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Frank Black & the Catholics

Robert Onion

Robert, lead me into thought
Onion layers wait for you
Bounty of eternal fields
Every muscle knot I feel
Robert, tell me what to do
Tell exactly what you're not, yeah
 
Tails pushing grand whales
Heads hope to have the stuff
Each flag had no sail
Can you believe enough?
 
And though Diana calls to you
She will never, never yield
Every siren has her spot, yeah
 
Four hundred million
Oh, that is very far
Robert, sweet onion
Makes me feel so tired
Another layer and layers and layers
 
Oh, no, Robert, can you find your way?
Show me the way to come
Zugzwang got me in a way
Under my opposing thumb
 
Brandishing my shield
Robert leads me into thought
Into the dimming blue, blue
 
Nowhere in this world
For this old jack-tar
Three cheers for Robert
To the cinnabar
One ponders layers and layers and layers
And layers and layers and layers and layers
And layers and layers and layers and layers
And layers, Robert
 
Robert
 
Robert
 

St. Francis Dam Disaster

There was a well known water master man
He was the king
He could do anything
 
The St. Francis dam disaster, man
Thought she was all right
Until around midnight
 
Because that water seeks her own
She had a desire to flow
She was looking for somewhere to go
 
She was a slave to the great metropolis
She was feeling choked
She pushed the wall till it broke
 
When they heard the great apocalypse
At powerhouse number 2
Well, there was nothing they could do
 
Because that water seeks her own
Five and one half hours she would flow
She had 53 miles to go
 
A cascade down to Santa Clara way
Near 60 feet high
Now she's a mile wide
 
It was clear she was going far away
And whole towns were, too
A few got lucky in Piru
 
Because that water seeks her own
But four more hours she would flow
She had 29 miles more to go
 
She carried in her every kind of thing
House, tree, and telegraph pole
Some say a thousand souls
 
At 3 A.M. she gave Santa Paula a ring
She was still 25 feet high
Under a peaceful sky
 
Because that water seeks her own
But two more hours she would flow
She had 19 miles more to go
 
It was a real bad night in little Saticoy
El Rio, then Montalvo
How many, no one really knows
 
Ventura Beach was very scary, boy
Humanity a-pile
She went a final mile
 
Because that water seeks her own
Into the sea water flowed
Now forever she would go
 

I've Seen Your Picture

I've seen your picture all over the place
I turn the corner and I see your face
Vehicular billboards reserve you a space
Flashing your smile at the entire human race
 
I went a ways on the road that I was on
For many days, many nights the miles went on
And still the gaze of your faces carried on
 
I read the slogans of the sloganeer
I smelled the engines of the engineer
I saw the profits of the profiteer
Put up your picture in the stratosphere
 
I went a ways on the road that I was on
For many days, many nights the miles went on
And still the gaze of your faces carried on
 
I went a ways on the road that i was o—
And still the gaze of your faces carried—
For many days, many nights the miles went—
And still the gaze of your—
 
I went a ways on the—
And still the gaze of your faces carried on
 

Dog in the sand

Where the water glows
Where the water glows
Bluish all in black
Where the forest grows
I want to go back
I want to go back
 
Let the moody out
Let the moody out
Ugly mood in you
Open up your mouth
Kill it with your shoe
Kill it with your shoe
 
If your heart is sad
If your heart is sad
Give your dog a bone
See her in the sand
This is your new home
This is your new home
This is your new home
This is your new home