Oct 3, 2011
Widespread Panic Free Somehow Lyrics
Widespread Panic - Free Somehow Lyrics
Free Somehow
Boom Boom Boom
Walk On The Flood
Angels On High
Three Candles
Tickle The Truth
Free Somehow
Flicker
Dark Day Program
Her Dance Needs No Body
Already Fried
Up All Night
all songs written by Widespread Panic except:
Boom Boom Boom (Widespread Panic / Jerry Joseph)
Dark Day Program (Widespread Panic / Jerry Joseph)
Flicker (Widespread Panic / Jerry Joseph)
Angels On High (Widespread Panic / Terry Manning)
Her Dance Needs No Body (Widespread Panic / Terry Manning)
copyright 2008
Boom Boom Boom
co-written by Jerry Joseph
with Everybody on backup vocals
Transcribed by: Alex Moura
Here we go - to the other side of the tracks
Maybe your best friend, don't think they're taking it back
No no no don't let 'em get in your head
Yeah you make a living try to hit one over the fence
Mmm change the focus don't have to make it make sense
Why baby why don't let it bother your head
My, oh my hope it wasn't something I said
Boom boom boom we've been shaken
Boom boom boom breaking the glass
Boom boom boom wait for a miracle
Boom Boom Boom
Hey let's keep it moving I think our covers been blown
I know we've got our troubles maybe we should let 'em alone
No no no really not as hard as they say
I hear it too - it's all just talk on the street
Waves in the parking lot - they all start taking the heat
No baby no - really not as hot as they say
Four winds blow get to mexico in a day
Boom boom boom Earth is shaken
Boom boom boom breaking the glass
Boom boom boom tiny miracles
Boom boom boom
Now here we go again running smooth on the tracks
Everybody's beautiful it's love that's on the attack
High baby high the other side of the bed
My oh my the dog's still gotta be fed
Boom boom boom I been shaken
Boom boom boom breaking the glass
Boom boom boom well it's a miracle
Boom boom boom
Walk On The Flood
Transcribed by: Alex Moura
They kill it in the comedy clubs
They're killing in the schools
Make a killing on Wall St.
Adjust the golden rule
Do unto others
It's surely what they'd do
Remember the memories
We were all once children too
Ashes ashes
All in the name of who
We say howdy neighbor
I love you Mom and Dad
But if you're a stranger
You must want something we have
I know you don't like me
Am I really that bad
Remember the schoolyard
There were no strangers in the sand
Fascist fascist
Let's see a show of hands
If we're all going to fly
We'll need a safe place to land
This is the picture I painted this morning
There are the colors memories forming
These are the pictures we painted together
We elected our leaders
So we've been told
Got no right to complain
We've bought what they sold
The slogan of the day is
Put peace on hold
Lennon would have us laughing
If we'd just let him grow old
Pacifist pacifist
Ain't we a sight to behold
Some people feel so much
We're making new drugs
Mister Rogers and Oprah
Other channels have blood
Trying and dying
Water and mud
Forgiving for the love
Take a walk on the flood
Forgiving for the love
And walk on the flood
This is the picture I painted this morning
These are the colors this was my warning
These are the pictures we painted together
This is the picture I painted this morning
These are the colors, memories are forming
These are the pictures we painted together
Angels On High
co-written by Terry Manning
with The Compass Point Horns
Jawara Adams on Trumpet & Flugelhorn
Tino Richardson on Saxophones
Terry Manning on Valve Trombone
Transcribed by: Alex Moura
Baby rubs her eyes, a far away sleep
Returning home, her soul to keep
If she cries before the morning wakes
Hold her close, she will not break
Angels on high
The children these days
Sing to their Mothers and Dads
With love and lullabies
Old man opens his eyes a darkened dream
Sees only color, begins to weep
The baby smiles, the earth awakes
Crystal promise will not forsake
Angels on high
The children these days
Look into their parent's eyes
With love and lullabies
That baby grows up, woman or man
Ever so since life began
Return to sender, come back again
Rainbow child cannot pretend
Angels on high
The babies born today
Cover the Earth
With love and lullabies
Three candles light the sea
All is quiet
Tiny distractions, the eastern sky
Fool me once fool me twice
Tonight,s touch of illusion
Something whispered against the wind
Words scatter
Sweet confusion blissful lunacy
Bits of wax, moon drops on the sea
Tonight
Three candles to light the sea
Come together rope, wood, and steel
Out of body outside of time
Driftwood dancers, splinters of the mind
Time began, still never seen
All together
At the edge ships become the waves
Candles honor, the stars in their flame
She complained you look different
You and I,m keeping my name
You,re not drinking the usual
I said it all tastes the same
She said you smell like L.A.
You, but check out my new frames
You know, these cool shades make you look bitchin'
She split from our table
Mumblin' remember to tip
I had a twenty in ready
But I said I might just skip
Some people act funny
When you're just tryin'4 to be hip
Spend a little time outside of the kitchen
Magnificent miles
Trying out my new walk
If people are watching
It's like stepping on chalk
The learning curves behind
Like a memory stalks
But in all it's an innocent mission
She rang late last night
Said that wasn't you was it
I said all colors of money
Are fit for deposit
Half naked right now
I've got soup in the closet
Sometimes with words I'm just fishin'
Should I come over
It sounds like you need me
I said that's funny
You sound like my TV
Just try this thing once
It'll make life so easy
Even puppies come under suspicion
My lover came knockin'
I opened the door
With an apple in my hand
She said, what's that core
It's the past and the future
But I shouldn't say more
It's just my radio hissin'
I know you too well
I know you're no villain
I said, don't look now
Because I'm ripping off Dylan
What you see is a little crusty
The real thing's the fillin'
The sound bit from a verbal beautician
All the jokers in the world
They're swarming like bees
Catch one to the head
Make you fall to your knees
Lenny Bruce was a prophet
In the 1960's
Two shows at tonight's inquisition
Driftin' in dreamland
Lost in the bed
The body's ups and down's
Are just food for the head
It's front page and french fries
Or the Funny
Pages instead
Tickle the truth into submission
Want to be free right now
Voices inside my head
Know I'll be free somehow
The quietest voices said
Staying awake a while
Old movies in black and bliss
Los and still found somehow
In a place like this
A place just like this
Little windows of fantasy
Her eyes tell what she sees
Step back from this world for now
Think that I'll be coming 'round
Think I should be coming 'round
I want to be free somehow
See the forest for the grass
Wonder through it all
Through the looking glass
Smile appears on the tree branch there
Take the Hatter's words in jest
Don't wake her up, she could be dreaming you
Just taking a little rest
A couple of moments rest
Kids remembering just to be
Make it up as they go
Stepping back from the mirrors and smoke
Think that I'll be coming round
Think I might be coming round
I guess that I'll be coming round
I want to be free somehow
Voice inside my head
Gonna be free right now
The quietest voices said
Settling in for a while
Something we'll never miss
Lost and still found somehow
What're you doing in a place like this
Nice girl in a place like this
Like she's watching a comedy
Laughing in her sleep
Drifting out of my body now
Don't think I'll be coming down
Don't think I'll be coming down
Don't think I'll be coming down
Rise rise, fly above your head
Cups are running over, voices out of breath
Time time time, time has come again
Part another red-eye sea
Talking it to death
Just because you mean it
Doesn't mean we've seen it
Call call call, ringing through the night
When we finally answer, will they get it right
Run, run, run it up the pole
Hard to say you hate 'em
Just doing what they're told
Just because you feel it
Doesn't mean its real
Not it's clear the air in here
Is dragging down the shine
As it grows thicker
Others say the magic's gone away
Look closer maybe you might see
The flicker
Talk talk talk - wagging of your tongue
Wishin' it was over, doesn't make it done
Cry baby cry, smash up all the chairs
Just because we're laughing, doesn't mean that we don't care
Just because you feel it
Doesn't mean we feel it
Now it's clear the air in here
Is dragging down the shine
As it grows thicker
Others say the magic's gone away
Look closer baby you will see
The flicker
The olden ways have had their day
The shine escapes the shadows
Moving quicker
Now it's clear the air in here
Shining from the light
Of a thousand flickers
Bye, bye, bye, thought you lost a friend
Maybe found the love you seek
Leaving in the end
co-written by Jerry Joseph
Dark day program, pen to page
Nothing's broken, show our age
Feed the flame, tears enrage
Wait till morning to face the day
Now we're toiling over
Thoughts and mixed emotions
Hard to really see
What's lying underneath
Like a roller coaster
Up and down just floating
Touch the grass and leaves
Faces in the trees
Kick 'em over, the darkened days
Tip 'em over, the darkened days
Door is open, light the way
Pain and passion from the rack
Smoking jacket gunny sack
Feed the flame, safest bet
They all know we're not done yet
All that we're expecting
What the heart's rejecting
Play the giving hand
Just a change of plans
Now our kings and castles
Don't seem worth the hassle
Recent precedent
Feigning innocence
Tip 'em over, the darkened days
Kick 'em over, the darkened days
Doors will open, light the way
Another day
Hold the heart out for all to see
Words were spoken, on our knees
Feed the flame, last to fade
The angels know just what you mean
Now we're turning older
Time has made us bolder
Love and tragedy
Easy now to see
All that we're deserting
Was it worth the hurt
See it in your eyes
Crystal blue as sky
Now they're over the darkened days
Cryin' over the darkened days
War is over light the way
Walk on our way
Go on our way
Kick 'em over - the darkened days
Tip 'em over, the darkened days
Sweeter memories, a place to stay
Light the way
Light the way
Returning home, her soul to keep
If she cries before the morning wakes
Hold her close, she will not break
Angels on high
The children these days
Sing to their Mothers and Dads
With love and lullabies
Old man opens his eyes a darkened dream
Sees only color, begins to weep
The baby smiles, the earth awakes
Crystal promise will not forsake
Angels on high
The children these days
Look into their parent's eyes
With love and lullabies
That baby grows up, woman or man
Ever so since life began
Return to sender, come back again
Rainbow child cannot pretend
Angels on high
The babies born today
Cover the Earth
With love and lullabies
Three Candles
with Everybody on backup vocals
Transcribed by: Alex Moura
Three candles light the sea
All is quiet
Tiny distractions, the eastern sky
Fool me once fool me twice
Tonight,s touch of illusion
Something whispered against the wind
Words scatter
Sweet confusion blissful lunacy
Bits of wax, moon drops on the sea
Tonight
Three candles to light the sea
Come together rope, wood, and steel
Out of body outside of time
Driftwood dancers, splinters of the mind
Time began, still never seen
All together
At the edge ships become the waves
Candles honor, the stars in their flame
Tickle The Truth
Transcribed by: Alex Moura
She complained you look different
You and I,m keeping my name
You,re not drinking the usual
I said it all tastes the same
She said you smell like L.A.
You, but check out my new frames
You know, these cool shades make you look bitchin'
She split from our table
Mumblin' remember to tip
I had a twenty in ready
But I said I might just skip
Some people act funny
When you're just tryin'4 to be hip
Spend a little time outside of the kitchen
Magnificent miles
Trying out my new walk
If people are watching
It's like stepping on chalk
The learning curves behind
Like a memory stalks
But in all it's an innocent mission
She rang late last night
Said that wasn't you was it
I said all colors of money
Are fit for deposit
Half naked right now
I've got soup in the closet
Sometimes with words I'm just fishin'
Should I come over
It sounds like you need me
I said that's funny
You sound like my TV
Just try this thing once
It'll make life so easy
Even puppies come under suspicion
My lover came knockin'
I opened the door
With an apple in my hand
She said, what's that core
It's the past and the future
But I shouldn't say more
It's just my radio hissin'
I know you too well
I know you're no villain
I said, don't look now
Because I'm ripping off Dylan
What you see is a little crusty
The real thing's the fillin'
The sound bit from a verbal beautician
All the jokers in the world
They're swarming like bees
Catch one to the head
Make you fall to your knees
Lenny Bruce was a prophet
In the 1960's
Two shows at tonight's inquisition
Driftin' in dreamland
Lost in the bed
The body's ups and down's
Are just food for the head
It's front page and french fries
Or the Funny
Pages instead
Tickle the truth into submission
Free Somehow
with Bruce Hoffman on fiddle
with Sandra Rhodes, Brenda Barnett & Charlie Chalmers on backing vocals
Transcribed by: Alex Moura
Want to be free right now
Voices inside my head
Know I'll be free somehow
The quietest voices said
Staying awake a while
Old movies in black and bliss
Los and still found somehow
In a place like this
A place just like this
Little windows of fantasy
Her eyes tell what she sees
Step back from this world for now
Think that I'll be coming 'round
Think I should be coming 'round
I want to be free somehow
See the forest for the grass
Wonder through it all
Through the looking glass
Smile appears on the tree branch there
Take the Hatter's words in jest
Don't wake her up, she could be dreaming you
Just taking a little rest
A couple of moments rest
Kids remembering just to be
Make it up as they go
Stepping back from the mirrors and smoke
Think that I'll be coming round
Think I might be coming round
I guess that I'll be coming round
I want to be free somehow
Voice inside my head
Gonna be free right now
The quietest voices said
Settling in for a while
Something we'll never miss
Lost and still found somehow
What're you doing in a place like this
Nice girl in a place like this
Like she's watching a comedy
Laughing in her sleep
Drifting out of my body now
Don't think I'll be coming down
Don't think I'll be coming down
Don't think I'll be coming down
Flicker
co-written by Jerry Joseph
Transcribed by: Alex Moura
Rise rise, fly above your head
Cups are running over, voices out of breath
Time time time, time has come again
Part another red-eye sea
Talking it to death
Just because you mean it
Doesn't mean we've seen it
Call call call, ringing through the night
When we finally answer, will they get it right
Run, run, run it up the pole
Hard to say you hate 'em
Just doing what they're told
Just because you feel it
Doesn't mean its real
Not it's clear the air in here
Is dragging down the shine
As it grows thicker
Others say the magic's gone away
Look closer maybe you might see
The flicker
Talk talk talk - wagging of your tongue
Wishin' it was over, doesn't make it done
Cry baby cry, smash up all the chairs
Just because we're laughing, doesn't mean that we don't care
Just because you feel it
Doesn't mean we feel it
Now it's clear the air in here
Is dragging down the shine
As it grows thicker
Others say the magic's gone away
Look closer baby you will see
The flicker
The olden ways have had their day
The shine escapes the shadows
Moving quicker
Now it's clear the air in here
Shining from the light
Of a thousand flickers
Bye, bye, bye, thought you lost a friend
Maybe found the love you seek
Leaving in the end
Dark Day Program
co-written by Jerry Joseph
with The Compass Point Horns
Jawara Adams on Trumpet & Flugelhorn
Tino Richardson on Saxophones
Terry Manning on Valve Trombone
Transcribed by: Alex Moura
Dark day program, pen to page
Nothing's broken, show our age
Feed the flame, tears enrage
Wait till morning to face the day
Now we're toiling over
Thoughts and mixed emotions
Hard to really see
What's lying underneath
Like a roller coaster
Up and down just floating
Touch the grass and leaves
Faces in the trees
Kick 'em over, the darkened days
Tip 'em over, the darkened days
Door is open, light the way
Pain and passion from the rack
Smoking jacket gunny sack
Feed the flame, safest bet
They all know we're not done yet
All that we're expecting
What the heart's rejecting
Play the giving hand
Just a change of plans
Now our kings and castles
Don't seem worth the hassle
Recent precedent
Feigning innocence
Tip 'em over, the darkened days
Kick 'em over, the darkened days
Doors will open, light the way
Another day
Hold the heart out for all to see
Words were spoken, on our knees
Feed the flame, last to fade
The angels know just what you mean
Now we're turning older
Time has made us bolder
Love and tragedy
Easy now to see
All that we're deserting
Was it worth the hurt
See it in your eyes
Crystal blue as sky
Now they're over the darkened days
Cryin' over the darkened days
War is over light the way
Walk on our way
Go on our way
Kick 'em over - the darkened days
Tip 'em over, the darkened days
Sweeter memories, a place to stay
Light the way
Light the way
Her Dance Needs No Body
co-written by Terry Manning
with The Compass Point Horns
Jawara Adams on Trumpet & Flugelhorn
Tino Richardson on Saxophones
Terry Manning on Valve Trombone
Transcribed by: Alex Moura
Her dance needs nobody, no body at all
She's both darkness and light
Just a shadow on the wall
Wink of a black cat eye
At the end of an unlit hall
Both a lady and her lover
Both a child and her doll
Time, has no body at all
Over and over
Surrender, surrender, surrender
Rage gently
She's warm breath on a winter's window
Tangled humming birds fall
The earth is her footprint
All the wind is her shawl
Her dance needs no body, no body at all
Already Fried
Transcribed by: Alex Moura
The whole pie was your piece
The filling your pride
Jiving 'round the kitchen
Just carrying on
No pies cooling on the window
Still empty inside
Your sorry's no good
The little ones already cried
One chicken took a lickin'
So many feathers to hide
Nobody woke you
All the breakfast is gone
Your belly is all stretched
Making noise, feeling bad
The rooster never crowed
He was already fried
We were born one day
Lived up 'til now
Calf in the field
Nest on the bough
One day for sure
If what's done is done
Do we pass on with what we've got
Or get back what we passed on
You've had your turn at the wheel
We've been long out of gas
The others are spent
From pushing your ride
The next hill's the steepest
Better get down and behind
All got to push
To reach the other side
We were born one day
Lived up 'til now
Calf in the field
Nest on the bough
One day for sure
If what's done is done
Do we pass on with what we've got
Or get back what we passed on
Up All Night
with Sandra Rhodes on Backing Vocals
Brenda Barnett on Backing Vocals
Charlie Chalmers on Backing Vocals
The Compass Point Horns:
Jawara Adams on Trumpet & Flugelhorn
Tino Richardson on Saxophones
Terry Manning on Valve Trombone
Transcribed by: Alex Moura
Can't sleep
I've been up all night
Laughing in Savannah
At the Bay street Moon
Wet smell of sulfur
From the cobblestones
Been up all night
I Dream of Heaven
But I feel like hell
Children in their church clothes
Sunday mornin' Bells
My Head is spinnin'
They're Taking their toll
Been up all night
Best thing about New Year's
Is the Christmas lights
Hiding out in the day
Exposed at night
Sunrise is sunset
Georgia Sky
I've been up all night
We've been out all night
I've been up all night
We've been up all night
This page contains all of the Widespread Panic Free Somehow Lyrics:
Boom Boom Boom lyrics
Walk On The Flood lyrics
Angels On High lyrics
Three Candles lyrics
Tickle The Truth lyrics
Free Somehow lyrics
Flicker lyrics
Dark Day Program lyrics
Her Dance Needs No Body lyrics
Already Fried lyrics
Up All Night lyrics
Up All Night lyrics
Jimmy Herring Has a Posse