INTERGENERATIONAL LYRICS

Heroes

I’ve lived alone further back than I have know

Innocence, oh my heart was alone, was alone

Through the trees countless arms reached out to me

Wasn’t scared. Wasn’t free. Wasn’t proud. Wasn’t proud

Cause all of my hero’s have a way of breaking down

I got hurt when Ma left town

Hit the wall. She’ll hit the wall

You and me doused our lives in gasoline

Lit a match to set us free

Was it wrong? Was it wrong?

In the room filled with static lies and truth

Split us up. Count to ten

Now you’re gone. Now you’re gone

All of my hero’s have a way of breaking down

I got hurt when Ma left town

Hit the wall. She’ll hit the wall

But you were better off my far

It’s bitter fruit

We’ll kill ourselves if no one stopped us

In the room filled with scatterd lies and truth She cocks one back, counts to three

Hit the ground. He hit the ground.

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

And you were better off my far

That’s bitter fruit

We killed ourselves. It’s no ones fault but

In the room filled with battle lines and troops

She knocks one back, counts to three

Hits the ground. She hit the ground.

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

With Who

Woke up one morning to discover there was no one there

Walked back through my mind to remember where had I been left

You were right when you said, ‘I might run’

Up to the furthest heights to crow about new love you’d found

With who? Who? Who?

Woke up one morning to discover there was some one there

Walk back through my mind and remember climbing attic stairs

You were right when you said, ‘I might run’

Up to the furthest heights to crow about new love you’d found

With who?

Woke up one morning to discover there was no one there

Walk back through my mind to recover where had I been left

You we’re right when you said, ‘my heart runs’

Up to the furthest heights to crow about new love it’s found

With who? Who? Who?

Frankie’s Way

There’s a light up the road

If my Mother comes (come home)

I’ll be your little girl

You never had a use for

I’ve been at grandmothers

For several weeks now

I’m sure when school starts up

Your gonna leave me with some else

‘Help navigate the life boat’ I shout through hollowed hands

It’s all the things we don’t know come back to harm us again

Your gonna run away

I’m never welcome

I heard you’ll leave me with Leona Snelson

Evacuate your high hopes you shout through hollowed hands

It’s all the things we don’t know that come back to haunt us again

‘Help navigate the life boat’ I shout through hollowed hands

It’s all the things we both know come back to harm us again

Wasn’t I right to leave you

Wasn’t I right to leave you

And anyhow, I’ll just be right up the road

Wasn’t I right to leave you

Wasn’t I right to leave you

Anyhow, I’ll just be right up the road

Is it the thrill of the chase?

Is it the taste of their lust?

Mama you never did say

Who my father was

Used To Be

My grandma was a women in the lowlands

Bitter fruit was rotting in her hands again.

No, not again.

If he wouldn’t run away with her she’d end it

Pull up to the pump

Use a bullet for a period. She’d had it

With all tomorrow’s tomorrow

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One of us is too demanding

One of us is too understanding

You used to be. You used to be

You used to be .You used to be

But now your heart feels like an empire

Dead and gone

And what should I do with myself

My heart feels like a wildfire

Of hurt and scorn

What’ll I do, what will I do next

You used to be. You used to be

You used to be. You used to be

But now your heart feels like a vampire

Dead and gone

What’ll I do with myself

My heart burns like a wildfire

Of hurt and scorn

Watch what I do, watch what I do next

You used to be. You used to be

You used to be. You used to be

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My mother was a child in the low lands

With bitter fruit rotting in her hands again

No. Not again

Left Hook Beauty

Your hearts a fire safe box

You lost the key 20 years ago

You say you don’t need no one

To help get it open

I’m a champ in the ring

Can’t find no opponent

So if I throw the match

There’s no one to notice

Your past runs a fever all of the time

But they check your pulse and nothings broken

You’re heart’s just a fist

I don’t wear no clothes

I keep the lights off

But you can find my skin

By it’s glow in the dark

My past runs a fever all of the time

But they checked my pulse and nothings broken

My heart’s just a fist and she’s a left hook beauty. She’s a left hook

Running a fever. Been out of my mind

I called the doctor one last time

Pills never cured all the reasons why

No one noticed

This loves no firesafe box

I missed the high pitched warning

If the apartment floods

I can’t swim but I’ll come up swinging

With a left hook. I got a left hook

With a left hook. I got a left hook

With a left hook. I got a left hook

With a left hook. I got a left hook

I’ve Heard Things

I heard some things about you

And they ain’t good things about you

I’ve heard bad things about you

But its a long road

When there’s no path to home

If you lean into me I won’t cling onto you

We will do this the best that we can, oh

I have heard things about you

It hurts, these things about you

I heard bad things about you

But its a long road

When there’s no path to home

If you lean to me I will lean to you

We will do this the best that we can, oh

Numbers Game

So you want me to die

Then get down on your knees

Take some mud in the eye

Taste the chemical scream

Things that no body knows

Have a penchant to bleed

Starting out at the nose

Then running into the streets

Then the wind blows and it all falls to pieces

I let go, but you came for me

How the hell should I know what’s about to happen

If no one can see you nobody believes anymore

Since we’re running aground

Let’s get out of the sea

Come here ,sit in the stove

We’re enjoying the heat

Television’s a ghost

Shadowing me

Can I sit here alone

Ecumenical peace

Then the wind blows and it all falls to pieces

I let go, but you came for me

How the hell should I know what’s about to happen

If no one can see you nobody believes

Til the wind blows and it all falls to pieces

I let go, but you came for me

How the hell should I know what’s about to happen

If no one can see you nobody believes in you

No one can see you, no one will believe in you

No one can see you, nobody believes anymore

Til the wind blows and it all falls to pieces

I let go, but you came for me

How the hell should I know what’s about to happen

If no one can see you nobody believes

Til the wind blows and it all falls to pieces

I let go, but you came for me

How the hell should I know what’s about to happen

No one can see you no one will believe in you

No one can see you, nobody believes in you

No one can see you, nobody believes anymore

Critical Blues

Prolly tomorrow, gonna need new shoes

Been draggin’ my heals. Just heard terrible news

Seventeen years without a physical bruise

But now you’ve hurt me again and it’s blown us in two

Believe in something bigger than yourself

Take off the mask now

Be less selfish

Careless

Helpless

Prolly tomorrow, gonna need new shoes

Tried clicking my heals, now they’re black and blue

If I had you around, I’d ask a question or two

Did all those chickens come home to roost?

Believe in something bigger than yourself

Take up the mantel

Be less selfish

Careless

Helpless

Selfish

Careless

I’m Helpless

Prolly tomorrow, gonna need new shoes

From draggin’ my heals, I got those critical blues

Run This Town

We went down to the river

I wanted to find where someone else had felt themselves delivered

Pour the ash in the water

where answers are found to “why am I here?’ ‘How’d I end up all alone?”

Curses or bad fortune. You swallowed a round

A careless plan unraveled easily

Especially back in the ‘60s

Where women were bound to children

Men could walk away so easily

So you left us to fly like the fiddle

to sing to the ocean of the Damocles of more

If you’da loved usnmore than a little

we coulda run this town

we coulda run this town into the ground

My grandfathers whispers were never a sound I heard

Big banks to run. The open road to see

Especially back in the ’50s

While women were bound to children

Men can waltz away so easily

And you left us to fly like the fiddle

to sing to the ocean of the Damocles of more

If you’da loved us more than a little

then we coulda run this town

we coulda run this town into, into the ground

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ooohhhh

the Damocles of more

If you’da loved us more than a little

then we coulda run this town

we coulda run this town into, into the ground

Yellow Flowers

Yellow flowers at the door

Never hurt this way before

Your kindness haunts this room tonight

There’s a chill in the air we can’t deny

Don’t know where to put the past

Help me find my way back

I’ll come to terms with what I grieve

But your yellow flowers beg me not to leave

Unspoken forgiveness

We do what we can

I come to you now

Yellow flowers in my hand

Yellow flowers at the door

All I need. Nothing more.

We never know until we find

Truth revealed by love and time

Unspoken forgiveness

We do what we can

I come to you now

Yellow flowers in my hand

Unspoken forgiveness

We do what we can

I come to you now

Yellow flowers in my hand

In my hand