Songs of The Phantom Limbs

DEAD LANGUAGE (Jeff Keenan)

I don't know why I feel always compelled to say to you the things that you want me to say
Know that the truth is that you make me puke when you shove all those books in our way
Take all the credit for having intelligence even though it's just the way you were born
Look down your nose upon those not exposed to the life of the mind with scorn . . .
You had a life once, you had your moments, somebody came and changed all of that
Someone has left you a half-soul survivor with head, hands and heart always kept under wraps
I'm wondering how you got those scars, you're talking about Kirkegaard
I'm wondering you how got so scarred, you show me a picture of your brother in the National Guard . . .
You don't have to get metaphysical, baby, and pin me to the mat with your mind
No, you don't have to get metaphysical, cause I'm down for the count every time . . .

You unleash a strain of scathing invective whenever I get close to something that moves
You know I collapse under multiple syllables, harsh teachers leave marks and bruise
No, I don't speak any dead languages, but I might as well
You know how these things go, they take time, time will tell . . .
Is it so difficult, is it so painful to open up those parts to the light
Hiding away with your nose to the page so that these days your heart only imitates life
I know that you've read Proust, I know you drink Crown Russe, I know you've got no use for me
So you don't have to get metaphysical, baby, and pin me to the mat with your mind
No, I hate it when you get metaphysical, cause I'm down for the count every time . . .

WEDDING RING (ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR) (Jeff Keenan)

There's a note scribbled in lipstick on the bathroom mirror
Let me see if I can decipher it, let me see if I can read what it says
"I don't even love you at all, you have ruined my life.
"It's either get out while I can or throw myself on a knife," throw myself on a knife
Harsh words
Altogether too theatrical
You haven't been yourself lately, I don't know when you're joking anymore
All I know is that I found your wedding ring on the bathroom floor, on the bathroom floor
I know I ruined your life
I feel bad about that
I didn't know you were standing so close, your legs next to my machine
I shut it off immediately, as soon as I heard that scream
I gathered up all the pieces I could find and gave them to the paramedic team, the paramedic team
Day after day, working in the factory, safety grows slack
Useless products sold on credit, another monkey on somebody's back
But a guy's got to eat, and so I suppose does a girl
Even if it means running around in a cage like the proverbial squirrel, the proverbial squirrel
When I started to visit the hospital, it was mostly from guilt
But when I asked you to marry me it was cause I kind of liked you and admired your courage
I know you only accepted in order to get revenge
I thought all that would change in the course of time and we would be the best of friends, be the best of friends
Call me naive
But I really thought it would work out that way
Then things started to happen, we had fun, you laughed at my jokes
You began to care, you didn't want to be a burden, and that's why you left me so alone, so alone
Don't worry, I won't try to find you, there's some things I have learned
Anyone who could love me that much is much, much more than I deserve
We're both responsible people, we just want to do the right thing
That's why we make ourselves unhappy, that's why you tossed the wedding ring, tossed the wedding ring
We could be so miserable together
There's a note scribbled in lipstick on the bathroom mirror
It's been there for quite some time, doesn't seem to want to go away
Every time I wash my face, I don't know what for
All I can do is stare at the wedding ring on the bathroom floor, on the bathroom floor

BLEAK HOUSE (Jeff Keenan)

Since my baby left me
I've found a new place to dwell
It's down at the end of Lonely Street
And the furniture has a funny smell
Down at the end of Lonely Street, the furniture has a funny smell, it's . . .
Bleak House
Bleak House
Bleak House
It's the home of the human condition, the human condition, the human condition
In the depths immerse
Call a doctor, call a nurse
Tap his chest, tap his purse
Hope for the best, expect the worst
Expect the worst
Hope for the best but expect the worst at:
Bleak House
Bleak House
Bleak House
It's the home of the human condition, the human condition, the human condition

Excuse the gardener with his chain saw
As he chops through all your myths and pretensions
You think that people are good
You think that they pay attention
Think they have reasons for the things that they do
You think they're sorry when they're not
You think success comes to those who try hard
You think they've earned what they've got
Well don't talk to me about things you know not
I'm sorry, but it's not a pretty picture at:
Bleak House
Bleak House
Bleak House
It's the home of the human condition, the human condition, the human condition
Watch me rock
I go for a walk
Get hit by a truck
What rotten luck
And now my friends
Have to leave the party
While they go
Identify the body
Hot toddy-ot-toddy, identify the body
Hot toddy-ot-toddy, identify the body
Send it to:
Bleak House
Bleak House
Bleak House
It's the home of the human condition, the human condition, the human condition
In the depths immerse
Call a doctor, call a nurse
Tap his chest, tap his purse
Hope for the best, expect the worst
Expect the worst
Hope for the best but expect the worst
Where you're hardly ever disappointed and sometimes pleasantly surprised
Bleak House
Bleak House
Bleak House
It's the home of the human condition, the human condition, the human condition . . .

HOSTILE WITNESS (Jeff Keenan)

Mommy and her boyfriend have gone away
Left him to take care of the little girl all day
They gather round, stare at him and judge him
It makes him laugh because he never asked them to love him
The ink on the newspaper's still slightly wet
He's smiling and he's waving and he says that he has no regrets
They gather round, stare at him and judge him
It makes him laugh because he never asked them to love him
She takes the stand, she cries for her mama
Kids are tough, they bounce back from trauma
The judge and the jury hang their heads in disgust
They can't understand this man
Through the hole in his soul he can see that they're probably right
He thinks about these things sometimes when he's trying to fall asleep at night
He thinks he can trust his feelings to tell him what's wrong and what's right
In a case like this, feelings are so strong, we all know feelings don't lie, feelings don't lie
In a room upstairs with a window on the world
Tied to a chair, are you happy, little girl?
The ink on the newspaper's still slightly wet
But he's smiling and he's waving and he says that he has no regrets
They gather round, stare at him and judge him
It makes him laugh because he never asked them to love him

(ISN'T IT A) WONDERFUL WORLD (Jim Parks)

You know the dogs can talk tonight
And they're saying it will be OK
I've got your number in my hand
But I know you'll never stay
I put my ear to the ground
Hear your meaningless sound
I think I hear someone say
Isn't it a wonderful world
Isn't it a wonderful world
Isn't it a wonderful world in color . . .
You know I'm tired of being a fool
And a real sentimental guy
So go ahead and knock me down
Cause I'll be strong and I won't ask why
You put your ear to the ground
Hear my cynical sound
I think you'll hear someone say
I think I hear someone say
Isn't it a wonderful world
Isn't it a wonderful world
Isn't it a wonderful world in color . . .
I said something about your face
I said something about your ass
Now you think you can swirl me
In your little brandy glass
I think that I'm going to be sick
Or hold your hand
So take your pick
I think you never understood
Isn't it a wonderful world
Isn't it a wonderful world
Isn't it a wonderful world in color . . .

SLICE OF LIFE (Jeff Keenan)

They were as happy as any couple could expect to be
Then things slowly began to fade
But they did not disintegrate until much later
When they found their kid in the old refrigerator
She had to hold her nose
But she could recognize the clothes
Life's pretty big, life's pretty good
Give me another slice of life
There's enough to go around . . .
He worked so hard all his life
He's just a paycheck in their eyes
He wonders why they are so full of contempt
He wonders why their clothes are always the wrong size
Give him another slice of life
Looks like this one's spoiled
Give him another slice of life
He's too old to feel this bad
Life's pretty big, life's pretty good
Give me another slice of life
There's enough to go around . . .
She just wanted to be somebody
She just wanted to be better than her friends
That's why she did the things she did, that's why they said the things they said
Disarray you keep yourself in
Consorting with "regulars" dripping from your chin
You never raised your voice, they never understood
That you were screaming for help, and I thought I would
Cause I was feeling kind of bored and liberal that day
It didn't work, I'm still the same
Life's pretty big, life's pretty good
Give me another slice of life
There's enough to go around . . .
Give me another slice of life
Somebody's in trouble
Somebody did something wrong
Give me another slice of life
There's enough to go around
Life's pretty big, life's pretty good
Give me another slice of life
There's enough to go around . . .

CRAWL SPACE (Jeff Keenan)

There's a crawl space underneath your house
There's a crawl space underneath your house
This is the story of a crawl space, the one that's underneath your house
Not just a crawl space, let me explain
No one knows that I'm alive
No one knows that I'm not
No one remembers what I do
But everyone remembers something else about a
Crawl space of love
Living in a crawl space, living in a crawl space . . .
My idea of you is so much nicer than you are
My idea of you makes me much happier than you ever could
My idea of you, I think it helped me through some pretty difficult times
My idea of you gave a certain sense of direction to my life
And so I'm back here after all these years to be close to you
Because I never found anything else in between that I even wanted to do
I'm living in a crawl space and I won't be found
I'm living in a crawl space and it's too late now
It's been much too long since anyone cared
About me and the things that have got me scared in my crawl space
No one knows I'm here
I'm living in a crawl space, who would believe it after all these years
The way you really are only confirmed the worst of my fears
They way you really are keeps me close but not near
I met you, I knew you, I much prefer my idea of you
I met you, I knew you, I much prefer my idea of you
I met you, I knew you, I much prefer my idea of you
My idea of you is so much nicer than you are
My idea of you is so much more interesting than you could ever be
My idea of you is what I always liked most about you
Not just an idea, let me explain . . .
No one knows that I'm alive
No one knows that I'm not
No one remembers what I do
But everyone remembers something else about a
Crawl space of love
Living in a crawl space, living in a crawl space . . .
Living in a crawl space, no one knows I exist
Living in a crawl space, and I'm happy like this

SOMNAMBULANCE (Jim Parks)

She bought a pocket calculator when she was just 8
Because she had to add up all the ways she thought the world was great
But she grew up to be a woman
And it wasn't what it ought to be
So she threw away that calculator and threw herself in the sea
Her father loved her dearly, but her mom was always ill
So when her daddy felt a little cold she sat with him and took away the chill
But she grew breasts and buns
And he had fun, until one day
When he swore if she told he'd make her do it all the more
She left home and found a little work
And for a while she didn't think the man who made the world was such a stupid jerk
But she was walking home one day
And on her way she met some pervert scum
They ate up all her groceries and they left her with the crumbs
I met her at a bar and she had much too much to drink
And so I took her in my car to where she'd have a place to think
And soon I had her laughing at my jokes
Her fragile love I didn't have to coax
And after that I told her life is just a hoax . . .

BIG LEATHER (Jeff Keenan)
(Instrumental)

SUICIDE (Jeff Keenan)

Something about the way you talk to me
Makes me want to wallow in my misery
Something about you all of a sudden
Makes me want to stick my head in the oven
Something about seeing you with him
Makes me want to take the big swim
Something about the way you kissed
Makes me want to slit my wrist
(I'm depressed)
I've looked at life, I've looked enough
Smelled the roses and all that stuff
I used to think I was pretty tough
I look and you and then I think I've seen enough

Something about the stains on the bed
Makes me want to put a gun to my head
Something about the company you keep
Makes me want to sleep the big sleep
Something about that letter you wrote
Makes me want to slit my throat
Something about that last phone call
Makes me want to end it all
(I'm real depressed)
I've looked at life, I've looked enough
Smelled the roses and all that stuff
I used to think I was pretty tough
I look and you and then I think I've seen enough

Something about polyester clothes
Makes me want to overdose
Something about a mixed metaphor
Makes me want to slam my head in a door
Something about wearing my heart on my sleeve
Makes me a little difficult to believe
Something about feeling sorry for myself
Makes me happier than anything else
(I'm a lot of fun at parties)
I've looked at life, I've looked enough
Smelled the roses and all that stuff
I used to think I was pretty tough
I look and you and then I think I've seen enough

SUZANNE VALADON (Jim Parks) (Asterisk indicates missing lyric)

She must have been a sight when she was young and on the street
When she grew, the artist painted shoes upon her feet
She met a man
A short, short man
He gave her money and he called her Suzanne
Maybe it's an empty gesture, somewhere beyond help
To try to capture in her essence
Life itself
Sometimes I wish I had the guts to dress up just like you
Wear a wig and put on makeup and do the things you do
Because the scene and all it means
Stir things inside of me
Maybe it's an empty gesture, somewhere beyond help
I think being you is the only way I can ever live with myself

He visits me at midnight in a painting by Renoir
Dances with those colors, no more grace I ever saw
But no brush, no brush-brush stroke
They never tell me of the words she spoke
Maybe it's an empty gesture, somewhere beyond help
I think being you is the only way I can ever live with myself
Maybe it's an empty gesture, somewhere beyond help
To try to capture in her essence
Life itself

SAW THE WOMAN IN HALF (Jeff Keenan)

What happened to you?
I said, I wonder who, and I wonder when and where
Sometimes I wish I could saw you in two
And see your soul laid bare
To figure out what I have to do to make the necessary repairs

I saw the woman with flowers placed around her still intact
I saw the woman in half the faces I saw after that
I saw the woman in half . . .

Well, I wish that I could fix things with the laying on of hands
With all the means that I possess and skills that I command
She feels bored and ignored and everything is just noted and stored away
Ammunition for the next round, run it into the ground

I saw the woman with flowers placed around her still intact
I saw the woman in half the faces I saw after that
I saw the woman in half . . .

I said we can transcend and we can find a better place
She looked at me and tried not to laugh into my face
Well, what do you know about that?
No one heard the dull splat
Forehead on the dash and an empty bottle of sour mash on the back seat

I saw the woman with flowers placed around her still intact
I saw the woman in half the faces I saw after that
I saw the woman in half . . .

HANDFUL OF THESE (Jeff Keenan)

She felt so bad, she did it again
To punish herself for the way she feels
Cause after the pain and the sorrow fade
The guilt trip made is very real
The conviction in her voice and in her eyes was undeniable
It just made her behavior all that much more certifiable
The last sound she heard was the silence
The last thing she remembered was his face
The last feeling she could put a name on
Was the anticipation of disgrace
Just like she had to be hurt
Was how she felt
She was feeling just like the dirt
Where she knelt
He did not know how he would play these cards
That he was dealt
By the woman who waited for that but would not have it
The last sound she heard was the silence
The last thing she remembered was his face
The last feeling she could put a name on
Was the anticipation of disgrace

Like a poster child for the meek and mild, she was sniveling and complaining
Like a poster child, the way she smiled made him forget what she was saying
In a thousand different faces and a thousand different voices
He sees these people stay and then it ends by their own choices
Now the doctor keeps his new one very heavily sedated
And he's hoping she'll forget that she's the woman that she hated
And they knew it would not happen but they waited and they waited
And a handful of these
Will keep her here with me, he says,
A handful of these
Will keep her on her knees, he says,
And a handful of these
Is all I really need, she says,
A handful of these
Will bring it all back to me

AT THE CAFE (Jeff Keenan)

We were sitting around like sophomores do, arguing ethics
We turned and watched her as she walked into the room, it was distressing
Last time we saw her she was mostly blood and guts
Ashes to ashes, we said, looks like dust to dust
She tells us all these things, we don't know what she means
She tells us all these things

Here she comes
What's she doing?
Here she comes
Her mouth is moving
Here she comes
Is she going to come our way?

She had to give up all her favorite things just to make sure she'd get there
Now she says it's really not very much fun
Everybody has all they want without trying
It comes cheap and easy like some kind of drug
There's just no room for help or compassion
No sense of struggle at all

Here she comes
What's she doing?
Here she comes
Her mouth is moving
Here she comes

She came back yesterday, she had so many things to tell us, it was kind of exciting
The way she made it sound, it wasn't quite what she expected, not too inviting
First one to make the trip wants everyone to know
Take those precautions so that you don't have to go
She tells us all these things, we don't know what she means
She tells us all these things

Here she comes
What's she doing?
Here she comes
Her mouth is moving
Here she comes
Is she going to come our way?

FORMALDEHYDE (Jeff Keenan) (Asterisks indicate missing lyrics)

Since you've gone I can't decide
Whether you're better off dead or alive
Since you've gone I realize
I don't know if I'm dead or alive
I walk, I talk, I breathe, I laugh, I cry
Certain things crawl back into my mind
Blood on the curtain reminds me of you
It was only much later that I understood
And the silly things that we used to do
She said she was tired of being good
I feel exactly the way I felt
Found out later what she knew then
Keeping things . . . * . . . self-abuse
She'd never risk anything again
I walk, I talk, I breathe, I laugh, I cry
Somehow after a few . . . *

I went to the movies, saw 11 in four days
I drove 139 miles and sat beside the grave
I pried around my insides thinking how you live and how you die
Thinking about the things you try to hide
Misplaced pride
Thinking about alcohol and formaldehyde
I feel a little weak and somewhat numb
Thinking of the way that I've become
Well, I'm known around here as a man of conviction
Thinking things through to a contradiction
Then and only then do I give up
Sit on the edge of the bed and stare at the floor
If you've gone . . . *
I've been thinking about things like this most all of the time

STIGMA (Jeff Keenan)

I ripped off your mask and your face came with it
You fell to pieces at my feet
Whatever held you together is missing
But it was only self-deceit
I'm afraid it's all over now
Our story's all over town
Your stigma follows me around
I only stare at the ground when I'm walking

He's got a way with words, he's got away with murder
He had friends, he used them and he through them away
He said that life's absurd, but death's absurder
An animal caught in a trap will chew off its own leg
I'm afraid it's all over now
Our story's all over town
Your stigma follows me around
I only stare at the ground

I ripped off your mask and your face came with it
You fell to pieces at my feet
Whatever held you together is missing
You told me once it was just self-deceit
I guess it's all over now
Your stigma follows me around
I only stare at the ground
When I'm walking

TRAIN OF THOUGHT (Jeff Keenan)

Second-best foot forward
Not the one she left behind
And the blood on the tracks
Is an eternal reminder of the wrong step that she took
Before leaping, there are many ways to look

She tried to hop that freight train and she missed
So she slides down to the next item on the list
Of things that will make the world if not better,
At least more interesting and bearable for her
While she keeps looking for her cure, she knows
That these are the things that will change her
In a deep and abiding way
Not a song that she hears on the radio
Any novel, any movie, any play
Any speech, any charismatic college professor
No, it has to hit closer than that
A little closer to home and closer to the bone
To the bone than that

DISSIPATION (Jeff Keenan)

I just can't seem to get out of bed
A certain lack of bedside manner from the doctor when he said
All there is to be and do, you think you've been and done
You know that it was shallow, but you that you had fun with all your
Dissipation (a hollow shell, a life spent too well)
You say potato and I say Picasso
You know this kind of life is hardly worth the bother
What did we do to deserve all of this?
Your sentence is life, the kind of life you have to live with all your
Dissipation (a hollow shell, a life spent too well)
So nice-looking, I really like your surface
I wish that I could muster up your total lack of purpose
It must be nice to go through life skin-deep
Well, I bet you have no trouble when you try to fall asleep at night . . .
He began to laugh and his friends, they began to stare
He just realized that he'd made love to everybody sitting there
They said don't worry, thrills are where you find them
And then they try their best to put the past behind them with their
Dissipation (a hollow shell, a life spent too well)
Well, people here die slowly and it takes a long, long time
People smile knowing that their torture fits the crime
I was swept with fear into the vomitorium
You'll have to excuse me, I don't mean to sound Victorian
But all there is to be and do you, think you've been and done
You know that it was shallow, but you know that you had fun

PSYCHOLOGY TODAY (Jeff Keenan)

We know why you did it
That's what they said
They point to a place on a map of my head
Frightened and angry, hurt and confused
I know that these people don't have a clue
They just don't have a clue
Well, I like thinking alone
And I like dreaming alone
And I like drinking alone
But I feel creepy alone
I feel so creepy when I'm all alone

Digging up matters in layers of gray
What I don't remember should stay that way
I keep on crying, they don't understand
Bend a little boy, you get a twisted little man
Yeah, a twisted little man

I don't need Psychology Today
I don't want to know what makes me act this way
I don't need Psychology Today
I don't want to know what makes me act this way
I like thinking alone
And I like dreaming alone
And I like drinking alone
But I feel creepy alone
I feel so creepy when I'm all alone

Find out the hard way why I'm so afraid
Shocking the things that you can't scrape away
No, you can't scrape them away
I don't need Psychology Today
I don't want to know what makes me act this way
I don't need Psychology Today
I don't want to know what makes me act this way
I like thinking alone
I like dreaming alone
And I like drinking alone
But I feel creepy alone
I feel so creepy when I'm all alone

I don't need Psychology Today

CONTINENTAL DRIFT (Jeff Keenan) (Asterisks indicate missing lyrics)

It's hard to say after all this time
Exactly where the fault lies
So many years of building on those emotional fault lines
Boiling passion lines underneath are barely held intact
In her mind the line's already drawn along his back
Along the crust
There's slipping and sliding, wanderlust
Worrying, deciding what they must
Under these circumstances do
You know it's true
Well, well, well, the hot new stuff comes bubbling up from underneath
And as it cools, it hardens and forms another piece
It's hard enough yet, it's not that cool
She cannot forget the things that she learned in school, not yet
She tries to remember . . . *
She never will get used to this new way that she is wise
It makes her think of the world she had
A world that she has lost
Her whole foundation, the things she held so dear
Are crumbled underneath her, understanding left unclear
What she'll cherish most is the time she cried alone
Hoping that the world would not change her
It's not part of her yet, she's not so sure
Put to the test, some of this stuff won't end up with the rest
Making an effort . . . *
So in between the dreams she wondered what she's really got
She barely takes one look around
and she lets the subject drop
She believes in spite of all she sees that it's
better here than there
And so she clings to the one good thing that might keep her from that big bear
Or I said "might"


LETTERS (Jeff Keenan)

I'm sending her letters back, gonna send them back to her dad
Because she's gone now, she's gone away
I've taken a lot of blak; in fact, I'm taken aback
By the amount of flak I've had to take
But she's gone now, no matter what they say

I deal strictly in fact; everyone knows that
There are no happy lies for me to say
So when the veneer starts to crack and as the abyss stares back
Well, I would not say everything's OK
Cause she's gone now, and that's not gonna change


BURDEN OF PROOF (Jeff Keenan)

There's a burden of proof, and she feels so aloof when
everyone's laughing and carrying on
There's a burden of proof and you have to get used to
answering questions all night long
There are some things she wants to know

How the people who aren't very good learn to live with themselves
and how the ones who are very good learn to live with everyone else

I said can we go back inside and she said I'm not finished I laughed because there's a point you reach when your spirit's so diminshed
that it's obvious to everyone but you, you're completely and thoroughly through

I've seen it before, I know that pout
The one you get when the fun runs out
Wherever you are, you're wearing it now
You at least might have wondered at some point along the way
what you would do about me and you if we ever reached the day
we reached today

Counting exits on the freeway as they pass
Thinking over all the exits that you've passed

A nervous glance in the rearview mirror could hardly dampen the enthusiasm here
The thought of a brand-new life in a brand-new city
Counting the exits go by, counting off the time of your life


TAILSPIN (Jeff Keenan)

Now she's in tailspin, everybody's wondering
what kind of trouble she's in and when she's gonna die . . . and why

Now she's in a tailspin, both engines are burning
flaming and a-twirling, hurling from the sky . . . but why?


FLASHFLOOD (Jeff Keenan)

Let's go for a ride, shoot holes in the road signs
Get stuck in the sand beneath the darkening sky
We'll gather some friends, pile into the car and then
a little trip somewhere with nothing to declare

The radio said there's a storm watch out, a storm watch out, it said
Waiting for the flash flood out in this river bed

We think in cliches and pile up all these empty days
Already regret what hasn't happened yet
We like to complain out here in the flood plain
And think maybe this is as good as it's gonna get

Sealing off like poisoned wells the parts where the true feeling dwells
There behind the barricades, shots ran out and bottles fell

Caught like this in a flash flood
Swept away, these roots aren't strong enough

The clouds loom large on the horizon, each new bottle that he cries in
Emptied, tossed into the river bed, busted up with these hunks of lead
You listen to the shots and the bottles shatter, you listen for months for
something that matters
All this wasted ammunition, who'll get the next round?

The radio said there's a storm watch out, a storm watch out, it said
I wonder how they'll find us out in this river bed

Caught like this in a flash flood
Swept away, these roots aren't strong enough


NOT IN SO MANY WORDS (Jeff Keenan)

They had 80 dollars and the memories of their tepid years together
Which they split up as evenly as they could
They were to take turns missing the other one just as they had
taken turns with the love
when they were together all that time

Just as long as the job gets done with no duplication by anyone
Whenever he thought of her after that he just figured it must be his turn

Well, if the world needs this stuff, it needs someone to work here
He didn't see any great cause for despair, it seemed pretty obvious to him
She always had trouble with the "if" part, thinking the world owed her some kind of head start
on the satisfaction that was hers

He always thought she pulled that idea right out of the stratosphere
He long ago resigned himself to expect benign neglect, and nothing else

But of course he never said so, not in so many words

I guess that was the main thing that split them up
His resignation and her attempted cover-up
It was something she could not endure
It wasn't missing so much as just wondering what kind of new life she'd begun
If she was any closer to her cure

Some world-is-his-oyster guy should take her away to his paradise
His hopes for her were genuine cause that's what she deserved

But of course he never said so, not in so many words


HECTOR (Jeff Keenan)

(Instrumental)

I FORGET (Jeff Keenan)

I'm lost till the girl says there's a world outside, I think that it's for you
The moss gets scraped from the rotting timbers I shore myself up to start anew
Forget the things I'll be subjected to, possibilities I leave myself open to
I forget about all of the things that I'll do

When I see you standing with the light behind, washing all around, lapping over you
I forget for a couple of seconds how scared I am of loving you
Forget the things I'll be subjected to, possibilities I leave myself open to
I forget about all of the things that I'll do

I forget what time it is and what it is I'm supposed to do
I forget what matters most and what that has to do with you
Cheap theatrics and throwing shoes, heel marks on the ceiling over you
I forget about all of the things that I'll do


AIRSTREAM (Jeff Keenan)

Well, his father died in childbirth, at least it seemed that way to his mother
There'd been so many in between that he could hardly tell the one from the other
Last thing they needed was a young upstart saying how much it hurts when a dream dies hard
As if when it happened to them they weren't caught off guard

He can't put it back together, he can only get this far
The pieces he can never find come right between his brain and his heart and he knows

Maybe all that plastic furniture leaves some kind of residual effect he's
sure she said she'd never let him stick to her
Night after night he cries and cries and thinks about the ways he's been victimized
he tells all his friends that he's just out for the ride but he's a tumbleweed caught on the bumper

With their hair in curlers the ex-baton twirlers and hanging the clothes on the line
He can't be trusted, fingers still dusty, another afternoon peeking through the blinds
He looks in the mirror a couple times a year and he wonders if someday
a big enough truck could come along maybe to haul this white trash away

Just seeing plates on a car from out of state is enough to make him wonder
about the chain of events that led to this state of affairs that he's stuck under
and the kind of changes that occur to account for the differences there are
He wants to put it back together, he never dreamed it would be so hard


TWO DAYS (Jeff Keenan)

He had two days to think about it upsdie down and the car was a twisted wreck
Two days to think about just how much of the blame was going to fall on him
The tape in the tape deck over and over, he got so goddamned sick of it
But he had to listen and keep reliving the car and the sideways flip of it

He had two days to think about it
Two whole days in a row
He had two days to think about it

She had two days too cause that's how long the hotel room was paid for
Two days to think about what went wrong and what she had to wait for
All he left her was cigarette burns on the bedspread where he passed out
And two whole days to twist and turn and tear her insides out

She had two days to think about it
Two whole days of her own
She had two days to think about it
She had two days to think about all the lame excuses he'd use this time
She was thinking that when they told her why he'd been so hard to find
They let him go, she took him back, they caught the next bus home
And they had two days to think about all the things they'd learned and how they'd grown

They had two days to think about it
All the way back home
They had two days to think about it


BEAUTIFUL (Jeff Keenan)

There's a limit to this beautiful-loser thing, after that it's just a tiresome pose
What did you want? What did you expect from this?
Congratulations, I suppose
Just the sight of you crying would get to me, I never liked to see us acting that way
Now I don't know because something's frozen inside of me, and I can't or I won't feel your pain

So keep on crying . . . it's over

And your tears can't harm me like they did
And your tears don't charm me like they did
And your tears won't warm me like they did
It's just old and I've grown cold

We're past the limit of this beautiful-loser thing, and now it's just a tired excuse
You always counted on the way it would get to me and now you don't know what to do

Cause your tears . . .


MY SIX FRIENDS (Jeff Keenan)

There is no sound under the ground
And when they place me six feet down
No longer will my eardrums pound

There is no light, eternal night
And when they seal that lid up right
I'll rest my gaze on no more blight

And when my six friends come for me
I know that they'll deliver me from misery

I cannot tow that heavy load
Down in the ground, so safe and cold
My burdens will all be let go


LET'S PARTY (Jim Parks) (Not on any of the albums)

I could be a fighting man and question everything
Or I could be a loving man, but who would wear my ring?
I could be a learning man and read my learning books
Or I could be a movie star, but I don't have the looks
But life goes on and on and on
But that's OK, you're just a pawn
There ain't no right, there ain't no wrong
Ba-pa-ba-pa ba-pa-ba-pa, let's party!

I could be an evil man, building up my hoard
Discover there's no use in it and try to find the lord
Now God is good and God is great
Thank you for this food
I do what he thinks I should
When I'm in the mood
But life goes on and on and on
But that's OK, you're just a pawn
There ain't no right, there ain't no wrong
Ba-pa-ba-pa ba-pa-ba-pa, let's party!

Now who knows where I'll be tomorrow
And who knows why I'll be there?
The only thing that I am sure of is no one really cares
But life goes on and on and on
But that's OK, you're just a pawn
There ain't no right, there ain't no wrong
Ba-pa-ba-pa ba-pa-ba-pa, let's party!
Let's party
Let's party . . .

Special thanks to Terence Walsh, my brother and fellow Limbs fan, for helping me decipher some of the lyrics, and to Jim Parks for stepping in to clean up what we missed.