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Saturday, August 2 at 6:00pm

New Jersey Runaway

The new apprentice at the Transistor Modulator...

She’s really a New Jersey runaway, a sleep walker
We had oranges in the shade
Quartermaster quarter hour

These days are eroding the past
Seems we have a lot of things to do
Our times are good ones
Our times are good ones

She’s really a New Jersey runaway, a sleep walker

Mountain climbing is like tasting the sky
Watching trees go by the stars are getting closer
Avalanche freedom, sunset faraway

We had oranges in the shade
Quartermaster quarter hour
She’s really a New Jersey runaway, a sleep walker

Big bucket screamers
Brick building dwellers
Rope bridges to indefinite valleys

Margarita combine
Coffee tea and an hour
I look at you, I look straight at you

We had oranges in the shade
Quartermaster quarter hour
She’s really a New Jersey runaway, a sleep walker

Lyrics (c) 2010 Max Yawney

When It Rains

The Oscill-O-Scope...

When it rains
it rains and it rains
it rains and it rains
it rains and it rains

The sky is comin down
totally surrounding you
ground is shaking, moving around
you feel the sky hitting the ground
no sound, no advice

When it rains
it rains and it rains
it rains and it rains
it rains and it rains

The air is getting darker and darker and darker
There’s no birds
There are no birds flying around anywhere, no birds nowhere
This indignant vacuous flouride, no birds no where

When it rains
it rains and it rains
it rains and it rains
it rains and it rains

This film is over
The screen is dark, there is no screen
This film is over

When it rains
it rains and it rains
it rains and it rains
it rains and it rains

We might see the sun again someday
Firebird Cageman
Bridgewalker

When it rains
it rains and it rains
it rains and it rains
it rains and it rains

Lyrics (c) 2010 Max Yawney

Jacko

 

The URW boys getting ready for a take...

There’s magazines
A room at dusk- no lights
There’s a high pitch sound

He’s a bear hunting man
All covered in blood and sweat
Draggin’ a bear ain’t easy

Pricing our moments, staring at the screen
Time is passin’ fast Jacko!
I got five bucks and a headache

There’s a gasoline station, a long desert road
Spinning wheels, ground cover
Racing past the open tunnels

Watching sunsets can drive a man crazy
Hearing the wind raises blood pressure
Nervous paper silhouettes

There’s magazines
A room at dusk- no lights
There’s a high pitch sound

Chewin’ your fingernails is like keeping time
I feel my age , i can feel it
Some things you remember

Turpentine wine Wall Street
Floating dollars intoxicated
Quantified moments, market analysis

There’s footsteps
A rocking chair meditation
Here and silent, mineral spirits

There’s magazines
A room at dusk- no lights
There’s a high pitch sound

Pricing our moments, staring at the screen
Time is passin’ fast Jacko!
I got five bucks and a headache

There’s a room at dusk- no lights
There’s a high pitch sound

There’s a high pitch sound

Lyrics (c) 2010 Max Yawney