God’s Footstool (1992)

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1.    GOD’S FOOTSTOOL
2.    WON’T BE LONG NOW
3.    (TAKE ME TO THE ) LIMIT OF LOVE
4.    THUMBELINA FAREWELL
5.    BRUNSWICK AVENUE BLUES
6.    (DON’T FORGET THE) COMPLICATED CHILD
7.    BUTCHER SHOP
8.    DREAMS FOR SALE
9.    POT FULL O’MONEY
10.    ALLISON
11.    LITTLE DOGGIE
12.    HOPE I DON’T HAVE TO TELL YA
13.    SING THE SONG

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GOD’S FOOTSTOOL

It’s an open and shut case, it’s a lowdown dirty deal
With an airtight lock and a foolproof seal
You come in on your head, shrivelled-up and red
Go out on your back in a cemetery sack

See the angels sing, hear the sirens ring
See the serpent in the shelter of a tree, slithering
You go back to try the door that you came in before
But all you do is find that it ain’t there anymore

And you know you might be very big, it’s true
But there’s always something in this world that’s bigger than you
And the world ain’t nothing more than God’s footstool

Prisoners and pensioners, businessmen, gurus
Monkey, horses, polar bears and kangaroos
All boilin’ in a pot with an iron lid on top
Waitin’ in the dark for the other shoe to drop

You’ll never understand the hand that orchestrates the dawn
Nor what lurks behind the curtain the sky is painted on
The only thing you know is that there’s nothing you can know
Still you’re determined just to push it all as far as it can go

And you know you might be very big, it’s true
But there’s always something in this world that’s bigger than you
And the world ain’t nothing more than God’s footstool

Churnin’ and a-whirlin’, you’ve been burnin’ with a yearnin’
to be learnin’ why it all keeps turnin’
Round and round, round and round, round and round

Collisions and catastrophes, bones and accidents
Flesh and blood tragedies fillin’ up your pants
You go crawl beneath the moon, the ivory moon
But you’re always too late, or always too soon

You go down to the crossroads where there’s no sanctuary
Where the wind won’t lay down and the dead don’t stay buried
You search through your pockets and sift through your sleep
For the voice that is yours, but never to keep

And you know you may be very big, it’s true
But there’s always something in this world that’s bigger than you
And the world ain’t nothing more than God’s footstool

Churnin’ and a-whirlin’, you been burnin’ with the yearnin’
to be learnin’ why it all keeps turnin’
Round and round, round and round, round and round.

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WON’T BE LONG NOW

The councilman and the local priest were
Havin’ dinner with a big entrepreneur
Speakin’ in voices loud as money:
“Can I have a little more sugar, honey?”
Joyfully discussing all the deals they’d make
When the priest choked on a piece of steak
As he fell to the floor he was heard to hiss:
“Lord God, don’t I deserve a better death than this?”
Rome burned down while Nero fiddled
The stars up above were non-commital
Everybody else was out collectin’ debts
Went home and got fried to death in their beds
Now they’re sellin’ tickets, empires collapsin’
It’s the end of the line, democracy’s last gasp, it’s
Like an accident on the highway
Don’t wanna stare but you can’t look away

“And it won’t be long now,” said Black Elk to Geronimo
“It’s been a long, lonely road, but it won’t be long
It won’t be long now, no.”

A media conglomerate man named Tim
With a network of slaves workin’ underneath him
Sat up in his office late one night
Where the money is green and everybody is white
Sayin’ “People, people, people can ya help me on this
We need an image that’ll hit’em in the face like a fist
We got the riot footage, got the cannibal case
Got the blind woman cryin’ at her daughter’s grave
We wanna work’em in a rage and keep them in cages
Livin’ in fear every minute of the day”
When in through the door came the answer to his dreams
A charismatic candidate named Dean
Sayin’ “What this country needs is a mind like mine
Cut away the deadwood, see the bottom line!”
Talkin’ ‘bout a world where everybody’s free
Sounded more like Germany in 1933.

“But it won’t be long now,” said Black Elk to Geronimo
“It’s been a long, hard, lonely road, but it won’t be long
It won’t be long now, no.”

It was on the side of town where no-one hangs around
Unless they plan on stayin’ for the rest of their lives
Or on leavin’ feet first when the morning comes around
Pennies over top of their eyes
Still no-one could believe it when the bottom dropped out
Till they seen it on the news
You know it took a years to build that fire
Took a match to light the fuse
And the cops all think it’s just one big joke
If brains were money they’d all be broke
Sayin’ “Let’em fight it out, they don’t need our help
Give’em enough time and they’ll exterminate themselves”
While another well-known patriot
Says “You know, I ain’t no racist, but – ”
Bombs and explosions, governmental slaves
Tatooing numbers on newly born babies
As the whip came down, and the screams filled the night
And the ship foundered once, then sank out of sight

“And it won’t be long now,” said Black Elk to Geronimo
“It’s been a long, hard, lonely road, but it won’t be long
It won’t be long now, no.”

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(TAKE ME TO THE ) LIMIT OF LOVE

I wanna live love, right to the limit
If you can take it I can give it, honey, I don’t care
You gotta give love if you wanna live it
Take me to the limit of love

I wanna know ya, oh I wanna show ya
What I’m gonna do when the lights go out
I’m gonna touch ya, just enough to
Take you to the limit of love

I don’t know why everybody’s cryin’
When heaven’s right within our reach
No, b-b-b-baby baby I ain’t lyin’

I wanna thrill ya, I wanna fill ya
With the ever-lovin’ fury from the other side
I’m gonna hold ya, in my arm enfold ya
Take you to the limit of love

Well I tried and I tried till I could not try any harder
Makin’ love’s so much more fine
if you have a partner

I wanna feel love, oh I want a real love
Not the kind of junk that you get for free
Don’t wanna miss it, wanna feel it every minute
Take me to the limit of love

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THUMBELINA FAREWELL

Farewell Thumbelina, your dream has come at last
It was all you ever wanted, now it’s all you’ll ever have
Many loved your beauty, many loved your grace
I loved you for the courage that you showed
in a lonely place

And the longing that was yours to bear
You bore it oh so well
Farewell Thumbelina, Thumbelina farewell.

Farewell Thumbelina, standing half-undressed
Beneath the yellow circus spotlight, before the hungry audience
You were surrounded by shadows, each one battling for control
You fed upon their dark promises
they fed upon your soul;

And you loved them like you’d love a lover
And they loved you like they love something they sell
Farewell Thumbelina, Thumbelina farewell.

Now the circus is deserted where once you thrilled the crowds
They’ve packed away the tents, there is no audience
the spotlight’s been turned out
Many say you were a hero, many say you were a victim of fame
Nobody wants to see that you were just another one
on the losin’ end of a losin’ game

As for me, I’ll do my best
to keep your secret well
Farewell Thumbelina, Thumbelina farewell

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BRUNSWICK AVENUE BLUES

Everybody wants to be a big star
Everybody thinks they’re gonna go far
Just a pretty face and a guitar
is all you need to score

Everybody wants to be a big name
Everybody knows the game’s insane
Still they go ahead and play it anyway
but no-one knows what for

Everybody’s talkin’ about Jesus
Everybody’s tryin’ to feed their egos
With their Bankamericards and their Visas
and a bucket full of fruit

Everybody’s searchin’ for the garden
Everybody’s waitin” to be pardoned
With a suitcase full of the blues and a hard-on
in a blue seersucker suit

Everybody’s lookin’ for protection
Everybody needs some direction
Everybody believes they’re next in
line for the big time

Everybody wants to be the big man
Everybody’s tryin’ to get sun-tanned
Listenin’ to their own fan
club screamin’ in their ears

Everybody wants to get a medal
For bein’ such a clever little fellow
Everybody wants a Lincoln Continental
with the trunk full of cold beers

Everybody’s tryin’ to get to heaven
With a holy bible and a nuclear weapon
Shoved down their pants with the president”s blessing
lubricated with a bottle of tears

Everybody’s lookin’ for connections
Everybody needs some direction
Everybody believes they’re next in
line for the big time

Now everybody’s thinkin’ ‘bout money
Still everybody still goes to bed hungry
Everybody says they think that’s funny
but no-one’s laughin’ much

Everybody’s lookin for another
Way to get some bread and butter
Everybody’s lookin’ for their mother
or an inexpensive crutch

Everybody’s always in a hurry
Like they’re runnin’ in the Kentucky Derby
Everybody’s nervous as a turkey
on Thanksgiving day

Everybody knows their days are numbered
Still nobody even stops to wonder
Till they’re buried six feet under
in a silk upholstered crate

Everybody lookin’ for protection
Everybody needs some direction
Everybody believes they’re next in
line for the big time

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(DON’T FORGET THE) COMPLICATED CHILD

Don’t forget the complicated child
Don’t forget the complicated child
She sits so still inside somewhere
that you might forget she’s there
Don’t forget the complicated child

Pay tribute in your breathin’ everyday
Pay tribute in your breathing everyday
She don’t ask for much
no not for much, just for your touch
Don’t forget the complicated child

Oh have you ever seen the sun shine so bright?
Everything’s in transit to a place beyond our sight
Fallin’ and arising, immaculately guided
Everything has been provided
for a life of luxury

But don’t forget the complicated child
Don’t forget the complicated child
You may not see the sense of it
but everything depends on it
Don’t forget the complicated child

Midnight on the mountain, there’s a man upon a throne
He’s rulin’ with an iron fist, his heart is made of stone
Everyone’s preparing for the great unveiling
As those mighty ships so sailing
through the green hypnotic sea

But don’t forget the complicated child
Don’t forget the complicated child
She sits so still inside somewhere
that you might forget she’s there
Don’t forget the complicated child

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BUTCHER SHOP

You been completely disconnected
you been lost amongst the throng
You been hearin’ it and tellin’ it
and sellin’ it for a song
Everytime you’ve been alone
you’ve been wishin’you were with them
Everytime that you’ve been with them
you’ve been wishin’ you were alone
But mostly you’ve been wishin’
that you were a stone
a-sleepin’ at the bottom of the ocean

And after awhile, it gets hard to tell
the difference between yourself
And that book upon the shelf
or that guy out in the street
Or some bloody hunk of meat
hangin’ in the window of a butcher shop
You’ve been hangin’ in the window of a butcher shop

You spend your days in schemin’
payin’ off your demons
But you know they’ll never leave ya
don’t make no mistake about it
You know you got a mind
because you’re always tryin’ to blind it
Half the time you’re thinkin’
you’d be better off without it

And mostly you’re just lookin’
for a hole to disappear in
Some quivering mindless mass of flesh
for you to throw your fear in
You’re at the wheel, Boy Wonder,
but you’re not sure how to steer it
So mostly you’re just lookin’
for a hole to disappear in

And after awhile it gets hard to tell
the difference between yourself
And that book upon the shelf
or some guy out in the street
Or some bloody hunk of meat
hangin’ in the the window of a butcher shop
You been hangin’ in the window of a butcher shop

So you go dress up in your suit
but you’d just rather grow some roots
And hang around inside the forest
till someone comes along and cuts ya
You know you got a heart
‘cause you’re always trying to outsmart it
It might as well be made of wood
for all the good it does ya

And mostly you’re just lookin’
for a mirror to see yourself in
Your love is blind but your hate has got
the memory of an elephant
You heard the Sermon on the Mount
but you failed to see the relevance
So mostly you’re just lookin’
for a mirror to see yourself in

And after awhile it gets hard to tell
the difference between yourself
and that book upon yourself
Or some guy out in the street
or some bloody hunk of meat
Hangin’ in the window of a butcher shop

You been hangin’
You been hangin’
You been hangin’ in the window of a butcher shop

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DREAMS FOR SALE

Tangled up in limbo, sendin’ messages of distress
Drop it in the bottle, throw it in the water, Special D. to my address
And this time I won’t lie to you and say that I did my best
As the wind song still calls your name

Down in Paralytic City everybody’s someone’s guest
In dark hotels blinded by the light of too much hope or hopelessness
They’re makin’ love to memories they curse, then finally bless
As the wind song still calls your name

‘Dreams for Sale’ says the sign on the window
‘Body for Hire’ reads the words on the road
To the church where the parking lot sign
says ‘No Free Parking at Any Time’

“We come from different worlds,” she said, “our paths will never meet
We can accept this and move on, or stay and prepare for our defeat
But it won’t be the flames that win this time – no, something more fatal and discreet”
As the wind song still calls your name

‘Dreams for Sale’ says the sign on the window
‘Body for Hire’ reads the words on the road
To the church where the parking lot sign
says ‘No Free Parking at Any Time’

Now they search for explanations like they once sought for the Grail
But you know they’ll never turn around to face the mirror until all else has failed
Till then we’ll just have to contain ourselves while the lumberjacks prevail
And the wind song still calls your name

Oh I’m sorry darling if I seem to clip the wings
Of the plans that we’d agreed upon and the good you’d hoped they’d bring
It’s just a sentimental love I have for all these broken things
But the wind song still calls your name
And the wind song still calls your name

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POT FULL O’MONEY

There once was a man and he lived all alone
Because he believed that he suffered from the greatest pain ever known
Anytime anyone would come and try to lend a helping hand
He’d always say “Don’t bother, you could never understand”

There once was a woman and her name was Sue
Who had all the time in the world and nothing in particular to do
So she joined forces with a guy named Dan
And from that time onward neither one of them was ever seen again

Oh my darlin’! Oh my honey!
I’m gonna get you a pot full o’ money
Oh my sweet thing! Oh my plaything!
You mean everything to me

There once was a man who believed he could speak with the dead
Through a mechanical apparatus which was attached to his head
He took what they told him and he made it known far and wide
And never once suspected that they only told him lies;

There once was a guy and his name was Jim
Who always wondered why the joke always had to be on him
Till he met a very wise man said one day who said: “You know, it wouldn’t hurt
If every once in a while, Jim, you changed your shirt”

Oh my darlin’! Oh my honey!
I’m gonna get you a pot full o’ money
Oh my sweet thing! Oh my plaything!
You mean everything to me

There one was a boy and his name was Yawn
Who spent his time tryin’ to figure out what the hell was goin’ on
But everybody that he asked just said “Shut up! Get out of here, kid!”
So one day that’s exactly what he did

Oh my darlin’! Oh my honey!
I’m gonna get you a pot full o’money
Oh my sweet thing! Oh my plaything!
You mean everything to me

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ALLISON

I’ve never been one to philosophize
I just take it as it comes or let it go by
A new world is born for each old one that dies
and the weathervane rotates on the chapel

By the mad ruthless hunters the meek are pursued
But it’s not need nor not hunger that’s pullin’ me through
Just the way that the sky takes its colours from you
and the way the sun feeds on your shadows

Allison, I love the way that you move
out of time with this world
Allison, and how you keep hangin’ on
the way you keep hangin’ on

From a prevous lifetime I was out on parole
Sent to a strange kingdom to gain back my soul
Where the angels get caught in nets cast by the trolls
who stand on the top of the mountains;

I saw you alone in a gathering of men
Each one of them wanted to be more than your friend
They all looked to you, but you looked beyond them
and I knew then and there that I’d found it

Allison, I love the way that you move
out of time with this world
Allison, and how you keep hangin’ on
the way you keep hangin’ on

Now the sun’s comin’ up and I’m on my way
To where I hear your voice callin’ from far ’cross the waves
Each moment’s in flames, every movement’s engraved
on the eyes of the unseen observer

And the true faithful heart that you sought on your quest
Did I happen to mention I found it last?
It’s yours for the taking, you don’t have to ask
just tell me where you want it delivered

Allison, I love the way that you move
out of time with this world
Allison, and how you keep hangin’ on
the way you keep hangin’ on

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LITTLE DOGGIE

Little doggie on the street
Smiles at everyone he meets
With his furry coat of white and brown
With his “Woof woof woof!” and his “Bow wow wow!”

Little doggie on a bright summer day
Playin’ with somethin’ someone else threw away
Sniffin’ through the garbage pail
With his big long nose and his little short tail

Little doggie runnin’ around
Lookin’ for the kids at night in the ol’ playground
Scratchin’ and a-sniffin’, barkin’ at the clouds
Runnin’ down the pavement with his tongue hangin’ out

Little doggie, ooh-ooh
Little doggie, ooh-ooh;

Little doggie sleepin’ in the sand
Don’t need no job for to pay his rent
’Cause he’s got no pockets for to put money in
He eats his food then he wonders where it went

Little doggie, ooh-ooh
Little doggie, ooh-ooh

Little doggie, look my way
I’m so happy I ran into you today
You reminded me of something I forgot
Little doggie, thanks a lot

Little doggie, ooh-ooh
Little doggie, ooh-ooh

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HOPE I DON’T HAVE TO TELL YA

There’s a madman in the castle
there’s poison in the well
You need a glove to touch your love
and a drug to calm yourself
Somebody repossessed your future
when you were sleepin’ in your chair
You can laugh or cry or paint a sign
but things’ll never be the way they were
It’s all been confiscated
it’s all been bought and sold
Is there nothing we can do but sit around
and watch it all unfold?

And I hope I don’t have to tell ya
I hope I don’t have to tell ya
I hope I don’t have to tell ya
What’s goin’ on;

Everybody knows it’s a democracy
everybody knows they got a voice
Everybody’s free to be exploited
by the tyrant of their choice
Mightier is the pen than the sword
mightier still is the buck
A hundred thousand dollars a year
does amazing things for your luck
Well it’s one step closer to chaos
my country right or wrong
Where everybody’s equal
if they stay where they belong

And I hope I don’t have to tell ya
I hope I don’t have to tell ya
I hope I don’t have to tell ya
What’s goin’ on

It’s either you or me now
it’s either them or us
It’s already been decided
it’s already been discussed
There ain’t no good or bad guys
just subtle shades of grey
Nothing is disgraceful
if it’s the business of the day
But somewhere there’s a sky that’s crumblin’
somewhere the roof is cavin’ in
Somewhere there’s a door that’s closin’
that’s never gonna open up again

And I hope I don’t have to tell ya
I hope I don’t have to tell ya
I hope I don’t have to tell ya
What’s goin’ on

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SING THE SONG

Sing the song that you are born with
Sing it long and loud and strong and clear
You always used to wonder where you were goin’
But now you know that you are here

Here among the broken and the battered
Here amongst the lost and the diseased
You always wondered what it was that mattered
Now you’re wonderin’ when they’ll let you off your knees

So sing the song wherever you are layin’
In the ditch or in a brass four poster bed
Atop the Taj Mahal with both arms wavin’
Or in Alaska travellin’ on a sled

Well there’s not too much goin’ on in the Red Square tonight
And there’s not too much goin’ on in Bethlehem
There’s not too much goin’ on anywhere tonight
Just that the spectacle of life keeps changin’ hands;

You always thought that you were such a failure
All because you found there was no guarantees
You always idolized the sailor
You never tried to love the sea

So sing the song for all the ones you murdered
With good intentions or by accident
Sing the song just to tell her that you heard her
Even though you still don’t know what it was she meant

Now everybody’s so afraid of what they’ve made you
In that place where self-awareness is a sin
You tried to hide your past but it betrayed you
Like a broken bone protruding through your skin

So sing the song that you may someday foster
That peaceful calm that enables you to smile
When they tell you you’re a monster
And they treat you like a child

And sing the song though both your jaws be broken
Sing the song from your wheelchair on the beach
Sing the song for the door that never opens
For that distant star forever out of reach

Now you’re feelin’ so much older, so much poorer
And you’re prayin’ for someone to guide your way
Like some neo-Nazi mourning for Der Feurher
Or some little test tube child on Mother’s Day

But you cannot get to heaven on the go-bus
And you cannot rebuild Eden on your lawn
Because your king got crucified down in Las Vegas
And his bones are on display in Washington

So sing the song for all the ones who’ve vanished
Sing the song for the ones still yet to come
Sing the song in Spanish or sign language
To be translated by the deaf and dumb

Now the militiamen from Hades are invading
To destroy the truths that make them seem so small
They’re tearing down the temples and replacing
All your favourite childhood haunts with shopping malls

But still some morbid fascination sends you wanderin’
Back to that dark place where your memories lost their names
Where time is not remembered nor forgotten
And everything’s unfinished or in flames

So sing the song from deep in the heart of nowhere
Let it echo through your vault of stainless steel
For the crippled Christ who hobbles through your nightmare
For the ladybug you crush beneath your heel

Now you’ve heard the rumours that all these changing seasons
Must someday lead all living things unto their end
And yet you find you’re quite content for no good reason
Except for the fact that you are quite content

So sing the song to serve as a reminder
Of what it is to love in vain
For you know someday maybe when you’re blinder
You’ll be singin’ it again

And sing the song because it is forever
Sing the song as the morning sun grows dim
Sing the song for after all there’s nothing better
Sing the song then stop, then start again
Sing the song then stop, then start again

Then stop, and let the silence start again

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