Michael Knott
Comatose Soul
All songs written by Michael Knott.
Crusin' Ride
you got your flashy plan
you got your trashy lube
you got it all in gear
you’re gettin’ out of here
you got your crusin’ ride
you got it
you got your scary side
you got it
you got your lovely eyes
you got your lanky tank
you got no such fear
you’re gettin’ out of here
you got your crusin’ ride
you got it
you got your scary side
you got it
all i really need to know
is for whom your true love glows
you got your mixy moves
you got your lead shoes on
you burn your octane clear
you’re gettin’ out of here
you got your crusin’ ride
you got it
you got your scary side
you got it
all i really need to know
is for whom your true love glows
crusin’ ride
Callous Wheel
i don’t understand the willing and the fall
i don’t understand the wailing of the wall
i don’t understand the searing one
that reaches when i call
reaches when i call
she lifts me up, she takes me high
the callus wheel need never spin-out anymore
she lifts me up, she takes me high
in her cool pool of blue
i don’t understand the pressing of the shame
i don’t understand the calling of the name
i don’t understand the searing one
that reaches when i call
reaches when i call
she lifts me up, she takes me high
the callus wheel need never spin-out anymore
she lifts me up, she takes me high
in her cool pool of blue eyes
(heaven for God, heaven forgive
haven’t i found a good noose yet?
don’t need a vine for the tree
the rest of the course will come to me
heaven for God, heaven forgive
haven’t i found the good news yet?
don’t need a vine for the tree
the rest of the cross will come to me)
she lifts me up, she takes me high
the callus wheel need never spin-out anymore
she lifts me up, she takes me high
in her cool pool of blue
Pusher
it’s all about me and you and what it’s clinging to
how you gonna help a good friend find something?
you and me and what we want to be
either mean what you say or i’ll go away
so if you don’t want me to jump off this cliff
think you better do something about it for me
i need something more than a talking hand
if you don’t me to jump off this cliff
think you better do something about it for me
i need something more than a talking hand
more than sympathy, understand?
you and me and what it claims to be
how you gonna take a real chance on something
me and you and is what it’s holding to
either do what you say or make it all go away
so if you don’t me to jump off this cliff
think you better do something about it for me
i need something more than a talking hand
if you don’t me to jump off this cliff
think you better do something about it for me
i need something more than a talking hand
more than sympathy, understand?
it’s not alright
it’s not alright
so if you don’t me to jump off this cliff
think you better do something about it for me
i need something more than a talking hand
if you don’t me to jump off this cliff
think you better do something about it for me
i need something more than a talking hand
more than sympathetic understanding
Pop Goes The World
you think you’re doing alright
you think you’re getting in tight
you think you’re doing real good
you think your livin’ is assured
and then pop goes the world
pop goes the world
pop goes the world
pop goes the world
you think you’re doing real nice
you think you’re doing it twice
you think you’ll figure it in
you think your number’s never running, out
and then pop goes the world
pop goes the world
pop goes the world
pop goes the world
you think you’ve got your three chords
you think you’ve got your three doors
you don’t know its all locked
it takes, when you get all shaken and shocked
say pop goes the world
pop goes the world
pop goes the world
pop goes the world
Finding Angel
I met a girl or should I say
I met an angel that day
fell in love for now for good
with a real sweet heart like I hoped I could
asked her dad if I could marry her
he said yes and I knew for sure
that I’d be good to his little one
he’s a real cool vet from Vietnam
chorus
as she grows
angels looking over her
no one knows the future
only you, Lord
her brother used to show up on Saturdays
with a whiskey bottle and a haze of rage
got all drunk and I kicked him out
we’re still good friends just not in the house
two sisters a little older than her
just as sweet in this big bad world
one looking for a good man somewhere
the other one likes to grow grass downstairs
chorus
recently got divorced from a friend I knew
back when she was still in school
we’ve got a little beautiful girl that’s true
I live a minutes walk from her community pool
as she grows
angels looking over her
no one knows the future
only you, Lord
Boxcar
no more conversation
no more need to try
no one left donations
no more trust in life
and no one’s at the station
i’m bored and out of mind
riding in some box car down the line
standing on my tongue singing some sign
trying to forgive this life as i
watch it blow by
some more situations
some more needs to write/right
no more hiding places
some more trust in life
is someone at the station
i’m bored and out of mind
riding in some box car down the line
standing on my tongue singing some sign
trying to forgive this life as i
watch it blow by
give me a destination
give me to the sky
i’m ready for the station
i’m bored and out of mind
riding in some box car down the line
standing on my tongue singing some sign
trying to forgive this life as i
watch it blow by
riding in some box car down the line
standing on my tongue singing some sign
trying to forgive this life as i
watch it blow by
Comatose Soul
if she could make well this time
never mind the calling of an omen that is rollin’
a day would be ours to find
if she could make well this time
there’s something i could say
i wish i had hands
i wish i had hands to heal this life
and i wish i had strings
i wish i had strings to tie high
this comatose soul
if i could reach through these eyes
and hold the very part of her that the world has broken
a way would be ours to find
if i could reach through these eyes
there’s something i could say
i wish i had hands
i wish i had hands to heal this life
and i wish i had strings
i wish i had strings to tie high
this comatose soul
Gray Daze
cocoa blue and haunted too is this armchair
she knows all my whittlings on the stars there
blushy feel it’s all the deal when she’s out there
and i’m aware
her love is alive
her love is a grave
her love is a gray day
her love is a rose
her love is a cage
her love is a gray ...
paisley red with tasseled tread is this footstool
she knows all my shoeless stories are untrue
are they untrue?
is she misused?
her love is alive
her love is a grave
her love is a gray day
her love is a rose
her love is a cage
her love is a gray ...
stucco white with colored lights is this ceiling
she knows all my thoughts and schemes are unfeeling
on feelings
never dealing
her love is alive
her love is a grave
her love is a gray day
her love is a rose
her love is a cage
her love is a gray ...
Down
nothing helps the raging trigger when it calls
nothing stops the clever digger when he falls
nothing’s there to convince the will at all
won’t you save me from the down?
won’t you throw away this cup that’s hanging around?
your ways, not mine, will be found
won’t you save me from the down?
something tries to save itself, it seems
something lies beneath the driven dream
something turns lower with the seam
won’t you save me from the down?
won’t you throw away this cup that’s hanging around?
your ways, not mine, will be found
won’t you save me from the down?
Gold
all i found was a note he left
as he was swinging from the right to left
and i was wondering why
good friend of mine, he had to die
and when i read
it read: “sometimes you call it”
don’t it make your whole life gold
make your whole life gold
when you can’t let her go
don’t it make your whole life gold
make your whole life gold
when you can’t let her go
later he appeared to me
in a dream as i did sleep
and i was wondering why
“good friend of mine, you have to try”
that’s what he said
he said: “sometimes you call it”
don’t it make your whole life gold
make your whole life gold
when you can’t let her go
don’t it make your whole life gold
make your whole life gold
when you can’t let her go
Lollipops & Daisy's
you take your church from her golden steep’
it’s all a song but you don’t believe
she’s got your tail by the tip, it seems
and you’ve got callings for a conquerer’s cake
your mind don’t what your will can’t break
you try to take what your collapse makes
you never know what she’s going to say
she’s got a song to sing
some say she’s crazy
some say she’s crazy
but if you get to know her
she’s lollipops and daisies
get in the car when this chick gets mean
she’ll roll you up like a window seam
having flashbacks to a somewhere dream
daily
chorus
don’t try to figure just let it play on
you’ll find the answer in her someway song
it won’t make sense but you’ll sing along
daily