Everything Was Beautiful – Lyrics

Jerry Joseph

Everything Was BeautifulUlftone Records – 2000

Good Sunday, King of Love, What I Lived For, Both of You, 1936 Jesus, Mary Star of the Sea, Middle East, Mountain Home, Joan of Arc, You Again, Altar In Your Box, Beautiful Child of God


King of Love

Jerry Joseph – 1999

It’s the turn of the century, you’re shell shocked and stunned

As you sit on the cliffs in the Mexican sun

Hard to admit your competitors won

They married the prom queens and hit the home runs

So you’re making your list of delights and prejudices

You forgive us for all of our trespasses

Another survey of the staggering mess that is

Your little kingdom of endless embarrassments

A last ditch appeal to be a contender

Thanks but no thanks, return to sender

When it comes down to truth there’s no public defender

Now you’re back in line “A Liar” pretender

So Hail to the king, the king of love

I’m the king of love That’s what you said

My blood is the wine my body the bread

With a crown of barbed wire, rubber and lead

I believe that we all can be kings in our head

So you’re draggin your cross around in the back yard

With statues of cupids and valentine cards

Cursing your subjects cursing the stars

Baby, being the king’s not supposed to be hard

Hail to the king, the king of love

All hail to the king, the king of love

God Save the king

Bless the crown on his head

Long live the king

The King is dead

Back at the round table, they’re sending you home

There’s always somebody with designs on your throne

At the end of the day, you’re just fishes and loaves

Baby, even the king of love dies alone

Hal to the king, the king of love (out)


You Again

Jerry Joseph – 1987

I’m a Howler Monkey in Panama

Stick a Dixie cup in the seco jar, whoa

The tide is high, shore breaks deep

I’ll whomp that sucker like a dead end street, whoa

But I’m run, run, run, run, run, run, running

Run, Run, Running, run, run, running again

Chorus:

I turn around and what I see

It’s you again, following me

Everytime I try to hide

You wind up baby right by my side again

You again, you again

I’ve got the fire department on the telephone

Got a prairie fire on my dynatone, whoa

They throw a big parade back in Harrisburg

It’s a melt down party with the senators, whoa

But I’m slip, slip, slip, slip, slip, slip, sliding

Slip, slip sliding, slip, slip, sliding away

Chorus

Baby I’m missing something

Chorus

I turn around, what the hell

It’s you again, it’s just as well

I’m so happy to have you here

Promise me you’re never gonna leave my dear

Again, you again

Oh I’ve got you, you again


Both of You

Jerry Joseph – 1994

Woke this morning, in time to see the train

Woke this morning, in time to see the train

Locomotive flying up your bedspread

Like the bullet that bears your name

Try to focus, you distract yourself

You try to focus, you distract yourself

I don’t believe that they’ve made the potion

Guaranteed to make you well

Chorus:

But I, don’t need to hear the truth

To be close to you

Calling taxi’s, man, that’s all of you’ve learned

Calling taxi’s, man, that’s all of you’ve learned

Baby you would have loved the drama

Watching everybody squirm

Chorus

It doesn’t matter, who you are today

‘Cause I’ll still love you both, anyway

My love is true, for both of you

Somebody to hold you baby, somebody to make things right

Somebody to make you happy, somebody, somebody

Somebody to know you better, somebody to change your life

Somebody, somebody

Both of you


Middle East

Jerry Joseph – 1999

Put in on paper baby, you make it plain to see

Treaties and testaments and books of poetry

I can’t read

What can I do for you, what can you do for me

Hard to negotiate when we’re both on our knees

I still plead

I ain’t your olive branch

I ain’t your Prince of Peace

Look into my eyes and you’ll see

The Middle East

I am not searching for my place in history

I’m growing tired and bored of the antiquity

I don’t need

The ones I love the most

The ones I love the least

Look into my eyes and you’ll see

The Middle East

Go tell it on the mountain, Go throw it in the sea

See the ditch in the valley that they’re digging for me

Is this Damascus Road, The Sword of Damocles?

Suffer if you stay, suffer if you leave

I see the thunder clouds, I hear the cannons roar

You’re rubbing empathy into an open sore

I still bleed

There is no beauty here

We’re sleeping with the beast

Look into his eyes and you’ll see

It’s the Middle East


Good Sunday

Jerry Joseph – 1998

I think I’ll run along the tracks down to the river

Watch the birds of prey

A sanctuary or a temple, birds or angels

Carry me, away

I feel more comfortable in your skin, I wear your lipstick

Cherry Red

You could be am imposter but I recognize your breath

As it swirls around my head

I can hear the church bells ringing “Jackie Wilson Said”

Baby I’m in heaven when you smile

On Good Sunday, Good Sunday, Good Sunday, Today

I’d like to tie you to the bed and paint you Krishna blue

Underneath the Christmas lights

Like a Cristo with Islands or umbrellas it’s all how we

Capture light

Or head back to the Northwest wearing nothing but a rose

And my black coat

You could share your slippers child, or tie another string of pearls

Around my throat

I can hear the church bells ringing “Jackie Wilson Said”

Baby I’m in heaven when you smile on

Good Sunday, I see the summer in your face

Good Sunday, God Grants us all a little grace today

Sir Richard Burton transcribes the Kama Sutra, proving that I lack

Patience

So I’ll bury my resentments here along the river, it’s my

Best defense

And Warren says we can all be Jimi Hendrix we’re just

Frightened of the truth

So I’ll rub you like Aladdin’s magic lantern ’til you grant me

Harmony and truth


1936 Jesus

Jerry Joseph & Collum McCann – 1998

See the fires of Wyoming

Hang Coyotes from the fence

Heading down to the Teton Flood Museum

To see where the water went

From the belly of the aeroplane

Twenty thousand loaves of bread

Thank the lord for the doves of propaganda

Welcome the fascists to Madrid

Like a 1936 Jesus

I’ve got no time for crucifixions

I never know which shirt to wear

I’ll let some other sucker handle resurrection

‘Cause this is not my cross to bear’

Like a 1936 Jesus

All at once in love with a million women

In the white, white city

In the white, white city

Like a 1936 Jesus

See the fires of Wyoming

Hang Coyotes from the fence

Heading down to the Teton Flood Museum

To see where the water went


What I Lived For

Jerry Joseph – 1998

I’ve got a feeling, any feeling

Is what I live for

Sexual healing, spiritual healing

Is what I live for

You sing fire, you sing rain

Days like these, seems it’s raining flames

Could be time to torch a few more doors

Its what I lived for

Well you’ve been told to keep an even keel

And never let them know just how you feel

I search your eyes for something real

I know that it was there before

Its what I live for

Its what you lived for

Hey now I’m not sold on emotional control

Because I’d prefer to know that you’ve got soul

Love and hate, passion pride

These are the things that make me feel alive

If anything I want to feel them more

Its what I lived for

Its what you live for

Its what I live for

Its what you live for


Joan of Arc

Jerry Joseph – 1998

Pretty baby must be high

She swings like a monkey through the sky

Who would have thought the she could fly?

Most of us never stop to try

I’ve got Picasso Domino’s

Tickets and matchbooks to places that I don’t go

Telephone numbers of people who speak the truth

Truth is a language like Latin

That I can’t use

The girls on the metro are looking fine

I’m telling myself that life is kind

I know the man who can turn back time

I’d like to think that he’s a friend of mine

A couple of habits that I would like to break

Like standing the candles on my birthday cake

And faking it when I am already a fake

Or trying to be good just for, goodness sake

Maybe tomorrow I’ll be, Joan of Arc

It’s unrealistic, hey, but it’s a start

I’ll burn at the stake, with my liberty heart

My humble attempt to shed some light on the dark

I’ll be Joan of Arc

I’ll be Joan of Arc


Beautiful Child 0f God

Jerry Joseph – 1994

Her guardian angels follow her ’round

Through moments of silence and the rough parts of town

Her guardian angels hover above

Sit on her shoulders, shower her with love

Now when she crawls through the darkness

She knows she’s not in there alone

Her guardian angels, live in her dreams

Cloak her in comfort, keeping her clean

She used to be scared of the voices

Now she knows that they’re just calling her home

She’s a beautiful child of god

He’s holding her hand

A beautiful child

He understands, This beautiful child

Guardian angels, all over the place

Watching her children, keeping them safe

They tell her the sun also rises

Holding her head through the night

She’s a beautiful child of god

He’s holding her hand

A beautiful child

He understands

She’s a beautiful child of god

She’s a beautiful child

Up there in Heaven

The angels all smile

On this beautiful child


Mountain Home

Jerry Joseph – 1998

I pull another story, right off of story hill

I pull a piece of something, I paid some kids to kill

I’ve got old testaments, they’re all I need to know

I’ve got a burning bush, I’ve got a glory road

I’ve got some medicine, it keeps the engine clean

I’ve got a woman here, she’s here to fill a need

I’ve got no indecision, my lines are clearly drawn

I stand, bear witness, I know my rights from wrong

Brick and rock, rock and stone, leave me well enough alone

Flesh and Blood, skin and bone, I build my mountain home

My friends are dead and gone, but they still call at night

I’ve got celestial radar, I’ve got an Inner Light

I hear the howling out there, somebody’s got to freeze

There will be no redemption, for dying on your knees

This ain’t a cattle call

This ain’t the dinner bell

This ain’t a rite of passage

This ain’t an easy sell

This is my finest hour

I built it with my hands

This is my mountain home

Here’s where I make my stand

I fear the truth in evil

I’m pissing on their bones

I stand with God almighty

Here is my mountain home

Brick and rock, rock and stone, leave me ell enough alone

Flesh and Blood, skin and bone, I build my mountain home


Mary Star of the Sea

Jerry Joseph – 1998

Feline stretch across the bed

Warm the milk and pat my head

I might just go for tea instead

Something green and Japanese

If I could be calligraphy

Coal black ink and energy

Flesh and blood, and poetry

Or anything you need

I hear them calling me, and all the ships at sea

And I believe

I hear them calling me, and all the ships at sea

And I believe

I receive my Mary

Chorus

Mary, Mary, Mary Star of the Sea

Mary, Mary, Mary Star of the Sea’

Someday Mary, you’re gonna marry me

Hard to trust what you can’t see

A living thing inside of me

Fleas and blood and poetry

She owns it with her eyes

Heaven holds a place for lust

In sex and love and god we trust

Every feeling good and just

She owns it with her eyes

Chorus

Someday Mary you will believe in me

Someday Mary, you’re gonna Marry me


Altar in Your Box

Jerry Joseph – 1996

Here along the roadside

I brought nails and wood and paint

I’ve had a little trouble

Deciding on a saint

A cross from Ensanada

In the dark it’s supposed to glow

Some beads I bought in Garberville

Another life ago

Out here on the highway, I build your altar in your box

Some shelter when its raining, some shade for when its not

It’s not

Though red would probably suit you

I think I’ll just paint it white

It’s the color of the virgin

She’s my beacon in the night

A statue of St. Francis

He holds a little lamb

And answers to a question so much bigger than I am

At your altar in your box, at your altar in your box

The women throw Hail Mary’s at

Your altar in your box

At last I will hang a rosary

That my father gave to me

From olive trees in Lebanon

Some personal history

And I won’t include your photograph

Or carve your name in stone

So the women who bring flowers

Can make your box their own

And I will light a candle

And say a prayer for you

So that I will not feel guilty

On the nights that I drive through

At your altar in your box

At your altar in your box

The big wheels keep on rolling by your altar in your box

The truckers all salute you in your altar in your box

You just might find me kneeling by your altar in your box

As I sit beside the water

And watch the men rake rocks

I trust that you’ll be happy

In your altar in your box