THE WISHBOOK SINGLES (2009)

The GARDENER
Sweet gardener. Do you feel, do you feel, do you feel the sun coming? Sweet gardener, for you the world's enough. The lonely hearts, the broken will they have no place in you. Sweet gardener, you see it as it is. Do you remember city life? City life. I hear you make bouquets just by opening your eyes. I hear you coax the blackbirds to your finger. What you grow on faith alone could feed a thousand mouths. Oooooo! Do you feel, do you feel, do you feel the sun coming? Sweet gardener, for you the world's enough.The broken hearts, the broken will they have no place in you. Sweet gardener, you see it as it is. Do you remember city life? When the longest winter came, and buried your treasures in white. You never forgot their beauty. You just stood there and waited. And you stood. And you stood. Snow in your boots. Snow in your sleeves. Snow on your hood. And a smile on your face, still. Do you feel, do you feel, do you feel the sun coming?

DANCE ME TO THE END OF THE WORLD
We are dressed head to toe in misunderstandings, but I'm wearing my hair up for this song. In the hole of time, where our love never dies, lets throw ourselves, let's let ourselves be kissed! Dance me to the end of the world. Dance me to the end. Along another street, I'll hear my lonely feet and I'll step to the falsest of freedoms. To an old story, to that old sadness, to that hole in time, that old record. Dance me to the end of the world. Dance me to the end.

FINDING THE LIONS 
The table and your hands, voices overlap, coffee and couples, and I'm thinking', "Gonna find the parade, gonna wear those colors, gonna marry the lions." One feels very well, the end of things. One feels very well, the beginning. Gonna find the parade, gonna wear those colors, gonna marry the lions, and sleep in their manes! Gonna find the parade, gonna wear those colors, gonna marry the lions. And if I can't hide from myself, they can't hide from me either. If I can't hide from myself, one day I'll find the parade! If I can't hide from myself, they can't hide from me either. If I can't hide from myself, one day I'll find the parade! And when I think I've gone to far, the moon she will flicker. And light my way to spring and a feast of tulips and wine. Gonna find the parade, gonna wear those colors, gonna marry the lions! And if I can't hide from myself, they can't hide from me either. If I can't hide from myself, one day I'll find the parade! If I can't hide from myself, they can't hide from me either. If I can't hide from myself, one day I'll find the parade! One day I'll find the parade. One day I'll find the parade.

DEAR HEAVEN
The children were singing their lullabies, and drinking the tears from his eyes. What's in your dreams that you can't sleep? What are your demons names? He said "I've come from the earth of sorrows. Do you know how far I walked? Do you know how close I've gone to the ledges for the brotherhood of man? Is it here in your soft house of heaven? I can only imagine your mornings here. Did you hear my prayers? Can I offer you flowers?" They sang Sir Sir Sir, one by one you arrive with your eyes in your hand and your mothers still waving goodbye. Sir sir sir!" "I have come from the earth of sorrow. Do you know how long? Do you know how close the wars swoop down on the brotherhood of man? Is it here in your soft house of heaven? I can only imagine your mornings here. Do you hear my prayers? Did I offer you flowers?"

PRAISES & SCRUTINY
Hitched a ride with acrobats, and traveled the world. Long coattails whipped in the wind. Got away from business, and half-hearted interests. My hair whipped in the wind. Pleasure and danger and skies with a thousand shimmering stars! Our hearts spread open like flowers. If there's one thing I don't miss it's all that diplomacy! Praises and scrutiny. Now I'm with the nomads, making clouds, drifting by, drifting by.

WIND SONG
Long ago, I stood at the river, pulling my hands, knowing something was coming. The wind blew, spoke the truth, but I turned away. Yeah I turned, I turned, away. The mistakes I knew I was making for the love, for the love of you, seemed worth so worth any price on Earth. So I turned, I turned away. Things fell, things fell, in terrible grief. I'm with nothing left to lose. I'm unwise in love, spill your mercy over me. Please don't turn, do not turn away. Please don't turn, do not turn away. Please don't turn, do not turn away. 

 

SEVEN PRINCIPLES OF LEAVE NO TRACE (2003)

SECRETS
Her face was bright in the dim light. She reached out, took a drink. And the man laid his coat down. Looked at her, took a seat. Is that a secret you’re keepin’? Seems there might be one to remember. Is that a secret you’re keepin, yeah? I know those eyes from before. From before.  He said, I don’t mean to intrude, but there’s a lady I lost to the wind. And I can’t help but notice, well, you look kinda wind blown, and I’ve walked for years! and I’ve walked to clear my mind. But love is short, forgetting is so long. She looked up at him slowly. She looked up at the moon. And she turned with that still mystery and the warmth that he knew. If I ever did know you, I’d have surely adored you. But I never did know you, kind sir. So now let me go. So now let me go.

FICTION
There are still lots of happy endings, you silly. There are still lots of days, don’t you waste ‘em on your once upon fairy tales, slipped through your fingers halfway through. Oh your broken down fairy tales, did they get your part wrong halfway though?  But this ain’t fiction, this ain’t fiction, this ain’t fiction. Looking for a way to shine, you get so far from here. But what about here? What about life? How long on your own in there? Oh you dream dreamer. You storybook maker, well I understand. You broken hearted sweetheart. Oh I understand. But this ain’t fiction. This ain’t fiction. This ain’t fiction. You ain’t fiction. So long beautiful. Do a lot of writing.

SHIRTS FOR PENNIES
Sold your own shirt again. You gave it away for pennies. Took another stray dog in, soaked to the skin. Did you ever let a day go by without doing a good deed my friend? It’s enough to make us laugh, It’s enough to have you certified. What did the fortune teller tell you? Is it coming back around any time soon? Will you come and rest your big hearted head on my soft and golden bed?  I wish I had your heart! I wish I had your heavenly heart. It’s enough to make us blind. It’s enough to make me hand mine over. Did you ever let a day go by without doing a good deed my friend? It’s enough to make us laugh. It’s enough to have you certified. I wish I had your heart! I wish I had your heavenly heart. It’s enough to make us blind, It’s enough to make me hand mine over.

LIKE A JEWEL
As she watched the tv set, she combed her hair and did her make up. Oh to have a life like theirs, a lovely house, a handsome husband. Wasn’t much to do in town, except sit around with kids and widows. Oh to have a life like theirs, a lovely house. They went out for cigarettes, the men in town, and never came back. Oh that girl, the things she dreamt. She was so clever, poor thing. Wasn’t much to do in town except watch the laundry spin around. La dee da dah da dee dum buh bah dee dum. I could change my name, be a wanted woman. I could change my name and sound like a jewel to whom the good things come.  He isn’t like their handsome men. He kicks the fridge and says this house is shit! And her howling babies and suspicious questions make him. I could change my name, be a wanted woman. I could change my name and sound like a jewel. Take me with you.

WAS HE A POET?
Was he a poet? Magician? Was it really time to disappear? He had his intuition. I had to have lines on my paper. He was the most ancient thing that I could grasp. Fleetingly still counts, He had the sea and he had the moon. I had my reason. Maybe I was afraid you’d read some truths about me. Because you’ve always been a mirror like that. How you’d watch me get all mixed up. How you’d watch me mess it all up. I should have known by your bag of poems and trap doors. I should have called that one. Should have called that one. Should have called that one.

BROOKLYN FLOWERS
Lover man, I won’t let you go down. I’ll make you a bouquet of wild brooklyn flowers. I’ll take you in. Hurl the sky over us! And you will love again. She’s still the flower in your eyes. Oh why must you need more than mine? Well, no sense fallin over a day dream. And you will love again. And I will bend, lover. And here’s to the house of wounded soldiers. I’ll make you a bouquet of wild Brooklyn flowers. I’ll take you in. Hurl the sky over and over! And you will love again.

MUTED THUNDERSTORMS
Beautiful wanderers on heavy hollow angels. Sailors battered by the sea. Muted thunderstorms will throw hope to the wind. On the other side my ship sails. I rode around the world with seashores in my dreams. Search all day for just a taste of it. You learn what love means. When she tangles and wails. Battered sailors my heart bleeds for this.  I’ll light my own way. Yes I will. I’ll light my own way.

 

NEST OF MACHINES (2006)

BABY DOLL
Baby baby baby doll. Baby baby baby doll. What’s gone is gone. At least we had it then. Let’s call it what it is, now. Honey, the shape I’m in. Couldn’t help a fly find a window. And honey, the shape you’re in. Please, let’s put our weapons down. Baby baby baby doll. Baby baby baby doll. I’m gone I’m gone. At least we had it then. Let’s call it what it is now. When you’d hold me like you did, how quickly I’d forget. Light the fire just to cry it out. Then there’s the flood to drain. And it rains and rains and rains and rains! Baby baby baby doll. Baby baby baby doll. I’m gone I’m gone. At least we had it then. Let’s call it what it is now. Baby baby baby doll.

THE CON MAN’S LAMENT
Well he’s the son of a con man. And his boots have traveled the land for substance. He wouldn’t give me a word about it but I witnessed. He was, he felt, the saddest man in the world. He searched the land for self-respect. But his hands kept pulling their tricks despite him ‘til he became a con man too. And he wore a pink carnation, and drank pink champagne. Saddled up and joined in the game. it’s a mad world, a sad world, and I’ve traveled… it’s a nice watch, don’t you think? Well I believed the liar 'cause I didn’t have the heart to break his thin, thin smile. Or to tell him to gold on the watches he stole was plated.

SING, SWAN
Sing sing sing sing swan. Sing sing sing sing swan. Don’t fail me now. Don’t fail me now. My swan she’s a moon. She floats on the water, floats to the edge. My swan, she doesn’t cry. She has her moods, and just keeps swimming. My swan she must believe in something. She just keeps swimming. My swan she doesn’t cry. I’ve seen her face. I’d drown to embrace her. I remember her song, and the way that she sang it, on a night cool and bright, my nightgown was blowing. My swan she was floating, but something was different. She was lost in her thoughts. I called come back this way. My swan she’s a moon. And she floats best when the night is full. For my swan I cry. And every morning I look for her.

NEST OF MACHINES
We can still spot the birds from the city. And below a bus bound for relief. No one sleeps. La da dee da dee da. We’re a nest of machines on an island. Making wings making wings making wings. And the birds are calling as if to say, “we know what you hope for!”. Coo kee kee kee ke kee kee kee kee eee. Coo kee kee kee kee kee coo kee kee. Coo kee kee coo kee kee coo kee kee ee ee. Coo kee kee coo kee kee kee kee kee.

LAST NIGHT I DREAMT I WOULD LAST FOREVER
Last night I dreamt I would last forever. Last night I dreamt I would last. High high pilots did fly. High high no vertigo. I was the one wearing perfume and chandeliers. I thought I might win your favor. Come come my navigators. Come come give me my wings. Come come my navigators. Come come give me my wings! No vertigo, no vertigo, no compass for me. No vertigo, no vertigo, no compass for me. La da de da da da da. La da da da da da da de da. I’ll be the one wearing perfume. I’ll be the one wearing perfume. I’ll be the one wearing perfume. I’ll be, I’ll be the one.

ROSE
Hey Jack, you’ll be looking for your Rose. If you ever come home, if you ever come home. And hey Jack, got behind the wheel and drove. And the sky it opened, and the sky it opened, and it opened like your Rose did. Don’t stop Rose, and she started with his photographs. Threw them over with his clothes. If you ever come home; if you ever come home. Don’t stop Rose, don’t be crazy don’t be lonely Rose. Why would you go back for more? When the sky is open, when the sky is open, when the sky is open Rose, dear. Her car is nothing pretty. it’s a dirty old corvette. An ashtray when she forgets that her cigarettes are burnin’. And Jack has a habit, but when she forgets, Jack has a way that makes Rose a red rose. Her eyes shut, her car slows, she thinks they could be so… But don’t stop Rose, don’t be crazy don’t be lonely Rose. why would you go back for more? When the sky is open, when the sky is open, when the sky is open Rose. When the sky is open, when the sky is open, when the sky is open Rose. When the sky is open, when the sky is open, when the sky is open Rose dear.

BIRD IN PARADISE
The rain was leaking everywhere but you love the rain. And you kissed me between complaints.  Look at you, sleeping. Look at me, awake. I look at you, sleeping. C’mon, c’mon, awake. I thought about going out dancing. I thought about better financing. I thought about handing myself on a plate. And I wore myself out and you... look at you, sleeping. Look at me, awake. I look at you, sleeping. C’mon, c’mon, awake. C’mon, c’mon, awake. I’d like to be a bird in paradise. I’d like to be a bird.

GALANDRINA
My waltz, my pearl, my Galandrina. Let me leave you with a fantasy. Let the wind send you to places where someday I’ll be. Galandrina, I had a feeling you were next to me this morning. I bit into the lip of an angel and the sky bled milk and strawberry. Galandrina, I had a feeling you were next to me this morning. Can the window send me to places where someday you’ll be?

 

SELF-TITLED DEBUT LYRICS (2001)

VIVIAN
You were springtime, you were even June. Did those mermaids sing for you?  Time for pills and time for tea. Fix your face please. Let yourself go do you dare to be an inspiration? One more chance to save yourself what will it be, Vivian? Time for pills and time for tea. Fix your face please.  One more chance to save yourself what will it be? Inspiration? Inspiration? Inspiration? Or that vacation? Do they still sing? You were springtime. Do they still sing after this? Do they sing? Do they sing?

YOU ARE BRIGHT
Read my books and letters. Pass away the time and toss another coin into the well. Far from the city. You’re like a star, remote, a dream. And you are bright. When I come out to see the light, I hope to find you basking in it. Cause you are bright. You are bright. Not much to write from here. But the morning glories make me miss you. Far from the city.

CITY LIGHTS
She always said the lights are pretty high up on a hill. A place where she could rest. A place where she could rest.  And you will know when you find it She wore her hope so well. High up on a hill. A place to leave behind. Oh lover of leaving, you swear one day you’ll find a place where you can stay. A place where you can stay. A place where you can stay...

FEAR & YEARN
You don’t wanna learn. You fear, you yearn. We all have our doubts. We live, without. Go along now. Go along. Go along now. Go along....Go along...

DREAM OF THINGS
Quiet nights and sweet guitars. And little room for words. Can we drive out to the farthest places and dream of things to come? And dream of things. It’s cold outside. December nights. I don’t wann be alone by myself, I wann be alone with someone else. Can we drive out to the farthest places, and make the road our friend? And make the road our friend.

LULLABIES & GOODBYES
You barely grasp the things you hold. The day she left you was long ago. You hold your heart. Lullabies and good-byes. Lullabies and good-byes... You’re still a boy. Apple cheeks and all. Counting the stars at night, and crying when they fall. You barely grasp...  Lullabies and good-byes, ;ullabies and good-byes...