Bibleland

Bibleland

  1. Broken Ladders to Glory
  2. Bibleland
  3. Theo's Logic
  4. Low Crawls & High Times
  5. Bakersfield
  6. Out in the Cold
  7. The Bubble Bursts
  8. Pete and Repeat
  9. Constance of the Universe
  10. I'll Get Over it
  11. She's Working Here
  12. Stone Away
{words as listed in liner notes}
[words as actually recorded]


Broken Ladders to Glory
Words and Music by Terry Taylor

When the day is done
We'll get out of here
When the race is run
and the coast is clear
jump a sinking ship
Grab a falling leaf
I'll place a smoke ring 'round your yellow fingers
and a rose in your teeth

Chorus:
and we'll go climbing broken ladders to glory
climbing broken ladders to glory

When the faithful doubt
feel the rafters shake
feel our souls wear out
and our laces break
You're my ravaged nun
I'm your greasy priest
playing taps upon a battered toy trumpet
'til the lock's released [1]

(Chorus)

When the beast is crowned
we'll be at the dance
You in your tattered gown
me in my underpants
I will turn to salt
You will turn to sand
We'll get blown across the cracked linoleum
out to the promise land

(Chorus)

When the day is done
We'll get out of here...

[1] Compare with "Instruction Through Film." on "Fearful Symmetry"
"At clock's last chime the locks released"


Bibleland
Words and Music by Terry Taylor

We're going out to Bibleland
by a Motel 6, and a burger stand
oasis there in the desert sand
We'll play all day on the Family Plan
in Bibleland
There's a fifty foot cross and a pearly door
a lions den where the lions roar
a manger scene on a revolving floor
a leper and a christian book store
in Bibleland

And something beautiful, something clean
behind the shabby bible scenes
Something real that built a dream
called Bibleland....

Midgets dressed up as Peter and Paul
a christian rock band by the wailing wall
that Goliath guy makes us feel so small!
takes a half an hour just to see it all
It's Bibleland
A river of life and a pit of doom
Noah's arcade and an upper room
Canoes cross the Jordan, there's an empty tomb
and three shows daily starring Debby Boone
in Bibleland
In the ruins and the waste
lurks the shadow of a perfect place
the mark of God on a strangers face
in Bibleland
Bibleland
Bibleland
Bibleland.....


Theo's Logic
Words and Music by Terry Taylor

He said I wasn't going to heaven
then I'll see him down in hell
I thought I was going to heaven
Now it's very hard to tell

Chorus:
I hold these views but I get no respect
Theo says that's not theologically correct

My grandmother's up there waiting
She spoke to me one night
She said "there are millions of us praying
that you will be alright."

(chorus)

Jesus spoke to me only once
audibly for sure
When I was down on my luck,
He offered me the cure
He said "This trial is over"
I haven't heard that voice since then
We both agree I'm a sinner,
and what happens in the end

(chorus)

I had a quarter in my pocket
I pumped way too much gas
and like those bread and fishies
my little quarter turned to cash

(chorus)

I said that God's a mystery
so much that's hard to tell
Theo said I wasn't going to heaven
then I'll see him down in hell

(chorus)

I hold these views but I get no respect
I guess that we just don't philosophically connect
aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh...


Low Crawls & High Times
Words and Music by Terry Taylor

Blood, frogs, and feces (Won't somebody talk to me)
Red necks and weak knees (Won't somebody talk to me)
Hemorrhoids and heartburn (Won't somebody talk to me)
Space cadets and earth worms (Won't somebody talk to me)

Chorus:
Love and understanding, right now
Every freak demanding, right now
Whining and commanding, right now
right now, right now...

Low crawls and high times (Won't somebody talk to me)
Skin heads and sex lines (Won't somebody talk to me)
Face lifts and action drinks (Won't somebody talk to me)
Spoiled sports and missing links (Won't somebody talk to me)

(chorus)

The Word becomes the flesh
My life becomes your death
But you'll be coming 'round the mountain soon

Cash cows and lucky dogs
Love birds and high hogs
Motor mouths and pip squeaks
Big shots and hood winks

(chorus)

Salvation at the gift shop
God is jumping at the I.H.O.P.
There's good news at eleven
Instant tea and instant heaven

(chorus)

Bad stands in good standing, right now
Here's to happy landings, right now
right now, right now...


Bakersfield
Words and Music by Terry Taylor

I won't go back to Bakersfield
My friend died there, I loved him too much
Incompetence, tubes and wires
Indifference, fools and liars
Aggravate, regulate, resuscitate
suffocated him

While Scully danced over the airwaves
Scully danced over the airwaves

I won't go back to Bakersfield
My friend died there, I loved him too much
Wrinkled young men are shuffling along like
dirty grey ghosts wearing fitted soiled sheets
on a wet mirage street
looking for green gangrenous feet
that will lead them to liquor stores
or unemployment offices
grunt work and whores
or unenjoyment offices
In the morning they gurgle out of
spoiled rancid visions and cabbage pods

They have one mission only
because their kind are lonely
cross the border, take us over, make us over
rake us over the coals

While Scully surfs over the heatwaves
Scully skips over the new graves

Crusty skinned phantoms
pocked-marked and drifting
like the shifting pallid sand here
beneath their tendrils
These down-payment dreamers
of small flat-roofed houses
and harsh vacant lots full of milkweed
and dust
stinkbugs and rust
animal excrement
and murder evidence
They built an air conditioned mall there
against sand paper winds blowing out of the west
famous for their coffee and mudpie
flamingoes pink, and pinkeye,
Merle Haggard, corn dog batter, shoots and ladders
all in tatters now

While Scully hangs over the freeways
Scully's ignoring the new age

I won't go back to Bakersfield
My friend died there, I loved him too much
See the nomads wandering in the desert moonlight
the Chosen Ones moving like
great ancient turtles
They're going in circles
with their holy referrals
eating manna from Wendy's
and God is with them
but I won't be there
God is with them
but I won't be there
though it's the same as any other place,
there's too much smog around my face
and I won't cry there
no I won't die there

While Scully danced over the airwaves....


Out in the Cold
Words and Music by Terry Taylor

We were fumbling for words
on that strange desperate night
My brain turned to sand
when your hair caught the light
I laughed so hard
a little too much
Then we dropped off the edge
with only a touch

Chorus:
Now I am out in the cold without you
Now I am out in the cold without you, without you

I was under some spell
and I'm hung over now
on these treacherous curves
where I lost you somehow
Was it a dream?
Was I such a fool?
I was your saint,
so bitter, so cruel

(chorus)
(and I'm looking for some grace to pull me through)

No, I won't go back to
that false promise land
where I was nailed to the sky
and you got blood on your hands
but I love you still
if that's what it is
I'm left with the chill
from the last dying kiss

(chorus)
and I'm looking for some grace to pull me through
'cos I am out in the cold without you...


The Bubble Bursts
Words and Music by Terry Taylor

I'm not quite as bad as you think I am
Not quite as good as you might have planned
I let you down and I'll do it again

horus:
I'll burst your bubble
I'll burst your bubble
I'll burst your bubble
that thin membrane's
in lots of trouble

I value all the words you don't want to hear
Conceal every doubt that you've learned to fear
Your heroes are just human and this much is clear

(chorus)

Come early, take a number and then stand in line
where I'll wrap each disappointment in a warning sign
No there'll be no big surprises when I'm in decline

(chorus)

When you say your prayers
please include my name
if my humanity
causes you some pain
Hoping for the best
and I will do the same
So hold up my heart
if I twist your brain

(chorus)


Pete and Repeat
Words and Music by Terry Taylor

Foul foul mouths, music in the ears
of a foul foul house
oiling up the gears
that push the razor blade walls
Foul foul wounds, festering little cracks
in these foul foul rooms
lashes on our backs
from the razor blade walls

"Yes, we have learned your little secret
All are concerned with your little secret
trust we have earned your little secret
More ears to burn with your little secret"

Foul foul stench reeking in the works
of a foul foul wrench
twists the killahurts
on the razor blade wall
Foul foul hands, dirty digits grasp
at the foul foul plans that
formulates the gas
to run the razor blade walls

Chorus:
Pete and Repeat what did you hear?
a heart exposed will sharpen your spear
the hoi poloi can't help but fear
to doubt you
Pete and Repeat, dominoes fall
when you become the fly on the wall
They won't run 'till they've learned to crawl
about you

Foul foul hearts, warming to the fire
in a foul foul hearth
stoking our desire
for the razor blade wall
Foul foul spies, innocence defiled
by those foul foul lies
that lead another child
to the razor blade walls

"Yes, we have learned your little secret
All are concerned with your little secret
trust we have earned your little secret
More ears to burn with your little secret"

(chorus)

Pete and Repeat's superior race
put us in our inferior place
Aim your rockets and lay to waste
insurrection
Pete and Repeat, you know what is best
You spill the blood and clean up the mess
and on the seventh day you rest
your perfection

(chorus)

"You may join our little movement
all we ask is honesty
Our concern is your improvement
let's review your history..."


Constance of the Universe
Words and Music by Terry Taylor

See that kid, give him some toys
See those girls, gotta given 'em some boys
See those feet, give 'em some shoes
See that drunk, gotta give him some booze

Chorus:
Says Constance of the Universe
She's unique in all the earth
We will hope for all we're worth
to be the center of her great expanding girth

See that bum, give him some cash
See that dope, gotta give him a stash
See that soul, give him the Word
See that jerk, gotta give him the bird

(chorus)

See the rock band, give em a deal
See those legs, go on give 'em a feel
Now, see that gun, give it a try
See that truth, gotta give it a lie

(chorus)

It's her time now
Constance needs to breed
See her shine now
tell her what you need


I'll Get Over It
Words and Music by Terry Taylor

What I'm thinkin'
I've been shaken up
It's a secret
I've been taken up

Chorus:
Yeah, but I'll get over it
I'm getting over it now
I'll get over it
I'm getting over it now

My complacence
I feel it breakin' down
and my abasement
it nails me to the ground

But I'll get better
Take my medicine
of things familiar
the things I understand

(chorus)

Yeah, but I'll get over it
I'm getting over it now
I'll get over it
I'm getting over it now

Lights out here in my room
I know you're out there
Yeah, I know you're out there

Were you peeking
above my window sill
'cos my safekeeping
was slapped against your will

(chorus)

Yeah, but I'll get over it
I'm getting over it now
I'll get over it
I'm getting over it now

Lights out here in my room
I know you're out there
Yeah, I know you're out there

I'm re-thinking
what I've come to doubt (about you)
It's a new game
You've turned it inside out

I could breathe it
I could live again
I could feed it
It might never end

(chorus)


She's Working Here
Words and Music by Terry Taylor

He gets sidetracked (hungry for her love)
Makes a wisecrack (all about her love)
Wants a payback (hoping for her love)
She's fair game 'cos...

Chorus:
She's working here
She's damn lucky to be on the payroll
She's working here
Those good ol' boys say
she's a little flirt
a dirty joke, a little feel
It's all in fun, no one
is getting hurt
No, it's not for real, yeah
Uh, yeah

He gets heartsick (desperate for her love)
Just a dimwit (groping for her love)
He can't end it (obsessed about her love)
Easy prey 'cos....

Chorus:
She's working here
She's damn lucky to be on the payroll
She's working here
God knows she can't afford the luxury
of staying home to raise the kids
Small price to pay for her security
How long can she resist?, yeah
Uh, yeah

He's a lost soul (starving for some love)
In a sinkhole (pathetic without love)
Blind to the beautiful (the miracle of love)
and blessed 'cos...

Chorus:
She's working here
She's moving underneath a rainbow
She's working here
She's strong enough to make the walls fall down
She's smart enough to change the world
She's wise enough to walk on holy ground
touched by heaven
She's working here
She's moving underneath a rainbow
She's moving here, she's working underneath a rainbow


Stone Away
Words and Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler, and Ed McTaggart

Just as I was leaving
Just as I stopped feeling
Just as I was dying
and every word denying
I felt the wound
saw the empty room,
'cos you had flown away

and just when I was sleeping
and just as I stopped breathing
and just when I'd grown colder
and thought that it was over
felt kingdom come
blood on my tongue
rolls the stone away

Chorus:
Now you fall like a shadow I cannot touch
And faith itself is half the battle, I don't have much
(roll the stone away, roll the stone away)

Just as worlds were ending
and just when I was winning
and just as the door was closing
and just as my hand was folding
the whole earth shakes
the stronghold breaks
so you can fly away

(chorus)

Well, it's good to know
you own my soul
and you have flown away
So how can I deny you
when I've walked beside you
Well I'm just a coward crawling
and I am an angel falling
Oh carry me
and bury me
then roll the stone away

(chorus)


All songs © 1994 Twitchen Vibes/B-1 Music/ Chenka-Chenka Music/ Word Music
References and commentary by J. Brandon Barnes.
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