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So, what exactly does it say?

What are you doing here? It’s our parade! Yeah we built it all up just for us, and you may join us if you like but you best leave the rest behind. We got a lot of work and not much trust toward the gospel of the rising sun. You see, we believe tomorrow comes and you may breath your life away a-preaching opportunity or you can come and drink the blood with us. They ask, “so what exactly does it say?” It says, “we all run a naked race where we look silly, we look strange, but we mostly look the same - horses fleeing from wide open gates.” So do you think you have what it takes? It shouldn’t matter what outsiders think. Just like when Adam said to Eve, “No darlin’ we don’t have to leave. Are not the gods already mad with me?” Most of that was just to say we don’t take you too serious and hope you feel the same way about us because we got a little hymn we like to sing instead of drinking all the poison of Romeo all at once. It goes like, “I might not see you again, no I might not see you again, but I’d like to see you again.” What are you doing here? It’s our parade! Yeah, we got 700 souls and plus. We got acrobats, magicians, and a woman walking tightrope with a party at the end of the road and you may join us if you like but you best leave the rest behind. We got a spot left in the choir and they’re singing to sky you hear it echo from the back of the line. It goes like, “I might not see you again, no I might not see you again, but I’d like to see you again.” And, “We can’t see but we pray for pretty eyes, yeah, we pray for pretty eyes. And when I die, hope we’ve already arrived, hope we’ve already arrived.” What are you doing here? It’s our parade! Yeah we built it all up just for us and you may join us if you like but you best leave the rest behind We got a lot of work and not much trust toward the gospel of the Rocket Sun. You see, we believe tomorrow comes. Just like when Adam heard from Eve, “I’ll keep an apple up my sleeve, we’ll plant an Eden and you’ll wake with me.”

Some Mountaintop

Oh, I’m just great! Been waiting for hours that turned into days. Made me ancient, you recovered, and now the light’s in your eyes! So I’ll meet you for dinner on some mountaintop. Just don’t let me stop. I’ve picked a direction and you’ve seemed to too, 'cause blues is the sky and your heart’s colored too! So I’ll meet you for dinner on some mountaintop. This city’s a picture of forgotten scripture with prayers in their place. I might need a god but I don’t need her face. I don’t need her face anymore… So come find my door, we’ll make us a present of laughter and cream, a room made for two with a place set for three, and I’ll meet your for dinner on some mountaintop.

Galaxies!

It’s been a long tiresome year. Left a lover, lost a father, kicked a friend. Yeah, I couldn’t make the rent and I was sure that I was headed for my end, headed for my end… That all changed upon the 4th of July. I saw something fly behind the fireworks, and I thought I must be crazy, must be blessed beneath the swirling universe. Swirling universe… So I followed it out of the county and I parked beside the dried-up riverbed and from a crater in the Earth there came a light that was a color I never thought could exist. One came forward and told me her story about black holes and nebulas and life, and how she’d fled a dying star to find a land In which her people could survive. People could survive… So I testify I’ve seen a sighting - yes, I have met people from the stars. They may be from Venus or Mercury or Heaven or a far away empire. Since then I hear voices at night And beautiful music in the day and I feel beneath my ribcage that I have to be close and that galaxies will never be far away. She said, “They came upon us in a storm. They used a chemical to turn our days to night. They pulled out their wicked bagpipes and played their evil music… though I’m not sure that translates right. So we ran away into the underground. We were peaceful so our emerald cities fell, but we found your Earth, a safe haven. We return now to save them, for our enemies can’t breath your oxygen! To tell them, “I testify I’ve seen a sighting - yes, I have met people from the stars. They may be from Venus or Mercury or Heaven or a far away empire. Since then I hear voices at night and beautiful music in the day and I feel beneath my ribcage that I have to be close and that galaxies will never be far away.”

Leviathans Get Lonely

Remember when I lost that bet That in a year things would make sense? Let’s go downtown and fight the government. If it doesn’t last, it doesn’t mean It doesn’t mean the world to me, We’ll make some enemies and make some friends. Because we’re young and we’re broke, I like to sing you like to smoke And don’t expect no one to understand it. But my heart’s a bit preoccupied With looks you get from other guys, Reminds me to keep yellin’ from that heart!

Singin’ don’t let me down babe ‘cause this could be our time and if it isn’t hell, well gal you look just fine, And I could go away But won’t get very far. There’s somethin’ ‘bout the antidote of someone at your side So I won’t let you down babe.

Remember when we camped out underneath The stars we couldn’t see Because the streetlights got too greedy. Police sent out the cavalry Like they set all the horses free, You named the big one Archimedes. ‘Cause we’ll be old an in debt So we’ll take all that we can get. They got a nickel each time I hear a heartbeat. But my heart’s a bit preoccupied With looks you get from other guys Reminds me to keep yellin’ from that heart!

We woke up in hegemony Where I could not do much, But even leviathans get lonely So we’re winning’s long’s we touch And I’m as sure as a scandal, As sure as a serious thing, As sure as change, I won’t let you down babe

As sure as a scandal As sure as a serious thing As sure as a scandal As sure as a serious thing As sure as change I won’t let you down babe

Back O’er Oregon

Let me go back over Oregon, that little scar is nothin’ in the arms of all the things have yet to come. I’d like to call it no big deal, but we both know I’d be lying. I can never come back if I don’t go. That plan may have been a waste, but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t nice. Sometimes you use a sweet lie to get by. Though it’s done me well this place, where there’s a mountain there’s a sky, there’s too much left between to ease my mind. From where we got flowers by the fifth, where we learned back-handed love, where if you come off clever enough you don’t have to cover anything up. And this city’s done me strange, though I’m’s courageous as I came. Well that courage sure is honest but can feel like such a fickle thing. Let me go back over Oregon. That little scar is nothin’ in the arms of all the things have yet to come. I’d like to call it no big deal, but we both know I’d be lying. I can never come back if I don’t go. Now explain to me this affinity for naming all those settlements for things that crop up colorful In spite of all the clouds Like you know what’s there, but don’t look down, there’s a perfect place that’s not quite now, and Jesus has a lot of love but the good book might not let you out. Let me go back over Oregon. That little scar is nothin’ in the arms of all the things have yet to come. I’d like to call it no big deal, but we both know I’d be lying. I can never come back if I don’t go. And that plan may have been a waste, but we’ll make it up some time - I’ll find you when we’ve grown apart enough, Where there’s a candle there’s a light, a shadow dances right behind, saying, “Come to me son, let me test your luck.” From where we got flowers by the fifth, where we learned back-handed love, where if you come off clever enough you don’t have to cover anything up. And this city’s done me strange though I’m’s courageous as I came. Well that courage sure is honest but can feel like such a fickle thing. And explain to me this affinity for naming all those settlements for things that crop up colorful In spite of all the clouds. From the Roses City of my birth, to the golden man stands in a cherry town, to a road-stop named for mountains and for women and their family ties and flowers by the fifth. In spite of all the clouds

SuperFolk

Oh we were born in a cottonwood patch with nothing but stars in our way. Uncurled un-shodden and lucky I lay.

Darlin’ could drift me away. We left us our suburb for countryside life - my lover, our mountains, and I. We heard it was foolish to idealize, but somethin’ was itching to try.

Oh, we were made from the shortening days, the food that we bought to be well. The bread and the apples, the wheat and the seeds. Darlin’ could drift away me.

Little Surrender

Take my jacket It’s the latest in fashion. There’s a place that we can dance downtown. There’s a place that we can dance downtown. Where the lights are all out and hearts come unwound and I don’t know how long we’ll take. Don’t know how long we’ll be awake. So meet me halfway between the floor and the big stage. There’s a lot of things I’d like to get done. See, I’m descended from a dead man’s son and they say I look a lot like him, but could be hard to be sure. Though I don’t know how long I’ll take. Don’t know how long we’ll be awake.

So take me away. Won’t ever come down, and I’ll be yours tomorrow. My little surrender. Somewhere along the line you become a light bulb where skin can singe and leave shadows. My little surrender.

Well this part, it isn’t written yet, but should be here awfully soon. And there’s a lot of things you can do to impress. And I dreamed a woman in a green, green dress. You might look a lot like her, but could be hard to be sure. Though I don’t know how long you’ll take. Don’t know how long we’ll be awake

Act I – Skeleton Jack

I was walking along on one of those walks you take in the middle of the night. When you feel a little bit out of place and you’d like to get out of sight, but who should stand up in my way but a man with nothing left but bone – and that’s no metaphor, I don’t exaggerate - he said, “I’m Skeleton Jack and these roads are my home.”

Oh rattle my bones. Rattle my bones, the name’s Skeleton Jack.

Well, on his skull he wore a crooked, cracked crown to go with a similar smile. And whenever he talked he did a clattering jig, but despite being dead, Jack had style. He said, “I stole this crown from the Devil, but it stole my soul from me, and now each night I walk these roads one by one, telling passing travelers my story.”

Well rattle my bones. Here comes the story of Skeleton Jack.

“Oh, when I stole that golden egg from heaven, I thought I’d be fair and steal from hell as well, so I opened that old beanstalk and climbed right in, and went down through the roots seekin’ some sin, and at the end of the deepest of the thirteen roots I found where the seventh circle begins and around the other side of that fiery bend I saw the devil’s palace off in the distance.”

Oh rattle my bones. You can dance with the devil just don’t you dance too close. And “rattle my bones,” said Skeleton Jack. "You can dance with the Devil just might be tough to get back."

“Well the demons were easy to trick my way past, but I couldn’t say as much for the Prince of Pain’s palace, though as these things go I made my way up to the tallest of the three of the towers of below. And I saw Mr. Lucifer sitting on his throne bent crooked over a silver guitar that he was playing in place of a golden violin that he gambled away way-back-when. And the next thing I saw twinkled my eyes and made the good lord cry, that golden circle sitting on Satan’s head, that crown, the Devil’s crown, it had to be mine.”

Oh rattle my bones. You can dance with the devil just don’t you dance too close. And “rattle my bones,” said Skeleton Jack. "You can dance with the Devil just might be tough to get back."

“As I ran away I heard the Devil roar. It rumbled the ground and shook the Earth’s floor, but by the time he’d realized I’d stolen his crown I was far, far away from the Devil’s town. But there was one little thing that I didn’t know was the curse that was put on my soul. You see the minute I touched that red gold to my head, well I could never die even after I was dead!”

Oh rattle my bones. You can dance with the devil just don’t you dance too close. And “rattle my bones,” said Skeleton Jack. You can dance with the Devil just might be tough to get back.

Well there was a long silence after Jack’s story’s end, then I said, “Jack, I won’t even pretend to be able to do something even close to what you’ve done.” I said, “Jack you’re more clever than the Devil’s own son.” He said, “Boy, your words are to fine.” I said, “Jack don’t be modest, you’re one of a kind, and I know it was long ago but we won’t get another chance - so Jack will you dance with me a victory dance!”

So we danced and we shook and we sang and we rolled, and I’ll tell you, that night it never got old, but all along I was waiting for Jack to put his guard down. Then I knocked off, I knocked off Jack’s crown! And he looked horror stricken as the crown flew away and the bones crumbled down to the ground there to stay, and the crown hit the floor with a thundering crack, and then I put it on and said, “I’m the new Jack!”

God wants gratitude, Satan wants souls, Man wants material, and the dead are just bones.

Act II - Chorus

Don’t go stealing from the Devil. You know it’s not the right way. It shouldn’t be a sin but it probably is anyway. ‘Cause if you go stealing from the Devil the Devil might just make friends and if you make an enemy then he’ll become one of them and when he dies and tries to get to heaven the Devil’s gonna grab him in the leg and throw him back to Earth so he can hunt you back down again and Jesus he is really nice and patient, don’t think he hates the Devil at all, the biggest difference is Jesus don’t need no one to make him fall. So don’t go stealing from the Devil. You know it’s not the right way. It’s shouldn’t be a sin but it probably is anyway.

Act III – Alexei Mikhail

Little Jackie Walker got a little liquored up, had a little too much, got a little bit rough, and he sputtered and shouted, “I’m not going home tonight!” He turned out to be right because it became a fight and that evening Mr. Walker, well he took my life, and the last thing I remember was a knife and flashing teeth.

Then I woke up somewhere in the Soviet Block with a Simonov rifle at my side, a bullet in my shoulder, and I somehow knew Yugoslavi. Because the military medic said you should be dead in a particular Southeastern-Croatian dialect and I replied in a Georgian-American accent, “You’re telling me.”

So here I was now at enemy lines of a second Great War long after I had died, for I had been brought back to life in another man’s body. But in the back of my mind I remembered old Jack and I swore to myself that I’d get him back if this wasn’t Hell and if no one got to him before me.

Little Jackie Walker got a little liquored up, had a little too much, got a little bit rough, and he sputtered and shouted, “I’m not going home tonight!” He turned out to be right because it became a fight and that evening Mr. Walker, well he took my life, and the last thing I remember was a knife and flashing teeth.

Well... yes, the Germans were sharp, yes the Germans were mean but I made myself a full recovery, and I fought for the motherland and sent telegrams for the Partisan Army. And under the name of Alexei Mikhail, the Russians they took me because I’d done well and trained me in the art of Espionage as their employee. And at the war’s end they sent me home again to the US to steal our technology, but I took a car down to Georgia instead to collect my apology.

Little Jackie Walker got a little liquored up, had a little too much, got a little bit rough, and he sputtered and shouted, “I’m not going home tonight!” He turned out to be right because it became a fight and that evening Mr. Walker, well he took my life, and the last thing I remember was a knife and flashing teeth.

And I’m not gonna let this one go. No I’m not gonna let this on go. No I’m not gonna let, gonna let, gonna let this one go. And I’m not gonna let this one go. No I’m not gonna let this on go. No I’m not gonna let, gonna let, gonna let this one go.

Puppet

Can I be your puppet on a string? Can I hang suspended wondering what stings? When I find out I will fight and I will climb until I swing from the vines - your puppet on a string.

And can I be your candle out at night? Can I throw away the shadows with my might? When you have to blow me out remain an imprint on your eyes - your candle out at night.

Could I love you like, love you like, love you like that

Could you be my puppet on a string? Could you teach me how to dance and how to spin? And show me how to lead you when I don't know how to lead you - my puppet on a string.

And could you be my candle out at night? Can I watch you burning close and burning bright? To remind me that touching can still be done at a distance, like your finger tied to a string tied to me.

And when a wall it comes a-falling down, or when a door unlocks to let you out, can I be the strange unknown, the calmness that it sows you feel in the very cool up through the ground.

And when all, when all the lights go out could you be my summer blown in storm - at once far away and close and standing follicles on end, tender and adrenaline and warm. Tender and adrenaline and warm

Oh could you love me like, love me like, love me like that

Oh could you love you like, love me like, love you like, love me like, love you like, love me like, love you like that? Oh, love you like, love me like, love you like, love me like, love you like, love me like, love you like that.

And can I be your puppet on a string?

With Love From Lisbon

My heart it went a-rollin’ just as soon’s it got the chance and based on all the postcards I don’t think it’s coming back. It says, “Drink it in and drink it deep, I’ll see you on the rise. I’m in Lisbon now but it’s time I gave someone else a try.”

Like a bad excuse for leaving places early and alone When we got a lot of bodies here as warm as warm can go, well my head it ran the other way from where my heart had flown

Singin', “I know, I know, I know…”

Over All the Land

Have you seen the desert much? It’s as dry as all these eyes and as warm as all these tempers save their crying for the night. Yeah it whistles on its wind waiting on its sun to rise just like all the hootin’ owls couldn’t sleep for lullabies. Sing "awake" when I arrive. Find me when I’ve done some time, when I’ve paid it all off babe. When I’ve paid it all off. ‘Cause this comedy’s not new, else-wise how it would be true? And I’ve got some wood to cut left into words that end with you

Like this city is alright, oh this city is just grand when I’m standing up above it looking over all the land.

Have you seen the desert much it’s as big as all can be and it kind of keeps you walkin’ for the mountain’s bigger feet. Yeah, it sort of looks the same, if in slightly different ways from the canyons to the highlands under heating, chirping days. Where wide is the circle and wide is the soul, where long is the skyline and stories it holds. Where when the clouds to come, though few and far between, well the rain is just a rhythm come to beat the dirt to clean.

But this city is alright, oh this city is just grand, when I’m standing up above it looking over all the land.

I could make somebody new. I could take a job or two and I’ll list my life away in the name of some revenue. Say, “Hello, how you do? What’s this land you’ve come here to? What quiet corners brought us here?What shadows kept us cool?

But this city is alright, oh this city is just grand when I’m standing up above it looking over all the land.