Flowers on the Weekend
©1975 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Where Blue Meets Blue.
The voices of the dead flew back and forth across the face of the wind
The castle door flew open, we could see a fire burning within
Into the courtyard sprang a maniac, he said "I've waited long enough, God knows"
But he was no pagan sinner, by the time he burned to ashes he was froze
Face up, face down, across the street and through the town
Gone to get the goods, to get laid open in the woods
I'm going up the mountain to rub faces with the sky
Sunshine slashed across the lawn, I'll be going I'll be gone
Before we have the sense to say goodbye
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry, for all of my sins
I'm sorry for standing in the way of the wind
Oh, help me, oh help me, in no special way
I've got nothing to show, I've got nothing to say
"What a beautiful wound," said the woman in green,
I was on edge, she was in between
She was trying to kill me, with the heel of her shoe
But I'm a competent driver, with oysters to chew
Cockles and mussles, down by the seashore
Naked faced liars and bottled up whores
And peacocks for dinner, and lice for dessert
Don't try and save time or you'll only get hurt
Like a priest in a mask, like a monster jerking off
I feel like a diamond, like Raskolnikov
He was a hero and I was a louse
The crooks left the jewelry but ripped off the house
I'm close to genius, close to a storm
Closer to God than I am to a worm
With his hand in my food, his feet in my hair
I'm diving for pearls and I'm begging for air
I'm begging for love, and for quiet and rest
With my face in my wallet and my fist in your chest
The magnets are moving from Asia to Greece
I'm begging for love and I'm fighting for peace
They're putting on a play in the castle today
The hero is a villain and the villain is clay
Have a sprig of parsley, throw the heroin away
Have a sprig of parsley, throw the heroin away
Market on cabbage, market on stocks
Market on tourist traps, market on clocks
Stabbed to death on Halloween, Jesus was a Jew
The cross is spitting poison, getting closer to you
Flowers on the weekend, bluegrass in between
Sharpen up your axes, make 'em cry, make 'em scream
We'll chop down the castle walls and leave 'em in the moat
With a song of heaven just a-rippin' out our throats
And you don't have to say nothing, I know you by heart
I been pushed, I been pulled, like a loose shopping cart
Ha ha and ho ho, the freeloader's called time
Come and confess, let us laugh at your crime
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry, for all of my sins
I'm sorry for standing in the way of the wind
Oh, help me, oh help me, in no special way
I've got nothing to show, I've got nothing to say