Lyrics

"UMBRELLA"

Feelings

All I get from anybody anymore
is their feelings
Sometimes I can't help but wonder
what it is they do
when all those feelings hit the ceiling

Coach on the TV is crying his eyes out
because his team's a flop
They say it's sad
when a man can't cry
Seems to me like we can't stop

Can you imagine how eternity would be
with nothing else to do
but just your feelings

I'm so sick of everybody's feelings

Two guys on the dance floor are trying to thrash themselves to death
and are succeeding
Girl turns to me and asks me
can't they feel themselves
bleeding

Are we so numb that we can't see
feeling's more than feeling
just a bunch of feelings

I've just had it with feelings

Chance of showers one-hundred percent
possibly scattered thunderstorms
severe cold front should through tonight
expect your weekend to be warm

and full of feelings
from the floor up to the ceiling

Can you imagine how eternity would be
with nothing else to do
but just your feelings

I'm so sick of everybody's feelings
I'm so sick of all these feelings





Blue and White

Blue and white all day long
in the sky and at the pool
a bikini sipping on a martini
and the twist is blue

and white all through the night
here's looking at you
a waterbug dancing on the bed
by the light of the moony old moon

which is on the lake tonight
and the wind is winding through the trees
then I wake up from dreaming
just as blue and I can be

thinking that it's raining
I thought it was raining

Blue and white well all right
what are we going to do
I say we go jump in the lake
you take the fish and I'll take the moon

which is on the lake tonight
and the fish are winding through the trees
then I wake up from dreaming
just as blue as I can be

thinking that it's raining
I thought it was raining
I thought it was raining
I wish it was raining

blue and white





Songwriters

When you're fifty years old
and it's Christmas and nobody calls you
and all that you can think to do
is just sit there and shoot all your friends
and all their children too

There are so many ways
we've come up with to say
wish you were here

Why is it
we're scared to death of something
Why's the world hilarious and sad
Why is it the sweetest sound I ever heard
is still inside my own head

If you could only go inside of there
you'd think you'd died and gone to bed

If someone wants to play my songs
after I'm dead and gone
nobody will be happier
than my dead body

I want to get outta this world
and be all right
I want to check outta this world
tonight
I want to fly outta my body
above
the unbearable
sadness
of love

When you ask someone
you thought was a friend for a favor
and she can't bring herself to bother to say no
So there you are afloat on your own star
so far so not so good solo

thinking up new ways
to come up with to say
wish you were here

I want to get outta this world
and be all right
I want to check outta this world
tonight
I want to fly outta my body
above
the unbearable
sadness
of love
the unbearable
sadness
of love

the unbreakable
sadness
of love





Beautyful

Every time I'm in this place
I expect to see you
standing where you always do
and sometimes when I'm here I do
or maybe I'm just looking through you
You sure could always see through me

Your lopy loopy upright walk
two steps in the door we'd know it's you
If crows wore boots and could talk
maybe they could play you as a bird
if they had
an awful lot of words

What a beautiful mind
to think with
What a beautiful man
to drink with

A voice full of flowers and iron and the Book of Ruth
and a thousand million tales and this one too
that courage, generosity
and an utter lack of self-pity
won't fix a broken saw
but make it easier to see

What a beautiful mind
to think with
What a beautiful man
to drink with





Palm Trees

They're growing oranges in Kansas
another blow to Florida
The trees have all their leaves on Christmas Day
When I got up this morning
I was glad to greet the day
went out and picked an orange read the paper
section A

Teacher caught smoking cigarette
with a student in a car
They'll sentence him tomorrow
and send him off to Mars
where there are

no palm trees

palm trees

In a bar that lasts forever
or at least until
that map on the wall becomes Brazil
The skinny girls are beautiful
with their swooshtikas and things
I wish they like spoke English
and like knew what they had to say

about like most anything
that like crossed their minds
to like see if what's in there
is like in mine
anytime

like palm trees

palm trees


I like the way the wind sounds
on the water from the pier
It reminds me of the night I slept last year
And I do like the rain
that way it sways
but I swear
I'd throw it all away
to have winter back
and the devil and the cold
and angels with the blues
in that old worldly world of old
singing for my soul

despite the palm trees

palm trees





Breaky

I break for squirrels but I'm harder on myself
break down on women and everybody else
I wish I wouldn't so
you know
breaky

I cry at movies especially the bad ones
and I've seen them all the old sad ones
I just love it when the dame gets the news
and goes all
breaky

I guess that's the way
women used to be
Now every time I see that scene
all I see is me

I tried so hard to be who I am
which turned out to be a man
who just turned out to be
way too damn
breaky

I break for turtles appropriately enough
I can't stand hoops and hurtles and all that kinda stuff
I just wish I wasn't so
untough enough
so breaky

I tried so hard
to be good to you
for once in my life
I was absolutely true

only to wind up
truly
bluely
breaky

So go ahead
and just
break me





Flesh and Blood

A butterfly is circling the hole in my guitar
My rainbow just broke a string
Who knows where the time goes in a place like this
I heard somebody say it's spring

Not that it matters that much anyway
when you're without a friend
What good is spring when you haven't got
someone to share it with

A butterfly just fell through the hole in my guitar
There's six new craters on the moon
Something fluttered by the hole in my heart
and the sun came down at noon

Don't make the bed you sleep in then go crying danger
and expect the world to see
how sad it is when flesh and blood
turns out to be

a stranger

like you've become to me





I Must Be Drinking

I can't sleep unless I'm drinking
When I die I want to go to heaven
Kiss me hard and hold me tight
Saddle me up and we'll ride all night

I can't be dead if I'm thinking
I think therefore I am not dreaming
What would life be without drugs
and no artificial barbarians

Stay with me and treat me nice
I guarantee you won't regret it
'Cause I know what every woman wants
to go to sleep with George Jones
and wake up with Roy Orbison

I can't dream unless I'm sleeping
I'm in heaven I must be drinking
and heaven is a bar
you don't have to pay for
and I am the drunk on the street car
who steps off

and there you are





Everlena

I was thinking about you just the other night
wondering why all angels are white

Everlena
how many nights since you got out
have you stole in
my dreams
which are spinning like my heart
like that twister we were in
and you were my sister
and my friend

then again
everybody knows
how I get crazy
now and then
like a car without a driver in a fog without a horn
in the wind
that never ever makes it
all the way back home again
like a sentence
that never ends
Everlena





Billie Holiday

When one has lived a long time alone
the beauty that surrounds you
no longer surrounds you
and you get tired of dragging yourself on home
which remains exactly the size
of your own body

When one has lived a long time alone
the music of this world
which once made you so happy
might snake up under your skin and down to the bone
and poison your heart
to remind you have one

The gardenias are awake tonight
recalling Billie Holiday
I wonder if they smell each other
and talk that way

When one has lived a long time alone
and the cup that runneth over
runneth all over you
and you miss the sound of woman coming so bad you could almost cry
whenever it comes up
in the back of your mind

When one has lived a long time alone
and the breeze whispering through the pines
no longer reminds you
of summer days happily drifting along
but of someone you left behind
who can no longer stand you

and I am wide awake tonight
recalling Billie Holiday
pumping up the last drop
outta this world

and singing like she has lived a long time alone
like somebody a long time alone
like she has lived a long time alone
oiling up the machinery
of heaven





Every Time It Rains

Every time it rains
I think of you
standing on the corner
painted absolutely blue
aquamarine shoulder bag
dripping absolutely wet
and your deep green sunken eyes
and a soggy cigarette

thought bubbles made of tears
floating into the air
above your beautiful head
I wish I knew what went on up there
standing on the corner
singing "Lover Man Where Can You Be"
waiting for someone
sure hope it's still me

Standing on the corner
singing "Am I Blue"
waiting for someone
sure wish wasn't always you

and every time it rains
I think it's you
and the picture's upside down right now
and the grass is painted blue
and your bucket's in your hand
dripping absolutely wet
standing there soaking up someone
you wish you'd never met

Pure
nothing is pure
We are not pure
and all our umbrellas
will not save us





Little Movie

This is how movies should be
even though it's not black and white and 1963
or Paris in the spring
when it starts to rain
no pretty girl walking down the street
swaying to the sound of a Brazilian beat
wearing a cigarette
and a sand dune on her head


Just me lying here in bed
watching you get dressed
makes me feel like I've been blessed
everyday
the way you lean over and latch the snap
stand up straighten out the strap
shake your head and yawn
that way that you do

Some people spend their lives missing somebody
even when things ended in a mess
too ashamed to say I'm sorry

and I sure do miss watching you get dressed

This is how dreams get to be
It's Athens 1983
party every night on Barber street
that lasts all day
Best case scenario
I'll wake up and let it go
in twenty years or so
have better things to do
than be getting over you

undressing somebody





Gone

Like a bird that arrives too early
and dies of the cold
like someone you know is good
but you think is just too old
like when your heart beats fast
and you know that it won't last
like when she's gone

Like a falcon on a lamp post
down Milledge Avenue
eyeing a cat
all afternoon
and the cat does run
but in the end it just gets done
and then she's gone

If it wasn't funny you'd have to cry
Better to die laughing
and know why

Like a robin on the ground
right after it rains
that gobbles up a worm
and then starts to sing
and the world turns blue and white
and stays that way till night
and then she's gone