Rebel, Sweetheart
Album - 24 maggio 2005 - Debaser id 226580

Permission now to let this thing land
I'm too far gone to know where I am
Conditions are worse than we planned
Permission now to let this thing land

Heading straight into the blackness
Beyond the point of ever turning back
Slipping off the radar through a hole in space
Goes the passenger sitting backwards

Adam took the apple, I was not involved
I'm not responsible for how lost we are
Batten down the hatches, extinction calls
But Adam took the apple, I was not involved

Heading straight into the blackness
Way beyond the point of ever turning back
Slipping off the radar through a hole in space
Goes the passenger sitting backwards

Maybe a rumble
Maybe nothing more
Maybe a thunder
There before she blows
Maybe not a big bang
But just a little white noise

Into the furnace of red twilight
Threading like a needles through searchlights
Fading further and spinning right
Into the furnace of red twilight

Heading straight into the blackness
Too far gone, now there's no turning back
Slipping off the radar through a hole in space

Tomorrow is gonna make you cry
It's gonna make you kneel
Before it breaks you from inside
Still pressing on
Arm over arm
Still trying to get both feet back on to the ground
They are harvesting these fields in autumn
We're different now than when we started

I am ready to wake up
There in the exodus
On the beautiful side of somewhere, baby

There on the pavement, underneath the yellow moon
I think of you and just how easily we bruise
A folded address in my pocket, I have stopped
Trying to believe for you that the bottom didn't drop
I am on the platform, covered with dust
I pray they take the both of us, and

I am ready to wake up
There in the exodus
On the beautiful side of somewhere, baby

And I am ready to come down
And see us both somehow
On the beautiful side of somewhere, someday

Somewhere, someday

I am lighting matches for the rescue
Some are candles, some are fuses
Acting on my best behavior
Switching over every breaker

As we're plowing through these laws of nature
Disregarding every acre
I'm lying in my Sunday best
Assuming this was not a test, and

I am ready to wake up
There in the exodus
On the beautiful side of somewhere, baby

And I am ready to come down
And see us both somehow
On the beautiful side of somewhere, someday

Somewhere, someday

Beautiful side of somewhere.

Here comes your drunken marionette
Dragging his mess of threads
There at the bar pulling smoke to his lungs
He says who will ignore me when you're gone?

Now come on lift me up
I wanna dance by your tin cup
Tower of beauty with a split in your tongue
Who will ignore me when you're gone?
He says who will ignore me when you're gone?

Here he cooooooomes
Here he cooooooomes
Be still the wooden heart
That wouldn't ever part
With the drunken marionette

Been mainlining bad thoughts
Been drinking things I wish I'd not
Intoxicated with sad songs
Who will forgive you when I'm gone?

They sing auld lang syne
I've got mutiny on my mind
A guilty conscience means at least you've got one
Who will forgive you when I'm gone?
He says who will forgive you when I'm gone?

Here he comes
Here he comes
Be still the wooden heart
Who wouldn't ever part
Waiting on a spark
That hasn't happened yet
For the drunken marionette

Carry on
Turn the lights on when you go
In the hours left
I hope you feel the things that i know I won't

What you give is what you get
I get so worried bout your debts
Who carries evil out evil will come
Who will defend you when I'm gone?
He says who will defend you when I'm gone?

Here he comes
Here he comes
Be still the wooden heart
Wouldn't ever part
Waiting on a spark
That hasn't happened yet

Here he comes
Here he comes
Be still the wooden heart
That wouldn't ever part
Waiting on a spark
That hasn't happened yet

Quarter Moon,
On a city growing thick
With good advice that won't stick.
From the ballrooms to the suburbs,
abandoned mines
Atlantis may be rising but
We're all out of time.

The colored lights
On the fire escape,
And bodies move behind drapes,
And the light isn't even
And we're safer in pairs.
We're no match, for what is waiting
For each of us out there.

Whistle baby, while we walk.
Don't say anything, do not talk.
The journey is over, it is time to exhale.
Wherever we were going, we're already there.

So over the turnstyles,
Through the guard rails
And into Washington Square.
'Cause no amount of nightmares,
Will ever compare
To the thought of only silence
In this ghost-filled air.

Whistle baby, while we walk.
Don't say anything, do not talk.
The journey is over, it's too late to prepare.
Why can't you see that baby, we're already there.

Here comes your silhouette,
More pillow talk.
Here comes the ticking of these clocks.
They say the quickest way to end
A war is just to lose.
Another chamber locks
And I already withdrew.

Here comes the booming,
In the hunger of each night.
Here comes the burden of might.
Now this day was not divinely
Made to leave you impressed.
We may become someone someday
But we haven't yet.

Whistle baby, while we walk.
Don't say anything, do not talk.
The journey is over, it is time to repair.
Whatever we were building..... baby
We're Already There.

We're Already There.
We're Already There.

Feels like a ghost here in this room
Not the kind that rides a saddle in a costume
All around me, all around you
In from the window for a drag of your perfume

Let's move back to California
Let's make a promise, baby
Let's both be there
Put our feet deep in sand
This garden's only got four corners
Back to your trenches, back to California

The days keep coming and the years overlap
Been crawling all over each other like wet cats
I hear the rebels yelling out in the dunes
And I don't think it's half as funny as I used to

Let's move back to California
Let's make a promise, baby
Let's both be there
Put our feet deep in the sand
Let's leave behind these maps and handguns
We're on our way back to California

We've got California in our eyes
Come on and catch us if you can
With California in our eyes

Passing down through a valley full of lost sheep
Straight is the gate, narrow is the walkway
Mercury rising and poppies in bloom
This is the kind of thing that I can get used to

Let's move back to California
Let's make a promise, baby
Let's both be there
Put our feet deep in the sand
There's still no shortage in creating bad blood
We're on our way back to California

We've got California in our eyes
Come on and catch us if you can
With California in our eyes
Fast as we can
Back to California
Come on and catch us if you can
Back to California
Fast as we can
Back to California

I'm here by my window
I am waiting for your parade
I will salute you
From above the crowd
As you make your way
You won the battle
You've won the war
I admit it now
I could not give any more
My condition is your reward
I am a building
Here without doors

The altitude is now
Getting to me
As they applaud you
On the boulevard
The whole valley looks like
Someone's body
And all the people look like
Little scars
This day is taking
Forever
I will never say
Never say never again
The flesh around me
is only pretend
Return to sender
Every letter
That is yours
I am sure
That I am a building
Here without doors

Fire blazing
On the overpass
Cattle grazing
In fields of dead grass
Last summer was earthquake weather
By November
This too should have passed
I am not moving
I am landlocked
I am looking through
A thousand windows spread across
A thousand floors
There in a landfill
Where Eden was before
But not anymore
I am a building
Here without doors

Did you see me waving to you from above
Things are looking clear now
My eyes are wide enough to see the way a sniper does
Behind the barrel of a good gun

For worse or better
I surrender
It may not matter
But I'm sadder than you'll ever know
I am your inferno
Here all in yellow
With embers blowing north
No sense in returning
I'm not worried anymore
I am a building
That is here without doors

I am a building
That is here without doors

Last night I dreamt one thousand lies
I could see the dawn through a different set of eyes
There in my slumber passing time
Long live the world resting on its side

I walked the orchard with you
Your hand in mine
In the evergreens drinking wine
I saw the snow fall in black and white
From the auburn sky
Last night I lived more than one thousand lives
Not one of them survived

Up through the earth at dawn I came
I crossed the kingdom through venom pouring rain
When the vacuum of my own brigade
Resurrected to make you mine again

Orpheus looked back once
She sailed the underworld
No second chances will be earned
I have returned as a phantom now
To walk the bow and stern
Last night I lived more than one thousand lives
Not one of them survived

If we could do better I know that we would
Maybe admit it now, we're not that good
We keep the needle between zero and one
You play your fiddle, baby, I'll play dumb

Into the pastures of our minds
Goes my nearly beloved and I
Blazing two parallel white lines
Through this broken heart spilt open wide

Time may be on my side
But it's mostly far behind
I was the apple of your eye
Now I'm the boy spinning on a wheel there
Stuck with knives
Last night I lived more than one thousand lives
Not one of them survived