Lyrics file for come, come to the sunset tree

Note: This file contains only songs that were not included on the sunset tree.

collapsing stars

when we hid out behind the risers at he high school, working bitter calculations with a slide rule. the grim particulars of poisoning the swimming pool, well you looked me in the eye, ready to die. we were becoming what we are, collapsing stars. when we chewed up baby aspirin like bubble gum, til our hearts were beating as deep and rich as kettle drums we knew if we waited long enough the change would come. and then the day did come and at last hold tight. hold fast. catch lightning in a jar, collapsing stars. I told you to load up on provisions, because we wouldn't be back for a while. pack up your troubles in your old kit bag turn toward the camera and smile, smile, smile. when we ditched the plan to poison all our enemies, stuffed our weapons in a clearing, and covered them with leaves, we are going to come rejoicing bringing in the sheaves one day, and we are on our way. you can look, but you won't find another love like ours, collapsing stars.

high doses #2

we all woke up that morning, claw marks on our little faces. the dull thud from the treetops the echo in the hollow places rose up high and lonely wringing my hands, grinding my teeth all the triumph overhead all the disaster underneath spat out my morning prayers desperate pleas and viscious lies. felt the sunlight thugh the grating, coverered up my eyes. woke up feeling awful shook my head to drive the ghosts way this is just a flesh wound and it will clear up any day. but the present i got planned for you pricks, is gonna be a little harder to fix. thank god for small favors in high doses. heard the voices through the air vents listen to them squeal the great big world is out there the hidden one beneath my heel called up my sister in reseda, left a message at the tone. all the points where contact fails us all of the dead spots in the zone and the acid in my throat every time i try to talk the songs that keep me up at night standing on that solid rock rose up high and dry and lonely stumbled coming out the gate this is just a paper cut and it will scab over just you wait. but the cuts that i'll shortly being dealing out, are gonna give you something to cry about. thank god for small favors in high doses.

the day the aliens came

hey, mr. hughes and mr. vanderslice, uh this is a new song i'm really excited aboo, about, and uh and so since i wrote it on my old cort guitar instead of the new one i, i want to play on that just for purposes of 'cause i've been writing it and so forth so that's why it sounds a little beat up and flat and everything, 'cause these strings are old and everything, so sorry about that, uh, it's i-, it's in A. i think i'm tuned to an A. it should be called hawaiian feeling, but it probably can't be called that. um, ok, right. alright. I will wake up at six a.m. again. and I will find my way to the front door like a soldier crawling through the smoking carnage. smoldering bodies at my feet, I'd love to stick around, but I've got someone to meet. and I will put my best foot forward. and I'll thank god I made it out of there on the day when my new friends come. I will present myself in my nice white tuxedo jacket. and I will look out at the day through my dark sunglasses, and take in the scene. the house behind me and the people in it will all go up like steam in just a minute. there's gonna be a redefining of some borders, and I will receive my orders on the day when my new friends come. the rooftops and the sidewalks will all melt like pastic. and oh friends, old friends, dear friends, I'm gonna look fantastic. there won't be any reason left to cry 'cause there won't be any people left to cry for. my memory's gonna vaporize itself. and my italian shoes, well, they will be to die for. I believe I can fly. might you look up at me and wave goodbye on the day when my new friends come?