anton

Lyrics From The Automatic Door

staring at the sun

staring at the sun
trying to find my inner hippie
i'm a self-made hat-rack on the run
there ain't no cause for alarm
there ain't no cause for good reason
it's just hurricane season

carry me
carry me across the land
on an aeroplane
built by tiny human hands
built by the will of the people

staring at the sun
trying to find my inner hippie
i'm a self-made hat-rack on the run
there ain't no cause for alarm
there ain't no cause for good reason
it's just hurricane season

i told you then
never trust a sacred cow
silly billy goat
you'll never get that deal now
there for the god of grace go i

staring at the sun
trying to find my inner hippie
i'm a self-made hat-rack on the run
there ain't no cause for alarm
there ain't no cause for good reason
it's just hurricane season

(staring at the sun on a golden, glowy day)

 

you can move a mountain

you can move a mountain with your mind
you can modify, transmogrify each particle you find
you can love the lemon skin but loathe the rind
you can open every doorway with each sleepy tooth y' grind

carefully
patiently
lovingly
without failing me

you can pull the roses from the thorns
you can decorate a table with some tissues that you've torn
you can curse the day you wish that you'd been born
you can dress yourself in patches from a jacket never worn

carefully
patiently
lovingly
without failing me

you can move a mountain with your mind
you can modify, transmogrify each particle you find
you can love the lemon skin but loathe the rind
you can open every doorway with each sleepy tooth y' grind

you can move a mountain with your mind
you can modify, transmogrify each particle you find
you can love the lemon skin but loathe the rind
you can open every doorway with each sleepy tooth y' grind

carefully
patiently
lovingly
and with dignity
without failing me
without failing me
without failing me
without failing me

 

beyond the valley of the dolphins

beyond the valley of the dolphins
and the valley of the dead
beyond the valley of the horses
and the feedbag on the bed

she can't stand it
and i can't stand it
we can't stand it no

she's stopped trying
and i'm just starting
with nowhere left to go

beyond the valley of the dolphins
and the valley of the dead
between the valley of the horses
and the feedbag on the bed

rain is falling
won't stop falling
sky is falling too

cars are parking
people talking
i'm far away from you

she said this pill won't make me large enough
to climb out of the hole i'm in
if that's an answer then the question must have feet instead of fins - swim away

beyond the valley of the dolphins and the valium

 

poking myself in the eye to spite my finger

poking myself in the eye to spite my finger
throwing myself from the top of every table
kissing the lips of the mouth of a volcano
cursing, cursing

happiness just can't be seen by me,
subversive fucker-up
misery's a beauty queen,
sip lemonade and pucker-up

poking myself in the eye to spite my finger
throwing myself from the top of every table
kissing the lips of the mouth of a volcano
cursing, cursing

chipper is as chipper does
swamp-rabbit it's a pony-tale
lose a little sleep,
poor fuzzy bunny loves a killer whale
bite you on the arm
bite you on the arm
bite you on the arm, the arm

poking myself in the eye to spite my finger
bite you on the arm
i'm gonna bite you on the finger

poking myself in the eye to spite my finger
yeah

 

went all wrong

purple heather
on a hill
yellow fever
daffodil

went all wrong
went all wrong
went all wrong

candy roses
in your hair
crowd of aphids
gathered there

and we can fall apart the way we do and will again
the love we cast in iron,
full of madness, full of spin
full of magic to believe in,
full of magnets in our skin
it's the failure of the century
it's the day the psychic twins...

went all wrong
went all wrong
went all wrong

remember what you said, the soap still on your head
there's only one of me, remember...

crazy weather
summer storm
hanging heavy
least it's warm

and we can fall apart the way we do and will again
the love we cast in iron,
full of madness, full of spin
full of magic to believe in,
full of magnets in our skin
it's the failure of the century
it's the day the psychic twins...

went all wrong
went all wrong
went all wrong

 

the automatic door

the filthy rich and the filthy poor
everybody passes through the automatic door
jesus on the cross muhammed kneeling on the floor
everybody passes through the automatic door

except for me you see, i've lived a good life i never took too many drugs
i never cheated on my wife - except for her best friend but that was just a fling - besides it doesn't really count if i take off my wedding ring

the suffragettes are standing with their surfboards on the shore
they're gonna ride the big one through the automatic door
jesus on the cross muhammed kneeling on the floor
everybody passes through the automatic door

oh glory be - and then the knife in the back
you're either with us or against us
ain't no grass in the crack a gonna grow
with all them weeds hanging round
at least the sun is in the sky and it's a beautiful sound

on cobblestone i walk a crooked mile
whilst polishing the sugar in my smile
where has gone the mother we call mom?
child becomes the father to the bomb

the weekends you've been spending at the holy hardware store
to build yourself a bunker with an automatic door
but don't forget the bullets and the handgun in the drawer
in case the switch is broken on the automatic door

jesus on the cross...

the filthy, filthy rich and all the filthy, filthy poor...
everybody passes through the automatic door
the suffragettes are standing...
jesus on the cross...

the filthy rich...

 

ring never bell

i walked up that hill
in my beatlest boots on the autumnest day i could find
i held out my hands in a jesusish way
in an effort to heal the blind
but the blind wouldn't see me,
said they'd call me when they could
so i walked up that hill in my beatlest boots
turning left at the green wild wood

ring ring ring
never bell, never better
ring ring ring
might as well write a letter
(to no one, than to anyone)

i carried a cross on my back for a while,
hoping someone would say "oh, it's you"
with my arm 'round a leper i'd pose for a snap,
get my face on the cover of Q
but the picture not taken
was of me all alone
as i kicked through the leaves in my beatlest boots
disappointed my cover not blown

ring ring ring
never bell, never better
ring ring ring
might as well write a letter
(to no one, then to anyone)

 

i've been craving lately

i've been craving lately something stranger
than the stuff comes out my little station-changer
beam me up, beam me down
lead me to danger
you can fall, not hit the ground

sermon on the mount
couldn't hear it for the clanging of the late-night dinner-bell
settled the account, then we moved it to the table
we moved it to the table

i've been craving lately something stranger
than the stuff comes out my little station-changer
beam me up, beam me down
lead me to danger
you can fall, not hit the ground

baritone or bass, either way i couldn't bear it
with a voice as light as mine
she said it to my face
but she didn't seem to mean it
she didn't seem to mean it

she said "this is my goodbye party, i'm gonna cry"

i've been craving lately something stranger
than the stuff comes out my little station-changer
beam me up, beam me down
lead me to danger
you can fall, not hit the ground

 

who's the pony now?

who's the pony now?
who's the pony now?
who's the pony now, devendra banhart?

you got vibe, you got that beard
you got vibe, you got that beard

 

aw gee, can't you see

aw gee, can't you see
i'm a bee without a bonnet
floating on the breeze, pollinating trees
leap a lilypad then hop back on it
thunderbirds are go
writing what you know
writing who you are
shallow superstar
anenome
aw gee can't you see

backwards on a bus, riding back to us
riding through the town they built the world on
filling in the verse
riding in a hearse
riding on a horse without my hat on
cowboy that i am
pirate that i was
seeker of the spark
feeler of the fuzz
holder of the hand
licker of the stamp
sender of the postcard
dweller of the damp
containing me
aw gee can't you see...

but you don't got ears to hear me
you only got ears that say go away
don't be near me
this ain't no cherry pie
aw gee can't you see

aw gee, can't you see
i'm a pig without a puddle
rolling in the sand the king is in command
and he's got an army up the middle
with guns and bayonets, as fancy as it gets
with silverware and stars and jam in tiny jars
take a little bit give a little back
salt over the shoulder, sugar in a sack
all over me
aw gee can't you see?

 

as cool as folk

as cool as folk as beautiful as you are true to me
the light shines through the leaves of every tree

as cool as folk
as beautiful
and yet i still can't see
a way out of the darkness that you claimed would set me free
the way out of this darkness
??? ...mike leahy

as cool as folk as beautiful as you are true to me
the light shines through the leaves of every tree
so c'mon won't you cool as folk with me?
you know you wanna cool as folk with me
i'll trade you all my lice for just one flea

 

© Anton Barbeau. Photo of Anton by Karen Eng. Web site: interbridge.

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