"Two Fisted
Art" is a collection of songs written over the period 1980-1986. These
are the lyrics as they came back to me. I'll keep adding them as time permits.
thats frankies negative
frankie without frankies trouble
took his bottle, took his limp, took his angle,
cigarette words from his mouth thats frankies negative
frankie without frankies trouble
people she's passed struggle in her wake
well thats the spring in her step
she's still got what she wasted
thats frankies negative
frankie without frankies trouble
he's got a cut on his sleeve and his tongue in your pocket
between you and him
between two towns
thirstys calling you
thirstys calling you
been callin for a long time
town is too tight
needs to stretch it right
he wants whatever you've got
you hear the dominoes drop
you watch the lights go on
thirstys calling you
you know these gates
you when they swing and how long to wait
you hear the dominoes drop
you watch the lights go on
swingin doors bangin shut
you're gonna have some fun
SOME KINDA JONES
you're trouble, you're dead
you're 13
you're some kinda jones
you got the horn 24 hours
you want a drink and lots more and now
you hate the face
you got faces everywhere
you walk like a damn jones
some kinda jones
I didn't want trouble I gave everybody jones
drew the blinds and sent him out
sometimes we'd meet
he wouldn't shut his mouth
everybody said he could've been a nice
I was 13 times dead times trouble some kinda jones
everybody liked him
he didn't blink
he coulda made it
I made a stink
some kinda jones
there was a party with a falling jones
there were some late comers playin
break somethin' outside
jones fell
I let him kick over their bikes
nobody moved
I counted the boots
it made jones laugh
I made him get up again and again
everybody liked him
he didn't blink
he coulda made it
I made a stink
I gave them their jones
some kinda jones
who'd be in your shoes, all the shoes you got?
who'd be a shitkicker? who'd be a boss?
you ain't no shitkicker now
you're the boss
you don't like that funny talk you can't stop
boss shitkicker
people come from the kitchen just to hear that funny talk
tell me what do you do up in that big house of yours?
you know down home they don't raise crops anymore
they died, you put em to work building that big house of yours
no one knows exactly when you became boss
no one knows exactly why you went to the top
you were good and you never washed your hands
you got about a 100 fuckin tents on your lawn
you got ten cars that ran out of road
you walk backwards you might miss somethin' you know
someone that got away when you blew up your home
who'd be in your shoes all the shoes you got?
theres another busload comin through this afternoon
you ain't no shitkicker now
pure gold flesh slide
escalator goin up
with dirty nails and heavy lids the only tings I get away with
pure gold flesh slide right down the corridor to my new place
I busted right
I busted right
flesh, fur and lips part
I get everything I go past
I busted right
don't give me back that
it was a corner way back
I saw it
you took it
it turned runaway
that spell took years to snap
I missed the slow march crack
the trap was a trap
the trap was a trap
turned runaway
all you got is a place you lost in a place turned runaway
a place you can't let runaway
gimme back my runaway
there was a key
there was a chain
there was a machine
there was a catch
theres a machine I need for this machine I want
but I got no machine so I get no machine
I get a key
so it starts and finishes
machine machine
it never stops
machine machine
I don't want this machine machine
I'm stuck with this machine machine machine
I should forget this machine machine
I got a key for this machine
but I need a machine for this machine
I got no machine so I get no machine
I get a key
so it starts and finishes
machine machine
it never stops
machine machine
I don't want this machine machine
I'm stuck with this machine machine machine
I should back up from this lock up but its barren back up there
back before I was side-tracked
back before I was sideswiped
but there was every muscle never flexed
every detail ever missed
every tongue every buried everything one man could carry home
II could hear smell all of these
I would get none please
I got this machine machine....
watchin you do your friends
watchin you do you doin you with no sleep for a week for the last three
days
we love you we think
only do the door, friend
no no no not the carpet
no no no not your drunk
we've seen that before
we love you we do
only do the door friend
you're a problem the clock stopped
when you walk the carpet gives no laughin falls
we love you we do
only do the door friend
SWINGY GEORGE
george was real enough
it didn't take much to make him swing
he was a black coat that we all coloured
yeah something from sleep caught in our light
a bad shape caught in our back yard
we wanted to see him swing
he was hangin around this jungle jim
just a black coat drifting swingy george
he was a black coat that we all coloured
yeah something from sleep caught in our light
a bad shape caught in our back yard
he was still there when he had gone
we wanted to see him swing
he was hangin around this jungle jim
just a black coat drifting
swingy george
GONE DEAD
its a dry reachin tide
reachin away back and back again
touchin no flesh touchin no blood
stayin down keepin up
you are takin away all those things I never knew I'd given to you
you are leavin all those things I never knew I'd picked up after you
we are treadin on things we could have aimed better
with no fever in the words
in a day that reaches away back and back again
we are treadin on things we could have aimed better
CHADS CAR
there's trouble
there's lightning
there's chads car
there was blood
a neighbourhood lit
a promise then nothin
there's chads car
parked outside
burning
theres no trouble
theres a song called the chad you can sing
with the little fights at home and the little fights away from home
there's chads car
parked outside
burning
yeah the kids are alright
they're with the neighbours
the little fights at home
the little fights away from home
there's chads car
parked outside
burning
here's another roadblock
another little dance you're at
all of a sudden all this world lay down hjust like that
standin around wonderin why that old guy and all his kind didn't stop
and stare like this this time last year
girl everybodys scared , runnin scared about you
all this world lay down just like that
you could pick it all up and watch them run take the red carpet out of town
its so slow its all wrong the way you have been caught out
look around
look at all those boys gripped tight grinning hard on the far side of
the hall
lift you little finger
watch them dance raise your eyes
watch then run all their veils for you
girl everybodys scared , runnin scared about you
all this world lay down just like that
you could pick it all up and watch them run
take the red carpet out of town
girl everybodys scared , runnin scared about you
sayin I love you ..love me.. but if you don't thats alright...who could....
take the red carpet out of town
up here on the second floor
one city on two tongues
buried here in these blankets
all shoulders hips and ankles chevrolet rise under our faces
carry them to shiny places
washed in television fumes sayin "how did we get here so soon?"
sayin' "ooeee I feel good I feel good I feel good"
and this platform is alive with you crawlin with me
crawlin with you crawlin with what we got crawlin with what we had
one city on two tongues
buried here in these blankets
all shoulders hips and ankles
washed in television fumes sayin "how did we get here so soon?"
sayin' "ooeee I feel good I feel good I feel good"
maybe you've got some problems so bad you cant
move from your couch
you should go see this guy John hes in town for two nights
maybe you got a girl who thinks youre wonderful but you cant see why
she says she cant live without you but you suspect that she could everybody
loves her why can't you?
see john, he's fat with some black hair
he's guilty he's singing he's yours all yours see John
slip him some of your hard earned frog pelts and let him feel bad for
you
see john he's cryin for 2 nights
he's yours, all yours, see John
maybe you've got some problems so bad you can't comb your hair
you've got halitosis you're overweight and nobody cares
you read so much you can't talk but somebody must be aware
lay it all at his feet all your troubles all the lousy rotten deeds your
poor ignorant grandaddy did
see john, see john he's cryin for 2 nights
he's guilty he's singing he's yours all yours see John
slip him some of your hard earned frog pelts and let him feel bad for
you
see john he's cryin for 2 nights
he's yours, all yours, see John
double life
did I say that?
did I do do that?
or did I just say that?
some people say "one life is enough"
some people say "oh hey wow that's too much!"
if they've got anyone to say such things to
I went to the city
how long have I been gone?
whats the time?
the real time double life
yeah I met an old friend
yeah we went for a ride
what about Greg?
he's dead
well he's alive
double life
came up to the city party gates wiped you feet walked on in took your
place so the story goes but you were down on your stomach one grateful
satisfied little snake
your sister came to visit you you with your new friends how could you
explain? tell her where you'd been? how could she begin to understand?
you saw her again in the street you ran into a shop blind
hey didn't that guy have that little lambs hind legs down his boots oh
you know it wasn't even five!
so the story went
double life
how can I lay in your arms?
just like tis!
I'm blind !baby I'm blind!
but so are you!
whats the time ? the real time?
where do I start? way back?
when? first thing...
coffee cigarette things being done
buildings goin up building comin down tunnels to run times to be met guages
to be checked
is it so long?is that us there? and me?
is it just the way I go or the way I see it?
blue skies thats the other way, we don't go there..
its a bullet train, low belly , no light of day
you know I watched those women turn and wave
I pass a schoolyard all the children stop play
I was takin their mothers way
fun thats somethin people have
blue skies thats the other way, we don't go there..
its a bullet train, low belly , no light of day
we go through towns or we don't
we bring some news or we don't
they sit around the house all day or they don't
they have people around sometimes I don't
they've watched their apple trees grow I won't
I see all their fences all their piles of stones
I see the birds fly over their clothes lines
they get on and they get off with all their sandwiches and stuff
they get all excited and they pull on the cord
I give them some brakes man we all make some noise
they fall back in their seats and sleep it off
fun thats somethin people have
blue skies thats the other way, we don't go there..
its a bullet train, low belly , no light of day
YOU CAN'T LOSE HER
you used to play out in space
you got your rope cut
you just wanna get from A to B
you don't wanna see anybody in between
you put your foot down
you put your head through the window
you could smell trouble
you got a liquor petrol smoke lipstick soaked sedan
you got 100 MPH perfume you can't lose her
comin from one of those old side roads out there you know they tried to
seal most you have to know your way around
you should pull over wait till light thats no way to go out
through the windscreen back there
a wild card blunt weapon weapon liquor petrol lipstick soaked sedan
100 MPH perfume you can't lose her
everybody was sick laughin everybody wanted to drive thats when they gave
me the wheel thats when you appeared
high heels pokin all the pedals long red hair fallin to the dash corkscrewin
down through those city lights
you forgot everythin you were supposed to do talkin too fast laughin too
loud turning wide
BAD CABIN
we were there before we've been here since the cabin was last open you know everybody hit
someone left the gas on and we went out of time
the place had been changed ...surprise...
I was being singing
there's someone in the house
whats that table doin there and whats it doin here?
the cabin was open the cabin was stripped
it had to happen ooooooh shit..
theres somethin in the timber no one wants to blame no one wants to touch
no one can bring up no one wants to die
so come on come on come on come on inside
THE DISCIPLES KNOW
while you work your eyebrows
while you work your background
while you open and shut your mouth the disciples know
that note that wasn't there before
that somebody passed out
that's your driver
the pines people green houses under black tops
in the south where the trees walk downhill
and hitch rides in the city
theres a tap on your shoulder
theres some beer there's some food there's some blankets
the country's actin natural
where the trees walk downhill
and hitch rides in the city
