Jerry Joseph & Jackmormons Cherry – Terminus Records – 2004 Pogues Weather, Cloud Eyes, The Jacob Ladder, Revolution, Dig My Hole, And The Gold Of Their Bodies , Friendly Fire, Postcards, Bears That Dance, Golden American, Syracuse

Pogues Weather

Jerry Joseph – Vocals, Guitar

Something less than brilliant

Luckily they’re grading on the curve

A life thought most resilient sabotaged by chronic lack of nerve

Lack of nerve

You should know better than to bet the farm on one suggested horse

It’s all out of your hands, so take your seat and watch it run its course

Run its course

Baby it’s Pogues weather again, it blows in from the west

And I’m afraid that I’m not man enough to take the test

To face it down, determination’s fled

From Pogues weather again

Communication’s on the blink

I fear I’ve let you down

The guns, the sex, the kitchen sink

Pack it all, get out of town

Out of town

The drum from Panama

It’s beautiful, but always drops the beat

And you could bang your fingers raw announcing our retreat

Our retreat

Baby it’s Pogues weather again, I should buy some warmer clothes

‘Cause I’m afraid I’m not the man, the man you think you know

I’m scared and running, scared and running from the cold

It’s summer in the book I’m reading

It’s summer in Siam

But that’s not where you are and that’s not where I am

I’m scared and running, I’m scared and running

Let me lie my face down in the warmer sand

It’s Pogues weather again, it’s bitter and cruel

It’s Pogues weather again, I’m still a failure to you baby

It’s Pogues weather again

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Cloud Eyes

Jerry Joseph – Vocals, Guitar

Fan is blowing hurricanes around the room

The heat and dust and rivers of your scent

The morning sun is clocking in a-hundred and two

The spinning blades can barely make a dent

But hard to see the coolness in your emerald eyes from here

So I lay hot and listless ‘til you choose to reappear

I should try to focus on a clear blue sky

But my vision ends up getting pretty torn

And I’m reeling in the chills and I don’t know why

My head is full of thunder from the storm

But hard to see your beauty with cloud eyes anyway

Well come back to me baby, you can blow the clouds away

Hold onto me baby, hell you might get burned

You will never know unless you try

Or pleasantly surprised by what you’ve learned

With cloud eyes

Well honesty ain’t all that it’s cracked up to be

Lots of things that I don’t want to know

Clarity of conscious really frightens me

I don’t think I really want to grow

But when I’m looking deeply in your emerald eyes there’s light

Well come back to me baby, I might get some sleep tonight

Hold onto me baby, hell you might get hurt

That’s what everybody says

But love just isn’t love without some clouds and dirt

And I think we can make it anyway

Hold on to me baby, hell you might get burned

You will never know unless you try

Together we can still see a beautiful world

With cloud eyes

Together we can still see a beautiful world

With cloud eyes

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The Jacob Ladder

Jerry Joseph – Vocals, Guitar, Percussion

Thai Fancher – Percussion

Wire, got a wire to my heart

Fire, got a fire in my heart

Baby’s out howling at the UFOs

One day they might beam her into space

She’s out there in the desert taking off her clothes

Spinning ‘til she’s gone without a trace

Come here little honey, I’d love to paint your eyes

Just don’t wake me for the rapture, ‘cause you know I hate goodbyes

With a million good excuses but none of them will matter

Gonna climb

Up the Jacob Ladder

Whip, whip this aging mule

Whip, whip this aging mule

Baby she sees Jacob in the glass in Switzerland

So she scaling up the ramparts to offer him a hand

I’ll throw you out some whiskey; you’ll throw me down a line

You’ll pull me up this ladder, one rung at a time

Jacob says hey baby, what about your brother Cain

‘Cause he’s angry and delusional with water on the brain

Well they threw him from the garden, ‘cause he’s meaner than a hatter

Long fall

From the Jacob Ladder

From the Jacob Ladder

Bind, won’t you bind my shaking hand

Bind, bind my shaking hand

Baby’s out shooting up the holy land

Running with the troubled sons of Abraham

Lord knows I love her but I’ve got to let her run

So I watch her from a distance ‘til she’s got her killing done

Come here little darling, it’s time to show the sword

‘Cause out here in the desert you can hear the lions roar

And now that you and Jacob, in your service of the Lord

Throw down your golden idols watch them shatter

Your lost tribes of Israel watch them scream and scatter

Gonna climb

Up the Jacob Ladder

Come here little honey, I’d love to kiss your eyes

You can wake me for the rapture, ‘cause I’m not afraid to die

They can crucify you baby but it really will not matter

‘Cause we’ll climb up the Jacob Ladder

Up the Jacob Ladder

Up the Jacob Ladder

Up the Jacob Ladder

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Revolution

Jerry Joseph – Vocals, Guitar

Chae Fancher – Vocals

How many stones ‘til you hit the crows

How many barks ‘til you hit the moon

Is it your love of the woman

Or is it your love of the constellation

How many times can you shake your head

How many times can you paint it blue

Is it your love of the hurricane

Or do you wish that they named it after you

How high

How high

How high to the constellation

How many times can they pull your string

How many calls through the Dixie cup

Clearly a lack of communication

Houston I think we got a problem

How high

How high

How high to the constellation

You got the power, love and devotion

Where there’s a will, there’s a way

Circles on circles, perpetual motion

Revolution, revolution

How many times can we hit the skids

How many times can they count it down

Once every minute, once in a lifetime

Reach for your pistol or reach for the stars baby

How high

How high

How high to the constellation

Revolution

How high

How high

How high to the constellation

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Dig My Hole

Jerry Joseph – Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica

You grab your magic lantern baby

And head out to the woods

You grab your magic lantern

You head out to the woods

Bring your spade and shovel

‘Cause some digging’ll do you good

Now what’s that you’ve been fixing

Tongue and cheek and head

And what’s that you’ve been fixing baby

Tongue and cheek and head

Lick the gravy off your fingers, ‘cause were running out of lead

Dig my hole, baby dig my hole

Well your daddy always told you

Gotta keep your powder dry

Your daddy always told you

You gotta keep your powder dry

Now you listen to your daddy

‘Cause your daddy would never lie

And you bring your Mexican blanket

Just like you’ve been told

And you bring your Mexican blanket baby

Just like you’ve been told

Because once the sun surrenders

Well these woods start getting cold

Dig my hole, dig my hole

With lavender and lilac baby

Your trusty burning sage

I got your thread and needle baby

And your burning bible page

To soothe the raging devil

That’s been rattling your cage

You kiss me pretty baby

Put the copper on my eyes

And you kiss me pretty baby

Put the copper on my eyes

And you tell me you forgive me

Baby I know you lied

Dig my hole, baby dig my hole

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And the Gold of Their Bodies

Jerry Joseph – Vocals, Guitar

And the gold of their bodies, and the gold of their bodies

Will always shine, will always shine

And the gold of their bodies, and the gold of their bodies

Transcending time, transcending time

From a distance it seems that they’re waving

But I fear that they are beyond saving

And as the light of heaven sets surrounding

They’re not really waving, they are drowning

And the gold of their bodies, and the gold of their bodies

Reflecting light, reflecting light

And the gold of their bodies, and the gold of their bodies

They shimmer in white, they shimmer in white

It appears they’re happy and behaving

Their eyes reveal a longing and a craving

Of dreams where hand in hand they both are flying

But they’re not really laughing, they are crying

And the gold of their bodies, and the gold of their bodies

Like tears of pearls, like tears of pearls

And the gold of their bodies, and the gold of their bodies

From a golden world, in a golden world

Children’s joy and lunatics still raving

We behold the silent grace amazing

And as the light of heaven set surrounding

Hark the herald angel trumpets sounding

They’re not really waving

No, they’re not really waving

No, they’re not really waving

They are drowning

They are drowning

And the gold of their bodies

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Friendly Fire

Jerry Joseph – Vocals, Guitar

Thai Fancher – Vocals

Hey friendly

Hey friendly

Hey friendly fire

I can see your laser guided

I can see you taking aim

Accuracy and accusations

But nobody to take the blame

Hey friendly

Hey friendly

And I can see the missile tracers

Guided by the satellites

The Ministry of Information

Hope they got the target right

Hey friendly

Hey friendly

Hey friendly fire

I understand we love each other

Realize it’s got to hurt

Who’re you gonna bleed for baby

What do you think your life is worth

Hey friendly

Hey friendly

Hey friendly fire

Father against mother

Sister against brother

Lover against lover

Everybody run for cover

Hey friendly

Hey friendly

Hey friendly fire

It’s just like the blind leading the blind

Welcoming peace as an option, putting your love before caution

Trouble behind, presence of mind

Higher and higher and higher, we come under friendly fire

Hey friendly

Hey friendly

Hey friendly fire

I wonder how we got here baby

I can’t believe we pulled the pin

I’m talking about a world gone crazy

Looking at the shape we’re in

Father against mother

Sister against brother

Lover against lover

Everybody run for cover

Hey friendly

Hey friendly

Hey friendly fire

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Postcards

Jerry Joseph – Vocals, Guitar

Dave Schools – Bass

Burned out like the tip of your cognac dipped cigar

Plotting a path that can only be measured in stars

You head for a place that is safe, it just ain’t around here

Time’s running out for a taste of the ones you hold dear

Well I’ll refrain from a chorus of tearful goodbyes

‘Cause what some see as pain, I see as light in your eyes

Well I won’t pretend you’re not facing an end I don’t fear

Still I might get choked up or silent, driven to tears

But I’d sure love a glimpse of the faces and voices you’ll hear

Of the voices you’ll hear

Well tell all the ones that I love that I’m doing okay

And I’ll see them sooner than later, one of these days

And I’d tell them myself but today I can’t travel that far

So I’m sending you off with some hastily scribbled postcards

Postcards

Down on my knees I try to believe when I pray

That you’re answering me by helping me get through the day

And I dial and I dial but the numbers I have are all wrong

Still over millions of miles I’m still getting a sense you belong

And though I can’t understand, on this point I think we’ll both agree

That those left behind can see through their tears that you’re free

So send out a round of embraces and kisses for me

Hand out a postcard to all of my friends that you see

‘Cause I know they’re saving a place at the table for me

At the table for me

Well tell all the ones that I love that I’m doing okay

And I’ll see them sooner than later, one of these days

As you pass through the flames with your arms wrapped around your guitar

Well the cool thing about heaven is they’ll take you just the way that you are

The way that you are

Well tell all the ones that I love that I’m doing okay

And I’ll see them sooner than later some other day

And I’d tell them myself but today I can’t travel that far

So I’m sending you out with some hastily scribbled postcards

Postcards

Postcards

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Bears That Dance

Jerry Joseph – Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica

Here at the bar, sitting alone, making a list of why he’s cool

Nobody asks, he keeps to his own until he falls right off his stool

He’s never been confident with strangers

I doubt he’ll find his courage now

Maybe he will, maybe he won’t

There’s bears that dance and bears that don’t

Here on the beach she sits by herself wishing that you were with her now

She’s learned to run, keep out of reach, praying you’ll work it out some how

You’ve never been honest with each other

And I doubt you’ll find your courage now

Maybe you will, maybe you won’t

There’s bears that dance and bears that don’t

And all your life, you been riding along your blood meridian

Like the judge and the ladies dancing, we devour up our friends

Maybe we do and maybe we don’t

There’s bears that dance and bears that won’t

Here in the world we travel alone and everyone stares into their drinks

Beautiful girls, men on their own, nobody saying what they think

I’ve never been brave enough to ask them

And I doubt I’ll find my courage now

Maybe I will, maybe I won’t

There’s bears that dance and bears that don’t

I never really told you how much I love you

And I doubt I’ll find my courage now

Maybe I will maybe I won’t

There’s bears that dance and bears that don’t

There’s bears that dance and bears that don’t

Bears that dance and bears that don’t

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Golden American

Jerry Joseph – Vocals, Guitar

I can’t make change for your pink twenties baby

The buck stops here, right, that’s what you said

And I hold you tight and I can feel you coming

The cage is spinning but the hamster’s dead

But you’re looking better all the time

With an empty grin and an empty mind

And I’m okay with everything you say to me baby

And I fly in circles and I flap my arms

Like the rest of the pigeons in the Notre Dame

And I hold my fire lest I get it wrong

‘Til somebody tells me what side I’m on

But you’re looking smarter all the time

Baby medicine for my angry mind

And I’m okay with everything you say

Are you my golden American

And I’m beyond caring what state you’re in

Who you sleep with or call as friends

You’re my golden American

And I’m okay; you wave your pride that way

And I’m okay; you raise your flag that way

And I’m okay; you shake your ass that way child

You split me open like a melon rind

You scrape me clean, make your home inside

And all my pride I shall, abdicate I shall

Wash your kitty child and lick your plates

But I like you better when you’re in control

Baby eat my body, baby eat my soul

And I’m okay with everything you say

Are you my golden American

Your vacancy sign still reels me in

Low maintenance is how I choose my friends

You’re my golden American

Are you my golden American

My television, my let’s pretend

My good guys get the girl in the end

You’re my golden American

You’re my golden American

You’re my golden American

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Syracuse

Jerry Joseph – Vocals, Guitar

Well you proved that you could do it

Guess they didn’t have the faith

A bit surprised that you got through it

But now they’ve given up the chase

And just how far can you go

And just how fast can you run

Well I suppose you’ll let them know

When you got your running done

So you left your angel wings

And they kept your innocence

Just like every other spring

When you went over the fence

And you dearly miss your family

And they were praying everyday

That you’d come back to your senses

And somehow they can make you stay

They grab your legs, grab your eyes

They’d do anything to keep you baby

Well somewhere there’s a girl

And they say she’s got your eyes

They may never gaze upon you

But you know bloodlines never lie

And if she ever gets the pictures

Or the letters meant for her

Well maybe she’ll forgive you

But you really can’t be sure

She’s got your legs; she’s got your eyes

She’d do anything to meet you baby

But you fight it on your own

You swim against the tide that’s always pulling you

Back home to Syracuse

And you send your mama flowers

On every Mother’s Day

Or maybe on her birthday

Or the day she passed away

And now you’re decades apart

But she’s not going anywhere

And you know deep down in your heart

That one day you’ll join her there

You’ve got her legs; you’ve got her eyes

She’d do anything to see you happy

But you fight it on your own

You swim against the tide that’s always pulling you

And you feel it in your bones

You see it with your eyes, your struggle to get loose

From your home in Syracuse

Well it seems summer’s ending

And it gets shorter every year

And a cold October’s waiting

To remind you of the tears

Now you’re here with me

But you say you’re still alone

There lots of things I’d love to be for you baby, but I could never be your home

Hold my hand or hold my eyes

I’d do anything to make you happy

But you fight it on your own

You swim against a tide that’s always pulling you

And I feel it in your bones

I can see it in your eyes, your struggle to get loose

You’re going home one day to Syracuse

You’re going home, it’s okay, it’s Syracuse