Bronze Age Lyrics

WEIRDBEARD AND BLACK WOLF

Weird Beard lets the days slide by
With his easy-does-it campfire tunes
Across this desert hard pan dry
Comes a vixen bent on telling you
How dare you hide your face
Should put you in your place
How dare you hide your face
Black Wolf nurses broken hands
From a dust-up with a ne’er do well
Rarely turns out how he planned
But it sure felt good to ring his bell
And rearrange his face
To put him in his place
And rearrange his face
Over and done with the skies won’t open up and clear your conscience
This is where I finally draw the line
With neither hide nor hair of resentment there

FUTURE HUNTER

I’ve seen you run through here from time to time
What’s that you’re chasing with an axe to grind?
You came out of nowhere to spit in the dinosaur’s eye
Running off to save a girl in distress
But what you make is just a slippery mess
The whole place is crumbling and you are the only one left
Hunter from the future you put me on
Hunter from the future it seems you were fine all along
Now I’m only trying to break out of my sleep
Hold me down and break out of my sleep
(Now I’m only trying to break out of my sleep)
They tire of talking like a fist through the door
And then you fly across the mezzanine floor
A bull in a china shop tearing apart the whole store
No use baiting
It’s not translating out
Hunter from the future you put me on
Hunter from the future it seems you were fine all along
Now I’m only trying to break out of my sleep
Hold me down and break out of my sleep
(Now I’m only trying to break out of my sleep)
Now I’m only trying to break out of my sleep
Hold me down and break out of my sleep
(Now I’m only trying to break out of my sleep)
Now I’m only trying to break out from my sleep
Now I’m only trying to break out from my sleep

ALL-TIME ALL-STARS

I’ll get bold, I’ll get wise
See the roots of my demise
And make some plans for ringing in another year
I’ll screw up and misspell
The names I know so well
And curse myself to find a different hemisphere
Get thee gone
All the lines can be redrawn
To give yourself the perfect little piece of land
To turn your handsprings on
And string the days along
You were right and I was wrong
You lean in for a word
Tell me things that might occur
If only we’d been born into some other life
On a lark, on a whim
When the doubts are wearing thin
Save the chase, the midnight race for another time
Get thee gone
All the lines can be redrawn
To give yourself the perfect little piece of land
To turn your handsprings on
And string the days along
You were right and I was wrong

CATACOMBS

Thinking of days and wasted times
Right there in the row
My eyes can barely read the lines
Why can’t I see the floor below?
Or even hear a sound?
In the catacombs?
Remember the words we left behind
Carved out in the stone
An arm’s length away from yours is mine
We let ourselves drop to the floor below
Have a roll around
In the catacombs
The evening arrives
Brings with it heavy eyes
Is something amiss
Has everything gone awry
Waiting on pins with baited breath
And left out in the cold
Keeping it close against the vest
Things weren’t much different so long ago
When we tore it down
In the catacombs
The evening arrives
Brings with it heavy eyes
Is something amiss
Has everything gone awry

HOW THINGS ARE DONE

This is how things are done
The way it’s run
Up here it’s such a sight
We put miles on our shoes
Drinks to abuse
And let our freak flags fly
And let our freak flags fly
Cause what we are
Two would-be lovers who never held one another
Sunlight darken my skin
Show where we’ve been
And set our days alight
We’ll find ways to excuse
The things we choose
They’ll treat us both like swine
They’ll treat us both like swine
Cause what we are
Two would-be lovers who never held one another
Cause what we are
Two would-be lovers who never held one another
Cause what we are
Two would-be lovers who never held one another

GLASS EYE

We, we got up
And dove head-first in the water
Me, honestly,
I don’t know why I bother
We’ve had us a time
You’ve aged like fine wine
And scratched my glass eye
The grit of these teeth
Was a one-time only warning
Forgive, forget me
Like a lady in mourning
Who’s turned to the side
In a corner to hide
And scratched my glass eye
I guess this bronze age dies alone
On the telephone
I guess this bronze age dies alone
On the telephone

LYON

Lead me beyond the hill that works, the hill that prays
We could settle on and break the ground in Lyonnais
Is it the lure of a slot canyon
Maybe the wish of my companion
To live on the Rhone
A tour of Lyon
Climb through Rhone Alps and take me down to Chevinay
Time to send the letter giving all my things away
Is it the lure of a slot canyon
Maybe the wish of my companion
To live on the Rhone
With this rag and bone
To places unknown
We set out along a tour of Lyon
Is it the lure of a slot canyon
Maybe the wish of my companion
To live on the Rhone
With this rag and bone
A tour of Lyon

SOLELY BAVARIA

Setting the dials for hysteria
We’re black and blue again
Solely Bavaria
Spinning around on my stereo
And watch the merry go
Round about the area
Yesterday I left America
To chase a foolish thing
Solely Bavaria
Sitting around on my patio
And tell the jokes I know
None of them hilarious
What was the point in taking off?
It’s lost on me
I missed the point in taking off
But all at once I feel like I’m catching on
All these sights and wonders

CONCUBINE

Gray stone eyes
A Chinese puzzle with a million sides
Caught you smiling with your arms tied up
Are you still drinking from that lonely cup?
Been up and down this road before
And despite this thicker skin
It’s getting harder to defend
Pale-faced bride
I watch you falter when your worlds collide
And brace against it when the clouds roll up
Are you still drinking from that lonely cup?
Been up and down this road before
And despite this thicker skin
It’s getting harder to defend
Been up and down this road before
And despite this thicker skin
It’s getting harder to defend
Been up and down this road before
And despite this thicker skin
It’s getting harder to defend

CUSTER’S LAST

Running rings in the rain under emotional strain
You only carve out the time for complaining
This is as far as it goes, we top a minor plateau
and soak it up from head to totally deranged
In and out of the clouds there are no voices allowed
And so we head southeast by south
Try to lighten the load or make a fork in the road
So we don’t have to take the longer way around
An unfortunate end before we ever begin
And now it’s finally sinking in
This is a hell of a thing and all the traps we could spring
Will have them squirming in their skin
One fell swoop of the hand
Dug deep in the sand
Like Custer’s Last Stand
We could fight in the dirt
Hitch a wagon to words
Undeterred

ASHES TO LASHES

Crawled through the window there’s a fire down below
Back from the Everglades with nothing to show and I’m
Sinking lower than you
An old salt with nothing lose
I’ll dive into tailspins just like everyone
The newspaper never said that love was a gift
Just a fiery pit
Reminiscent of a seismic shift
That tears away the earth from where you sit
Ashes to lashes where you threw me a fit
I could swear that’s it
So stick around to see a fortune spent
Regale a tale of how well off you’ve been
Passed down through messenger from folks long ago
It’s all smoke and mirrors cause who could have known that I’m
Sinking lower than you
An old salt with too much to lose
I’ll dive into tailspins just like everyone
The newspaper never said that love was a gift
Just a fiery pit
Reminiscent of a seismic shift
That tears away the earth from where you sit
Ashes to lashes where you threw me a fit
I could swear that’s it
So stick around to see a fortune spent
Regale a tale of how well off you’ve been

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