If Life's Getting You Down...

... just be glad you don't have this kinda crap to deal with!

Down There By The Train
Tom Waits

There's a place I know where the train goes slow
Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb
There's a river by the trestle down by sinner's grove
Down where the willow and the dogwood grow

You can hear the whistle, you can hear the bell
From the halls of heaven to the gates of hell
And there's room for the forsaken if you're there on time
You'll be washed of all your sins and all of your crimes
If you're down there by the train

Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there where the train goes slow

There's a golden moon that shines up through the mist
And I know that your name can be on that list
There's no eye for an eye, there's no tooth for a tooth
I saw Judas Iscariot carrying John Wilkes Booth
He was down there by the train

If you've lost all your hope, if you've lost all your faith
I know you can be cared for and I know you can be safe
And all the shamefuls and all of the whores
And even the soldier who pierced the side of the Lord
Is down there by the train

Well, I've never asked forgiveness and I've never said a prayer
Never given of myself, never truly cared
I've left the ones who loved me and I'm still raising Cain
I've taken the low road and if you've done the same
Meet me down there by the train

Meet me down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there where the train goes slow

...
one love
one blood
one life
you've got to do what you should
one life
with each other
sister
brother
one life but we're not the same
we get to
carry each other
carry each other
one
...


One, U2

Waking From The Sliver Of A Dream (2001)

strangers in the park
downtown after dark
through the thick of the day
whispers

yens of many songs
woes of many shapes
all hanging from the drapes
in whispers

a man comes up to me
says salvations from the jews
i think i believe that
i've heard old zimmy's blues

some things are too deep
we search until we weep
till we're cryin out like sheep
in whispers
in whispers...

woke up from a dream
about what could have been
lost my mind listening
to whispers

on the streets of lafayette
you can come you can place your bets
on what you can and cannot get
with whispers

this heart is angry
hurt and lonesome too
stranded without mercy
and mad with love for you

some things are too clear
it's like cairo in your ear
some days you wish it all came to you
in whispers
in whispers...

guy comes up to me
says salvations from the jews
i think i believe that
i've heard old zimmy's blues

you're a stranger to me too
but i know who comforts you
with your drops of moonlight falling in whispers
sidle to him slow
and let this evening go
share all you are
in whispers
in whispers...

The Messenger (2000)

I'm not a prophet
I'm a word-writer
I'm not the prospect
I'm a word-writer
I'm not the promise
I'm a word-writer
I'm not the message
I'm just the messenger

I walk unseen
And whisper into your ear
For each broken dream
I shed a single tear
For each newborn stream
I raise a single cheer
As I was made to do
As I was made to do

I'm not a prophet
I'm a word-writer
I'm not the prospect
I'm a word-writer
I'm not the promise
I'm a word-writer
I'm not the message
I'm just the messenger

Conversations (2000)

Tell me about all of the things you'd thought you'd figured out
And learned a little later on what you'd been wrong about
I need to laugh bout something
I need to smile bout something
Thought I'd told you once before there is no fatal line
You use them right in combination they'll fit right in each time
You need to laugh bout something
You need to smile bout something

See the pieces of a story falling from their place
We'd catch them if we were only freed up from the race
Of a world that's been our cradle and our cell
Since before there was history to tell

Once there was a girl I knew with whom I fell in love
Strange how their smiles fit round your daydreams like a glove
I need to laugh bout something
Now I need to smile bout something

Tell me stories from your book, do not withhold your peace
Fill this empty heart with smoke and bid the daylight cease
Within a perfect brew of clouds and flames
Let's make up songs about old lover games

You know between the two of us
We don't think we know or need to know that much
And what is our main concern
Sunday 1 o'clock it's hey man what's for lunch
You go up to the mountains
To get frozen to the bone
I look up and curse the sun
Leaving us on our own

When it's late and I come home and you're too asleep to speak
I announce I'm giving in with a shuffle and a creak
I need to laugh bout something
I need to smile bout something