The City and Horses

Melodically devolving into madness

I DON'T WANT TO DREAM LYRICS

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A THOUSAND LASHES

I’d commit a number of any crimes

If I could get a thousand lashes from your eyes

It’s a puerile compliment

I’m a senile delinquent

Whose day in court never comes

 

Whose way to court girls is all thumbs

Whose day in court never comes

Whose way to court is all thumbs

 

Who is city and who is horses?

Who writes the words and who sings the choruses?

I’m fishing for a complaintent

I’m in prison on arraignment

For a crime I didn’t commit

 

This time I’m innocent

I swear that I’m not fit

To take the stand and admit

This time I’m innocent

 

LITTLE FINLAND

When she got off the plane

The city wasn’t the same

All the streets were renamed

When Little Finland came

 

She’s not innocent

But she looks it

 

When the Baltic shook the docks

She put on her wool socks

And let the kettle boil hot

And it broke when she forgot

 

She’s not innocent

But she looks it

 

She loves her twin brother

She keeps care of her mother

And when her dad acts insane

She’s a kid again

She’s a kid again   

 

I DON’T WANT TO DREAM

My nose bleeds and flares like a torch

Cement cracked weeds scar my grandma’s porch

I’m not the sort to turn away

 

Like spider veins choke David’s right peck

My eyes are wider than a Coke bottle neck

I jump the deck to hit the hay

 

I can sleep like nobody’s business

Just please don’t let me dream

I cannot bear to bear witness

To the scary thoughts that haunt me

 

My legs are restless and kick like an ass

And on the wall a slack jaw Billy bass

Turns and takes me to the river

 

The bumps under my eyes form U and me

The crease in the sheets meant I slept till three

And awake in a river

 

I can sleep like nobody’s business

Just please don’t let me dream

I cannot bear to bear witness

To the scary thoughts that haunt me

 

I never sang that I wanted to be haunted

That wasn’t me, I don’t drink whiskey

But of my beds, oh my rebellious beds

Are empty, are empty

Are empty now

Don’t tempt me now

 

I LOVE THE GIRLS

I love coffee           

Ands I love tea

I love the girls

And the girls love me

 

We party in the cellar

Of the house under the faucet

They say, “Hey there, young fellar

This way to the water closet”

The curtains in the hall

Stains on the wall

 

This shouldn’t be so hard

But it’s hard nonetheless

This shouldn’t be so hard

But it’s hard I confess

 

That I’m partly in the parlor

Of this ancient city home

That just gets darker and darker

As the sun escapes the dome

 

The curtains in the hall

Stains on the wall

 

ABIGAIL ADAMS

Abigail, you will sail the North Atlantic

On a merchant ship to Paris

How I’ve longed for your caress

 

The four years

Since I’ve last seen home

I’ve been here shaking hands

Securing loans

 

I need you here

In this house of limestone

This house of limestone

 

Countries fight and countries fail

But not our love, Abigail

History paints but history pales

To our love, Abigail

 

I save each letter that you send

As a way to teach all of the men

The breadth and beauty of your pen

 

And your poses

From Stuart back to Blythe

Make the roses

That are the measure of my life

And I save each letter from my wife

 

Countries fight and countries fail

But not our love, Abigail

History paints but history pales

To our love, Abigail

 

RUSSIAN MILITARY BADGES

She fills a box of matches

With Russian military badges

To sell in tiny packets

To pin on vintage jackets

I’d call it a racket

 

She sings like she’s on a mountain

“The Three Coins in a Fountain”

Her life is now amountin’

To twenty wasted years and countin’

But who’s countin’?

 

She felt so nice I only washed my hands twice

She felt so nice I only washed my hands twice

 

Once for the cash left on her palm

And twice because she has no qualms

Sleeping around

And now I can’t sleep sound

 

I bought a box of matches

Filled with Russian military badges

That I’ll never pin on a jacket

The girl is quite a racket

 

You know the girl is a racket

 

I MISS IT ALL

I miss your mom

I miss your dad

I miss the deaf brother

That I never had

 

I miss your steps

From the hall

I miss our plans

For the fall

I miss it all

I miss it all

 

I missed the boat

I missed the train

I missed the car

That took you to the plane

 

I missed the signs

Even when I saw

You change the pictures

On the wall

I missed it all

 

I found a picture from last year

That your friend took over here

When our lips pressed into one

She couldn’t tell where you ended

And I begun

 

We couldn’t tell where you ended

And I begun

 

I miss the good times

That you’ve forgotten

I miss Turkheim

And I miss Groton

 

I miss the fight

In the mall

I miss the whole

Debacle

I miss it all

 

I AM SUCH A DRAG

Ten years ago I was made a man

Ten years before I played a lamb

And then I kicked a horse right in the can

 

Ten days ago I read a book

“Ten Ways to Know Your Girl's a Crook”

When your heart isn’t all she took

Your heart isn’t all she took

 

Ten minutes ago I packed bag

With the money from my pockets that made my pants sag

But I’m not leaving for the old main drag

 

I’m not leaving I am such a drag

I’m not leaving I am such a drag

I’m not leaving come and take my bag

I’m not leaving here’s my white flag

 

Ten lines ago the story went

Ten lines in a church pageant

Then my eyes were caught by a coronet

I want your coat of arms around my neck

 

YOUR FATHER’S FACTORY

I had a job in your father's factory

And since it's been closed

You no longer factor me into your life

 

With a baby in your belly

And you're a wife to your hubby

You took a knife and a glove

To the fabric of our love

 

She didn't even cry

When the factory closed its doors

And how it survived

All those world Wars and then me

 

In the papers I read,

“Insolvency”, is what I dread

They solved the problem of our love

In the office up above

 

I called your dad crying' and hopin'

That some day and some way

The factory would reopen

 

He said to hang up and stop all your mopin’

There's no day and no way

The factory will reopen

There will be no day and no way

The factory will reopen

 

I got a job at the home for the blind

It's not a real job, I just go from time to time

 

And of course

There’s another baby in your belly

And you're divorced from your hubby

I've been outsourced, I've been let go

 

I’LL MARRY YOU (EAST BEATS WEST)

This isn't Prague, this isn't Warsaw

It's a train in New York City

Can I guess where you’re from?

Your voice is just so pretty

 

I wish it wasn’t so loud in here

Cos I’d say something funny

She’s dressed for shopping now

But the kid, she ain’t got no money

She’s looking for a hubby

 

I'll marry you, I'll marry you

In your best Easter frock

I'll marry you, I'll marry you

We'll go west to the eastern bloc

 

This isn’t Prague, this isn’t Warsaw

It’s a bus in Brooklyn

What a shock, I missed my block

Cos I can’t stop lookin’

 

If some toughs got on the bus

Then I’d get close to you

And if one of them pulled a knife

I’d stick to you like glue

And be run through

 

You’ll bury me, you’ll bury me

In my best Easter suit

You’ll bury me, bury me

And go west with all my loot

 

She got off in Ditmas Park  

I was a little bit nervous

And when she walked into the dark

I called a car service

To take me home again

Take me home again

 

PIERRE THE ARAB

I like when the lights

In a bank are on all night

And the safe inside

It is safe, safe, safe

 

And the window up above

Fits like a glove

For the girl inside

Is a waif, waif, waif

 

A rumble and a stumble

And a curse for a cab

I chat with a mumble

To a pretty boy Arab

 

He said his name is Pierre

And his game is cutting hair

If I had a dime for every time

I’d pay the cabbie’s fare

But I don’t and I won’t so I run

But he had a dime for every crime

So he fired his gun

It went bang past my ears

And they rung, rung, rung

 

The girl dove to the floor

But just right before

She took these words in her mouth

And she sung, sung, sung

 

I like when the lights

In a bank are on all night

And the safe inside

Is safe, safe, safe

 

And the fella down below

Measures a mile with a toe

And to him I confide

I’m a waste, waste, waste