Sunday's Best

So who is the new toast of the town?
Who is new face of rage?
Why do need familar sound?
Why do we need another anthem for the crowd?

When did this get so hard?
If you think you're so smart,
Then tell how can anything
So good fall apart?
You say it got ????too dark.????
What does that mean anyway?

May 1st, Griffith Park,
Stayed up all night and talked
And talked and talked.
Locked our stuff in the car,
And for hours just walked
And walked and walked.

Congratulations. You're half the way there.

It's a victimless crime.
They say it all the time,
????Some things weren't meant to be.????
Maybe one day you'll find
That someone who shines.

For everything we got,
There's some thing we want
And want and want.
It's there in the dark.
We are now free to walk
And walk and walk.

Drank it up slowly
As I looked at the only
People in the room.
????It's ok to admit that
You have been laughed at,????
Said Mr. Deacon Blues.

Then some broken fool laughed
And hi-fived the bar back,
????I'll have another round.????
Raised it up to the ceiling, said
????This one with feeling.
What's the matter with this town.????

If I look like a mess. I must be a mess.

Kick snare and hi-hat,
Crushed cigarette pack,
2 is coming soon.
Kids on a wall plaque,
????AYSO Champs, Summer 1992.????

????Good hands don't deserve this.????
????Maybe someday you'll learn kid that
Silence is a sound.????
Raise it up to the ceiling,
????Make this one with feeling.????
We'll drink until we drown????

Turning on and off and on.

The girl you used to tease is
rolling up her sleeves.
She finds everything she needs
in the pages of the books she reads.

So angry all she tastes is flame.
Her heart it churns in beats like trains.

What you do and don't believe,
doesn't mean a thing to me.
Who we

I found the picture of us in the yard;
somethings are lost and somethings (I guess) get found.
You had that shirt onyou loved the Cars.
You always wore it. I never got that sound.
You had that cat... Just what was its name?
I can't remember. It's not important now.
I never wonder where you are now.
I just forgot it. Maybe I should write shit down?

Was that the day I lost your keys
when we were stoned at the beach?
Maybe someday you'll let me know.

There was a summer, dazed in the sun
until September... Its not important now.
When was your birthday? Pearl Harbor Day?
And I forgot it. Next time I'll write it down.
I hate nostagia. It tries too hard
to remember only the easy parts.
Now I wonder where you are now.
I can't forget it. Now that I wrote it down?

Was that the day my calls were screened
(I saw the caller ID)?

Was that the day that I was seen
kissing your friend on 3rd Street?
I never thought that I was mean.
How could I have not seen?
Maybe someday I'll let you know.

That was the day, that was the scene.
I just rewrote the ending.

So who is the new toast of the town?
Who is new face of rage?
Why do need familar sound?
Why do we need another anthem for the crowd?

Go before we both start to say some mean shit
that we can not let go. You know it's broke.
I am such a train wreck.

Getting attention but forgetting lessons I know.
Remembering presents and cleaning up messes I don't.
These are the things that separate you and me
that's why I'm telling you so:
animal-shaped hedges and white, picket fences unknown.

I know alone.

Ignoring caresses and putting up defenses I know.
Subtle persuation and communication I don't.
I broke its wings and tried to teach it to sing...
maybe i should have known.

Do you want to see how much I can take?
Can't you just leave bad enough alone?

Hey, even if your world stops now,
it wouldn't mean anything. I'm sad to say,
because all splashes are ripples from the distance
then rings of waves...

Turn them a deaf ear.

I figured it out; now I'm tired.
I'm putting my arms down and turning away.
And the sound? I'm sure there are mouths moving
but I can't hear anything. Not today...

Get it off my back.
I'm bruise-blue from all my abuses.

Let's make a list of our abuses,
swindles and violated truces.
Let's count up the scars and fading bruises; we've no shame.

Let's spread this loot out on the table.
You see yourself as new Abel?
Think you've met some true criminals?
You just wait.

You think you are so smart.

You think this is the hard part?
We've only just begun to see the ugliness start...

Learn to celebrate corruption.
Dig in deep to your dysfunction.
Save the judgements and assumptions-
there's no blame.

Just one kiss before it starts?

We packed up and moved 'cross town,
leaving Los Feliz, Griffith Park,
and the breakfast spots where we used to haunt.
The shine of Hillhurst days:
broken windows of my car,
neighbors setting off their fire alarms,
crisp nights you could feel.
Remember the view from the hill?
Moon dividing up the man-made lake...

Don't forget those days we stayed in to escape the race.
Days we hid from the phone and made out.
Left the world alone.

We were standing in the light,
hoping to catch a glimpse of what we thought was right.

Thursday night at Bigfoot Lodge,
rubbing shoulders with the slobs????
Passed us a Walker on the rocks.
Crisp nights too unreal????

We are standing in the light,
waiting to catch a glimpse of what we know is right.

I remember my old Beethoven Street:
with the market on the corner always closed.
A place that will never change in time;
when you find it you can tell that it's mine.

Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn,
motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark????

I knew I could never really leave:
there's a handprint on the sidewalk I've outgrown.
In a place that I will always call my home...
Never forget it. Never leave it alone

Never let it go now.
You know Beethoven was my own.

Let's make a list of our abuses,
swindles and violated truces.
Let's count up the scars and fading bruises; we've no shame.

Let's spread this loot out on the table.
You see yourself as new Abel?
Think you've met some true criminals?
You just wait.

You think you are so smart.

You think this is the hard part?
We've only just begun to see the ugliness start...

Learn to celebrate corruption.
Dig in deep to your dysfunction.
Save the judgements and assumptions-
there's no blame.

Just one kiss before it starts?

Sell off your fables, stitch on their labels, I don't mind.

Hooray for Hollywood,
The drinks are free and the handshakes mean your good. Hooray????
Parade around the room,
where finger-points mean your singing the same tune.
You've impressed all the suits.

You can re-shoot these scenes,
rewrite the place and time.
Did you forget the things?
They're always on my mind.
Give it time.

Hooray for the brand new you,
just another fool who lines the avenue. Hooray for gratitude....
Now you're nobody's news,
came all this way and no closer to the truth. Hooray for attitude...

I wish today was not the same tired routine we always do.
Let's trade it all for a shot in the shade.
Ever see The Getaway?
I'll be McQueen, you'll be Ali MacGraw; we'll fight the law.
So what do you say?

We'll drink us silly way too soon,
and start a fight at the bar:
a life of cigarettes and spoons...
Would that be all right?

I don't care about the cash or what they'll take in trade.
I thought I heard you say,

Say what you want to.
So what does that prove?
In the end, we will see our truth.
I'll hand it to you,
you sure had me fooled.
You sure you want my truth?

You've heard it all before.

All the things that you have.
All the things that you had:
Was it really so bad?
We did what we had to.
So why do I miss you?

I heard what you said, but I know how you think.
Just know that no one's ever going to take it away????

You were right.
You're still right.