Wind Is Falling In Love CD Lyrics

The Wind Is Falling In Love

you never really got what you wanted
did you ever know what that was
you’re planted in the back, by the white picket fence
something’s commin’ up around you

        and the wind is falling in love with you
        and the trees all whisper your name its true
               every little dream that refused to come true
        is standing  next to you

you’d given up on love, then sex but not food
you took to wearing a hat
you felt like so many that it was time to give up
let the parade roll over you


       and the wind is falling in love with you
        and the trees all whisper your name its true
               every little dream that refused to come true
        is standing  next to you
        its growing around you    
        
       and the wind is falling in love with you
        and the trees all whisper your name its true
               every little dream that refused to come true
        is standing  next to you
        its growing around you    
        it wants you, if you want it too

you still got the charm but the sparkle is gone
rejection took affection from you

n audible sigh, burns you inside
object of desire walks by

you don’t stand a chance so you don’t even try
living in  a sad luliby


100 bucks

she’ll beat you up for 100 bucks
slap you down and drag you all around
she don’t allow any fooling around

she likes to think she’s the one in control (has to be)
she loves her music, she likes good rock’n’roll
she don’t allow any disco or soul

        the day they took her children away
        she cried and cried most the day
        took a lotta drugs to take away the pain

she’ll beat you up for 100 bucks
tie you down for another round
she don’t allow any fooling around

she’ll clean your clock for a little rock
she keeps the money in her left sock
she don’t allow any fooling around

        she’s been tweekin now most her life
        shes on something most of the time    
        takes a lotta booze to get to sleep at night

she runs an ad in a free magazine
starts off somethin bout a roller queen
and fixin you up with what ever you need

she likes to think she was hot in the day
but years of tweak have left a stain on her face (the party years0
we all become what we cannot erase

Hey Mattie lets fool around like people do

she runs an ad in the LA express
about a babe in a  Catholic School Dress
a big surprise for the mystery guest (client , i guess)k

she likes to say she was hot in the day
a lot hotter now if you like to obey
her inhibitions have been washed away


God

God came down from heaven yesterday
gave me somethin everybody else threw away
made my life  much beter than before
to tell you the truth I can’t explain too much at all

I can’t tell anybody
                                     what happened to me
I can’t tell anybody
                                  How does that make you feel   ?

Crossing the street and the lights all look the same
people seem hypnotized and incapable of change
You start up your engines and you run all your life
tryin’ to find somewhere where you finally have time

I can’t tell anybody
                                     what happened to me

I can’t tell anybody
                                    how does that make you feel   ?


time is a concept, that ruins everything
time was a mistake, everything is
the whole is impossible to a tiny little mind
gotta take the leap of faith and leave  death far behind

I can’t tell anybody
what happened to me
I can’t tell anybody
How does that make you feel

I can’t tell anybody
the answer is an obvious thing
I can’t tell anybody
What am I supposed to sing



My Cage

Tell me what I could have done in theis life,
 to deserve a fate like this and a friend like you ?
Stuck here in 1974, in a world that jut don’t want me around anymore

    i live like an animal
    but i built this cage
    its wel stocked and comfortable
    but there is no escape

If I promise I will never be bad
could you give me just one night to see all I had
all it takes is one little mistake
to throw you off for years , its such a waste


    i live like an animal
    but i built this cage
    its wel stocked and comfortable
    but there is no escape

        and when those teardrops start to fall
        and the footsteps down the hall are only leading to disaster
        when theres no one left to call
        and the paradise of thought is burning
            holes inside your head

remember I built this cage
there is no escape



 

Sad Animal Stories

When the sun goes down in my hometown
Nobody goes to sleep
Campfire lights most every night
Towns -folk all gather to feast

Dancing shadows paint the sand
and Lourelei thinks its neat
the way the fire seems to know
just how to create heat

no one in town can afford the food
So they feast on the stories of
Good Dr Woodenhead

He tells them  Sad  Animal Stories
they sing Sad Animal Songs
they live most of their lives in quiet desperation
Everyone loves Dr Woodenhead

Railroads came and changed the town
industry never sleeps
TV lights most every night
shadows are hideouts for theives







emily

have you ever felt the saddest feeling
that you have ever felt before
multiply it by a million

and please don’t leave Emily alone
it might be the very last time

you can find her in a field of flowers
she’ll be starin at the weeds
She’ll sit there for hours and hours

Please don’t leave Emily alone
it might be ther very last time

    you see her in ecstacy, mixed some fraility
    how could she ever get this high ?
    how could you ever bring her down

it might be the very last time

ive been wonderin where she goes
when her vision seems to leave the room
musta been a horrible childhood

    please don’t leave Emily alone
   it might be the very last time

teenage acne



why are all these people tryin to drive me crazy
can’t they see Ive seen my share of insanity
just wanna sit here very callm an peacefully
smoke my cigarette and check out the scenery

    Im just tryin to get over
    Im just tryin to get over
        over a very bad case of TEENAGE ACNE

it takes a 12-pack of beer just to look in the mirror

Who told all these men to come and work on my street
when its six in the morning an i haven’t been to sleep
what if i did the same to them and followed them home
sat outside their windows playing radios real loud
  
    Im just tryin to get over

    Im just tryin to get over
        over a very bad case of TEENAGE ACNE

        no one here ever made it clear
        no one told me that looks mean everything

look at all the comedy my life has become
I work like an immigrant and dress like a bum
something must've happened in those formative years
a government experiment using really cheap beer




all the nice people


all the nice people
are sitting in small rooms completely alone

gazing out windows, (at strange celebrations)
at bilboards and strip shows on streets far below


            kicked in the teeth
            from a very young age
                its hard to getover the rage.......

all the bad people   (beautiful people)
are laughing in ballrooms (bar rooms)
with music and booze

talking bout money
and trips where its sunny (bakes a beautiful tune)
from Aug to June

            blessed from their birth
            like a beautiful song
                                they can’t do anything wrong


    softly you call out to no one there at all
    slowly you fade into nothing

the saddest of people are hidden in dark rooms
that you’ll never see

tortured by demons
and life without reasons
they pass in their sleep (endlessly)

             softly you call out to no one there at all
             slowly you fade into nothing

            rejoice you are going away    
            rejoice you are going to fade


pieces of a dream

In the middle of the day
In the middle of the street
in the middle of a vivid daydream
she knew what it means
and she started to scream “ You can’t have it”
all we are is pieces of a dream
and I’m gonna live it til the last one
never looking back to see what's gone

on the last row of the bus
on the last page of the book
inscribed in pencil we read “ Nothing will last”
and the man in the hat
says that revolution is a personal thing
all we are is pieces of a dream
and I'm gonna live like the last one
never looking back to see what's gone

throw your baggage from the car
start again right where you are

in the middle of a vivid daydream
she knew what it means
and she started to scream “ You can’t have it”
all we are is pieces of a dream
and I’m gonna live it til the last one
never looking back to see whats gon

throw your baggage from the car
start again right where you are


throw your baggage from the car
start again right where you are

( alternate lyrics:
ominouslly pacing slow

even pidgeons hanging low
no one steps outside to see where they are
they’re stuck in their cars
listening to required radio )

Corporate Wars   (the Bright Side)

Daddy don’t drive pretty full length cars no more

He lost both his arms in the big time corporate wars
Your sister was really quite naive
To think he was a holy man

Daddy raised his children to believe economical dreams
When prices started fallin' that's when Daddy got down on his knees
the neighbors are all very kind
they sometimes go for walks with his mind


Your sister never witnessed a happier sight
the man she loved was too drunk to fight

and he was singin'
    look at the bright side,
    look at the fun you can have
    but don’t look around too much cause it might bring you down

You say you got a picture of the trip you took to africa
When Daddy bought a village, an advantage in the corporate war
The natives even smiled when the flash went off
They liked the way he paid his bills

The natives loved to dance to the sleazy sub bohemian curl
When daddy couldn’t buy it he decided to give it a whirl
Your sister never witnessed a happier sight
the man she loved was too drunk to fight

Its good to see you talking to the people who still love you again
We almost thought we lost you to the stiff-neck -corporate men
They always brought you home when they’d had enough
Funny how the good life gets rough

run for the door

I should be king,  president

  or a giant corporate mogul
But I smoked some pot, while still young
  and I never got much older

     people got in the way
    money got in the way
    When traditional buildings are keeping you
        stupid and poor

            you gotta run for the door


I had it all, in a bag
and i always kept it near me

answers to life, secret songs
and a plan for meeting Whitney

    people got in the way
    money got in the way
    When traditional buildings are keeping you
        stupid and poor

            you gotta run for the door


          you gotta run for the wide open spaces

            and places you’ve never been before

fate, takes its time
takes a dime makes a call out in the nighttime

to you, all alone. dying so
to be something more than needy




1974

In 1974, the world was destroyed in a nuclear war
and no one can remember except for me
‘Cause I was up on a hill
as the sky grew white and still
adn I felt completely at peace while i was melting

        I imagine you, and you imagine me
          together we’re making love imaginailry

It shook me straight to the bone
To be instantly so alone
But one by one the trees all re-appeared
I guess every tree lives on in memory]
and memories never die ,
they just get better


     I imagine you, and you imagine me
        together we’re making love imaginarily
    I fall in love with you
    you hate me like you do    
    But Id imagine that's what you’re supposed to do

        don’t question what we’re feeling
        one doubt could send us reeling
        back into the nothingness of 74

In 1975 after a year of wondering if Im alive
I finally realize just what my life is
anything you dream is alive as you and me
and anything you want you already have

the children know its true
they believe in me and you
listen to them laugh their day away

        back down to the deserts killing floor
        back in a box looking for something more

I imagine you, stand ing in the nude
out in the forrest of a million dreams
i fall in love with you,. then we’re touching too
isn’t that wwhat were supposed to do

Rome

even though the road is wet the cars they are still coming
nothing stops ecstatic space and time
blending into one collossolly immence machine
escaping some enormous history

 don’t they know
don’t they know don’t they know
this was once callled Rome

even though its new years day im safe an warm and far away
i paid my rent  just yesterday
nothing here can touch me now
Im distant and immune
I can watch disaster on TV

don’t they know
don’t they know don’t they know
this was once callled Rome

5 am on monday morning
engines at full throttle
burning up the dinosaurs and cave men
grinding meshing sanding sounds
creating clouds and chomping down
the beef  burrito puts me back to sleep

dialing up the internet to order out for discount sex
the message comes from almost out of nowhere
meet me at the shopping mall (flying through the wires and ground
I am Sue my friend is Paul

venture out on city streets past breaking dreams and facial cream
crossing at the light they call desire

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Our Little Place   by Abraham Cloud

I'd like to thank you first for the dinner
and being so thoughtful tonight
to care about the lost and forgotten
enough to turn a wrong into right

you know I run a home for the hopeless
formerly good people gone astray
Im here to ask you all for some money
To keep our little place warm and safe

our little place we’ve got prostitutes and aids
we’ve got burglars. deviant poets, and thieves
religious nuts who act out Bible stuff
like killing their kids to get on TV

I know you feel a true sense of duty
to help those who've fallen in a ditch
We’ve gotta lift them up, so they can live like us
Eat Doritos, watch TV and get rich

Our little place
we’ve got a man with half a face
whose step-dad took a blow-torch to his head

in our little home
we’ve got a girl who sits alone
combing her pubic hair with a chainsaw
with a chainsaw, with a chainsaw , with a chainsaw .......

but its nice in the evening,
when everything calms down
and you can hear little crickets in the background
making that cricket sound

Tell me , have you ever known a cricket who went bad ?
OUR LITTLE PLACE (first draft )

you know I run a home for the hopeless
formerly good people gone astray
Im here to ask you all for some money
To keep our little place warm and safe

I’d like to thank you first for the dinner
the chocolate moose was such a grand delight
but do you care about the lost and the forgotten
enough to write a big fat check tonight ?

        our little place
        we’ve got prostitutes and aids
        we’ve got burglars. deviant poets, and thieves

        religious nuts who act out Bible stuff
        like killin their kids for publicity

Im sure you must agree that its our duty
To help a fallen Birdie fly again
We’ve gotta lift them up, so they can live like us
Eat Dorrittos, take vacations and watch TV

        Our little place
        we’ve got a man with half a face
        whose step-dad took a blow-torch to his head

        in our little home
        we’ve got a girl who sits alone
        combing her pubic hair with a chainsaw

            but its nice in the evening, when everything calms down
            and you can hear little crickets in the darkness makin that chirpin
                    sound.....

        Right down the hall you’ll find heroin
        and tall little vials of a drug you never heard of

        On a trip to the john
        You might cross paths with cross-eyed Juan   
        swingin his knife on a three-day binge

       
        and though he means you no harm   
        hes hearin voices than alarm
        and inform him that you have a secret plan


        Thank god you got me
        to contain this surly lot
        or they’d be climbin the walls up onto your yacht


            but its nice in the evening, when everything calms down
            and you can hear little crickets in the darkness makin that chirpin
                    sound.....

and have you ever known a cricket who went bad ?
           
       

The Wind is Falling in Love   all songs by Abraham Cloud    copyright 2005 by Quazmo-Fate Publishing BMI



1.   The Wind is Falling in Love      wind mix up
2.   Teenage Acne
3.   All the Nice People
4.   This was Once Called Rome
5.    The Bright Side  (Corporate Wars)
6.   My Cage
7.   Sad Animal Stories
8.   Please Don’t Leave Emily Alone
9.   100 bucks  (Hey Maggie Let’s Fool Around)
10.  Run For The Door
11.  1974
12.  God (I Can’t Tell Anybody)
13.  Pieces of a Dream  (In The Middle of The Day)
14.  Our Little Place




 

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