Lyrics beginning with the letter “C”

Candy from a Baby

Would you introduce me, please, as Mr. Aklei-i?
Would you kindly loan to me an extra suit and tie tie?
And a piece of wood to stop the quiver in my thigh thigh?
Then line up each man in a big line beneath the sky sky.

Good evening, ladies, I am Mr. Aklei!
Please note my mustache; please note I never cry.
Underline each word as though its coming from on high.
Understand that I am young;  I never die.

Don’t take candy from a baby, man, unless you want to cry.
Cry until the wheat fields roll into the sky.
It’s the sword you live by, that will be the sword you die.
Don’t take candy from a baby, man, unless you want to cry.

If you wish to be a man, please stand on just one knee knee.
Don’t appear to be many here that would choose to follow me me.
And yet I watch you ladies cry and plead for destiny-ny.
And then I watch you pass it by with fingers on one knee knee.

A man needs a sailboat when he needs to catch the wind.
He can’t turn and run when he feels sky against his skin.
Lady is a star; she’s invisible by day.
Looks small and silly, cause she’s just so far away.  Oh!

Don’t take candy from a baby, man, unless you want to cry.
Cry until the wheat fields roll into the sky.
It’s the sword you live by, that will be the sword you die.
Don’t take candy from a baby, man, unless you want to cry.

We could form an army now, if we could all agree-gree.
Not to fight each other, but the winds of gravity-ty.
We’d fight until the afternoon;  then we’d sit and drink drink.
Bobbing on our sailboats as the sky turns cool and pink pink.

Lady may still shine on us if we could all agree
Not to hook her body leave her bobbing in the sea.
Men may I propose that we clasp hands and agree-
If we break this vow may our blood pour out to the sea. Oh! Oh!

Don’t take candy from a baby, man, unless you want to cry.
Cry until the wheat fields roll into the sky.
It’s the sword you live by, that will be the sword you die.
Don’t take candy from a baby, man, unless you want to cry.

Child of God

We shared some wine upon a stony beggars bed
Underneath my overcoat I wore a shirt of lead
You touched me slowly with a flaming poker sword
You sang a song about a girl who bled to death on the floor.

A fire crashed in the distance and we trembled a refrain
A morning dove it died upon the shattered window pane
You were pierced by a shard of glass and your wine fell to the floor
Child of man, child of god, just wish you loved me more.

I wrapped a flag around you; it was white and crossed in red.
I laid you like a dead man on a stoney beggars bed
A woman came and lifted you and walked right out the door
Child of man, child of god, just wish you loved me more.

I retreated to dreams where I could make love like a child.
Wandered in cloud city where the streets ran blue and wild.
A white flag with a red cross flies from every door.
Any door I’d knock on, well you’d be behind that door.

I’ll finish off this bottle, then I’ll never drink no more.
On earth I’ll be a bargain, something bloody, something poor.
I just need some arms to rest in;  maybe that’s what heaven’s for.
Child of man, child of god, just wish you loved me more.

Do you think some tears, perhaps, could melt your heart again?
If I found your doorstep, do you think I could come in?
I’d send a dove to find you, but she‘s bleeding on the floor.
Child of man, child of god, just wish you loved me more.

Cinnamon House

Walking across Russia ain’t no walk in the park,
Swords in the sun, torches glow in the dark,
Cinnamon House holds a spark, keeps me going on and on.

Twenty-seven soldiers all dressed up just like me,
Each with white boots stretching up to their knee,
Red shirt, white X, gray pants, marching on and on.

Cradled in my hand I have a triangle pouch,
Some ginger and some cloves inside a cinnamon house,
When every man shrinks like a mouse I keep marching on and on

Decorated soldier in Napoleon’s war,
Trying to remember what I registered for,
Boots crunch down on an icicle floor walking on and on.

A soldier’s life it isn’t what I thought it would be,
It’s lonely and it’s cold and it’s big as the sea.
It’s blue as the sky and it just keeps stretching on and on.

Sometimes I retreat into my cinnamon house
I count out all my cloves and pull my ginger root out
I know some day I’ll walk away from this life, I’ll walk on and one.

Someday soon I know it’s going to come to an end
I’ll be sitting by the fire with a thousand new friends
Mulling hot wieners with a dozen new men shaking on and on

I signed up for the army just to travel around,
Hoping a new market for my spice could be found,
Hoping I could introduce my cinnamon house all around the world and on.

Friend let me take you into my cinnamon house,
Here the fire is burning and it never goes out,
Two men sitting with their dicks hanging out shaking on and on.

Cloves are really good for when you’re kissing a friend,
Gentlemen let ginger make you horny again,
A cinnamon stick through your heart keeps you pumping on and on.

Hello friends and welcome to my cinnamon house
The frozen soldiers marching through the tundra can lounge
The men on your left and the man on your right keep you shaking on and on.

Clothes

You tell me that your will to live is crashing to the ground,
You’re feeling like a jug of moonshine being passed around.
And you thought I could show you something lovely, something true.
I’m happy to oblige, if I can hide my flesh from you.
Lately I’ve been feeling like a soldier in my clothes,
Waiting by my telephone for news about a war,
Drumming on my fingers like a tiny set of drums,
I’m ready for some action, but my clothes is staying on.

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I wanna keep my clothes on like the way them soldiers do.
I wanna keep my clothes on like a child dressed up for school.
I wanna keep my clothes on like a monk or like a nun
How about, how about our clothes stay on?

I think its very meaningful that you want to know me,
But you don’t need to know to my age, my weight, my history.
I weigh one-hundred twenty five, my age is 21;
I have a history of keeping my clothes on.
Babe, what if you’re down because you’re squashing down the world?
What if you want less, babe, when you’re thinking you want more?
You’re asking me for two and so I’m gonna give you one.
I like the glow we have and I don’t wanna touch the sun.

Chorus

It don’t interest me to know about the kind of work you do,
It don’t interest me what you experienced in school.
I fall in love each time I see you coming in the room,
I assume you disappear each time you leave my view.
You ain’t gonna see me, friend, until you shut your eyes;
I’ll be flying like the moon inside the darkness of your eyes.
I’ll show you something beautiful, I’ll show you something true.
You’ll think you’re seeing me, friend, when you’re really seeing you.

Collection of Spades

My father he lives in a castle.
That castle will be passed down to me.
The blood that pools up in the turrets, my friend,
will be cut loose and tumble down free.

In three short years, I will own this town;
every man will look up to me.
What I’m offering you is a bargain, my friend,
a horse with a wobbly knee.

Kneel down in the checkered grass;
let me tie my heart to your knee…
and you will fall in love with me.

My father he has a collection of spades,
that collection will be passed down to me.
The servant boys that pester you now
will be shedding their blood at your feet.

In three short years, when I walk these streets,
every man will fall at my feet.
Their hearts will wave like flags, my friend;
their hearts will wave like palm leaves

Kneel down by my wooden throne;
let me tie my sight to your wooden dreams…
and you will fall in love with me.

My father acquired a new set of clothes;
they were visible only to me.
Were you there to attend the parade
where he was laughed to death in the streets?

In three short years, I will find a stone
invisible only to me.
Every man will desire this stone,
tripping like fools at my feet.

Kneel down by my bleeding heart;
we’ll splice the truth from the fantasy…
and you will fall in love with me.

Cool Hands

You found a shell upon the edge of the shore (hello, hello)
You found a button by the side of your door (although, although)
Night falls, the white walls turn to grey.

Cool hands, around your neck, why?
you were only wanting to change things.
Cool hands, around your neck, why?
You never wanted to live, you only wanted to die.

You left a flower in an old mason jar (they say, they say)
You left your keys upon the seat of your car ( bad day, bad day)
Nightclothes, the shadows rearrange.

Cool hands, around your neck, why?
you were only wanting to change things.
Cool hands, around your neck, why?
You never wanted to live, you only wanted to die.

You placed your necklace in a little blue pouch (good bye, good bye)
You placed your shoes beside the foot of your couch (don’t cry, don’t cry)
You’ll try, but hearts die every day.

Cool hands, around your neck, why?
you were only wanting to change things.
Cool hands, around your neck, why?
You never wanted to live, you only wanted to die.

Corn Man 

Mama who is this man
with his long yellow legs
He just stands in the corn
and he’s thin as a blade

in a tattered green shirt
and his eyes are so black
I just stand there and stare
but he never looks back, mama

Hush little baby come inside and away from the door
help me sweep us this floor, little baby
Hush now, there’s just no accounting for the things that we see,
stay inside here with me little baby,
aaaaaaa…. stay away from that man.

But even inside mama
I feel him in my bed
His hands in my clothes
and his thoughts in my head

And I clutch at my bible
but he doesn’t seem to care
he just scratches it softly
with a yellow fingernail & I

Jesus Christ baby, well some things are out of his reach
He just came here to teach, little baby now
Maybe your papa’s third cousin is the man that we seek
He’s just a mile to the east, little baby now
aaaaaaaaa… maybe Freddy’s our man.

But how could Fred help mama
he’s a very bad man
His own wife bears the black & blue marks of his hand
And he tortures his own horse with spikes on his heels
he killed Randy last week when he tripped in the fields & he

Hush little baby, now there’s some things we can’t understand
Yes, he’s a very bad man, little baby
But saints are no friend to us now, when it’s evil we face
They just don’t know its ways, little baby now, Ahahaha… baby Fred is our man.

So my mama fetched freddy, she handed him gold,
from a quilt and a horse that my grandmother sold
and he came to our field, with a bottle in his hand,
and he spat on the ground and collapsed on the land…

and we shook him and shook him, but he wouldn’t awake
so I ran to his field, tugged the sleeve of his slave
& his wife she was screaming and crying for him
but I never saw the long legged yellow man again

Corn man he stands in the field with his black eyes so wide
always turned to the side little baby now
Skinny & scratchy he waits
for his meal of the day
it was our turn to pay, little baby now,
aaaaaaaha don’t think of corn man.

Countrified

Unlock your broken door for me,
Lead me to your table for a broken cup of tea.
You’ve still got on your hunting shoes, and the
Melancholy aura of the Indiana dew

You say you buried her last night,
Your basset hound, Elizabeth, while the moon was slim and white.
Point through the window to her stone,
Point past the cupboard where one button sits alone.

I try to take it all in stride,
O but you, you are countrified.

I’m walking back towards my room,
Faces in the tree bark are now shifting into you.
The way you met me at your door,
The chair I sat in where nobody sat before.

Unlock the door into my room,
Lay me in my lonely chair and turn my mind to you.
You’ve never seen my room before.
It’s bright pink walls would frighten you,
There’d be too many shoes for you,
Stuffed unicorns and lipstick, too, and
Feathers on the floor.

I learn to take it all in stride.
O cause you, you are countrified.

Walking the long gray road that leads
To the grocery store, the mailbox, and a pond of scummy green.
Walk to the store but now they’re closed,
Walk to the scummy pond and toss a little stone,

Old man walks by me in his coat.
His scuffy shoes they call to me,
His long gray coat it calls to me,
His gray eyes smile politely as
He makes his way back home.

I learn to keep it all inside.
O but you, you are countrified.

Cranberry Harvest

cranberry harvest
blood red fields
with a rake in your hand
stick man upon the fields

and the sky is sky blue
with a cranberry sun
but you know the black
black is gonna come

but you didn’t mean to touch it
like a needle in the hay
you just sifted with your hands
but it pierced you right away

now your hands are dark and dirty
and the crimson starts to bead
cranberries have pierced your hands
until they bleed

but it’s clear the earth is endless
but it’s clear the sky is wide
but it’s clear your just a lonely stickman
whose gonna die

and your shoulders hunch so sadly
make the black birds cry
as you walk with two cranberry
buckets by your side

cranberry harvest
blood red fields
with a rake in your hand
stickman upon the fields

and the sky is sky blue
with a cranberry sun
but you know the black
black is gonna come

now you drag your feet so slowly
as you walk up to your door
that your soul isn’t sure
if he lives here anymore

and your shoulders tremble softly
make the black birds cry
as they peck at the cranberry
buckets by your side

cause the sun is dipping softly
cause the sky is full of light
cause you close your eyes and groan
dreading visions of the night

then you moan inside your stomach
then you push open your door
but your soul isn’t sure
if he lives here anymore

cranberry harvest
blood red fields
with a rake in your hand
stick man upon the fields

and the sky is sky blue
with a cranberry sun
but you know the black
black is gonna come

you get a fancy in your kitchen
though your hands are still in pain
so you start to make a cran cran
cranberry chain

as you pierce their ruby bellies
then you start to understand
that cranberries died
died for every man

walking over to your window
hanging up your ruby chain
gazing hard at the world
lying past your window pain

where the sun is dipping deeper
ruby ribbons fill the sky
dusting gold on the field
where your cranberries lie

then your heart begins its yearning
to grow lavender next year
cranberries have pierced your heart
until you feel

now the sunset fills your stomach
now you start to understand
that cranberries died
died for every man

cranberry harvest
blood red fields
with a rake in your hand
stick man upon the fields

and the sky is sky blue
with a cranberry sun
but you know the black
black is gonna come

Cream for You

It won’t come to nothing if you won’t rise.
Blue door, blue road, blue blue skies.
Hat hangs on a nail by the door,
Ain’t no one gonna wear it no more.
Sky shining on  the wood of the floor-
It won’t come to nothing if you won’t rise.

Sitting by the road wondering when you’re gonna come and get me.
Twenty-six years spent down in the pink nunnery.
Nun’s habit is worn like a cigarette;
I want you hard; do you think it’s what I’m gonna get?
My fingers curl round the lead of my rosary-
When when when when when are you coming for me?

I see your face like a ghost at the door;
Fake smile ain’t gonna cut it no more.
Blue blood is pooling down on the floor-
When I get back, it better not be there no more!

Could I cream for you?  Could I scream for you?
And if you loved me enough then could I dream for you?
Could we walk like lovers through the gates of heaven’s door?
Could I ride you up up till the stars crash you back on the floor?

I wanna ride you like a stick that floats on the sea.
I wanna ride you on the floor of the pink nunnery.
I wanna ride you up to heavens door;
I’ll make you rise from your bedroom floor…
I wanna ride you like a horse up to heaven’s door.
I’ll make you rise up up from your bedroom floor.

I’ll be your mermaid with a tail that’s one inch wide.
You be my seahorse with eyes that are round and wide.
Hidden treasure in the coral bed-
You can have it all if you take me to bed.
I wanna be your mermaid with a tail that is one inch wide-
But I can’t do nothing if you act like a seahorse and hide!

Wavy shadows that the sun doesn’t wash away,
Wavy nights that can flow right through the day,
It ain’t clear if I really matter anyway-
Nothing ain’t clear when I’m shattered like a star for you.

Could I cream for you?  Could I scream for you?
And if you loved me enough then could I dream for you?
Could we walk like lovers through the gates of heaven’s door?
Could I ride you up up till the stars crash you back on the floor?

Green man lying back in his bed like a stick.
Stars overhead but he’s just lying back like a stick.
Fingers curl on his cock like a cigarette;
I want you hard but it ain’t what I’m gonna get.
Stars overhead- they’re calling calling calling for me.
When when when when when are you coming for me?

I think it’s clear that I’m ready to go;
My knees are knocking by the side of the road.
One pink bag and one that’s blue
One little being that is freezing in the night for you…

Could I cream for you?  Could I scream for you?
And if you loved me enough then could I dream for you?
Could we walk like lovers through the gates of heaven’s door?
Could I ride you up up till the stars crash you back on the floor?

Cream Pot

Hand in the cream pot
with a silver spoon.
Times past remembered
in the month of June.

The fluid of time
Your face my mind

Dripping in milk
Framed by a black sky
Men walk on legs
I let them pass by.

One hand, pure white
Your moon, my kite

Fingers that slip
Slither into you
Wishing to touch
Wishing they knew you.

Hand of the mother
in an apron string.
Face of the clover
through a silver ring.

The slime of night
I fly, I might

Words made of smoke
changing forever
Tearing apart
Weaving together

One hand, one jar
To fill with stars…

Crumbles of Myrrh