Somewhere between the gold and the black I lost you -- You fell from my hand Like a card from the deck, And you're gone-- I can't retrieve the things that we had I can't reclaim the hours that have slipped away-- There is nothing left But an empty horizon and you.
Like the sun coming out from Behind a cloud-- A dream that couldn't be true, You were a vision in sunlight and lace, Never was there another face Like the one That you wore--
But now that you're gone I sit alone and I wonder, Is it the sound of the rain that I hear? Is it thunder?
Come back again in my dreams if you can, You're welcome if ever you choose To join me there, I don't have much company These days, I stay in the same old place, And I sit alone and wonder, Is it the sound of the rain that I hear? Is it thunder?
(Dedicated to my mother, Eloise Carreon and the Choir of the Sacred Heart)
It's Gonna Get Worse (Before It Gets Better), by Charles Carreon
Well the flood came down Took the house away Wouldn’t you know That the porch would stay On that beat up couch With the cigarette burns I can just sit here While the world turns
And it’s gonna get worse Before it gets better I heard the guv’mnt lady say Before she drove away In her guv’mnt car She was a real go-getter But she never came back this way I hope the neighbors didn’t catch her
Well eventually they brought some trailers in Of formaldehyde, plastic and tin I moved indoors one summer day Now they wanna take it all away I signed all the forms And said what can I do? They said maybe you can stay A month or two
But it’s gonna get worse Before it gets better Money doesn’t grow on trees And people aren’t honeybees Yeah it always gets worse Before it gets better That’s what they always say Forever and a day
Like Napoleon said at Waterloo When the story’s wrote Then you’re through You can bitch and moan You can cry and weep Sign a gov’mnt loan Get a repayment sheet
But it always gets worse And it rarely gets better There’s a bigger force in play I heard that preacher say Before they burned his church And the weather got wetter There’s always hell to pay At least ‘till judgment day ‘Cause it’s gonna get worse Before it gets better So I take five shots a day And now you’ll hear me say It was worse But now it's gotten better
If your life is plagued with discord, and you can't get out of bed, If you're hungover with sadness and wish that you were dead, If you've got a forty-five pointed up against your head, Then you might as well become a Buddhist And save a little lead.
Well if you dig the Mahayana You don't have to cut your hair And if you chant a little now You'll have nothing to fear When death comes strolling down the aisle And extends his hand to you, You'll say "my ticket's paid today, So what more can I do?"
The Dharma's just for losers At least that's what the Siddha said When he rolled the final snake eyes With the eyeballs from his head And dakinis started cackling Like buzzards in the sky Then he clicked his heels And grabbed his chick And flew away on high.
It's Tantra, baby, on the hoof Too hot to try to sell, And if you don't believe me We'll discuss it all in hell. The family is twisted, That's known around these parts, The men will steal your car While the women break your heart.
The crossing signs are switched up All around this place, When you play it, it's a Joker, Though you swore you drew an Ace, And the hit men play with apple pies The girls are made of stone And every word that flies about Is sure to break a bone.
The guides have all gone crazy In this place where travel's free, There's nothing more amazing Than to see one in a tree, Laughing like a psycho With his head inside a box You'd swear he'd never heard That little kids get chicken pox.
It's Tantra, baby, grab a bite And hang on to your hat, We'll feed you magic potions And lay you on a mat, We'll dance around you wildly With flowers in our hair And when you wake in our place You are a billionaire.
In a movie last week A man spilled soda on me And I think his eyes were laughing Like the forests of the moon As the dictionary rambled At the dawning of last week
Walking down the street, last week I saw children on the sidewalk Drawing pictures of their mothers Purple chalk on quiet concrete I ate sherbert mixed with sloe gin During midday of last week
Turning on my room light last week The wood floors burned with crimson And it seems that they were laughing Like the joker's mask of mourning Chanting hymns of quiet sadness In the evening of last week
I went to a law firm the other day; They said to come down right away So I ditched all my classes; I put on my suit, And applied some Aqua Velva to my face to boot. I borrowed the car from my dear roommate, Cause I knew that he wouldn't want me to be late. I took the elevator to the thirty third floor And walked through the huge oak double-doors. It was a law firm, A real big place, With chrome decor from outer space. It was a great big place, With lots of magazines And a woman with a face from the fashion scene brought me a cup of stale caffeine. While I was chokin it down, This guy came around; Well he was tryin' to smile But it looked like a frown. He was lookin' around and sniffin' about Like maybe somebody Didn't put the cat out. It was a law firm A really big place With the big time bucks That the big boys make. The first guy I talked to Was an a-sso-ci-ate; Didn't say too much, And his favorite line Was "Excuse me, what?" Then he took me down the hall To this real stiff chick With some real cold hands And clothes that really fit -- She looked at my shoes And she looked at my face, And that second look said "Boy are you outta place." She talked about "the firm," And she talked about clients; She looked me in the eye And said "They're all corporate giants." Yeah it was a law firm, A scary place Like a bad disease Of the human race So I said goodbye, ma'am, I really gotta run, Cause I'm a bit too young To give up havin' fun As I was walkin' out They met me at the door, And looked like they might pitch me Out the thirty-third floor But they were so polite And said "We really understand," While what they meant was "Boy are you outta hand." It was a law firm Ya know the kinda place -- They'll give you a job and Think they own your face -- It was a law firm A dangerous place A bad disease Of the human race.