My Little Eye (Underground)
Written by Jebel in 1995 – Lyrics Revised 9/17/02
I spy with my little eye, something that begins with the letter “L”
Burnt on his brain when the plane hit
And with bullets of bone the man of God would roam the countryside
Pulling over to offer a ride
I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “O”
Lying unattended in the corridor
The passengers board the sky & we all watch with no-one’s eye
as three, four, now five men rise
Hole in my Head
Hole in my head
I spy with my little eye, something that begins with the letter “S”
tucked in the back of an overdue book
She holds it up and shows us all what to do if we should fall
but we all know, we all know it all
Hole in my Head
Hole in my head
I spy with my little eye, something that begins with the letter “T”
Something beginning with me
And our hero claims as he crosses lanes to know the names
of all that is holy as he calmly aims and
Hole in my Head
Hole in my head
Lyrics:
Incomprehesible, raving paranoid confusion not worth printing. I’m a much better editor these days. When I write things like this now, I know to trash it immediately and keep going.
Mark, here are a few of the tunes you asked for lyrics of. I’ll try to get more up this weekend.
Live with Ghost Notes from Great Eastern Songs Concert – March 2019
Clinton Greene
The stately stoops the wrought iron gates
The tulip trees in bloom
The sun so cool on the walk to school
And the Macs in the coffee shop smile at the meter cop
The mansions tall the mansard roof
Queen Anne our Facebook friend
The school a dream of a mommy team
And the dads on the Citi Bike ride for a cleaner life
(Cycle)
The library is overfull the babies have the floor
Let’s sign the search more bike lanes in the church
Volunteer at the local Y
The brown-skinned child with eyes of blue
two moms don’t need a dad
Well heels stroll with the rent control
All the kids playing in the grass Drink from the same glass
(Cycle)
Melody should vary
Silent films underneath the bridge
with soundtracks performed alive
The bearded chin says that art lives again
Gone is the tragic flaw
Saint Matthew Mark has condo-ed up
Rose window above the bed
We now entertain where they used to abstain and
Seek our hearts on the yoga matt with a back perfectly flat
(Cycle)
(Bridge)
The train from work to after school is double overtime
The mother’s phone little fingers roam
As her second shift begins
The moon is waning in the orange night
The stars cannot be found
Little tears of rain on the walk from the train
As the lights on the parlor floor
Fade
(Cycle)
Pipeline To The Sun
He had a big gun He had a half stack
He had a cool job that would pat him on the back
He had a zoom ride He had a zoom cash
He had a zoom closet that would make him zoom flash
Heaven hold my hand
I listen to the word box I listen every day
I listen to the hip sound and it seemed to say
Hey, where you been, man? Out in the Weed?
You know that milk and honey ain’t got what you need
You come up here, boy, where it’s all done
We got a pipeline from the sun
He packed away his gun He sold his half-stack
He moved into a neighborhood that’s on its way back
He walkin’ through the park The gallery event
He has so little time It must be well spent
Heaven hold my hand
I listen to the papers I listen to the street
I listen to the Rock Club Try to keep the beat
Hey, where you been, man? The Upper Side?
You know that place will leave your heart and soul denied
Come over here, boy, where it’s all done
We got a pipeline from to the sun
He unpacked his gun He bought a half-stack
He moved into a neighborhood that grows it’s own crack
His room an elevator His shower in the stair
He pay his fifty dollar to have his nasty hair
Heaven hold my hand
I listen to the dogfight I listen to the queer
I listen to the asphalt and I think I hear
Hey, where you been, man? Up in the ‘hood?
You know a flat like that ain’t gonna do no good
You come down here, man, where life is fun
We got a pipeline from the sun