The Complete Lyrics to the album called
Henning's School for the Dead.
SHE'S
GETTING ANXIOUS
Love
sure can screw you up when she's itching to get out of town.
Why not go when it's so cold?
You've got reasons and she's got reasons and it's not the season
and how you're freezin'.
You try to reason but you're not pleasin' her.
Make
up you're mind if you can.
You put things off when you can.
And she's getting anxious and she doesn't want to nag.
You
try to avoid changes and she's always rearranging.
Maybe a vacation, but I'm not ready to move.
You'll never be ready, you need to be forced out.
You can't make decisions, you don't even want to.
But I gotta tell you, I have to go.
So,
Make up you're mind if you can.
You put things off when you can.
And she's getting anxious and she doesn't want to nag.
SOUP
OF THE MOMENT
Its
unremarkable, the way that she smiles, when she uses the cross
walk as her own personal stage.
A number of voices come from the bus stop, there's only one
guy there, he's acting his age.
I prop myself up against a snowbank and try to take a picture
of an unaware friend.
Fingers to cold to focus his beard with, it's probably to dark
anyway.
My
glasses fog up in the heat of the patrons, this sweater's too
itchy to wait in this line.
One lady praises the soup of the moment. I can tell that this
moment is mine.
I pull out my pockets and check my funds. Can't remember if
I owe anyone.
Squint at the chalkboard, make a decision, I hope it's the right
one.
Soup
of the moment, you're the only reason I'm here.
Flavor of the day has turned away.
Soup of the decade, your aftertaste is serious.
We won't hesitate, we won't ever wait again, they'll see.
Styrofoam
box is steaming in my backpack. My gloves, my boots, I can't
say enough.
The bench is freezing but I can hear skateboards. Little kids
in T-shirts are tougher than me.
My eyes return to the spoon. I know there's no way this will
ever last.
Half-way through I'm bored already. It's not a long walk home.
Soup
of the moment, you're the only reason I'm here.
Flavor of the day has turned away.
Soup of the decade, your aftertaste is serious.
We won't hesitate, we won't ever wait again, they'll see.
DAY
JOB
It's
a sham. It's a shame. It's a shambles.
The shaman shoots. Should he shut-up or should he shout?
He's
a lamb, who's now lame. He's been labled.
The layman learns. The lawyer laughs and lurks about.
The
numbness from the numbers. The thumbless finger thumpers want
our sympathy.
The grumpiness of the grown-ups. The happiness of the hapless.
The playing is pretty, the posers are praying,
We pity the poet whose prose isn't paying. The day job is so
sad.
She's
got gams. She has games. She's a gamble.
The girl's got guts. She's gotta get going if she's gonna get
out.
The
sadness of the sadists, the sameness of the Sabbath, don't appeal
to me.
The pointlessness of the pontiff. The shamelessness of the sheriff.
The playing is pretty, the posers are praying,
We pity the poet whose prose isn't paying.
The day job is so sad.
It's
a shame.
1,000 TIMES
There
is a number I should call. So, I painted the number on my wall.
You drew a picture of my crimes. I broke your heart a thousand
times.
A thousand times.
Where
there are eyes I look away. Don't want to be like me today.
You drew a chart of what went wrong. Mapped out why we can't
get along.
But
we never talked about it. And we act so shocked about it.
You live without it, or live with it. Either way, it doesn'
t seem right.
It
doesn't seem right...
You
said this sadness is sublime and you wrote the novel of our
time.
I look at the number on my wall. Made up my mind, I'm gonna
call, a thousand times.
But
we never talked about it. And we act so shocked about it.
You live without it, or live with it. Either way, it doesn'
t seem right.
It
doesn't seem right...
FULL CIRCLE
We thought we'd have a chance to change the world
We fell asleep and let the days uncurl
And we looked around
Hey, I don't remember growing older
You sat down
I felt something tapping on my shoulder
It looks we've gone in a full circle
We
thought we'd have a chance to change our lives
And though we'd wait, the chance never arrives
So we look outside
You said this winter is unforgiving
We stepped outside
Ah well, I guess this is where we're living
It looks like we've gone in a full circle
Faster
than you can say, "I want to slow down."
Faster than youc an say "I want to go back."
Faster than you can say "I want it to stop, okay?"
But it's hard to stop, "okay."
We
thought we'd have a chance to stop and breathe
But when we get there its allways time to leave
And we looked around
Hey, are all those people looking blurry?
You calmed me down.
I think if we keep on running, we won't have to hurry
It looks we've gone in a full circle
We
thought we'd have a chance to save the world
V66
Cellar
floor on bare feet. We come down here to beat the heat.
Orange sofa, yellow chair. The antenna in the air.
Saw an ad for "Plate World" or we'd watch M.A.S.H.
three times a day.
Sign says no. "No Feet On Table"
Sign says no, we can't get cable.
And a brand new station blows our minds.
Everything
is changing on TV. What Cable could enable us to see.
But, in the air there is a sound, from outer space or all around.
On
66, UHF, there's videos, music videos.
No radio. No stereo. We sold our soles to V66.
In
the basement. Out on Bass Rocks.
An
air-wave raid, sound Trevor's Horn.
So we watched pop become reborn.
You can put the blame on you and me.
Everything
is changing on TV. A snare drum full of milk, it works for me.
But, in the air there is a sound, from outer space or all around.
On
66, UHF, there's videos, music videos.
No radio. No stereo. We sold our soles to V66.
In
the basement. Out on Bass Rocks.
The
asyronaut from MTV shut them down, all those V.J.s.
I got a tape on VHS, we can watch V66.
In
the basement. Out on Bass Rocks.
The
astronaut from MTV shut them down, all those V.J.s.
I got a tape on VHS, we can watch V66.
In
the basement. Out on Bass Rocks.
SITCOM
We
were boys. We were old.
Well, maybe we grew a little slow.
But we love to watch TV.
Cause, there's girls on TV but there' no TV on girls.
And we could stay inside the rest of our lives.
But
it's spring. And that's changing just 'bout everything.
With the tank tops and tattoos.
So, let's go for a ride, 'cause the streets are alive,
And each car we pass reminds us, we can survive anything.
I
can't believe how happy one guy can be.
This
is the life for me and my friends.
On the front porch overlooking the street.
All the girls that we could meet.
With the barbecue burning and the songs that we're learning,
And we're never concerning ourselves with the turning of time.
I
can' t believe how happy one guy can get.
It hasn't happened yet.
But
we love to watch TV.
Yeah, we love to watch TV.
We love to watch TV.
Watch
them.
JIVE DRIVING
Jive driving Jive driving
Jive driving on the Autobahn…
I
hope I make it to the fishing hole
Before the hail comes down
My baby left me for a fireman
Met him on the pitcher's mound
The
hitchhiker sitting next to me
Doesn't notice that I'm crying
I think I'm going to join the rodeo
If I ever stop driving
If
she could see me now
I know that she would call me dummy
If I could be bside her
W ould she call me honey
Would she join me?
Now
the hailstorm's coming down
Suggesting suicide
Instead I flicker on the radio
DJ says I'm dead inside
ZANE
In
Christmas of '98
All we can do is wait
A baby born in '99
A brand new century
A huge adventure, he's free
A
baby's born at last
Life never moved so fast
A baby born in '99
The world will never ever be the same
And
you can tell the world
And you can tell your friends
And you can sail above the cloudy skies
At
the edge of a big backyard
Exploring it won't be hard
A baby born in'99
A brand new century
A huge adventure, he's free
ALL
THE TIME IN THE WORLD
Wintertime,
summertime
Springtime or the autumn
Or any ol' time
As long as you are fine
It doesn't matter much to me
Breakfast
time, suppertime
A lunchtime or a snack,
Or any other time
As long as you are mine
It doesn't matter much to me
When
I look at the clock, it smiles
Turns around to face away from me
We stack our rocks in little piles
We've been here and we want the world to see
We've got all the time in the world
All the time in the world
Yesterday,
later today
A sunny day, a rainy day
Or any ol' day
As long as you're OK
It doesn't matter much to me
When
we look at the clock, it winks
Shurgs its arms and says it will not tell us
My friends told me you were a minx
You said my friends are just sad and jealous
We've
got all the time in the world
All the time in the world
ROGER
AND MARY O'MALLEY AND THE INVISIBLE PIRATES
Roger O'Malley with his peg leg leaves a hole every yard or
so by the shore every night when he searches for his missing
wife
And miniature crabs will scurry sideways, leap down in the sandy
hideaways, building nests in the wake of Roger O'Malley
And out there somewhere in the quiet, a see-through boat of
invisible pirates laughs a gust of wind at the searching guy
And
Mary O'Malley in the galley couldn't be seen down in the valley
The boat cut throught the ocean, cold and black
She's losing hope, tied down with rope and in the darkness she
was groping, searching blindly for an opening in a boat she
couldn't even see
"We
can be so happy together, Roger"
"Oh, Mary, we can live forever in our house on the rocks
by the bay with the seals
I'll fix my clocks and we can see how we feel about having some
babies or an automobile that seats two yeah yeah yeah"
"We can be so happy together, Roger"
"Oh, Mary, we can live forever in our house on the beaches
that we comb for doubloons We'll cultivate peaches and launch
a balloon on the dunes… and the sun and the trees…
and sing tunes in the breeze yeah yeah yeah"
Oh
dear Madam here's a quandary
Are the invisible pirates wearing laundry?
If the hand's a hook, is the hook a handy tool?
SCHOOL
FOR THE DEAD
30,000
feet above me there's a kid
Flipping through a magazine on cars
He says it's a telephone chamber of yawns
Adjusts the air above the seat
Closes his eyes in tired adrenaline
And I adjust my legs at my desk
There's noises in the hall at the school for the dead
It's a shambles, I know
I've got so much to do
Ten
miles south of here
A guy in a big Mack truck
Sits beneath a dome light with a book
The heat blurs from the pipes
A row of yellow lights
He's sleeping in the Showcase cinema lot
And I rest my head at my desk
With one eye on the door
At the school for the dead
It's a shambles, I know
I've got so much to do
Everybody's
the same
I'll get ambitious when I can
I scream when I wake up
You can blame the TV
But I'm the all-star of putting off what I can til I can
Every
night at one
A horn blows through this town
A girl rests her head against the glass
She's jostled and she's tired
All the traveling's got her wired
She finally finally finally finally left
WE
DON'T BELIEVE IN ANGELS
You
had to go 3000 miles
So you could see where you were
Now you're sure
They took everything you had
And your friends won't say a thing
And you're starting to believe it's true
She
had to say everything she said
You walk away and you just shake your head
Now you're sure
She took everything you had
And your friends won't say a thing
And you're starting to believe it's you
From
the album: Henning's School for the Dead
©2001 Rub Wrongways Records
