lyrics file for new asian cinema

Cao Dai Blowout

he came knocking down the street lights tearing up the new grass on the lawn he was frightening off the livestock I could feel him coming down I let the Citranella dissolve in my hand I began to feel real bad when the ghost of your father comes to town what the hell else can you do I flung open all the windows put the water on for tea and let him pass right through he took to knocking over furniture getting into the reception on the wireless he tore up all the dry goods in the pantry he was strong and he was tireless when the priest came to call, I sent him on his way I got a tremor in my hands and my feet are made of clay when the ghost of your father starts pushing you around how are you gonna make him stop I took down all the crosses, I let him set up shop

korean bird paintings

yesterday I put in a good 5 hours talking to the statues chased your memory all around the room didn't manage to catch you but I cleaned out the savings account blew everything I had on flowers covered up the furniture in carnations rolled around for hours there are those of you, who got the wrong idea right now but man you should of seen me when I got through indistinguishable from a fourth century Briton waiting on the couch for you I put all the extras on the credit card mobiles of the galaxy and mylar balloons everything we'd saved up in one room at the same time cartoon stars, crescent moons thank you notes, get well cards condolences, congratulations bright colors, hues and signals reminders and reverberations


the cabbages that I will grow one by one and row by row will fatten in the spring sun and breathe in the evening air you will hear them breathing if you walk by at night you may not hear them after all but that's all right I've set the table for two I've cleaned the windows for you I've got cinnamon from Jakarta for making French toast the doctor says that I've got thirty days left at most the cabbages that I will grow the love songs on the radio will deepen in the springtime theylle be brighter than the stars

golden jackal song

well I swung through town shining like a new quarter felt something sharp rise up within me when I crossed the border stopped at the gas station payphone I let my fingers fly the wicked impulses were dying but I couldn't let them die and we were over at your place singin' about the old times no one had anything to prove I ate so much carrion that I could not move I was bloated when I saw you in the kitchen glistening like the old country all your cups and glasses lined up in front of me and I stopped at the faucet for a minute waited til you came in to see what was wrong and your fingers brushed my ribs playfully and I played along and you had your tongue in my mouth your eyes glistening in the light I ate rich raw carrion til I couldn't think right I was full

treetop song

All along the interstate the palm trees were calling out to me the line of them stretched fown the highway forever as far as I could see I waited til the sun was coming up light morning traffic and a cool spring breeze I heard the old voices calling down from the tops of the trees when I got up to the top, my head got light for a minute everything in the world was alright I saw the next tree just 10 feet away give or take a few feet I guess then I pushed off into the air with all my might headed out into the center of the morning light I knew that I was gonna make it the new tree hardly shook to acknowledge my arrival I knew that I would be alright