  photographed by hazydavey, jan.-feb. 1988.
© 1998 hazydavey (added 10-7-98). september moon she brought the rain but didn't wash our blues away traveling souls in a self-made cage and that old fancy for tomorrow's trains you think you're my woman but you ain't september moon says nothin new fill the earth with a broken voice the wind is gonna make me move up north the worse is gone and i'm left here with the bad feel the taste of booze deep in my guts dirty deeds with broken toys the day after i'm still livin on the edge may the music bring a little rest put another smile on a stranger's face may the streetlamp shine your way again may my words strike you the best may you find some peace in this guitar roll away your tears with a saxophone may the sound of drums give you some shock when you're wonderin how you got that far the worse is gone and i'm left here with the bad one more night honorably alone dirty deeds with broken toys the day after i'm still livin on the edge september moon she brought the rain a sudden song high in the sky standin in the hall of human grief i'm gonna pull it straight back this way again the worse is gone and i'm left here with the bad a runaway dream that won't forgive dirty deeds with broken toys the day after i'm still livin on the edge © 1998 hazydavey (revised 10-7-98.)
'bout a trip supposed to nowhere, like the name of a cyclone oh, this city's made our skins so white and thin it feels like every dream's been painted brown oh tonite i really wish that i could walk down to the lighthouse i'd love to breathe the mountains, the seagulls and the sea the wind, the wise, the left, the recollecting the mystery of a long forgotten spring friends they move to nowhere with paintings on their minds so many miles to dwell before the journey ends in a clear blue morning in the library of light marq is takin pictures of a shell sometimes i feel i'm holy, sometimes i feel i'm dread sometimes well, i'm just scared of what's in my head i know my mind is ramblin' 'tween the water and your dreams an angel's playin pinball with my thoughts upon the roof there's a huge, wonderful silence by my head and a star is fallin 'zactly round my neck now some things they're so big that almost nobody can see them you blow a horn that's frightening, 'specially at night it's so silly to say "sorry" to the silent it's so foolish to say "fill me" when you're gold friends they move to nowhere with paintings on their minds so many miles to dwell before the journey ends in a clear blue morning in the library of light marq is takin pictures of a shell everyone is beautiful and me, i'm feelin rich cause nothin is more precious than a grain of sand i'm gonna walk down to the lighthouse, turn my nightmares into sand keep you in my pocket thru the barren desolate land will you help me pay no toll, heaven or hell we'll sail the ocean with towels round our heads friends they move to nowhere with paintings on their minds so many miles to dwell before the journey ends in a clear blue morning in the library of light marq is takin pictures of a shell everyone is beautiful and me, i'm feelin rich cause nothin is more precious than a friend.
© 1998 hazydavey sometimes i feel my mother was a fox saving shining pearls from litter cans i found a blue guitar down in the yard i'll resurrect her dreams and tell 'em straight anaïs, i love you more than tears i love you like my twin i love you bad & blue i went out to the lawn of my young age i found two tears and sold them to the sky one was burning yellow, one was blind i took a breathe and i got ready for to rhyme anaïs, i love you more than words i love you like a thought i will love you when you're old the money in the drawer's gone so fast but there's bells on easter morn' an' i'm alive i'm thinking thoughts about the right to write the city's wet, my woman's sailed to sea anaïs, your child he looks like me i seen him in my dreams i seen him growing strong anaïs, i need you like this song i need you to be brave but i'm dyin' for you today © 1998 hazydavey "... townes van zandt - the gentle ghost to whom this song is dedicated ..." today i'm gonna play my last blues of hell street then walk proudly to the station with a beat a train is gonna take me to the place where i belong and while i ride i'll be writin you this song i met a gentle ghost down in hell street he told me "hang on, dave, for life it can be sweet" a black-haired angel came and smiled, now my heart is by her door and in hell street i won't hang out no more no more they'll tell me "boy, why don't you play something funny" no more i'm gonna play the fool for their crappy pocket money today i'm gonna stand up tall my goddess waits for me she has no fear to cut the moon in songs of liberty i learned to sing my fear out in hell street i walked for miles without nothing to eat playing rags, drinkin booze, i fell naked from the roof but now i'm runnin to my woman with no shoes cause i found a gypsy flower in hell street where broken sailors and lonely bitches meet all winterlong i looked for love, now i found a heart so true i'm ready for another kinda tune no more they'll tell me "hey, boy, why don't you play something funny" no more i'm gonna rock'n'roll for their crappy pocket money today i'm gonna stand up tall my goddess waits for me we'll have no fear to cut the moon in songs of liberty "hell street is not a street, it's a hiway." -- hazy 10-8-98 click here to read comments & feedback about davey's tapes.
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