Lyrics – 33 1/3 Grand Street

Gingerman
You loved the girl who loved the man
Who slipped away under the sand.

Open your eyes and you’ll understand
Who broke your back, the gingerman
We are only learning to dive
You learned it all when you were five
Holding your breath to stay alive
Escape from the heat under a fan
Learning to love your Uncle Sam
We are only learning to dive
You loved the girl who loved the man
Who slipped away under the sand

Open your eyes I bet you’d understand
Who broke your back, the gingerman
The sign on the door deserves a hand

Holding your breath to be a man
But down on the floor you’ll realise
The caterpillar-crawls and butter-flies
Escape from the heat under the fire
Learning to love our Uncle Sam
We are only learning to dive
Alison, the carousel
Broken hearts are not for sale.

Leave me here, I understand
Foreign girls are in demand
Alison, the carousel
Broken hearts will never sell
Leave me here, I understand
Foreign girls are in demand
Demand, in demand, demand
In demand, in demand
And we are only learning to dive
We are only learning to dive
We were barley learning to dive

Obi’s Chair
Fire under your feet
The sensual toe tapping of your street

It’s torn asunder, it’s torn
It’s in the tombs where lovers meet and
They curse the gods that they would seek another
It may come later, it may
For most of us the summer sun
Bikini lines aren’t having any fun
For most of us who learn to wait
Get left behind in providence too late
It’s out and over, and out
It’s carpet burns but we’re discrete
We haven’t learned to hide our faces when we meet
And all those things you stole from me
I gave them back to your family
But they don’t know
What’s got into you
‘Cause you forgot to tell them that we’re through
Fire…

Songs My Mother Taught Me
What a weight it was off you
And your silence saw me though
If you come up here you’ll see
What a mess we’ve made of this
Before you start turning again
Before you start turning away
Before,you had something to say

I believe I heard it once
In violence and tortured sons
We hold it out into debate,

And realise we’ve come to late.
All I can hear is the songs my mother taught me
You’re the friend I needed most
You’re the friend I needed close

But we let it slip again
And it’s all broken now you said
Before you start turning again
Before you start turning away
Before you have something to say
I believe I heard it once
In violence and tortured sons
We hold it out into debate

And realise we’ve come to late
All I can hear is the songs my mother taught
All I can hear is the songs my mother taught
All I can hear is the songs my mother taught me

It Beats Me
Did I watch you wash away your life
And polish up your forks and knives
And left the kitchen crystal clear
Did you put me in my resting place
Beside the cups there was no place for fear
There’s someone calling for me
Just seeing you talk
Don’t listen to me
We’ve been through the hoops
Before, you know, it beats me

Did I watch you wash away your life
And polish up the forks and knifes
And I watch the crystal disappear
Did I try to run to your defense
And make some jokes at my expense
And watch you boil some water for the sake of it
There’s someone calling for me
Just seeing you talk
Don’t listen to me
There’s someone it’s colm for me
Just seeing you talk – you don’t listen to me,
Hail Mary, motherless grace
Hail Mary, marvelous grace

Suzanne
She thinks intuition
Is a feeling in her gut
What we got tired of waiting for ya,
She’ll never have enough
Suzanne, Suzanna
She thinks I’m an innocent
But I’ve been ’round the block
And it keeps moving uptown
So I guess I’ll never stop
Suzanne, Suzanna
Suzanne, Suzanna
But while you’re gone you’ll never find the girl you ought to find
Now we’re here we get to cough it all up
Always want the best for her
We start and then we stop
You could hold her hand right now
C’mon, show us what you got
Yeah Suzanne, Suzanna
Everyone here’s a movie star
But no-one knows which one they are
Were you the one
I could’ve written your part
Suzanne, Suzanna
Suzanne, Suzanna
When you’re gone you’ll get to find the girl you ought to find
When you’ll hear you get to smile the smile you ought to smile
Now you’re gone don’t get to stand before you open wide
Suzanne, Suzanna
Suzanne, Suzanna

Adam & Eve
The pay-off’s on Tuesday
I’ll follow the crows
There’s pennies from heaven
I don’t suppose
And I woke up on Thursday
And fell for the floor
And my sister’s a beauty
A beauty no more
God doesn’t know me
Or answer my call
He don’t know me from Adam
Or Eve at all
And the rich man still chooses
To sleep in the hall
And he’s dying for your company
We could give him a call
God doesn’t know me
Or answer my call
He don’t know me from Adam
Or Eve at all

Not Like Home
You mustn’t cry, the tears could kill a man

I have returned, I’ve learned and I understand
And I recall, that you were younger then
You met your match, and so you married him
It’s not like home, it’s not like home
It’s not like home
Now that I’m here, I feel you everywhere
I talked to walls, you start your climbing chairs.

And I recall, you didn’t pray for much
Now baby’s crying, and I’m afraid to touch
It’s not like home, it’s not like home
It’s not like home
Where everything we seek and failed to touch
Don’t ask me why it hurts that much
Now Daddy’s gone, there’s just an empty space
Who sits around, and clutters up the place
It’s not like home, it’s home sweet home,

It’s not like home
Where everything we seek and failed to touch
Don’t ask me why it still hurts that much
Home, home, home, home, home

America
I’m your waiter, my rule of thumb
Appetisers, are two for one
And I’m so sorry, what I have done
I have made heroes of everyone
I’d wash my hands, if America was blind
They’d understand
The water turned salty, from songs we sung
Beeswax beauty, on everyone
My eyes were burning, I looked inside
Camped out david, what did you find?

I’d wash my hands, if America was blind
They’d understand
There there, they’re baby arrows
There’s a war a-coming, are you trying

There there, the baby arrows
But they can’t hurt you even if they try
There there, they’re like baby arrows
The more I give them, the more you sigh
They’re aren’t feeling nothing tonight
They’re a heartbeat that just twists in your eye
Eye…
I’d wash my hands, if America was blind
They’d understand

South
I am surprised to get
A letter from you now.
I living miles from here,

In the loneliness of south.
The people here won’t see it,
They like to live alone.
In the quiet of their evening times
I hear their bed boards moaning
Father Franco has a hold on things

And he’s not letting go
What the Virgin Mary doesn’t see
She doesn’t need to know.
You take a right on Centre St.

And I stay home all night
The buzzer hasn’t worked in years
Unless you push it right
The sun it doesn’t shine here
It tortures hands in time
We bear our broken bodies to her
I’m burning all the time
Your family told me that you’d found
A better man than me
I hope you’ll be allowed to laugh
In polite company

Volunteer
My lover left me
She left me too soon
I shouldn’t blame her much
With the state of my room
I started stumbling and chasing the bells
The metal straps upon my knees
Made a sound when I fell
And you heard those words from your peers
I was just your volunteer
I loved my Uncle Georgie
Uncle Georgie’s my friend
He spent his life fishing,
Washing dishes weekends
And I tried to say something sincere
If you sign me up, I’ll volunteer
My father left me
He left me too soon
I thought he’d say something
Before he waltzed from the room
And all I remembered was my hands at my side
The face of a woman who once was his bride
And all I got left with was tears
And seven lonely volunteers
We look for Sister Mary
Sister Mary the pale
She holds her head sometimes
And walks close to the rail
She sings on a Sunday
And stands on the stairs
She haunts me at night time
When I’ve forgotten my prayers
And we don’t see much of her here
A winter weary volunteer

The captains need order
It helps them stay sane
The plumbers hate slaughter
It fucks up the drains
And hard-hats must be worn at all time on the site
It don’t make no difference if you’re lost in delight
The men here make loss, their career

They don’t talk to volunteers
Oh how your laugh cuts me
And rips through my bones
We pretend that it’s nothing
When we’re on our way home
And I wish you’d abandoned me here
So I can be your volunteer
I thought you were dreaming
I listened for days,
The crime wave it hurts you
Even though it still pays
And Babyface Mendoza and the Bruiser Mandrake
Had a plan for re-election using an old Jedi mind trick
The Tappan Zee Bridge has grown ears
To hear the drowning volunteers
Yeah the Tappan Zee Bridge has grown ears
I hear the drowning volunteers

Here’s to You
Once was a time I lived alone
To find you helplessly
Dreaming of thoughts
That you had lost so haphazardly
Feeding me thoughts
From  your escaping eyes and distantly

Waiting for the world
To close its eyes upon you
Waiting for the light brigade
To kiss your lips and set you free
And here’s to you, here’s to you
Here’s to you, to you
Here’s to you, here’s to you
Here’s to you, to you
Wasn’t it good
And the music shook you side to side
We picked the roses of our choice
You and me, you and child

And the crown prince
Is the envy of a thousand men
‘Cause old blue eyes
She’s laughing once again
Waiting for this world
To close its eyes upon you
Waiting for the light brigade
To kiss your lips and set you free
And here’s to you, here’s to you
Here’s to you, to you
Here’s to you, here’s to you
Here’s to you, to you
Here’s to you, here’s to you