lyrics
One-Way Ticket (J.Prusinski)
Mother Mary light a candle
hold it right next to my heart
I’ve been down this road
so many times before
but everything still looks dark
Will we ride this thing forever?
or will it come down to the end?
every time i think i know the answer
it turns out i’m wrong again
Well you can take it from me
it’s just a one-way ticket
I can see the last station
coming ’round the bend
but just when i was going to
tell you where to stick it
well it’s back to the beginning
where we start all over again.
Throw the drama to the pavement
light another cigarette
You’d think this party would be
getting old by now,
but i don’t see that happening yet.
let’s go back and watch the movie,
try and get into the flow.
I think i know just how this
whole thing ends, but please
don’t say i told you so…
Well you can take it from me
it’s just a one-way ticket
I can see the last station
coming ’round the bend
But just when i was going to
tell you where to stick it
well it’s back to the beginning
where we start all over again.
Pedestrian With Car (S. Marks)
We create the drama of our problems (of being where we are)
Confined in metal-clad protection (like pedestrian with car)
Giving up on most of our autonomy (avoiding entropy so far)
Encased in bubble wrap (protected like pedestrian with car)
Covered with airbags of much flawed design
The bubble boy’s pressure is greater than mine
The risk is not growing, still it is benign
It would not be happening at some other time
Risk is everywhere
A paranoid despair
Its “Shark Week” on the Air
No concern to spare for you
Newspaper opinions notwithstanding (reader comments are online)
The insurance of safety is what we’re demanding (get some seat belts for your life)
Cell phone is ringing but you’re not answering (afraid of cancer from wi-fi)
You mess up the takeoff but still stick the landing
Risk is everywhere
It’s a sad affair
There’s danger in the Air
No concern to spare for you
Shipwreck (J.Prusinski)
Just like a bird that’s flying
from day into the night:
The desolation of your heart
Come back and be my lover
I kneel before the dream
that things won’t be just what they are
Can you be so beautiful
and be so unaware?
(yes you can… baby)
It’s just another shipwreck
in the sea of your despair
I see you:
falling,
falling,
down.
Not manic just depressive
compulsive and obsessive
a heart so heavy that it drags you down
the sun comes up you close your eyes
you never seem to realize
the water’s rising as you start to drown
Can you be so beautiful
and be so unaware?
(yes you can… baby)
it’s just another shipwreck
in the sea of your despair
I see you: falling, falling, down.
Home (S. Marks)
A tiny house
With little furniture to move around
Placed inside
A room where you can feel all safe and sound
Intangible
Yet value is inherent in the scene
But the mood
Is often at the ends of the extreme
No need to have a care
Cause we’ll always be there
No need to feel alone
We’ll always be your home
A storm arrives
Throwing rain and ice and wind and hail
The weather clears
Possibilities to smoothly sail
Fighting fun
Resisting hard any serenity
Rushing out
Exerting your desire to be free
No need to have a care
Cause we’ll always be there
No need to feel alone
We’ll always be your home
Play (J.Prusinski)
So it comes down to this
I guess you have to know
that you will never hear your music on the radio
You could be standing on a corner
down in old Beirut
with your pants around your ankles begging Ali not to shoot
But, baby, that’s what it’s all about
You had your little dreams
but they never quite worked out
Baby, there’s nothing more to say,
So get up off your knees and play!
Well you’ve done it all
and you tried your best
you can only keep going and forget about the rest
You know you’ll never have the money and
you’ll never have the fame
You’re playing two-bit dives just to stay in the game
But, baby, that’s what it’s all about
You had your little dreams
but they never quite worked out
Baby, there’s nothing more to say,
So get up off your knees and play!
Well you found a lot of
ways to anesthetize
But you had to give it up because it cut you down to size
But the music’s all that matters
so you pay your dues
but the devil keeps laughing while he’s tightening the screws
But, baby, that’s what it’s all about
You had your little dreams
but they never quite worked out
Baby, there’s nothing more to say,
So get up off your knees and play!
Opportunity (S. Marks)
Could have been an astronaut, rocket into space and look back down at you
Could have been a movie star on the silver screen guest starring on TV too
Could have been a Hell’s Angel with a Harley Davidson and arm full of skull tattoos
Could have been a doctor in an office helping children with the flu
But I guess I missed that opportunity
Guess I missed the boat
The die is cast the choice is made
Taken with no ransom note
Could have been a architect, design tall buildings in the city of steel and glass
Could have been a Wall Street dude, making some deals and getting’ rich real fast
Could have been a scientist, doing research to get cancer cured at last
Could have been the President, ruling the whole world like William Howard Taft
But I guess I missed that opportunity
Guess I missed the boat
The die is cast the choice is made
Taken with no ransom note
Could been an animator, draw a cute octopus into your favorite cartoon
Could have been a zookeeper, with an elephant, alligator and baboon
Could have been a fiction writer with a brand new novel that’s coming out next June
In the Philharmonic orchestra, playing woodwinds like an oboe or bassoon
But I guess I missed that opportunity
Guess I missed the boat
The die is cast the choice is made
Taken with no ransom note
Bridge:
Rolling downhill
Going Faster, Faster
I do not see the stop sign
I can not do everything
I can not do everything
I can not do everything
Even if I want to
But I’ve had lots of opportunities
I guess I’ve had my share
I’m still jumping on the ones I can
but some regrets will still be there.
Gravity (J.Prusinski)
You have pockets full of secrets
That you never tell anyone
Eyes full of galaxies, shining in the night
But it feels like a hangnail
And you never have any fun
Hiding in the darkness that you
made for yourself…
Ahhhhhh
But oh, the gravity well, pulling you back to hell-
o baby won’t you please come over tonight,
the gravitational pull, you may not know it but
you’ll be calling me to come on over tonight
I can see in the darkness
I can feel it in my bones
let’s try not to say i love you
be a little distant
when you’re on the telephone
keep your ducks in a row
Let the crow fly away
Ahhhhhh
But oh, the gravity well, pulling you back to hell-
o baby won’t you please come over tonight,
the gravitational pull, you may not know it but
you’ll be calling me to come on over tonight
Out in the Blue (J.Prusinski)
I tried to call you on the telephone
but you didn’t answer
I know that you don’t listen to voicemail so
I left you a message saying i had cancer.
You said you lost your cell phone charger
somewhere down around Albuquerque
and anyway the coverage where you are
is alway kind of quirky
but
I’m thinking of you
out in the blue
up in the sky you’re floating by
still on my mind
like a deer tick
stuck inside my head
under my skin
I just couldn’t begin
to understand why.
I sent you an email but I guess you never read the
second paragraph
I went to your website but I got a 404
sometimes I just have to laugh
I listened to Robert Plant sing
Communication Breakdown
Some things will never change
Some things will never change
but
I’m thinking of you
out in the blue
up in the sky you’re floating by
still on my mind
like a deer tick stuck inside my head
under my skin
I couldn’t begin
to understand why.
The Shape of the Rock (J.Prusinski)
Keep your weight forward when you’re walking on ice
Keep your weight forward when you’re walking on ice
Sitting in the kitchen eating beans and rice
You never thought once, but you should’ve thought twice
Looking out the window at the clouds and the rain
All the little rivers running round your brain
Too much to lose, and nothing to gain
Too many nights alone’ll drive a man insane
You felt the shape of the rock in your hand
you lay by the water with your feet in the sand
you flew through the air and you swam in the ocean
you were part of everything,
but everything was in motion.
Mary and the kids’ll be back some day
That’s what you tell yourself anyway
Sitting in the kitchen in the failing light
Don’t even notice when day turns to night
You felt the shape of the rock in your hand
you lay by the water with your feet in the sand
you flew through the air and you swam in the ocean
you were part of everything,
but everything was in motion.
Cattle Prod (S. Marks)
Projecting arrogance
Trying to push us into something we aren’t ready to do
Menacing pressure
Guiding the hands of all the players operating for you
And the cattle prod is coming
Exerting pressure we may welcome
Moving us in the direction
To where we know we should be
Hotshot Intimidation
Demanding participation, unwilling. Coercion is the rule of the day.
Never left alone
Just text me on my phone, my answer may not be what you need me to say, today.
And the cattle prod keeps coming
Exerting pressure most unwelcome
Moving us in the direction
To where some think we should be
Bridge:
And they all think that what’s right to them is best for everyone
Forcing fealty to that fact-based pessimistic scene they run
If you ask me I will tell you that I think it should be fun
And the cattle prod keeps coming
Exerting pressure most unwelcome
Moving us in the direction
To where we never should be
Buffalo (J.Prusinski)
a crow flew into my head, a crow flew into my head.
black wings feathered, a murder gathered.
has anyone heard of such a thing?
has anyone heard of such a thing?
my heart fluttered, breath came hard.
shadows in corners shifted their guard
but not for a heartbeat did I stop loving you.
but not for a heartbeat did I stop.
a rook flying swiftly, flew so hard
planted his claws right in my heart,
does anyone know this story?
does anybody know?
this feathered missile,
panicked projectile
beadily guarding
my fear of dismissal…
but not for a heartbeat
did I stop loving you.
but not for a heartbeat
did I stop.
Bones & Dreams (J.Prusinski)
do you think that we are made of
more than bones and dreams?
are we just ghosts inside a
meaningless machine?
he said baby… do you know what i mean?
he said baby… do you know what i mean?
do you think our destiny is
locked into a track;
every choice we make from which
there is no turning back?
he said baby… do you know what i mean?
he said baby… do you know what i mean?
and she said:
hold on to your sorrow
hold on to your mysteries
here between yesterday and tomorrow
there were never any guarantees
every act which has no heart
will always be revealed
the empty gesture cannot
ever be concealed
he said baby… do you know what i mean?
he said baby… do you know what i mean?
what is the moment when what you see
becomes what you remember?
i was born in april but it just
became december
he said baby… do you know what i mean?
he said baby… do you know what i mean?
and she said:
hold on to your sorrow
hold on to your mysteries
here between yesterday and tomorrow
there were never any guarantees
Falling Up (J.Prusinski)
Her mama said that she would never be a rocknrolla
she sang her heart out at the county fair
she stole a car and got some ink and changed her name to lola
she pierced her nipples and she dyed her hair
she’s falling up
she knows that gravity is just a theory
she’s falling up
‘cause there’s no other way to go…
i know a guy who always said that he would never go to
anywhere but mexico to get himself another load of
bottles of tequila, salt and limes to make his marguerita
now he’s doing time and doing anything to start the
falling up
he knows that gravity is just a theory
he’s falling up
‘cause there’s no other way to go
(bridge)
baby
don’t you know everything is relative
baby
direction’s only in your head….
so when you set out on that road that leads to anywhere
and then you drive your car for three days straight
hallucinations play a funny game but you don’t care
until you’re crashing through the border gate
you’re falling up
you know that gravity is just a theory
you’re falling up
‘cause there’s no other way to go…