1492

I’m a Russian Jew American
Impersonating African Jamaican
What I wanna be’s an Indian
I’m gonna be a cowboy in the end I guess
I bought a gun cuz it impresses
All the little girls I see
And then they all wanna sleep with me

Oh, where do we disappear?
Into the silence that surrounds us
And then drowns us in the end
Where all these people who impersonate our friends
Say, “Come again, come again, come again…”

Into the dark Italian underground of disco lights and disco sound
And skinny girls who drink champagne
And take me on their knees again
Then pull me up and out the door
Past railway cars and tranny whores
And morning spreading out across the feathered thighs of angels

Oh, where do we disappear?
Into the silence that surrounds us
And then drowns us in the end
Where they try to push you out to keep you in
And say, “Come again, come again, come again…”

In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue
In 1493, came home across the deep blue sea
In 1494, he did it with the girl next door
In 1495, he barely made it out alive

In 1964, these sailors left me at the door
In 1970, some people got their hands on me
Now I’m the king of everything
And I’m the king of nothing
Now I am the king of everything
I am the king of nothing

Oh, where do we disappear?
Into the silence that surrounds us
And then drowns us in the end
Where all these people who impersonate our friends
Say, “Come again, come again, come again…”

Oh, where do we disappear?
Into the silence that surrounds us
And then drowns us in the end
Where they try to get you out to get you in
And all these people who impersonate our friends
Say, “Come again, come again, come again, come again, come again…”

Words and Music by Adam F Duritz

HANGING TREE

She brings a friend so we won’t have to be alone
I fear I might lose my composure without warning
I am a child of fire
I am a lion I have desires
And I was born inside the sun this morning

This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time
This dizzy life is just a hanging tree

They say “Good evening”
When they don’t know what to say
They say “Good morning”
When they wish you would go home
You open windows
And you wait for someone warm to come inside
And then you freeze to death alone

CHORUS

She calls a waitress when it’s time for her to go
And I know everyone’s eventually leaving
I got a pair of wings for my birthday, baby
And I will fall down through the sun this evening

CHORUS

Words by Adam Duritz
Music by Adam F. Duritz and Dan Vickrey

LOS ANGELES

Dancing like the nighttime down in Nashville
But I seem to know the ghosts who like to run
I got a call to go to a late night picture show
So I traded in the darkness and I’m already there
I’m already there and I’m trying to make some friends

So if you see that movie star and me
If you see my picture in a magazine
Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV
Honey, I’m just trying’ to make some sense
Outta me

I left a lot of ghosts in San Francisco
And now you wanna say you see through me
Well, what you want to see ain’t your memories of me
So I could turn around tonight but I’m already there
I’m already there and I’m just trying to make some friends

So if you see that movie star and me
If you should see my picture in a magazine
Or if you fall asleep while you’re watching TV
Well honey, I’m just trying’ to make some sense
Of Los Angeles

Boston gets cold this time of year
Seems like each day just leaves me numb
I gotta get out of here and go walking in the sun

Well if you see that movie star and me
If you should see my picture in a magazine
Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV
Well honey, I’m just trying to make some sense
Honey, I’m just trying’ to make some friends
But baby, I’m not trying’ to make amends
For coming to Los Angeles

Music and Lyrics by Adam F. Duritz,
Ryan Adams, & Dave Gibbs

SUNDAYS

Coloured rubbers and a bedroom set
I wouldn’t know it if it hit me
You take a little step and then it feels like love
I think I better get a little of it in me
Give me a kiss I think it feels like love
Give me a kiss I think it feels like sunshine
C’mon baby, light me up
I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind and…

You think that you can do without me
I can’t do anything at all
You think that you can do without me
But I don’t believe in Sundays
And I don’t believe in anything at all

Your mother made you in a parking lot
My mother made me out of flesh and wire
Try to remember what you might forget
I try to remember everything
Try to remember so you don’t disappear
Try to remember so you don’t fade away
Your mother made you out of smoke and rain
Your mother made you in a fire that’s faded

You think that you can do without me
And I can’t do anything at all
You think that you can do without me
But I don’t believe in Sundays
And I don’t believe in anything at all

I wanna touch you for the things I’m losing
I wanna touch you for my self-respect
Give me a reason or I might stop breathing
Give me a reason why I’m soaking wet
Gotta stop breathing cuz the sky is falling
I might go out and watch the moon explode
Give me directions to the highway crossing
I’ll go lie down in the middle of the road

You think that you can do without me
I can’t do anything at all
You think that you can do without me
But I don’t believe in Sundays
And I don’t believe in anything at all

I don’t believe in Sundays
And I don’t believe in anything
I don’t believe in anything at all

Words and Music by Adam F. Duritz

INSIGNIFIGANT

Can you see me up on the building
From down on the pavement or out in the crowd?
Can you see me through the glare of the lamppost?
I’m walking a tightrope into the moon

I don’t want to feel so different
But I don’t want to be insignificant
And I don’t know how to see the same things different now

Oh, could you see me?
I’m one in a million
I am Icarus falling out of the sun
Could you see me fall in the light of spotlights
And jackknife through night as black as a bedroom
And white as a lie?

I don’t want to feel so different
But I don’t want to be insignificant
And I don’t know how to see the same things different now

Diving through the dark
While the night turns blue
Are you aware of your intentions?
Because I wear my intentions so clear

If you see me wading through water
Come drown in the river right in front of the world
You can wash your face and hands in the stream of my anger
It’s as bright as white paper
And as dark as a girl

I don’t want to feel so different
But I don’t want to be insignificant
And I don’t know how to see the same things different now

Words by Adam F. Duritz
Music by Adam F. Duritz, Dan Vickrey, Charlie Gillingham, and David Immergluck

COWBOYS

Cowboys on the road tonight
Crying in their sleep
If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand
And some promises to keep
Who wanted to change the world…
What’s as easy as murder?
It’s all headlights and vapor trails
And Circle K killers

And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now
So come on, come on, come on, come on,
Oh, come on through now

This is a list of what I should’ve been but I’m not
This is a list of the things that I should’ve seen
But I’m not seeing the look in your eyes
As his fingertips lit on your neck and it made you shiver
I’m just turning away from where I should have been
Because I am not anything

The president’s in bed tonight but he can’t get to sleep
‘Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers
And I believe she loves you ‘cause you never make her feel like anything
She said I wouldn’t feel a thing but I can feel…
Oh, I can feel…

And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall into the arms of anyone but you now
So come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on through now

This is a list of what I should’ve been but I’m not
This is a list of the things that I should’ve seen
But I’m not seeing the look in your eyes
As his finger’s unzipping your dress and it makes you shiver
I’m just turning away from what I shouldn’t see
Because I am not anything

Everyone’s in bed tonight but nobody can sleep
‘Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows
She says she doesn’t love me like…like she’s acting
But it’s as if she isn’t talking
‘Cause Mr. Lincoln’s head is bleeding on the front row while she’s speaking

I said come on all you cowboys
All you blue-eyed baby boys
Come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer
I’ll wait for you where Saturday’s a memory
And Sunday comes to gather me into the arms of god
Who’ll welcome me because I believe…
Oh I believe…

And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now
So come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on through now

This is a list of what I should’ve been but I’m not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I’m not seeing you look at me
So please won’t you look at me?
Cause I’m not seeing you look at me
Oh, I will make you look at me…

Or I am not anything

Words and Music by Adam F Duritz

WASHINGTON SQUARE

I sold my piano
It couldn’t come with me
I locked up my bedroom
And I walked out into the air
When nothing I needed
Was left there behind me
I walked out through the shadows
Of Washington Square

I wandered the highways
From Dublin to Berkeley
And I heard the songbirds
Of Ballyporeen
But I loved like a fountain
And it left me with nothing
Just memories of walking
Through Washington Square

Now I live in the shadows
Where light is electric
And time is a number
That rests on a wall
And nobody knows me
My friends and my family
Are as far from this city
As Washington Square

So cover this warm night
In a blanket of starlight
And I’ll follow this freeway
Out into the air
In case you should wander
And wanted to find me
I’m traveling homeward
To Washington Square

Words and music by Adam F. Duritz

ON ALMOST ANY SUNDAY MORNING

Take a message to your head
Just stay beside her in the bed
You were so stupid to believe in things you couldn’t see
Then make them all you want

If you haven’t got the reasons
Just make up any reasons
Then pick them til they’re torn

Take it all away
You took your coat today
But they all go back in the morning

Make a time to find your way
I got a little further today
Wash your eyes clear of anything
Make them empty circles
Dress yourself in black or grey
I’m hungry like a wild waif or only child
This lithium is heroin to me

It makes it all withdraw
All the anger and loss
But it all keeps coming back in the morning

You keep yourself too clean
You dig yourself a dream
That we won’t be coming home alone

Not this time
Not this time
Not this time
Not this time

Music & lyrics by Adam F. Duritz

WHEN I DREAM OF MICHELANGELO

Well you know I don’t like you but you wanna be my friend
Well, there are bodies on the ceiling and they’re fluttering their wings
It’s ok I’m angry
But you’ll never understand
When you dream of Michelangelo
They hang above your hands

And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again

And I can’t why you’d want to talk to me
When your vision of America is crystalline and clean
I want a white bread life
Just something ignorant and plain
But from the walls of Michelangelo I’m dangling again

And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again and again

Saturn on a line
A sun afire on strings and wires
To spin above my head and make it right
But any time you like
You can catch a sight of angel eyes all emptiness and infinite

And I dream of Michelangelo when I’m lying in my bed
I see god upon the ceiling I see angels overhead
And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand
But we are never quite as close as we are led to understand

And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again and again

Words by Adam F. Duritz
Music by Adam F. Duritz, David Immerglück, Charles Gillingham, and Dan Vickrey

ANYONE BUT YOU

I’m always thinking of someone new
I’m never sitting ok with you
There’s always something else on my mind
There’s always something I can’t find

You think about anything you can
I think about you
I’ll think about anything
It’s true

I’m almost perfect some of the time
I’m also sinking some of the time
I’m almost ready
It’s almost true
For almost anyone but you

You think about anything you can
I think about you
I think about everything
It’s true

I’m always sinking beneath the sand
You’re holding nothing in your hand

You think about anything you can
I think about you
But I’ll think about anything
It’s true

Words by Adam F Duritz
Music by Charles Gillingham, David Immergluck, and Adam F Duritz

YOU CAN’T COUNT ON ME

Anything’s hard to change
But hey I got you down on your knees again
You watch the sky
It’s a pale parade of passing clouds
That cover the bed upon which we laid in the dark
And the memories that I made of a laughing girl
But you’re just my toy and I can’t stop playing with you baby

If you think you need to go
If you wanted to be free
There’s just one thing you need to know
And that’s that you can’t count on me

I’m coming along real good
But I still can’t do most of the things I should
I watch the sky coming down to bury me…
And I can’t stop this crawling out of my skin
I know that you see yourself flying in out of the sky
Coming down to carry me but I won’t come out

So if you think you need to go
If you wanted to be free
There’s one thing you need to know
And that’s that you can’t count on me

I watch all of the same parades
As they pass on the days that you wish you’d stayed
But all this pain gets me high
And I get off and you know why

So if you think you need to go
If you wanted to be free
There’s just one thing you’ll need to know
And that’s that you can’t count on me

Words and music by Adam F. Duritz

LE BALLET D’OR

Wasted time running scared
When all a love needs is to be believed in
All those Springs come and gone
Past like trains and boxcars leaving
But I would be lying
If I didn’t tell you the truth
They will leave you
They will leave you
So come now
Let’s go dance to siren’s song
Come now
Leave your damage behind and gone
Some are lost to you
Wasted time running scared
All that I need is to believe in something like a Summer
And I know you need somebody just like I do
And all these foxes go down in their barrows to hide
They will leave you
They will leave you behind
So come now
Let’s go dance to the siren’s song
Come now
Leave your damage behind and gone
Just come now
Let’s go to the dance floor
Come now
Lose your mind at Le Ballet d’Or
Some are lost
Some are leaving
Some are lost
Some are leaving
But I’m not going at all
I’m not going anywhere at all
Some are lost to you
We’ve wasted time running scared
Now Autumn’s fire is ashes on the breeze
And it spins away like dust on pearls
As winter comes to usher in the evening
But all of these drummers go stand
on their hillsides alone
They will leave you
They will leave you alone
So come now
Let’s go dance to siren’s song
Come now
Leave your damage behind and gone
So come now
Let’s go down to the dance floor
Come now
Lose your mind at Le Ballet d’Or
Just come now
Let’s get out while the getting’s good
Come now
There’s no one left in the neighborhood

ON A TUESDAY IN AMSTERDAM LONG AGO

A picture of Amsterdam
Bare trees under glass
Framed in the gray and white afternoon light
Of a winter long past

When I was a riser
To Dublin I’d roam
She was a bareback rider
Some miles from home

Come back to me

She’s a carnival diver
Hung in the sky
Cutting through time like a memory
Strung on a wire

The color of anything
Fades in the air
But she is the film of a book of the story
Of the smell of her hair

Come back to me

When everything’s over
And everything’s clear
When everyone’s older
And no one is here
I try to remember
A girl on a wire
Tumbling and diving above Stephen’s Green
Like a kite on the air

Come back to me

Words by Adam F. Duritz
Music by Adam F. Duritz & Charles Gillingham

COME AROUND

Have you seen the little pieces of the people we have been?
Little pieces blowing’ gently on the wind
They have flown down California
They have landed in L.A.
Little pieces slowly settling on the waves

I’m one of a million pieces fallen on the ground
It’s one of the reasons when we say goodbye
We’ll still come around We will come around

I have waited for tomorrow from December ‘til today
And I have started loving sorrow along the way
I am calling from some city
And I won’t be there too long
Well, I could wait and I could waste away
But what comes back is I hear you say we’re gone

For all of the times that I go spinning up and down
When all of the things have died between us
Well, we’ll still come around We will come around

After I’ve been missing for a while
And you hear that summer’s song
Haven’t all the fading lines lingered on?

What I know is: she’s going
When you know it, it’s alright
So you put yourself between you and your pride
If you wait for what’s coming
And you listen to her lies,
Then she’ll say the things you need to hear
And the only one who’ll disappear is you

And one of the million lies she said
Is “All of the things you love are dead.”
But I’ve seen what she thinks is love
And it leaves me laughing so we’ll still come around

Lyrics by Adam F. Duritz
Music by Dan Vickrey and Adam F. Duritz