Tomorrow Is October Joe Henry

Now that fires have been contained These ashes are of our own making, Clouds hang up on radio towers And sirens sing one song for hours Here begins the fitting end To what we'd started over When tomorrow

Love Is Enough Joe Henry

Lincoln Street is howling It's empty, growing colder, The night has come on limping and It's bleeding from the shoulder.

Time Is A Lion Joe Henry

Here you go If you fear the angels above while you sleep Then I'll be the blood, you paint on your door Your dream is a worry that nothing will keep But time is a story and there will be more Your dream

Parker's Mood Joe Henry

I didn't know what time it was When I came to The only light in here Is my flickering TV Watching back at me Oh, my love is here to stay Saints alive And all the saints be praised I see them

Civilians Joe Henry

eventing coming on Lovers tug their way out of gloves Out of shoes, and gray chiffon The driver pulls his blanket high And pretends to look beyond Oh, pray for you, pray for me Sing it like a song Life is

Flesh And Blood Joe Henry

Come speak my name, Fill my head with all such foolish dreams My flesh and blood is no more real to me Than what they seem My love for you is burning Like a spark along a fuse, I feel your mark upon

I Will Write My Book Joe Henry

I have no time for what inclines Their rhyme or broken reason; The world is ruthless, shrewdly blind, My oath to them is treason...

Shut Me Up Joe Henry

It pats you down and cuffs your hands And makes its bed right where you stand… The prayer wants to believe in you And does in spite of all you do, It sings itself just like a song When hope is weak and

Room At Arles Joe Henry

Just behind that wall, I think, She pulls her stockings on: The creaking floor speaks through the door Of one foot then the other The curtains wave a flag to say This afternoon is done And giving in to

God Only Knows Joe Henry

But the world is always beautiful When it's seen in full retreat, The worst of life looks beautiful As it slips away in full retreat.

You Can't Fail Me Now Joe Henry

I know that fan is moving air, I can see it in your hair But I can't bear to breathe it in somehow I'll rise and fall with you 'cause you can't fail me now I'll rise and fall with you 'cause you can't

Odetta Joe Henry

have laid, Clouds will crack and spill, decent and lift, Sharpen this light into a blade And split the limb beneath me That holds me off the ground … Odetta, Odetta Please come and take me down Nothing is

Lighthouse Joe Henry

But your secret heart, As still as a bloom, Waits at the door To light up the room Your bed is a drift, Its come loose from the floor, The dead float up like dreams I push them back with my arm

Deathbed Versions Joe Henry

Now the rabble have been jailed, The moon is up, had hung and paled The horses spooked, the fences failed … How do you like your boy? How do you hear your lion's song?

Tiny Voices Joe Henry

They set fire behind them I see it burning into view, High upon the mountain where Im Falling for you All manner of abandon Is just the thing we need, Get ready for the country, boys, The town has

Scare Me To Death Joe Henry

breath And you move up behind me And scare me to death You're fragile but wicked And fleeting as breath And you move up behind me And scare me to death At war between All good intentions and greed My love is

Animal Skin Joe Henry

your face, Mine has been tamed Im shamed to pretend When Im this close to your animal skin I remember when love was something I craved But I settled for less and the comfort it gave, For living is

Unspeakable Joe Henry

unspeakable dreams Fall to you, All my unspeakable dreams Fall to you Mt shadow stands up at the sound of my name, I tug at my mask and try to explain The way that I hide the one thing I might be As is

Windows Of The Revolution Joe Henry

Were supposed to want for nothing else Just show the world a stoic light But my man never came home last night This is what we make of this The walls all smell like blood and piss.

Widows Of The Revolution Joe Henry

We're supposed to want for nothing else; Just show the world a stoic light But my man never came home last night This is what we make of this-- The walls all smell like blood and piss.

Piano Furnace Joe Henry

wall Clear the young children from out of the hall Stuff it with tender put paid to it all Let it stoke the fires of the world Let's beat this guitar it was meant to be heard The way a confession is

Dirty Magazine Joe Henry

For now Ill let all chance unwind To keep our secret hearts entwined, And if I choose to see this as a sign It surely is. And what am I supposed to do with you?

Leaning Joe Henry

Ive cut back your roses just to give myself a day Free of vulgar beauties that I know Will fade away The scene is like a circus chasing winners Out of town, Leaving here a wet street of mirror, and

Eyes Out For You Joe Henry

A fence is stretched across my brow A divided country: then and now, And you the border guard My caravan waved off the track With dusty miners hid in back, Their faces glowing hard … Bruised and black

Wave Joe Henry

Life is brutal to the weak and sober Its powers of persuasion dark and grave, It pushes its way up to the railing Then turns its face when you start to wave. "

Heaven's Escape Joe Henry

They're showing a movie on the side of the bank Oh, I'm in love with all creation And the warmth of the hood of the car in the dark Oh, I feel I'm an angel in waiting Where time is alive in the dark

Flag Joe Henry

But it was blowing every which way I loved you long before I knew Love is something one decides to do. My vanity and fear conspired belief That loves just a mirror for a thief.

Our Song Joe Henry

middle there Though it started badly and it's ending wrong This was my country This frightful and this angry land But it's my right if the worst of it might still Somehow make me a better man The sun is

This Afternoon Joe Henry

On the afternoon That the revolution began, I was in a hotel pool with another kid And an Australian business man. And nothing there would make you say After all this talk, today would be the day?...

Sold Joe Henry

Please dont speak another truth out loud Whatever else you do, I only want you keep me lost in your cloud And Ill do the same for you. Dont believe a single thing youve heard Really, Im as good as ...

Loves You Madly Joe Henry

The ground wants you back, The ground wants you badly, The ground wants you still Like some lover, so madly. It pulls at your feet, Gets into your nose, Onto your bed And under your clothes, Loves ...

Your Side Of My World Joe Henry

Thought that bell was in my dream, All in my head, Until the trucks were in the yard And the fire was in my bed. Oh, can you hear the ringing bell, Telling time like time was to tell? Can you see t...

After The War Joe Henry

A dog-eared mind sniffed my heartLike a pocket full of German marksLong after the war was throughStood me on a rusted railTurned my face and kicked my tailUp toward the yonder blue …Threw a fish up...

Grand Street Joe Henry

His foot held the door,To the alley in backWhere the hotel's kitchen let outAnd the night butcher stood'Neath a dim iron moonAnd spoke to himself right out loudSpoke to himself right out loudI gave...

Dark Tears Joe Henry

My camera doesn't lie to me,I see dark tears behind its eye,My camera doesn't lie to me,I see dark tears behind its eyeIt looks backwards on my future,Already in the sweet by-and-byThe rambler vine...

Strung Joe Henry

I keep wooden boxes like traps strung with wireIn the light of old tires, piled on the fireWearing their smoke like a flower in bloomCut like the thread in a pipe fitter's room;I dig in the dirt an...

The World And All I Know Joe Henry

The dark great river bends below me,A void of light now tells me soWhere tiny towns crowd its shoulders,Between the world and all I know …Thunder rolls beneath my feetAnd mountain clouds slide just...

Civil War Joe Henry

I don't know you to wear a hatBut I came home late and there it sat,You rose to show what hats are forWhen living through a civil war,When living through a civil warChristmas mornings and New Years...

Common Henry Amanda Jenssen

, dance my way Forget tomorrow, live today Don't listen to a word they say Say what you want What do you want?

I'm Henry The Eighth I Am Joe Brown, The Bruvvers

I'm Henry the eighth I am Henry the eighth I am I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was an Henry Henry She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam no Sam

He Made A Woman Out Of Me Bobbie Gentry

I was born on a levy A little bit south of Montgomery Mama worked in the big house And daddy he worked for the County I never had no learnin' Until I turned 16 When Joe Henry come up the river, yonder

October Rosie Thomas

Make her a flower in late December When the sun is not shining on her Write her a love song and play it all day long To remind her of all that she is worth Never never leave her Take her on long drives

October Pristina

you longer than these days could know All these waves of sadness But carry me to you Through all the world I've wandered till I'm weary And placed my faith In faithless hearts for nothing But to hope is

October Dolores O'Riordan

October October The summer is over I'm going through changes I see you again It's so thought provoking Emotion evoking I can't turn around I don't want to pretend You stand in my way With nothing to say

October Neversin

Marches the vanishing autumn Stealing the heat from the hearts Haze spreads its wings on the plans Cold are the days and the nights Brown leaves that fall on the ground Like hopeless soldiers in fight This is

October Evanescence

My only hope, (All the times I've tried) My only peace, (To walk away from you) My only joy, My only strength, (I fall into your abounding grace) My only power, My only life, (And love is where

October Tunng

A trick of the light, a turn of the tide A rift in a valley, full moon in July Red summer sun mourning, a cold April sky, That lonely October, so cruel to deny.

October Broken Bells

sense of worth Cos the spark of morning burns And all of your searching eyes Could scold your tender mind) Remember what they say Their`s no shortcut to a dream It`s all blood and sweat And life is

October Naomi

fumbling for a word but it's not there There's just a blind spot in my memory A friend wrote me a letter From his cigarette break He says he kind of found religion now He says he's doing fine A motorbike is

Hate Me Blue October

Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain An ounce of peace is