It's A Mys

Words and music by bob seger

It's a mystery
How the heart beats
How the sun shines
How our eyes meet

It's a mystery
Lt's a wonder
How we keep from
Sinking under

It's a mystery

All the nonsense
Set before us
Supposed to shock us
But it bores us

All the ennui
All the replays
All the rewrites
All the "can't says"

It's a mystery

Electron guns fire images
They end in interstellar space
Within the year

And through it all
We dance and starve and
Burn and clear

It's a mystery
How they con us
How they sneak til
They're upon us

All the anchors
With their helmets
Getting ratings
With their zealots

All the pundits
All the salesmen
Setting snake oil
To the nation

All the specials
Every rerun
All the penguins
Getting well-done

It's a mystery

It's a mystery
How the heart beats
How the sun shines
How our eyes meet

It's a mystery
It's a wonder
How we ever
Find each other

It's a mystery

Words and music by tom waits

Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
And the black crow flew through
A hole in the sky
And i spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And i made me a ladder ftom a pawn shop marimba
And i leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against a dandelion tree

Well i cooked them feathers on the iron spit
And i filled me a sachel full of old pig corn
And i beat me a billy from an old french horn
And kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Blew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum
And i cut me a switch from a long branch elbow

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six

Well i slept in the hotter of a dry creek bed
And i tore out the buckets from a red corvette
Tore out the buckets from a red corvette
Lionel, dave and the butcher made three

You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a washburn
Stretched like a clothesline
You know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16 shells ftom a thirty-aught-six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six

Now i hold him prisoner in a washburn jail
And i strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
Bang on the strings just to drive him crazy
And i strum it toud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six

Words and music by bob seger, craig frost, tim mitchell

I've seen two time losers running everywhere
Shouting and screamin', "i was never there!"
With their hands in the air
Hands in the air

I've seen bad news messengers avoiding kings
Cheating spouses twisting their rings
With their hands in the air
Oooh, got their hands in the air
As guilty as the wind out on the sea
Affecting who we are and who we'll be

There's a desperation, a real despair
Even the good people are starting to declare
I've got my hands in the air
Ah my hands are in the air

They're surrendering, they're giving in
They'll do anything not to go through this again
They've got their hands in the air
Ooh, their hands in the air

And they're sinking in the quicksand like a stone
Broken to the marrow of the bone, oh

The dealers are dividing up their tips
The gamblers, they're all cashin' in their chips

There's a man in the middle of a parking lot
Wondering which way he should go
There's a star on the horizon
Sinking low, low

All you death wish addicts, you corrupters of truth
You killers of the spirit, you marauders of youth
Get your hands in the air
I want to see your hands in the air

If you're selling these lies, these impossible dreams
You can keep on washin' but you'll never get clean
Get your hands in the air
Let me see your hands in the air

Words and music by bob seger, craig frost, tim mitchell

I saw them standing on a corner
Bathed in ordinary light
They turned away and started walkin'
And faded off into the night
Some years ago they were in fashion
Tonight they couldn't get a seat
They've got themselves a brand new history
From revisionism street
Written on revisionism street

The years of sacrifice and struggle
The arc of stardom's natural course
The inevitable decline
The wolves waiting at the door
"let's dig up something really nasty"
"let's get some clay around their feet"
"no ones memory is sacred 'round here
On revisionism street"

"we'll never be in the arena"
"hey, we'll never have to compete"
"we'll never write a classic novel"
"and we'll never have to be discreet!"

Alfred hitchcock, isaac newton
Elvis presley, captain bligh
They're heroic or pathetic
Depending on which book you buy
Charles dickens, jackie gleason
Burn 'em all, turn up the heat
If there's no truth, use innuendo
This is revisionism street

"let's find ourselves some old acquaintance"
"let's see what they have to say"
"some disgruntled ex-employee"
"presto! payday!"

A tree falls in the forest
A million copies go to print
Some parasitic little feeder
Sits back and makes a mint
Somewhere a baby's softly sleeping
Lt's innocence complete
Unaware they're workin' late tonight
On revisionism street

Words and music by bob seger

Out on those trails
Out 'neath that sky
Rivers of old
Still rushing by

Eagles still soar
White mountains loom
Down in those valleys
West of the moon

West of the stars
Far from the chase
Far from the crowds
Far from the pace

Horses run free
Winter comes soon
Out by those mountains
West of the moon

And everywhere
Everywhere
Wild things are free
Free in the wind and the sun

Everywhere
Everywhere
As it should be
Left on their own while they run

Out by those mountains
West of the moon

Words and music by bob seger

It's the age of reason for the anarchist
It's a change of venue for the lobbyist
It's a dream of justice buried in the grist

It's a secret briefing based on need to know
It's a condescending rationale from command control
Feel the sense of wonder at the overthrow

It's a rite of passage through a hurricane
Through a rolling thunder through a screaming rain
Hear the shriek of abel hear the cry of cain

And abraham will take his son
Five billion years from now the cruelty will be done

Make a destination
Of the greater truth
Make 'em hang their heads and eat their words
When you find the proof
This is all you're given
It's your only move

It's a rite of passage for the everyman
To a higher ground
To a brighter light
To a promised land
You can feel the power
Of the master's hand

It's a rite of passage