Salt Lake City – Lyrics

Jerry Joseph & Jackmormons
Salt Lake City – Holladay Records – 1998

Welcome to the Other 95% of the World, Fiona, Chinese Balls, Big Things, Grateful, Dixie Mattress, Sometimes You Just Lose It, Speedwater, Staple Gun, Get Down, These Gray Days, Salt Lake City, Back in the Hole*, Jump*

* Bonus Lyrics


Welcome To The Other 95% Of The World
Jerry Joseph – Summer 1996

Maybe I’ll bake you a cake, seven layers thick
Set aside the blender blades,in case you need a lick
Happy anniversary in turquoise butter cream
And sugar flowers you could save for later

Maybe I’ll start a marchingband with timpani and brass
Play Strauss and German polkas or anything you ask
But nothing that is sad, only music that is fun
Out on your fifty yard line we’ll be smilin’
Just like we mean it

Welcome to the other ninety-five percent of the world
I could buy an island, you could be the king
We would all adore you, the children all would sing
Folks would come a callin’ from seven continents
We’d greet them with big baskets full of fruit
As long as they brought good news

Welcome to the other ninety-five percent of the world
Yeah we’re all just thrilled your still alive, in the world

I could play you bluegrass, I could play you jazz
You could wear your hiking boots, you could wear your badge
We’d congratulate you, you deserve a break
Your clear and clean and perfect, now perhaps you’d like your cake

Welcome to the other ninety-five percent of the world
Yeah we’re tickled pink your still alive, in the world


Fiona
Jerry Joseph – Spring 1994

Why… must I always say I’ll write
When you said I lie, you’re right
We’ll probably never talk again
Why… must I always go get fixed
Teach your other dog a trick
I’m not up for this today

It’s been nice to know you
Now say good-bye, Fiona

Why… must apparitions like you show
me a glimmer, then you go
Hey, I think I hear your plane
Why… must I ever pretend to care
About girls that vanish into air
I’m on the runway looking lost
Losing my pride, losing my hair

Each vision takes a part of me
I’m left with shattered parts
and little shreds of melody


Chinese Balls
Jerry Joseph

Chinese balls, lay by my bed
Aluminum and copper,
Silver gold and lead
Ring like little church bells

Soothin’ to my head
Universe, glowin in the dark
I see Saturns, moons and jupiters
A million shootin’ stars
They make my room a Milky Way
That’s my favorite part

Its hard not to be afraid
I get so sick of it all
I lie here in the quilt you made
I spin my chinese balls

Chinese balls,
I can’t guess what they’re for
Improving my dexterity
Or rollin’ on the floor
A little box of mystery
They make me love ‘em more

Everything I have ever loved
I through it all against the wall
Fed the cat what didn’t stick
And spin my Chinese balls
In your head spinnin’
Spin it in your head spin it
The royal court of China
With the Mongols at the wall
The emperor would load a pipe
And spin his chinese balls

Chinese balls, lay by my bed
Aluminum or copper,
Silver gold and lead
They ring like little church bells
Soothin to my head


Big Things
Jerry Joseph – 1996

Cotton …Feels like cotton.
Then it goes away… Away.
And handshakes…And milkshakes.
Go away…Away

Big things coming atyou…Roll right
Little things coming at you…Pull tight
Roll right …Pull tight

Anger…I feel anger.
Then it goes away… Away.
Peaceful…Sometimes peaceful, baby.
Then it goes away

Big things coming at you…Roll right
Little things coming at you…Pull tight
Roll right…Pull tight
It sure won’t be the firsttime.
It sure won’t be the last.
All things will pass.
All things will pass away right out of here

Boyfriends… And girlfriends
Go away… Away.
And parents … And children
Go away… Away

Big things coming at you…Roll right
Little things coming at you…Pull tight
Good things coming at you…It’s all right
Good things coming at you…Hold tight
It’s all right…Hold tight


Grateful
Jerry Joseph – 1995

Look hard, in my eyes, tell me three things you really love about me
Cold heart, cold lies, I get the feeling you could get along without me
Look up, look in, somebody up there will absolve you of your sins
Look deep, accept, baby, baby you might just get some help

And late at night you say your faithful
And in the morning swear your grateful

You get, in touch, and maybe baby you meditate too much
Blue books, and such, talk about a bible, talkin’ ’bout a crutch

Grateful, we’re really pleased,
Grateful, see you on your knees
Grateful, hey baby’ it’s killin’ me
Wearin your serenity, the way you used to wear your disease

Open eyes, asleep, looks like somebody must have cut you pretty deep
With a big drill, a big knife, they’ve got a bag of tricks to open up your mind
Serene, eyes blank, you say your thankful but you don’t know who to thank
Thank God, he’s good, he turned you from a junky to a piece of fuckin’ wood

Grateful, you got the help
Grateful, we wish you well
Grateful, hey baby’ what the hell?
Nice to see you healthy but I used to like you better


Dixie Mattress
Jerry Joseph & Danny Hutchins – 1991

The sun showed up here without warning
Caught us out here on the edge
See it’s me and Dixie Mattress
Lying naked on the ledge

You think this lack of love and money
Would leave us bouncing off the walls

Yeah, it’s me and Dixie Mattress
Baby left our tires flat
So I guess we’ll hitch-hike to the ocean
Find a room to hang our hats

You think this lack of love and money
Would leave us bouncing off the walls
But when I lie with Dixie Mattress
I don’t give a damn, care if I
Ever see your face at all

I will lie with Dixie Mattress…lying lying
I will lie with Dixie Mattress…lying lying

The sun showed up here without warning
Caught us out here on the edge
It’s me and Dixie Mattress
Lying naked on the ledge
The city lay below us
I guess it’s time that we get on down
We could fall or fly, whatever baby
Twenty floors to Chinatown

You think this lack of love and money
Would leave us banging on the walls
But when I lie with Dixie Mattress
I don’t give a damn, care if I
Ever see your face at all

I will lie with Dixie Mattress… lying lying
I will lie with Dixie Mattress… lying lying


Sometimes You Just Lose It
Jerry Joseph – Summer 1995

Nice trick if you can pull it off baby
Leave everybody impressed
Crawl out of your sack to remind us
You were Sunday born blessed
Black eyed and your confidence shattered
Unkept and undressed
Loose grip on the few things that matter
good-bye to the rest

I guess it’s gonna take some time
To change the image in their mind

Sometimes you just lose it, Sometimes you don’t
You don’t have to prove it, Tell them you won’t

They’re all standing in line to remind you,
you’re a terrible flake
Hard to sweep up the trash left behind you
People caught in the wake
I heard the quote was endearingly helpless
That’s one hell of an epitaph
You must admit it looks better in brick
Now your tongue tied and it hurts it laugh

I guess it’s gonna take some bread
To change the picture in their heads

Sometimes we move into the mountains
Sometimes we move to trailor courts
I hear you kick and fuss and struggle
Relax, let nature run it’s course
You throw a coin up in the air
Your betting everything you own
Folks around here aren’t paid to care
I trust you’ll make it on your own


Speedwater
Jerry Joseph & Briget Ellis – 1995

Mouth full of copper is hard to wash down with your tea
Vinegar piss stains like badges the whole world can see
Answers to questions you can’t discuss casually
Like why would any of this shit remind you of me

See them all line up on opposite sides of the street
Their moral convictions are wrapped up in banners and pink
Lack of compassion for the way that the other ones think
sometimes to stand on the side of the righteous just stinks

Speedwater, Speedwater burnin’ a hole in my tongue
Speedwater, Speedwater kicking the air from my lungs
Speedwater, Speedwater the party’s just only begun
And it starts right here

You say that my history keeps you from sleeping at night
It worries me too but the past is a ghost I can’t fight
Battle scars tend to show valor they don’t make it right
Still actions speaks louder than glamour when held to the light

Speedwater, Speedwater sometimes you throw it all out
It’s never about what they tell you that it is about
Speedwater, Speedwater give me a safe place to run
Lick me and clean me and cooling me off when I’m done
Cause I’m done with you

Speedwater, Speedwater burnin’ a whole in my soul
Speedwater, Speedwater rip it out of my control
It’s never about what they tell you that it is about
Speedwater, Speedwater sometimes
I tire of the show
Speedwater, Speedwater sometimes this scene fuckin’ blows
And it blows on you


Staple Gun
Jerry Joseph – 1996

Savoring the moments you finally get alone,
locked up in the bathroom shaving legs down to the bone.
Your artistry leaves me breathless.
Fifty silver staples running up and down each arm.
Whatever keeps you focused, keeps you out of harm
I understand, you get restless

Mornings like these hey, we all get bored
You keep on telling me that’s what friends are for

Moving like a reptile, war paint on your chest.
Things that get you off stink and make a mess.
But you really ought to see your bright eyes.
When they sparkle just like diamonds and pearls

Hey you’re on my machine again
You holler at me again
You say I’m missing the fun
Hey they turned off the fridge again
Bandaged your wrists again
With a stapling….
When I think about you
I think skin as soft as butter
Like a warrior child from Africa
You’re fending off the others
And you love it when they run
From your staple gun

Swabbing out the fluids, mixing up the muds.
It’s hard to keep a hard-on covered with your blood.
It’s time to get committed and the cameras are rolling

Mornings like these hey, we all get bored.
You keep on telling me that’s what love is for.
Hey you’re on my machine again,
You holler at me again, you say I’m missing the fun.
Hey they turned off the fridge again.
Bandaged your wrists again, with a stapling…


Get Down
Jerry Joseph – 1995

Maybe we could cook some dope, but their isn’t any dope.
It would sure be nice to hang, but their isn’t any rope.
Well get down
Maybe we could take a walk, but it’s hard to motivate.
Try to focus try to talk, but it’s hard to concentrate
Well, get down, get down, hey, let’s get down

All emotions like a stone, feelin’ vacant to the bone.
I know I should send you home, but I don’t want to be alone.
You don’t need to know my name, ever body feels the same.
But I need something to do, So I guess it’s me n’ you…. Get down

Mother Mary’s at the door, sweep our souls off of the floor.
God will love you to the core, even Jesus loved a whore.
Eatin’ food that has no taste, might seem to some to be a waste.
But, hungry people know their needs, we’ll all feel better when we feed…
And get down, get down, get down

You don’t have to say a word, or look in each other’s eyes
I know somewhere out there I heard, you want true love you let it lie
So baby don’t pretend to care, like climbing mountains cause they’re there
You don’t today to feel, by tomorrow it won’t be real.
I don’t need to know your name, ever junky fucks the same
But we need something to do, so I guess it’s me and you…
And get down, well get down, get down, Hey we get down


These Gray Days
Jerry Joseph – 1995

It’s a thin line hanging on the wall
Strike a little balance, shattering a fall
A thin line between charity and greed
What I want, what I need
Lately I ain’t had much to say
Something seems to tie my tongue
On these gray days

A thin line between loneliness and crowds
Talking till you’re burning, baby
A thin line between heaven and catastrophe
Who we really are, who we really want to be
Lately when things don’t go my way
I’m taking comfort in these gray days

These gray days are better than others
It’s a thin line between the oven and the sun
Thank God for giving me the cover
These gray days are better than none

Thin line hanging on the wall
Strike a little balance, shattering a fall
Lately I’ve tried to learn to pray
To see the miracle in these gray days

These gray days are better than others
It’s a thin line between danger and the fun
Hold tight, my enemy and lover
These gray days are better than none

Lately I try to understand
Am I acting like a child or acting like a man
Do we take each other hostage
Or are we simply holding hands
Who’s to say, on these gray days


Salt Lake City
Jerry Joseph – Winter 1997

This fuckin’ blows, another unresolved exchange.
And God only knows, I could use someone or somewhere to blame.
My view from the porch, I see a cold and faceless town
Still, if there was somewhere to go, I’d go there and hang around
The angel on the temple, plays a silent horn again
I’ve got a funny feeling, the flock he guards won’t let me in, today

The word on the street, is muffled, choked and hard to hear
I’d look to the mountains, but I’ve got to wait for inversions to clear
There’s a city of angels, there’s a city of lights
This is the city of vacant looks, questionable Gods, and multiple wives
The angel on the temple, he’s in a silent way
I’ve got a feeling, he’s kind of blue today

Here in Salt Lake City.
Sometimes this city feels like the only place we’ve ever been
Salt Lake City, come a little closer and let me lick the salt again

Chiva, soda, chiva, a message to you from Jesus
Days like these I get them both confused
Missionaries and mexican drug dealers
It’s all in the language that you use
The angel on the temple, plays a song for me
But I’m to blind to hear, and I’m too deaf to see

I know why you left me, I still blame this town for that.
Salt Lake City, you swear your never coming back.
I’m sending you a postcard, it’s a wagon full of pioneers.
Greetings from the Zion Kingdom, see you in a couple years


Back In The Hole
Jerry Joseph

Just can’t believe, fell for it twice,
guess I’m made for the road
Little more brains or somethin’,
sure would be nice, maybe trade for my soul
The clowns in the kitchen, are laughin’ at me,
think it’s what I deserve
Like Saint Pat I would chase those snakes back to the sea,
but I’m losin’ my nerve

I know, I can’t figure it out,
I know, I can’t figure it out, but one thing
I have figured out, I’m finally back to one place that I know
hey, back in the hole

Called you from London, 4th of July
Baby, I just never learn
The Tropic off Capricorn, it opened my eyes
to the fact I’ve been burned
She says I’ve got a new man now, he sleeps in your bed,
He’s sensitive too
And when we’re done fuckin’ aint it sweet that he says
He’s concerned about you, Yeah concerned about me

I know, Henry Miller said,
I know, Henry Miller said that I
Would be better dead, then someplace back below
Hey, back in the hole

I’m back, in the hole,
I’m back in the hole,
I’m back in the hole,

Red lights in Bristol, lookin for gear
with my last 20 pounds
Baby, I’m tired of hearin’ what I don’t want to hear
Get me outta this town
I used to find shelter, in the sound of your voice
Now I wish I was deaf
And all you can offer me is a hole of a choice
It’s all you got left

I know, that my Jesus wept
I know, that my Jesus wept, about a secret
That he cared, about a secret that he’s kept..
he holds a oneway ticket for my soul

I’m back, in the hole,
I’m back in the hole,
I’m back in the hole,

I’m back, in the hole,
I’m back in the hole,
I’m back in the hole,


The Jump
Jerry Joseph – 1994

I sent her out for coffee
Maybe some eggs and bread
She said I love you baby
Yeah, that’s about all she said
She jumped

I never talk about her
You said that I don’t care
My voice is getting louder
I’m getting out of here

Don’t ask me why I’m leaving
I just can’t say for sure…I jump

I woke at six this morning
For gingerale and rum
Blew off the doctor’s warning
She lost her sense of fun
My house is big and spacious
It’s got lots of room to move
The Gods have been most gracious
They’re taking me home soon

Don’t ask me why I’m leaving
I just can’t say for sure…I jump

I’m standing on the edge of this
I see the rocks and the waves below me
I hear the angels blow their horns
I believe they have come to show me
How to jump I will …. with grace ….with you

I’ve got a lot of stories
I’ve got a forty-five
Folks around here tend to bore me
I can’t see see the the sense in staying alive
At night the jungle starts to scare me
I hear the voices dare me
One straw my camels going to break

Don’t ask me why I’m leaving
I just can’t say for sure…I jump

I’m standing on the edge of this
I see the rocks and the waves below me
I hear the angels blow their horns
I believe they have come to show me
I’m standing on the precipice
I know it’s going to hurt a lot
I guess it all comes down to this
I’m going to give it all I’ve got
I will jump… with God… with grace… with you