Paula Cole Garden Of Eden

Here I am, a black-eyed bird, remaining silent.

I simply watch, your little life from high above.

Wanting to call you, wanting to sing,

Inside your ears and lips and eyes and soul,

I dig my grave, behind the gates of Babylon.

There’s a Garden of Eden

In your distant heart,

Garden of Eden

In your earthly arms.

Here I stand, a serpent queen of the garden.

I’m beckoning, but you ignore my siren song.

Oh I long, to touch you, to step inside your sacred gate.

I’ll dig my grave in the middle of golden bible snake.

There’s a Garden of Eden

In your distant heart,

Garden of Eden

In your earthly arms.

The black-eyed bird is dying,

The queen is dead,

She’ll never step foot in Eden.

There’s a Garden of Eden

In your distant heart,

Garden of Eden

In your earthly arms.

Paula Cole In Our Dreams

(Holding on, holding on, holding on…)

Here in this vacancy,

Where we existed,

I carry on in life like some puppet acting her part.

The very core of me,

An empty garden.

The tree of life once fl owered her arms to open sky.

An angel guided you home, now I’m alone, now I’m alone,

The living on’s the hardest part,

And the days are endless hours.

This house is silent now.

The bed’s much bigger.

The television’s constant to keep me company.

The Maker guided you home,

Now I’m alone, now I’m alone,

The living on’s the hardest part,

And the days are endless hours,

But then at night when my soul is in fl ight,

And together we meet in the galaxy,

Love know no lease,

We’re here in the meadow of grace and peace,

We meet again in our dreams.

So if you hear me now,

‘Cause I know you’re out there.

Wait for my homecoming when I cross the other side.

A little bird fl ew you home,

Now I’m alone, now I’m alone,

The living on’s the hardest part,

And the days are endless hours.

But then at night when my soul is in fl ight,

And together we meet in the galaxy,

Love knows no lease,

We’re here in the meadow; our secret place.

We meet again in our dreams.

In our dreams.

In our dreams.

Some days we meet again in our dreams.

Paula Cole Ode To Billy Joe

It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day

I was out choppin’ cotton, and my brother was balin’ hay

And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat

And mama hollered out the back door, y’all, remember to wipe your feet

And then she said, I got some news this mornin’ from Choctaw Ridge

Today, Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

And papa said to mama, as he passed around the blackeyed peas

Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please

There’s five more acres in the lower forty I’ve got to plow

And mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow

Seems like nothin’ ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge

And now Billy Joe MacAllister’s jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

And brother said he recollected when he, and Tom, and Billie Joe

Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show

And wasn’t I talkin’ to him after church last Sunday night?

I’ll have another piece-a apple pie; you know, it don’t seem right

I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge

And now ya tell me Billie Joe’s jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

And mama said to me, child, what’s happened to your appetite?

I’ve been cookin’ all morning, and you haven’t touched a single bite

That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today

Said he’d be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way

He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge

And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin’ off the Tallahatchie Bridge

A year has come and gone since we heard the news ’bout Billy Joe

And brother married Becky Thompson; they bought a store in Tupelo

There was a virus going ’round; papa caught it, and he died last spring

And now mama doesn’t seem to want to do much of anything

And me, I spend a lot of time pickin’ flowers up on Choctaw Ridge

And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge

Paula Cole Red Corsette

I am not your enemy, I am not your dream unlived.

I am just this song I have today.

All I have is melody and string.

If Frida Kahlo could see us here together, here today,

She’d paint us in some churches, in some feathers, in some gray.

She’d see us in our suffering and cut our arteries,

And there would flow down fountains, flow down fountains

From my Red Corsette.

Whale bone from the killing of the largest peaceful being,

Is blue and bound around my waist and will not let me sing,

I cannot breathe, I feel too faint just as they’d have me be,

But I do not belong here, I am shedding off this, shredding off this

Red Corsette.

I am not your enemy, I am not your dream unlived.

I am just this song I have today.

All I have is melody and pain.

I don’t have the words inside for oceans upon oceans cried,

All I have is this song today.

And I’ll sing it now for those who cannot,

Sing it now for those who dare not,

Sing it now for those who know not,

Red Corsette.

Paula Cole Elegy

Who is this hurting mother?

Don’t want to be her now.

Who in the hell’s that sad reflection?

How did I lose myself?

How many times I walk the river, wondering what life’s for,

Sobbing beneath the staid performance,

Too scared to let it out.

Duty calls…duty calls…

Who is this hurting daughter,

Going down the rabbit hole?

Falling into a crushing darkness,

Shedding skins of the soul.

How many times I walk the river, wanting to lose myself?

Weight of an overcoat of sorrow,

Too sensitive for this world.

Duty call…duty calls…

Time to do the drop off, time to make the meals,

Time to greet the neighbors, be a perfect ten,

Smiling in the exterior, but nervous and distressed,

Plodding on this treadmill, take another pill.

Start another morning, wake to the alarm,

Rise up in the darkness, get inside the car,

Join the rank and file, thousands in the flow,

Minnows on the freeway, on and on it goes…

I don’t want to go.

I don’t want to live this.

I don’t want this life.

There is more than this.

Who is that serious child,

The one left alone?

Mother is in the kitchen crying again,

No use to ask for help

So it goes…so it goes…

Paula Cole Amen

I’m siphoning gass from the high school bus

Into the tank of my beat-up bug

So I can drive away from the shouting and misery

I drive into the night, to the hill, to the water tower

To lie on my back and drink in the meteor shower

Knowing that many men have lain as I do now

Ptolemy, Copernicus, Carl Jung Pondering his existence,

pondering, Is God with me now?

And I look to the sky And I ask these questions

Yes, I feel something I don’t understand

Can somebody say Amen?

My life is but a short and precious seed

Like three seasons of life in a leaf on a tree

And when I cascade to the ground I will not be done

I will mingle with the earth and give life

To the roots again

Can somebody say Amen?

And I look to the sky And I ask these questions

Yes, I feel something I don’t understand

Can somebody say Amen?

Amen for the drivers in their garbage trucks

Amen for our mothers, for the lust to fuck

Amen for the child with innocent eyes

Amen for Kevorkian and the right to die

Amen for NASA, The NSA It’s all a front anyway

Amen for Marilyn Manson, Saddam Hussein

Amen for America and the Milky Way.

Amen for Elvis, for Betty Page

Amen for Gloria Steinham and Ronald Reagan

Amen for O.J., Clinton too

Amen for the Republican witch hunt coup

Amen for Gandhi, for Malcolm X

Amen for the uprising of the weaker sex

Amen for Babylon, the third world’s call

Amen for the unity of us all

Amen, Amen, Amen

And I am not unique.

We are all leave on this great big tree

This tree that is life, that is God, that is you, that is me

And I lie under my tree like the Buddhas before and after me

And I ask the stars, “What for?”

Yes, I feel something I can’t explain

A light that flickers off and on again

And I look to the sky And I ask these questions

Yes, I feel something I don’t understand

Oh, can somebody say Amen?

Paula Cole 2 Lifetimes

We were born into this life to cry and yearn and learn and die.

We lose the plot, we play the parts,

But only once we have this heart,

This chance between…

2 lifetimes, constellations-sparkling-lectric-energy,

The pull between,

2 lifetimes, take my hand and walk upon the path with me,

Reality, is love.

All we leave behind is lost,

Just things to gather lust and dust.

The house for sale, the grand estates,

The echoes of the somebodies,

Who sought love in…

2 lifetimes, constellations-sparkling-lectric-energy,

The pull between,

2 lifetimes, blessed holy moment in the unity,

The most sacred thing,

2 lifetimes, take my hand and walk upon the path with me,

Reality,

2 lifetimes, rivers under bridges past and future meet,

The way between…

2 lifetimes.

All that lives is love.

Paula Cole Carmen

Carmen, i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know if i can go back

carmen i’ll never be never be never be the same again

carmen [x6]

the way you set the table

the way you lean to tell me something soft

the way i can see into you

the way you tell me i talk too much about myself

it’s true i talk too much about myself

but right now all i wanna talk about is you now

carmen, i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know if i can go back

carmen i’ll never be never be never be the same again

carmen [x6]

i love the way you think

is it biological or all the acid

you’ve eaten

just take me into your body

i wanna be drunk i wanna be high

i wanna be drunk i wanna be high on you

carmen, i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know if i can go back

carmen i’ll never be never be never be the same again

carmen [x6]

i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know

i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know

if i can go go go go go go go go back home

i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know

i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know

if i can be seen again

Paula Cole Sorrow-On-The-Hudson

Saturn returned to Aries and my star rose and rose,

I found my little town shoes walking down a red carpet,

Naively placed by flashing bulbs.

At school we were lovers then reunited in the eye of this storm,

But love and luck collided and I followed the work,

Arm in arm at the shining top but crumbling inside,

Smiling for the public but still holding back the nervous breakdowns.

Saturn returned to Aries and my love dove and dove.

The separation ache forked our way,

And you silently withheld.

With trust and courage we confessed to a steely-eyed counselor,

But it was too late we had paved our fate,

An abyss behind Saturn’s door.

There’s a sorrow on that Hudson,

There’s an eagle who is flying looking for

a single treetop to alight and make her nest.

Saturn returned to Aries in this house I bought for two,

So cavernous and lonely in this ivory tower,

Here without you.

Oh pain my teacher, my embittered friend,

Here you come to guide me again and again and again.

And I look outside my window and all I see is you:

Sorrow-on-the-Hudson, sunsets withering West,

I wake up, palpitations screaming in my breast,

I will get over this, I will grow past you,

Sorrow-on-the-Hudson show me what to do.

There’s a sorrow on that Hudson,

There’s an Indian who’s crying to the buildings

that are built upon his fathers’ fathers.

There’s a me who dying in your cold and mighty waters.

Paula Cole Saturn Girl

Lost in another world, oh Saturn, Saturn Girl.

Far away, ot an infinite world I escape

I’m clear and calm, I’m unafraid.

Sunless days, in my sheltered Milky Way

In Saturn’s rings I feel no pain.

In my heart, in my head

Oh, Saturn Girl has always bled

No you’re not, from this world

Saturn Girl.

I can’t explain, why I don’t belong to the same world

I don’t fit in, and I will not stay.

I want to fly, oh I long for my violet skies

My astral nights, my peace of mind.

[Chorus]

Lost in another world, oh Saturn, Saturn Girl.

Saturn Girl, I’d rather be lost in my empyrean world

Than be down on earth.

[Chorus]

Everybody tries to break my dreams to break through,

They don’t believe in my words, they don’t believe in my world.

“Oh you’re lost in another world,

Oh you’re lost you Saturn Girl, oh you crazy girl,

Oh you Saturn Girl…”

[Chorus]