All I can hear is wind shouting though the forest
All I can hear is the sun as it’s shining
I wish I was home but I’m lost
They say she’s waiting by the Natchez Trace
In all the silver thread and cold black lace
When she put you in your resting place
Would you take my gold or leave my soul unscathed

All I can hear is the howling wind and a haunting woman I know
‘Cause all the angels in heaven, devils in hell
I think I’m caught in this rock and roll
She’s waiting by the Natchez Trace
In all the silver thread and cold black lace
When she put you in your resting place
Would you take my gold or leave my soul unscathed

You got to leave me alone
You got to leave me alone
You got to leave me alone

No, no, no, no
If the woman don’t get ya the snakes will
This road is so long and so dark and so cold
She’s one bad woman, one bad woman
Waiting for me, get your hands off me
She’s waiting by the Natchez Trace
In all the silver thread and cold black lace
When she put you in your resting home
No, no, no, no

Oh, no, she’s one bad woman
You got to leave me alone
You got to leave me alone
Oh, no, she’s one bad woman

Oh, ho
He rode into Virginia
Rollin’ thunder, ridin’ high
I was servin’ table
Waitin’ for that ride

My arms around his body
Well, we rode a thousand miles
He taught me how to love
He taught me how to fly, oh, ho, my

Hungry together
Racin’ the weather
Into the Natchez Trace
Warmin’ and feedin’ him
All the way to Cumberland, oh, ho, yes

And I had his child in Memphis
And we watched him ride away
And now you know what a girl like me
Is doin’ here today
I’m sorry mister, you can’t stay

Hungry together
Racin’ the weather
Into the Natchez Trace
Warmin’ and feedin’ him
All the way to Cumberland, oh, ho, yes

And when the piper gets to play
Somebody’s got to pay
And now you know what a girl like me
Is doin’ here today
Oh, I’m sorry mister, you can’t stay
I’m sorry mister, you can’t stay

Hungry together
Racin’ the weather
Into the Natchez Trace
Warmin’ and feedin’ him
All the way to Cumberland, oh

When the piper gets to play
Somebody’s got to pay
And now you know what a girl like me
Is doin’ here today
Oh, I’m sorry mister, you can’t stay
I’m sorry mister, you can’t stay, oh, ho, ho, ho
Sorry mister, you can’t stay
Sorry mister, you can’t stay, no
Sorry mister, you can’t stay, oh, ho, ho, ho
Sorry mister, you can’t stay
Sorry mister, you can’t stay, no
Sorry mister, you can’t stay, oh
Sorry mister, sorry mister

Segue 1


Old Touchschriek was the main nameserver
Suspected of being a shoulder surfer
But he didn’t know from shit
About challenge response systems
Now Ramona A Stone we know was selling interest drugs
She got males all hung up on her mind filters
She was if you don’t mine me saying so an update demon
Now Leon
He couldn’t wait for 12 o’clock midnight
He jumps up on the stage
With a criss criss machete
And slashes around cutting a zero on everything
I mean a zero in the fabric of time itself
Was this a suspect?
I says to myself
Woa! “Quelle courage!”
Oh wait, I’m getting ahead of myself
Let me take you back to when it all began

Segue 2

Ramona is so cold
When she broke it off with Leon,
She said “The ring is enough,
I don’t wanna see this face again”
Ramona was so cold
Ramona was so cold

Shit man
Nigga gotta gone and got damn
Get the shit straight when I got damn get out
Well shit
This what really goin down
Whassup my nigga another day the same shit
Punk ass C.O.’s on a nigga dick
Got me up at three o’clock cookin eggs and grits
I’m a cheifa C.P I can’t take this shit
Tryin to hold a nigga down in this country ass town
I’m used to smokin chronic movin pounds
They got a nigga on some “Sir yessir, left right left”
Throw me in a hole if my ass outta step
They treat you like a motherfuckin slave
Dopefiends, cryin Jesus, swear they saved
Niggaz better get they game tight
Cause these crackers tryin to take a nigga life and they rights
I’m surrounded by fake-ass crooks
They swear they kingpins but don’t have money on they books
I hear so many lies it make me sick
These niggaz call ballin sellin dimes and nicks
I can’t wait til the day they let me go
So I can eat some steak and shrimp
grab a mic, and bust a flow
I’m Outtie 5 nigga lights out
Hold it down on the streets until the day that I get out
I’m out man

If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
If you break it free and the morning?s come
If you would now your time has come
If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
And you feel it burn, don?t try to run
And you feel it burn, your time has come

And I feel it
You feel another energy and I feel a power growing
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow

If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
If you break it free and the morning?s come
If you would now your time has come
If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
And you feel it burn, don?t try to run
And you feel it burn, your time has come

And I feel it!
You feel another energy and I feel a power growing
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow

Aum Namah Narayana [repeated many times]
And I feel it…and I feel it…and I feel it… You feel another energy

You feel another energy and I feel a power growing
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow

Dear momma’s boy I know you’ve had your butt licked by your mother
I know you’ve enjoyed all that attention from her
And every woman graced with your presence after
Dear narcissus boy I know you’ve never really apologized for anything
I know you’ve never really taken responsibility
I know you’ve never really listened to a woman

Dear me-show boy I know you’re not really into conflict resolution
Or seeing both sides of every equation
Or having an uninterrupted conversation

And any talk of healthiness
And any talk of connectedness
And any talk of resolving this
Leaves you running for the door

(why why do I try to love you
Try to love you when you really don’t want me
To)

Dear egotist boy you’ve never really had to suffer any consequence
You’ve never stayed with anyone longer than ten minutes
You’d never understand anyone showing resistance
Dear popular boy I know you’re used to getting everything so easily
A stranger to the concept of reciprocity
People honor boys like you in this society

And any talk of selflessness
And any talk of working at this
And any talk of being of service
Leaves you running for the door

(why why do I try to help you try to help you
When you really don’t want me to)

You go back to the women who will dance the dance
You go back to your friends who will lick your ass
You go back to ignoring all the rest of us
You go back to the center of your universe

Dear self centered boy I don’t know why I still feel affected by you
I’ve never lasted very long with someone like you
I never did although I have to admit I wanted to
Dear magnetic boy you’ve never been with anyone who doesn’t take your shit
You’ve never been with anyone who’s dared to call you on it
I wonder how you’d be if someone were to call you on it

And any talk of willingness
And any talk of both feet in
And any talk of commitment
Leaves you running for the door

(why why do I try to change you try to
Try to change you when you really don’t
Want me to)

You go back to the women who will dance the dance
You go back to your friends who will lick your ass
You go back to being so oblivious
You go back to the center of the universe

I’m on a train, but there’s no one at the helm
And there’s a demon in my brain
Who starts to overwhelm whelm whelm whelm whelm
And there it goes, my last chance for peace
You lay me down, but I get no release
And I say I, I try to keep awake
I try to swim beneath
I try to keep awake
But I, I can feel this narcolepsy slide
Into another nightmare
And there’s a demon in my head who starts to play
A nightmare tape loop of what went wrong yesterday
And I hold my breath till it’s more than I can take
And I close my eyes and dream that I’m awake
I try to keep awake
I try to keep awake
I try to keep awake
But I, I can feel this narcolepsy slide
Into another nightmare
I read dead Russian authors volumes at a time
I write everything down except what’s on my mind
Cause my greatest fear is that sucking sound
And then I know that I’ll never get back out
And there’s a bone in my hand that connects to a drink
In a crowded room where the glasses clink
And I’ll buy you a beer and we’ll drink it deep
Because that keeps me from falling asleep I said
How’d you like to be alone and drowning
How’d you like to be alone and drowning
How’d you like to be alone and drowning
How’d you like to be alone and drowning
Still I find this narcolepsy slide slide
Into another nightmare
Keep awake, keep awake, keep awake
And I can feel this narcolepsy slide

Slip and stumble at my first offences
It’s not treason, it’s no lie
You talk in paragraphs
I write my sentence
It’s not treason, it’s no lie

It seemed a place for us to dream x2

Crush and crumble under your defenses
It’s not treason, it’s no lie
You frame the photograph
I sit on fences
Change of season, love can die

It seemed a place for us to dream x4

If we tear out the tumor
It’s later, never sooner
If we tear out the tumor
It’s later, never sooner

It seemed a place for us to dream x2

You’d better keep it in check
Or you’ll end up a wreck
And you’ll never wake up
You’d better keep it in check
Or you’ll end up a wreck
And you’ll never wake up
Wake up x3

It seemed a place for us to dream x2

You’d better keep it in check
Or you’ll end up a wreck
And you’ll never wake up x4
Wake up

to the wounded: i have seen the self image that they’ve forced you to reduce to shattered glass, with the only remaining value lying in its jagged edges. but the few who warrant waking for await their recognition. no fear of death but with fear of life, your weakness fills everyone. so live. angels for everyone. for no lack of searching i can’t seem to find one. angels in everyone. what of all their promises? can’t seem to find much more than lies. angels in anyone. a permanent solution to a temporary problem. before i’d lay me down to rest, i’d throw away everything to live.

When I was watching TV back in ’73
A skinny old man sure appealed to me
His name by now, I’m sure you know
The man who played a starring role in Jacques Cousteau

And ever since then I’ve written the dude
Dreaming of swimming around the
coral reef
I’d even bought my camera and my scuba gear
If only Jacques had called to stop a career

I wanna be a narrator
For the Jacques Cousteau show

Swimming under water with my microphone
I’d record noises in the aqua-zone
Chasing down the killer whale that’s eating our crew
Just to bring the story (facts) back to you

I wanna be a narrator
For the Jacques Cousteau show

I’ve written the networks, sent my picture too
Done everything I could possibly do
I’ve given up trying to get through to him
Maybe he knows I don’t know how to swim

I wanna be a narrator
For the Jacques Cousteau show