Willard Grant Conspiracy - Everything's Fine Mon, 12 Feb 2001 14:11:32 +0100 "Gunnar Hedlund" "Hans Settler" Thanks to Gunnar! @ARTIST: Willard Grant Conspiracy @ALBUM: Everything's Fine 01. Notes From The Waiting Room 02. Christmas In Nevada 03. Kite Flying 04. Wicked 05. Hesitation 06. Ballad Of John Parker 07. Southend Of A Northbound Train 08. The Beautiful Song 09. Drunkards Prayer 10. Closing Time 11. massachusetts @SONG: Notes From The Waiting Room come and sit yourself beside me this will be my last request I was born in this high mountains leave my ashes here to rest cover me with blankets of flowers a pillow of satin for my head lay me out in sheets of linen sing a sweet song when I'm dead say goodbye to these high valleys say goodbye to the steam trains moan give me wings to fly over deserts let me loose where the wild horses roam give my love to all my family say a prayer for all my friends they have all gone before me I hope to see them in the end open the window and let me breathe slowly the smell of roses takes me away I can't stop my own destruction give me strength and help me to pray @SONG: Christmas In Nevada flip the switch and let the gamblers roll I'm headed up from old Mexico the border towns they all look the same brand new suit and a bankers roll switchblade knife and no place to go except where I might find the next game lights go on across the town children's choir sings Auld Lang Syne the black jack dealers they take their toll I look up from this beat park bench into an ocean of discontent I can't wait to buy a ticket to anywhere but home washing dishes behind the casino grill ain't no way to make a kill but on the winter nights the water keeps me warm I'll take my pay and buy a gun steal a car and hope it runs find a place where I can make my name @SONG: Kite Flying beneath the blue Organ Mountains beneath the sky and the stars far from the roadtrail I hear you sigh, I hear you sigh in the skin, in the skin where memory begins in the skin, in the skin it stretches thin in the wind freed from the flesh and the bone stretched on a cross of wood tied to a string and then flown away in the wind in the wind in the skin, in the skin where memory begins in the skin, in the skin it stretches thin in the wind @SONG: Wicked I'm wicked in the eyes of the world I'm everything nobody wants as low as low can get everything I cannot stop a glutton for everything misery can buy a heart that matches the soul there's all kinds of things money can buy redemption is worth more than gold I'm wicked in the eyes of the world ... I once had a habit that ran wild and free it wrapped its arms around me I once had a woman or she once had me until I drove her away I'm wicked in the eyes of the world ... Lord won't you let me rest here awhile I'm tired and I can't recall the cause of all these bitter tears I'm left with no faith at all I'm wicked in the eyes of the world ... @SONG: Hesitation @SONG: Ballad Of John Parker down the rough road where the asphalt is split stumbles a man down to his wits brother, ooh brother what's left to regret known by the way that he carries his load early one morning in the warehouse of souls digger was bent to carry the load digger, ooh digger what's left to reveal known by the way that he carries the load I was a gambler and I was a king the world of sin was all my domain now I am bent, broken and spent known by the way that I carried the load a priest came along and said forty words up from the ground rose a great bird raven, ooh raven why do you fly known by the way that he carries the load known by the way that he carries the load @SONG: Southend Of A Northbound Train there's a rise above the river where the hangmans tree hugs the rim a brace of crows crowd the bank like mourners on their way to the Mercy bridge a whistle blowsand a freight rolls by pallbearers rest their load it all seems clear, life's gone from here as he is lowered in the hole oh Mary, can't you see it was not meant to be he was born to dangle beneath the hanging tree Mary seems uncertain now as she follows him to his rest she lost her one true love and he lost her with a bullet to the chest a life of crime is a long short road every moment filled with dread and never leaves much room for love in the shadows of its dead oh Mary, can't you see it was not meant to be he was born to dangle beneath the hanging tree Mary climbs the Mercy bridge over the water, dark and cold shell wash away all her tears in the waters healing flow oh Mary, can't you see it was not meant to be he was born to dangle beneath the hanging tree @SONG: The Beautiful Song it all looks beautiful to me ... the rusted cars, the battle scars I wonder where you are tonight the road signs say there some kind of giveaway I hope it's not your heart it all looks beautiful to me ... a twisted fence, a swinging gate an avalanche couldn't keep me down there's miles of road and miles to go I hope you're still around it all looks beautiful to me ... when I'm away I see your face and I can almost feel you breathing hard it makes perfect sense it's what I like the best to find myself in your arms it all looks beautiful to me ... @SONG: Drunkards Prayer tonight I'll say the drunkard's prayer down the hatch and drown myself to sleep I'll close my eyes and stumble round and fall down on my knees I'll raise the glass as it raises me I'll say a prayer, a prayer for release shame acts like a mirror and reflects all I see there's blood in this whiskey it works its charm on me I'll lift the glass as it lifts me I'll say a prayer, a prayer for release I catalog the nameless sins and ask for my forgiveness all I see is my mother's face and my father's blind contrition I'll hold the glass as it holds me and I'll say a prayer, a prayer for release all I want is the devil's due cast me out among my inventions I'll tell the tale that's been told and live with my suspicions I'll raise the glass as it raises me I'll say a prayer, a prayer for release I'll hold the glass as it holds me and I'll say a prayer, a prayer for release @SONG: Closing Time there's a place in Sand Canyon where the sun's always set beneath the Sierra Nevadas in the shadow of a cliff there's a face in the mirror I haven't seen yet this bar looks as good as any for a little refreshment closing time, closing time I'll sit here awhile and drink this bottle real slow and let the jukebox lull me gently before it's time to go closing time, closing time turn the key, lock the door I'm going home give me refuge from the daytime give me solace in the night let me tithe in the only church I know give me one more drink before the lights go low closing time, closing time turn the key, lock the door I'm going home @SONG: massachusetts Jesus in a candle on the table rabbit's foot in the window a hallway leads to nowhere right outside the door they say a man can go by the way if all he does in linger I say salvation is in the smallest things that life has to deliver I'm stuck inside in the snow I'm stuck inside in the snow in Massachusetts, Massachusetts we filed a flight plan for the bats and left all the windows open it gets so quiet in here I can hear the clock in my upstairs neighbor's bedroom they say that time will be your friend it'll get better in the end everything will be alright it never seems that way this time of night I'm stuck inside in the snow I'm stuck inside in the snow in Massachusetts, Massachusetts