brooklyn betty

I don’t need anything
I guess, I guess I’ll take it all
Give it to me out of order
Arcade games don’t do what they used to
I used all my quarters
On a load of laundry
The dryer ate the remaing dollar twenty-five
One more year closer to twenty-ten
Things have been piling up
No clue what for
Hopefully it’s worth each sip from the carton

You know me too well
Sunshine, sunshine on wheat
Everyone forgets about the plains
Grass and the roots
Seeds grow so tall
Things fall apart, although
In the end it turns out
Just fine, just fine
The halls are too long
To run down
I’ll just try
Not to fall
No need to call
It turns around
A finger can’t point to it on the timeline
Maps are always being replaced
And an atlas doesn’t show the peaks and valleys, the true landscapes
Eyes can’t be replaced
I’m going after it all, afterall
Getting it all

I’ll take it all, I’ll take it all
Don’t you wonder
I’m in for it all
I don’t want to wonder
I’ll take it all

Cheese, frozen as a penguin
For the click and shot
Of a lifetime
I hope I don’t get sick from all these whiskey shots
Does it every time
The lighthouse better be lit
Looking out
These streets are rougher than the Atlantic in August

If it weren’t for rock and roll
Would we have moved on
Keep strumming that guitar
And singing with the chords
Nerves are shaking with the drum
The time, I know I’d like to shine
Sitting on a stool in the corner
Walk right on, grab yours, I’ll grab mine
Grab a handfull of peanuts
Crack open the shell
Wash them down with the stout and foam
I got to go
I don’t care if no one’s down with all my traveling around
I’m in for it all

I’ll take it all, I’ll take it all
Don’t you wonder
I’m in for it all
I don’t want to wonder
I’ll take it all

Pick a record from the crate
Pull the whiskey from the freezer
Play track eight
Pass the photo album
There’s always someone who can relate
Hours pick, pull and play
Pass so fast
Just a second ago it was eight at night
Now were in bed on Monday morning
Waiting for it to slip away
Got to get it all
Don’t you wonder
I’m in for it all
I can’t wait, I can’t wonder
I’ll take it all, I’ll take it all

I walk down the sidewalk
In Ukranian Village
South of Wicker Park
Notice, there’s a lady
Standing in front of a brick building
A rose in her left hand
She looks sad
She looks old, weathered from the cold
Today, indicative, the winter, the hardhips, twenty-nine

The rose petals are wilting
The first flutters to the concrete ground, it’s a sign
Beware of dog, no trespassing
The brick wall blues are going around

She waves her right hand through her hair
Lights a cigarette
Tilts her head up in the air
Speaks her mind
How everything seems to be gone
Except these blues
Leaning against the wall
They don’t move
Others walk the blocks
Passing her by, pass right by

The brick walls are painted blue
The brick wall blues don’t move
These blues don’t move
They don’t move
From afar

The brick wall blues are stacked tight, stacked thick
They won’t fall down easy
They won’t fall down soon
Got to break them down over time
Over time
The brick wall blues don’t move from afar, it’ll take time

You feel easy, you don’t feel proud
Feel worn, your feet can’t carry you over the ground
Hop the bus at the Cortland stop
Faces are stretched down to the floor
Out of the window people are blurs
Searching for cigarette butts
They glow orange, trying to stay warm
Drinking from brown bags
Leaning against brick walls
Holding penny-less cups
Need some spare change to replace the cold hands in the pockets
Need a change, need a change
Away from the brick wall blues

The brick walls are painted blue
The brick wall blues don’t move
These blues don’t move
They don’t move
From afar

The brick wall blues are stacked tight, stacked thick
They won’t fall down easy
They won’t fall down soon
Got to break them down over time
Over time
The brick wall blues don’t move from afar, it’ll take time

Look up to the air
There’ll be a show
Good times are ahead
Rolling down the road
It may not be on time
But there’ll be an air show
The brick wall will crumble to the ground and the blues will fly away
Just wait, the air show will come
Look up to the air
There’ll be a show
Good times are ahead
Rolling down the road
An air show at the end of the brick wall blues

Shout!
The weekday hours don’t count
I walk in various directions
No plans on the weekend
Sit in Oz’s grass
Posing as a statue
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ve seen it all before
Tried a few dozen diners
Done the do’s and the don’t s
Got lost, the more
Torn through many shoes
Tired of the glass and the cracks
I’m ready to take it in from a new perspective

Oh Calligraphy, oh Calligraphy
Let’s jump off from the vector lines and ghost ride our lives
Don’t let the petals wilt
Oh Calligraphy, oh Calligraphy

Doesn’t everyone want to be on a ride with a girl who looks and speaks just like you
Calligraphy, Calligraphy
I know I do, oh Calligraphy

Honestly, Calligraphy, I can learn
To sit and watch, to applaud
Like the west
We could ride to the beach
If you want
You can jump on the front
I trust you’ll navigate us through
The winding streets
And intersections
I’ll sit and pedal
Enjoying the blocks
While you steer us to and from
Exciting places and times
Seeing it all through your eyes
Like a drive up theater
Happy tears and laughs
Coming from deep inside
Let’s ride on

Oh Calligraphy, oh Calligraphy
Let’s jump off from the vector lines and ghost ride our lives
Don’t let the petals wilt
Oh Calligraphy, oh Calligraphy

Doesn’t everyone want to be on a ride with a girl who looks and speaks just like you
Calligraphy, Calligraphy
I know I do, oh Calligraphy

You can ring that bell at four a.m.
At whoever you want
At the dogs, squirrels and rabbits in the park
The people who wave hello
They understand
Let’s make it easy
Nothing’s meant to be hard
Oh Calligraphy, steer us on
Steer us on, steer us on
Wherever you want
And ring that bell
It’s all I want, Calligraphy
Oh Calligraphy

Major warning
The rivers foaming from the mouth
The window is stained glass
The image never changes
Find a new view to look through
Danger, danger
The television room
Make it real, make a sound
Smile at the stars
Cool off under an umbrella shade
Share a story over a cold one
It can wait, all can wait

There’s not a witness
Whose eyes can’t distinguish
The good from mad
Win or lose
Half cold from the start
The sun is red
And I don’t want to replace it
Block the eclipse
The table is set
And I don’t want to sit and listen
I’ll be ready soon
I won’t be long
I’ll be staring at the moon

Bury me in the sky
Bury me in the sky
It’d mean so much to me
If you’d make it well and
Bury me in the sky

Bury me in the sky
I would very much like
A–ppre–ci–ate
Bury me in the sky

I’m half cold sitting with my arms
Folded over my head
Walking over coals
My feet are burnt to a crisp
From the broken road
My heart is warm
Forming holes in my clothes
Merry go around
The longest route
My mind is spinning
It’ll cool off soon
Thoughts gravitate in
Cool me off soon
Bury me in the sky

I’m sitting calm on the roadside
Running on overdrive
Foot after foot
I don’t own a car
I own my ignition
The burners are lit
Under a roof that’s been bent
Backwards from the winds
The yard is overgrown through the floorboards
The sun’s looking through the blinds

We all learned to do it
For the recognition
On a mission to survive
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Dig a hole to the sky
Let’s think awhile
Sit and reminisce
Those times hidden within
You and the others
Voices repeat until sunrise
Where has that hard work gone
Lost, it was easy from the start
My, how far we have moved on

Bury me in the sky
Bury me in the sky
It’d mean so much to me
If you’d make it well and
Bury me in the sky

Bury me in the sky
I would very much like
A–ppre–ci–ate
Bury me in the sky

Jump to the moon and fall back down
Everything is alright
In a crater on the moon
Too bad you can’t stay
The bumps, humps and distractions on a rotating ground won’t stop
An angel driven by wings, flying high
Not even she could stay
The ground is hard
Shake some hands, hug then run
Grow some wings and fly

I’m half cold
One eye’s on the sun
The other on the lake
My reflection is swimming
Walking on water
I’ll cool off soon
Everything has an end
I’ll get to the shore
My reflection will dig a ditch in the sand
That’ll follow me on my way
In the spotlight of the sun

Bury me in the sky
Bury me in the sky
Make it up to me
Bury me in the sky
It’ll all be fine, it’ll all be fine
Bury me in the sky