This is the one…
In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I’m a long way from home
Lord, I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain
With no place to goOut on runway number nine
Seven-oh-seven set to go
But I’m stuck here on the ground
Where the cold wind blows
Now the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
She’ll be rolling down at lastHear the mighty engines roar
See the silver bird on high
She’s away and westward bound
Far above the clouds she’ll fly
Where the morning rain don’t fall
And the sun always shines
She’ll be flying over my home
In about three hours timeSo the airports got me down
It’s no earthly good to me
Cause I’m stuck here on the ground
Bored and drunk as I can be
You can’t jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I’d best be on my way
In the early morning rain
Not the song I was looking for on Blip.fm this morning, but I do love this track. In fact this whole album still makes me shiver when I hear it. This era of the Cure, just before they went more chart friendly, is my favourite. Some of their darkest songs are in this period, and some of Robert Smith’s best lyrics…
I don’t care
If only I could say that
And not feel so sick and scared
I don’t care
If only I could say that
If only my eyes would closeIt’s jesus brilliant
You used to laugh
Walking these gorgeous blocks
This top is the place
Where nobody goes
You just imagine
You just imagine it allEvery day I lie here
And know that it’s true
All I really want is you
Please come back
Please come back
Like all the other ones doPlease come back
All of you
If I had faith, this is what I would aspire to write. Tom Waits is a genius, but Mr. Cash recorded the best version I’ve ever heard. But being an atheist I jsut appreciate the beauty and simplicity of this song…
There’s a place I know where the train goes slow
Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb
There’s a river by the trestle down by sinner’s grove
Down where the willow and the dogwood growYou can hear the whistle, you can hear the bell
From the halls of heaven to the gates of hell
And there’s room for the forsaken if you’re there on time
You’ll be washed of all your sins and all of your crimes
If you’re down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there where the train goes slowThere’s a golden moon that shines up through the mist
And I know that your name can be on that list
There’s no eye for an eye, there’s no tooth for a tooth
I saw Judas Iscariot carrying John Wilkes Booth
He was down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
He was down there where the train goes slowIf you’ve lost all your hope, if you’ve lost all your faith
I know you can be cared for and I know you can be safe
And all the shamefuls and all of the whores
And even the soldier who pierced the side of the Lord Is down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there where the train goes slowWell, I’ve never asked forgiveness and I’ve never said a prayer
Never given of myself, never truly cared
I’ve left the ones who loved me and I’m still raising
Cain I’ve taken the low road and if you’ve done the same
Meet me down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there where the train goes slowMeet me down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there where the train goes slow
Thanks to Trent Reznor for mentioning Saul Williams a few years back, he is such a fantastic poet.
…To manifest your dreams before you manifest your fears
To navigate beyond the treachery of self despair
To find the balance between all you sense and all you see
To find the patience and the strength it takes to let it be
To stand amongst the crowd and have the strength to hold your own
To throw away the pen and pad and simply be the poem
To rise above hatred to love through seeming contradiction
To seldom take a side and learn to compliment the friction.
To bring about the change within that we can’t live without.
To shift and re-arrange ideals and learn to deal with doubt.
To voice the victory and unlearn ways of self-defeat
To learn the value of, “Yo, fuck the words just ride the beat”
To leave the comfort zones of all you know to all you feel
To step beyond the void and realize the unknown is real
To re-imagine every obstacle as just means of honing craft and learn to laugh at failures funny dreamThere has to be some other way to stop the fight
I was raised to be lowered
Was I raised to be lowered? I was raised to be lowered
Was I raised to be lowered?
Each day we sing and pray for guidance through the night
I was raised to be lowered
Was I raised to be lowered?
I was raised to be lowered
Was I raised to be lowered?To not allow the worshippers to take up all the space
To dance at funerals and grieve when true love shows its face
To meditate upon the lesser things like hair and nails
To find new meaning in your freedom when your freedom kills
To walk the runway on the one day when you’ve lost your stride
To show your face when you feel more inclined to run and hide
To keep it gutter when you utter
No, it won’t stop until the ones that point their guns at get got!
You’re gonna get got!
Let these niggas get got!
Lying through the ?-top
You’re lying on the have-not
You’re gonna get got! Get popped, get Cocked.
Let these niggas get got. Let these niggas get got!There has to be some other way to stop the fight
I was raised to be lowered
Was I raised to be lowered? I was raised to be lowered
Was I raised to be lowered?
Each day we sing and pray for guidance through the night
I was raised to be lowered
Was I raised to be lowered?
I was raised to be lowered
Was I raised to be lowered?(Hallelujah) All these other suckas make me sick
Inshallah we’ve come this far, the past can suck my dick
Blessed be the virgin, especially if she’s nice and thick
May your first time be full of grace, respect, and not a trick
First communion. Sacred as the day you were conceived.
Born in sin? Nah, think again
Repent and disbelieve
Heaven is between your thighs
There lies the trick
Deceived holy blood shed once a month until you nurture seed
…Was I raised to be lower?
Was I raised to be lower?
Was I raised to be lower?
(Was I raised?) Was I raised to be lower?
(Was I raised?) Was I raised to be lower?
(Was I raised?) Was I raised to be lower?
(Was I raised?) Was I raised to be lower?
(Was I raised?) Was I raised to be lower?
(Was I raised?) Was I raised to be lower?
(Was I raised?) Was I raised to be lower?
(Was I raised?) Was I raised to be lower?