Live At Benaroya Hall lyrics

She lived on the curve in the road
In an old tar paper shack.
On the south side of the town
On the wrong side of the tracks.
Sometimes on the way into town
We'd say, "Mama can we stop and give her a ride?"
Sometimes we did
But her hands flew from her side.
Wild eyed
Crazy Mary.

Down the long dirt road
Past the Parson's place.
That old blue car
We used to race.

Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns
You that build the death place, you that build all the guns
You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
I just want you to know, I can see through your masks

You that never done nothing, but to build and destroy
You play with my world, like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand, then you hide from my eyes

Gossard

There's a light, when my baby's in my arms.
There's a light, when the window shades are drawn.
Hesitate when I feel I may do harm to her.
Wash it off cause this feeling we can share.
And I know she's reached my heart in thin air.

Byzantine is reflected in our pond.
There's a cloud, but the water remains calm.
Reaching in the suns fingers clutch the dawn to pass.

Routine was the theme. He'd wake up wash and pour himself into uniform.
Something he hadn't imagined being.
As the merging traffic passed he found himself staring down at his own hands.
Not remembering the change. Not recalling the plan. Was it?

He was okay but wondering about wandering.
Was it age by consequence or was he moved by sleight of hand?

Behind her eyes there's curtains and they've been closed to hide the flames. Remains.
She know their futures burning but she can smile just the same. Same.
And though her mood is fine today there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways.

Standing like a statue. A chin of stone a heart of clay. Hey.
And thought he's too big a man to say there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways.

Drive down the street can't find the keys to my own fucking home
I take a walk so I can curse my ass for being dumb
I make a right after the arches. . . stinking grease and bone
Stop at the supermarket. . . people stare like I'm a dog

I'm gone to Lukin's... I gotta spot at Lukin's
Unlock the door at Lukin's. . . open the fridge
Now I know life's worth

Clouds roll by
Reeling is what they say
Or is it just my way?
Wind blows by, low light
Side-tracked, low light
Can't see my tracks, your scent-way back

Can I be here all alone?
Clear a path to my home
Blood runs dry
Books and jealousy tell me wrong
All I feel, calm
Voice blows by, low light
Car crash, low light
Can't wear my mask, your first, my last

Voice goes by

Ament

Don't feel like home. He's a little out.
And all these words elope. It's nothing like your poem.
Putting in. Inputting in. Don't feel like methadone.
A scratching voice all alone it's nothing like your baritone.

It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home.
The little that he sees. Is nothing he concedes. It's home.

Tidal waves donât beg forgiveness
'CRASHED' and on their way
Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away
A snowflake falls in may.
And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.

Nature has its own religion; gospel from the land
Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend
Old men comprehend.

Gossard

Oh he deals them off of the top. Ties them off.
Fills it up with his past. Gets carried away.
Oh half his life a hand me down wasted away.
Oh he fills it up with the love of a girl.

Oh he left it alone drilled the pain with money to buy.

How he makes his getaway. How he makes his getaway.

Oh he chose a path. Heavy the fall. Quarter to four.

I believe in miracles...
I believe in a better world for me and you...
[2X]
I will get by...[3X]
I will survive...
Survive...[3X]
I will get by...[3X]
I'll survive... [4X]

They're buildin' the gallows outside my cell.
I got 25 minutes to go.

And in 25 minutes I'll be in Hell.
I got 24 minutes to go.
Well, they give me some beans for my last meal.
23 minutes to go.

And you know... nobody asked me how I feel.
I got 22 minutes to go.

So, I wrote to the Gov'nor... the whole damned bunch.
Ahhh... 21 minutes to go.

She lived on a curve in the road, in an old tar-paper shack

On the south side of the town, on the wrong side of the tracks

Sometimes on the way into town we'd say:

"Mama, can we stop and give her a ride?"
Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side

Wild eyed, crazy Mary

Down along the road, past the Parson's place

The old blue car we used to race

One...Two...One...Two
Know a man
His face seemed pulled and tense
Like he's ridin' on a motorbike
In the strongest winds
So I approach with tact
Suggest that he should relax
But he's movin' much too fast

Said he'll see me on the flip side
On this trip he's taken for a ride
He's been takin' too much on
There he goes with his perfectly unkept hope
There he goes

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay,
were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
as the earth to the sun.
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn.
Oooo ooo.
And all I taught her was everything.
Oooo ooo.
I know she gave me all that she wore
and now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds

Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her
Cannot find the comfort in this world
Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers
Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...
A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on...
But there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality...

As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show

I have not been home since you left long ago
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven
Counting steps, walking backwards on the road
I'm counting my way back to heaven
I can't be free with what's locked inside of me
If there was a key, you took it in your hand
There's no wrong or right, but I'm sure there's good and bad
The questions linger overhead

Unsealed,
On a porch a letter sat
Let me say "I wanna leave it again"
Once I saw her on a beach of weathered sand
I'm gonna say "I wanna leave it again" ....yeah
On a weekend, wanna wish it all away yeah..
and they called and I said that i want what i said
and then i call out again
and the reason oughta leave her calm I know
I said I know what I wear
not a boxer or a bag...

How good is he?
how warm are his eyes
you'll see it's not a reprise
there he arrived
too late and too tethered away
to put on his suit and his tie
how good is he?
how warm is his heart
or ego telling him which place to park
did he relate, the message is clearly hardly
grounds for dismissal outright
grounds for dismissal outright

i wake up and wait up

It's a hopeless... situation
And I'm starting to believe
That this hopeless... situation
Is what I'm trying to achieve
But I try
To run on
Is all or none,... all or none

Here's the selfless confession
Leading me back to war
Can we help that,.. our destinations
Are the ones we've been before

I still try
To run on
But is all or none,... all or none

To myself I... surrender

I am wishing you a well
Mind at peace within yourself
Covers up, I cast you off
I'll be watchin' as you breathe
I lie still, you move, I send you off around the bend
I hold you deep in my arms
My fingertips, they close your eyes
Off you dream my little child
There's a sun around the bend (2X)

All the evenings close like this
All these moments that I've missed

I wanna shake
I wanna wind out
I wanna leave
This mind and shout
I've lived
All this life
Like an ocean
In disguise
I don't live for
Ever
You can't keep
Me here

I wanna race
With the sundown
I want a last breath
(That I don't let out)

Forgive
Every being
The bad feelings
It's just me
I won't wait
For answers
You can't keep
Me here

I wanna rise
And say goodnight

You guys ready...

Alone... listless... breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Young girl... violins... center of
her own attention
The, mother reads aloud, child, tries to understand it
Tries to make her proud

The shades go down, it's in her head
Painted room... can't deny there's something wrong...

Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me

Sailing on my every step
Inching off of the earth...
Itâs magnified
by the things I've done
The thing that I've become
Every lift of my hand,
Coffee cup up and back,
Is magnified
by the things I've done
The things I've seen, the things I've caused,
I'm a dead man walking.

The hammer that I once brought down now hovers over me.
Casts a shadow, a cross/across onto me.

Down,â Fell by the wayside
No getting out

Down,â Cry me a river
Dried up and damned

The names,â Can be changed
But the place,â Is still the same
I am loaded, told that alls for naught
Holds me down

Rise,â Life is in motion
Iâm stuck in line

Rise,â You cant be neutral
On a moving train

One day,â The symptoms fade