Fables Of The Reconstruction Of The Fables lyrics

Feeling Gravity's Pull

I fell asleep and read just about every paragraph.

Read the scene where gravity is pulling me around
Peel back the mountains, peel back the sky
Stomp gravity into the floor
It's a Man Ray kind of sky
Let me show you what I can do with it
Time and distance are out of place here

Step up, step up, step up the sky is open-armed

He’s not to be reached, he’s to be reached.
He’s not to be reached, he’s to be reached.

Called the fool and the company,
On his own where he’d rather be.
Where he ought to be, he sees what you can’t see, can’t you see that

Maybe he’s caught in the legend,
Maybe he’s caught in the mood.
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood.

Driver 8

The walls are built up, stone by stone,
the fields divided one by one.
And the train conductor says
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
We've been on this shift too long"

And the train conductor says
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break (Driver 8, Driver 8)
We can reach our destination,
but we're still a ways away, (but we're still a ways away)¡±

bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
To doors to go between the wall was raised today
To doors remain before your others and your own
Keep these books well stocked away and take your happy home

My carpenter’s out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there

Old Man Kensey wants to be a sign painter

First he’s got to learn to read
He’s gonna be a clown on TV
Flexes his elbow taunt and free
That’s my folly, I believe
Drink up the lake Kensey’s awake
That’s my folly, that’s my mistake

Old Man Kensey wants to be a goalie
First he’s got to learn to count
He’s gonna be a clown on a circus mount

Cant Get There From Here

When the world is a monster
Bad to swallow you whole
Kick the clay that holds the teeth in
Throw your trolls out the door

If you're needing inspiration
Philomath is where I go
Lawyer Jeff he knows the low-down
He's mighty bad to visit home

(I've been there I know the way)
Can't get there from here
(I've been there I know the way)

The wheelbarrow’s fallen
Look at my hands
They’ve found some surplus cheaper hands
Rubbing palms and pick and choose,
who will they choose Here is the news.

Look at that building, look at this man
Halloed and whitewashed
Gone to find a cheaper hand
He’ll offer a pound, offer a pound.

Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go

Who will stand alone

She carried ribbons, she wore them out
Courage built a bridge, jealous tore it down
At least it’s something you’ve left behind
Like Kohoutek, you were gone

We sat in the garden, we stood on the porch
I won’t deny myself, we never talked

She wore bangles, she wore bells
On her toes and she jumped like a fish
Like a flyin’ friend, you were gone

She didn’t want to get pinned down by her prior town
Get me to the train on time, here take this nickel make a dime
Take this penny and make it into a necklace when I leave
What is at the other end, I don’t know another friend
Another wife, another morning spent
Listen, listen to the auctioneer
Another engine, another engine

We never wrote the reasons that I need explained

When you greet a stranger look at his shoes
Keep your money in your shoes put your trouble behind
When you greet a stranger look at her hands
Keep your money in your hands put your travel behind
Who are you going to call for, what do you have to say
Keep your hat on your head home is a long way away
At the end of the day, I’ll forget your name

That’s when Wendell Gee takes a tug
Upon the string that held the line of trees
Behind the house he lived in
He was reared to give respect
But somewhere down the line he chose
To whistle as the wind blows
Whistle as the wind blows, with me

He had a dream one night
That the tree had lost its middle
So he built a trunk of chicken wire
To try to hold it up