Big,
Warm, Sweet, Interior Glowing
He will always trust his own vision
Could be a dangerous man
He's guided by no one
Attracted to the sound
Of the interior voices
He will not listen hard enough
To any other man
Chorus:
He gets a big warm sweet interior glowing
He gets a grand elitist superior knowing
This convinces us he's infallible - yeah
By sheer force of will
He leaves a deep impression
Self-confidence persuades us that he is a saint
Then we watch him tear apart another city
Turns it to dust and ash
A mighty nation's falling
(Chorus)
He downs another coffee
And the feeling grows
He's building monuments so high
In his expanding mind
He eats a six course dinner
And hears the voice of the spirit
This voice says
"Well done my very good and faithful servant"
(Chorus)
Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler and Greg Flesch
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int'l..
ASCAP/BMI
I'll pick you up
I'll set you down
We'll fall in love
If you want to
I'll stay right here
Or I'll go away
We'll live forever
If you want to
I looked through a window and I saw into heaven
(Sweet) mother and child in a stain-glass reflection
Out over the gate we saw angels in the garden
We're gazing at a distance at our own resurrection
I'll block the door
Or I'll step outside
We'll change the world
If you want to
I'll turn the key
I'll start the car
We'll drive off into the sunset
If you want to
If you want to
If you want to
If you want to...
Words and music by Terry Taylor
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int'l..
ASCAP/BMI
It's the magic word they claim, came down from ancient Babylon
When the tower of Babel crumbled, and the language was all wrong
The natives were confused and yet, they understood one word
Now it's on display in a mall museum, down in south Pittsburgh
Kalhoun!, everybody cry Kalhoun!
Some preacher says it's the first word, that Adam said to Eve
Religious tracts and bulletins note, "Speak it and believe"
Some say it's just deception, empty and absurd
While the elect say the last times, were triggered by the word
Kalhoun!, yeah everybody sing Kalhoun!
Don't know exactly what it means
It's just a sacred kinda thing - Kalhoun!
Now when carpenters hit their thumbs
They'll yell out loud the "Kalhoun!" curse
And the faithful flock to pa, to bow to Lord Kalhoun the first
He says "Messiah's in the dessert", but a few of us won't go
We're going down to the Kalhoun church, to pray it isn't so
Kalhoun!, is the thing - now everybody sing Kalhoun!
And even the president says it's a miracle
"Kalhoun" the nation cries, "You're a miracle"
On baseball cards, beer, and cars and cereal
Kalhoun is the word, now everybody's heard - Kalhoun!
Some politician has an idea to take a million men
Go downtown Los Angeles and build the tower again
Why nothing can stop us this time, we'll mount the word on high
Spell K-A-L-H-O-U-N across the steel grey sky
Kalhoun!, now everybody sing Kalhoun!
Don't know exactly what it means
It's just a sacred kind of thing - Kalhoun!
Kalhoun! Kalhoun! ...
Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler and Greg Flesch
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int'l..
ASCAP/BMI
And the city stood
In a glowing splendor
'Til her ashes were laid in an urn
Beneath a fast food counter
I will return
The descendants were born
And they danced their dances
Then the sound of their stumbling was great
Tilting the world on it's axis
I will return
And the women gazed in their mirrors
Suitors brought them vials of perfume(Quiet lives of desperation)
Then golden-haired locusts with the faces of angels
Sealed each of them up in a metal cocoon
And the life ran out
Just when it all seemed better
Here is a display in a granite museum
A shame on view forever
I will return, I will return
And the birdcage was eventually opened
A great flock of nuns flew away (Meeting no one's expectations)
And the saints who had slept on a head of a pin
Came down from the sky at the end of all days
And the city stood
In a glowing splendor
'Til her ashes were laid in an urn
Beneath a fast food counter
I will return (I will be coming like a thief in the night)
I will return (I will be coming like a thief in the night)...
Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler and Greg Flesch
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int'l..
ASCAP/BMI
There's Eleanor by the pool
Red fingernails tapping a file
She's tracking the amorous man, in style
Half shell on the ears
Etiquette plucks a brow
She's ready with the mercury tear and towel
And the Lord of Hosts is breathing on the window
His foggy tethered ghost
He's tracking the amorous man
Red line on the map
Focus on the mutual prey
Anthony crosses state lines on holiday
Out on the funeral sea
The lovers love and drown
The white whale of the world takes them down
Far above their heads
The tongue of flame is stuttering
And virtue goes to bed
The death of the amorous man
Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler and Greg Flesch
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int'l..
ASCAP/BMI
God and Goddess on a silver screen
Archetype lovers in a perfect dream
We love'em, we leave'em forever clean
Then a dirty little secret spoils everything
Chorus:
Let the virgin fall, let the virgin fall
Let the virgin fall, let the virgin fall
Saint at the alter on a T.V. set
He's walkin' on water and he don't get wet
The idolaters say that he's the holiest yet
He calls his mistress "Venus"
Says she's teacher's perfect pet, gotta let...
(Chorus)
He was the leader of the people in the land of the free
A myth we kept deep frozen in a tragedy
But now we know he never was much of a deity
And believing in him is harder than it used to be
She tried hard to hold on, be his sweet expectation
Then she became herself, it killed the whole relation
(Chorus)
Father's dark desires and mother's drastic lies
The kids don't really talk to them or look them in the eyes
Behind the graven images in the back of their disguise
They are the fallen architects of a failing enterprise
Chorus:
Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler and Greg Flesch
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int'l..
ASCAP/BMI
Bombs and money, and a death wish
I don't need your inspiration, I love you honey
But you're bound to vanish, in some fiery desperation
Slide down, you're sliding down a flagpole
To the devil in hell, Some kinda' gloryhound
Who loves those demagogue hucksters, and their wishing wells
I'm seein' blood red letters, on black armbands
I won't hide from the mobs derision
Feeding hollow point bullets, to a hungry man
You got him prayin' for the cataclysm, another gloryhound
You smuggle guns and bibles in a satellite dish
Can't stop you at the customs station
Beware the full metal hook inside the miracle fish
A neo-gospel for the hungry nations
Strap down, secure the weekend warrior
To his T.V. seat, some kinda' gloryhound
A flack jacket yuppie in a camouflage jeep
He's a gloryhound, he's a gloryhound
Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler and Greg Flesch
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int'l..
ASCAP/BMI
Oh, oh, oh
These are the fasting days
Gonna' break our will
Let Christ out of the money box
Let our hearts be still
We'll crawl on our bellies now
And make a wound to heal
Dry blood on the potter's soil is our holy meal
Chorus:
Take a page, print your name
Tack it to the prayer wheel
Spin it 'til it makes the sound
Of a thousand voices crying
Every name that's on the prayer wheel
Lamentations up to heaven
Make some small enough to wear
Around our wrists, reminders there
Of the promises we made
These are the gathering days
Of clouds and pages
There are icons on the subway walls
Prophets and sages
The wheel will stand upon a mound of dust and ashes
Our backs are pinned against the wall of thorns and lashes
(Chorus)
Now these are the numbered days
The final stages
We live in caves upon the mountain called
The Rock of Ages
And there will be no signs
Like statues with the bleeding hands
Just a fire burning in the soul of every man
(Chorus)
These are the promises we made, etc.
Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler and Greg Flesch
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int'l..
ASCAP/BMI
Ring it under
Deep waters
Clue to the crime
Nobody saved you
I'm lost on
Dark bridges
I missed the signs
I could not reach you
I could not hear you at all
And through the rain
I thought I saw you
But you were gone
What have you done?
I write "I love you"
Too late to tell you
Too late to hold you
Deep cover
Black forest
Your last confession
I could not save you
Two bloodstains
Dark photo
Sun-washed directions
Nobody saved you
I could not save you
Oh how I loved you
Anna, Anna, Anna, Anna
Words and music by Terry Taylor
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int'l..
ASCAP/BMI
His bare feet are calloused, he hikes up his pants
His mother says "Son you're too young for the ranks"
We need food for our family not airplanes and tanks
And that's where the moneys all gone
Eight brothers and sisters, but three of them died
Caught out in the marketplace with nowhere to hide
The boy thinks God may be over on the devil's side
Where the line in the sand has been drawn
Father's screaming now "Somebody put out the light
If God wills it now we'll be in heaven tonight"
(Oh yeah) The bombs came down like steel rain
(Oh yeah) Hit the ground like steel rain
(Oh yeah) Nothing sounds like steel rain
"It's our lot in life, son" his father explains
When the total of life has been suffering and hate
Death on the doorsteps and endless debate
Then God only knows how much blood it will take
Before someone makes right all the wrong
So bitter and hardened, too old for his age
The boy screams his madness, succumbs to his rage
Now he's just another death on the bottom of the page
And that's how the story goes on
Father's screaming now "Somebody put out the light
If God wills it now we'll be in heaven tonight"
(Oh yeah) The bombs came down like steel rain
(Oh yeah) Scarred the ground like steel rain
(Oh yeah) Nothing sounds like steel rain
"It's our lot in life, daughter" her father explains
Words and music by Terry Taylor
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int'l..
ASCAP/BMI
You saw me at the gate of the world
You washed my feet
I knew you at the gate of the world
Gave you something to eat
The gentle waves washed over us
Now here we are
Leaning on our shepherd's staff
And following a star
We would have missed us if we hadn't come this far
I'll love you at the gate of the world
God healed me at the gate of the world
Now I see again
You were lonely at the gate of the world
I am your friend
The pulse of this great dying earth
Is in our ears
And the wrong we've done
The wars we've fought
Bring on the tears
But we'll hold fast the faith and hope
That brought us here
Left us at the gate of the world
The gentle waves washed over us
Now here we are
Leaning on our shepherd's staff
And following a star
We would have missed us if we hadn't come this far
I'll love you at the gate of the world
I dreamt of nations at the gate of the world
Laying down their guns
And peace fell at the gate of the world
On everyone
And high upon a thousand hills
The angels sang
And understanding filled the heart of every man
They knew that they would never pass this way again
We're passing through the gate of the world
Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler and Greg Flesch
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int'l..
ASCAP/BMI
