Giant Sand CHORE OF ENCHANTMENT -------------------------------------------------- 1. Overture 2. (well) Dusted (for the millenium) 3. Punishing sun 4. X-Tra Wide 5. 1972 6. Temptation of egg 7. Raw 8. Wolfy 9. Shiver 10.Dirty from the rain 11. Astonished (in Memphis) 12.No reply 13.Satellite 14.Bottom line man 15.Way to end the day 16.Shrine ------------------------------------------------ 1. OVERTURE Instrumental 2. (well) DUSTED (for the millennium) Dusted got dumped by what he thought he knew. Now he sits slumped and don't know what to do. Dusted gave away some important peace. Now he sits here completely ircomplete Alone. Alone. Sitting with his skin all outside in. Dusted's home is a dirty streeL His time down here is almost complete. Dusted relies on folks that feel Jesus might return as he Alone. Alone. Dusted's home is a hamster's wheel. The hum tells him how he has to feel. He relies on folks that feel Jesus might return. Jesus might return.. .as he. Even a slight return. 3. PUNISHING SUN The wayward high and the wayward low, Anyway is the only way to go. Relying on eye to eye to know, Depending on what, not who, you know. Shadowing down when it's way too hot. Bundle up when it's all you got. Under the punishing sun. In the wheel there lies a seed. Will it breed or will it bleed. Under the promising thunder. Candles are melting without being lit. Knocked upside the head without even being hit. The lamp light flickers from a bad wire. The dark is self editing prior to expire. Raising up the stakes and I'm betting the pot. Seldom are the breaks, incase you forgot. In the wheel there lies a seed. Will it breed or will it bleed. Under the promising thunder Under the punishing sun. 4. X-TRA WIDE Under foot. Under the car. Under the weather. Wherever you are. You make your way here With some entra wide turns. Sorry for the way we are. And it is with great human affiliation. It is with great human alienation. It is with great human evacuation. And it is with great human anticipation Loving the way you are No mattering which way This whole wide world, All leathery and fried And hung out to dry, will turn. Get you some extra wide. Sorry for the way we are. And it is with great human lenience. It is with great human inconvenience. It is with great human deviation. It is with great human OP8 for a headachy nation. It is with great human dichotomy. With any greater human Beats the heck out of me. Awww.. .you're feeling sorry for the way you are. You can make your way here With some eotra wide turns. 5.1972 1971,1972,1973 6. TEMPTATION OF EGG Shape of a woman. Temptation of egg. There in Ditche Dumee, the notion coming to me. In lucky Louisiana, or in lusty Alabama. Shape of a woman. Temptation of Egg. I wake up with something in my eye. I pull out one of your lashes I like the way you stuck in my eye. I like the way my eye stashes. Shape of a woman. Temptation of egg. 7. RAW The clouds turned into spiny chestnut shells And when they'd rain down my skin would swell. And the morning songbirds were replaced with crow And the spiny shelled rain would stick to me like Velcro. The beat up tin I'd like to call my car Would deliver me and all to only a lonely bar... And I would ponder this disease like a peeling onion skin striptease And I would live to let it win. When I was raw. (When I was wrong.) Being way too tall for any self regulation. I'd invite (bedevil in and his entire nation... What in tarnation? Being way too small to let any angel love me I would spit on the ground they shadowed And in the air they flew above me. When I was raw. (when I was wrong.) When I was raw. I took a year or two To scavenge what was left. Now I walk with much more rhythm Over the mines I might've dug and left. I was so tainted when I set them Being blinded from rage. Now I glide until I stumble But now they fail to engage. Mmmmmmmmm 8. WOLFY The wolves are all around the door step... Circling like they do. Now is not the time to forget... What there's still time left to do. MmmmMMmmmmm... Hasn't even hit the papers yet... Just speculation and preview. Criticism boings like sonar... Tells you how deep you do. MmmmmMmmmMMMmmm... (Chorus): All this suction All this verve Is just good old fashion Self destruction and loss of nerve. Avoiding which makes you feel better... Colliding with what you represent. Finally getting around to writing the letter... Can't remember if it ever got sent. (Chorus) Failing is.. falling is.. .entertaining too. 9. SHIVER There's something in the water... Besides a moon that don't know when to gait. The spine waits to feel the shivec But right now deals with a great lack of it. Way up in the high desert or down in anywhere France... Trains are built to remedy... Tracks laid out at least allow half a chance... To deliver The shiver Forget aging well like some treasured splendor... With words just so strong and a touch just so tender Is it better off beyond description Left alone in a dark room with a mouthful of prescription? Barely able to deliver Unable to understand The deliver of shiver. So you take youf time And you take your leave Ready to do without Ready to receive. Never mind going to find Good love down by the river. Might as well find your spine a shiver. There's something in the water Besides a moor that don't know when to quit... Come on and deliver The shiver. 10. DIRTY FROM THE RAIN Dirty from the rain Dirty from the ever present. Dirty from iridecent And the rain. Well I got some friends who say "Better off to just go away then to stick around here and stay and face the nation" Dirty from investigation (irrigation). There's a momentary sign from a passerby. Reminds me that I am lying clueless in the realm. More like the stealth, maybe I got my health And the rain. (Chorus) Dirty from irrigination (aggravation). Look up in the sky this night and something just wasn't right... But ain't that the norm? Peculiar feeling inside like it's filling up a whole other form... But ain't that the norm? (Chorus) Maybe you should stick around and stay... How hard can it be to face the nation Being all dirty from misrepresentation 11. ASTONISHED (in Memphis) Out here on the sidewalk At home in the rain I count the staining gum spots. If you connect those dots they spell your name And I stand astonished. Do we remain? Way out here, even the odd matters, Way out here in the rain. Still at home here in these splatters Even the rain spits out your name. And I stand astonished. And I remain. You astonish me. Dot here on the sidewalk, out here in the rain I count the staining blood drops from some poor unfortunate. But if you connect those dots Even they spell your name. I stand astonished. I refrain. I stand astonished. We remain. 12. NO REPLY Seeing you seeing me. See how we abide Surviving the emergency When worlds collide. No reply. See the sky bursting open. See our surprise. Down here in the crowd and hoping. See how it opens our eyes? Something will open our eyes. Even when the worst is over And on this you can rely If I ever ask you over Just give me no reply... Still seeing eye to eye. No reply. 13. SATELLITE Half way round the globe You're pulling for him, You're pulling for her You're pushing the envelope. You can get Leonard Nimoy To play the part of Leonard Cohen Singing the songs you already own. What are you going to do When you can't get through, Satellite has had enough of you? Yeah, you can still throttle And brake with the best of them If only in certain time and pendulum. What are you going to say When a little one gets in your way And asks the guestion of the day, "Are you ok?" Never mind speaking your mind And shoving it all the way up there. Satellite is just a sad old light And still ill eguipped to care. 14. BOTTOM LINE MAN Swollen is the dark heart that seldom masters muster. Happy is the hunger that still allows the flight of fluster. Sorry is the soap star that cannot choose her nest film... It's tragic when the magic is as skinny as film (Chorus): That's the bottom line, man. She's the bottom line, man. 3 cheers for Madame Bottom Line. Staring out the looking glass. Light lends lure the luster Way out on gray graffiti stone Kept clean by unknown duster Never mind those hurry flurries Or the icing of the air Keep in touch with your feminine side In case she loves you there. (Chorus) When folks fall in love they are delivered to the unknown. Fools that never fall are in love with the safety zone. You can end up all crippled up by the crazy seeds you've sown. Therein lies the crun of the sweet flus of such irresistible moan. (Chorus) 15. WAY TO END THE DAY Last night I got wasted So I could end the day. DId Joe Peha and I sat there well basted Till the blur bar faded away. And I could smell the sweet sunshine on my face Like when I was small. And I could hear the chirping birds singing While the orange and gold leaves began to fall. When I woke up it was a new morning. I was only sick from the night before. The day attacked me without warning. (Like I was just in its way) In high isolation. Reinventing the unending day In high isolation. ----------------------------------------------------- All songs written by Howe Gelb copyright 2000 Amazing Black Sand (BMI) Except Shrine written by Rainer Ptacek copyright 1997 Mushed Music (BMI)