V I O L E T

SO TOMORROW SEES

Looking for something more than convention

Something more than a scene

Was she a kind of devine intervention

So tomorrow sees

I wanted to tell her something

I wanted to know

So tomorrow seems

So tomorrow seems

So tomorrow seems

Al of the souls adrift on the ocean

All of the fish in the sea

Stare at the blind for devine misdirection

So tomorrow sees

I wanted to tell her something

I wanted to know

So tomorrow seems

So tomorrow seems

So tomorrow seems

she used to swim through the sky like an ocean

Sun with the fish in the sea

Time after time after time everlasting

So tomorrow sees

I wanted to tell her something

I want you to know

So tomorrow seems

So tomorrow seems

So tomorrow seems

OPEN SEASON

I see the stars fallin down from the sky now

i see the moon and the sun in the sea

seven times

seven times

seven times now

its open season

its open season yea

i see the sky turning red in the night now

i hear the angel of death at my door

seven times

seven times

seven times now

they keep on knockin

they keep on knockin yea

i hear trumpet of God in the sky now

the heavens shake and they cry and they moan

Get in line

Get in line

Get in line now

its open season

its open season yea

SISTER TRANSISTOR

(a robot love song)

hey there sister

sweet transistor

where you goin with out no soul

so synthetic

photogenic

she’s got a face and a mind of her own

Look out

hello sister

ruby slipper

Kansas calling they couldn’t twister

she’s fantastic

automatic

so hard to hear though all of that static

xray vision

blocked transmission

hard luck stories that seem so strange

hands on fire

electric wire

I’d stay on the phone but im all out of change

sing

birds of prey

40 nights and days now

shadows fall as angels

to the sand

you

only you

Know its true

the sky is blue as heaven

up above now

And I just sit here

waiting on the man

and i feel alright

like a cowboy junkie

and i feel alright

Im a wanted man

and i feel alright

yes i feel alright now

yes i feel alright

im a seventh son

hey

whats the plan

neither rocket ship nor man

can follow where im going

pray for rain

sing

birds of prey

and i feel alright

like a strung out monkey

and i feel alright

im a setting sun

and i feel alright

yes i feel alright now

yes i feel alright now

pray for rain

sing

birds of prey

40 nights and days now

shadows fall like angels

to the sand

And I just sit here

waiting on the man

sing

birds of prey

x

lookin for something

gonna ease my mind

maybe a woman

maybe some time

here’s what I’m thinkin’

bury the money

bury your soul

down in a coal mine

deep in mexico

it’s just an illusion

heading south this fall

cigarette money

a hole in the wall

Cralin on my knees for

miles and miles now

crawling on my knees

here’s what I’m thinkin

lookin for something

gonna ease my mind

maybe a woman

maybe some time

it’s just an illusion

a thing in the head

the cost of confusion

or something I read

kick 17 honey

back on the scene

well it’s late for the show now

don’t matter no how

go get a shoe shine

you got a real fine soul

kick 23 now the damage is done

she’s an envious mistress

I’m a penniless son

it’s just a fact now

headed strait for the door

throwing gravel and lipstick

apocalyptic

stains on the turnpike

stains on the floor where she bleeds

I wanna be

a cat on a string

I wanna be

your diamond ring

See her there

when the night comes down

with her hands on fire

and her lipstick on

name any date

she’ll tell you what she wore

I left the coast on sunday

for a pleasure seeking ride

a man in black with cane and hat

sat down beside my side

didn’t say a word until we hit the rio grande

takin bout that 59 dollar man

he produced a deck of cards

and drew an able looking hand

his fingers they were those of welth

as any self made man

I figured I had lost the bet

while sitting out the game

talking bout that 50 dollar man.

well I hit the ground a runnin

just like able run from cane

I spent a moth of Sundays,

just hoppin train to train

wislin dixie, passion time

spitting in the wind

talking bout that 50 dollar man.

Well I stole a car in Austin and I

headed for the west

it soon broke down just east of town

I laid my sole to rest

I woke up to the purring of a long black limosine

talking bout that 50 dollar man.

I found my way way to prescott

and I come in from the rain

I turned the key to get a room

and saw a hat and cane

a note there on the table

on a 50 dollar bill

writings from the 50 dollar man

He say I am a man of prescience

though surprised from time to time

was unexpected seeing you

out east before your time

I go by many names

and many faces I have worn

you know me as the 50 dollar man.

seven angle grace

out on the maker line

caught down the razor edge

cut from the the braker mine

wait for tomorrow

it most always comes around

seven towers down

out west they burn the sun

seven times seventeen

looks out on everyone

wait for tomorrow

it most always comes around

seven spirits down

beneath a subway tie

a seven mile town

under a velvet sky

I’m thinking of her skin

of love and methadone

the way she brakes for pain

of empires overthrown

wait for tomorrow

it most always comes around