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Great Ghosts
The Blow Pt. 2
Universe Conclusion
We Squirm
My Favorite Things
Silent Night
After N. Young
Climb Over
I Love You So Much!
I Have Been Told That My Skin Is Exceptionally Smooth
Thanksgiving
Great Ghosts
I had my hopes of how I would be after living in exile,
After closing your eyes to me
I even wrote scenes where I reemerged boldly
Bearded, alive, with eskimo eyes,
New baby on my back
But I didn't count the fact that I have ghosts in my mind
Stowaway, great ghosts of my life
Great ghosts of old wives
And they're howling
So I spent my wilderness time rolling on the ground,
Pulling my hair, and wrestling them off,
Yelling at no one, punching snow
I gathered ghosts and I gave them my lecture
I bid them away, I pleaded and cried
“There's no room in my life for you, or your howling
Let me undo these ropes and go on living without you
And not just change where I live
Go on get,” I said
I had my hopes of how I would be after sending them off,
After getting set free
But there's no such thing as living without their prowling
As you can see, having descended the hill,
I still look like me, I still wallow like Phil
And forever will
I'm teeming with ghosts and I'm still whining for wives,
I’m knitting my brow
But now I've surrendered
In fact, I have joined in
You can hear us howling
The Blow, Pt. 2
Oh Mikhaela, you have burned me
You have taken me and turned me into
A cloud of smoke lost on a humming wind
Were we wrestling or were we hugging?
And these backpacks we were lugging
What deep damage we have done,
You were my friend!
And, though the last three years were sunny,
Thunderclouds shaded my tummy
Now let the breeze be felt,
Let go my pale skin
Oh the blow!
Oh the blow, you have my hunger,
You have my quake, you have my thunder,
And when I turned to go, then you took my best friend
You omnivore, devouring blindly
I heard your slurping sounds behind me
As I ran, you took the joy out of giving in
I give up on your dark looming,
I see you, I say "Goodbye human
Now give him back, give it back
I want my own wind to blow!”
Universe Conclusion
We know there are
There are stars behind those stars
There are bands after this band
There are shows after this show
There are streets beyond those streets
There are towns beyond this town
There are hills beyond those hills
There are seas beyond those seas
There are stars behind those stars
There are skins beneath these shirts
There are hearts beneath those skins
There are hearts beneath those hearts
There are stars beyond those stars
There are nights darker than this night
There are nights after tonight
Black night is fallen,
The sun is gone to bed,
Black night, I am in your eyes,
Black night, take me, try
Black night, I'm at your side
Black night, I've become your bride
Oh, black night, take me inside,
For you have spread me wide
What use, wide eyes, in black night?
In black night's longer sight,
Take me inside!
Take me and make me wide, black night!
I feel your sword swoop past my ear,
I feel your cold, red palm open on my hand,
I feel you fangs upon my skin,
I feel the distance between us and them,
There are black nights beyond tonight!
There are stars beyond our sight!
Take me inside, open my eyes,
Take me dry, take me inside,
Make me yours and spread me wide, black night!
Spread me wide!
Black night, I have become your eyes,
In noon’s bright light, I am your spy
So where'd my life go?
Where'd I live my life?
How'd all my songs go so fast?
Why, oh why, did I think they're mine?
Black night, where are you, eyes?
In my mind, you rise in noon's light
So, I see headlights on the ridge of the hill,
Tears tear my eyes,
I won't start singing until this place is empty,
I won't stop singing until this place is empty,
Black night, I won't start singing 'til this place is clear
I won't give in out of fear,
I won't start singing until this place is empty,
I won't start singing until this place is empty
You're mine, black night,
Show me why
We Squirm
Do you seriously believe that you will not be a prisoner?
Do you insistently try over and over to seem free in your life,
In the ways that you treat your loves, and delights, and your troubles, and fights, and me?
Well let me say “Yeah, go ahead and try”
But I say you will be captive along with me
We're stuck in the muck of our hearts
And the fear that we'll find these feelings of ours start to seem like bars
So we squirm and sink deeper
Yes we wriggle into jail cells
But I say let feelings hold you
I say embrace your captors,
I say get to know them deep
Have no news you won't hear
Have no truths you won't tear
Have no hope that you'll find freedom
From your tyrant heart
My Favorite Things
When the dog barks, when the bee stings, when I’m feeling sad,
I start to remember all the other bee stings and dog bites I’ve angrily had
So I grit my teeth and I tear my hair out
And I clench my fists and, quivering, I stare out
The window of my fortress, hung in a tree,
And I promise I’ll sting if you ever find me
Silent Night
Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Tiny voices egg on the fight
Offering choices like mercy or might
Well outside, the wind in the trees
Roars that my war’s a disease
After N. Young
I'd like to shake your hand, disappointment
Looks like you win again but this time will be the last
And I'll not hold your hand and I'll not shake it again,
Disappointment, by now it has sunk in
You're not mine, I'm free at last,
Or so I say
Climb Over
Climb over the hill to where you hope to find nothing
Find it teeming with gold in the light
Be disappointed and glum, beat yourself like a drum
Yell out, "Who stole my silent night?"
Call in sorrow, your friend, ask her where has she been
And where does she head, left or right
Call compassion in, ask him "How are your kids?
And where are you guys crawling tonight?"
Bring hope along, have her sing you a song
Have her sing of her travels and flights
In fact, go ahead, call all travelers
Keep trying vainly to gather
Which direction things are headed and why
They won't tell you where they go, ‘cause they know you
They know that you stupidly hope to evade them
They say, "You can try
You can try and you'll be right on the brink until you die
And then you'll find there is nowhere to hide"
I Love You So Much!
"What do you love?"
I love it so much!
"What do you love?"
I love it so much!
"What do you love?"
I love it so much!
It takes withholding
"What do you love?"
I love it so much!
“What do you love?”
I’m not telling
"What do you hide?"
Just look at my face and know that I won't tell
"What do you love?"
Just look at my face and know that I won't tell
Know that I can’t say it, it’s too much to explain,
Or try to display it and I won’t give that shame
I love it so much!
"What do you love?"
Just hold out your hands
"What do you love?"
Just a show of hands
"What do you love?"
I love it so much
It takes withholding
I Have Been Told That My Skin Is Exceptionally Smooth
Should there be songs?
Should my hair be long?
Should my stare be strong?
Do nightmares belong in the prairie dawn?
Should thy prayers be bronzed?
Do I dare to fawn over fair-faced blondes?
Are affairs so wrong?
Do I stare? And I’m gone
Should there be bombs?
I have been told that my skin is exceptionally smooth
But what good is that when to get to my heart,
You have to crawl through long tunnels of sharp rock?
Thanksgiving
I give thanks again that long nights, though they're lonely,
Are lit by stars and end with suns that climb
And the moon will back me up on this, just look up
"Yeah, but the moon won't take you out to wine and dine!"
Oh yeah, I know, but there her hand is always on my shoulder
"Yeah, but every evening we still hear you whine and whine!"
But, like a sibling, I neglect her
And we have no choice, I'm hers and she is mine,
And she is yours, and you are hers, and we're each other’s
"Oh shut up Phil, you're just shouting empty rhymes!”
I know, I know the world's alone
This light's on loan
I know, I know, we’re all alone
Until we have grown old enough to pay it back
To pay back all our borrowed sunlight
When we grow
Old enough to pay it back with our gruesome rotting
And our lives are just long saggings of the spine,
So here I sit hunched over a candle in the black night
Thanksgiving, here I hug my sorrow tight
Great Ghosts
The Blow Pt. 2
Universe Conclusion
We Squirm
My Favorite Things
Silent Night
After N. Young
Climb Over
I Love You So Much!
I Have Been Told That My Skin Is Exceptionally Smooth
Thanksgiving
Great Ghosts
I had my hopes of how I would be after living in exile,
After closing your eyes to me
I even wrote scenes where I reemerged boldly
Bearded, alive, with eskimo eyes,
New baby on my back
But I didn't count the fact that I have ghosts in my mind
Stowaway, great ghosts of my life
Great ghosts of old wives
And they're howling
So I spent my wilderness time rolling on the ground,
Pulling my hair, and wrestling them off,
Yelling at no one, punching snow
I gathered ghosts and I gave them my lecture
I bid them away, I pleaded and cried
“There's no room in my life for you, or your howling
Let me undo these ropes and go on living without you
And not just change where I live
Go on get,” I said
I had my hopes of how I would be after sending them off,
After getting set free
But there's no such thing as living without their prowling
As you can see, having descended the hill,
I still look like me, I still wallow like Phil
And forever will
I'm teeming with ghosts and I'm still whining for wives,
I’m knitting my brow
But now I've surrendered
In fact, I have joined in
You can hear us howling
The Blow, Pt. 2
Oh Mikhaela, you have burned me
You have taken me and turned me into
A cloud of smoke lost on a humming wind
Were we wrestling or were we hugging?
And these backpacks we were lugging
What deep damage we have done,
You were my friend!
And, though the last three years were sunny,
Thunderclouds shaded my tummy
Now let the breeze be felt,
Let go my pale skin
Oh the blow!
Oh the blow, you have my hunger,
You have my quake, you have my thunder,
And when I turned to go, then you took my best friend
You omnivore, devouring blindly
I heard your slurping sounds behind me
As I ran, you took the joy out of giving in
I give up on your dark looming,
I see you, I say "Goodbye human
Now give him back, give it back
I want my own wind to blow!”
Universe Conclusion
We know there are
There are stars behind those stars
There are bands after this band
There are shows after this show
There are streets beyond those streets
There are towns beyond this town
There are hills beyond those hills
There are seas beyond those seas
There are stars behind those stars
There are skins beneath these shirts
There are hearts beneath those skins
There are hearts beneath those hearts
There are stars beyond those stars
There are nights darker than this night
There are nights after tonight
Black night is fallen,
The sun is gone to bed,
Black night, I am in your eyes,
Black night, take me, try
Black night, I'm at your side
Black night, I've become your bride
Oh, black night, take me inside,
For you have spread me wide
What use, wide eyes, in black night?
In black night's longer sight,
Take me inside!
Take me and make me wide, black night!
I feel your sword swoop past my ear,
I feel your cold, red palm open on my hand,
I feel you fangs upon my skin,
I feel the distance between us and them,
There are black nights beyond tonight!
There are stars beyond our sight!
Take me inside, open my eyes,
Take me dry, take me inside,
Make me yours and spread me wide, black night!
Spread me wide!
Black night, I have become your eyes,
In noon’s bright light, I am your spy
So where'd my life go?
Where'd I live my life?
How'd all my songs go so fast?
Why, oh why, did I think they're mine?
Black night, where are you, eyes?
In my mind, you rise in noon's light
So, I see headlights on the ridge of the hill,
Tears tear my eyes,
I won't start singing until this place is empty,
I won't stop singing until this place is empty,
Black night, I won't start singing 'til this place is clear
I won't give in out of fear,
I won't start singing until this place is empty,
I won't start singing until this place is empty
You're mine, black night,
Show me why
We Squirm
Do you seriously believe that you will not be a prisoner?
Do you insistently try over and over to seem free in your life,
In the ways that you treat your loves, and delights, and your troubles, and fights, and me?
Well let me say “Yeah, go ahead and try”
But I say you will be captive along with me
We're stuck in the muck of our hearts
And the fear that we'll find these feelings of ours start to seem like bars
So we squirm and sink deeper
Yes we wriggle into jail cells
But I say let feelings hold you
I say embrace your captors,
I say get to know them deep
Have no news you won't hear
Have no truths you won't tear
Have no hope that you'll find freedom
From your tyrant heart
My Favorite Things
When the dog barks, when the bee stings, when I’m feeling sad,
I start to remember all the other bee stings and dog bites I’ve angrily had
So I grit my teeth and I tear my hair out
And I clench my fists and, quivering, I stare out
The window of my fortress, hung in a tree,
And I promise I’ll sting if you ever find me
Silent Night
Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Tiny voices egg on the fight
Offering choices like mercy or might
Well outside, the wind in the trees
Roars that my war’s a disease
After N. Young
I'd like to shake your hand, disappointment
Looks like you win again but this time will be the last
And I'll not hold your hand and I'll not shake it again,
Disappointment, by now it has sunk in
You're not mine, I'm free at last,
Or so I say
Climb Over
Climb over the hill to where you hope to find nothing
Find it teeming with gold in the light
Be disappointed and glum, beat yourself like a drum
Yell out, "Who stole my silent night?"
Call in sorrow, your friend, ask her where has she been
And where does she head, left or right
Call compassion in, ask him "How are your kids?
And where are you guys crawling tonight?"
Bring hope along, have her sing you a song
Have her sing of her travels and flights
In fact, go ahead, call all travelers
Keep trying vainly to gather
Which direction things are headed and why
They won't tell you where they go, ‘cause they know you
They know that you stupidly hope to evade them
They say, "You can try
You can try and you'll be right on the brink until you die
And then you'll find there is nowhere to hide"
I Love You So Much!
"What do you love?"
I love it so much!
"What do you love?"
I love it so much!
"What do you love?"
I love it so much!
It takes withholding
"What do you love?"
I love it so much!
“What do you love?”
I’m not telling
"What do you hide?"
Just look at my face and know that I won't tell
"What do you love?"
Just look at my face and know that I won't tell
Know that I can’t say it, it’s too much to explain,
Or try to display it and I won’t give that shame
I love it so much!
"What do you love?"
Just hold out your hands
"What do you love?"
Just a show of hands
"What do you love?"
I love it so much
It takes withholding
I Have Been Told That My Skin Is Exceptionally Smooth
Should there be songs?
Should my hair be long?
Should my stare be strong?
Do nightmares belong in the prairie dawn?
Should thy prayers be bronzed?
Do I dare to fawn over fair-faced blondes?
Are affairs so wrong?
Do I stare? And I’m gone
Should there be bombs?
I have been told that my skin is exceptionally smooth
But what good is that when to get to my heart,
You have to crawl through long tunnels of sharp rock?
Thanksgiving
I give thanks again that long nights, though they're lonely,
Are lit by stars and end with suns that climb
And the moon will back me up on this, just look up
"Yeah, but the moon won't take you out to wine and dine!"
Oh yeah, I know, but there her hand is always on my shoulder
"Yeah, but every evening we still hear you whine and whine!"
But, like a sibling, I neglect her
And we have no choice, I'm hers and she is mine,
And she is yours, and you are hers, and we're each other’s
"Oh shut up Phil, you're just shouting empty rhymes!”
I know, I know the world's alone
This light's on loan
I know, I know, we’re all alone
Until we have grown old enough to pay it back
To pay back all our borrowed sunlight
When we grow
Old enough to pay it back with our gruesome rotting
And our lives are just long saggings of the spine,
So here I sit hunched over a candle in the black night
Thanksgiving, here I hug my sorrow tight