Don't cry, Little Joey, don't cry, just look up at the sky, Brother Jim is up there now, he's circling the sun, he's become the one, he's gathering speed and light and energy and one day he'll take a different trajectory, he'll come back to us. In a ball of flame he'll reenter the atmosphere like a runaway John Deere and he'll be free he'll be free he'll be exactly what he wanted to be and he'll crash into the Sahara or the Talladega or New York and a blanket of fire will swallow the earth and it'll be rebirth.
You gotta get outta here, Ruben. Fare thee well my brother I'll take care of your mother. Never change, Ruben, never get old, never die. You'll always be a firecracker at night, you'll always be a firecracker, my brother.
Emergency Room, Friday night
Doors open to the flat white light
Wheels roll and the latches click
And the tubes are gasping and the monitors tick
And the mother’s son is beathing slow
And the latches click and the wheels roll
The lights blink, the tubes hiss
They cut the drip mama gives him a kiss
And the standoff ends where the body lies
The nurses do the business and his mama only cries
They wipe the dirt off his empty face
Mama wants a minute but the doctor needs the space
Tell his baby
Tell his baby
This day was a killer
See the Lion
Look at the lion
There in the corner
Look at the lion
He’s up on the roof
Look at the lion
See the lion
Fall on your knees
In the flight of the birds
In the medical records
See the lion
Prowling the alley
Look at the lion
See the lion
Instruments: Lon Rivers
Mixed by Will Timbers
Written by: Jeff Takacs