KHA​-​RIZ​-​MAH

by Stacey Sanders

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released July 27, 2008

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Track Name: The End Of The World
They mixing the Kool-Aid in Guyana
Lining 'em up at he door
We can get away if you wanna, baby
I got an account set up offshore

The end of the world has already come and gone
I think we blinked and we missed it
When our eyes are closed it's hard to look around
It's a little late to try and fix it
It's a little late to try and fix it

The son of god is living down in Texas
With eighteen wives and ninety six kids
Defending his cause of arms and taxes
I should have thought of that before he did

The end of the world...

In between what is real
Is simply make-believe
What I've seen, how I feel
I wear it on my sleeve

I just want to be your new cult leader
If I could think of a pitch to sell
I'd sink it all into futures and options
And real estate in Cozumel

The end of the world...
Track Name: The Dragon's Den
Where are you going to my darling
To trade your incense in for pearls
Down at the old casbah
There's a man in a fez with a nasty scar
Plays rogue jazz out of this world

Where are you going to my baby
To trade your pearls in for gold
See the dude in the tiger stripes
The monacle man with the hookah pipe
His blue smoke will stop you cold

You'll see colors and waves a-crashing
Pinwheels and shooting stars
Planets spinning off their axis
Psychedelic blue guitars

Where are you going to my darling
To trade your gold for plutonium
Build yourself a briefcase bomb
Pretty soon we'll all be gone
Your blue smoke will leave us numb

We'll see colors and waves a-crashing...

Where are you going to my sweetheart
To trade your inscense in for pearls
Down at the dragon's den
You're always welcome back again
To play rogue jazz out of this world

We'll see colors and waves a-crashing...

Where are you going to my darling
Track Name: I'm Not Moving
It's flooding down in Texas, there's hurricanes in the Keys
California is quaking, New York's too much for me
I feel at home where I belong, in the middle of the map
I'm a wild tumbleweed, but my top speed is much slower than maple sap

If I don't move I won't get hurt
If I don't breathe I won't get sick
If I don't sleep I won't have bad dreams anymore
If I don't love you my heart won't break
If I don't move I won't get hurt
So I'm not moving, I'm staying here when you leave

You know I have my reasons for not budging an inch
You call them lame excuses then try to make me flinch
If I relocate to another state I'm afraid I might lose control
It's hard to laugh when your better half just can't make you whole

If I don't move I won't get hurt...

Look at all these boxes labeled "Anywhere But Here"
It's printed loud and clear in big black letters
Just send me a postcard when you get settled down
Telling me about your job, the town, the weather

It's flooding down in Texas, there's 'canes in the Keys
California is quaking, but it ain't shaking me
Ain't shaking me, ain't shaking me
No, I ain't shaking
Track Name: Fine Tooth Comb
It takes a fine tooth comb just to find your heart
And a hammer and chisel just to tear it apart
Throwing cold stones is a finer art
It takes a fine tooth comb just to find your heart

It takes a wishing well just to hold your tears
And all your spare change to forget your fears
As you drop them in they disappear
It takes a wishing well just to hold your tears

Fine tooth comb, missing a couple of teeth
I really like your style
You sure do play the part
You're really quite the tease, missing a couple of teeth

It takes a ball and chain just to hold you down
And all your strength to lift it off the ground
I guess you'll drag it behind you wherever you're bound
It takes a ball and chain just to hold you down

Fine tooth comb, missing a couple of teeth...

Fine tooth comb will hunt you down
Suck the marrow from your soul
Chew you up in little bitty pieces
Or maybe even swallow you whole
Just when you think you've found yourself
On the road that heads for home
You're lost in the woods and get eaten alive
By a ten foot fine tooth comb

Fine tooth comb, missing a couple of teeth...
Track Name: She's Hard To Find
Talk sure runs cheap but, silence is cheaper
Whispers are all I can afford
Her promises keep but, I'm not her keeper
She runs basement bargains on words

On her off days she changes the color of her hair
Like she changes her mind
When I'm caught looking she's not even there
Sometimes she's hard to find

Sometimes I'm cold but, she's always colder
I can hardly see through her ghost
I wouldn't trust her as far as I could know her
Who's loving who the most

On her off days...

Sometimes she's hard to find all the time
{A black bird in the dead of night
When the moon is full and shining bright}
But she's always on my mind all the time

Headlines run old, gossip is older
Love life gets sliced so thin
Sometimes I'm cold but, she's always colder
Who'll be the first to give in

On her off days...
Track Name: All Days Dark and Dreary
He switches tracks and jumps from train to train
He don't need your money none 'cause he's in love again
No one knows how long or if he'll be here tomorrow
But, the sun rises and sets in her for him

He's walked her roads a hundred thousand times
Knows 'em like the back of his hand, rough and cracked with lines
Leading to nowhere , but committed to his heart
All he knows is she's out there somewhere waiting just for him

So he yields to the spirits of the weary
Holds his head high for all the crosses carried
Says a prayer for all the hatchets buried
And stands tall in all days dark and dreary

He takes his time and often takes the toll
To think of all his friends who never took his soul
He needs to wind his heart so it won't stop ticking
And why would he ever want to jump when already twice he's fallen

So he yields to the spirits of the weary...

He laughs for he's outlived all their theories
Takes a giant step for all the times he's tarried
Keeps on searching for all her treasures buried
And stands tall in all days dark and dreary

He switches tracks and jumps from train to train...
Track Name: Rubenesque Women
Well, I was born skinny, but that's ok
My baby loves me anyway
She was born chubby, but that's alright
She has a healthy appetite

When they're big and bouncy there's more to love
When the pushing comes to shove
And she was born chubby, but that's alright
My baby keeps me warm at night

You ain't ever been downtrodden if you've never been sweepstakes winning
You ain't ever been drowning if you've never been swimming
You ain't ever been rough riding if you've never been gold digging
You ain't ever known love without Rubenesque women

That old Dutch master knew where it was at
He painted his women slightly fat
With a stroke of his brush, the wave of his hand
Peter Paul was their best man

You ain't ever been downtrodden...

Some like 'em thin as a rail
Some like 'em big as a barn
I just want enough to squeeze
Don't want the whole enchilada
Just the guacamole salad
With a little hot sauce, if you please

You ain't ever been downtrodden...

Well, I was born skinny, but that's ok
My baby loves me anyway
Track Name: The Local Forecast
Forty percent chance of tears tonight
Partly smiley by morning
I'm wrapped up in myself again
But, at least it keeps me warm
I'd stick my neck out in the frozen air
If I thought I'd find her there

They say it won't last
It's blowing so fast it's spinning my weather vane
The worst has just passed
But, the local forecast mostly calls for pain

There's a cold front moving in
Over a high pressure system
Full of hot air and promises
Too many to list
I'll stick my neck out when the coast is clear
But, til then you'll find me here

They say it won't last...

My barometer is busted again
This time ain't the first
A shot of mercury in a dirty glass
Might help quench my thirst

They say it won't last...
Track Name: Papatya
Lie with me, cuddle up
Gather your fleeting thoughts, let them fly away
On beating wings, feathers falling
The angels are singing sweet lullabies

Daisy girl, open up
Let your petals float on the wispy wind
There's breakfast on your plate, flowers in your vase
I'm just downstairs should you need anything

It's 6 a.m., the sun's coming up over Istanbul
I'm sipping my espresso in the harbor cafe
Showing off your photograph to some tourists from the States
They say you have a pretty smile, Papatya

Stay with me a little longer now
Let your linens fall and take my hand
On beating wings, feathers falling
We'll fly away and not come back

It's 6 a.m., the sun's coming up over Istanbul...

It's 6 a.m., the sun's coming up over Istanbul
I'm sipping my espresso in the harbor cafe
Thinking of you while you sleep in the big bed in our loft
I wonder what you're dreaming, Papatya

Lie with me, cuddle up...
Track Name: Kha-Riz-Mah
Forty acres, Mariposa county
A perfect hideout from the law
Quit my job, sell my possessions
Change my name to Kha-Riz-Mah

Build a fortress in the a High Sierras
Start a cult up in the hills
Brainwash the poor downtrodden
Strip away their own free will

Beautiful women will surround me
And do anything I say
They'll stand in line just to touch the Kha-Riz-Mah
They'll bow down at the feet of the Kha-Riz-Mah

I have the mind of Albert Einstein
The rugged good looks of James Dean
The charm of Grigori Rasputin
The way to wash this world clean

Fathers, unleash your daughters
Won't you let them follow me
Lead them to a new salvation
My big love will set them free

Beautiful women will surround me
And do anything I say
They'll stop at nothing just to please the Kha-Riz-Mah
They'll bow down at the feet of the Kha-Riz-Mah

Carnal pleasure, belly full of wine
I have the power to make it rain or shine
I am the truth, the way and the light
Just close your eyes and hold on tight to the Kha-Riz-Mah

I am their new messiah
Their prophet and their king
Hibernation in the Winter
Lots of babies in the Spring

If I go out in a hail of bullets
If I go down in a wall of flame
Make sure they send reporters
The whole world will know my name

Beautiful women will surround me
And do anything I say
They'll spread the seed and bloom for the Kha-Riz-Mah
They'll bow down at the feet of the Kha-Riz-Mah
They'll stand in line just to touch the Kha-Riz-Mah
They'll bow down at the feet of the Kha-Riz-Mah

Beautiful women will surround me and do anything I say
Track Name: Brave November
It's just another blustery night in Salem, there's children at your door
You're passing out the candied apples, but I don't know what for
Three hundred twenty years ago you burned us at the stake
Damned if we did and damned if we didn't do it

I don't remember how it started, it was such a long time ago
We were up in Essex county making angels in the snow
But angels look like bats I guess to hypocrites and fools
Word got around and hysteria stepped in

Cold October, won't you usher in the winds
And bring to me on wounded wing, my nineteen long-lost friends
Brave November, you've come a day too late
We've gathered in the graveyard and blown the hinges off the gate

We rest upon your rooftops and we nest up in your eaves
We rattle all your windows and we rustle all your leaves
When you pick up pumpkin pieces scattered in the street
Don't you question any shadows that may flicker

Cold October, won't you usher in the winds
And bring to me on mended wing, my nineteen long-lost friends
Brave November, you've come a day too late
We've gathered in the graveyard and blown the hinges off the gate

I spend my spare time flying 'round the old abandoned church
Floating through the rafters scaring pigeons off their perch
Statues stand there motionless, their arms held open wide
Dust and cobwebs draped upon their shoulders

Cold October, won't you usher in the winds
And bring to me unfettered wing, my nineteen long-lost friends
Brave November, you've come a day too late
We've gathered at the graveyard and blown the hinges off the gate
Track Name: Red Roofs
I need a painter to slap me on the canvas
Mix me on the palette but, don't water me down
Don't smooth away the edges or iron out the wrinkles
Leave me naked as a fat-butted baby
Rub a little rouge on my cheeks
To start me blushing and keep me honest

How's about a little French provincial countryside
Bandana woman stomping on grapes
In a polka dot dress stained by the juices
Her bare feet pressing my wine
Add a little gold to her lips
To start her smiling and keep her happy

Red roofs on yellow houses
With orange windows and purple doors
White cottony clouds, blue denim skies
With green valleys for everyone

Bonsoir, Pissaro, what's your first impression
Let me feel your pain, let me feel your joy
It's all about expression, the look upon your face
When it's hanging on my living room wall
Is that a little ocher on your brow
Or dust and dirt from sweat and toil

Red roofs on yellow houses...

I need a painter to slap me on the canvas...

Red roofs on yellow houses...

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