We are playing at 10 or 11.   Tell all your friends — this is our last show before we rebuild our sound!

It’s only 8 bucks for an all-day pass (in advance), and the music goes from 4pm into the night!  Bring your friends — we’re on at 7!

The Tractor is great.  Pablo Trucker and The Legendary Oaks are awesome.  And we’ll be playing songs off the recent album “Aftermath” plus a few newer ones.   You are cordially invited to bring yourself and everyone you know!

And these words are too good for my mind
For my mind is a yellowing hue
I recall only times when these meaningless rhymes could still bring recollection of you.

And my mind is too good for myself
For my selfish dark tenant within
Well, I’d say that I wish that I’d stayed a day more, but the staying was doing me in.

And my self is too good for my god
For my god is an odd little one
I should keep his wings clipped and the talons declawed, but dear, that would be having no fun.

And I could spend all my life on this letter goodbye
But I’d be rude to presume what I’m saying is new
And the more that I try just to tell you a lie
All the harder it is to deny.

Well I picture you reading this now
With your feet in that shallowing foam
Can you dare just to stand in the beckoning sand as it calls all its scavengers home?

And I know what you think I will say
That I’m seeking some pardon in you
Well I’m sorry to rain on your sunny parade, but dear, sorry’s not something I do.

I could spend all my life on this letter goodbye
But I’d be rude to presume what I’m saying is new
And the more that I try just to tell you a lie
All the harder it is to deny.

Well I can’t make it any more plain
That this poem is not worth your time
Don’t you try to explain all the twists in my brain, cause dear, I’m just a picturebook rhyme.

And I probably look like a fool
Even putting this pick to a string
But you’ve traded your youth for a gambler’s truth, when I’d settle for something to sing.

I could spend all my life on this letter goodbye
But I’d be rude to presume what I’m saying is new
And the more that I try just to tell you a lie
All the harder it is to deny.

The suppertime traffic, like rainforest frogs
The wax on the moon, just refinery smog
And when you look out on that New Jersey night
You’re strong if you make it to day with your sight.

Close your eyes, close your eyes.
It’s not your time to rise.

I sleep in the morning in broad light of day
The shadows in corners, and the night birds at bay
And why I’m so tired, I can’t really say
The edge of the bed’s getting farther away.

And maybe that clock’s got a new pair of wires?
Their counting goes backwards to a requiem choir
I’ll jump through the thunder, I’ll roll through the fire
It’s better than laying with all these empty desires.

What do I want from this life?
I am a failure – a useless device.

Don’t tell her you love her before you escape
Don’t fake it with laughter, or a lingering embrace
Don’t step on a train car that’s not on a track
This all will make sense when you find that thing that she lacks.

Well I made me a statue – a poem in bronze
And no one can see her so they all just move on
Well, you are in luck, dear, cause I am your one
And I’ll be round this way, when your wandering day’s done

Close your eyes, close your eyes.
It’s not your time to rise.
I’ll tell you what you should do:
Just close your eyes, till someone find you.
The only problem is where does it end?
What hope for the ghosts that your slumber defends?
And who is it steering your nose to the fight?
Your softening heart, or your hardening pride?

I don’t like this staying up at night but I just need some time alone
Secret things keep landing on my strings before they leave to fly back home
And this won’t justify on the page
And it ain’t waiting ‘round for the break of day.

Candlelight, strange candlelight, falling on an ancient throne
A treasure-hunting amazon, trying to move my cover stone
Can’t you leave just one mystery when you climb into that dawn?
Have mercy on all these memories – kingdoms come and kingdoms gone

Flame so bright, what troubles can you right, when I am burned and turned to breeze?
I would bury the sun inside a loaded gun just to have some guarantees
And I’m just trying to get a rise
So don’t you look at me with my mother’s eyes.

He used to work for money
He used to sleep for rest
And he believed in believing to hide his shy regrets
And every crying schoolboy, so allergic to the dust
He would shower on his heart till the blood began to rust
It’s so easy standing straight now, with a hollow in my chest
And by thoughts cannot be broken, and your words do not impress
And you’re just an animal – a parakeet in a cage,
And if you sing to me of love, it’s just that you’re well-trained.

Well, each day I wake to find a cleaner slate that I’m told to fill again
And I’ll never meet that man that I replace, but I hope that I can call him a friend.
You call this craziness just a poem –
‘Cause there is nothing within you that you don’t already know.

I bended low, between the notes
The silence filled with desperate hopes
That something will remain
Something will remain when I am gone

When I am gone
Just one more night, and I will write the perfect song.

Oh, my daddy was a pastor’s son
My momma was a saint
But only in the righteous word
Can righteous folks feel safe

And never did I chase her car
Down the lonely block, but every
Night my momma kissed me soft
Said forgive me for the day when I escape

When I escape
Just one more night, and I will finally catch a break.

I’m looking for the hidden fire
That dances through this copper wire
And pushes pretty pictures
Pictures into you

What once has died behind my eyes
Inside your ear will be revived
But don’t you think it’s funny?
Funny how we never share the room?

We share the room
Just one more night, and we will rise from every tomb.

Now, it was her that you fought from the edge of your thoughts
At the top of an empty page
If you can’t feel something wild every once in awhile
Are you pacing the floor of a cage?
And all these bars are passing slow
Though you push to make em go

Make em go.

And now she’s dead, dead and gone, like a radio song
That you never will hear again
And though it plays in your mind, it becomes less refined
Till it leaves just the chord at the end
And so you linger on each note
You keep the bars ‘a passing slow

Passing slow

Time to straighten you face, put a weight in her place
Just to feel something drag along
But you get no relief if you cannot believe
What you’re rushing to prove so wrong
It doesn’t matter what you know
Cause you can linger but she must go

Yeah! She must go!

Dona Nobis Pacem
I won’t go back to them.

It’s Doctor Davis at the door – He lives below us on the second floor
Your father greets him through a chain, then says his son is acting up again
They share a laugh that ends too soon, The doctors’s eyes find you through the room
Just long enough to catch the glass behind your broom

Dona Nobis Pacem
I won’t go back to them

What reason have I to behave? I’ll sleep no deeper in a cheaper grave
I’ll find a note that’s so obscene, you all will scream

Oh, and I wonder, when I get told
I’ll know better when I grow old.

I caught you smiling
I caught you smiling
Can’t you believe it’ll be all right?
Have you a non-ironic side?

Oh, and I wonder, when I get told
I’ll know better when I grow old.

Child, you been so long at sea, it’ll take time to trust the ground.
A lifetime of calamity left you afraid of every sound.

But look at your foot, son –
It’s keeping time.
So why are you hiding from
These eyes of mine?

The best among us.
The best among us.
After the bombs and barricades,
Can we be strong enough to celebrate?

Can the center never hold?
I’ll know better when I grow old.

And I wonder, when I get told
I’ll know better when I grow old.