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Generator
Cities need a powersource
More than the elements provide
Since we built the generator
Power's been supplied

I stood on a Hilltop
A million lights burned below
People hate the generator
But we love its flow

Generator generator
Atoms burst and boil water
Steam rises up
Steam turns the turbine
And the power moves
Down the power line

We can talk we can shout
But the plug is in or the plug is out
You try to live the things you talk about
It's hard to live without the generator

If you're anything like me
You breathe hypocrisies and lie
People hate the generator
But love to light up the sky

Words and music by Jeff Davis

She Doesn't Work Here There was a girl behind the counter Who would give away her smile Your could stand and watch her from the stationery asile I found myself returning everyday after awhile For the torture that I knew would be in store Then I was kept away for a week or maybe two The wind came off the lake And drove the pigeons from the zoo I finally made it back to that familiar avenue I shivered as I pushed in through the door She doesn't work here anymore The clerk explained to me as he swept the floor I always meant to talk to her before She doesn't work there anymore A blizzard after midnight Blankets everything with snow Esalators empty out their cargo down below This city swallows people And they never even know Or if they do it's easy to ignore I used to like to think that I might see her on the El My thoughts would turn to words Would turn to crutches as we fell But there are few surprises When you know yourself too well There is nothing else in store She doesn't work here anymore I should have talked to her before I wonder what it was I waited for She doesn't work there anymore Words and music by Steve Wanger

Lost in The Mail I wrote you a valentine I sent it to you in jail One or two days late's no crime But the valentine's lost in the mail The valentine's lost in the mail I wrote you a letter To say that justice would prevail I knew this would help you feel better But the letter got lost in the mail The letter got lost in the mail And I dream of you Until I am delirious Civil disobedience Is serious You were a passion flower Wilting on that prision bus While the system Is crumbling all around us I wrote you a letter To say I'd love you without fail I knew this would help you feel better But the letter got lost in the mail The letter got lost in the mail And I dream of you Until I am delirious My words are all dissected By the curious You're a passion flower And that can be dangerous When the system Is crumbling all around us The system Is crumbling all around us I wrote you a valentine I sent it to you in jail One or two days late's no crime But the valentine's lost in the mail The valentine's lost in the mail Words and music by Jeff Davis

Red Pants And Romance I dredged the silt of memory Days passed into history And found that under scrutiny Most are best left mystery Selections of past incidents For reviewing in the present tense Can be done in ways which will omit Mistakes of heart you've paid for since If life's just a linotype lodged in your head Each day's an edition of things done and said And if love me nots are all that's expfessed Edit the flower and re-ink the press Day one we kissed in verdant spates Day three I had her slinging plates Days four through eight for peace I'd wait But would these , too, be deleted dates Months later when by chance we met The plates I'd managed to forget But a quick right hook sealed the bet That she could not forgive me yet If life's just a linotype lodged in your head Each day's an edition of things done and said And if love me nots are all that's expfessed Recycle the paper and question the quest Words and music by Robert Blackmon

Dangerous Roof It's a dangerous roof When the wind blows With a shaky ladder And a street below But the drunks And the lovers Climb up six flights To see the city From above the skylights It's a slippery roof That's a magnet For drunks and lovers The daring walk to the edge And jam a foot In the gutter A tragic lover Said she'd show me how She's way out ther, man She's an angel now She's way out there, man She's an angel now We were strung out And wired up Like kites People are into All different kinds of flights When the wind is up there man, Stay off of that roof Unless you want To be an angel too Unless you want To be an angel too Words and music by Jeff Davis

Can You Get To That Words and music by George Clinton and Ernie Harris

Understanding Furniture Mason was a soldier once but he won't tell you any tales He lives in the place out back but no once sends him any mail A private, driven man, he has no parts to spare I try to catch his eye as he goes down the stairs In the basement he makes furniture While he's talking to himself When he talks to the furniture Sometimes we send fo rhelp He lets his secrets go with a mallet and some pegs A chair that has one arm or a table with no legs He never speaks to me He'll never speak to you Mason understands furniture Is that enough? Idon't mind the noise he makes, It's because of where he's been It's his right to shut me out, still I wish he'd let me in If he were a friend of mine he might help me to know All the places that he's been not where I can go Mason was a soldier once, now he just takes medicine It leaves him speechless, it leaves me wondering About his shining path, the pictures on his shelf Anything to keep me from wondering about myself He never speaks to me He'll never speak to you Mason understands furniture Is that enough? Words by Steve Wagner Music by Willie Aron

Sleep On The Trusty Floor Who has been between these sheets No one that I've known People that I'll never meet Slept here once and then moved on Roll away to sleep For the night Behind this motel door Leave this strange bed undisturbed Sleep on the trusty floor Sleep on the trusty floor Sleep on the trusty floor A thousand strangers Have rested here A thousand in one bed I'd feel so vunerable and weird I'd rather sleep where Souls have tread Roll away to sleep For the night Behind this motel door Leave this strange bed undisturbed Sleep on the trusty floor Sleep on the trusty floor Sleep on the trusty floor All floors are about the same Every floor has got it's dust When sleep pulls me Like an Anchor The floor is easy to trust 'Cause people lived and died Beneath these covers And I feel their presence still I feel rooted to the ground And I always will Some have sunk Into this mattress Like a bad dream Every one of them Left something behind I've shared strange beds before But with people I could see Tonight my Blankets on the floor And I don't mind Words and music by Jeff Davis

Fishing In Your Eye Creases crawl across my brow I don't feel too good right now Fingers fumble at your chin So you've spread your words too thin And when you don't reply I catch what you mean as it slips by I'm fishing in your eye There's a speech at midday Try to picture hair that's gray Children cheer on his knee Flags wave in this recipe A sideshow that I don't buy I catch what he means as it slips by I'm fishing in your eye Hunger we can't contain Though we don't make it plain You took my hand, took my seat Anticipation's high I catch what you mean as it drifts by I'm fishing in your eye Words by Steve Wagner Music by Willie Aron

Between Two Oceans The national product Flows across the water In comes the tanker And out goes the dollar There's rice and tools and textiles I walk around and try to smile She's been on the ship meanwhile Temporarily forever The docks breathe rhythmically The docks breathe Rhythmically Impore export Impore export Goods move back and forth Ships sail from the north Ships depart Without emotion And I'm stuck here Between two oceans I watch the metals shipping out She has copper through her hair She's breathing in pure atmosphere I smell diesel in the air Exports see the world But I'm domestic product And I'm of no great import To this girl across the dateline The docks breathe rhythmically The docks breathe Rhythmically Impore export Impore export Goods move back and forth Ships sail from the north Ships depart Without emotion And I'm stuck here Between two oceans If you see a girl Clutching a passport Up on the top deck Holding a hand rail Tell her I'm going blind Salt water in my eye Since her ship curved out of sight Over the horizon Words and music by Jeff Davis

Learning How To Cheat I'm learning how to cheat death, I just live like I'm dead I feel like a newspaper nobody had read I think of things I used to understand All the flowers turn black at night And the moonshine's in my mouth Heat like a longsome gravestone if there's any doubt I think of things I used to understand The roads converge and then they scatter It's hard to see how some things matter Is there a lot that you would rather not know? I'm a tour guide on the beaten path Let me show you around Everything is easy, here let me help you down No one will over wonder where you went Everywhere the ruins are in disrepair But unless somebody told you You'd never know they were there No one will ever wonder where they went The roads converge and then they scatter It's hard to see how some things matter Is there a lot that you would rather not know? Words by Steve Wagner Music by Steve Wagner, Willie Aron and Robert Blackmon


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