Lyrics for the Kalama Tea Album

KALAMA TEA - Released 2005

The Lying Liars of Liarville

The ebb and flow of the world I know, everybody's going out or coming in
They’ll they'll bend your will if you can't stand still, bleed you dry and send you off again...
Well they'll set the spin just to wear you thin
And in the blink of an eye commit their moral sin

And the lyin’ liars of Liarville are all around
They’ll make their way out of Liarville and come to town
Without a sound and bring you down

Make the plea to the constituency and you’ll always have some money coming in…
Sell your soul to the corporate store or they’ll put you in a race you’ll never win
Make the grade and do as you please
Kick back the money we paid or drive us to our knees

And the lyin’ liars of Liarville are all around
They’ll make their way out of Liarville and come to town
Without a sound and bring you down

Why not believe them? Would they deceive you?
Grant them reprieve and they’ll never leave you alone…

They say the clouds will go away and call for rain on a sunny day
And the lyin’ liars of Liarville are all around
They’ll make their way out of Liarville and come to town
Without a sound and bring you down

Down

Look at all the happy people smiling at me now
I can’t begin to tell you why…
I believe that I have heard you correctly when you ask
Am I medicated now?
You can tell all those happy people, fill them in on the news
I haven’t seen any silver linings and I don’t need to feel that good

I just want to be down and you can’t get me out of this…
I just want to be down and it’s really quite a mess

I often wonder if you ever are thinking of me
Flying over these apple trees…
Rows and rows of tiny orchards, jig-sawed fields
Buffalo in wooden rails
Elevation can be a friend if you’re not hung on the downward end
White water rushing over me is all I see, it’s all I see

I just want to be down and you can’t get me out of this…
I just want to be down and it’s really quite a mess

I don’t think my clattered teeth could tell you any lies
Which comes as a surprise to even me?
I watch your picture as my altitude is lost until the moment it is tossed…

I just want to be down and you can’t get me out of this…

Faster Dalidog

Propped against some wine glass-promenade
A dangled tablecloth of Americana between my tattooed legs
And a shadowed moor of nakedness stands faceless near the bricks
Surrounded by these bastards of some name-less cowgirl chicks…
I’ve seen your face before I really have…But it just don’t click…
Faster, faster, faster Dalidog

Your canyon bordered desert back-boned, whiskered lips
Flicker by a fire ‘neath the canine muzzled monument
That shades your fractured fish impression figure on the dancing flesh mold pottery then rushes off your sagging car-wreck smile
I’ve seen your face before I really have…But it just don’t click…
Faster, faster, faster Dalidog

Latex idol, shotgun wedding hints
Wear those pink pajamas with the frog prints
Plastic purple Jesus dashboard talisman
Drive-in celluloid cleavage dolls

Spaghetti western, still life Dickenesque
She hides her face and yet the moon illuminates her breast
And the painted bathhouse whores all congregate with much distress
To analyze the tattooed words among her crevasses
I’ve seen your face before I really have…But it just don’t click…
Faster, faster, faster Dalidog

Private Universe

Somewhere between sleep and the day
Every dream that we can replay
They whisper our philosophy
It's there for everyone to see

Are the planets aligning? Each one brighter than the sun
And the stars are all shining…out here we’re the only ones
We’re two worlds colliding…travel orbits unrehearsed
Follow me now we’re sliding into our private universe

Only you and I know
The path for us to follow
Magnetic high velocity
It’s there for everyone to see

The moon sails through the evening sky
There’s no reason we need to wonder why

5 More Minutes

I’d like to feel guilty again so go ahead and look at me like that
There’s no need for you to pretend because I know, you know exactly what I mean
It’s alright, ‘cause it’s all my fault
I’ve been through it a hundred times in my mind
I can still see that trestle when I shut my eye

If I were a boat on the sea, no doubt about I’d get a hole in me
But would it really break your heart to watch me sink right from the start?
It’s alright, ‘cause it’s all my fault
I’ve been through it a hundred times in my mind
I can still hear that whistle in the dead of night
Waking me up, tracking me down like I could forget
What I saw in your eyes, when you realized…

1976, could break my back and make me sick
I’d like to go back to bed, if I could quiet all these things
Going through my head, going through my head
5 more minutes

I’m staring at the ceiling again and the sunshine’s waiting to come on in
I haven’t gotten too much sleep and the tile feels cold underneath my feet It’s alright…

Lithium Martini

I’d like a lithium martini shaken, not stirred…
I’d like 54 years and 3 more days if that’s not too absurd
Maybe you could help me, but you don’t know this song
So tell Mr. Bartender, what have you done?
With all those little pink umbrellas that I love

I’d like everything west of me to fall off in the sea…
I’d like to sit on the beach with my toes in the sand sipping a martini with my favorite band
Maybe you could help me, if you know some voodoo curse
Tell me, my gypsy girl, what have you heard?
And where are all those little pink umbrellas I deserve

There’s an oh, so very tiny razor blade cut on my wrist
But don’t you ever worry your pretty, little head over this
Maybe you could help me, carve out this shopping list
Because it’s a rainy day and I can’t find where my umbrellas are hid

I’d like a lithium martini shaken, not stirred
And can you turn off all those flashing lights behind me ‘cause they’re making my vision blur
Maybe you could help me, find my way back home
Tell Mr. Policeman, what did I do wrong?
‘Cause all those little pink umbrellas are gone

I Don't Know (What's Got You Up Tight)

I watch you gangster ‘cross the parking lot
Ice cream pretty on a slug bug top
Jean-chained blister up a hip-pocket south
Asphalt poems lipstick your long shore mouth…
Hey, how’d you like to hear some rock-n-roll tonight?

I’m MIA on a mountain top
I’m a daddy’s gun at a school bus stop
I’m the American flag hanging upside down
But I don’t know… what’s got you up tight

Shrapnel jiggle on a hot summer’s day
Ricochet carriage as you’re walking away
Maybe you should rifle what you’re trying to be
Humpbacked camels in your t-shirt sleeve…
Hey, how’d you like to hear some rock-n-roll tonight?
I’m a cross-haired kid on a kickball field
I’m semi-automatic
I’m an Einstein dream with a cross-top scheme
But I don’t know…I don’t know…I don’t know… what’s got you up tight

Maybe you would like to take me out tonight that would be alright with me

Stop light ice cube bulldog collar
Picket fence smacker couldn’t get much taller
Pothole drive along three bad miles in a bubble gum wrapper and cellophane smile…
Hey, how’d you like to hear some rock-n-roll tonight?
I’m a white-collar crime of a celebrity
Sharing my life on prime time TV
So cancel my subscription please
But I don’t know… what’s got you up tight

Shoulder to Shoulder

Desperately I’m seeking a way that I can give you all of my summers
Secretly I’ve devised a scheme where everything I do, I do for you
I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t think anyone at all can see us now…put your hand in mine

Shoulder to shoulder a hundred-beach-race-dash…
Older and older is all I seem to get…
Shoulder to shoulder a hundred-beach-race-dash

Suddenly it seems that my autumn’s in swing and your friendship’s all I really need to save
Half the time it seems as if it’s all just been a dream and I’m frantically running after you
I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t think anyone at all can see us now…put your hand in mine

Shoulder to shoulder a hundred-beach-race-dash…
Older and older is all I seem to get…
Shoulder to shoulder a hundred-beach-race-dash

The Last Eldorado

Dawn turns the gray of the pale blue light into day
Lights the mist on the grass like a fire in a glass and the last of your dreams are fading away
I know what you’ll say, “Let’s get out, we’re leaving today
We don’t need a guide or a map by our side to show us the way”
Sitting beside me is right where you should be
When we ride down the highway
I like to watch the wind blow through your hair
Chasing the sunsets with the clouds far behind us
There’s nothing that we need to say

Because it’s the way that you feel when your driving that chrome smoke and steel
With an arm ‘round your shoulder, your face next to mine and a hand on the wheel

Why is the sky blue? To give you a full view
When you fold back the canvas and feel the wind fly through your hair
And the long hazy evenings, they could go on forever but nothing it seems last forever
Except you and me, can’t you see?
It’s the way it always will be
Like the sunrise at morning and the moon out at night
Shining light through the trees
There’s a song I hear playing that won’t leave my head
Let me turn down the radio I can’t hear what you said
It’s got a heart full of oil and its big wide and red
Seats made of leather and they’re soft like a bed
And it’s just you and me and a long road ahead
In the last Eldorado

Kalama Tea

To fight or run, was never very fun it wasn’t clear
And that front tooth chip hidden by a missionary lip
Looking at a stranger in the mirror…Inventing how to smile again
It’s Kalama Tea
It’s a heart attack on Sunday afternoon, it’s unbelievable…
It’s Kalama Tea
It’s an earthquake on your birthday and everything is falling off the wall,
Yeah, everything is falling off the wall
I was stunned when those knuckles like a gun they crossed my cheek
I couldn’t speak, what was I to even do
So I bounced right back up for number two…Isn’t love a splendid deed?
It’s Kalama Tea
It’s a car crash on vacation or your mother’s suicide
It’s Kalama Tea
It’s lightning in the oak tree and there’s not a cloud in the sky
Not a single cloud that’s floating by
It’s Kalama Tea
It’s a rock beneath the surface as you’re diving in swim
It’s Kalama Tea
It’s a fire on the homestead and all your memories turn to black
Can you really ever memorize the past?
Doesn’t time make it all OK?

I want to feel it all again; I want to rub it on my skin
I want to see it now and can you show me now?
How to take it all apart, I want to feed it to my heart,
I want to shake it to the bone, to the bone now.
Swallow up the sea, can you cling to me?
I want to wash you through my hair, if you dare
To fight what tempts a soul, you can fill in all the holes,
You can drop down on your knees, it’s Kalama tea.
Feel it all again, I want to wash away the sin
I want to bite the bullet take it on the chin
I want to stand out in the rain with my hands held high
Raise my eyes up to the sky and when the lightning strikes
I can drop down on my knees and blame it all on me
Yeah, it’s Kalama tea