The Best of River Jude Phoenix

Across The Way

Hear say hear now, I've heard you've found
There's more across the way
Now the other side can look so nice
Until you've heard this myth won't wash away
I've heard there's more in altered land
No rocks, no tools, no stepping stones

BIS

You live across the way I've heard you say
Not in words, you show on face
I use my tongue, wear on sleeve

Hat's off, my tie's undone, welcome...
This plan to cross border, soldiers divide families
That's reform
Here say here now, I've heard you found
Across the way it's green I'm told

BIS

Hat's off, we can't feel you so no
And you can't talk so now you're dumb

The standoffish way you sit in your office
He's a goldfish
He gets as big as your fishbowl
Food for your own dish
Let's just say it's found in all of us
Instead we say, we they she he
Just call them out by name
Good could be found
Let's sift through sand
Good could be found
A fallen angel has been canned
Should it be bound a calling
What breathes down your neck is lion's breath
Breathe...
That's all I have to say for now
I'll save the rest for rainy days...

Note to a friend

Lone star state of mine

Curi Curi

My days are heavy
On the inside of my night
My gaze falls heavy
On the inside of your denial
Better they come
Better days come
Better they come
Better days come
It's your lies

My days are heavy
On the inside of my night
My gaze falls heavy
On the inside of your denial
Better they come
Better days come
Better they come
Better days come
It's your lie, your lies

She more I hurt, the less I feel
The more I know,
the less I rest in this lone star state of mine

The more I hurt, the less I feel
The more I know,
the less I rest in this lone star state on mine

Say it straight, don't bend my ear
When I'm walking lost in the evening air
You two-step into my idle heart,
tearing up my songs with minor cords now

The more I saw the less I worked
Now that can't be good for some boy out of love,
out of touch, out of lust, out of
soul, not of song

The more I hurt, the less I feel

When all our
jungles friends sleep,
we work against stream,
against them,
so when they wake,
they're damned
like the river,
mother's blood line,
until we have completely
stripped them
of their song, dance, prayer,
and language,
then replace it with ours.
How do we say 'Oh, so sorry.
Let us explain.
You must know,
this is the real world.
It's good business.
Demolition. It's progress.
Development, my pocketbook,
evolution's sake.'
You see, they don't need our
language to know we've sold
them down the river
and franchised
our own souls.
Listen.