Please be there, end of the path.
Wooden bench, three birches intertwined.
Daring, dangling over a lake
Hanging, tempting a fate.

 
Middle of their marriage
they split from each other, free.
One is God. One is you. One is me.
Only two of us remain to see

what’s left of this old wooden bench.
Back broken, split boards, mold and weather-worn.
I cry out loud, my heart is torn.
‘Cause you aren’t here anymore.
 
 
Middle of their marriage
they split from each other, free.
One is God. One is you. One is me.
Only one of us remains to see
the ripples in the lake. They dare the wind,
Dare us and our mistakes.
 

Just like that, the wind picks up.
At least I can say that I stood here
With a man and his soft, giant hands
Both of us scared. 


Three birches
A chill of Spring
One is God.  One is you, and one is me.
And only one of us remains to sing,
“Please, be there. 
Please, be there.
Please, be there.
For me.
For me."


Birches

Obey a fox
Brothers cave in on themselves
You’ll find me out
If you grieve my loneliness I will turn 
Crimson and cream
Burn within my cheeks when
Kindness kills

Wanna rip
From my skin
Oh, all of your compliments
I’m unable.
Wanna tear out my eyes before I could recognize
Truth in fables.

In parades I can please
Like a jester, sling myself around, but oh,
When the lights fade out, 
please don’t reach out…or…
Crimson curtains swing shut violently when
love comes near.
Wanna rip
From my skin
Oh, all of your compliments
I’m unable
Wanna tear out my eyes
Before I could recognize
Truth in fables.

I hate how -How hollow – and desperate I become
unable to handle a slightest kindness.

Wanna rip
From my skin
Oh, all of your compliments
Wanna tear out my eyes before I could recognize
Truth in fables.
Truth in fables.
So hollow.  Oh, so hollow.  So hollow.  Oh so hollow.
So hollow.  Oh, so hollow.  

(Nicoletto/Kim)

Truth In Fables

Strap me in, boys
Old Sparky
Pop that vein, boys.
I can't wait.

Scrappy One’s got a big surprise
Scrappy One’s got a big surprise
I got enough allies on the other side, oh Lord.

And I don’t feel guilty, so go ‘head potion me well.

Any last requests from the audience?
Blue eyes, row three...
Do you like what you see? 
A few cc’s and my maker and me 
we’re gonna have a cocktails, shoot the breeze
talk smack, make out, make out, talk smack
Word is Big Boy's sending me back, oh Lord.

And I don’t feel guilty so go ‘head potion me well.

Any last requests from the audience?
Any last requests from the audience?


Potion Me Well

Depart New York evening
Morning Puglia greets me
so goes my life.
Love engines over oceans
Love rock and roll and roads and
hums of hotel lights.

If I shift to right, won’t bring in sight
Or focus this telescope
Mother’s advice
Hard to hit a moving target
But I’m afraid to stop flying.

Won’t stay too long
Believe I belong
Singing songs alone.
Given some fair tries
From Toronto
To Thailand, I tried.

If I shift to right, won’t bring in sight
Or focus my telescope
Mother’s advice:
Hard to love a moving target.
But I’m afraid.

10 in 18 beautiful things
in every single state I’ve been
oh but no one to share it with
Giving up on landing
Don’t know what I believe
Don’t know what I believe.

If I shift to right, won’t bring in sight
Or focus this telescope
Mother’s advice
Hard to love a moving man
but I’m afraid to stop flying.

I’m afraid to stop flying
I’m afraid to stop flying
I’m afraid to stop.
I’m afraid.
I’m afraid


Telescope

Horses of Fontana
Join us lovers, join me.
Oh they’re raring.
Oh, join me.

Wearing your winter whites
And your heavy load  
Bankers or bored models
are all you want to know

Slip into my sunset or
I’ll slit your throat
I’ll cater your funeral
On Celery Road

She covers her eyelids with her
Dirty fingernails 
She counts to three, she counts on me
‘Cause I can really wind her sails.

The bull in his bath now
I've got them both in hand now.
they pulse and beat and pant on me 
yeah they pant down on me

Slip into my sunset
slip into me.
Life is full of colors
all all colors bleed.

Speak to me in green
Do you remember how small our lives could be?
Either swallow or worship but
don’t ignore me.


My friend draws like a genius and
Kills with his looks 
Glamourous pictures. 
Charms his lovers
Then he disappears, completely.   

Life is color
And all colors bleed
Slip into my sunset 
Slit you cheek to cheek to cheek to cheek to cheek.


I'll pick em out a Pensacola Oh, lord.
I'll pick em out a Pensacola Oh, Lord
I'll pick em out a Pensacola  Oh, lord


From the look on your face 
You've been preparing for death 
since the day you were born
So come now, come join us
On Celery Road.  Celery Road.  Celery Road.


On Celery Road

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A cover of Fleetwood Mac's "You Make Loving Fun" by Christine McVie.

You Make Loving Fun

Alabama brunette
with horseshoes overhead,
born from ten.

Eight foot table, cement penny gum
help mother scrub
Always able
to keep your head down 
while looking up.

Oh, beauty
Oh, can’t you see
Oh beauty number nine.

Sorrow to witness
Twice the youngest to die first
Kept your head down and
Sawed your balsa wood

Fantasy Island
Hard earned smile
Cake batter spoon
Organ, Hey Jude
I owe a decade to

Oh, beauty
Oh, can’t you see
Oh beauty number nine.

I said, "Thank you for raising this child."
She said, "The pleasure...the pleasure was mine."
I said, "Thank you for a better life.”
She said, "The pleasure...the pleasure was mine."
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.


Beauty Number Nine


Bad apples
Fall from the trees.
Hit the Earth,
Roll into weeds.
Poison water
Poison dirt
Poison goodness given at birth.

Bad apples
Are shooting tonight
Bad apples
Are squeezing too tight
Choke the tunnels 
Choke the roads.
For the fathers aren’t coming home.

Bad apples are shooting our knights
Our protectors are dropping like flies
Save the poison.  Save their souls
More fathers aren’t coming home.

Lie down.
Lie down.
Take a moment.
Consider your ground.
Is it poison?
Is there mold?
For the fathers aren’t coming home.

Is there poison?
Is there mold?
For the fathers aren’t coming home.


Bad Apples

Won’t stay too long
Believe I belong
Singing songs alone.
Given some fair tries
From Toronto
To Thailand, I tried.

If I shift to right, won’t bring in sight
Or focus my telescope
Mother’s advice:
Hard to love a moving target.
But I’m afraid.

10 in 18 beautiful things
in every single state I’ve been
oh but no one to share it with
Giving up on landing
Don’t know what I believe
Don’t know what I believe.

If I shift to right, won’t bring in sight
Or focus this telescope
Mother’s advice
Hard to love a moving man
but I’m afraid to stop flying.

I’m afraid to stop flying
I’m afraid to stop flying
I’m afraid to stop.
I’m afraid.
I’m afraid


Telescope (Reprise)

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