1. |
True Story
01:32
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Hello
My name is Joe
and I've been playing the guitar
for about two months
and this is a true story
I don't mean to bore you
But I just want to be free
to say what I please
I'm Joe
and I've been playing the guitar
for about two months
Yes, it's true
It's a true story
A true story.
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2. |
Take Me Back Down
01:18
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Take me back
Take me back down
Take me back
to California
Take me back
I'm all dried up
Take me back
I got nothin left to give.
Take me back
to California
Take me back
I got no reason to live.
Take me back
Take me back down
Take me back
To California.
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3. |
The Commander
02:30
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The Commander turned to his men
and said, "Brothers, we must defend.
The Keep that protects our kind,
The Moat that guards our lives, and
The Walls that they can't climb." But when I turned my back, he took what was mine.
Do you think cats were once birds?
Do you think cats were once birds?
Then all of a sudden, I was standing there
And Steven King, he asked me, "What the hell are you doing here?"
And I stood there, unsure of where there actually was
And said, "I don't know. It's your dream.
But it must be my nightmare."
And then he turned to me
and inexplicably asked
"Hey man,do you think cats were once birds?"
Do you think cats were once birds?
Do you think cats were once birds?
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4. |
Old Man Winter
02:18
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Old Man Winter
on the side of the road
Old Man Winter
done robbed his coat
Old Man River
done caught me red
Old Lady done gone
robbed my bed
Old Lady Sister
is deep in debt
Old Man River
goin to wind up wet
Old Man Winter
tired n' unfed
Old Man Winter
goin to beat me dead
Please can't I see
Buds on the trees
Bugs on the leaves
Limbs swayin in the breeze
Old Man Winter
tells me true
Old Man River
got the river flu
Old Man Winter
got his power cut
Old Man Winter
in the deepest rut
Old Man Winter
is on my side
Old Man River
goin to never die
Old man in Heaven
ain't nuthin but a sham
Old Man and Woman
done opened that dam
Please can't I see
Buds on the trees
Bugs on the leaves
Limbs swayin in the breeze
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5. |
Ghosts in the Graveyard
02:34
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Ghosts in the graveyard
Home (home) on the range
Do you think you love me?
Do you think me strange?
Do you want to kiss me?
Do you want to my love?
Do you want me to kneel down
And pray to the sky above?
Do you want to give me
All that you’ve earned?
And do you want this feeling
Slowly to burn?
Do you want to give in?
Do you want to take revenge?
Or do you need the raping
To come to an end?
Ghosts in the graveyard
Home (home) of the brave
You aint free when you
Someone’s slave
Do you want to hate me?
Do you want my love?
Do they want me to kneel down
Suck and pray to him up above?
They want what the stories
Told in their booth
You take it in his name
You can’t have the truth
Go. Cancer get out
Get out!
Go Get out!
Get the fuck out!
GET OUT!!
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6. |
Picture Wheat
02:58
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Picture wheat at the bottom
nothing in the middle
and the sky on top
Picture me
as a ghost
Don't you know i'm serious
Just look me in the eye
It's heartbreakin, baby
Makes me want to cry
to think that I might have wasted my life.
It's heartbreakin
It's heartbreakin
makes me want to cry,
to think that I might have wasted my life.
It's heartbreakin
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7. |
Shut It All, Out (v. b)
03:10
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Boy at the bottom of the stairs
too many cares
a shroud, a crown,
in a bowl of black hair
puppet on strings
given plenty of hollow things
and off to the fort he goes
a place I know
built to shut it all out
cower in corners
scared of math
hiding behind the rock
at the top of the path
In space I am - safe to plan
a world around the bend
And I'm going to the tower
to take my revenge.
I know how to toughen up - suck it up
'cuz stone don't tear
I know there's a place to go
and a way to get there
Outdoor singing
Goin backyard
Harold's Chicken
on Mastercard
I know a place we can go - a place I know
built to shut it all out.
I know how
to shut it all out.
With my guitar
I can shut it all out.
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