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Coming Apart Words and music by John Gallaher Of course you meet and the fever burns And feels still as the winter yearns All ready to turn Watching the city lights As she says well we gave it a try Shadows go by, try as you might All the children are in the park Saying ready, set, and start As you're coming apart, coming apart Coming apart Rush hour and the traffic's grand Behind the wheel making your stand As they strike up the band Breadcrumbs dropped all along the trail Gingerbread in the oven Jack's in the pail Without fail, hey look you're on sale All the children are on their marks With their bells and their stars Coming apart, coming apart Coming apart All the little things you'll always remember All the pretty things you'll always remember The dog barks, the elephant walks by It's getting dark and it makes you cry And it's not quite one of your good nights all the children are in the park Carving trees with little hearts Coming apart, coming apart Coming apart Back to the index Nothing Ever Happens Here Words and music by John Gallaher He's changing he's been dreaming and not loving the way you move And piles of sky above him are coming down on you And we all forget our crimes, tell me what were our crimes As our bonds continue to trade and every relative dies on time And we're just waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever happens You're free to bargain free to bargain but nothing ever happens here He's buying things on sale that are threatening to pursue A different objective than the rent he's paid on you And what about the children that he swears he never had They're all in a building looking for a dad Or something to happen something to happen, but nothing ever happens You're free to bargain you're free to bargain but nothing ever happens here We break down for breakfast The breakfast of champions The war is grueling when you're always leading with your chin But even guns get lonely when there's no one there to shoot them Now the other shoe drops as the battery is failing And you're pulling up the blankets, blankets, pulling up We're just waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever happens You're free to bargain free to bargain but nothing ever happens here Back to the index Postcard Town Words and music by John Gallaher The porches peek from gardenia and the blue flicker of TVs Summer's coming down like diamonds and they've all come out to see Someone's taking pictures of families under trees So come on now Come on come on now Won't you come on down to this postcard town? So we're driving we're always driving, with world enough and time Behind magnolia the hills are moving, you can read it on the signs The streets are full of fireflies and everybody waves So come on now Come on come on now Won't you come on down to this postcard town? There's a crowd around the lost & found, they hold it but they don't keep it So blame the glare for staring, blame the rooms for where you sit It doesn't matter what you get, it's never what you get So come on now Come on come on now Won't you come on down to this postcard town? Back to the index Motion Pictures Words and music by John Gallaher And what about the famous night where you're driving through a fog What of the things you tell yourself? I guess it just gets lost Did you have a thought, and give it to the wind? A rose beside your pillow off and you're off again Once upon a time it was soon to be a major motion picture Once upon a time Motion pictures that play against the dark some fine evening Between the lights on your dashboard and the lines on your face Something on the radio you can almost place It orchestrates your fall through space all these nights that you know well Reach for the past again if that's what you sell Once upon a time it was soon to be a major motion picture Once upon a time Motion pictures that play against the dark some fine evening The photograph is blurring, someone leaves someone And goes back to the one who treats them like dirt To think if that's what you get surely then it must be what you're worth Once upon a time it was soon to be a major motion picture Once upon a time Motion pictures that play against the dark some fine evening, alone Back to the index Floating Saturday Words and music by John Gallaher Whatever happened to your memories? How many lost out to play? They sit across from you staring Floating Saturday A theme and variations And all those investigations When you're off in some lost cause You'll know then You'll know then Whatever happened on those nights you fled? What did the children turn and say? An echo of what you've never said Floating Saturday But never mind where you've gone Leaving just goes on and on When you're off in some lost cause You'll know then You'll know then Somewhere around here are those notes you wrote All those nights like some parade All those fountains were flushed with hope Floating Saturday Bury this with a lightening rod Bury it out in the yard When you're off in some lost cause You'll know then Floating Back to the index Echolocation Words and music by John Gallaher Cities I've never been to, spread out before me now Buildings shining in the blue, people moving about Keeping hold of the clues Cafes in fine weather with the sun floating down Weekends feeling so clever just kicking around I'd've stayed there forever Time is patient with your background information That leaves you with nothing It's echolocation, echolocation As you're standing there Wanting back home again I'm looking up all the old addresses but you've all gone away Is it something someone said or something we wouldn't say And does it matter either way The bright lights of the bars with two or three friends Waving from their cars, saying come on in What were their names again? Time is patient with your background information That leaves you with nothing It's echolocation, echolocation As you're standing there Wanting back home again As you're standing in the door with your dad and your cousin Standing there in the door your party's just begun And you're loving everyone Time is patient with your background information That leaves you with nothing It's echolocation, echolocation As you're standing there Wanting back home again Take me back, take me back, if you know the way Do you know the way? Back to the index Down Words and music by John Gallaher Saw you down at your hotel Said that you were looking well And there you were in the hall And there we were among it all So there it is girl It's a little world Carried to you on a cocktail tray You're held up by your evening gown But the heart hath done gone down Right from the bar Watch where you are Wrong from the start Reading for parts going down What's it like to be beautiful When the drinks are always full There on the downhill slide I saw you keeping hope alive And at the swimming pool With what it's done to you You never tried to get away You're held up by your evening gown But the heart hath done gone down And we're hanging there Watching you in mid air Stumbling about No need to look out while heading down Heading down So here we are girl In a little world It's obvious what to say Back to the index No Talking Music by John Gallaher "No Talking" is an instrumental track. Back to the index The Weather In Space Words and music by John Gallaher There are some things in the bureau for when you don't know what to say While in the night the moonlight shows the sheets in disarray As the window reflects your face As the sunset is speeding westward and the morning paper flies Here is your lover as just another surprise For you to chase If you want to see The weather in space, somewhere to be The weather in space, the pretty things That lovers trace say please And the year is getting old in the park we play with names We buy everything that's sold we circle in the train Calling it a race If we're so good with words why are we alone again You can throw a rose to their doors but all that gets you in Is your pretty face If you want to see The weather in space, somewhere to be The weather in space, the pretty things That lovers trace say please I want this feeling of being lost to go away Waiting on these winter streets as the distance breaks We are all we're going to be on some empty day Taking our place If you want to see The weather in space, somewhere to be The weather in space, the pretty things That lovers trace say please It's somewhere to be Back to the index Whirling Away Words and music by John Gallaher If I ran this circus, they wouldn't feel a thing Floating in on the spectacle, as you're lovely in the wings Taking your picture on a tiger all your friends waving there And everyone is laughing Here where you only begin, here, where you'll stay Whirling away, whirling away Whirling away If I ran the movies, they'd all just walk away You'd be there every evening, there'd be nothing you'd need to say As you're sitting with your popcorn, watching some actor cry And then a kiss goodnight Here where you only begin, here, where you'll stay Whirling away, whirling away Whirling away I don't know what I'm doing, calling you tonight Thinking you'll pack it in with something long out of sight Well maybe the sky is falling on everything you've been through We all want someone to talk to Here where we only begin, here, where we'll stay Whirling away, whirling away Whirling away Back to the index The Future Is Chrome Words and music by John Gallaher They're talking in the other room and moving plants for the light Breathing with the TV as a car horn starts outside Then you're running for office, talking through a flag And I'm down to the crossroads holding the bag But that was long ago And now it's calling on the phone Say help me, I'm alone And the future is chrome I went down to the crossroads to see the devil But there's no one here but me trying to count up to several And they're closing down the porches now as all the loans are due It's all you can get running down the avenue But that was long ago Now it's calling on the phone Say help me, help me I'm alone And the future is chrome The future is chrome Hey can you see it now, waving in the sun? Weaving in our orbits now back there where we're young And when you realize that you're alone All the fog in San Francisco won't bring you home The future is chrome The future is chrome Back to the index Painless Words and music by John Gallaher Someone in the lane Did I not come back again And do something with the moon Something I did while living life Hoping to give off some light Something less, I know, like lead from gold When it's painless Perhaps I still can't use The luxury of truth On the far side of the room And spite the tide of that life See how it flickers in the light Something less, I know, like lead from gold When it's painless These things that I can't say These things that I forget Something less, I know, like lead from gold When it's painless The expected situation That you never expect Is rolling down the highway And the re-run of that life That spirits off the light It's something less, I know, like lead from gold When it's painless And it's painless Back to the index From A City That's Turning Words and music by John Gallaher So look now we're all civilized, the stars reflect your eyes As the sidewalk stretches like an river or a vein Maybe you've only alibis, maybe you could cry all night And pick up forget-me-nots from the parking lot outside And just give me that smile, like the one that works for others And tell it to the air that the weather's fair and we are not lovers Just two blackbirds on the wing from a city that's turning So you've got this little secret like an archway I wait for it Or a salesman from house to house who never gets inside You could be the first woman president or maybe have a little accident On a highway in the dark or on a boat with a senator's son And you just give me that smile, like the one that works for others And tell it to the air that the weather's fair and we are not lovers Just two blackbirds on the wing from a city that's turning And I swear I know so little about what it means When you say tomorrow is all tomorrow brings From a city that's turning Maybe we're all up against a wall practicing what we are If what we are is all we've been through then what've we been through If you just give me that smile like the one that works for others And tell it to the air that the weather's fair and we are not lovers Just two blackbirds on the wing from a city that's turning Back to the index See How They Run Words and music by John Gallaher Make yourself a good deal, on the turning of the wheel On that day how everyone waves, then you're away and you've time, feeling fine as you shine Catch trails reflecting the stars just to be where they are See how they run, see how they run See how they run, see how they run How they don't want to go And how they run It gets so hazy you can barely see from the curb to the street Everything is wonder moves so blurred so slow like heaven's so bright In the night, turn to reach the stars just fly As a carnival of flashing lights, shines on you so tight See how they run, see how they run See how they run, see how they run How they don't want to go And how they run Splinters of the sun as we're blending to one We've our moments and the moment's gone, standing on the lawn See how they run, see how they run See how they run, see how they run How they don't want to go And how they run Back to the index Directionless Words and music by John Gallaher I was just trying to get away from marking time And watching all those houses form a line Feeling just fine So please don't remember me this way Remember me some other way The parts that weren't my fault and the parts that were And these roads going clear How do you know which way is best when it's all a mess and you're so directionless? I was in the junkyard building rooms all night Leaning empty springs in to the light That's all right Neither of us were ever really here In the chromium of this atmosphere I hear you keep moving all the time I hear you're making a crooked line How do you know which way is best when you're a mess And so directionless? I'm at my best when it's hypothetical And what we are changes into nothing at all Something small You've still got a way to go to be alone There's a hummingbird on the phone It sounds like home So forget your address and take off your dress You're so directionless Directionless Back to the index After The Gold Rush Words and music by Neil Young Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming, Saying something about a queen There were peasants singing and drummers drumming And the archer split the tree There was a fanfare blowing to the sun That floated on the breeze Look at Mother Nature on the run In the nineteen seventies Look at Mother Nature on the run In the nineteen seventies I was lying in a burned out basement With the full moon in my eyes I was hoping for replacement When the sun burst thru the sky There was a band playing in my head And I felt like getting high I was thinking about what a friend had said I was hoping it was a lie Thinking about what a friend had said I was hoping it was a lie Well, I dreamed I saw the silver space ships flying In the yellow haze of the sun There were children crying and colors flying All around the chosen ones All in a dream, all in a dream The loading had begun They were flying Mother Nature's silver seed To a new home in the sun Flying Mother Nature's silver seed To a new home Back to the index CD credits John Gallaher: vocals, guitar Brian Bonhomme: guitar, lead guitar, vocals, piano, bass Graeme Higgins: drums Darian Stribling: bass, engineering, mixing The Renos Album was recorded in Austin, Arkansas, at Blue Chair Studios by Darian Stribling. Produced by The Renos Except tracks 8 and 10 through 15 by John Gallaher And track 16 by no one in particular Back to the index |