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Native Son Lyric Sheet

Album ©1991 Sire Records Company

Songs:

  1. Native Son
  2. Daylight
  3. Convalescing in Spain
  4. Don't Drop The Baby
  5. She Lives (in a Time of Her Own)
  6. Incognito
  7. In Like With You
  8. Woman in the Garden
  9. Waiting for the Rain
  10. Counting Sheep
  11. Perfumed Lies
  12. The Wanted Man


Native Son

Native son, what have you done?
Where have you been? Who do you know?
Where have you been? Who do you know?

Nothing, no one, nowhere, mainly devil-may-care.
Nothing, no one, nowhere, I'm still picking things from the air.

D-d-dizzy boy, is there still joy
in being free and in between,
in being free and in between?

Nothing, no one, nowhere, mainly devil-may-care.
Nothing, no one, nowhere, I'm still picking things from the air.

Nothing, no one, nowhere.
Nothing, no one, nowhere.
Nothing, no one, nowhere.
Nothing, no one, nowhere.

Native son, what have you done?
Where have you been? Who do you know?
Where have you been? Who do you know?

Nothing, no one, nowhere, mainly devil-may-care.
Nothing, no one, nowhere, I'm still picking things from the air.

I'm gonna la-la-la-la-la-la my way through life.
I'm gonna la-la-la-la-la-la my way through life.
I'm gonna la-la-la-la-la-la my way through this life.

Nothing, no one, nowhere, mainly devil-may-care.
Nothing, no one, nowhere, I'm still picking things from the air.

Nowhere.


Daylight

She slipped up on daylight.
Night was her best companion, I've heard it told, yet
she slipped up on daylight.
Crack in the sidewalk she up and disappeared and sang,
whoa, daylight, daylight.
(oh, oh, oh, day-ee-li-ee-yi-ee-ight)
Whoa, daylight, daylight.
(oh, oh, oh, day-ee-li-ee-yi-ee-ight)

All the people gathered 'round said,
"Gosh, we really liked that girl."
And a boy said he always knew she was
falling slowly, going nowhere.
And some boy said, "You really should have been here, I swear.
She up and disappeared, it was really too weird."

She slipped up on daylight.
Caught in the morning hour she met her end, yes.
She slipped up on daylight.
Crack in the sidewalk she disappeared.
It's for the best.

Whoa, daylight, daylight.
Whoa-whoa, daylight, daylight.

Story is she lost her boyfriend in some bar some months ago.
Spent her nights since calling, falling, falling slowly, going nowhere.
And some boy said, "You really should have been here, I swear.
She up and disappeared, it was really too weird."

She slipped up on daylight.
Caught in the morning hour she met her end, yes.
She slipped up on daylight.
Crack in the sidewalk she disappeared.
It's for the best.

Whoa, daylight, daylight.
Whoa-whoa, daylight, daylight.

A reporter from the tabloids came and they sang,
"Gosh, we really liked that girl."
And a boy said always he knew she was
falling slowly, going nowhere.
Heard that boy said, "You really should have been here, I swear.
She up and disappeared, it was really too weird."

She slipped up on daylight.
Night was her best companion, I've heard it told, yet
she slipped up on daylight.
Crack in the sidewalk she up and disappeared and sang,
whoa, daylight, daylight.
Whoa, daylight, daylight.
Whoa, daylight, daylight.
Whoa, daylight...
Daylight.


Convalescing in Spain

Convalescing in Spain, trying to purge this sickness
you started in me.
At the outdoor cafes, trying to cool this fever;
drink, relief, recovery.
In scratchy shade of a dusty almond tree,
boozing it up with friends I've made.
Yeah, we laugh till we cry, but they don't know my mind
is oceans away.

The people really like me here; my Spanish
is getting better,
but all I want to do is break away from them
and write you another letter
that I'll never send; I fold them into boats,
set them afloat in the neighborhood pool.
The children love them 'til they sink and say,
"ˇHagame uno mas! ˇEsos son muy cool!"

Running on the beach, over the rocky part,
I can almost forget that forgetting is the hardest part,
that letting go is only a state of mind, that love is impure,
that love is blind, blind, blind, blind-a.
I'm talkin' blinkers, man!

Running on the beach, over the rocky part,
I can almost forget that forgetting is the hardest part.

Convalescing in Spain, I've been keeping a diary,
and I must be getting well, 'cause I write less of you,
and more of me, things like:
"Did we sleep through the best part?
Did we cry through the worst part?
Did we chinga through the good days?
Did we get stuck with the end?
Don't we cry when someone steals the show?
Hate when it's someone we know?"

Perhaps this is the best part, convalescing in Spain.
Perhaps this is my best part, convalescing in Spain.


Don't Drop the Baby

Aren't we all born at sea? Water breaks, the woman screams.
Such violence you'd think that our world was coming to an end.
Aren't we all borne on blood? Hearts beat, the cord ruptures.
So much gore you'd think so much injury we'd never mend.

I want and want, I need, I need. I love when you sleep with me.
Don't pick me up, don't put me down. I'm growing on you like a weed.

Don't drop the baby, 'cause he might cry.
Don't touch my soft spot cause I might die.
Don't drop the baby, 'cause he might cry.
Don't touch my soft spot cause I might die.
Don't drop the baby, 'cause he might cry.
Don't touch my soft spot cause I might die.
I am depending on you.

Don't I know I cause you too much pain? Yes, but you bear it well.
I'd think, such a burden, you would resent me, resent me.
Even though, after all, it's only natural I'm childish.
I'd think, being so weak, I would disgust you, disgust you.

I want and want, I need, I need. I love when you sleep with me.
Don't pick me up, don't put me down. I'm growing on you like a weed.

I want and want, I need, I need. I love when you sleep with me.
(Don't drop the baby, 'cause he might cry.)
Don't pick me up, don't put me down. I love when you sleep with me.
(Don't drop the baby, 'cause he might cry.)
I want and want, I need, I need. Please pick me up, please put me down.
(Don't drop the baby, 'cause he might cry.)
I love when you sleep with me.
I want and want, I need, I need. Please pick me up, please put me down.
(Don't drop the baby, 'cause he might cry.)
I'm growing on you like a weed.

Don't drop the baby, 'cause he might cry.
Don't touch my soft spot cause I might die.
Don't drop the baby, 'cause he might cry.
Don't touch my soft spot cause I might die.
Don't drop the baby, 'cause he might cry.
Don't touch my soft spot cause I might die.
Don't drop the baby, 'cause he might cry.
Don't touch my soft spot cause I might die.

Don't drop the baby, 'cause he might cry.
(I want and want, I need, I need. Please pick me up, please put me down.)
Don't touch my soft spot cause I might die.
Don't drop the baby, 'cause he might cry.
(I want and want, I need, I need. Please pick me up, please put me down.)
Don't touch my soft spot cause I might die.
Don't drop the baby, 'cause he might cry.
(I want and want, I need, I need. Please pick me up, please put me down.)
Don't touch my soft spot cause I might die.
I am depending on you.


She Lives (In a Time of Her Own)

She lives, no fear, doubtless in everything she knows.
Through time, unchecked the sureness of her flows.
She leaves herself inside you when she goes.

Her love whips hard like wind and stabs in eager pain.
She wins your thoughts and drives your inner planes.
She clears and shares a love that never drains.

She lives in a time of her own.
She lives in a time of her own.

You have always heard her speaking. She's been always in your ear.
Her voice sounds a tone within you. Listen to the words you hear.
Her time has no past or future. She lives everything she sees.
Her time doesn't spin outside her. It's in every breath she breathes.

She lives in a time of her own.
She lives in a time of her own.

Her eyes breathe light, reflect the aura of her hair.
She sends, attends, behind an alpha stare.
She seeks the stars and spirals up the stair.

She lives in a time of her own.
She lives in a time of her own.

You have always heard her speaking. She's been always in your ear.
Her voice sounds a tone within you. Listen to the words you hear.
Her time has no past or future. She lives everything she sees.
Her time doesn't spin outside her. It's in every breath she breathes.

She lives in a time of her own.
She lives in a time of her own.

Her love whips hard like wind and stabs in eager pain.
She wins your thoughts and drives your inner planes.
She clears and shares a love that never drains.

She lives in a time of her own.
She lives in a time of her own.
She lives in a time of her own.
She lives in a time of her own.
She lives in a time of her own.
She lives in a time of her own.
She lives in a time of her own.
She lives in a time of her own.


Incognito

In the back of the front of the middle line
of lovers and friends, meet me incognito.
Clothed in pretense, groomed by deception. I'll be there.
And I've watched you vanish in a cloud of illusion,
in your crowd of rainmakers, pop lovers, and trendy ones.
Taking on every look you've mistook for clarity.

Meet me incognito. Wear your disguise.
Meet me incognito. Cover up your eyes.
Meet me incognito like you always do.
Meet me incognito. I won't know you.

Leery-eyed and full of free heart notions,
moviegoer moves, and soap opera kisses.
It's nice to be unknown by the known, slip into character.

Meet me incognito. Wear your disguise.
Meet me incognito. Cover up your eyes.
Meet me incognito like you always do.
Meet me incognito. I won't know you.

I don't know you.
I don't know you.


In Like With You

Isn't this how it goes? Another change of clothes?
Another pack of cigarettes? Twenty grade A filtered regrets.
Gaze out your window, and what do you see?
Lovers in the sun, friends, and me, blaming everyone's history.

I pour myself into you, you really drink me dry.
At times like this I might as well be kissing the sky.

Liking you the way I do. So much in like with you.
With you.

Isn't this who we are? Another sleazy bar?
Another tinkling in the glass? Drought of days that so slowly pass.

I pour myself into you, the apple of my eye.
At times like this I might as well be kissing the sky.

Liking you the way I do. So much in like with you.

Isn't this how it goes? Another change of clothes?
Another pack of cigarettes? Twenty grade A filtered regrets.
Gaze out my window, and what do I see?
Lovers in the sun, friends, and me, aching for your cool company.

I pour myself into you, you really drink me dry.
At times like this I might as well be kissing the sky.

Liking you the way I do. So much in like with you.
With you.
(So much in like with you.)

Liking you the way I do. So much in like with you.
Liking you the way I do. So much in like with you.
Liking you...[fade]


Woman in the Garden

Pruning shears in her lovely hands;
gloves she got for Christmas. Time demands.
Time for trimming, cutting back.
Keeping a tight rein on the domesticated shrubbery.

Woman in the garden. She's always been
the lovely lady next door. Sweets for the children, alms for the poor.
Woman in the garden. She's always been
the lovely lady next door. Sweets for the children, alms for the poor.

Sweets for the children, alms for the poor,
mace for the rapers, wave for the neighbors.
She sure paints a pretty picture
for everyone and everyone's concern.

Woman in the garden. She's always been the lovely lady next door.
Married to the wrong man. "Really," my sister says, "a total drunken boor."
Bruise on her face sometimes, or a hitch in her stride.
Sees me in the window now and smiles, smiles, smiles.

Woman in the garden. She's always been
the lovely lady next door. Sweets for the children, alms for the poor.
Woman in the garden. She's always been
the lovely lady next door. Sweets for the children, alms for the poor.

Gentle ticking in her face.
Dusting the rocks. Yellow dress.

Who's to blame for mistaken attentions
and good intent and time better spent?

Anyone's guess, anyone's guess, anyone's guess. (Anyone's guess.)


Waiting for the Rain

I waited for the rain, and I prayed for conversation,
just one word from you, some sweet sensation.
You assault my senses like a blight. You run all over me like rain.
You hurt me with your pretty voice. Your eye is a hurricane.

Isn't it just like the wind to carry you away?
Isn't it just like the wind to carry you away?

Whoa-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh.

The summer bends and breaks in the hands of sister change.
The sky goes big and wild in the hands of sister change.
Old sun moves away and the storms laughing somewhere near.
Human nature come to call and whispers in my ear.

Isn't it just like the wind to carry you away?
Isn't it just like the wind to carry you away?

Whoa-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh.

Now I've waited for the rain, and I've prayed for conversation.
Just one word from you, some sweet sensation.
You assault my senses like a blight. You run all over me like rain.
You hurt me with your pretty voice. Your eye is a hurricane.

Isn't it just like the wind to carry you away?
Isn't it just like the wind to carry you away?

Whoa-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh.

(Mmmm, mmmm.)


Counting Sheep

The sky never looked so blue, blue never seemed so deep.
The water never slept so wide, wider awake than sleep.

Love's all counting sheep,
waiting on the moon to bring you something you can't keep, keep.
Love's all counting sheep,
just as sure as this lover's face floats before me this morning.

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh,
Love's all counting sheep.

Love's all counting sheep.
Lying in the folds in your bed you hear your heart beat bleat-bleat.
Love's all counting sheep,
just as sure as this lover's face floats before me this morning.

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh,
Love's all counting sheep.

I would really like you to be on my side.
But the side you show me isn't what I had in mind.

Love's all counting sheep,
waiting on the moon to bring you something you can't keep, keep.
Love's all counting sheep,
just as sure as this lover's face floats before me this morning.

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh,
Love's all counting sheep.

I would really like you to be on my side.
But the side you show me isn't what I had in mind.

The sky never looked so blue, blue never seemed so deep.
The water never slept so wide, wider awake than sleep.

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, Love is, love is,
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, Love's all counting sheep.
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, Love is, love is,
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, Love is counting sheep, yeah.


Perfumed Lies

We walked the park and into the rain.
The bitter droplets washed the clouds from our eyes.
Nothing to say (nothing to say),
nothing at all (nothing at all).
And I stood there anxiously waiting for the scent of her perfumed lies.

She had her youth and her own little world.
Happily painting a picture of how we were meant to be.
But it fractured her smile (fractured her smile),
this colorless town (this colorless town).
And I told her that sorrow was never meant for her to see.

But it's over now, whatever we had.
And I know, somehow, I've never felt, felt so sad.

She came again like a forgotten dream.
The bitter tears washed the clouds from my eyes.
Nothing to say (nothing to say),
nothing at all (nothing at all).
And I stood there still waiting for the stench of her perfumed lies.

It was nothing at all, the time we shared.
And still, somehow, I've never felt, felt so alone.
So alone.
So alone.
So alone.

It was nothing at all (nothing at all).
Nothing at all (nothing at all).
Nothing at all,
Nothing at all.


The Wanted Man

Ride my yellow mare down to the station.
Stand on the platform beneath the big sky,
all sag and warp.
Wait the train, wait the smoke, see the dust. See it choke the day, day, day.
See the man, feel the plain, see the youth
fade, fade, fade.

He is known as Jones. He comes here every year
on the selfsame day. Few have seen the tear on his face.

Hold the yellowed letter gently as I can.
Read the faded writing from the girl back East,
all sweat and hope. It says,
"I am scared. They still search for you. No more contact. It's the best thing
to do, to do, to do.
If I come some year soon it will be the tenth of June, my love,
my love."

See the yellow mare down by the station.
Tied to the platform beneath the big sky, all sweat and sleep.
Prick her ear, blink her eye at the train rushing by, rushing by, rushing by.
If it stopped, would she shy? But the train rushes by, rushes by, rushes by.

A woman whispers, "He is known as Jones, he comes here every year
on the selfsame day. I think this makes the tenth year."


All Songs:
Music by The JudyBats
Lyrics by Jeff Heiskell
Except "Perfumed Lies" Lyrics
by Johnny Sughrue

©1990 Heifer Music / Warner Tamerlane
Publishing Corp. BMI

Except "She Lives (in a Time of Her Own)"
Written by Roky Erickson & Tommy Hall
©1967 Tapier Music BMI.

Lyrics reprinted without permission.
I hope nobody minds.
Please use for private research and study only.
Any other use is on your head.

Adapted from a text file by Eric Wincentsen


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