Welcome to the underground this is the place we make the sounds that no one hears We write those songs you think you've heard but can't quite place, in other words we're pioneers Some of us thrive on rejection we see through different ears Some of us strive for perfection Some of us make believe we're already there So, welcome to our lonely rooms this is the place we paid our dues when they say don't "Perhaps this wasn't meant for you" "Perhaps you should go back to school" ...perhaps we won't It's true we don't make much money but still we'd like to be clear At least we're not trying to sell you something we ourselves would not want to hear So, welcome to my mortal bliss where dreams find wings in 4 track hiss then fly around On dusty wings and crinkled tape the poison songs each pollinate a face of frowns Unless you're planning on sorrow the future will only let you down I'd trade in all of my tomorrows for an extended stay at the here and now Because if I touched everyone on earth I would have very little worth in the underground

I'm still doing time, but I don't mind waiting Mind my state of mind, or I'll soon be fading out of my world, lost from my thoughts fading in dreams like a ghost forgotten Cut from the frame, gone down the drain, washed in the rain But I'm not what you want, but my heart's still in it tonight I'll sleep alone, but I'll still remember us up in your room, drunk on perfume scary little girl with her bright eyes burning windows of rain, hair daisy chained the cold city lights on the broad horizon I did not ever want to leave you in that room of treasure But I'm not what you need, but your heart's still in it And so I have to leave, oh sweet Lolynia I'm back on the street, off to myself, hanging with the band at red door alley The old port of call, back to the wall, just watching it all And I'm not what you need, but if your heart's still in it, don't wear it on your sleeve, sweet Lolynia I'm out on the road, making new foes, with the telephone Jones, that's the life we're leading . When you're nowhere for long, everyone's wrong They all know my songs except the one I'm singing. So please don't sing along. Oh no, please don't sing this song.

Elli B, butterfly, mon amie, what you gonna do today? I thought we'd take a ride, on my bike, over to the frozen lake then lay down in the sun, dream out loud, underneath the animal clouds & if you get too cold, you can take my coat, or sit a little closer & tell me that my butterfly will never swim another man's sky. Cause I don't want to roll the dice to see if fate is on my side Wrap her up in a fairytale, take a ride to a castle on the mountain. Spinning spokes bicycle bells, drop a coin in the wishing well... Her wings are tattooed to my sky, her colors light, the road that I am traveling & I don't think my butterfly, will ever swim another, Oh tell me that my butterfly will never swim another man's sky.Cause I don't think these mortal eyes have ever seen a more beautiful smile & I don't think this butterfly will ever land beneath my sky & I don't think that shepherds moon, will hang around for long tonight Still, I don't think this lonely room has ever held a more beautiful light & All I saw was mystery while looking deep within her eyes & I don't think these questions will get answered on the day that I die Eli B, rose tattoo, butterfly, guess you're gonna fly on by

If I had a million I know that I'd be free said the ugly voice inside of thee Or if you hit the big time girl well maybe then they'd see that there's something beautiful in thee Something that's so beautiful, it's spiritual it's animal, it's anything it needs to be It's raven clawed, it's tentacled it's writhing on its pedestal unfolding inside of thee When I took a moment just to watch you on your stage you're a child that dances 'round its grave I hide behind the candle in the corner of the room and I try to dream us far away 'cause I don't want to see you in a state of feigned relations bending holy to stranger's smiles For soon there'll come a night your golden light will turn against you you'll be pulled to the other side If they lived forever still they'd never live to see all the pain that's there inside of thee If they'd turn the lights out here then everyone agrees that there's something wrong inside of me It butterflies in faces then goes fluttering cross stages orchestrating the coming days So gather 'round my childhood friends we all know how the story ends so nobody turn the page. . . .

If there's something that you want but you don't know how to get it If there's something that you need look at me, I'll be you're man in the middle When that spotlight cuts you deep and the band just don't seem with it you don't have to slip this scene I'll get you through, at the end you'll be dancing jacked up over the moon... locked in a slow trance... with those eyes looking up at you... all they see is the man from the record sleeve Why you wanna live so dangerous? Why you wanna live superfluous ? Won't you go and call yourself a hearse? Oh won't go rap with your man in the middle? Why you gotta be so outer space? Why you gotta wear those different faces? Why you getting sucked into that void? What's it gonna be, the horns or the halos? If there's somewhere you can't go but you really need to get there there is someone that we know come with me, I'm your man in the middle Through the labyrinth of smoke to the call girls round the table you can have yourself a toke while you wait, for the man with the needle I'm taking Josie back to my room... Because I can't be alone tonight... We're getting jacked-up over the moon... In the room with the red light Why they gotta be so serious? Where you think they get off judging us? We don't want to live vicarious in vain Josie doesn't say a thing *Josie's passing away* If you're out there on that street and you don't think you can make it If you're thinking about your life realize, even the devil is an angel... cast down with the ball and chain... riding on the same train... you're two ghosts in the pouring rain... Josie still ain't saying a thing Why'd she have to live so dangerous? Why'd she have to live superfluous? Won't you go and call that girl a hearse and blame... the man in the middle Why'd you have to be so dangerous? Why'd you always have to play so rough? What you gonna do to cover up the shame? Blame the man in the middle

We were really messed up still we hung out all night at blacksmith bar where all is forgiven Shadows plotting our fate but we were too tired to wait we both fell deep into each other The band played sad jamboree as you were looking at me with eyes like holy past life lovers And so we slipped off to your room there beneath the stars 'cause that's just what you're supposed to do on nights when Venus kisses Mars I was really strung out i left her sleeping in the shadows cast by street lights through her window I left my ghost in her room I walked up 5th avenue through morning faces that know no happy ending She stirs alone in her bed the empty bottles, no more stars just window taps from outside branches I sleep it off, I fix a drink and then I'm back out with the boys We play our songs, we move along so much for filling up the void I'd love to stay and comfort you or maybe find out who you are Oh but instead, I'll write this song and call it "Venus Kissing Mars" She was really messed up she sat up drinking all alone on roof top, heartbeats still remember She's still that same little girl but now abandoned laying strung out crying heartbeat cold December Up in the chimney smoke she raised her glass silent toasts, to ghost of lovers fade like embers She's found her place back in her room watching late night movie shows It's true these dreams are not her own but that's all you've got when dreams are gone He's found his place, out on the streets back home with anyone he meets But he will leave them with a smile if they don't let him get too deep To boys still hanging in the bars To girls still trapped behind the stars On nights like this, we long for bliss that's only Venus Kissing Mars

I was in a place that I could not name I was on my own, lost upon my way to a place I'd never seen before And the path was long and the moon hung low when I heard a voice on the radio The golden sigh of a broke heart singer Sometimes the pauper is the poet Sometimes the fool is wise Sometimes the joker seems to know it He was in a place that he tried to name just an orphan child in the pouring rain with a heart so old it was made by angels In his tower room writing holy songs that were so beautiful the devil sang along His spirit soared above the weeper Sometimes the blossom breaks its branches Sometimes the angels cry Sometimes your father is a phantom I didn't know you before they hung you from your halo But somehow I knew you couldn't last for long, save for song So if you're in a place that you cannot name and you're all alone, lost upon your way to a place you've never seen before If your path seems long and the moon is low You might hear the voice of some holy ghost It's the golden sigh of the broke heart singer Sometimes the silence is not golden

She would sit & wait in silent wonder Shadows cast as phantoms from the moon She was a lonely girl, so frightened of the world He was a stranger from the streets Swept into her world with wings of angels Held her in the darkness of her room He was the only man, that she had ever known He promised her he would return As she cried Non vada via, oh, non vada via, oh per favior, non vada via Now she walks the streets in hopes to find him Lost inside a raincoat wandering on She searched with desperate eyes Behind each golden lie She cannot bare to be alone Late at night the street light shines upon her As she slowly makes her way back home She'll sleep alone tonight, like every other night but in her dreams he'll come to her As she sings Non vada via, oh, non vada via, oh per favior, non vada via

Holly won't you leave a light in your window to carry this pauper home A beacon for a soul you cannot remember who wanders the freezing cold Half lit in shadow walk dust blown through city park to siren songs Swallowed in shadow play lost in a book of days well read and torn Holly don't you ever want to go over the field where we used to meet It's frozen in the bellowing of October through hum of the city streets I ride past the abstract lawns the streetcars, the Audubon the window stains Reflection stares, broken glass boys eyes in monster mask whose spirit fades Darling won't you leave a light in your window for lost boy in wonder glow Stranded on the street I stare above fences your warm silhouette in flow Oh fairy of barker street the witch masks of Halloween bring winter's spell Way up above it all safe in your window warm you carousel

I was locked in her asylum black eyed staring from a cage She was in her mausoleum her spirit tattooed on the page Staring cold through candle play reminding me of when I used to say I will never do you harm if I did, couldn't live with myself for very long. I will never do you wrong, now you're gone still your ghost passed me gently in the hall Now I medicate the fall I was floating up that stream everything was flying by me Splintered light no metaphor I was strung out lifeless on the floor When her voice spoke out to me holy mouthed and with great clarity There's a light upon the hill and it's real, If you go you can make it there tonight. . . Just keep heading for the light soon you're lost, in the flow no matter how you grip the wheel You will make it there tonight I didn't know what I was doing trying to fix what I had ruined I light this lamp called sympathy A beacon in your field of enemies To lost wanderers in plight this song can be your halo in the night It's your light upon a hill and you've climbed very high so sit with me beneath the wheel and I will be with you tonight We're alright, not alone though we bleed in separate homes I'll be your light upon the hill if you ride toward the glow don't let sorrow take the wheel Leave your body in the field cross the palms, stitch lips to make them think that this is real You've reached that light upon a hill Welcome to my mausoleum where I called them like I see them Welcome to my war of words where battle scars and cries can still be heard but thank you all for taking time to let me be your beacon in the night and be that light upon a hill for the ones who had no songs or just fell beneath the wheel While all good people carried on on their way, without care down the lost continuum Another soul to feed the sun. . .

In this underground, we see all the connections roots are twisting 'round, to flower blossom erections Animals parade, mortal chaos conundrum Andy looks afraid, he's been thinking things over And I don't think I need to get higher I didn't want to get rich, I didn't want to win fame I only wanted a few to just remember my name I wasn't trying to chart, I wasn't trying to make money. So in that sense I succeed, I saw to all of my needs and without selling my soul and without swallowing whole all the pills and the thrills and the poisonous honey Yes, These consolations, are just part of that, which keeps me alive In my underground, My camera eye is fixated As insects make their rounds, each one is a slave to the garden flowered poison sounds, the horrible tree vibrating in whispers, saying "You don't think you're fooling anybody" That didn't get you the cash, it didn't change your whole world, It didn't get you the fame, it didn't get you the girl, It didn't make you look smart in fact you look kinda funny You said you told them the truth, but you were wearing a mask, you're growing old behind youth, you're hiding under a hat, now your asylum is closed and your field's not so sunny. So tell me how does it feel, to hear that voice in your head, the one you couldn't escape, the one that wasn't mislead, creeping into your song, disconnecting your numbers? And with that scrutinous eye, you used on everyone else, the scope is turning on you, so take a look at yourself... You have been living your life in a state of blind wonder. And you'll never be rich and you'll never have fame and what little you did, was under different names and that's the funniest part, you really fucked yourself over Go on you cowardice man, pretend you planned it this way, pretend you're really in charge, pretend it's integrity, that keeps you out of the scene and fading over their shoulders Andy take a bow, take your head from those clouds, oh for crying out loud Andy take your bow, turn your back on that crowd, it's time to throw in the towel Andy take your bow, we don't have time for that now, come on the car it is waiting Andy take your bow, get your head from those clouds, oh for crying out loud Andy take your bow, I wanna be famous! I want you to know me! Andy take your bow, we wanna be rich!!! fuck! we wanna be Bowie Now, accept the realization, it's consolation that is keeping you down inside this underground