The Honeydogs are: Tommy Borscheid: Electric Six & Twelve String and Lap Steel Guitars, Vocal Adam Levy: Vocals, Electric Six & Twelve String and Acoustic Guitars Noah Levy: Drums, Percussion and Vocals Trent Norton: Bass Guitar and Vocals RUMOR HAS IT You look good with your lights and mirror But I could tell if I could get a bit nearer to you Now you're lying on a hard wood floor You know you're alive but you can't be sure it's true Rumor has it it's true You got your cake and you got your brass ring Now you're friends of the next big thing it's true Rumor has it it's true In the deep, deep blue you'll be swimming along With your concrete shoes and a straitjacket on We don't know that you're gone Rumor has it it's true The sun and the moon the other planets and the earth Separated from each other at birth it's true Bits of wook and an old cloth shroud The man in the emple's kicking out the crowd it's true In the deep, deep blue you'll be swimming along With your cencrete shoes and a straijacket on We don't know that you're gone Rumor has it it's true JOHN BROWN Can you see a king Suspend all disbelief Walking through the bad part of town, can you trun the other cheek Can you forget that you were chattel Bones in our closet always rattle Caught in a steel trap Memory serves it's never gonna pass Old John Brown Can we keep from goin' down A zealous one born too soon Could he see his city on a hill in ruins Caught in a steel trap Memory serves it's never gonna pass Old John Brown Can we keep from goin' down Old John Brown Can we keep from goin' down Can you pray Can you take that walk From Harper's Ferry to Little Rock Old John Brown Can we keep from goin' down Old John Brown Can we keep from goin' down John Fields: Wurlitzer Al Kooper: Hammond Organ Mike 'Razz' Russell: Fiddle CHERUB Lying on cotton sheets you wish they were silk If you can't set cream settler for milk Everything you touch seems to shatter Egg shells and newsprint torn and tattered There's a little boy with an arrow you're so scared of You shot the cherub You finally got your sea legs on a sinking ship Put your white elephant to sleep eat your blue chip There's a little boy with an arrow you're so scared of You shot the cherub It's what it is and what it's not Keep your guard up get your shots Take off your rose-colored glasses Your Sunday school classes are free Howling screaming at you Dangling on your knee There's a little boy with an arrow you're so scared of You shot the cherub John Fields: Piano I MISS YOU Days are cold and gray It's hard to be away But I guess that's what I meant when I said "I do" And you said it too I can't get used to this No matter how hard I try But if it goes on too much longer I'll probably die Just because I've been away so long And just because I'm not that strong Just because a pretty woman turns me on Doesn't mean I'm gonna be a fool And give up what I got with you I miss your laughing lips I miss your eyes and hips Do you miss me 'Cause I miss you In a weel or two I'm coming home to you And when I get back there's a lot of things we're gonna do I always think about the things you said I always think about you in bed Sometimes I try to think of something instead But we made love for hours in my head I miss your laughing lips I miss your eyes and hips Do you miss me 'Cause I miss you I been away so long Right or wrong Sometimes I can't even sing a song I'm comin' there I'm just about gone I'm gonna love you all night long In a week or two I'm comin' home to you And when I get back there's a lot of things we're gonna do Just because I been away so long And just because I'm not that strong Just because a pretty woman turns me on Doesn't mean I'm gonna be a fool And give up what I got with you I miss your laughing lips I miss your eyes and hips Do you miss me 'Cause I miss you Jon Duncan: Hammond Organ, Piano & Accordion THOSE THINGS ARE HERS Here we are We're finally alone now It's just you and me And the memories of her Please don't go Though I know that you're angry Maybe we can kill these ghosts with another glass of wine There's the glass That she pressed to her lips nightly If you look you can see a lipstick trace There's the dress That she wore so tightly If you look in the mirror You can see her standing there Those things are hers: The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on And I got nerve: It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone And it's a curse - to live in the shadow of a memory That just keeps hanging on There's the ring that once held us together She wants it back So I'm sending it next week There's the coat of brown and dirty leather She doesn't really need it 'Cause it's warm there out east Those things are hers: The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on And I got nerve: It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone And it's a curse - to live in the shadow of a memory That just keeps hanging on There's the lamp that she turned off every night When she came to bed And she held me in her arms There's the door that she walked through daily And the place that I last saw her When she walked out on me Those things are hers: The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on And I got nerve: It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone And it's a curse - to live in the shadow of a memory That just keeps hanging on To live in the shadow of a memory but it'll fade just like a song Al Kooper: Piano and Hammond Organ Mike 'Razz' Russell: Fiddle INTO THIS AIR Behind shaky worship heaves a bitter moon Motherwit and street smarts bloom Things fall apart the center cannot hold Women on rockets and the men all follow They might not have a file but they're keeping tabs on you Oil on water and a furd in the Louvre Turncoats smile and then they grieve They dig your grave shallow so you can breathe Into Thin Air The yellow sun will someday smolder red Cords and cables, steel and concrete lie useless and dead No worms and blood, bones and hair A pasteless shell powders into thin air Into Thin Air Bruce Allard: violin Stephanie Arado: Violin Jon Duncan: Piano Bill Goldman: Cello Nanette Goldman: Viola YOUR BLUE DOOR Your blue door, that I walked through before First Sunday kiss - I could not resist Well have you come to tell the truth Are you tired of roaming too Would you go a round with me Would you take me out in two or three Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery Surprise me and read between my lines Three shades of red when I heard what you said White knuckle road I'm going down Would you go a round with me Would you kick me out at 2:00 or 3:00 Would you lie to me with the cheapest lover's flattery Surprise me and read between my lines Your blue door it won't let them in anymore And wind blowing through your screen The candle's burning clean Im not green Would you go a round with me Would you take me out in two or three Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery Surprise me and read between my lines Your blue door that I walk through once more Your red ripe fruit - all hell breaks loose Would you go a round with me Would you kick me out at 2:00 or 3:00 Would you lie to me Well I'll be your favorite charity Surprise me and read between my lines Jon Duncan: Piano, Vox Organ and Accordion SANS SUCRE Not far from the cradle close to the grave You'd get out of bed but you're not that brave You can scream but nobody's listening Weren't you already kissing me In your orchard you said you were tortured You can take your case to the Geneva Convention But they won't mention it You're the big noise and I'm nothing With a pillow my cries are muffled When you're playing with the big boys Know they got each other covered Weak and broken the fat lady's choking I don't need clothes where I'm going to Got my eyes on you <<Sans Sucre>> With or without you You can just lie there and I'll stay Everyone's been someone's worst lay Don't forget me when I'm gone You'll thank me later on In your orchard you said you were tortured You can take your case to the Geneva Convention But they won't mention it <<Sans Sucre>> With or without you Jon Duncan: Hammond Organ SEEN A GHOST Bells They rang all night Toss and turn In our bed Back to back Your breaths are deep and Pills They help me go to sleep Forget who I am What I want Where I'm going Straight I stand up on my artificial bones I've just seen a ghost "To your past," my favorite toast Seen a ghost Let down your rope So I can crawl out of my head I'm an open book Have you read enough A bird that's full flies away Straight I stand up on my artificial bones Won't you take me home 'Cause I can't leave you alone Seen a ghost Randy Broughten: Pedal Steel Guitar Jon Duncan: Piano TWITCH I'm climbing up your ladder now the next rung is thin air I'm lying at your feet and you don't care Wou're hog-tied on your dirty chair You think that day is night You're so far left you think you're right Sugar in my tank but I'm alright You are the twitch in my eye You are but I'm not blind You are the twitch in my eye But I'm not blind Pins and needles everywhere I'm chewing on steel wool The china shop is burning down waiting for a bull The glue factory's got my name A gathering of files anticipating my imminent demise Killing, killing me - hardly now. Try to scream as you shut my mouth You are the twitch in my eye You are the twitch in my eye You are but I'm not blind You are the twitch in my eye But I'm not blind You're laughing I'm going down Marc Retish: Percussion Jay Perlman: Percussion Richard Werbowenko: Percussion CUT ME LOOSE, NAPOLEON When the fields are cracked and dry and all the crops are dead Don't tell me that it's raining when you're peeing on my head I've got reliable sources giving me a clue They're the tired horses that are dragging you Found your hand in my pocket and an ear in my mail You're the worm in silk clothing that ate his own tail Saw you out last night sunglasses in a bar Everybody knows ... With your Ringling Brothers make-up on your trapeze Everybody's scratching from your circus fleas Found your hand in my pocket and an ear in my mail You're the worm in silk clothing that ate his own tail And if I can't ignore you I'm getting happy for you You took my breath away now I want it back Don't say I'm in the red when I'm in the black And if I can't ignore you I'm getting happy for you DONNA'S 7 Donna's seven Donna's seven Alone until eleven Waiting waiting Spider webs in the corner Does ayone adore her Fly in water Youngest daughter Waiting, waiting Get it right now Donna get it right We're waiting patiently for you The coffee can beneath the sink Night time holds her mother's urine stink Donna's seven Donna's seven Alone until eleven Donna's seven Jon Duncan: Piano MAINLINE Take a walk with me behind the curtain I know your friends are watching me Can I plant my flag high upon your hilltop So everyone can know I'm here to stay There never seems to be enough to fill my cup my darling Can I mainline you again Tumble down and spent entangled The worms are looking for the dead Can I crawl inside your every tiny alcove You can knock me down and take my dying breath There never seems to be enough to fill my cup my darling Can I mainline you again So glad I found you I'll never be the bird around your neck... There never seems to be enough to fill my cup my darling Can I mainline you again Bruce Allard: Violin Stephanie Arado: Violin James Dungan: Background Vocals Bill Goldman: Cello Nanette Goldman: Viola String and Horn Arrangements: Jacob Slichter SWEET PEA There she goes She walks like she'd rather n9ot be in clothes A seashell fear flows Photographs and a waxed rose A good soul everybody knows Green her garden grows She sits on a fence - Sweet Pea I'm follow Sweet Pea Oil cans for a giant heart The cildren laughed trying on her shoes Boys and girls watch her move She sits on a fence - Sweet Pea I'll follow Sweet Pea I'll follow Sweet Pea Bruce Allard: Violin Stephanie Arado: Violin Bill Goldman: Cello Nanette Goldman: Viola String Arrangements: Jacob Slichter All songs written by Adam Levy copyright 1997 Songs of PolyGram Int'l., Inc/P'Twgs Music (BMI).