Leslie Spit Treeo

Don't Cry Too Hard

[Front cover] [Back cover]

  1. Separate
  2. Like Yesterday
  3. Angel from Montgomery
  4. Moon at Noon
  5. UFO (Catch the Highway)
  6. One Thought Too Long
  7. Real
  8. Heat
  9. Dust
  10. Talkin'
  11. In the Round
  12. The Sound

All words and music by The Leslie Spit Treeo, except for Angel from Montgomery, words and music by John Prine. The lyrics are printed in the order given in the album. Apparently this is a terrible conspiracy designed to torture the intellect.

Moon at Noon

Where does the time go, when it's just draggin' on / And how come your arrival's just a line up gettin' long / Maybe you're not coming, and where would that put me / Somewhere in the middle of a daydramin' sea.

Chorus: Missing the attraction / By-passing satisfaction / Pining for the moon in the middle of the afternoon.

Pulling out my hair won't make me more aware / And screamin' out my lungs won't make somebody care / Sticking pins in voodoo dolls might help it go away / But how much time's been wasted already in this day?

Chorus.

So I'll crack a cold one and keep dreamin' on / Missing every moment until they are all gone / I can almost hear the angels breaking into song / Someday they'll bury me, but I've been buried all along.

Chorus.

Real

You came along on the morning ship, but failed to rescue me / Just as you were about to step off the captain veered back out to sea / Now I'm standing at the edge of the dock saying...

Chorus: But it was real / Real.

The man in the lighthouse shouts real means forever, but how can he really say / Birth, death, death, birth, never seem to go away / Now I'm standing here on the edge of the dock, the ocean don't seem like it cares to talk...

Chorus / Follow the gull on the trail of a new mate / It never forgets just to participate / Na na na.

You came along on the morning ship, but failed to rescue me / Just as you were about to step off the captain veered back out to sea / Now I'm standing at the edge of the dock, one thing to do, turn around and walk...

Chorus: But it was real (so what?) / Real (big deal) / Real (now it's all gone) / Real (time to move on) / Real.

Angel from Montgomery

I am an old woman, named after my mother / My old man is another child that's grown old / If dreams were lightning, thunder were desire, this old house would'a burnt down a long time ago.

Chorus: Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery / Make me a poster of an old rodeo / Just give me one thing that I can hold on to / To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.

When I was a young cowgirl, well I had me a cowboy / He weren't much to look at, just a free rambling man / But that was a long time, and no matter how I try, the years just flow by like a broken down dam.

Chorus.

There's flies in the kitchen, I can here them there a buzzin', and I ain't done nothing since I woke up today / How the hell can a person go to work in the mornin', come home in the evening and have nothin' to say?

Chorus...

One Thought Too Long

Just when ya think that ya got it (vrrrrrrrrmm) / Like a semi goin' the other way / Just when ya think that ya got it (pffffftchk) / It blows up in your face / There's nobody home, the lights aren't even on / You find it hard to remember, beauty dies one thought too long.

There's so much to consider now / What once never needed to be fed / You're feelin' more like a lizard now / But for get the tail, if only you could grow a new head.

Just when you think that ya got it...

Like Yesterday

The drummer downstairs, he don't get any sleep / The ceiling boughs under a mournful beat / Tears are running down the wall: boiling waterfall / No rest for the drummer tonight, unless a broken heart guitar takes flight / Nothing goes the way it did like yesterday.

Chorus: First you're up and then you're down / Then you're inside spinnin' round / You can't cut pain with a knife / But there are moments in your life you see through misty eyes / Cry.

The drummer puts a stick right through a brand new skin / But what can clear the air in the room above him / Death seems like an end, the bitter taking of a friend / If he can he'll live again / Head space from then and when / Cry.

Chorus / Nothing goes the way it did like yesterday.

Separate

I woke to find you dreaming / You were pounding on a pillow / You were knockin' on a door / I sat up and watched you, wondering was that me you were calling for.

I woke to find you dreamin' / You were pounding on a pillow / You were knockin' on a door / I sat up and watched you, separate from your dream.

Chorus: I'm here, you are there, we're separate / The pain you feel I cannot fill / But hey, I love you, I can hold your hand.

I woke to find you dreamin' / You were poundin' on a pillow / You were knockin' on my door / You were callin' my name, in a voice I never heard you use before.

Chorus.

Talkin'

We're always talkin', and then there's talkin' / Oh well, there's a heart aching on me tonight / We're always talkin', not much walkin' / You got talkin' on your mind.

Chorus: Is a song without words like a sky without birds / Or must we always dot the eye(*)?

We should do this sometime, but not right now is the bottome line / There's a story on the rise you have to tell once when you were 7 / While you keep talkin', my interest's droppin' / Into the bucket at the bottom of the wishin' well.

Chorus.

Just found some earplugs / You look at me like I'm on drugs(**) / Then you start into a line, explainin' that you're not talking all the time / Still you keep flappin', while my heart's crackin' / Honey, talkin' ain't what we been lackin'.

Chorus / Chorus / We're always talkin'...

(*) or "I"
(**) coffee, booze, crack, grass, TV, asprin

Dust

There is a place where we all begin / When it's more than one that's a walkin' / Where is the foundation in the cloud we chase trust / Dust.

Grab me a lifeline / Bag me a bird / Toss a coin in the air / Fair or unfair / Where is the foundation in the cloud we chase trust / Dust.

Will the sun come out tomorrow / Will the wind choose to blow / Who can say anyway what is trust / Dust.

Offer me some food / Will I save enough for you / Pull the blinds down down on the face / Stare into outer space / Where is the foundation in the cloud we chase trust / Dust.

In the Round

You leave early in the morning, smelling like a rose, lookin' like a million dollars / And when you get to the space, I feel that what takes place will fill your thoughts when you get home.

Chorus: Look straight into her eyes, as she touches your thighs / Now without a sound undress her / I know you're all pros and that's how the story goes / In the round on the other side of town.

I'm feeling selfishly alone when you call me on the phone / If the play's the thing why does my heart keep pounding / What is it with this fear after a bourbon and a beer you might wish wasn't here to come home to?

Chorus.

You leave early in the morning, smelling like a rose, lookin' like a million dollars / And when you get to the space, I feel that what takes place will fill my thoughts when you get home.

Chorus.

Catch the Highway (UFOs)

Being for the city / Full of empty phrases / Matters of opinions / Hide and seek detentions / In my heart on suspicion / Tossed so many words in the air / Priviledged information / Can't see it in the sky.

Chorus: Catch the highway / Gonna search for UFOs / Gimme colored lights shinin' on black roads / Hey Mr. Spaceman(*), are you looking for a dream / Take me away / Take me away.

Resisting temptation of immediate gratification / Concrete dust horizon / Present situation / In my heart on suspicion / Tossed so many words in the air / Privileged information / Can't see it in the sky.

Chorus.

Movin' in a circle from where my foot is nailed to the ground / Spinning with grandfather's clock, tick-toc, tick-toc time / Jackhammers on twisted wire / Compounded desire / Guardians of protection / Let me see the sky.

Chorus / Take me away...

(*) or woman, child, blender, anything

Heat

Staring at the funny man I take my head from off my hand / Real is simulation / Emotional mutation / And blood is falling like sand / Feel the clock that ticks inside / Feed the mask that lives outside / Kill the foreign nations / Geographical frustrations / It's just another suicide.

Chorus: Live for the gold as though we'll never grow old / Build ourselves a town and then we'll watch it all come down / Live our lives as though we've never been told.

Open the door out to the hall / Don't get trapped inside the wall / Feel the radiation / Your final graduation from hate that reigns within us all / And follow light to where the little ones lay / Watch their faces disappear in the sky / It's not your situation / National starvation / Don't listen to all our children cry.

Chorus.

Don't watch the jet streams in the sky / Keep your hands in front of your eyes / Don't witness devastation / Worldwide desolation / Just feel the heat right before you die.

Chorus.

The Sound

Sometimes when you're sleepin' ya dream you hear a sound / You part your eyes, awaken, but there's nothin' to be found / The sound, it will not vanish / The dream, it lingers on / Ya hear a voice call out to you but ya know the voice is gone.

Chorus: You sing aye aye aye aye aye / Ya ain't born just to die / Nothin' no nothin' will ever come true if you're livin' a lie / Singin' aye aye aye aye aye.

You can let go in your head and still have a hopin' heart / When ya think it's finally over that's when the tears start / Where did you go wrong / How did you miss that turn / Sometimes learnin' from your mistakes is a little too late to learn.

Chorus.

Sittin' in the basement watchin' your life go by / You can't think of anything that doesn't make you cry / Convinced your life is over but it's only just begun / If you can't see through the night turn around and see the rising sun.

Chorus...


The Band

Laura Hubert: lead vocals, kazoo
Pat Langner: electric lead, vocals, ebo
Jack Nicholsen: acoustic rhythm
Frank Randazzo: bass
Graeme Kirkland: drums
Tag: bones

Supporting Cast

Chris Wardman: electric guitars
Dave Baxter: electric guitars, dobro
Jason Sniderman: keyboards

Produced by Chris Wardman
Recorded at Winfield Sound (Toronto)
Engineer: Aubrey Winfield, Bob Bartolucci
Thanks to Dave Antonacci
Mixed at Sounds Interchange (Toronto) by Kevin Doyle
Assisted by Omi Craden
Mastered at Master Disc (NYC) by Howie Wienberg


LST: Don't Cry Too Hard
Brian Edmonds <brian@gweep.ca> $Date: 2001/12/13 23:15:17 $