DUST CITY OPERA

HEAVEN


HEAVEN

I wanna get high 

And go up on the roof 

Where a sad plastic bag 

Flutters like birds set loose 

 

I want to reach that bag 

And free it from it’s torment 

And the dry fingers tearing at it 

Every moment 

 

I want to be that bag 

To be heard from up above 

And seen only when peering 

To the sky, thinking of 

 

When in heaven we shall meet 

Or be hung just out of reach 

Like that sad plastic bag 

Fluttering in the breeze 

 

I want to be that bag 

To be heard from up above 

And seen only when peering 

To the sky, thinking of 

 

When in heaven we shall meet 

Or be hung just out of reach 

Like that sad plastic bag 

Fluttering in the breeze 

 

Like that sad plastic bag 

Fluttering in the breeze

 


LEMON MOON

The gravel on the road to your house 

Softens with the evening’s passing 

In the dusky air I start to fade away 

And dream the sad dreams I dream everyday 

 

Somewhere between the treetops 

And the fading light I’ll find you 

That lemon moon that comes to take away 

I forget where I was going 

And start to lose my way 

 

Under the lemon moon the last place that I saw you 

Is the first thing I forget 

And as the night she moves in me I’m as I was before you 

A half imagined ghost whom you once knew 

Or maybe knew 

 

The gravel on the road to your house 

Softens with the evening’s passing 

In the dusky air I start to fade away 

And dream the sad dreams I dream everyday 

 

Somewhere between the treetops 

And the fading light I’ll find you 

That lemon moon that comes to take away 

I forget what I was doing 

And start to lose my way 

 

Under the lemon moon the last place that I saw you 

Is the first thing I forget 

And as the night she moves in me I’m as I was before you 

A half imagined ghost whom you once knew 

Or maybe knew

 


 TWENTY YEARS

 Spent twenty years sharpening this knife 

She’s gonna see that I’m still alive 

And when the cold wind creeps into my room 

I’ll be there soon 

 

Her little house looks so lonely by the lake 

Where she prays the Lord her soul to take 

Billy Bly won’t see you anymore 

When I’m at your door 

 

Spent twenty years sharpening this knife 

She’s gonna see that I’m still alive 

And when the cold wind creeps into my room 

I’ll be there soon 

 

She whispered to me sweetly and said please 

She could always get my on my knees 

And when she asked a favor to be done 

I was the one 

 

Spent twenty years sharpening this knife 

She’s gonna see that I’m still alive 

And when the cold wind creeps into my room 

I’ll be there, I’ll be there, I’ll be there 

Soon 


 

FOR YAQI

Every heart is yearning 

Trying to find home 

I’ve come so far away 

To a place that I don’t know 

A place that I don’t know 

 

People keep on talking 

Their real selves never show 

The smiles and the laughter 

Are from a place that I don’t know 

A place that I don’t know 

 

And oh, my love 

We are here with you 

 

My heart is open to 

Ones I knew so long ago 

At home across an ocean 

In a place that I don’t know 

 

A place that I don’t know 

A place that I don’t know 

A place that I don’t know 


 

ESTATE SALE

It feels like either die 

Or sit here and go crazy 

I’ve broken every mirror 

Put these holes in the wall 

 

I watch cars go by all day 

Do they wonder what goes on in here 

It doesn’t really matter 

I just sleep and watch the TV 

 

Oh darlin' 

I don’t know why I’m dyin' 

It’ll be better when it’s over 

And they’ll come and sell our things 

 

I can’t wait for the day 

I’ll be dressed in red 

Someone’s gonna find me here 

With the radio on 

 

Oh darlin' 

I don’t know why I’m dyin' 

It’ll be better when it’s over 

And they’ll come and sell our things 

 

I can’t wait for the day 

I’ll be dressed in red 

Someone’s gonna find me here 

With the radio on 

 

It feels like either die 

Or sit here and go crazy 

I’ve broken every mirror 

Put these holes in the wall 

 

I watch cars go by all day 

Do they wonder what goes on in here 

It doesn’t really matter 

I just sleep and watch the TV 

 

I can’t wait for the day 

I’ll be dressed in red 

Someone’s gonna find me here 

With the radio on 


 

I NEED A MAN

I like cowboys when I’m thirsty 

I like cowboys when I drink 

I’m gonna find myself a cowboy 

I’m gonna dress him up in pink, yeah 

 

I like sailors when I’m swimming 

I like sailors dressed in pink 

Can you help me out there sailor 

I think I’m gonna sink, yeah 

 

Oh, I need a cowboy 

Oh, I need a man 

Oh, I need a sailor, baby 

Oh, damn 

 

I like truckers when it’s raining 

I like truckers when it’s late 

I’m gonna flag me down a trucker, baby 

I’m gonna take that motherfucker on a date, yeah 

 

Oh, I need a cowboy 

Oh, I need a man 

Oh, I need a sailor, baby, oh 

Oh, damn 


 

COLUMBIA DRIVE

I remember the night, Columbia Drive 

The kitchen light, her name in my phone 

And her going home 

 

I never had asked a girl out so fast 

But she, she made it so easy 

Her name was Haley B 

 

But I took too much time, couldn’t make my mind up 

What to say to Haley B 

In 2003 

 

And I heard later that week she stepped into the street 

She’d left a note, lipstick in her car 

Idling in the dark 

 

Oh, Haley B, we weren’t meant to be 

But the night you died, could it have been sweet 

If I’d called you that week 

 

Oh Haley B, why did you leave 

That winter night while I sat at home 

Staring at my phone   

 

I remember the night, Columbia Drive 

The kitchen light, her name in my phone 

And her going home 


 

BRING ME BACK HOME

The streets are awash with the blood of the angels 

Somewhere a voice is calling to me 

And a pale horse will meet me at the scene of my falling 

If my feet don’t stop and take me back home 

 

There’s a tear in a river for each breath I lose 

I can feel the light fading in this tunnel of doom 

Staggering in one boot I cried out to you 

Put down the phone and bring me back home 

 

A foreign text is crowding my vision 

Patterning the faces that are fading from view 

I’d reach for your hand if I could just find my own 

Oh, I’m so far from home 

 

As the tears fill the river of life that I lose 

I can feel the light turn colder in this tunnel of doom 

Staggering in one boot I cried out to you 

Put down the phone and bring me back home 

Put down the phone and bring me back home 

Put down the phone and bring me back home 


 

THE FLOOR

Fingers drag the floor 

We don’t know you anymore 

Here is once where you stood 

Sleeping now feels so good 

 

Light that shone through the wind 

Here it lies once again 

Covered ears hear no sound 

When your lips touch the ground 

 

Ooh 

 

Fingers drag the floor 

We don’t know you anymore 


 

ROMANCE FOR THE END OF DAYS

Oh to be dancing on a cloud 

In the fading light of a dying star 

The acid rain is falling 

And my dear, I’m falling for you 

 

Autumn gold to green 

December low of 80 degrees 

The mercury’s not falling 

But my dear, I’m falling for you 

 

When noxious fumes surround us 

And the ears of antelope turn 

I’ll be holding you for an instant 

As we watch the stratus burn 

 

As embers lighten the falling snow 

We’ll huddle in craters, take flight from the cold 

The endless night is falling 

And my dear, I’m falling for you 

And my dear, I’m falling for you 

And my dear, I’m falling for you 


 

CIGARETTES AND INTERNET

Well I scraped up some change for some black beans in a can 

Tired and lonely is just what I am 

They’re gonna turn off my lights, but I still don’t wanna work 

 

Well my Warcraft account is on indefinite hold 

A twenty dollar bill seems like a pocket full of gold 

Well there ain’t no one can keep me here 

I just don’t know where to go 

 

Cigarettes and internet and 40’s of High Life 

Everyday I wake up to Mike’s Apartment and some cheating wives 

Then I get high and go back to sleep 

 

Well it ain’t no mystery why I’m so lonely and bored 

I use my neighbor’s internet for Myspace and free porn 

Well I won’t say I’m proud of it, it’s just the way it goes 

 

Cigarettes and internet and 40’s of High Life 

Everyday I wake up to Mike’s Apartment and some cheating wives 

Then I get high and go back to sleep 

 

Cigarettes and internet and 40’s of High Life 

Everyday I wake up to Mike’s Apt. and some cheating wives 

Then I get high and go back to sleep 

 

Well I scraped up some change for some black beans in a can 

Tired and lonely, lord,  is just the way I am 

They’re gonna turn off my lights but I still don’t wanna work 

Still don’t wanna work, ooh 


 

A PLACE 

It's a place where you can stare out and still see grass growing fair 

It's a place where your feet fall in forests of summer's green hair 

 

Restless thoughts seeped through my head 

Sunk to the bottom of the river bed 

Where toes remembered smooth stones, 

Bones of fish and of memories long dead 

And in that moment, our place 

Peeked it's sunshine through the trees 

 

It's a place where you can stare out and still see grass growing fair 

It's a place where your feet fall in forests of summer's green hair 

It's a place where the evening pours its sun like honey through the air 

It's a place where the stars are ours 

 

I waded through soft seas 

To the dry, salt land where we laid 

Flowers rose from the earth 

Where the water and woods shook hands 

And for a moment that place became our place again 

 

The sun behind the pines 

Your eyes soft on mine 

Like dew drops forming on flowers 

And the stars are ours