Percolater

Waking up to the breaking up of paved cement by working men. Sun's breaking down the dusty frown from the taxicabs. Hear my baby whistling a tune; we heard last spring in early June. Takes me to a place I'd like to see again. Sweet smile, says to me: "Let's take a ride". Sweet smile, sayin: "Let's go hide away awhile". We can beat the clocks, tickin away our gracious days forever. Turning round to the tiny sound of drips and drops it never stops. Looking for my watch so I can follow my schedule. Turning round to the sweeter sound I heard last spring lyin on the ground. I close my eyes and I know just how to get there. Sweet smile, says to me: "Let's take a ride". Sweet smile, sayin: "Let's go hide away awhile". We can beat the clocks, ticking away our gracious days forever. Running out of days in a sullen lost soul place, leaving all the fatal rust for yesterday, for yesterday. Tick tock. Drip drop. Pack your memories in a box. We're finally gonna beat the clocks, living out our gracious days forever. I'm sayin to you: "Sweet smile, come on now babe let's take a ride. Sweet smile, we are gonna take a dive."

 

On The Way

I can see you in the morning when my dreams go on till day. I can see you in the sunset past trees that have lost their leaves. I can see you everyday, to pass down a look to you, to see you on the way. Give me one more look into my eyes. Give me one more smile with surprise. I can see you in the window when the month will change to May. I can see you in the summer past fields that trace your way. I can see down and round the corner… I know where you are. I wanna take your hand - I do. A trails been traced for you. And when I can't see you I trace through my mind. I try to find a picture that I know I've left behind. I will finally see you in a mass of winter snow. With my head hung low. And nowhere to go in the cold. I can see you in the morning when my dreams go on till day. I can see you in the sunset past trees that have lost their leaves. I can see you everyday, on the way, down and round the corner. Give me one more look into your eyes. Wanna take your hands. Give me one more smile with surprise. A trail's been traced for you.
 

Susan
Burnin in the flame of the mountain boy's campfire. You can dry the match of the gift of choice. Trip down to Susan - the angel from the sky, run down to Susan - visiting our tree. We were sitting in the circle of a bonfire with the match she gave to me. So I look and look and smile from circle to circle, tappin on the dirt from the sea. Trip down to Susan - the angel from the sky, run down to Susan - visiting our tree. Oh…On a wavy mountain. Oh…What you've done to me. Lighting a match boy's campfire. Burnin in the dirt of your sea - swimmin in the dirt of your sea. Trip down to Susan - the angel from the sky, run down to Susan - visiting our tree. Burnin in the flame of the match gift of choice, it was used to set the circle. Why not make it happy baby? To roll down a wavy mountain - cleaning up the dirt from your sea. Trip down to Susan - the angel from the sky, run down to Susan - she's burning up our tree.

 

Codes
Codes, I've been reading in and I have understood every word I've read. And Every time I see something in you, I see something in me. I know I've seen your eyes in a stare, stronger glare that reflects too much to me, to you, to them. Obvious obsession. Unrefined regression. Insecure possession. I don't understand. I know the road you walk tonight will be far beyond my sight. The signals bleed and drip down your face. And when you walk with me down my road, I realize I can't see a thing beyond the glare that you create there. You do. Obvious obsession. Unrefined regression. Insecure possession. I don't understand. No, I don't understand.
all lyrics by Bill Budd
all lyrics © buddendorf