stories about failures
And faults

She’s my long-time friend
She helps me make amends
Above all

She’s my long-time friend
She’s my helpin’ hand
From above

She’s my sleepless spouse
I’m a little mouse in her
Velvety gloves

She’s my long-time friend
She’s my helpin’ hand
From above

And she will swallow tales
Stories about failures and
Faults

THE POOR, THE RICH & THE FAIRY WITCH

I welcome the poor
I welcome the rich
I welcome the fairy witch

I welcome the birds
I welcome the bats
I welcome the stray cats

I welcome the spring
I welcome the fall
I welcome the siren’s call

I welcome the sick
I welcome the sound
I welcome the freshly drowned

Come light up a fire
Come light up a fire

Come gather around
And join your hands

Come light up a fire
Come light up a fire

Come gather and join
Us in a dance

I welcome the cursed
I welcome the blessed
I welcome the first
And the last

I welcome the poor
I welcome the rich
I welcome the foamy bitch

Come light up a fire
Come light up a fire

Come gather around
And join your hands

Come light up a fire
Come light up a fire

Come gather and join
Us in a trance

Come light up a fire
Come light up a fire

Come gather around
And join your hands

Come light up a fire
Come light up a fire

Come gather and join
Us in a dance

Come gather and join
Us in a trance

Come gather around
And join your hands

Come gather and join
Our renewal dance

NONE OF THESE ROADS

None of these roads
Will bring you home

Oh none of these streets
Is meant to be yours

None of these roads
Is meant to be yours

None of these tramps
Looks paler than you

And none of these vamps
Can break your heart in two

None of these ghosts
Can carry your loads

None of these roads
Is meant to be yours

None of these ghosts
Can carry your loads

CARLA’S BLUES

Givin’ all I’ve got to taste your lips
And travel from your shoulders to your hips

To rest a while among
Your fluffy hair

I wanna go home

I wanna go home
I wanna come home to you

I wanna be home
I want Carla to make me blue

Wishin’ you the best a fool can wish
Cleanin’ out your plate and dirty dish

Shinin’ up the chair
On which you’ll sit

I wanna go home

I wanna go home
I wanna come home to you

I wanna feel home
I need Carla to make me blue

I wanna go home

I wanna go home
I wanna come home to you

I wanna feel home
I need Carla to make me blue

I wanna go home
I wanna rush home to you

I wanna be home
I wish Carla could make me blue

Could make me blue