Lyrics
Rain No. 968
Get on the bus 2004
Trust who? Nobody even housing the poor anymore
And I can see that you believe in
Cruel uneven opportunities and even seething hate, sad
The shit you're feeding made the food I'm eating taste bad
I'm breathing in your space, man
Sleeping in your bedroom
Cramming ever closer just to see you panic
Terrorize your privacy and sodomize your planet
These sorrowful eyes hide powerful lies
An hour, two later rise to see the fate I made
And follow new highs through the low lands
A trail of nomads hunter-gathering for justice
All your trust is in the wrong hands
A grown man ain't supposed to act like a vicious brat
Who dishes crap on those below him
Knowing all his wishes lack a sense of direction
We're moving up, don't push us back
Connection not to what's behind, but what's ahead
And this is fact
The rain is washing down a stream upon my face, no relief
I'm pressed against the pavement like a frozen leaf
All the streets are full of echoes of wrong steps
And no one knows their path before they've lost it
The rain is washing down a stream upon my face, no relief
I'm pressed against the pavement like a frozen leaf
All the streets are full of echoes of loud feet
Now speak
A man survives 40 days without food
But less than half of that without sleep
Yet our streets are full of belly-full insomniacs
Whose tongues react with foul speak to notions of rest
At best their mouths keep yapping
As it happens I was napping during work and got a nose bleed
Must have been a punishment
Astonished I was closely followed by hollow cries
He was lazy, now pays with all the yesterdays he owes me
No sleep 'til what-when, how and if and whatnot
Dreams of reading books and Brooklyn hooks me like a foot lock
No escape, the slowest way to die is always running from your fate
Who's the fastest man alive arriving late
I might have known
And thrown it all away if right is wrong
A riot song is playing in the quiet of the storm
I couldn't stay awake quite as long as I intended
Fell asleep in mid-sentence
That's how it ended
CHORUS
The mind is making headway
Leave behind the dead weight in mid-sentence
And get paid
The mind is making headway
Leave behind your dead weight in mid-sentence
Leave the dead weight
And get paid
Trust who? Nobody even housing the poor anymore
And I can see that you believe in
Cruel uneven opportunities and even seething hate, sad
The shit you're feeding made the food I'm eating taste bad
I'm breathing in your space, man
Sleeping in your bedroom
Cramming ever closer just to see you panic
Terrorize your privacy and sodomize your planet
These sorrowful eyes hide powerful lies
An hour, two later rise to see the fate I made
And follow new highs through the low lands
A trail of nomads hunter-gathering for justice
All your trust is in the wrong hands
A grown man ain't supposed to act like a vicious brat
Who dishes crap on those below him
Knowing all his wishes lack a sense of direction
We're moving up, don't push us back
Connection not to what's behind, but what's ahead
And this is fact
The rain is washing down a stream upon my face, no relief
I'm pressed against the pavement like a frozen leaf
All the streets are full of echoes of wrong steps
And no one knows their path before they've lost it
The rain is washing down a stream upon my face, no relief
I'm pressed against the pavement like a frozen leaf
All the streets are full of echoes of loud feet
Now speak
A man survives 40 days without food
But less than half of that without sleep
Yet our streets are full of belly-full insomniacs
Whose tongues react with foul speak to notions of rest
At best their mouths keep yapping
As it happens I was napping during work and got a nose bleed
Must have been a punishment
Astonished I was closely followed by hollow cries
He was lazy, now pays with all the yesterdays he owes me
No sleep 'til what-when, how and if and whatnot
Dreams of reading books and Brooklyn hooks me like a foot lock
No escape, the slowest way to die is always running from your fate
Who's the fastest man alive arriving late
I might have known
And thrown it all away if right is wrong
A riot song is playing in the quiet of the storm
I couldn't stay awake quite as long as I intended
Fell asleep in mid-sentence
That's how it ended
CHORUS
The mind is making headway
Leave behind the dead weight in mid-sentence
And get paid
The mind is making headway
Leave behind your dead weight in mid-sentence
Leave the dead weight
And get paid
(Words and music: Don Johnson Big Band)
