The Trumpet Child

We'd wake the dead With voices in our head We've gotten used to ignoring the truth We close our eyes And breathe and eat the lies That tell us we're so much better than you Silence is loud Humility is so proud Nothing is innocent now All the king's m

Trouble If you came to make some trouble Better make it good Your sexy cocktail hour stubble Is doing what it should Looks may be sweet and subtle I think it's trouble honey I think it's good If you came to make trouble Make me a double honey I think

Black flamenco shoes Dahlias in my hair Garters on my stockings The sidewalk bends to stare Im on a roll, oh Im on a roll, oh, oh, oh Ambition may be blind And diamonds come from coal You provide the rhythm, babe And Ill provide the soul Im on a roll

Don't Wait For Tom Over The Rhine the trumpet child by Audrey Yang He's got the hands of a blind piano player He's got a feel for the dark like a soothsayer He takes a little bow and tips his fedora Shouts like he's gonna save Sodom and Gomorrah Work

I don't wanna waste your time With music you don't need Why should I autograph the book That you won't even read I got a different scar for every song And blood left still to bleed But I don't wanna waste your time With music you don't need I don't w

If A Song Could Be President If a song could be president We'd hum on Election Day The gospel choir would start to sway And we'd all have a part to play The first lady would free her hips Pull a microphone to her lips Break our hearts with Rhythm and