In The Bamboo Forests Of Pennsylvania (click title to jump to lyrics)
2. Intro
3. In The Bamboo Forests Of Pennsylvania
5. Tré Melo
6. Honeydipper
7. Motel Maids
8. Skinny Dipping With Your Hot Sister
9. 3rd Night
10. Mixo Rita
11. Vitamin Y
12. Pitchfork’d (palette cleanser)
(head back home)
The speed of life: the speed of light
No we won’t be singing tonight
Ten years gone, it went too fast
Shared some tunes, and we had some laughs
Where does the time go?
I'm on my way, through frozen great plains
Sounds we share, relieve the pain
Your patient heart, with sketches murky
Taste this place, I'll mail venison jerky
Where does the time go?
In The Bamboo Forests Of Pennsylvania
In the bamboo forest of Pennsylvania, I dream of you
In the kudzu jungles of West Virginia, I dream of you
In the stilt grass prairies of Tennessee, I dream of you
On the hydrilla rivers of the Delaware, I dream of you
Bamboo shoots in my stir fry
Gonna take a deep breath and mediate
I’m gonna find the answer (When I go out I’ll see!)
What is the question? (Fourteen years!)
Stand still, I hear it, katydids beneath the crimson ball
Acer platanoides, tall and bold
An armature for a net of green invaders
In the valley gorge you’re barely visible
In the moonlight glow you’re barely visible
So we kiss the edge of time, knowing change is so slow
In a sweet memory, we're walking in darkness
Down a printed a clay path, it leads to a hollow
It rained warm and heavy, turning to marbles
under grand silver seating I sleep and wait for you.
We rattle for mountain streams...
A bottomless creek by a willow tree
In the ripple of the moonlight glow
Toes first nude swimming in the glassy warm current (I trust you)
Swim until the break of dawn and we'll go
To the canyon in the Bodhi tree
When we first spied in no more sour streams
Gone are the doubts that stall dreams
The hollow bear searching in the canyon
Who will guide us a draw with carol barrel shaped Buddha with the...
What a beautiful thing to share
Desire without pain, love that isn't vain
Don't let them see in there
Abandoned camel mind, our own secret lair
We battle through a broken read
Bottomless speech and we're lost in sleep
Buried poem in a compost bin
Carrots, turnips, eggs and bread, golden garden greens
Swim through the living soil and we'll go
To the canyon in the Bodhi tree
Two years back in, no more sour streams
Gone are the doubts that stall dreams
The hollow bear searching in the canyon
Will he guide us a draw with carol barrel shaped Buddha with the...
What a beautiful thing to share
Desire without pain, love that isn't vain
Don't let them see in there
Abandoned camel mind, our own secret lair
Where is the honeydipper?
I need the honeydipper!
Anyone seen the honeydipper?
Don't you need the honeydipper?
You see 'em at the festivals
Parked in front of the port-a-stalls
Spraying cleaner on the walls
Two big hoses and a tank
Everybody makes a deposit
Until you withdraw it
Better watch where you sit
This is not your usual bank
Where is the honeydipper?...
I rid my life of art that imitates,
I let the sun bake dry all my sour grapes
I'll do my job, until I plan an escape
through a microscopic door...
Such beautiful teleonomy!
Tiny life on the scale of astronomy
I'll never worry about the economy
When I have proteus to explore
Where is the honeydipper?...
I checked in to the Motel 6, after driving thru the Missouri sticks
My Bed was made with clean sheets, Now here’s a maid I’d have to meet.
Oh Yass!
I hung up the “Early Made Service” sign, outside my door and drank some wine
I feel asleep just before 3, and woke up to my company.
Oh Yass!
When I’m out you clean my room. You use the mop, you use the broom
Fit my bed nice and tight, So we have a comfy night
Ooh we love those motel maids.
She unlocked the door and apologized. I just asked her to be my wife.
So pretty in that powder blue dress, stopping my room from being a mess.
Oh Yasss!
Ooh we love those motel maids.
It wasn’t the first time, I proposed in my P.J.s
It wasn’t the only time, I fell in love with a motel maid
She turned me down but she clean my room, she used the mop, she used the broom
She took my dirty sheets away, she took my heart on that day
Ooh WE love those motel maids.
I got in my car and I drove east, how many more would I meet?
Why do we always fall in love with dirty girls in rubber gloves?
Oh Yass!
Ooh I need those
Ooh I want those
Ooh we love those motel maids.
The song has a mind of its own
Take time to learn the rhyme
The song has a mind of its own
Use your hands to learn the land
The song has a mind of its own
Convictions order faults down a lonely sidewalk
Things you'll never own...open songs to hear downstream
Footsteps in the park bring no fortune and fame
old men are there dancing drawing up an old scheme
Disregard wasted time don't weigh down your soul
You can hold steady and they won't ever know
The song has a mind of its own
House in the park...
Warm and I know you...
Oh by mystery...
Face a crescent moon...
Now we see the dove find its own branch
The song has a mind of its own
Its cold and you draw closer in the gallery lights
How can I not feel warm? with your cheek so close to mine?
They say great works are rare and no longer exist
But walking hand in hand I know that your a work in my time
Old fears burst open corners in our hearts
Idealistic chambers unfastened at the seams
The song has a mind of its own
Cobwebs dangle in the corners. 45 watts under the ceiling fan cast restless shadows.
Coffee-table is an empty-beer-bottle-table. Rings fading on the wood.
Tan line ring fades on my finger
The song has a mind of its own
A million people traipsing on the streets of New York
Mr. Cage says here's your work the "friction" between strangers
But I'll let go big apple and take the last bite
All the data files, junk piles toxic waste sites
Go and open the bullpen and follow the moonlight
"Don't add to the good old days, build on the bad new ones."
All I found Monday was Tuesday, I couldn't know
Wednesday forsaken come Thursday it's too late
Daily dose of vitamin Y, if I don't get it, I'll surly die
Farmer Jon-jon burned his barn, now he's living in a hole in the ground
Julie's got a itch, she can't scratch, bent over backwards, and broke her back
Daily dose of vitamin Y, if we don't get it, we'll surly die
(I keep my) Pills in a pint glass
(You keep your) Pills in a pint glass
Skinny Amy forgot to apply the brake, drove her car in a lake
Albino Sam burned his feet again, now they look like a country ham
Clyde The Boxer threw in the towel, all to the cries of foul fowl
Daily dose of vitamin Y, if we don't get it, we'll surly die
(I keep my) Pills in a pint glass
(You keep your) Pills in a pint glass
Danny M went hunting for goose, all he shot was his left shoe
Chip-in Charlie missed the putt, lost the match, fell on his butt
Nervous Helen was cutting fish, added finger to her dish
Daily dose of Vitamin Y, if we don't get it, we'll surly die
Finished early day is done, headed home to have some fun
Hope in the car put it in drive, feelin’ great to be alive
Traffic’s light smooth as butter, then the car starts to sputter
Pull over to the shoulder, when I get home I’m gonna hold her
Walking home out of gas, five a gallon, makes me laugh
I am broke out of money, but I can’t wait, see my honey
Enter my house I get scared, hearin’ screams up the stairs
Race to the bedroom to my surprise, my wife is loving another guy
Where will you sleep tonight?
You walked out on your wife
You found her in the act with a quarterback
Are you gonna leave never come back
Across the fields through the swamp
Reinvent it all like Marcel Duchamp!
Down the stairs, away from my spouse, I’ll fade away like a mouse
Have to admit I’m totally confused, why she did she sleep with that dude?
Back in school they had a thing, but I was the one who gave her the ring
My feet hit a wetland shoes get soaked, feeling like a big joke
Walking around this lonesome town, got a migraine I lay down
Feet are wet body is sore I need a place that I can snore
I see a hammock in someone’s yard, wonder if it will be too hard
I lay down and close my eyes, maybe everything will okay
This is where you’ll dream tonight
Sleepwalk on this clouded life
Found her in the act with a quarterback
Are you gonna leave never come back
Swing the hammock, chase the blues
Airing out those soggy shoes
Leave on this train tonight
Walk right out on your life
A little town in Maryland
Live in a barn and start a band
Swing the hammock chase the blues
Airing out those soggy shoes
At the edge of town, another asphalt noun
Black river and big box, I burrow down like a fox
Beneath the soil in an iron pipe, I'm hearing voices of another life...
An underworld to set me free! the rolling music of a buried stream...
Water down the pipes
See an empty furnace... see an empty ingot...
steel music, we're going to miss... will sing through the slots...
The real Trinity of Bethlehem flows together in a hand built dam
Lehigh, Canal and Monacacy, blood of Skeletons that never sleep...
Water down the pipes
I know this river... we hiked the source...
The message delivered! can't change the course...
We laid heads at the base of the falls... emphatic flows, through nylon walls
The river dried up like a day old dream gift to the future from the old regime
We battle through a broken read
Bottomless speech and we're lost in sleep
Buried poem in a compost bin
Carrots, turnips, eggs and bread, golden garden greens
Swim through the living soil and we'll go
To the canyon in the Bodhi tree
Two years back in, no more sour streams
Gone are the doubts that stall dreams
The hollow bear searching in the canyon
Will he guide us a draw with carol barrel shaped Buddha with the...
What a beautiful thing to share
Don't let them see in there
Don't let them see in there
What a beautiful thing to share
Joe Maurer and Lucas Stangl © 2009