Lyrics to Men from When's

   About Time  (Side 1)


 

Jenny McDowell

Half a mile from the railroad tracks near the other side of town

Lives a girl with the smoky eyes and the name of Jenny McDowell

She wakes up everyday at 6 and takes the 7:05

And if she tries hard enough she'll remember what's inside

Jenny McDowell, Jenny McDowell

The morning drizzles lazily you can hear the sidewalk sigh

Jenny's walking down the street I cannot catch her eye

They say that she was happy once before she met the man

Who put her in the face she wears and went out on the lam

Jenny McDowell, Jenny McDowell

A never ending love

A play from Beelzebub


 
She waits at 6:58, she eats a cinnamon roll

And I see the vacant look and the love that took its toll

A drop of rain it hits her face and it looks just like a tear

My morning paper sags a bit and the sky ain't getting clear

For Jenny McDowell, Jenny McDowell

 
A never ending love

A plague from Beelzebub

 
Jenny McDowell, Jenny McDowell

The train is coming 'round the track the screetch is getting loud

I turn around to take a peek our eyes meet in the crowd

She didn't recognize me now it's been a long long while

I put the paper to her face and give her her old smile

Jenny McDowell, Jenny McDowell

Oh Jenny Jenny Oh Jenny Jenny

Oh Jenny Jenny Oh Jenny Jenny

McDowell

 
Words and Music by Rob Lincoln (c)2008
 

Love Is The Heart

You woke up in the middle of the night began to cry

You were told all the people in your life would someday die

But it wouldn't happen for a very long long time

There would be no heaven, hell we'd just wither on the vine

It didn't seem fair to you

It was not within your control

If dust is our destiny--create a God, create a soul

It's in your mind again, it's in your mind again, it's in your mind again

Love is the heart my friend

You loved to play among the kids, ride your bike through the neighborhood

You tried to be unlike the rest though you knew you must be good

You made up your own religion and your morality

You needn't search no longer once you saw the raging sea

Somewhere far away-somewhere beyond the worm

Somewhere they haven't seen-or else there's nowhere to turn

It's in your mind again, it's in your mind again, it's in your mind again

Love is the heart my friend

And now the proselytizers and the born again will say to ye

Buy into the long term plan, buy into the comforting

But they are lost without a script so you are doomed to burn in hell

To be on your own in life that's the rough world they can't sell

To be afraid to die is where you've been at all your life

As you get closer to reaching out to the other side

It occurs to you that you may finally see

To be afraid to live is what's the most frightening thing

It's in your mind again, it's in your mind again, it's in your mind again

Love is the heart my friend

Love is the means and the end

Love is the means at the end

Love is the heart my friend

Words and music by Rob Lincoln (c) 2008

Nothing More To Say

Your eyes are grey, your dress is black

Now your going away, now your coming back

You keep your love all locked away

Pretend it's for some other day

It just freaks you out anyway

Leaves me nothing more to say

Your mind is tuned to a TV screen

Is it good for you?

Why are you so mean?

You keep your love all locked away

Pretend it's for some other day

It just freaks you out anyway

Leaves me with nothing more to say

You bit my hand when I touched your lips

What kind of man needs a perfect fit?

You keep your love all locked away

Pretend it's for some other day

It just freaks you out anyway

Leaves me with nothing more to say

Words and music by Art Cohen (c) 2008

 

 

About Time

The leaves are falling down like rain

The wind is blowing way to cold

A bit of moss now surround my brain

It feels like my mind's gorwing mold

And the clock keeps speeding around the bend

The days they race into a blend

I fear that soon my time will end

Life's too short--I know my friend

I'm going to tell you just how I feel

You need to know it tonight

I'm going to tell you just what's the deal

You need to know it this life

You haven't heard from me in a while

To say I love you ain't my style

But the day is chilly, there's a storm outside

And all the spring flowers have died

And the clock keeps speeding around the bend

The days they race into a blend

I fear that soon my time will end

Life's too short I know my friend

I'm going to tell you just how I feel

You need to know it tonight

I'm going to tell you just what's the deal

You need to know it this life

This life/I'm gonna

(About Time)

Words and music by Rob Lincoln (c)2008


 

 

 

Mr. Smith

Wake up!

There's a thump on the floor

Saying Mr. Smith he don't live here no more

Save up!

Get a lock for your door

Cause Mr. Smith he don't live here no more

He ain't going to Florida

He ain't going on a jet airplane

He ain't going to the corner store

The coroner he said there's little pain

Cheer up!

He's no longer poor 

And Mr. Smith he don't live here no more

Look up!

He was such a bore

And Mr. Smith he don't live here no more


He's goin to be a flyin soon

Gonna have those pretty (purdy) wings

He's coming to the gates 'bout now

Just think about some happy things

Keep up your guard and don't frown

Cause Mr. Smith he sure as hell left town

Don't give up!

You're gonna see him I'm sure

Cause Mr. Smith he don't live here anymore

Don't give up!

We'll all join him--I'm sure

And Mr. Smith he don't live here no more

Going down, down, down---OW!

Words and music by Rob Lincoln (c)2008
 

 

The Same Dirt Road

We walked out on a hot August day through the bushes, honeysuckles and thorns

We walked a while until we found a dirt road we'd never seen before

The smell was sweet with flowering plants like candy in the air mixed with perfume

A vision of horses appeared in my mind, took me back to another travelor's time

Now I wonder who came this way

And whose dust we tread upon


Ancient travelors from a long gone day

We closed our eyes and we walked along

The same dirt road, have you seen them?

The same dirt road, they were just like us

The same dirt road, hear the sound of the piper/danicng down the road

Calling us home

The grass was high around the bend , there was a meadow near a fresh water spring

We cupped our hands and as clear as ice, we drank the water and heard the travelor sing

I thought for a moment I saw in my eyes a horse and carriage racing in the breeze

Then I blinked and away it was gone and I knew that I too would be travelling on

Now I wonder who came this way and whose dust we tread upon

Ancient travelors from long gone days

We close our eyes and we walk along

Words by Rob Lincoln  and Steve Lessick; Music by Rob Lincoln and Steve Lessick

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