I AM JOE'S EYES

Electric Bonsai Band - Yellow Tail 10001

If You're An Angel
Paranoid Ex-Lovers
Now That The Children Are Gone
Wheel of Death
That's What Dreams Are For
The Emergence of Political Thought

Nobody Loves You
Dollar In My Pocket
My Radio Song
I Am Joe's Eyes
(We'll Pretend That We're) Still In Love


JOE'S EYES

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If You're An Angel

You give your card to your lover
Tell him never to call you
And you wonder
And you wonder
If he's going to leave

You give your hand to a stranger
Pull him into the water
Push him under
Push him under
'Til he can't even breathe

You give a yawn for the people who love you
You never fawn as they crawl to your throne
You don't expect them to doubt you
And they can't live without you
Still you wonder why you're still alone

You give a smile to the mirror
Put it into your pocket
What a treasure
What a treasure
How could someone resist

You send a note to your parents
And you think that you'll charge 'em
For the pleasure
For the pleasure
When you came to exist

You give a sign to the people who follow
You say a prayer for the one's on their own
All the people around you
Can't believe that they found you
Still you wonder why you're still alone

If You're An Angel
Let's See You're Halo
Let's see the savior
Who never, ever misbehaves
If You're an Angel
How can we fault you
When you're walking on water
When you're dancing on graves

You give your name to the papers
Tell 'em never to quote you
And you wonder
And you wonder
Why you bother at all
You give a look to the neighbors
Tell 'em never approach you
Take a number
Take a number
Such incredible gall

You throw a spell at the people who want you
You never tell them you're made out of stone
And no matter the hurt
You know they'll never desert you
Still you wonder why you're still alone

If you're an angel
Let's see your halo
Let's see the shining light
That everybody craves
If you're an angel
We will avert our eyes
When you're walking on water
When you're dancing on graves

You open up your eyes
You open up your hands
You open up their souls
They hope to learn from it
You open up your heart
You open up your arms
You open up the floor
And let them plummet

If you're an angel
Let's see your halo
Let's see the joie de vivre
That makes them all your slaves
If you're an angel
Will you protect us
When you're walking on water
When you're dancing on graves


Paranoid Ex-Lovers

Their shoulders brush
Their eyes don't meet
They've had enough
Of being nice
They've said some things
They won't repeat
They've had their share
Of bad advice

Their friends don't ask
Their friends don't speak
They pick their sides
Or disappear
They curse the strong
They hold the weak
They flush the wound
With barroom cheer

They don't remember the mistakes
They don't remember who was right
They don't remember what it takes
To make the perfect couple fight

He never writes
She never phones
They eat with friends
Or order in
They seem to like
To be alone
So nothing painful
Can begin

They've got some numbers they can call
They've got the pictures packed away
They've got their memories after all
They'll live to love another day

Another paranoid, paranoid, pair of ex-lovers
Everybody's talking 'bout the lovers
Everybody's staring at the lovers
Another paranoid, paranoid, pair of ex-lovers
Everything revolves around the lovers
Everybody crowds around the lovers
Everybody's heard about the lovers
What's the latest word about the lovers

They go to work
They go to play
They find so many
Things to do
They know there's got
To be a way
For them to find
Somebody new
His mother wants him to explain
Her father tries to understand
They'd love to take away the pain
They want to lend a helping hand

Another paranoid, paranoid, pair of ex-lovers
Everybody smiles at the lovers
Everybody's happy for the lovers
Another paranoid, paranoid, pair of ex-lovers
Everything is perfect for the lovers
Everybody bows before the lovers
Everything is handed to the lovers
Every one is sure about the lovers
What's the use in worrying 'bout the lovers

Everybody's waiting for the lovers
No one wants to hate somebody's lover
Lovers have to make it for the others
No one wants to date somebody's lover
Everybody sees them as the lovers
No one wants to choose between the lovers
Lovers should remain with one another
Lovers should remain in constant love

They watch TV
They learn to read
They act like nothing's
Really changed
They go to bars
Where talk is free
And go to bed
With someone strange

She likes to feel that someone's there
He needs to show he's in control
They think the perfect love affair
Will make them feel a bit more whole

Their shoulders brush
Their eyes don't meet
They've had their share
Of being nice
Someday politely
On the street
They'll say hello
And break the ice


Now That The Children Are Gone

Sometimes at night I feel the shiver
I feel the shiver in your head
I feel the shiver in the hallway
From the rooms with the empty beds

Sometimes at night I hear your heartbeat
I hear your heart and feel you breathe
I hear your silence in the darkness
We wear our anger on our sleeves
There was a time when we remembered
That we were all that we could be
We raised our sights and expectations
For the sake of the family

Sometimes at night I hear you crying
I hear you crying in your sleep
I hear you crying out for freedom
All our devotion's surface deep
There was a time when I would hold you
You were a perfect part of me
Held on for habit or for safety
For the sake of the family

We hold our faces through a hard situation
We seem to soften as we dream about moving on
No need to suffer through the cold embraces
Now that the children are gone

Sometimes at night we speak so softly
We speak so softly I could scream
We speak so civilized and certain
I think I must be in a dream
There was a time when we were lovers
We were all smiles and sympathy
Spoke so politely in the morning
For the sake of the family

We hold our faces through a hard situation
We seem to soften as we dream about moving on
No need to suffer through the cold embraces
Now that the children are gone

We took the family on vacation
But it didn't change a thing
We thought that all the complications would just fade
We hid the signs of desperation
That the silent suffering brings
And kept the dreams of separation locked away

Sometimes at night I think of leaving
I think of leaving on my own
I think of leaving in the morning
I never think of coming home
There was a time when you would watch me
Like there was something new to see
We kept our eyes off the horizon
For the sake of the family


Wheel of Death

Don't put that smile away
We're back from our commercial
Let's kiss the children
And get ready for our game
I'll read the cue cards
Like I did in the rehearsal
Just press the button
When you hear me call your name

How 'bout a brand new car
Or maybe a vacation
Meet your opponent
May the better man survive
Let's pause to hear a message
From our local station
Then answer the questions
And you'll make it out alive

Jump for the camera
Scream for the crowd
No gracious winners
And no attitudes allowed
Once for the squeamish
Twice for the meek
The pot grows bigger
At the end of every week

And it's only the beginning
As you draw your winning breath
You keep the family spinning on the wheel of death

Here's to the networks
They've got 'cause for celebrating
Let's give them something
We've got more than time to kill
Wipe off those sweaty palms
There's a million people waiting
Let's not deprive them
Of their entertainment fill

You've chosen letters
You've guessed the prices
What could be better
Than the winner taking all
We got the viewers
By appealing to their vices
Just watch the ratings
When the loser gets the call

And the air just keeps on thinning
The higher up you get
But you keep the family spinning on the wheel of death
Yes it's only the beginning
As you draw your winning breath
And you keep the family spinning on the wheel of death

And when the curtains come down
And when the curtains come down
And when the curtains come down
The curtains come down

Don't stare into the lights
Don't think about the future
Keep your perspective
'Til we show the final score
God bless the TV public
God bless our producer
We've got some parting gifts
Your children will adore

And the sponsors can't stop grinning
As you place the losing bet
And you keep the family spinning on the wheel of death
Yes it's only the beginning
As you draw your winning breath
Still you keep the family spinning on the wheel of death


That's What Dreams Are For

By 25 she said that she'd be married
But at 24 she had no steady man
And all the boys who carried her through childhood
Were hoping that they could see her through her plan
And at 26 she said she was a virgin
And all the boys who'd had her fell apart
She said that she was ready to start over
Now that she knew her way around her heart

And Sally has a smile she saves for strangers
She hardly takes it out much any more
She spends her waking hours lost in memories
She doesn't know that that's what dreams are for

At 28 she said it was depressing
The way the men were falling at her feet
She said that they were always in the shadows
But no one else could see them from the street
And Sally says that love should last forever
But hasn't ever made it through year
She writes another entry in her diary
And watches as the twilight disappears

And Sally has a smile she saves for strangers
She hardly takes it out much any more
She spends her waking hours lost in memories
She doesn't know that that's what dreams are for

She thinks it's all a mystery
And filled with happy endings
She says she likes to see the brighter side
But all throughout her history
She never stopped believing
You never are too old to be a child bride

By 25 she said that she'd be married
By 35 she thought a family
And all the boys she carried out of childhood
Were hoping that she'd end up happily

And Sally has a smile she saves for strangers
But no one's really knocking down her door
And Sally says her best years may be coming
She doesn't know that that's what dreams are for


The Emergence of Political Thought: 1960 - 1990

A political singer
With nothing to say
Decided to sing for us anyway
He was tired and tousled
He was quick with a cause
And he got lost in his alliteration

So this political singer
Who was fashionably gay
Was rapidly chasing the folks away
So I decided to make him
My song of the day
Which shows you how much I have to say

Nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say
Both of us have nothing to say


Nobody Loves You

You pick some clothes
Select a mood
You strike a pose
Prepare some food
You pour the wine
Propose a toast
And make some small talk

You shine your star
You shine your shoes
You find the bar
To find your muse
You're feeling fine
You start to coast
You love that small talk

You stare seductively and smile
At the mirror down the hall
And you survey the rank and file
Like a king about to fall
There is no one who could touch you
There is no one quite that tall

You check your book
You screen your calls
You check your look
You hit the malls
You make some signs
You start to boast
You do that mall walk

There are no others with the penchant
To put on a better show
And you wonder if you're mentioned
By the people in the know
There is no one left to follow
There is no one quite that low

Some sound so incredible
With insight and incentive
And those who aren't oedipal
Are probably retentive
You're the only one who hasn't got a clue
Nobody loves you
Nobody loves you
Nobody loves you like you do

You like to stare
You like to serve
You like to dare
To strike a nerve
You start to whine
You know the most
You'll get it small talk

You speak selectively with passion
At whoever's in the race
And you try to throw your cash in
Each direction that you face
There is no one in your future
Who would want to keep that pace

Some say that your head is full
More id than superego
And when not on your pedestal
You're probably incognito
There is nothing here that you could misconstrue
Nobody loves you
Nobody loves you
Nobody loves you like you do

Turn cold shoulder
Stay the miser
You'll get older
But no wiser
All those school girls
And beauty queens
Are few and far between

As years pass by your bed is full
Of homosexual panic
And the girls who aren't beddable
Are masculine or manic
It's be funny if it weren't all so true
Nobody loves you
Nobody loves you
Nobody loves you like you do


Dollar In My Pocket

I got a dollar in my pocket
I got a million things to buy
I walk around without an attitude
I never stopped to wonder why
I'm not a statistician
I'm not a architect
I rise and fall with every thing that I've ever known

I got a dollar in my pocket
I'll get another from a friend
They'll grow together like a family
They'll work together in the end
I'm not an inquisition
I'm not an intellect
I'll beg and borrow
'Til the last of the money's gone

Got a spread, got a stash, got a spot on the floor
Got a card, got some credit at the company store
Got a seat, got a stock, got a sign on the door
Got a source, got a spy who has been there before

I got a dollar in my pocket
I see a dollar I can steal
I know that everyone is watching
I don't care how that makes them feel
I don't need ammunition
I don't need amulets
I'll kill the messenger
And see how the fortunes change

Got a phone, got a fee, got a face I can read
Got a price, got a printout, got a prospect to bleed
Got a hate, got a hunger, got a habit to feed
Got to watch, got to want, got to win to succeed

I got a dollar in my pocket
I got a million in the bank
I walk around with proper attitude
I don't have anyone to thank
I'm just a politician
I'm just a diplomat
I rape and plunder with the best of the ruling class


My Radio Song

I heard the voice of money
I heard the cries of innocence
I felt the devil tapping
He was tugging on my sleeve
I read the proposition
I saw the posted interest
I learned a new position
Thought I'd never have to leave

I heard the sound of dollars
I heard the sighs of decadence
I felt the angels singing
They were singing right on key
I read the words of strangers
They brought in their arrangers
And made a couple changes
In the name of strategy

The skies are always grey here
And mood's a state of mind
And content's in the way here
The blind preach to the blind
It's all a fashion play here
And genius doesn't pay
Emotion's on display here
And love, love just fades away

I heard the stockpile growing
I heard the prayers of providence
I felt the agents calling
They were offering it all
And these proselytizing pundits
With their musical redundance
Brought me fortunes in abundance
Wall to wall, wall to wall

The future's never bright here
Depression sells like gold
And everything's so trite here
It leaves a body cold
The politics lean right here
They're always in control
The music sounds so white here
And love, love has got no soul

If this is what sells then we'll sell it
If this is what works then what's wrong
The money's so strong you can smell it
Don't be disturbed
If you can't hear the words
'Cause the words aren't really that strong
It all sounds the same so you'll buy it
What's different just doesn't belong
We're all on a cultural diet
Here in the radio
This is my radio
Here in my radio song

I heard accounts accruing
I heard the dogs of diligence
I felt the devil laughing
He was moving up the charts
They were pleased with their creation
Cured the cold but killed the patient
And I tried change the station
But I didn't have the smarts

The jeans are always torn here
And books are all highbrow
The attitudes are worn here
Like leather on a cow
The eyes are full of scorn here
And eager to explain
There's nothing you can mourn here
And love, love is always pain

If this is what plays then I'll play it
If this is what they understand
Just tell me the price and I'll pay it
I'm not to blame
If the sound is the same
'Cause that's just what the people demand
The formula works so we spread it
And everyone's singing along
There's nobody left to discredit
Here in the radio
This is my radio
Here in my radio song

I've seen the new executive
He's got the numbers in his head
And if he acts insensitive
He could be somewhere else instead
He's not the least competitive
Or even argumentative
And if it sounds derivative
He's got the cash to raise the dead

If this is what sells then they'll get it
If this is what works then I'll try
There's plenty of instinct to edit
Why change a thing
When it's easy to sing
And you know that the masses will buy
They've heard it before so they love it
The current is rapid and strong
There's nobody rising above it
Here in the radio
This is my radio
Here in my radio song


I Am Joe's Eyes

It was the heart
Without the passion
With all the veins and nerves
And blood without the heat
It was the heart
Without the burden
And it would pump the pages full of life
Still never beat

It was the lung
Without the power
And it was split apart
So all could watch it breathe
It was the lung
Without the air flow
And it would shine with all the tired tissue
Underneath

It's all so cold
It's only pieces
Goes just as far as eyes can see

It was the tongue
Without the flavor
Without the moisture or the texture
Without taste
It was the brain
Without the memory
And you could chart it like a world
And still no thoughts embrace

They're not the whole
They're just the pieces
They come together or they never mean a thing
There's no control
There's only pieces
What good are pieces
How can you fill the empty shells
Without the colors and the smells

I am Joe's eyes
Between the vision and the light
I am Joe's eyes
Between the image and the sight
I am Joe's eyes
I see the paper wearing thin
I'm on the inside looking in
I hate the compromise
I am Joe's eyes

It was the skin
Without the tension
And all the layers folded back
So all could see
It was the face
Without dimension
And it was split apart to view
In perfect symmetry

There's just no soul
There's only pieces
What good are pieces
How can you fill them full of breath
Without the danger and the death

I am Joe's eyes
Between the vision and the view
I am Joe's eyes
Between the image and the hue
I am Joe's eyes
I see the faces all confused
I watch the parts that aren't used
I always agonize
I am Joe's eyes

All the fingers
All the muscles
All the tendons
All the cells
All the vessels
All the membranes
All the marrow
All the bones

I am Joe's eyes
Between the vision and fact
I am Joe's eyes
Between the image and the act
I am Joe's eyes
I see the brevity of truth
I watch the restlessness of youth
They've been desensitized
I am Joe's eyes


(We'll Pretend That We're) Still In Love

Well it must have been the sensitive smile
That came on like a lamb but let out you were lyin'
And I would've walked the miracle mile
Just to cut through the scam and the ego of iron
And I wait for a clinical sign
There's a freeze in your face
There's a fate in your fingers
And you know that I've got plenty of time
As you point to a place
Where the heart never lingers

Well it must have been a perfect disguise
Just a part of the plan, you were starting to move me
And I should have seen the look in your eyes
I was hardly the man, not the star of the movie
And I wait for the cynical line
There's a functional phrase
There's a fraction of feeling
And I know there's no reason or rhyme
Just a hardening gaze
At the heart you were stealing

There are lies in the water
There are lies in the bed
There are lies that are stuck to your tongue like a glove
But the lies that you offer
Are the lies left unsaid
When you're talking so terribly tough
'Til they come to the conclusion
That you're clinically dead
We'll pretend that we're still in love

Well it could have been the heat of the air
Just the ritual rules of the wronged adolescent
And I couldn't see that surgical stare
Just a piece of the puzzle, just the proud pre-pubescent
And I wait for some critical find
There's a night on the town
There's a light in the tunnel
And I know that there's a shortage of spine
As you're settling down
With the hearts that you pummel

There are lies in the mirror
There are lies in your eyes
There are lies you discover when the push comes to shove
But the lies I remember
Are the lies you disguise
As they seemingly fly off the cuff
'Til they make it through the layers and the memory dies
We'll pretend that we're still in love

Take a walk on the wire
Take a ride on the wind
There are dozens like me who will follow
Take a stroll on the fire
Take it all on the chin
There are thousands who've seen it before
Take the hate you inspire
Take the cold Cheshire grin
And the lovers you left feeling hollow
Take the people who wallow
Under foot, under skin
Take 'em all to the cleaners
Lead 'em all back again

Well it must have been the primitive smile
That came in like a roar and went out with a whimper
Or it might've been the criminal style
That came out in the heat in the dead of the winter
And I wait for a sensible sign
There's a grind of the gears
There's a game plan in tatters
And you know that I've done plenty of time
As we wind through the years
As if nothing else matters

There are lies in the fabric
There are cracks in the clay
There are truths I uncover when you're comically rough
There are lies wreaking havoc
There are facts in the way
When you show me that enough is enough
'Til you tell me that you're going to be taken away
We'll pretend that we're still in love

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