Zombie Birdhouse, Window Pane Lyrics The Knife Well I was thinking late last night when I got home What I found was a window had been broke And there was a man standing in my hallway looking through me I said “Hey man, man what you trying to say?” He said “I want your VCR, and your foreign car, Take your spare change too or I’ll run you through.” But he left me the knife In the window sill If he comes back to see me one more time He won’t make it out alive Well I’d been drinking late last night when I got home And what I found was another window had been broke And that same man was standing in my bedroom I said “Hey man, what you trying to do?” He said “I want your VCR, and your foreign car Take your spare change too or I’ll run you through.” But he left me the knife Oh yeah If he comes back to see me one more time He ain’t leaving with his life I was dreaming late last night when I got home I turned out the lights and I watched all my windows I heard a sound, I cut on the lights, I grabbed the knife But man he had a gun, he had a gun said “Give me Mary back. Give me my Mary back. I want your VCR, and your foreign car Take your spare change too or I’ll run you through.” So I gave him the knife, yeah I gave him the knife And I watched him bleed But don’t take it from me Or I’ll give you the knife Michael Weisberg (Wheat), Jon Preston - - - Back to frontpage - - - Let You Down 9:15, I clear my throat And take one last drag of my smoke Under lights Silhouette Though these words haven’t left me yet I know, I know, I know sometimes I let you down I know, I know, I know sometimes I let you Another night Already here Sometimes I’m Richard sometimes Lear And I hear what they say Girl these words haunt me every day I know, I know, I know sometimes I let you down I know, I know, I know sometimes I let you Now I understand What you’re better than And it’s better for me that I Learn to realize What is on your mind And not hide, oh no Now it’s done Till next time I feel you’ve been much more than kind Off I go To home sweet home Dial room service Don’t leave me hangin’ on I know, I know, I know sometimes I let you down I know, I know, I know sometimes I let you down Oh no, I know, yeah yeah, sometimes I let you down Oh no, I know, yeah yeah, sometimes I let you down Sometimes I let you down Chris Carter, Matthew Cloutier, Michael Weisberg (Wheat) - - - Back to frontpage - - - Anyway Flyin’ home, I’m on my way, hold at Angles 151 What goes in will surely stay Till I can choose from three the one That I’ve talked with almost every night With words that don’t ring true Then she says “What can I say, when what I say flies over you?” She asked me why I could not see, the picture painted clear I asked her if Picasso had been hangin’ around, she said Anyway, anyway, “It’s all the same to me,” she said Anyway, anyway, “It’s all the same to me,” she said Habits can be hard to break, even those that cause no harm Still I tumble through her wake As she passes through my arms Like a fix that has control of me, a white light at the end But if heaven feels like this Maybe hell will be my friend She asked me why I could not see, the picture painted clear I asked her if Picasso had been hangin’ around, she said Anyway, anyway, “It’s all the same to me,” she said Anyway, anyway, “It’s all the same to me,” she said Now I know the reason why, why she ran from me I wish I had just one more chance to listen to her say Anyway, anyway, “It’s all the same to me,” she said Anyway, anyway, “It’s all the same to me,” she said (repeat chorus) Matthew Cloutier - - - Back to frontpage - - - Gravity’s Rainbow And when I see you You’re strolling around downtown I stop and wonder And crystal eyes But where’s the gold you’d found Is it hid away Or can’t I see It sits there right where you stand I stop and wonder Why I’m looking out On gravity’s rainbow I wish I was (I wish I was) I wish it could be like this I wish I was (I wish I was) And it is, and it is like this The sun in melting The wax on my wings I keep on thinking A trumpet sounds fox on the run And he sings I’ll soon be leaving But why can’t I see the tree past the river in the sun Oh why I’m looking out On gravity’s rainbow I wish I was (I wish I was) I wish it could be like this I wish I was (I wish I was) And it is, and it is like this So fly away But the sun is melting The wax on my wings I keep on thinking The trumpet sounds fox on the run And he sings I’ll soon be leaving The end had come I’ve seen past the river in the sun Oh why I’m looking out On gravity’s rainbow I wish I was (I wish I was) Oh how I wish it could be like this I wish I was (I wish I was) And it is, and it is like this I wish I was (I wish I was) Looking out on gravity’s rainbow And it is like this Jon Preston, Michael Weisberg (Wheat) - Additional keyboards: John Kurzweg - - - Back to frontpage - - - Into the Night There’s a mockingbird Singing a thousand different songs There’s a mockingbird Crying alone There’s a zombie in a cage Who wants to be free To fly away But you’re fixin’ to score Into the night I feel it coming It’s coming on strong Into the night No time to fool around I’m sick and tired of all your sound I felt your fever closing in And you want to be my friend Into the night Oh won’t you come with me On this magic carpet ride We can see it backfire For miles around And then Miss Fatalattraction screams “Please make love to me!” But she’s too far gone To come with me Into the night I feel it coming It’s coming on strong Into the night Go! Oh here’s this mockingbird Still singing thousand different songs And this mockingbird He’s dying alone And the zombie in his cage He still wants to be free To fly away But you’re fixin’ to score But not with me Into the night I feel it coming And it’s coming on strong Into the night I’ve no time to fool around I’m sick and tired of all your sound I felt your fever closing in Ain’t no time to be my friend Into the night Into the night I put on my boots And my armored suits You put on your blinders I put on my smile I got nothing left to loose Into the night I feel it coming on I feel it coming on I feel it coming on Oh yes, it’s coming on Go! Michael Weisberg (Wheat), Jon Preston - - - Back to frontpage - - - Cowboy Tune I’m, I’m okay so don’t go away I don’t know, know the reason, yeah For, for your leaving All I know is what’s been goin’ on And I know, I’ve known you for so long All the reasons that she gave me Will she run Will she save me Don’t run away from me Don’t run away from me Please don’t run Cold blue steel Her blade right and true I feel All the anger and hatred that she gave Nothing left to save except the fever Burning through me in my mind Happens all the time and the well spring of desire Will I burn chasing this fire? Don’t run away from me Don’t run away from me Please don’t run (don’t run away from me) Now, when it’s said and done I guess, I guess you should have run Far away from my dark side But you stayed, now look where you lie All around me in the darkness Of the night if it’s wrong or right Dionysus and Apollo Will she run, will she follow me? You should have run from me You should have run from me You should have run from me, oh whoa I guess you should have run (you should have run from me) I guess you should have run (you should have run from me) I guess you should have run (far away from me) I guess you should have run Chris Carter, Matthew Cloutier - - - Back to frontpage - - - It Doesn’t Matter What I’m feeling Is not what you’re believing And what she’s hiding Makes me turn the other cheek away Far away from this oh I can only imagine Close to this I need the answer painted Right between my eyes It doesn’t matter It doesn’t matter much to her It doesn’t matter It doesn’t mean that much to me I know And where I’m going Is where the wind will carry me And what she’s doing Makes me wish that I could be like you Far away from this oh I can only imagine Close to this the only choice I have Is to turn the other cheek It doesn’t matter It doesn’t matter much to her It doesn’t matter It doesn’t mean that much to me I know It doesn’t matter It doesn’t matter much to her It doesn’t matter (it doesn’t) It doesn’t mean that much to me It doesn’t matter (it doesn’t) It doesn’t matter much to her It doesn’t matter (it doesn’t) It doesn’t mean that much to me I know, whoa I know Matthew Cloutier, Michael Weisberg (Wheat) - - - Back to frontpage - - - Jezebel Fly away my little Jezebel Cause I’ve been down for too long So she drew back the shades And went out the window The she threw back her arms and flew away I never asked her why She never looked my way Oh my little Jezebel Flew away She told me that she was on her own time And that she could make the clouds all roll on by She said come meet me up on my rooftop And then this little Jezebel will show you why She’s on her own time She’s in her own mind now Oh my little Jezebel blew So if you find yourself out hookin’ But you can’t explain just what you’ve seen Just go meet my Jezebel up on her rooftop And she’ll strip you down and blow you away Oh you’re on your own time But are you in your right mind now Oh my little Jezebel flew away My Jezebel She was my Jezebel She blew Jon Preston, Chris Carter, David Whitehouse, Michael Weisberg (Wheat) - - - Back to frontpage - - - Starvin’ Away I’m so tired of sitting still Watchin’ the shape I’m in I fell it creep on till I’m between the cracks So maybe I smoke, I drink too much You know I’ve been nosin’ my feet around I can’t feel it fallin’ When it’s on the ground Starvin’ away (yeah) Oh Lord, I’m starvin’ away again Starvin’ away (yeah) Oh Lord, it’s the hunger I’m so tired of wastin’ words On you Laughing at all those things That you put me through baby So, maybe I smoke, I drink too much Day by day it’s the same And you’re so close to touch You’re still so far away (that’s why) Starvin’ away (yeah) Oh Lord, I’m starvin’ away again Starvin’ away (yeah) Oh Lord, it’s the hunger Starvin’ away (yeah) Oh Lord, I’m starvin’ away again Starvin’ away (yeah) Oh Lord, I’m starvin’ away again Oh Lord, I’m starvin’ away again Oh Lord, I’m starvin’ away yeah Oh Lord, I’m starvin’ away again Michael Weisberg (Wheat) - - - Back to frontpage - - - St. Called Haight You know there’s a big, bright ball Hanging up in the sky One day it just might drop Then we all might drop and die Tell me who’s to say? It’s a circle, sink or swim But we all got to play And one day we’re all gonna wake up And find myself in another day We can make it there I swear But we got to try If you let the music paint your road Never asking “Why?” On a street called Haight There’s two sides to the left and right And one in between And one day we all gonna wake up And find myself in another dream There’s a man down on his side Said “Could you spare me a dime? See, I’ve been eating window pane lookin’ for my time.” On a street called Haight We can make it there now All one by one And when we open up our eyes See the setting sun We can make it there I swear But we got to try If you let colors paint your road Never asking why On a street called Haight We’re on a street called Haight We’re on a street called Haight We’re on a street called Haight Jon Preston, Matthew Cloutier, Michael Weisberg (Wheat), David Whitehouse, Chris Carter - - - Back to frontpage - - - Gypsy Morning desert light on the way to realize Paths I’ve chosen and no room for compromise And river rapid running down the empty spaces fear Spaces in me It holds on to me And saves me from the other side and Gypsy wraps his crystal in macrame Gypsy wraps his crystal in macrame I went cross country with my friend named Steven Grey We headed out in the LTD We went north and south, took the east to west We made it coast to coast, we saw a mountain road And we met a man who showed us where to go So we said Gypsy wraps his crystal in macrame Gypsy wraps his crystal in macrame He got those crystals down from the Arkansas way Gypsy wraps until his last dog dying day You might find yourself on a long and lost road And you might not know where to go But this man has seen the countryside He’ll tell you can run but you can’t hide And he has these eyes that stare into the sky We still say Gypsy wraps his crystal in macrame Gypsy wraps his crystal in macrame He got those crystals down from the Arkansas way Gypsy wraps until his last dog dying day Jon Preston, Matthew Cloutier - - - Back to frontpage - - - It’s Over I used to be the man who drove the Cadillac I used to be the one who was never looking back Those days are gone, now I’m strung out on my own I think I’ll lock the door and disconnect the phone If she comes around once more I’ll show her to the door Because it’s over Yes, it’s really over I guess it’s really over Yes, it’s really over Well I guess it’s really over Yes, it’s really over I guess it’s really over Yes, it’s really over I used to own the house, out back I grew my cool Now I’m the captive salin’ on that ship of fools That girl is bleedin’ me, she’s feeding on my skin If there’s a God above, he’ll let me live again If she comes around once more I’ll show her to the door Because it’s over Yes, it’s really over Well I guess it’s really over Yes, it’s really over Well I guess it’s really over Yes, it’s really over Well I guess it’s really over Yes, it’s really over Now it seems to me you get what you deserve Nothing changes save respect you’ve lost and earned Certainly the lies she told are comin’ true Oh I drink ‘em down, I think they’re 95 proof If she comes around once more I’ll let her in and lock the door I guess it’s over I guess it’s over I guess it’s over I guess it’s really over I guess it’s really over I guess it’s really over I guess this song is over It’s over, yeah Matthew Cloutier - - - Back to frontpage - - - Stamped 714 I can see you in the distance You’re bleeding all my dreams upon your shores But I can’t handle too much resistance No I’d rather ignore But I don’t mind ‘cause I feel fine About the evening news Say, “Why don’t you, why don’t you, take a Quaalude?” Take a Quaalude You see There’s too much talk about politics There’s too much talk about disease There’s too much talk about places that I don’t want to go And that I wouldn’t even care to be But I don’t mind ‘cause I feel fine About the about my memory Say, “Why don’t you, why don’t you, take a Quaalude?” Take a Quaalude I’m sitting here in my White House I’ve got my congress and my wife I’ll let you have all your rock-n-roll I give you your freedom and your strife But I don’t mind ‘cause I feel fine About my cup of tea Say, “Why don’t you, why don’t you, take a Quaalude?” Take a Quaalude Take a Quaalude Take a Quaalude Michael Weisberg (Wheat), Jon Preston - - - Back to frontpage - - - World on Fire I’m drawing down the moon, dancing in the sand Falling together I’m a stranger in this strange land I had a vision of you So beautiful Doing what you do to me So let’s set the world on fire And let us return to heaven Oh and I will I will surrender to you I’m looking at her glass scarecrow Superhero perfume Won’t you let me drown Rose tint the world in my bedroom Mysteries of each other Can help me now So let’s set the world on fire And let us return to heaven Oh and I will I will surrender to you Yes I will surrender I’m drawing down the moon, dancing in the sand How’s it feel to be a stranger in my strange land I had a vision of her so beautiful But doing what she done to me So let’s set the world on fire And let us return to heaven Oh and I will I will surrender to you Yes I will surrender And let us return to heaven I will surrender And let us return to heaven Michael Weisberg (Wheat)   - - - Back to frontpage - - -