I really didn't mean it
I shot that man in Phoenix
At the chicken shack over ice cold lager beer
He gave me back his tears
Yes that beating lasted years
I'd tote that cross down the street and bow belief

To the magnifying mirror of me
And my rosy crucifixion beside the sea
Ah, what's a boy to do
When he's found that bit of truth
How does it feel to lose me
in my rosy crucifixion by the sea

The angry sun was blazing
The gorilla god was baying
To a cubra libra moonbeam of the mind
My heartstrings whipped and crawling
Even the blow-up dolls started bawling
The werewolf worshippers bowing -
sanctimoniously

To the magnifying mirror of me
And my rosy crucifixion by the sea
What's a man to do
When he's finally through
How does it feel to lose me
And my rosy crucifixion by the sea

Even these hotel walls
They're crying in time
I don't really love you at all -
I just love to hear me whine
We're desperadoes one and all
Under this Hollywood sign
So special, so special...

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Jeff Finlin: guitar, piano, vocals, percussion

Brad Jones: bass

Tommy Meyer: drums

Doug Lancio: guitar

Tried to make it with my heart

Tried again with doing time

Toiled again and then I troubled

Walked the crooked tooth of crime

Rolled them bones till I hit double

Weighed the salt inside my tears

But they only accept

Mercy here

How many times must I fall

Upon a swollen appetite

To be so humbled by a call

To amen

by the emptiness of might

Oh, it can leave a body cold

down here below the frozen light

Just to leave a life unfold

Burn the flag and leave the fight

Relieved my body of its plunder

To pay with what I hold so dear

But they only accept

Mercy here

Tried to make it with my mind

Pitted will against my fear

Desperation undressed

Shotgun rain from far and near

Tried to make it with you

And the luck of all our years

But they only accept

Mercy here

Jeff Finlin: guitar, piano, vocals, percussion

Brad Jones: bass

Tommy Meyer: drums

Doug Lancio: guitar

Maybe it’s a picture of history and time

Maybe just an itching there on my feet

Maybe it’s a heart that keeps pounding, pounding

Or maybe it’s the rust on these golden streets

One thing for certain I know in my heart

Hard times are looking at me

But goodbye is just a freight train coming

Goodbye

is just around the bend

Good thing when you know it ‘fore you hear the whistle crying

But it still don’t ease the pain of a love that lay dying

There’s always silence ‘fore the storm they say and I don’t doubt it

‘Cause round here just a pin drop could crack us in two

One thing for certain I know in my heart

Hard times are looking at me

But goodbye is just a freight train coming

Goodbye

is just around the bend

Maybe it’s you that needs to hear the moan

of mama nature choking on the vine

The only thing I truly dread

is listening to your engine whine

Listening to your engine whine

Jeff Finlin: guitar, vocals, drums

Doug Lancio: guitars

Brad Jones:  bass

Eben Grace: guitar

Tommy Meyer: background vocals

Coming down the road with nowhere to go

Got a pocket full of highway wind

A cobra in my pipes an empty mind

I see God coming round the bend

Got an empty heart

A future without any plans

A notion in my bones that

Jesus was a motorcycle man

Judas was a train man kicking a can

Full of whiskey and a wanting wand

Staring at the green lights, collecting his world

Hanging it there on his wall

I still see him there, thinking he’s superman

Selling his soul out of the back of that Econoline van

With no notion at all that

Jesus was a motorcycle man

Magdalena Mays laying naked in bed

Hanging in the trap of her dreams

Staring out the front door it’s a big ol’ world

But things ain’t quite as they seem

Come on down, make a deal with the triggerman

And shoot yourself through the holes in the back of your hands

And rev them pipes and go, ‘cause

Jesus was a motorcycle man

Jeff Finlin:  guitar, piano, vocals

Brad Jones:  bass

Tommy Meyer: drums

Lij: organ

Doug Lancio: guitars

What’s the big idea

up under your hat

Wearing a big six gun

All ten gallons of that

Is it a vision for you

or a vision for we

Walking by itself

in some American dream

You’re like foghorn leghorn

just beating the hound

What’s the big idea

Is it freedom you’ve found

What’s the big idea

is it mc squared

Out saving the world

With some fear fanfare

Is she beauty in blue jeans

or something you blow up

Scientifically proven

to wash the other guy up -

Oh something ain’t right

Ah, what the hell’s up

What’s the big idea

That’s messing you up

Is it bigger than you

Is it bigger than me

Is that freedom you found

Swinging dead in the tree

Is it bloody and battered

or a heart unbound -

Is that your big idea

Shooting up the whole damn town

What’s the big idea

There ain’t nowhere to go

There ain’t nothing to be

There ain’t nothing to know

I feel a freight train coming

Building up in my mind

What’s the big idea

I hope I kill it in time

Jeff Finlin: guitar, vocals, percussion

Doug Lancio: guitars

Tommy Meyer: drums

I could never love a woman

With a dog like that

Parading all around in her seal skin hat

And now you’re asking me to try

As she stuffs her head with fact

That all our energy’s the same

Or some shit like that

That it’s another highway home

Better take your cue

It’s another highway home for you

Well you can shoot me in the head

When everybody’s right

And if surrender is to win

I’ll take my cock out of the fight

And ambition is a curse

If I throw away the key

What will I become

Oh, what’s a boy to be

That it’s another highway home

Better take your cue

It’s another highway home for you

It’s another highway home

When the rain come down

Rolling out a somewhere

It’s rolling out of somewhere

Rolling when you’re nowhere bound

Now you’re sitting all alone

High upon a hill

Wondering ‘bout life

And who you’ll have to kill

You’re sitting all alone

Thinking ‘bout you

And how we’re very far apart

And what you’re gonna do

Jeff Finlin:  guitar, piano, vocals, percussion

Brad Jones: bass

Doug Lancio:  guitar

I still hear the trains

Rolling in the back of my head

The knife in my back

Of a dream gone dead

I still catch a glimpse

Of a hunger so true

From a hole in my belly

Where the wind blows through

If only an answer

If only a prayer

Could fill it on up

I do declare

I’d have bought up the sky

And dumped everything I knew

To fill the hole in my belly

Where the wind blows through

Nothing is a number

and it all adds up

To a place in my heart

That wonders and bucks

With love so bare

A pain so blue

To a place one stands

When it’s whipping on through

I tried my best

Collected my time

Hung it on the wall

Framed in money and pride

But it’s a bottomless cup

No matter what I do

The hole in my belly

Where the wind blows through

Jeff Finlin:  guitar, piano, vocals, percussion

Brad Jones: bass

Doug Lancio: resolectric

Tip your hat

To the great divide

‘Cause I get high

Seeing your subway frown

I get high

Seeing you come here now

Kiss my mouth

While the wheels keep churning round -

The road we ride

Is nowhere bound

And we’ll get by

Riding this hopeless train

We’ll get by

Betting on the timeless rain

Kiss your dreams

And your blue disguise

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

With steel plate heart

Let this life remain

Even though you despise

everything you see

In the future and past

Come here now

Leave your dreams

And you blue disguise

Behind, behind, behind

As the crow it flies beyond what’s seen

This moment is mine on this dusty road

Loosen my load

Come here now

With a steel plate heart

Let this life remain

Even though you despise
everything you see in the future and past

Come here now

This world of woes

Is going nowhere

Reach your hand out

tell me what you find

in empty skies

on the edge of town

In empty skies

I can come here now

Jeff Finlin:  guitar, piano, vocals, percussion

Brad Jones: bass

Doug Lancio:  guitar

Tommy Meyer: drums

At the end of the earth will you love me true

When the lights unleashed and I fade to blue

Lying in your bed all covered in blood

Your voice is the air and my flesh is a flood

Is this love, dear

Living and dying the truth

Is this love, dear

Writing your name in the dew

Is this love, dear

Raining all over you

Was it the wine on your lips or your face in my eyes

A longing to shed my brilliant disguise

The heat on my hands, the cheese in the moon

A longing to be over breakfast at noon

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Well going down the road with one headlight

On a riverboat rolling through the black and white

Well the taste of your tongue is the earth unbound

Like walking in the rain with the sunlight down

Jeff Finlin:  guitar, piano, vocals, percussion

Brad Jones:  bass

Doug Lancio:  guitar

Tommy Meyer:  drums
Joy: background vocals

Right here -

Riding on a moonbeam

There beyond your kisses

Inside your summer dress

Hoping, way beyond hoping

My heart’s no longer wishing

Your love it’s passed the test

It’s a wonder, I know

A miracle at best

We’re a railroad song

Moving along

East by west

You’re a wonder, I know

A miracle - yes

Yeah, we’re walking on air

Moving along

In a big love song

In a big love song

Right here

Baby, it’s right here

Most they can’t see it -

their mind is in the way

Simple

Dressed up so simple

In ordinary places

Your love will find a way

It’s a wonder, I know

A miracle at best

We’re a railroad song

Moving along

East by west

You’re a wonder, I see

A miracle - yes

Yeah, we’re walking on air

Moving along

In a big love song

In a big love song

Jeff Finlin: guitar, vocals, percussion

Brad Jones: bass

Doug Lancio: guitars

Tommy Meyer: drums

Lij: hand claps

I walked the line

Shadow and light

Sought perfection there

But in my loss

You came along

And spoke of victory

Armed with a heart

Nothing to prove

And a space white, cool and clean

You called me out

We walked about

In my masterpiece

You steal your time

Nickel ‘n dime

From your electric chair

Only to see

You’d got it wrong

And found the end of me

Now broken men

they try to mend

with impossible belief

but I found it all

Learning to crawl

In my masterpiece

Oh my love

What’s a boy to be

Wrapped inside this love

You give it to the day

Throw your map and will away

Go west and back to east

And promise just to be

You shook me loose

Brought me through

My impossible conceit

Tangles and blue

Broken but true

In my masterpiece

Beyond your kiss

Behind success

There is a silence there

Inside your skin

and summer dress

I hear a rhapsody

And you’re thanking me

Whoever knew

Ah, to let go I’d be free

Oh love is bold

And there’s nothing to hold

In my masterpiece

Jeff Finlin: guitar, piano, drums, vocals, percussion

Brad Jones: bass

Doug Lancio: guitars