if Pilot

if Pilot 

If the pilot's going to daydream in the sky 

Pour me a gin and tonic four inches high 

We can drive all night In the soggy heat 

We can stomp our feet to this funky beat 

Singing Hey, Hey 

Heeeeeeeeey 

Sure I can go 

Where ever you need me to go 

One foot in front of the other baby 

How is it gonna know 

That its ohkelpahskepah yeah yeah 

I'm gonna sit my ass right here 

I'm gonna drink myself a few more beers 

I'm gonna strum these notes on this guitar 

'til my hands come up bloody and scarred 

No it ain't gonna be pretty to look at 

No it ain't gonna be pretty to look at at all 

If the pilot's going to daydream in the ssk....... 

If the driver's going to run all the red lights 

Hold onto what you can if you wanna save your life 

We can ride all night in the city streets 

We can hide our fears in philosophies 

Singing Hey, Step out of the cave. 

If the pilot's going to daydream in the sky 

Pour me a gin and tonic four inches high 

We can drive all night In the soggy heat 

We can stomp our feet to this funky beat 

Singing Hey, Hey 

HeyYeah 

Working Man’s Guitar 

Thirty years of sweat 

Stains the neck 

And that sunburst finish 

Ain't hardly left 

And it'll play the country 

And it'll play the blues 

And it'll pick you up 

When you've got nothing to lose 

It's my daddy's working man's guitar 

Now when I was a boy 

I strained my face 

Tryin' pick up daddy's 

Old P-bass case 

And he told me, "Boy, 

Music is a gift worth giving, 

But it ain't no way for a man to make a living." 

And he handed me his working man's guitar 

Now you know a boy 

Ain't supposed to listen 

To what his daddy says 

When he's on a mission 

And it'd play the rock 

And it'd play the roll 

Up and down 

Wherever I'd go 

It's my daddy's working man's guitar 

Now a guitar ain't but wood and wire 

A box with a hole it ain't got no soul 

Like a fishing pole is a stick and string 

And a baseball mitt you get out each spring 

Grandpa gave daddy what's he's giving me 

It's just something to do to be with family 

Thirty years of sweat 

Stains the neck 

And that sunburst finish 

Ain't hardly left 

Thank you daddy for this working man's guitar 

Old Joe 

Here comes the Freightliner 

Can you feel it your soul? 

Just look at the pictures shake 

Come on Buddy let's go 

10 dollars to the one of us 

Who doesn't budge from this line 

The Freightliner coming 

Keep a foot off the rail and you'll be fine 

Stealin' candy from the liquor store 

Then ride our bikes out to the lake 

Drop the loot under the oak tree 

Eat Baby Ruths until we ache 

Let's get home before Daddy does 

And hide the rest under the bed 

Not a bad day's earnings 

For a couple of boys trying to act like men. 

Masculine summers and retrofit mothers 

Are wandering 'round town with our sisters and brothers 

Spreading the seed of an old fashioned creed 

As Old Joe builds his shack 

On a stack of seaweed 

And he hands me an old brew 

From an ancient ice chest 

That tastes like ripe onions 

And a pinch of orange zest 

As my stomach turn sour 

I looked at the can 

July '84 hollered out the old man 

And I looked at Old Joe 

And I say how'd ya know 

That's what left of a six-pack that you and Bud stole 

And I said God Damn Joe! 

That was 20 years ago 

And his jigsaw teeth 

Grinned apropos 

Waypoint 

Coming or going 

Wilting or growing 

I've drawn a beat 

But the waypoint is floating 

Shrug my shoulders 

Blur my eyes 

Hide the hole in my soul 

With a skeleton disguise 

Silver halides 

Ferric oxides 

Soak up the noise 

From a Gentleman's demise 

Dig up some soil 

Plant some seeds 

Fill my belly with the breath 

That blows through the trees 

And it's all here 

In this phono album 

The midnight's clear 

It has become 

This narrative 

Should be forgotten 

The coast is clear 

It's time to run 

We might be frightened 

We might be scared 

But we face the darkness 

Completely aware 

And it's all here 

In this phono album 

The midnights clear 

It has become 

This narrative 

in denouement 

How does it end 

It's time to run 

Coming or going 

Wilting or growing 

Coming or going 

Wilting or growing 

Going Crazy 

You don't speak 

So I listen to your eyes 

But you don't blink 

My lover in disguise 

And if you're going crazy 

And if you're going crazy 

If you're going crazy 

Don't leave without me 

The deadbolt turns 

And the front door squeaks 

You put down your things 

And the Stairs they creep 

Lay down in bed without making a peep 

My heart screams out but you're already asleep 

If you're going crazy 

Don't leave without me 

I strike a match 

And you hand me the rags 

That we soaked in gas 

In a plastic bag 

We run outside and turn to the flames 

Devouring the shit that called us their slaves 

Yeah we might be crazy 

But we're walking away 

And I awoke to tell you the dream 

Of the crazy kids who threw it all away 

But you're already gone 

And I screaming from the bottom of my heart 

What, where, why and how? 

But you speak 

So I listen to your eyes 

But you don't blink 

Yy lover in disguise 

If you're going crazy 

If you're going crazy 

If you're going crazy 

It's time to leave you be 

Through You 

One Two 

One Two Three 

Well they tell me the only way out is through yeah 

Well they tell me the only way out is through yeah 

Well guess what woman, that means I'm going through you 

You wanna be alone well you just do what you gotta do 

You don't come home well you just do what you wanna do 

This steam whistle blowing and those tracks lead right through you 

Whatcha gonna do? 

Well the judge say we've got some business to do yeah 

Well the banker say we've got some business to do yeah 

Ain't gonna ask the preacher 'cause I know the good lord don't approve no 

Whatcha gonna do? 

Well they tell me the only way out is through yeah 

Well they tell me the only way out is through yeah 

With this raggedy guitar and these old harmonica blues I'll get through you 

Lost and Gone 

I didn't sleep last night 

I didn't drink last night 

I waited for the sunlight 

To see what I could find 

Well some things go missing 

That ain't worth being found 

But you gotta know the difference 

Between Lost and Gone 

I hate to lose a friend 

Even one that does me in 

But I guess love is different 

So strong it doesn't bend 

Some things get broken 

That ain't worth be bound 

Just like some things go missing 

That ain't worth being found 

Well they ripped my skin 

And they broke my bones 

And part of me missing 

But the rest keeps strumming on 

Well some things go missing 

That ain't worth being found 

But you gotta know the difference 

Between Lost and Gone 

Lost and Gone 

Lost and Gone 

Mother’s Ill Part 2 

Mother's ill but she'll be fine 

Strangle us before she dies 

Like a fever rids infection 

The heat is rising on this so-called perfection 

Mother's ill but she's turning us to soil 

Drown our cities watch our oceans boil 

We marvel at the Cambrian explosion 

Oblivious to our own human implosion 

Pyramids and New World Explorers 

Vaccines and New World Orders 

Mother's Ill but she'll fine 

After all, this is the 6th time 

At the Smith eons from now 

On a timeline stretching a mile 

A sliver shows the human kapow 

Marked with a plaque of dubious distinction 

Couldn't help themselves from their own extinction 

Couldn't help themselves from their own extinction 

Lucas Valley Road 

Lucas Valley Road 

Lucas Valley Road 

I'm trying to keep my tires on 

Lucas Valley Road 

I got weeds in my hair 

My eyes are black as coal 

I'm trying to drain the mud 

From this rusty old soul 

Got me a plan 

Says they're looking for a hand 

When we get to California 

I just got to find the man 

I've got to find this man 

I've got to find this man 

I've just got to find this man 

God Damn what a beautiful sight 

God Damn what a beautiful sight 

God Damn what a beautiful sight 

But something just don't look quite right 

God Damn what a sight 

That old flyer was right 

I've never seen such a land 

But something ain't right 

There's a line of Okies as desperate as me 

You got a problem with that? Get on back to Tennessee 

He says I don't care what that flyer say 

Because I'm the one who will tell you what you're paid 

And I'll tell you boy you're luck ain't shit 

'cause I'm gonna have to put you on the night shift 

Lucas Valley Road 

Lucas Valley Road 

I'm trying to keep my tires on 

Lucas Valley Road 

Lucas Valley Road 

Lucas Valley Road 

I'm trying to keep my tires on 

Lucas Valley Road 

God Damn what a beautiful sight 

God Damn what a beautiful sight 

God Damn what a beautiful sight 

But something just don't feel quite right 

Now it's raining like hell out here on Lucas Valley Road 

It's 4 in the morning and I'm just trying to get home. 

But it came up on me like a rattler in the weeds 

God DAMN what a beautiful light 

Now there's weeds in hair 

My eyes are  black as coal 

It's time to drain the mud from this rusty old soul 

It's hard to tell if I'm alive or dead, but I won't be going to Lucas Valley Again 

Lucas Valley Road 

Lucas Valley Road 

I'm trying to keep my tires on 

Lucas Valley Road 

Lucas Valley Road 

Lucas Valley Road 

I'm trying to keep my tires on 

Lucas Valley Road 

God Damn what a beautiful sight 

God Damn what a beautiful sight 

God Damn what a beautiful sight 

But something just don't sound quite right 

In the Shadows 

We don't walk in the shadows alone 

Take my hand darling we're almost home 

We don't walk in the shadows alone 

Take my hand darling we're almost home 

Robot Dream 

Get me out of this robot dream 

plug it in and make it scream 

Four dollar bills 

And I need one more 

I could use a little pension purpose 

We'll treat you well if you let us 

Own you 

Tin foil on the rabbit ears 

Uplink to mother machina 

Download the bits to this song 

So I can own you 

So you can own me 

Of course, how would I know 

I'm just a processor on the node 

In this Kurzweilian fairytale world 

Because the robots got the code 

To interpreting my soul 

Bop Ba da da da da da 

Bop Ba da da da 

Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da 

I disconnected and I drop from the grid 

I fell down and vultures ate my skin 

But she medicated me in time 

To be virus free thank god I'm free 

My destiny ain't manifest 

It's bought and sold with all the rest 

In this intergalactic pyramid scheme 

Like Ian Makay and Mr. Brett 

I'm all amped up to sing my best 

Conscientious melodical theme 

Oh but this is self-referential 

What would Baudrillard have to say 

Well, he ain't here 

So get me out of this robot dream 

And take the tin foil off the antenna 

In fact just through the whole fucking thing out 

Photos 

I threw out all of our photos 

Except this one 

Holding hands 

Away from the camera 

Into the abyss on our wedding day 

I threw out all of our photos 

Except this one 

Holding hands 

Away from the camera 

Into the abyss on our wedding day 

I don't want you anymore 

But I don't want to forget me