Ain't joking this time Lyrics

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Contents

What's On Your Mind?
Free
The Potter in his Painted Bus
Ain't Joking This Time
Let Myself Go
The Wild Cherry
Too Hot To Sleep
In Her Eyes
Mean Old Hooded Crow

 

What's on your mind

Why don't you tell me, what's on your mind?
Why don't you tell me, what's on your mind?
Whatever your story, can't be stranger than mine

I'm going nowhere, special today
I'm going nowhere, special today
Sit here a while, I'll listen what you say

Why don't you tell me, what's on your mind?
Why don't you tell me, what's on your mind?
Wherever your head's at, can't be more messed than mine

Got no magic to take your troubles away
Got no magic to take your troubles away
But yesterdays gone now, tomorrows a new day

Why don't you tell me, what's on your mind?
Why don't you tell me, what's on your mind?
Whatever your worries, can't be no worse than mine

Lord knows we've all been there
Brothers and sisters we've all been there
So grab a second glass, bring that bottle over here

Why don't you tell me, what's on your mind?
Why don't you tell me, what's on your mind?
Whatever your story, can't be stranger than mine

 

Free

I'm free, got so much time
Watch TV, the channel choice is mine
Go barefoot, room to room I roam
Feels like I'm wearing boots full of stones

So I sing to myself as I pace the floor
Search for the right words, better chords
But I'm like a dog howlin' at the door
It's so quiet, but there's no peace any more

Got a king-size bed, but I get no rest
I tell myself it's for the best
Now I've got this place to call my own
Guess I'm not used to spending nights alone

There's too much space up on the shelf
The room rattles as I yell at myself
Watch rain shadows dance up the walls
Listen for the phone, dread any call

Got a king-size bed, but I get no rest
I tell myself it's for the best
Now I've got this place to call my own
Been thinking 'bout building me a clone

I can see who I want, wear what I like
Have reckless adventures, ride a motorbike
But I never dreamed I'd crash like this
Now all he things I hated, are the ones I miss

Got a king-size bed, but I get no rest
I tell myself it's for the best
Now I've got this place to call my own
It's the strangest placee I've ever known

 

The Potter in his Painted Bus

The potter in his painted bus passes by with little fuss, looking for a place to go
Some haven off the beaten track, with wild clay, where streams run clear and slow
Parks his bus behind the trees, sets up camp and digs a fire pit
Gathers fallen branches, shapes his clay, and in the shadows sits

The shapes and the patterns go back 5000 years
He looks into the fire, waits for colours to appear
Sees faces in the flames, whisper tribal names
He prays they can all rest a while here

Wherever he hides, they spy his coat of coloured beads
Cry "This ain't a safe place for a new age Apache.
Don't wanna have to do you harm, but you took wood from Jonah's farm,
Best you pack that teepee boy and leave
"

"Take your green and your gold, all the colours of the soul
The blues of burning bone, them boiled-salt flesh tones
Reds of rust and blood, yellow of dried mud
Take the black of cindered wood - by dawn's end be gone for good!"

The potter in his painted bus travels down another road
Finds a place so far out, how he got there he hardly knows
Drives through tangled trees lost up in forgotten hills
To a clearing's sudden light, where new leaves hang still

He slept that night not knowing he was in a viper's nest
He'd met bad men before, but these were much wose than the rest
Five brothers who crept up under cover of the dark
Beat him where he lay, trashed his bus, smashed every vase

All the green and gold, all the colours of the soul
The blues of burning bone, them boiled-salt flesh tones
Reds of blood and rust, yellow of dried mud
The black of cindered wood - warned "By dawn be gone for good"!

He wakes and wipes away the blood, wanders dazed through the mess they've left
Feels no hate nor fear, just cracked and hollow emptiness
They spared nothing save a few pots hidden in the fire pit
He re-lights the embers, in shadows quietly sits

The shapes and the patterns go back 5000 years
He looks into the fire, waits for colours to appear
Sees faces in the flames, whisper tribal names
And prays they can all rest a while here

The youngest brother sees smoke spiral up the rising sun
He vows to finish off what the others have begun
Grabs a twelve bore and a shovel, through the trees he slips
But flaming arms reach from the fire drag him into the pit

And he turns green and gold, all the colours of the soul
The blues of burning bone, them boiled-salt flesh tones
Reds of blood and rust, yellow of dried mud
Turns the black of cindered wood - by dawn's end he's gone for good!

 

Ain't joking this time

Sometimes a glimpse of the sea is all you need
When you're going through those ups and downs, losing speed
Didn't know we was racing. Who is in the lead?
Is it too early to pull over and concede?

Sometimes one smile can chase your blues away
And one harsh word can wreck your day
You lay awake all night - should I go, should I stay?
It don't take much to sway me either way

I see all those people travellin' up the line
With their heads down - might as well be blind
But if I stay another minute, swear I'll lose my mind
I'm gonna buy a one way ticket. I ain't joking this time

Sometimes a glimpse of the sea ain't quite enough
To get you through when the going gets tough
Never asked to be included in this push and shove
So I'll show myself out and wish you luck

I'll go down to the harbour, jump on a boat
Don't care about storm warnings! I live in hope
And if I'm thrown overboard, I pray I'll float
Wherever I wash up, I guess I'll cope

I see all those people travellin' up the line
With their heads down - might as well be blind
But if I stay another minute, swear I'll lose my mind
I'm gonna buy a one way ticket. I ain't joking this time

 

Let myself go

My nerves are frayed, shredded meat
This morning (again) I pressed delete
On all my memories, all I know
Hit the button and let myself go

Ooo I let myself go, I let myself go
Ooo I let myself go, I let myself go

I need to fall to feel free
Ask not who are you? only who was he?
Keep changin' my name, the reason's so
They never find out why I let myself go

Ooo I let myself go, I let myself go
Ooo I let myself go, I let myself go

Was only a kid when I lost my grip
Left grasping a handful of broken bits
Now I'm stuck together, weathered by time
But it's hard to hide all them jagged lines

That shooow I let myself go, I let myself go
That shooow I let myself go, I let myself go

So I cover the cracks, blot the stains
Torniquet the poison flow
Cover my tracks to numb the shame
Never quite stay for the afterglow

Ooo I let myself go, I let myself go
Ooo I let myself go, I let myself go


The Wild Cherry

The cherry by the old wall to heaven raised its limbs
Where the stream spilled over, fed freely by a spring
She threw wide her windows, heard birds in blossom sing
Each dawn the wild stems rose up to join in with their hymn

Over the wall he smiled at the sad-young widow
Stole in one early dawn, with tools his love to show
Woken by blades biting wood, saw her oasis gone
Blossom and branches on the ground, she cried "What have you done?"

"Where are all the songbirds?
Where's my sweet rambling rose?
Leave me alone you savage,
And let my garden grow
All is not controlled by man
Love can't be made nor forced
It is but a wild stream
That follows its own course!"

He wiped away the mud and sweat and dragged her by the hand
"It took all my heart - in the dark - to execute this plan!"
"Oh you blind fool. Through my heart you've driven your hewn stake.
You thought you'd tame the wild green chains that tighly bound my gate?"

"See I've dammed the flood," he said, "and straightened out the flow"
"Love can't be plucked and pruned," she cried, "nor planted in neat rows.
I'll feed the thorns with my blood, water them with my tears.
You've left love's bud in tatters, unflattered by your shears!

So take you devil's fork, your dirty shovel and filthy rake
Wait 'til my garden's born again - however long that takes!
I'll move the stones piled by the stream, and tear up you flower beds
If you dream you'll ever see me again, pray that cherry tree's not dead!"

"Where are all the songbirds?
Where's my sweet rambling rose?
Leave me alone you savage,
And let my garden grow
All is not controlled by man
Love can't be made nor forced
It is but a wild stream
That follows its own course!"

 

Too hot to sleep

You tore the top of my head off, when you blew my mind
Im gonna buy a hat in the morning, wear it most of the time
I hear a train in the darkness, carrying me away
Parts of my mind have gone so far, its already another day there

It's too hot to sleep now
I don't care how I compare or what secrets you keep
Lying there you make the devil stare and all the angels weep
Youre wearing nothing but an innocent air and its too hot to sleep

Open up the window it's like a furnace in here
And the way you make me feel I want the whole world to hear
The sheets are wet with your sweet sweat its sticking to my skin
So lets roll onto that cool floor and start all over again

It's too hot to sleep now
I don't care how I compare or what secrets you keep
Lying there you make the devil stare and all the angels weep
With your long dark hair and your laissez faire and its too hot to sleep

Feel like I'm in heaven doing things that send you to hell
You're nearly 47, but you move like a teenage girl
In the dawn's half dreaming I hear the ringing of bells
But we can't go to church in the morning, the righteous our sin can smell

It's too hot to sleep now
I don't care how I compare or what secrets you keep
Lying there you make the devil stare and all the angels weep
You're wearing nothing but 'Terre de Lumiere' and its too hot to sleep

 

In Her Eyes

She was like a bird that kept on falling from the sky
Wherever in this world she tried to fly
Back then, her wings seemed pretty broken
But just lately something has awoken in her eyes

In her eyes
In her eyes
In her eyes I see a look
A look that took her by surprise

She told me all the ideas in the world had been used up
And her wings were flattened by the wingshield of a truck
And she had run out of places to hide
And shadows fell like bars across her eyes

She keept all her sorrow by her bed in a heap
Then a switch flipped in her head one night she smiled in her sleep
Was it something someone said? Some small reason she had found?
In her dreams that made her fly so high above all that old ground?

In her eyes
In her eyes
I see that bird
I watch it fly

In your eyes, let it fly
Set it free, let it fly
So I can see, in your eyes
How high that bird can fly

 

Mean old hooded crow

I'm like that mean old hooded crow sitting in the old oak tree
I'm like that mean old hooded crow sitting in the old oak tree
I've got nothing but those rich folks are way beneath me

I'm like the mean old hooded crow sitting on the church spire
I'm like the mean old hooded crow sitting on the church spire
Closer to God than those preachers spouting 'bout hell fire

I'm like the mean old hooded crow flying through the city at night
I'm like the mean old hooded crow flying through the city at night
The guard dogs howl but I'm already our of sight

I'm like the mean old hooded crow watching the world pass by
I'm like the mean old hooded crow watching the world pass by
You can hurl a rock at me and I won't even bat an eye

I'm like the mean old hooded crow, that mean old hooded crow
I'm like the mean old hooded crow, that mean old hooded crow
My head is black but my heart is white as snow