Real Real Gone (in album The Philosopher's Stone)
You can see it in her letters
On the paper with her pen
Her response is getting stranger
I think she's coming round again
Tell me Mrs. Rita
What's it say in my tarot
Read my palm and tell me
Why do lovers come and go
Is she coming round for me once again
Around or was that just the end
I just hope she's coming round again
I've been keeping myself busy
With my books and with my tapes
Every day's much better
Since I've slowed my drinking pace
There's no swimming in the bottle
It's just someplace we all
Hit The Ground
I thought I could break the sound barrier just by trying
to hit with focus and at random and never dying
a waterfall flowing upstream only human
I though I could break the sound barrier.
I'm only stopping for heavy breathing
I'm only stopping to hit the ground
only stopping to regain feeling
I'm only stopping to hit the ground.
Keep my head up
keep swinging and it'll come back to me
a boomerang exploding I'm dancing in the karma seat
the tinball fizzled pinprick and so free
I thought I could break the sound barrier
I'm only stopping for heavy breathing
I'm only stopping to hit the ground
only stopping to regain feeling
I'm only stopping to hit the ground.
I'm only stopping for heavy breathing
I'm only stopping to hit the ground
I'm only stopping to regain feeling
I'm only stopping to hit the ground.