samm bennett: some very new songs
	back around more than a stone's throw less than a light year you were already half long gone i was standing right about here now you've come back around but a chasm has opened in the earth our old favorite place was swallowed up i don't know what anything is worth i wrote you a letter on a leaf blowing in the wind you took your hammer & chisel and carved a reply in stone you took a bass drum mallet to a pile of violins while i played pizzicato on the slide trombone you put the script in the shredder and the poet in his grave even the silver toungued devil's at a loss for words and i'm trying to keep my eye on a single pair of wings in the swirling center of a flock of birds i took the phone to the 13th floor and tried to call in sick but a voice on the line said the boss was dead later i was told of his dying words it seems he whispered your name as he lay on his death bed now i look over my shoulder while i'm bouncing off the walls sleeping on the ceiling and falling up the stairs at all the places where our paths used to cross they've put up signs saying closed for repairs i've shivered & sweated & cried in the midnight hour seen the sun rise lonely seen it go down lonely too i used to pray to forget you then pray for your return and here we're face to face i can't tell who from who and now i see you're gettin that far away look in your teeth but you can put away yer maps and yer travellers guide there's nowhere left to go if we gotta go from here so let's just stay put and wait around for the next landslide
	tingle tangle mingle mangle slice up the lizard at midnight put it up under your bed give me some room to maneuver make gestures in your head pull off the honeybee's wings glue them to the edge of town mash up the crickets and the lemongrass bring another bottle down tingle tangle mingle mangle the wolverine is ticklish so keep your fingers on the badger's tail there's a card game going in the back room you could win yourself a bucket of snails put the caterpillar back on the abacus take the monkey off the astrolabe here's a bone from the tombs of the cappuchin monks throw it in the river babe tingle tangle mingle mangle i'll chew another leaf with the bullfrog while you think of something clever to say the raccoon's got a good mantra but the mosquito's gonna carry the day your butterfly might look pretty but you know you can't have no fun with it and there's a red ant stuck in the hourglass so let's sever the snake and be done with it tingle tangle mingle mangle
	somewhere between we'll play our cards close to the bone we'll skip the light fandango even if we don't know what it means with every step we take we'll draw a new line in the sand and as lightning strikes the same place twice we'll roll away the stone there's a simple truth that's mostly eluded us babe we spent too many years looking up when we should've been looking through there's a time and place for everything except the things there's no time or place for so let's draw the bow across the string and let the neighbors know it's time to celebrate the people were primed and the conditions were ripe for revolution but then an awkward silence descended on every dinner party in the world everybody went home and cast the same old vote as well as the first stone so the men on the hill could get back to the business of manufacturing the enemy when all is said and done there's still gonna be plenty to do and say we'll let the chips fall where we want just exactly where we want them to we'll arrive somewhere between total enlightenment and sugary sweet revenge and the children that we abandoned they'll support us in our old age
	toss another coin we've been on the verge for five thousand years at least we've established our dominion over every living thing with one exception that would be the inner beast we've left our homelands far behind now they're below the oceans deep we catch glimpses of the future but only in our sleep toss another coin toss another coin... we move in circles we move in zigzags or all too often in straight lines we commit all manner of misdemeanor when we're caught we usually pay the little fines we either try to save the whales or try to blow each other up all depending upon our current mood but after all these many million years of what's called evolution we're still just mostly sniffing around for food toss another coin toss another coin... there's a road leads out of here i suppose we'll travel on but there's that voice that voice keeps telling us we're already long long gone out of ignorance and fear we will surely fly when we grow wings we'll feast upon the precious stones that the mighty asteroid brings toss another coin toss another coin...
	all lyrics copyright Samm Bennett