| Deep |
| It Is What It Is (what it is) |
| Dig |
| Hopeless, Etc. |
| Songwork |
| Worldwide |
| Walk Between The Raindrops |
| Hidden, Hidden |
| River On Fire |
| So Long |
| Credits |
Deep
My days of wishful thinking
Soldiers
of sorrow sinking
Words dance, beginning riddle
And in the end, and in the
middle
Deep will I dig, I
Here's a nickel for your time and a dollar for your dime
Just another
night of laying low
I see a shovel in the hand of a wild eyed man
With a
mission and a goal below
But I don't want to, you don't want to
We don't
want to know
And forgotten are the cross, and the naked and the loss
And
the lover of the tired and cold
I've learned of this religion
But I've lost my peaceful vision
Girl
ghost in the stairway
She likes it when I rub my eyes
Deep will I dig,
I
So give a smile and a cringe to the lunatic fringe
I'm a little tired of
saying so
See the spin and the whirl of a wide-eyed girl
Still digging for
an honest soul
But I don't want to, you don't want to
We don't want to
know
And dying on the cross for the sick and the loss
Is the lover that I
long to know
Useless and empty...., is it?
World stupid, loveless limits
With immune
deficient fathers
Sick sons and dying daughters
Deep will I dig, I
It Is What It Is (What It Is)
Dark drive down
the five at seventy-five
I am destitute and stranded
Sense to be made, I
am afraid
I need to understand it
Ask a stupid question
You get a
sideways quote
The reasonable would demand it
It is what it is (what it
is)
Thirty years old
Naked and cold
A child without a mission
There
always is a deadline
And that's fine
I'll follow the tradition
My
audience is bated
I've got it by the throat
The monumental big
decision
It is what it is (what it is)
What is it?
What kind?
What type?
What brand?
What influenced its
origin?
Well, five in a room
Alive, empty tomb
The fear of doing
nothing
A foolish apparition
A donkey in a zebra's coat
All I know is
what I'll say
This one thing
It is what it is (what it is)
Dig
I had a big idea
I had a lazy eye
I
broke the sacred seal
I told a crazy lie
I've had my conscience
bent
I've had my patience tried
I've been down in the desert and
Up by
the riverside
Will the eagle fly
If the sky's untrue?
Do the faithful sigh
Because
there are so few?
Remember when I cried?
Remember when you
knew?
Remember the look in your eyes?
I know I do
And count the stars to measure time
The earth is hard, the treasure
fine
To the sea, I'll crawl on my knees
Feel it coming in
Feel it going out
Water covers sand
Blood covers
doubt
So I begin again
Again, the healing bow
There was a time when I
might have surrendered, but not now
Consult the cards to measure mine
The earth is hard, but the treasure
fine
To the sea, I'll crawl on my knees
At the sea, I'll wait on my
knees
Hopeless, Etc.
I'm hopeless
I'm
hopeless
Hopeless and tired
Will you give me the sign I'm looking
for?
I am mired with the earnest and the
sight-inspired
Hopeless
Hopeless
I'm helpless
I'm helpless
Helpless and silent
Can you return my
voice?
You left me mute and defiant
But I can't get my hands untied
I'm
helpless
Helpless
I'm useless
I'm useless
Useless without you
It's my fault
It's my
fault
I am withered, I am weak
And about to find out why I'm so
into
Being useless
Useless
Songwork
Am I learning patience?
Is my
spirit restored?
Do I listen to the beggar
Or the woman in the
door?
Aces and eights
We cry at the gates
Remembering hate
The wild
and the waiting child
Night of nights
Sight of sights
Among the
hidden
The rhymes and the stories remain
Spending three
years
Alternately blocked and drained
Workers in song
We noticed so
long ago
Tarry on
The weary are strong
So strong
Light of
lights
Fight of fights
Crime and pain, life and liberty, wind, rain,
politics and greed
Her face stained with sorrow
Songwork chase, steal and
borrow
Write something down
Write it down now
Dylan and Cohen
Van
Zandt (Townes)
Cry baby cry
You know more than I
A wink and a sigh
A
wink and a sigh
Worldwide
There is a reason
And I don't
know what it is
A bloody season
Well, I've heard that these things
happen
Worldwide
Worldwide
Don't think I'll ever understand it
Don't think it matters if I
do
Three billion people in the world
And I only know a
few
Worldwide
Tears on the driver's side
His head is in his hands
Voice of an angel
silenced
By the whim of another man
It's worldwide
But we all love that desert thunder
We put some stickers on our
bumper
Three billion nothings in the world
Why should anybody
bother?
Worldwide
What about Headman Shabalala?
Does anybody care about justice?
Three
billion people in the world
And his spirit weeps for all of
us
Worldwide
Walk Between The Raindrops
Listen
I think I
could be dreaming
The linecrossers cross
The schemers' scheming
I
should forget about it
There's a monkey on my back rack
The humble and
poor keep breathing
Walk between the raindrops if you can
Lord tell me
what kind of man
Makes this plan
I don't understand such a grand scam
Science
I think I should be leaving
Shine baby shine, free that free
thing
And keep your holy hair in place
The wind is going to roll
The
hungry and poor are reeling
Hidden, Hidden
See the way I feel
Is
hidden, hidden
The way I feel
It's time
If you'd reveal
What's
hidden, hidden
Is it time?
What have I missed, make me a list
I can try but you resist
Stir my
soul, dig me a hole
I can't move what you control
Still, I'm afraid to hear it
It's hidden, hidden
I'm afraid to hear
it
I feel fine, sevens and nines
You can offer, I'll decline
Drop my
guard, heavy and hard
I will treasure what you discard
Hit me in the head,
send me to bed
I forgot what you just said
Make my day, send me
away
Send me away, send me away
Yes we ought to talk about it
What I need to say is
What I mean to say
is
I don't want to talk about it
Though I can see the future
I prefer
to close my eyes
Show me a sign, boggle my mind
Water burns as I decide
Teardrops
stained, pleasure and pain
You are different, I'm the same
I fear
That
it could destroy me
If you reveal
What's hidden, hidden
River On Fire
What would you say if you knew
what I was thinking?
Maybe you do but you know not to dig too deep
What if
I knew what you needed for sure?
I've seen in your eyes you need more, much
more
And I could be happy, and you could be miserable
I'll grab a metaphor out
of the air
The Cuyahoga river on fire
What can you say, the impossible happens
What can you settle for?
What
can you live without?
I remember the night I first darkened your door
And
I swore that I loved you
My heart was pure
And you could be happy, and I could be miserable
I'll grab a metaphor out
of the air
The Cuyahoga river on fire
My open window, a dream in the dark
My fingers, your face
A spark, a
trace
I could be happy, and you could be miserable
I'll grab a metaphor out of
the air
The Cuyahoga river on fire
I know a lot about the history of Cleveland, Ohio
Disasters that have
happened there
Like the Cuyahoga river on fire
So Long
I went too far
I went too far
I
wanted to tell a joke
I wanted to tell a joke
Ha ha
I'm so
funny
That joke that I told
Ha ha
I climbed that hill
I climbed that hill
I wanted to be on the top
I
wanted to see the top
Big deal
I'm so tired
That hill that I
climbed
Big deal
I'm so wrong
And I don't know the reason for this song
But I know how
to say
I know how to say
So long
So long
I'm so tender
The way
that I say
So long
Gene Eugene - Vocals, Guitar, Rhodes
Greg Lawless - Guitar
Riki
Michele - Vocals
Paul Valadez - Bass
Jon Knox - Drums
Drums on
"Hopeless, Etc." by David Raven / Cello on "River On Fire" by Sarah Fiene /
Keyboards and cello arrangement on "River On FIre" by Rob Watson / All lyrics by
Gene Eugene / All Songs copyright 1992 Chenka Chenka Music ASCAP.
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