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LYRICS

Son of Ojito

1. If the Trees Had Feet
2. Constant Longing
3. Fatalist and Optimist
4. Old Man Elevator
5. Baba Baba
6. Lust
7. Because
8. Hey
9. Oh Now All the Time
10. The Cash You Have
11. Way of Life
12. Sing It
13. Streetlights Playing Dixie
14. The Cat's Meowing


 

IF THE TREES HAD FEET

I'm an old dead beetle lost under the glass
And you can't see me no more
Trod my feet on under the black sky
It's the middle of the time just before

I'm an old man no matter how hard I try
The page won't stop
We write another line
I'm more the same and the moon's crazy shine
Follows me and won't be left behind

If the trees had feet then they would walk
Swaying from side to side
If I had roots I would rustle my leaves
All the nighttime

The sky hauls down
A black morass
I look and I stare
The wind hauls in with its eddies in tow
It is neither here nor there

I'm an old man no matter how young I get
I've got layer upon layer of it
And you can't see but you know what I mean
It's a filter, a shield or a screen

Beat your pans with a wooden spoon
Sing loud and out of key
Come after me down Bryant St
With the sparks and the stars and the cold wet air
Trailing you and me

CONSTANT LONGING

I am a man of constant longing
I've known sorrow and relief
And hard by the Gulf of Mexico
I know love and clemency

Rise up now all restless figures
High noon is coming round
Grab a scene from Carolina
And chase them to the ground

Rise up now all willing victims
Run them from your eyes
Eighty miles in you'll sweep
And eighty miles wide

And in the old sand flats
Where our mothers sleep
To the farthest reaches
Of conspiracy

From the mountains sweet
To the country deep
I am longing and longing
And longing and longing

I'm going off now with this ring through my nose
I'm going off now with this ring through my nose
I'm going off now with this ring through my nose
When you see me coming
Man you better go

I am strong but I am tired
I am strong but I am tired
I'm happy with my life
But I've got old desires
I've been working all my life
I am strong but I am tired

There's no house up on that hill
There's no house up on that hill
There's no house up on that hill
This is Clearwater, man, there ain't no hills
And I'm rolling on besides
I still got my pride

I am a man of constant longing
For trouble or for grace
I want to pride myself on my fury
Settle myself in peace
And travel the world
I am longing to be
I am
I was longing to be
I am

FATALIST AND OPTIMIST

At the ripe old age of twenty-nine
I'm a fatalist and optimist combined
I'll be your penny pincher till we get old
But one of these days we'll die
 
In the cemetery I'll make my plot
My obituary and all that rot
But one of these days it'll be that time and I will fall
 
When the curtain falls to break your back
Or the car drives too fast
Or the counselor said the wrong words into your ear
 
It's not preordained, it's just because
It happened to the best of us
And the apple of your eye
Rotted while you sighed
 
In the history of who knows when
It was picked apart again, again
But the knobby knees of those men ceased to knock
 
I don't want to die when I am young
Someday we will have had enough
Like buckshot I am willing to be free
 
At the ripe old age of twenty-nine
I've been counting sheep to pass the time
Like you and I they are willing to be free
 
At the ripe old age of twenty-nine
I'm a fatalist and optimist combined
I'll be your penny pincher till we get old
But one of these days we'll die
 
At the ripe old age of twenty-nine
I'm a fatalist and optimist combined
And death is just a factor,
We are alive.

OLD MAN ELEVATOR

Playing little games and rolling pins down the long hill
Everybody wants a chance still
Greetings from Kansas, Santa Cruz, Venezuela
Someday I'll see you all again

And the rain comes down on Florida
Like basketballs or wet balloons
And splatters on the streets or on the cars
And rising up it fills the air
Mold is growing everywhere
And all around the sky just fills with stars, stars, stars

You ride old man elevator
To the top of the world
And look down at the people there
With their ugly cars and their mean wives
And know that they are beautiful
 
Mountains running from a shadow
Like people scared or people baffled
All the time are as if it makes sense
The wind is heavy, the clouds are flying
Cats are catching, moles are dying
And the air is like a blanket or a fence
Giving up your favorite channels
For a stack of words or an empty room
Or a cabin full of paradigms and rust
Pages turn to stories, turn to novels, turn to trilogies
Turn to classics or to loving, or to dust, dust, dust
 
You ride old man elevator
To the top of the world
And look down at the people there
With their ugly cars and their mean wives
And know that they are beautiful
 
Counting all the writing tools
I've used up since I was small
Is an exercise in pride and gravity
And houses born from mixing neighbors
Granting wishes or moving trucks
We are home and will be home again.
Chamomile and clovers
Daffodils and daisy strands
And hills of grass turned to hay
And the sun comes down on Florida
Like guitars or a marching drum
And beats the rhythm
As I play, play, play
 
You ride old man elevator to the top of the world
And look down at the people there
With their ugly cars, and their cold stares
And know that they are beautiful
 
BABA BABA

She was waltzing with seventeen seconds to spare
She had a long memory and malicious stare
She had bows tying back her graying hair
And when the band played a march she just stood and stared
 
There's an old cow grazing in the fields at night
There's an old saw singing everything's all right
There's a waltz for pretenders and a waltz for you
I am drumming on my matchbox 3, 1, 2
 
And it's a hard time, but they don't care
It's the cold hand of fate looking for its mate
Groping and rummaging everywhere
 
Baba Baba
Give me a smile
Come on, Baba, it's worth your while
 
And she was standing
By the cold flat bar
She didn't drink
She was looking hard
 
And he chuckled
Too soft to see
You could hear it
By the way he breathed
 
And it's a play now
Four acts, two sets
And between the lines
The words had sex
 
Never has a whistle lasted for so long
Not one missing link has been so strong
No other march has gone so wrong
This farce, this farce is so headstrong
 
And it's the North Pole
And the South Pole too
It's the Western Horizon
Looking for you
 
And she's a strong one
And she lives
And it's you
That she takes and gives.
 
She was waltzing with seventeen seconds to spare
She had a long memory and malicious stare
She had bows tying back her graying hair
And when the band played a march she just stood and stared.
 
LUST

I am jittery and olden in the cold air
Like Cote de Neige, Cleveland or the sea
The valley's rising up to meet the mountains
We passed your shelter on the way to Tennessee

And if you drive a little closer
You are liable to bend her
If you sing a little louder
You won't be such a sinner
And if your cummerbund is broken
Because of last night's freeze
Your girl's just disappointed
As she's dusting off her knees

And our shovels all were paused
But we all have our reasons
For pissing in the breeze

The busload of servants
Just drove the last one down
They have seen the mountain
But they're not coming 'round
And we all want to love this place
But we can't 
And we don't 
But we do