Lyrics

Powder Blue Bone (2010)

June

I had breakfast all alone again this morning
with no one I could share the news
but the ghosts of 10,000 mornings all behind me
and a bad case of them eatin’ breakfast all alone blues

And I pictured you at work so early
Nearly three hours before I even wake up
Putting smiles on all those children’s faces
Me, I’m shakin’ off this drunk

Then June appeared outside my window
It came right in and sat down next to me
Placed what felt like a hand on my forehead
and pecked a slow, careful kiss on my cheek

And we all danced around the kitchen
Me, two birds, a mouse and the month of June
And we all forgot what world it was we lived in
Me, two birds, a mouse and the month of June

Now some may call that inappropriate behavior
Me, I’ll call it having fun
Some may never stop searchin’ for their savior
Me, I’ll never stop starin’ at the sun

But oh, how I wished you were here this morning
Babes, we was really cuttin’ that rug
And I know it’ll take a whole hell of a lot of convincing
to believe a grown man could have that much fun in a month


Close

No beach bound vacation in our future
No smiling apple pie face for me
‘Cause in the end all they want to do is use you
No smiling apple pie face for me

You make me wonder what it’s like
To kiss your neck and maybe take a bite
Get to know you’re cold, yet sentimental
Your openness, your confidential

But no, no, no that won’t be
I’m so far, far away from me
Divided we stand, nearer and nearer
I feel it when we’re close

In my mind it all could work
If not here, then maybe San Diego
If you weren’t such a heartless jerk
You could open up and let your hate go

I could’ve written a ground-breaking screenplay
Could’ve dated Penelope Cruz
Could’ve stood straight, improved my posture
If I didn’t have you

And all of your childish behavior
And all the things you say
All the tastes you lick and savor
All the things that make you stay

Hey, I ain’t no Mr. Perfect
I’m more of a full-blown train wreck
You been gone so long the anchorman’s changed
But the show it still remains the same

With all your childish behavior
And all the shit you say
All the tastes you lick and savor
All the things that make you stay


Shipbuilding, Again

I drank liquor like water, then I lost my mind
I’m conversing with my demons nearly all the time
Spit shined and polished, I need a brand new soul
Some color on the inside, maybe a powder blue bone

Then you can feed me to the lions, baby, boots and all
Play “Every Picture Tells a Story” at my funeral
Your politics, religion and psychology
Are about as useful as a chainsaw to the forest tree

We are just shipbuilding, again

I’m ridin’ hard and fast down the Interstate
Got my back to my troubles, man, and it feels great
I’ve sectioned off a corner of my heart for you
It’ll always be waiting; it will always know you

It’s built for destruction baby, it’s built for speed
If I don’t get what I want, I’ll take what I need
Harder than the helmets made out of steel
Are the cold, old hearts in charge that cannot feel
No, they cannot feel


Roses

Bought some candy from a jar
Siphoned gas, stole a car
Kept it quiet and I jangled spurs
Forgot the flowers, promised furs

Hold me down baby, hold me close
These are the things I’ll remember most
These are the things I’ll never forget
The way you ran, your silhouette

I handed you a rose as you arose from the cab
You said “Please, no roses that’s for beauty queens;
And I’m no man’s dream, I’m no man’s dream”
But you are mine, you are mine

You came from the mountain, I from the sea
Pass on the pavement, if you please
Controlled by instinct and loosed by fear
It’s only echoes that we hear

Knock on wood, feed on hope
This life we lead is slippery slope
Know no anger, nor harbor no hate
It’s always cool to be fifteen minutes late


Last Dance Mine

You came dancing across the ocean
You came dancing across my heart
And with your ever graceful motion
You’ve been dancing from the start

And we danced the Hokey Pokey
And we danced the Tango, too
Hell, we Twisted in the kitchen
And we Waltzed the bedroom blue

If you could only show me a sign
If you could only find the time
If you could only make your last dance mine

You caught me dippin’ from your punchbowl
Saw me shinin’ up my shoe
Saw me generating some soul
All for some attention from you

Then you plucked me from the flowers
Lined up against the wall
Though we have shared both days and hours
I’m still uncertain, that’s all


The Other One

I’m your cold beer on a summer’s day
I’m the Derby, first Saturday in May
He’s a root canal way deep in your teeth
He’s tax day, April fifteenth

I’m the other one

I’m a good song when you need it most
I’m cream cheese and jelly on toast
He’s a car alarm at three a.m.
He’s a greasy spoon that’s been condemned

I’m the other one
Always in the sun
I’d like to take you there
If you’d let me, if you’d let me

I’m a payday from a real good job
I’m the bullhorn that soothes the angry mob
He’s a welfare line in the pouring rain
He’s an instigator, exploiter of pain


Together

Cold wind blowin’ down 6th Avenue
Put your arm through mine
Tell me your dreams, your problems, your issues
Just put your arm through mine

We’ve been put through the mill, the burner and the wringer
We’ve been washed out to sea
We could duck right into this pub right here
Have us a whiskey, see what there is to see

Cause we’ve been through all kinds of weather
But now I see us goin’ home and growing old together

Old lady McHenry and her crazy dog Fudge
I know you secretly long to be their neighbor
I might be saying this all with a wink and a nudge
But I don’t think we’ll ever fall out of favor

‘Cause we’ve been so good up till now
We can only keep on getting better
You still look great with nothing on
But you prefer my worn out sweater (better)
Goin’ home together

I could bring you coffee in the morning
You can bring me soup when I get ill
I could bring you a melody to wrap this song in
You could bring me all the love I need to get my fill


When We Met

That indentation on your hip
That bead of sweat above your lip
The night that guy gave you the slip
Ain’t that when we met?

I’d often wait for you to call
I remember it was fall
And if I could I would control
When I’d see you again

Where are you, it’s your birthday
Whose night do you change into day?
We are all but bits of clay
Please don’t let me down

To where there isn’t any sun
And two from one is always one
A broken heart must weigh a ton
I just hope that you can hear

This little shout out to your soul
Life is tough and takes a toll
But leave some sugar in your bowl
And it might be all right

If I could come right over now
I hope that two won’t make a crowd
I promise I won’t be too loud
As I whisper in your ear

All the things I meant to say
That got lost or in the way
Convincing influence or sway
Since that day we met

And as time goes passing by
I don’t know if I could contrive
A better story or a lie
To properly describe

That indentation on your hip
That bead of sweat above your lip
The way you made my heartbeat skip
On that day we met


Walk Under Ladders

Keep it on the outside
Keep it nice and clean
Keep it in the middle but not in between

You make me so anxious
You’re probably not what you seem
You’re less than a nightmare but much more than a dream

Stick a needle in my eye, baby
Don’t you step on no crack
Don’t you walk under ladders
Else you’ll break your mama’s back

When we met in Miami
Far from the maddening crowd
I tried to keep it quiet, you just turned it up loud 

You were so very hard to harness
Just like those prized thoroughbreds
You were so hungry, it was on those weaker hearts that you fed

No, you ain’t superstitious
No, you don’t have care
I would ask you to leave but the look in your eyes is more than I can bear

It may be time to worry
But you know I’ll never complain
After all, it’s just the sun that makes all the rain


Ran

Now of all the dreams you set aside
There are only so many you can hide
How many empty years you’ve stolen
and filled them all with fear and loathing

Until we ended it one day
Made all the demons go away
You were naked with your shirt on
Your thirst was only quenched by bourbon

You always had trouble on your mind
You could take refuge by the sea
I was never on your side
It ran in the family

When I was born, I had questions about angels
Now that I’m older, they still remain
In my life I’ve had the privilege to know some angels
That turned less so, over time

Were their wings made of cotton?
Every snowflake an angel forgotten
Every grain of sand the heart of a devil
Or the dust of an angel?


Damage Done

I licked my lips every time I thought of you
From out of nowhere lustful sentiment grew
Up, to wonder why I came
Down, to shoulder all the blame
That two people can accrue

Paris has the coffee, New York has the soul
To get your scent off me, nearly made me fold
Up, unable to push down
Down, to cover all the ground
That two people can control

We’ve done all we can do but then (no matter how we tried)
Can’t make something old new again (no matter how we tried)
It seems all the damage; it seems all the damage
It seems all the damage is done

She wasn’t that pretty, she just didn’t complain
She loved the city and the smell of rain
Fall, on a dirty street
Rise, above tendencies to compete
That two people can restrain

We’ve tightened all the leaks we can (no matter how we tried)
We’ve patched up all the holes we can (no matter how we tried)
It seems all the damage; it seems all the damage
It seems all the damage is done


View of the World

This is my view of the world

Sometime it makes me nervous
Sometime it makes me shake
Sometime it feels too real
Sometimes it seems so fake

Trying hard not to cry for a week
Afraid of becoming a living antique
Try to find a box big enough to put this crap in
Left to wonder if all those memories happened
Memories

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Confess to me only if you must
Your story shakes as the ending nears
Knocks down the walls that quells your fears

In a world that’s all flipped over
And circumstances make it hard to stay sober
The impossible is not as crazy as it seems
All we can do is keep dreaming our dreams

That was my view of the world


Schoolyard Steps

We made love on the schoolyard steps
Though we called it screwin’
Thought we invented recklessness
We didn’t know what we were doin’

The city felt reborn each day
Tryin’ to remember all it’s glories
We thought its history could fall away
If we could write down all its stories

From way back to the caveman
And the dinosaur before that
It’s always been the same, man
It’s the way you wear your hat

Stepped outside just to see the day
And the endless people puttin’ up a fight
In a struggle to breathe, to crawl, to pray
Who’s gonna make it to their pillow tonight?

And all the good times may they last forever
And all the parties may they never end
And all the bastards go home early
May all our paths converge again

One day we may wake up (up) far away
In a place we can’t remember
Calling happiness another name
When all we’d need is one more September

We made love on the schoolyard steps
Though we called it screwin’


Claudine

I’ll give you something to drink about
A reason for crying and getting loud
I think there’s still something left and
You haven’t seen nothin’ Claudine

You left me all alone for two or three months
You gave some boys your touch and I gladly took the punch ‘cause
I think there’s still something left and
We haven’t seen nothin’ Claudine

You may think I’m crazy-somewhat out of my mind
After all you’ve done-how could I leave it all behind?
Well, it’s no secret and it’s no lie
I see my children in your eyes

Sure will be rough at first; hard as a stone
Laughs will be scarcer than a powder blue bone but
I think there’s still something left and
You haven’t seen nothin’ Claudine

Underneath all that’s past and all that comes next
Long talks, holding hands and sweet make-up sex
I think there’s still something left and
We haven’t seen nothin’ Claudine

You may think I’m crazy-somewhat out of my mind
After all you’ve done-how could I leave it all behind?
Well, it’s no secret and it’s no lie
I see my future in your eyes

I’ll give you something to drink about
A reason for crying and getting loud
I think there’s still something left and
You haven’t seen nothin’ Claudine


All songs written by Frank Caiafa except ‘Schoolyard Steps’ (Caiafa/kilbane)

© 2010 Muse Sick Music (BMI)