The beautiful people, all send their excuses:
(Real estate and sex lives, livestock and ex-wives)
But the poor are coming, the lame are running
In their sleazy clothes and orthopedic shoes
There's a harelip spokesman shouting out the news
"Come to the banquet at the world's end!"
There's a string ensemble, and the King's court jester
Telling parables and big jokes, to mongoloids and old folks
The blind are seeing, the dead are breathing
And the mummies dance in geriatric style
The amputees are rolling down the aisles
"Come to the banquet at the world's end!"
Candlelight and party hats, duck and pheasant under glass
Aluminum walkers, thin white canes, caviar and pink champagne
The bride and the groom waltz on
Club foot lane at the banquet at the world's end
The banquet at the world's end
The banquet at the world's end
Say the beautiful people (the poor are coming)
"We'll live with the lights out (the lame are running)
Leave us alone now because (the blind are seeing)
Hell feels like home now" (the dead are breathing)
Meanwhile...
But the poor are coming, the lame are running
In their sleazy clothes and orthopedic shoes
There's a harelip spokesman shouting out the news
"Come to the banquet at the world's end!"
"Come to the banquet at the world's end!"
"Come to the banquet at the world's end!"
Words and Music by Terry Taylor
©1993 Twitchen Vibes Music / Brainstorm Artists
Int'l. (ASCAP)
...and He committed Himself to no man because
He knew what was in the heart of man...
Na, NA, NA beware of traps and snares
Mr. Spoke speaks, deadly nightshade
In his brainpan
Mock aliens breed silent blond zeros of
Fresh young flesh
Ignore the ghosts of books, they're getting
Plastered in Paris
Della wears tupperware, and
Major-Domo's body politicking in
Limo Land
Harry Fiasco is gulping down his moral fiber
And casts his hard shadow while wearing
Those slippery soft supple slippers
He's got a plan
It's brash and it's bold
But there's danger in the fold
Hear his command "Don't get old!"
Bella Donna she's that poison Eurasian plant
Beautiful lady with the blackberry hat
Don't pull her finger
You don't know where it's been
Starts the great tribulation
All over and over again
It's a persecution loop
Curmudgeon in your soup
Beware of traps and snares...
Beware of traps and snares...
Now for the cliffhanger...
Words and Music by Terry Taylor and Jerry Chamberlain
©1993 Twitchen Vibes Music / Brainstorm Artists
Int'l./ Young and Ambitious Music (ASCAP)
Hole in the world
I can hear dead loved-ones breathing
hole in the world
Marble corridors and angels
I've been looking for Your Holy Face
A vision of amazing grace
A lump in the throat and a bush on fire,
Dove coming down from the sky,
An itch in the feet, and a helpless hunger (Inside, outside)
Hole in the world
Here every tongue cries "Christ is risen"
Hole in the world
I see old enemies embracing
Moonlight falling on the blistered glass
Someone whispers "Here at last"
That's when I saw Your shadow pass
A bump in the night, then an open border,
Bus rides over the moon,
A swim upstream in the living water (Inside, outside)
Hole in the world
Mysteries and myths and wonders
(I've been looking for Your Holy Face,
Through a window draped in lace)
Hole in the world
Streets of gold and blood of martyrs
(Moonlight falling on the blistered glass)
Lightning flashes 'cross the purple sky
I strike the nail and watch You die
I'm drowning in the tears I cry
My heart is aching, and my legs are broken,
Waiting for the hand in the dark
The table is set and the door is open (inside, outside)
Hole in the world
Hole in the world...
Words and Music by Terry Taylor
©1993 Twitchen Vibes Music / Brainstorm Artists
Int'l. (ASCAP)
You're in the light and in the dark
In the peace and in the chaos
In the world that's ours for naming
You're in my sleeping and my waking
A vision in my ears and in my eyes
A lover in disguise
Surprised again by
What's come over me
You're in the color and the sound
In every joy and every sorrow
You're in the faces of each stranger
In estrangement and in failure
Flowing in my blood and on my tongue
My heart pounds like a drum
Undone again by
What's come over me
In the books I read and
In the air I breathe
You live and move and have your being
There's a window in the wall
There you are behind it all
The Holy dream becomes a Holy face
And it leaves me reeling
You're in the sunshine and the rain
In the open spaces and in the shadows
You're in my incantatiuos longings
"Come unto me", I hear you calling
And I fear the very thing I'm looking for
Here's someone at my door
I'm floored again by
What's come over me
I'm floored gain by
What's come over me
Yes I'm floored gain by
What's come over me
Words and Music by Terry Taylor
©1993 Twitchen Vibes Music / Brainstorm Artists
Int'l. (ASCAP)
I float on a cloud between the boy and the ball
The long haired mermaids lie on rocks by the
ocean
Around the diamond grass
My Blue-Eyed Dream comes home at last
to the Buffalo Hills, to the Buffalo Hills
Here's God disguised as men in dark shirts and
masks
In the center of the galaxy, I breathe
bright stars and planets
Sun dips to kiss the earth
My angel makes the play at first
on the Buffalo Hills, on the Buffalo Hills
Snap shot, visible sign
Spirit moving, bending the grasses
Runs free down the chalkline
Child of Wonder
Long legs and lashes
Proud fathers cursing the fates, then
speaking in tongues
Our dim dreams circle the moon, like
fog around gaslight
When all is said and Done
we pray that innocence has won
on the Buffalo Hills, on the Buffalo Hills
In flares of distant nights
I see it all work out all right
on the Buffalo Hills, on the Buffalo Hills...
I float on a cloud between the boy and the ball...
"This song is for Andrew. Buffalo Hills is a little league ballpark."
Words and Music by Terry Taylor
©1993 Twitchen Vibes Music / Brainstorm Artists
Int'l. (ASCAP)
Well I'm in a mess
What can I do?
yeah, I've second-guessed
so have you
but I've been all wrong baby
Ad nauseam baby
I'm gonna break the circuit,
put aside all my disguises
Don't run away screaming out
or worse, start laughing now that I'm
(chorus)
Guilty (take me back)
Guilty (take me back)
Guilty (take me back)
Take me back now
that's all I ask now
Take me back 'cause I'm guilty
Couldn't face the wrong
in myself
So I condemned
somebody else
You were in reach baby
I've been impeached baby
I'll plead for your acceptance
so I can walk the straight line again
What a big grim process this is
but I can't hide any longer cause I'm
(chorus)
Absolve me from the wrong I've done
Lay your hands on me and I will overcome
heal me now
and seal me now
in your gracious love
your fathomless love
'cause I'm
Guilty, Guilty
Well I'm on my knees again
and I got my heart in hand
Girl I pray you understand
I'm a tired and broken man
Guilty, Guilty
I'll make it simple as I can
to say exactly what I am
I'm guilty baby, I'm guilty baby,
I'm guilty, guilty, guilty
Guilty, Guilty
I'm not the man I used to be
and it's so easy girl to see
I caused you misery
so let the judgment fall on me
and I'll tell you honestly
for the record here's my plea
I'm guilty baby, I'm guilty baby
I'm guilty, guilty, guilty...
Words and Music by
Terry Taylor
©1993 Twitchen Vibes Music / Brainstorm Artists
Int'l. (ASCAP)
Going places
in our crash helmets
Accidents happen
but for now we're alive on our
motorcycle
Sliding on wet roads
turning sharp corners
we almost lost it
but still we go around on our
motorcycle
Today is our last day
the first and only day
we went out in the dark and
came back again
Getting older,
we've run some red lights
none of us are safe, no
might not even be remembered on our
motorcycle
But we were still honest
even when no one was looking
Hard to breathe easy with
nay-sayers on the sidecar of our
motorcycle
You've broken a couple of legs
I've broken a heart or two
but we loved each other and came back again
And to our dear dead dears
if there's anywhere to be, then
you must be there
And to our dear dead dears
If there's anything to know, then
you must know it
down here below it, we're
heading for the very same dead end
Stop lights and crash sights
and meeting again
Going places
in our crash helmets
Accidents happen
but for now we're alive on our motorcycle
Going places (round and round we go)
Going places (round and round we go)...
Going places
Words and Music by Terry Taylor and Jerry
Chamberlain
©1993 Twitchen Vibes Music / Brainstorm Artists
Int'l./ Young and Ambitious Music (ASCAP)
The sun and I
watch rainbow days go by
Then he drifts away
and I'm staring a hole in the sky
ooooh...
wonderful
wonderful
ooooh...
Smoke ring clouds
are lit by the silver man
we shoot our stars
and set them up again
ooooh...
wonderful
wonderful
(Sunrise, sunset)
It's wonder (it's wonderful)
You're wonderful
(Night falls, Mr. Moonlight)
It's wonder (it's wonderful)
You're wonder...
Wonderful
Wonderful
Wonderful
Wonderful
ooooh...
Words by Jerry Chamberlain, Terry Taylor and
Sharon McCall
Music by Jerry Chamberlain and Terry Taylor
©1993 Twitchen Vibes Music / Brainstorm Artists
Int'l./ Young and Ambitious Music (ASCAP)
So Long...
Words and Music by Terry Taylor
©1993 Twitchen Vibes Music / Brainstorm Artists
Int'l. (ASCAP)
Would-be believers
beat plowshares to spears
will miracles happen on
my frontier? my frontier
Congenital lovers
whose crimes are too dear
all these self betrayals on
my frontier, my frontier
'Neath my face is a graveyard
all my days buried here
the people that I've been on
my frontier, my frontier
Hurry sundown
bring us low
take us beyond out faces
kick it apart
kick the whole world apart
Hurry sundown
bring us low
take us beyond out faces
kick it apart
kick the whole world apart, and the
night will absolve us,
wipe the slate clean
maybe not for a lifetime
for just one day
just one more day, and
Would-be believers
beat plowshares to spears
will miracles happen on
my frontier?
my frontier
my frontier...
Words and Music by Terry Taylor
©1993 Twitchen Vibes Music / Brainstorm Artists
Int'l. (ASCAP)
The cauliflower ears
The crocodile tears
The hearts too hard for breaking
We hobble down to your undertow
The lunatic fringe by the Quackery
Miracle Sludge from the factory
Come to trouble the water
Angels and otters,
Psychosomatics cleaning their attics-they learn
Grace is the smell of rain
Pride that stiffs the neck
healed by graceless genuflect
Heaven and earth embracing
Like lovers under the mistletoe
These low of lows, dregs of the earth,
malcontents when the last are first
come to trouble the water
Mothers and fathers
Immersing their babies, they pluck them from hades
where
Grace is the smell of rain
There's old sleep in our eyes
and deep thorns in our sides
but old dogs learn new tricks
when the rain is falling
By the bottomless lagoon
a drunkard's dancing in the moonlight
The cauliflower ears
(the dregs of the earth making their way)
The crocodile tears
(a drunkard's dance under the moonlight)
The hearts too hard for breaking
We hobble down to your undertow
The lunatic fringe by the Quackery
Miracle Sludge from the factory
Come to trouble the water
Angels and otters,
Psychosomatics cleaning their attics-they learn
Grace is the smell of rain
Grace is the smell of rain
Grace is the smell of
rain (motorcycle)
rain (motorcycle)
rain (motorcycle)
rain, etc.
Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Terry Taylor and Jerry Chamberlain
©1993 Twitchen Vibes Music / Brainstorm Artists
Int'l./ Young and Ambitious Music (ASCAP)
She lives in the little green house
and drives an electric car
She's very good friends with the mouse next door
and the flowers in the yard
She combs her golden hair
by the Lake of the Talking Fish
She loves a Prince, she says her prayers,
and she sings in perfect pitch
And I've prayed her into a dream
where hate can't break the spell
and the breezes blow
gently whisper low "Noelle,
Noelle, Noelle"
She gets her just deserts, 'cause
the sky is in the pie
she wants her cake, she eats that too
as the meringue clouds roll by
sweet by-and-by
Noelle
She breathes the air so clean
tastes the water sweet to drink
does a hoop skirt dance, she's a whirling top
of indigo and pink
And though the world outside's at war
to her there'll come no harm
'cause an angel guards her golden gate
in a place called "Father's Arms"
And I've prayed her into a dream
Where it all turns out quite well
and the weather's fine
and the church bells chime "Noelle,
Noelle, Noelle"
She gets her just deserts, 'cause the sky is in the pie
she wants her cake, she eats that too
as the meringue clouds roll by
sweet by-and-by
Noelle
Words and Music by Terry Taylor
©1993 Twitchen Vibes Music / Brainstorm Artists
Int'l. (ASCAP)
Gonna have to pass by Wise Acres
You can smell the fish fry at Wise Acres
There ain't no mysteries
'cause all the citizenry
is re-writing history
I don't mix with the chemistry
at Wise Acres
Says Mayor Smart Alex "There's
meeting in the hall" (hear ye, hear ye,
hear ye!)
for the Very Wise Guys
and the Very Wise Girls
conditioned to live in their
Wise Acre world
They're gonna put a fence 'round Wise Acres
and in the end they'll tear down Wise Acres
The Truth would set them free
but no one there can see
the greatest enemy
is the exclusivity
of Wise Acres
Wise Acres
Wise Acres
Wise Acres
Words and Music by Terry Taylor
©1993 Twitchen Vibes Music / Brainstorm Artists
Int'l. (ASCAP)
Here's to Perfect Days
(it's gonna take so long)
Lock all these fears away
(it's gonna take so long)
I dreamt a golden key lay
underneath my pillow
Here's to peace on earth
(it's gonna take so long)
Where the last are first
(it's gonna take so long)
I saw an angel laughing beneath
a weeping willow
Take so long...
...and to our dear dead dears
it there's anywhere to be then
you must be there
and to our dear dead dears
if there's anything to know then
you must know it
down here below it, (we're)
Going places (round and round we go)
going places
Might not even be remembered on our
Motorcycle...
