Lyrics to Foxes & Hounds

There Will Be Violins
Put down the guitars you have nothing to say through them anymore
Nothing that hasn’t been said ten thousand times before
Tomorrow I will turn into a butterfly
And you — you will have violins
I may be a red-headed fat man in a silken kimono
But I have the curse and the gift of seeing tomorrows
In yours I hear the din of a hundred violins
Oh yes, you will have violins
Snapshots of Jesus and the eerie glow of scented candles
I see that you suffer delusions and weathered scandals
Life will be much better when you throw those guitars down
And learn to love the violins
I may be a red-headed stepchild in flannel pajamas
But I have the curse and the gift of seeing tomorrows
In yours I hear the din of a hundred violins
Oh yes, there will be violins

Homeless
I feel like a ghost
In the town I’ve known so well
Stand like a corpse
‘fore the ones who know me
But if home is where the heart is then I’m afraid I don’t live here anymore
In our pursuit of happiness
It’s crazy how much misery we will endure
Hope something you see
On the Cote d’Azur
Makes you think of me
When you look out to that sea
I’ll be there treading water
Trying hopelessly to make sense of the tide
And of all the questions that we pondered
Nothing can explain the reason why. Why?
Did I live in your heart
For at least a short while?
Cuz you’ll live in my heart
Till the end of time now
I recall I moved with purpose
But now there’s no particular place to go
In our pursuit of happiness
It’s crazy how much misery we’re willing to know

Letting Go
He stood six foot two on barefoot
She was half his size if that
One day he went to the office
And he never came back
He’s been gone for oh a year now
And she thinks of him each day
How they wanted to have children
But it would not work that way

She Left With The Sun
And come morning
Everything fades to black
I didn’t mind you leaving
It’s the way you never looked back
Every warning
Was laid out before my eyes
I know you had your reasons
But the days just kept on slipping by
And I can’t tell you what I want to
I just don’t know how
And in my sky of dreams
There is a rain cloud
Every evening’s a struggle against duress
I go through all your letters
And I smoke too many cigarettes
All these records said nothing to me before
Now every verse reminds me
That you won’t be coming back anymore
Wish I told you what I longed to
Look where I am now
And my sky of dreams
There is a rain cloud
Oh, I want

The Suicide Bombers
My oh my the things we do to ourselves
Drink ourselves back sober, drink ourselves half blind
Jesus Christ what’s to become of me
Night after night, the bourbon, the wine
Spinning sagas, writing masterpieces
Setting up for the inevitable fall
Sitting poolside at the Mondrian
Letting the life imitate it all
And a loss for words or clever verse
Is all that my intention’s worth
The ink is dry and so am I
Is any feeling worse?
Got some money from the writer’s guild
Spent it on a night of cheap and easy thrills
Slipping one by one into the haze
Fading like films into the golden age

I’ll Always Be Your Loser, Honey
For all the time I said I don’t know what got into me
The dumb remarks in mixed company
For all the reasons aren’t clear to me, but most I see
I’ll always be your loser, honey
These people talking, they give me the blues, they say
Here comes the gambler in his lucky shoes
Sometimes I swear the world’s in love with you
And I’m just another fool
I’ll always be your loser, honey
And I messed it up again
And I won’t hear the end of it baby
And I’m running out of lies
But can’t you let it slide just this time baby?
For all the time I said I don’t know what got into me
The dumb remarks in mixed company
For all the reasons aren’t clear to me, but most I see
I’ll always be your loser, honey
I’ll always be your loser, honey

95 St Marks Place
I lived and died for a year of my life
In a room at 95 St Marks Place
Crashed into sleep every night to the lights
And the sound of some dumb infomercial
And I swear
There’s something evil in the TV
It’s so hard
For me to pull myself away
And I swear
There’s something evil in the TV
And it’s clear I’m not going anywhere but here
I lived with Mark over Tompkins Square Park
And the singer from Cibo Matto
Wasting the days where the sidewalk’s a stage
With a view of a Zeppelin cover
Here, where I learned all the drink in the world’s
Not enough to submerge my paranoia
Love’s smelling sweet on someone else’s street
But here it stinks just enough to enjoy it

Silver Anniversary
I could still feel the blue in those bloodshot eyes
Here on the pier as the moon flies
And the ferris wheel lights don’t do much for my head
But the hair of the dog’s right here in my hand
And you’re dancing like mad to the sound of the cover band
Reliving the days at the Roxy
And it seems like a lifetime from the Sunset Strip
And you feel like a million, every year of it
And while our friends spent their lives
Chasing the American Dream
We spent ours chasing Jim Beam
Into long, long, long drunken eves
It’s been 25 years since we’ve seen the morning
After the dawning, my lovely
Did you say you wanted kids
Did I want a house?
I can’t remember a thing
Oh raise me, dash me
Arms locked and down it goes
Same thing as last week, last night
A minute ago
Oh raise me, dash me
Arms locked and down it goes
Same thing as last week, last night
And while our friends spent their lives
Chasing the American Dream
We spent ours chasing Jim Beam
Into long, long, long drunken eves
And we’re drinking and drinking and drinking

Hard Life
If I were a charmed man, oh
I would sing you my songs all day long
If I were a rich man, oh my darling
We would live by the sea
You and me
But it’s a hard life, hard life
It’s best to put all your dreams away
Yeah it’s a hard life, hard life
No one’s gonna come through, anyway
If I had a guardian angel
I would wake every day with a smile
But there ain’t no gods or angels, no no no
So I wake every day on the wrong side of the bed
Cause it’s a hard life, hard life
It’s best to put all your dreams away
Yeah it’s a hard life, hard life
Standing here in the frozen light

The Most Dangerous Man In The Living Room
The sun will rise and the sun will set
And the TV will go on the blink
And you will think the world has ended
La la la
The kids will sleep and the day will cease
And darkness will fall ‘round your house
And you will think the worst is over
But it’s not
It’s just begun
The headaches come and the heartaches go
But somehow they’re here all the time
They replaced the life within you
Long ago
And you’re lying there in your underwear
Hoping someone rescues you soon
Cause you’re the most dangerous man
In the living room
They once knew just what to say
But now they refrain
They don’t bother anymore
And who could blame them?
The sun will set and the sun will rise
Over episodes of “Family Ties”
And you will wonder
Who do you trust?
And “God, what’s wrong with us?”
Three whole days without a wink
Nine whole months with nowhere to go
But never mind
You’re still the most dangerous man
In the living room

These Dreams Of You
These dreams of you
Are so much sweeter than the truth
So much stronger than the proof
So much greener than your blue
These dreams of you
Are so much sweeter than the truth
So much stronger than the proof
So much neater than your room
You live and you learn
Oh only after pain and disaster
And you never return from the war
And so there was you
A gift still in the wrapping
A saint in Manhattan
A train wreck waiting to happen
We started a thing
But I should have known better
Right down to the letter
All the signs were pointing down
Now I itch and I scratch
From your goddamn cats
You say, “They never bothered Matt”
He was the ex. He loved the cats.
And your sister’s been here since late last year
I guess she’s never gonna take the hint
And your mother don’t care for the length of my hair
But she ain’t the one wearing it
Now I’m caught in a trap
And I can’t hold back
But it ain’t cuz I love you too much, baby
And that might be stealing
But I’ll just call it lazy
Cuz you ain’t worth the rhyme
Or proper grammar

50 Heads Over High Street
Fifty heads over High Street
Fifty dreams to remind me
Let your mind go completely
Cross a river to reach me
Bloody brawls in the back seats
Taking turns at the track meets
Fighting memories in my sleep
I’m a head over High Street
Fifty heads over High Street
You can’t rest in the hot seat
Dress your conscience discreetly
Fighting thoughts that defeat me
Once I walked like a dead man
Through crowded streets in the Flatlands
Kiss the pavement beneath me
I’m a head over High Street
Hard to get past the brawn
And what they say about the bigger they come
Satan’s wearing a jersey
Faking errands of mercy
Good good good good good God
Fighting ghosts with a weak heart
Once I walked like a dead man
Through crowded streets in the Flatlands
Curse the pavement beneath me
I’m a head over High Street

Stay The Night
Stay the night
Don’t care if it’s right
Loneliness will bury you alive
Hey, we’re all imperfect in the light
And vanity will eat you from the inside
Stay the night
Oh stay the night
I’ve got a feeling about you
No one knows the trouble that I’ve seen
And lord knows you’re not here to make it right
Still, here we are both ugly in the light
But nothing is this beautiful to me
Stay the night
Oh stay the night
Don’t pay no mind about tomorrow
I know that it’s late and you’re over me
But I’m a chancer anyway
Stay the night
Oh stay the night
I’ve got a feeling about you

Love With The Proper Stranger
I smelled of licorice and booze
As I climbed the stairs to this den of abuse
All wrinkled in my Cinderfella suit
Then my mind wanders to you
I love your voice in my head
I love the view from your bed
I love the things that you said
I love the books that you read
Oh in my dreams
In my paperback dreams
It was always you
She thought me worthless and treated me cruel
You would never, would you?
And I’ve had a wonderful evening
I’ve had a marvelous time
I woke in the morning
With a temperature burning
And heartstrings entangled
In blue movie methadone