- Joya
God bless the chaos, I'm ready to go
Made my provisions written my notes
Too bad that folks remain on the earth
To see me deny no to renew my birth
And even my swallow my sweet one of all
Will be angry and bitter and briefly withdraw
For I've done much protecting and hiding of hardness
The awful emotion I never could bear
I was always afraid to reveal what I'm knowing
Like I have a particular kind of thing growing
Indifference, a bosom ally to despair,
Soaks itself in to the skin and the hair
I keep all my cards at my chest without playing
The ones that I knew I was all this time saving
And rarely refered to it rarely gave clues
That I had the deep sickness I tried not to choose
That I had here inside of me a key to self-knowing
So base and respected neglected and flowing
Perversion and what might be called paranoia
Description defies though the concurrent Joya
And every corpuscle and each fold and wrinkle,
Subknuckels, perception of what's within my vision
And hearing distorting and feeling is lying
But it never succeeds to prevent me from trying
Letras
- (Thou Without) Partner
A King At Night
A Whorehouse Is Any House
All Is Grace
Always Bathing In The Evening
Antagonism
Apocalypse, No!
Barcelona
Be Still And Know God (don't Be Shy)
Big Balls
Black Dissimulation
Bold Boke Boy
Call Me a Liar
Cats Blues
Come a Little Dog
Disorder
Do What You Will Do
Drinking Woman
Every Mother's Son
Fall Again
Fall And Raise It On
For The Mekons Et Al
Forest Time
Gezundheit
Give Me Children
I Am a Cinematographer
I'm Still What I Meant To Be
Idea And Deed
Joya
Jump In Jump In, Come In Come In
Kid of harith
Let's Start A Family
Meaulnes
More Brother Rides
New Gypsy
New Partner
No Gold Digger
No More Rides
No More Workhorse Blues
No Such As What I Want
O Lord Are You In Need?
Oh' Let It Be
Ohio River Boat Song
Old Jerusalem
One With The Birds
Open Your Heart
Patience
Pushkin
Rider
Send My Love to You
Song Of All
Song Of Most
Stable Will
Stablemate
Take However Long You Want
The Brute Choir
The Mountain Low
The Southside Of The World
The Spider's Dude Is Often There
Three Photographs
Tonight's Decision
Under What Was Oppression
Viva Ultra
We All, Us Three, Will Ride
Western Song for J.LL.
What's Wrong With A Zoo
Whither Thou Goest
Work Hard/Play Hard
You Have Cum In Your Hair And Your Dick Is Hanging Out
You Will Miss Me When I Burn