All the things I knew I didn’t know and didn’t want to know
That you told me just to tell me later that you’d told me so
Come flooding back to me now…
Come on
Come flooding back to me now…

All the things you said you’d never say and you said anyway
The things we did and didn’t do
The things we did and didn’t do
Come flooding back to me now…

I broke down and I broke up
So far down I couldn’t get up
You saw me fall and you saw me crack
I have touched madness
I have touched madness
I have touched madness and I don’t want to go back…

I didn’t want you to see me that way
Spiraling backwards through the day
Thoughts in formation for attack
I have touched madness
I have touched madness
I have touched madness and I don’t want to go back…

Oh my love what would become of me?
Oh my love without your company?
Only love, your love alone, carried me home…
Carried me…

Two Japanese girls spitting rain
Bottled and broken by my pain
I’m spitting fire and breathing flack
I have touched madness
I have touched madness
I have touched madness and I don’t want to go back…

Time — measured in dotted yellow lines has passed you by
And I never said an honest thing to you in all my life
Hard times go slowly and the good times never come
The world is a motor inn in an Iowa highway slum

When the open road is closing in
And you can’t say where it ends and you begin
And every truckstop dive’s another five years off your life
When the open road is closing in
And the dotted yellow lines begin to spin
And the sky begins to fall on everything you like at all
You won’t be coming home again.

Ciao. You keep on drowning in the roads between the towns
Now, I have been closing all the shutters in the house
Well, I know you’ll be back when every tree is turning brown
You’ll find the house is empty and the swing set’s falling down

It’s that time of year again. I just called the Sierra Nevada brewery on a hunch, and it turns out it was released on October 9th. They said we should be seeing it on the East Coast by the end of the week!

People come and go and forget to close the door
And they leave their stains and cigarette butts trampled on the floor
And when they do, remember me, remember me.

Some of them are old, some of them are new
Some of them will turn up when you least expect them to
And when they do, remember me, remember me.

Lucy youre my girl, lucy you’re a star
Lucy please be still and hide your madness in a jar
But do beware, it will follow you, it will follow you.

Some of them are old but it would help if you could smile
To earn a crooked sixpence you’ll walk many crooked miles
And as you do, remember me, remember me.

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

Now…in this faraway land
Strange…that the palms of my hands
Should be damp with expectancy

Spring…and the air’s turning mild
City lights…and the glimpse of a child
Of the alleyway infantry

Friends…do they know what I mean?
Rain…and the gathering green
Of an afternoon out of town

But Lord I had to go
My trail was laid too slow behind me
To face the call of fame
Or make a drunkard’s name for me
Though now this better life
Has brought a different understanding…

And through these endless days
Shall come a broader sympathy
And though I count the hours
To be alone’s no injury…

My home…was a place near the sand
Cliffs…and a military band
Blew an air of normality

The only thing that I could ever feel
I can’t believe it wasn’t real
The only thing that I could ever feel
I can’t believe it wasn’t real

You can’t open your mouth without telling a lie
But baby, you know how to say goodbye

The thing I spent my whole life waiting for
has just walked out and locked the door
The thing I spent my whole life waiting for
has just walked out and locked the door

You can’t feel a thing and you won’t even try
But baby, you know how to say goodbye

I’m overjoyed to hear about your wedding
I’m writing you to wish you every blessing
I’m overjoyed to hear about your wedding
I’m writing you to wish you every blessing

And I’m so happy I could cry
Oh baby you know how to say goodbye