Thin White Rope Sack Full of Silver Hidden Lands Sack Full of Silver Yoo Doo Right The Napkin Song Americana The Ghost Whirling Dervish Triangle Diesel Man On the Floe Hidden Lands Looks like the sun can light Your features from behind their hidden side Speaking of an age has yet to come Without the sun the grass Would never grow and time would cease to pass And everyone would stay just the same Guess it's the sun that shrink The houses and the streets of the town Especially my house, which used to have these hidden lands Sack Full of Silver I've been telling you so you ought to know What will happen unless you forego The pulsing sun reverses the propellers On the Cessna plane It falls into the jungle and is swallowed by the rain Week after week the monkeys watch the fallen sons decay Trying to get thorough the windows to the Chocolate on their face When psychologists write a book on this And sell it, it becomes A cartoon animated broken wire model Of pterodactyl bones But I've already seen the picture, it filled me with belief So I head into town with my sack full of silver Which is gonna buy me grief I've been telling you so you ought to know What will happen unless you forego Yoo Doo Right Cover, original: Can The Napkin Song Out eating burgers in a friend's car Each paper napkin has a happy star Deep in the trash can they begin to sing "See what a life of innocence brings" These things don't make me sad today There comes a time when everyone's plans Fall like a dog from a truckbed grandstand Fall like red snow on the freeway "I could have done all these things," he said, "And maybe I could have loved you But I'll pretend I'm above it now." Night bugs come through the window crawling Dead man's shirts in the closet calling "Why didn't you write me before I died?" I would've - but I don't know what to say To my best friends Americana You'll get what you expected from your 18-dollar home: The worth of having cheated and the rage of being alone There was a year when days and hours flew And I gained an hour when I moved out here with you Out of all the thousands I wasted on you You'll have the time to break in your 18-dollar home To feel the worth of cheating and the rage of being alone Your walls are bare like all the walls you've known Your room's the same as dozens you have known Takes more than a table and chairs to make a home But you have two things to furnish your 18-dollar home: The worth of having cheated and the rage of being alone Your window is your prehistoric eye Your window is your prehistoric eye Go ahead and watch those dinosaurs roll by Companions you can turn on in your 18-dollar home: The worth of having cheated and the rage of being alone The Ghost Well I woke up on the gravel ground At the feet of a long tall train Remembering not where I was from Remembering not my name I thought of friends from years ago In a youth I'd thrown away And a girl who used to love me so Though I couldn't recall her face Then I realized I was only drunk And the years were stripped away I felt like a widower stoned and watching A film of his wedding day She ran to the car with a T-shirt on Her face as sad as the moon Well I was lost and I was bummed By the ghost of yet to come Whirling Dervish I realize it's two or three comparisons away But somewhere in the background of the calmest of your days A scrap of paper floats a thousand feet up in the air Abandoned by some dust devil that died and left it there The wind digs deep and peels up the skin of the land The howling current erases the prints from my hand I know you are a creature of soil and air If one becomes too heavy the other simply escapes from there When you unleash the sand and wind I am suspended by your eyes Squirming like a beetle pinned Between the devil and the deep blue sky The wind licks off the tarpaper with sandy cat tongues Numberless horned bullets lodge in a lover's lungs At last I see the ghosts which have been with me all along Spinning on an axis pointed straight up at the sun When the substance of our life together becomes too much And you threaten to remove the whirlwind of your touch I am only a piece of trash up a mile high Grabbing at the falling sand which held me in the sky Triangle I am feeling just a little down Nothing I can wrap reasons around But I can ignore it if I look real hard And makes perfect triangles out of every three stars Sometimes I make burns on my arms Cause it moves that feeling from my heart to my arms And I'm driving and it keeps me awake I have so many more triangles to make Now that I have planted the seed Maybe those triangles will form without me Surround the world in their crystalline ache And freeze the heroes into glassy mosaics Diesel Man I was on the corner phone to someone I'd know About the only things that seemed important Two corners of my life - this locked up empty night And a gar skull I found on a beach in Texas I praised the strength of men caught in the moment when Deciding to forgive themselves their failures Like this night of broken things - the song I tried to sing, The ashtray, and the piano lady's laughter And someone in the phone knew everything I'd ever known Hummed soundtracks to dreams I had forgotten Things that we didn't have right we argued half the night Knowing we could not come any closer I loved the telephone, talked to the dialtone While people on the sidewalk hurried by me On the Floe There is a bar where everyone I know We talk about some things we don't begin to know We're smart enough to realize we got no business here But not smart enough to rise above our bitterness and fear There is a bridge they're afraid to complete Creatures walk on it wearing ruts on their feet That long ago someone has broken their hearts They watch without seeing as we exit the bar Seems to me we are stranded on the floe Watching distant shorelines as we go There is a song so hard to steer I thought it would capsize in bitterness and fear I look to the sky when I'm tired of the sea Constellations are moving, they're useless to me And it seems we've been stranded on the floe Watching distant shorelines as we go