hearts.bones From kaija!kaija.spb.su!andreyev Sat Oct 23 16:18:05 1993 Received: by softjoys.spb.su (UUPC/@ v5.09gamma, 14Mar93); Sat, 23 Oct 1993 16:18:03 +0300 Received: by kaija.spb.su id AA08300 (5.65.kiae-1 for ak@softjoys.spb.su); Sat, 23 Oct 1993 14:45:24 +0300 Message-Id: <199310231145.AA08300@kaija.spb.su> To: ak@softjoys.spb.su Organization: KAIJA-SOFT LTD, St.Petersburg, Russia From: andreyev@kaija.spb.su (Alexander Andreyev) Date: Sat, 23 Oct 93 14:45:24 +0300 (MSK) Subject: simon.paul, Lines: 345 Status: RO @ALBUM: hearts.bones Author: Paul ?[1;7mSimon?[m Album title: Hearts and Bones @SONG: Allergies (Paul ?[1;7mSimon?[m) Maladies Melodies Allergies to dust and grain Maladies Remedies Still these allergies remain My hand can't touch a guitar string My fingers just burn and ache My head intercedes with my bodily needs And my body won't give it a break My heart can stand a disaster My heart can take a disgrace But my heart is allergic To the women I love And it's changing the shape of my face Allergies Allergies Something's living on my skin Doctor please Doctor please Open up it's me again I go to a famous physician I sleep in the local hotel >From what I can see of the people like me We get better But we never get well So I ask myself this question It's a question I often repeat Where do allergies go When it's after a show And they want to get something to eat? Allergies Allergies Something's living on my skin Doctor please Doctor please Open up it's me again Maladies Melodies Allergies to dust and grain Maladies Remedies Still these allergies remain @SONG: Hearts and Bones (Paul ?[1;7mSimon?[m) One and one-half wandering Jews Free to wander wherever they choose Are travelling together In the Sangre de Cristo The Blood of Christ Mountains Of New Mexico On the last leg of the journey They started a long time ago The arc of a love affair Rainbows in the high desert air Mountain passes slipping into stones Hearts and bones Hearts and bones Hearts and bones Thinking back to the season before Looking back through the cracks in the door Two people were married The act was outrageous The bride was contagious She burned like a bride These events may have had some effect On the man with the girl by his side The arc of a love affair His hands rolling down her hair Love like lightning shaking till it moans Hearts and bones Hearts and bones Hearts and bones And whoa whoa whoa She said why? Why don't we drive through the night And we'll wake up down in Mexico Oh I I don't know nothin' about nothin' About Mexico And tell me why Why won't you love me For who I am Where I am He said: 'Cause that's not the way the world is baby This is how I love you, baby This is how I love you, baby One and one-half wandering Jews Returned to their natural coasts To resume old acquaintances Step out occasionally And speculate who had been damaged the most Easy time will determine if these consolations Will be their reward The arc of a love affair Waiting to be restored You take two bodies and you twirl them into one Their hearts and their bones And they won't come undone Hearts and bones Hearts and bones Hearts and bones Hearts and bones @SONG: When Numbers Get Serious (Paul ?[1;7mSimon?[m) I have a number in my head Though I don't know why it's there When numbers get serious You see their shape everywhere Dividing and multiplying Exchanging with ease When times are mysterious Serious numbers are easy to please Take my address Take my phone Call me if you can Here's my address Here's my phone Please don't give it to some madman Hey hey, whoa whoa Complicated life Numbers swirling thick and curious You can cut them with a knife You can cut them with a knife Two times two is twenty-two Four times four is forty-four When numbers get serious They leave a mark on your door Urgent. Urgent. A telephone is ringing in the hallways When times are mysterious Serious numbers will speak to us always That is why a man with numbers Can put your mind at ease We've got numbers by the trillions Here and overseas Hey hey, whoa whoa Look at the stink about Japan All those numbers waiting patiently Don't you understand? Don't you understand? So wrap me Wrap me Wrap me do In the shelter of your arms I am ever your volunteer I won't do you any harm I will love innumerably You can count on my word When times are mysterious Serious numbers Will always be heard When times are mysterious Serious numbers will always be heard And after all is said and done And the numbers all come home The four rolls into three The three turns into two And the two becomes a One @SONG: Think Too Much (b) (Paul ?[1;7mSimon?[m) The smartest people in the world Had gathered in Los Angeles To analyze our love affair And possibly unscramble us And we sat among our photographs Examined every one And in the end we compromised And met the morning sun Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much They say the left side of the brain Dominates the right And the right side has to labor Through the long and speechless night And in the night My father came to me And held me to his chest He said there's not much more that you can do Go on and get some rest And I said yeah Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much @SONG: Song About the Moon (Paul ?[1;7mSimon?[m) If you want to write a song about the moon Walk along the craters of the afternoon When the shadows are deep And the light is alien And gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement And you want to write a song about the moon You want to write a spiritual tune Then nah nah nah Presto Song about about the moon If you want to write a song about the heart Think about the moon before you start Because the heart will howl Like a dog in the moonlight And the heart can explode Like a pistol on a June night So if you want to write a song about the heart And its ever-longing for a counterpart Write a song about the moon The laughing boy He laughed so hard He fell down from his place The laughing girl She laughed so hard The tears rolled down her face Hey Songwriter If you want to write a song about A face Think about a photograph That you really can't remember But you can't erase Wash your hands in dreams and lightning Cut off your hair And whatever is frightening If you want to write a song About a face If you want to write a song about The human race Write a song about the moon If you want to write a song about the moon You want to write a spiritual tune THEN DO IT Write a song about the moon @SONG: Think Too Much (a) (Paul ?[1;7mSimon?[m) They say that the left side of the brain Controls the right They say that the right side Has to work hard all night Maybe I think too much for my own good Some people say so Other people say no no The fact is You don't think as much as you could hmmm I had a childhood that was mercifully brief I grew up in a state of disbelief I started to think too much When I was twelve going on thirteen Me and the girls from St. Augustine Up in the mezzanine Thinking about God Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much Have you ever experienced a period of grace When your brain just takes a seat behind your face And the world begins The Elephant Dance Everything's funny Everyone's sunny You take out your money And walk down the road That leads me to the girl I love The girl I'm always thinking of But maybe I think too much And I ought to just hold her Stop trying to mold her Maybe blindfold her And take her away Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much Maybe I think too much @SONG: Train in the Distance (Paul ?[1;7mSimon?[m) She was beautiful as Southern skies The night he met her She was married to someone He was doggedly determined that he would get her He was old, he was young >From time to time he'd tip his heart But each time she withdrew Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance Everybody thinks it's true Well eventually the boy and the girl get married Sure enough they have a son And though they both were occupied With the child she carried Disagreements had begun And in a while they fell apart It wasn't hard to do Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance Everybody thinks it's true Two disappointed believers Two people playing the game Negotiations and love songs Are often mistaken for one and the same Now the man and the woman Remain in contact Let us say it's for the child With disagreements about the meaning Of a marriage contract Conversations hard and wild But from time to time He makes her laugh She cooks a meal or two Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance Everybody thinks it's true Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance Everybody thinks it's true What is the point of this story What information pertains The thought that life could be better Is woven indelibly Into our hearts And our brains