Wake up and turn me loose
Wake up and turn me loose
Wake up and turn me loose
For the rain is falling

Got to have kaya now
Got to have kaya now
Got to have kaya now
For the rain is falling

I’m so high, I even touch the sky
Above the falling rain
I feel so good in my neighbourhood, so
Here I come again

Got to have kaya now
Got to have kaya now
Got to have kaya now
For the rain is falling

Feelin’ irie I
Feelin’ irie I
Feelin’ irie I
‘Cause I have some kaya now

I feel so high, I even touch the sky
Above the falling rain
I feel so good in my neighbourhood, so
Here I come again

Got to have kaya now
Got to have kaya now
Got to have kaya now, Lord
For the rain is falling

(Kaya now, kaya, kaya) Huh

Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no

He always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he’d talk
Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine

Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don’t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head

Kaw-Liga was a lonely indian, never went nowhere
His heart was set on the indian maid with the coal black hair
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no

Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don’t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head

Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
And took her oh so far away, but old kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-Liga just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree

Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don’t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head

Kaw-liga, Kaw-liga Kaw-Liga….

some escape some door to open
this path seems the blackest but i
guess it’s the soonest
but there in the clearing i
know you’ll be wearing
your young aching smile and
waving your hand
can’t go with my heart when i
can’t feel what’s in it i
thought you’d come over
but for some reason you didn’t
glass on the pavement under my shoe
without you is all my life amounts to

a final sleep no
words from my cutting
mouth to your ear or
taut wicked pinches
from my fingers to your bitter face
that i can’t heal
i know tomorrow
you will be
somewhere in london
living with someone
you’ve got some kind of family
there to turn to
and that’s more than i could ever give you

a chance for calm
a hope for freedom
outlet from my cold solitary kingdom
by the forest of our spring stay
where you walked away
and left a bleeding part of me
empty and bothered
watching the water
quiet in the corner
numb and falling through
without you what does my life amount to?

When I first came to town
They called me the roving jewel
Now they’ve changed their tune
They call me Katy Cruel
Oh diddle day, oh diddle lie o day


Oh that I was where I would be
Then I would be where I am not
Here I am where I must be
Go where I would, I can not
Oh diddle day, oh diddle lie o day


When I first came to town
They brought me the bottles plenty
Now they’ve changed their tune
They bring me the bottles empty
Oh diddle day, oh diddle lie o day


CHORUS


I know who I love
And I know who does love me
I know where I’m going
And I know whose going with me
Oh diddle day, oh diddle lie o day


CHORUS


Down the road I go
And through the boggy mire
Straight way cross the field
And to my heart’s desire
Oh, diddle day, oh, diddle lie o day


CHORUS

Greta’s cedar hope chest Is full of pamphlets Glass shelves of romantic vignettes A journal laced with sedimentary prose Norma gathers and collects vintage photoplays Hair combs valentines Lillian allows the animals to scratch Leather crack Mail collect in the box coatings peel Agnes veiled cathedral dweller Smiles with benevolent pain It’s Katrina’s fair Tuesday morning As she with caution unlatches the flat door She alone cascades to the basement Careful not to spoil her Calico printed pinafore Composite traits mannerists All others dissipate Margauritte vigilant dwells upon frigid casements Sarah’s thoughts in the velocity Accusations always pierce and pass Clara abandons her passions for distastes Miss Lenora P. Sinclair Early for coffee in the pool “I’m resituating all your words” Capital Space Colon Paragraph Sylvia keeps beasts in jars labeled Kingdom phylum class order family genus species

Katrina knows where the dollys go
To the dark places in the garden

And Katrina feels with the edge of a knife
Through the fog that cuts her open

And she dont cry, she only smiles
Keep on smiling you’ll get by

gone too far, the dolly’s cry
Turn back
Why theres no hope for you
But katrina laughs, because ‘trina knows
Where the dollys go

And she dont cry, she only smiles
Keep on smiling you’ll get by

I was the kind of kid back in school
Who wore a members only jacket, thought he was kool
That’s when I met katrina, she was best friends with seshel
I thought she was the one, yeah I thought she was special
I saw her in the hall about quarter til three
I said I’ll take you in my nova, to the tasty freeze
She said I know all about you, more than I should
I know all about the dirty mags you keep in the woods

(chorus)
So tell me how I’m supposed to be when I’ve been stalked by a lesbian
I can’t sleep a wink, and I’m married to the ephedrine
How am I supposed to sleep when I’ve been stalked by a lesbian now

Now don’t take it light, it might seem funny to you
Yesterday my science project, was covered in glue
So I asked that guy seshel, was it something I said
He said quit being so fuckin’ paranoid, it’s all in your head
The way she’s looking at me, I think she wants me to be,
The guy that always gets shot in every movie you see
Oh god she’s walking this way, oh god what should I say,
I hope and pray that one day she’ll be straight

(chorus)

So I was at a bar the other night and I looked across the room and there’s this girl and she walks up to me and she’s beautiful and she says ‘Hey, I’m Katrina, dude, remember me?’ and I freaked I said ‘Oh my god I thought you looked familiar’ about this time this 400 fucking pound woman walks up with Katrina’s face tattooed on the side of her neck, she comes waddling and says ‘DON’T FUCK WITH MY GIRL’ I looked at Jabba straight in the fucking eye and say ‘Don’t worry every time I picture Katrina’s face it’s gonna be on the side of your gross, fat-assed, 3 chinned neck’ she says ‘Are you stupid?’ I say ‘No I’m just sober!’**

(chorus)

And she beat the shit out of him

I sit beside the dark
Beneath the mire
Cold grey dusty day
The morning lake
Drinks up the sky

Katmandu I’ll soon be seeing you
And your strange bewildering time
Will hold me down

Chop me some broken wood
We’ll start a fire
White warm light the dawn
And help me see
Old satan’s tree

Katmandu I’ll soon be touching you
And your strange bewildering time
Will hold me down

Pass me my hat and coat
Lock up the cabin
Slow night treat me right
until I go
Be nice to know

Katmandu I’ll soon be seeing you
And your strange bewildering time
Will keep me home

She plays Wipeout on the drums
The squirrels and the birds come
Gather round to sing the guitar
Oh I…Have you got nothing to say?

When all words fail she speaks
Her mix tape’s a masterpiece
Walks through the garden
So the roses can see
Oh I…Have you got nothing to say?

And you can see the daisies in her footsteps
Dandelions, butterflies
I wanna be Kate

Everyday she wears the same thing
I think she smokes pot
She’s everything I want
She’s everything I’m not
Oh I…Have you got nothing to say?

She never gets wet
She smiles and it’s a rainbow
And she speaks
And she breathes
I wanna be Kate

Down by Rosemary and Cameron
She hands out the Bhagaved Gita
I see her around every couple days
I wanna meet her so I can say hey..Kate
I wanna wanna wanna be Kate

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.

Oh, I been flying… mama, there ain’t no denyin’
I’ve been flying, ain’t no denyin’, no denyin’

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I’ve been.

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin’ through Kashmir.

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh.

When I’m on, when I’m on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I’m down…
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I’m down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

Let me take you there. Let me take you there