1200 Curfews lyrics

You said the world was magic I was wide-eyed and laughing
We were dancing up to the bright side
Forget about your ego forget about your pride
And we will never have to compromise

And you were only joking
You were only joking brother

We talked about mothers kissing the wounds of our fathers
I could have been your sister I would have been your brother

I sit two stories above the street
It's awful quiet here since love fell asleep
There's life down below me though the kids are walking home from school

So long ago when we were taught
That for whatever kind of puzzle you got
You just stick the right formula in a solution for every fool

I remember the time when I came so close to you
Sent me skipping my class and running from school

I thought the time was passed when I could find beauty in the birds
I set the stage and the scenery rehearsing every word
Yeah
But when I tried to make it more it was always less
And it's a thin line between pleasing yourself and pleasing somebody else
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Alright

With my confidence on fire (my confidence on fire) I set to fixin' up my roles

It's coming on Christmas they're cutting down trees
Putting up reindeer and singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river I could skate away on

But it don't snow here it stays pretty green
I'm gonna make a lot of money then I'm gonna quit this crazy scene
I wish I had a river I could skate away on

I wish I had a river so wide
Teach my feet to fly

I come to you with strange fire, I make an offering of love
The incense of my soul is burned by the fire in my blood
I come with a softer answer to the questions that lie in your path
I want to harbor you from the anger find a refuge from the wrath

This is a message, a message of love
Love that moves from the inside out
Love that never grows tired
I come to you with strange fire

Now the parking lot is empty
Everyone's gone someplace
I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed
A cooler and a two-day suitcase
Cause there's a place we like to drive
Way out in the country
Five miles out of the city limit we're singing
And your hand's upon my knee

So we're okay, we're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head

I woke up this morning, grey dawn, a prayer on my breath
I lost something precious, God will save me, from losing myself
I think I know what's wrong I think I know what's wrong

Now I've met the queen and I understand why she, she closed the door
I'm not making excuses but you know I've been there a few times I was knocking on the door

Some will strut and some will fret
See this an hour on the stage
Others will not but they'll sweat
In their hopelessness in their rage
We're all the same the men of anger and the women of the page

They published your diary and that's how I got to know you
Key to the room of your own and a mind without end
And here's a young girl on a kind of a telephone line through time

I left my anger in a river running highway five
New Hampshire, Vermont border by
College farms, hubcaps, falling rocks
Voices in the woods and the mountaintops

I used to search for reservations and native lands
Before I realized everywhere I stand
There have been tribal feet running wild as fire
Some past life sister of my desire

Jonas and Ezekial hear me now

Early one morning the sun was shining I was laying in bed
Wondering if she'd changed at all if her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together sure was gonna be rough
They never did like mama's homemade dress papa's bank book wasn't big enough
Me I'm standing on the side of the road rain falling onto my shoes
I'm heading out to the east coast Lord knows I've paid some dues

I'm coming home with a stone strapped onto my back
I'm coming home with a burning hope turning all my blues to black
I'm looking for a sacred hand to carve into my stone
A ghost of comfort angels breath to keep this life inside my chest

This world falls on me hopes of immortality
Everywhere I turn all the beauty just keeps shaking me

Indian legislation's on the desk of a do-right Congressman
He don't know much about the issues
So he picks up the phone and calls the senator out in Indian Country
A darling of the energy companies ripping off what's left
Of the reservation

I learned a safety rule, I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation and the corporate bank
They're sending federal tanks

There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer
The last truce we ever came to from our adolescent war
And I start to feel the fever of the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams

The Mississippi's mighty, but it starts in Minnesota
At a place where you can walk across with five steps down

We were down at Dead Man's Hill
Smoking vines like cigarettes
Looking through the trashy mags
Trying to feel what's coming next
You told me of crashing cars,
Older brothers and late night bars
I told you what I feel most
And you kept it like a ghost
Forever

Don't you write it down
Remember this in your head
Don't take a picture
Remember this in your heart
Don't leave a message

I Shall Be Released is a 1967 Bob Dylan song that the Girls have
been doing on occasion for several years now. It usually functions
as an encore, and features numerous guests. The version that I'm
transcribing is from the lyric sheet the girls used at the Fox
theater, on October 30th, 1989. There are subtle variations from
Dylan's lyrics - gender references, such as They say every man

Galileo's head was on the block
The crime was looking up the truth
And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode
I try to trace them to my youth

And then you had to bring up reincarnation
Over a couple of beers the other night
And now I'm serving time for mistakes made by another
In another lifetime

How long till my soul gets it right

Be on my side
I'll be on your side
There is no reason for you to hide
It's so hard staying here all alone
You could be taking me for a ride
She could drag me over the rainbow
Send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river
Dead

Take my hand
I'll take your hand baby
Together we may get away
This much madness is too much sorrow
It's impossible to make it today

During the time of which I speak it was hard to turn the other cheek
To the blows of insecurity
Feeding the cancer of my intellect the blood of the love soon neglected
Lay dying in the strength of its impurity

And all the friends I thought were so together
They've all gone and left each other in search of fairer weather
I sit here in this storm and drink a toast

You can go to the East to find your inner hemisphere
You say we're under the same sky baby don't you realize honey it's not that clear
I'm not your promised land, honey, you know that I'm not!
I'm not your promised one
I'm not the land of Canaan, sweetheart, waiting for you under the sun

I'm lonely tonight, I'm missing you now
I'm wanting your love and you're givin it out

Each time you'd pull down the driveway
I wasn't sure when I would see you again
Cause yours was a twisted blind sided highway
No matter which road you took then
Oh you set up your place in my thoughts
Moved in and made my thinking crowded
Now we're out in the back with the barking dogs
My heart the red sun, your heart the moon clouded

I could go crazy on a night like tonight

It's a fish white belly
A lump in the throat
Razor on the wire
Skin and bone
Piss and blood
In a railroad car
One hundred people
Gypsies, queers, and David's Stars

This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train

Measure the bones
Count the face
Pull out the teeth
Do you belong to the human race
Doctor doctor

Beauty to Disaster is a song that Amy Ray did solo, and very
rarely. On the only performance that I'm aware of (Chapel Hill, NC,
on 26 April 1988) she intruduced it as an obscure tune that she'd
only done once in her life. In fact, her comments lead me to believe
that she may not have written it, but nobody I know knows who did.
If ANYONE out there knows, please tell me about it.

I don't know if it was real or in a dream
Lately waking up I'm not sure where I've been
There was a table set for six and five were there
I stood outside and kept my eyes upon that empty chair
And there was steam on the windows from the kitchen
Laughter like a language I once spoke with ease
But I'm made mute by the virtue of decision
And I choose most of your life goes on without me

I am an only child born of the wild
Riddled to spend my time defending the land
You are the only one born in the sun
Riddled to spend your time defending my plan

Dead dog on the highway
Median cats are growling at me
I turn my lights on brighter
I'm counting through the night ride

And it's one more life for the taker (Chickenman Chickenman)

Midnight train to Georgia

l.a. proved too much for the man
(too much for the man)
(He couldn't make it)
So he's leaving the life he's come to know
(he said he's going)
He said he's going back to find
(going back to find)
What's left of his world
the world he left behind
not so very long ago
oh yeah

He's leaving
(leaving)
on that midnight train to georgia
(leaving on a midnight train)

i'm trying to tell you something about my life
maybe give me insight between black and white
and the best thing you've ever done for me
is to help me take my life less seriously
it's only life after all
yeah

well darkness has a hunger that's insatiable
and lightness has a call that's hard to hear
i wrap my fear around me like a blanket
i sailed my ship of safety till i sank it

Indian legislation's on the desk of a do-right Congressman
He don't know much about the issues
So he picks up the phone and calls the senator out in Indian Country
A darling of the energy companies ripping off what's left
Of the reservation

I learned a safety rule, I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation and the corporate bank
They're sending federal tanks

Half-Moon Cafe is an Emily Saliers song, written during her
sophomore year at Tulane (the same year she wrote Play It Again,
Sam ). The sole performance I have is from Live at WREK, on 27
February 1989.
Half-Moon Cafe
At the Half-Moon Cafe, we drink to our lives
Like pseudo-believers in love
We've been through our holes-in-the-walls and the dives