Climate: The Final Songs All Songs by Nathan Beach & Grant Kuneman (c) 2001 Bryan's Cabin Songs (ASCAP) "Winter Gloves" I move my bones And feel the wind I miss my home The tree-lined world The Sallyfied phone The trigger tightens The body prone I put on my winter gloves Eyes blind by blinking I'm glad just thinking In the trench to-night But you see my hands Aren't made for guns They're for winter gloves And blocking the sun With one winter glove on my left hand And one winter glove on my right hand Off I walk into the night The fallen snow is mostly white I once had some friends Their names were Matthew Mark, Luke, and John The soldiers died One by one There's no more dancing No more fun And with one winter glove on my left hand And one winter glove on my right hand Off I walk into the night The fallen snow is mostly white "The Dime In My Pocket" I kissed my last shoe A sudden change in careers And I found a dime in the phone booth Your suitcases came But I still haven't seen you I guess it's the rain The lightning and thunder So long, so long A stream of busses and trains And feet rise and fall in the breadline My suitcase is lost A dime in my pocket My baggage is gone A dime in my pocket I thought you were lost but I feel you in my pocket Good-bye, I'm gone A dime in my pocket "No More Tears" What kind of people here? It'll fit its rhymes The clock face covered in tears Well, what can you do? I smile at you As you fold the newspaper in two Darling watch me say Forget this time Forget this terrible day Dear, get up Let's go Where no more tears Will salt the end of your nose I thought maybe you'd be happier some day Feel the foreign sun Forget that civilization Until the excavation's begun Why can't we be Climbing in a tree In the golden fifth century Oh the sun sets soon We will smile half moons And do whatever you choose Dear, get up Let's go Where no more tears Will salt the end of your nose I thought maybe you'd be happier some day "No More Cake" I used to see you so frequently You got places to go and people to be It's half past three Just fall on the sheets with me Smooth the lines on your map You can head on home after our nap Give me another kiss and look at the road map You used to be a lovely dream Now you've sewn the seams and made yourself clean You send the newspaper flying back at me One thing before you go Could you ever believe that I liked you so It was all you knew and all my friends you know Take it off your back Hang it on my coat rack Don't be sad I am not that mad Turn toward me at half past three Close the door so he can't see All the things that you do to me Friday is another day With fields to till and bills to pay Your soft skin on the pillow just can't stay Out, out The morning came The skin is gone but the light remains People can change But we just stay the same Follow me to your birthday party No more cake It already got started Hold your breath until we've parted Take it off your back Hang it on my coat rack Don't be sad I am not that mad "Feel Day" Lips caught in your braces Grass blades on sweaty faces Birds fly off the bleachers Moe's curls want a blood free floor Behind the cafeteria door In the early weeks of may It's feel day Mumbled words behind the laugh track The actress screams when she hears the boom crack Now I know their teeth are precious little knives That help them swallow more Behind the cafeteria door It'll never go away It's feel day "The First World War" Fighting in the first world war Had knocked my clock onto the floor I've wanted to know for eighty-four years What's the time and is it the hour for tea? I must have found some new words now A blast of air the lips allow A liquid bridge across the alveolar ridge So go ahead and burn your dictionaries I drove through the rain in my blue car And then I left the door ajar Incessant dinging as the pay phone's ringing Just to say, “Would you pull your lips off his cheek?” I stayed in bed with someone new For half the day and thought of you No more stomach clocks and half-broken locks To-day's the best day I've had so far without you Would you hold the umbrella for me? "Mobile Phone And Wife" You think life down there is lame Well, death can be arranged You never tried thinking It's strange That I gave your head a brain Things to eat and games But somehow you just turned out the same You always caught the fastest train And knew your children's names And liked that you weren't outcast or strange You wandered through your life With mobile phone and wife And never smelled the ocean at night "Default Life" Gardening clothes on Thursday night The rabbits chew and run from fright So the lettuce sleeps in peace to-night These new birds sing like telephone rings And we just stay inside with our default lives Newspaper lands at the door Wet from the sprinkler it drips on the floor The midday passes me by Hello, good evening, the news anchor smiles The nighttime city glows With shopping malls and other stores Our song's on the radio Phones at our fingers and paint on our toes We're so happy in our party clothes and default lives I'm so happy in my party clothes and default life "Big Houses" A family car drives past big houses and small trees They named this street after me A hidden cul-de-sac Cold umbrellas and wet feet Blinking, the baseball hits the bat The policeman tipping his hat He later rests his feet On the back seat half asleep Human, many times removed From hunger and misery She'd finally come to love The awkward symphony Screaming, the maid jumps up on the chair It almost whitened her hair The rats just want a home With a t.v. set and a phone Two rings, my sweet heart picks up the phone I was tired of being alone With the neighbors I'll never know And the wipers throwing wet snow Morning, I've got some things to do So let's meet back here around two She said she'll wait in the car So I can't really wander that far This sneezing keeps me up all night My doctor may have been right All the Kleenex on the stairs And on the armrest of my chair Mid day I feel so fresh and renewed It just enhances my mood Psychiatrists all say It's something I need anyway All Songs by Nathan Beach & Grant Kuneman (c) 2001 Bryan's Cabin Songs (ASCAP)