Climate: Risen From The Rails All Songs by Nathan Beach & Grant Kuneman (c) 2010 Bryan's Cabin Songs (ASCAP) "Bacopa" I'm a pyracanthus In the kudzu I've got no change to speak But will try to make due I woke up with a headache And called it “Sunday” I cannot account for The length of my stay T lived a life that stayed put And filled with snowing I wore some extra socks When the rain was blowing "Credit Line" We are waiting in the credit line We tried so hard to behave But we've found no other way to pay For me And for you "Form To Me" I put on my shoes and roll back my cuffs Shine up my grill and check for dandruff It's been a couple years and I look a little rough Pull out a twenty and hope it's enough But you took a fully live thing and put it in a grave It's three years later and I've got some things to say I miss the late nights with my little short wave Since she never forgave me for the way I behaved I squeeze the metacarpus via Digital Bones™ Then I hear familiar static on the telephone You filled up the moat, sent out the phalanx I hope this little tune instills dissent in your ranks But you took a fully live thing and put it in a sling It's three years later and I've got some things to sing I've got my microphone and a pocket I Ching I check the friend request and still it's “pending” "CAML" I try to stay objective That is my prime directive Though you think I'm brainless I speak machine language Feeling slightly urban I think I'll have a bourbon It's more than I can handle My bones are slightly fragile Blow out the candles Let's compile some CAML Light Blow out the candles We're so very strongly typed F# was furloughed Interpreting some byte code It's more than I can handle I play the roman vandal I analyze your syntax But let's get down to brass tacks Though you think I'm brainless I speak machine language Blow out the candles Let's compile some CAML Light Blow out the candles We're so very strongly typed "Chiggers" I know I should find a place for you A little stylostome where you sit and chew You'll die by autumn I say verily And break a tiny branch in my family tree I've got chiggers The Cairo is such a shady place to go Wired all night on sand and snow I hold my body up in the ladies’ room And hope the primal itch will be over soon I've got chiggers "The Escape" We could make our escape If we left today Head out of town On Stemmons Freeway Trail the fading lights Of an April Tuesday You heard your mother say It doesn't have to be that way We could put on our skates At the rink today Make a little time For your birthday party Lay on the couch Sideways The other way I think my sister's here to stay We could turn down the lights And change the mood Drink a little wine In a living room lean-to Haze that the stars pass through Two eyes of blue I really never had a clue "Waiting For Time" You say so many nice things while waiting for time And then I found some change in the shoe shine line How long you think you can make it alone? How long you think you can make it alone? There's never a next time There's never a next time One two three All my servants go free So they take a step down to the bourgeoisie Head on back home to Tennessee With your shiny new gun And your master's degree How long will you make me sigh and moan? How long will you make me sigh and moan? Charging a dime You said so many nice things while waiting in line And then I saw you change in the shade of a shine How long do you think you can make it alone? Hang up your jacket or hang up the phone There's never a next time There's never a next time "The Inferno" And now was the day departing The eye could catch its beam A ceiling of sky And fire flies And remainders of the wind Her eyes might meet your gaze As fog winds through the rays I cannot lie Why can't I lie? Why can't I lie? So shifty and sly And we wanted love to be A divine comedy And we fell in love to sing Those pagan harmonies And we'd pay a buck to be The lay man on the street And we wanted love to be A divine comedy And we fell in love to sing Those pagan harmonies "Wooden Polonaise" I should have bought the sun from the sky for you An honest weekday in sarge's platoon Why not escape to the gulf of Texas in June? We've got a pure taste We're the bride and groom We wooden polonaise In the ballroom I can't erase your lies from my Permaview™ Or try to sympathize with the things you do I wish you'd creep away in the Stale blue light of the moon We've got a pure taste We're the bride and groom We wooden polonaise In the ballroom I hear the final days are coming soon With a mighty squeak or a tiny boom Let our children sing just a little bit Out of tune "Waves Of Pure Flesh" When night crawls I'll destroy your fucking face And make a sack lunch of buttered pale white skin You'll never know just how far I've withdrawn Sketching on fly-ash walls, signed “Ole King Ludd” Further way, further ways Waves pure and fresh Further way, further ways Waves of pure flesh I'll come around and creak your nursery gates A kick and a punch to bruise your pale white skin You'll never know just how far I've withdrawn Dawn on bedroom walls rusty with blood Further way, further ways Waves pure and fresh Further way, further ways Waves of pure flesh "My Very Nature" I don't want you to go home I'm overwhelmed I'm so alone You gave me stilts But I keep falling down I still don't know why you keep me around I ate real good And they say it shows Hail the waitress, it's time to go I did something bad But i called it good So I head outdoors into the neighborhood Where my very nature ain't a fatal flaw Stay rough and sturdy with those dirty paws Where my very nature ain't a fatal flaw Stay rough and sturdy with those dirty paws You gave me a shoe But my foot's still cold Another year gone We're so old I smile for the camera in the ladies’ room Where creature comforts never come too soon But my very nature ain't a fatal flaw Stay rough and sturdy with those dirty paws My very nature ain't a fatal flaw Stay rough and sturdy with those dirty paws My very nature ain't a fatal flaw Stay rough and sturdy with those dirty "Way Back" Sitting in the basement, your sister and me Slipping through the bases one, two, three We go way back Fluffing up the cushions on the leather settee Laying in the hay stacks Sighting up the father with her hands so tiny She's moving right in and I'd rather sight see And takes me out to eat though I feel so sickly I sing by myself, I do this nightly Looking down the street through my window darkly We go way back I bought a Big Gulp™ and I feel a little dizzy Laying in the hay stacks Thinking to myself what a waste of three sheets She's moving right in though I'd rather sight see And takes me out to eat though I feel so sickly We go way back, we go way back We're washing the bedsheets We go way back, we go way back We're washing the bedsheets Sitting on the edge of the Arab Sea Waiting on a ship full of horns and dark meat We go way back I heard your mother say with a voice so softly Laying in the hay stacks Let the sailors in with a grin so charming She's moving right in though I'd rather sight see She takes me out to eat though i feel so sickly We go way back, we go way back We're washing the bedsheets We go way back, we go way back We're washing the bedsheets We go way back, we go way back We're washing the bedsheets "The Union Expanded" State your point of view Fill it with venom and virtue It's something you can't undo But come on and give me a preview I am through listening to your lying I am through dealing with your denying I know you think you were misled We're working on our farmstead We're doing what the good book said And sitting on a warhead I am through listening to your lying I am through dealing with your denying I love you, sweet Maggie My sailor suit is so skimpy I'd sail across the deep blue sea But I'd bring you in for the bounty I am through listening to your lying I am through dealing with your denying "Monk's Hood" I didn't think I'd stay Wasting the weeks and days Life was all squares and grays Field mice and birds of prey Take a sandwich off the tray Proceed to chewing I tend to frighten friends away Drove down to the coast in the rain Took a look across the bay At the sea gulls in the lingering rays “Throw the credit cards away.” What else did you think that Our Father would say? I'm living in a monk's hood I'm living more or less like a monk would "Gleam Of Tusks" Gleam of tusks It's just past dusk I came to burn those photographs Those photographs For that gleam on my tusks I brush with pure fluoride When the baby wants something to eat We get some polypeptides And dine by the light of our TV And die by the light of our TV My thoughts are mostly about Whether I live or die I count the digits in my bonus check And think of public suicide Tonight on the screen of your TV If I took Back those things I said To you today Would you please come Back to Glendale Be my wife and kids I say we go Back to basics Use a lantern Buy a hammer Rattlesnakes and wood My final show Hallelujah All Songs by Nathan Beach & Grant Kuneman (c) 2010 Bryan's Cabin Songs (ASCAP)