Abulum

by Glen Phillips

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released January 1, 2002

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  • May 23
    Santa Barbara, CA
  • May 31
    Richmond, VA

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Track Name: Careless
You grew up alone in a big empty house
With a pool and a maid, mom and dad always out
And I always thought that you had it so good
Just imagine my surprise when they blew off the roof

And I couldn’t be more careless
You’re probably dead and I’m just embarrassed

From out of of the fire and into a flame
When you got to skinny you moved to LA
Just a regular city dropped from a great height
And the millions inside just along for the ride

Well I couldn’t be more careless
You’re probably dead and I’m just embarrassed

To be the one who always had it nice
With not a clue and too much advice

Well I’ll let you live your life, you let me live mine
So whatever you need it’s just fine, it’s just fine
You’ve been here before, probably be back again
Till the hair of that dog is too frayed at both ends

And I couldn’t be more careless
You’re probably dead and I’m just embarrassed
Track Name: Men Just Leave
She came from Austin, Texas
She liked his custom van and his pit bull Francis
Even when he took a chunk out of her hand
They liked to dance in the desert and screw in the sand
He said they’d always be together
But when her belly got big she never saw him again

One and one ends up to be three
Don’t need to have love don’t need to be sweet
But when the air gets heavy and it’s hard to breathe
The women get stuck and the men just leave

Well they were high school sweethearts from Portland, Maine.
He was a writers-block poet
And though she’d never read a line, she still had faith
They ended up in La Jolla
She sold Mary Kay
He dreamed about getting published
But when her belly got big he just ran away

One and one ends up to be three
Don’t need to have love don’t need to be sweet
But when the air gets heavy and it’s hard to breathe
The women get stuck and the men just leave

There’s a place in the desert where the men all meet
Park their vans in the shade
Talk about Kerouac and the works of the beats
They let their dogs play together
Drink beer and they sing
They’ve all got a secret treasure
Wallet picture in their pocket of the kid they never see

One and one ends up to be three
Don’t need to have love don’t need to be sweet
But when the air gets heavy and it’s hard to breathe
The women get stuck and the men just leave
The women get strong and the men just leave
Track Name: Back On My Feet
I’ve been angry and I have strayed
I’ve said words I never thought that I could say
You were sadly sweet like an old bar song
But I’ll be back up on my feet before too long

You could say you wanted me if I said it first
The words rang hollow and the emptiness became a thirst
Now I could drink those words, they would make me strong
And I’d be back up on my feet before too long

If you’d met me now
You never would have stuck around
You never would have stuck around

So I will lay me down by the salty sea
And let the water pull the sand over my body
To wash me clean like a river stone
And I’ll be back up on my feet before you know it
Yeah I’ll be back up on my feet before too long
Before too long
Track Name: Fred Meyers
I want to see you some time, come find me, I’ll be home
I’m just between the Costco and the Barnes and Noble
Behind the Mom and Pop grocery that shut down in the 90’s
Like all the other locals, they smashed the dreams of the hopeful

I’m getting off track, sorry. So, like I said, right in there
It was a Fredrick Meyers, sold everything from fruit to tires
Check in with the doorman, and old biker named Slim
Just say your’re here to see me and don’t forget to tip him

One hand must wash the other
Each man must be a brother
Band up and take cover

We’ll go dancing, set fires, tag buildings, slash tires
Drive go-karts like Shriners
Or just hang out at Fred Meyers

Bring a lantern with you, it gets dark in places
Walk up the escalator to the section that was kid’s wear
I’m at the back wall, left side, under a sign says “Levis”
Top bunk, second row. If I’m not in right then ask around
Somebody will know
‘Cause everybody knows me here

One hand must wash the other
Each man must be a brother
Band up and take cover

We’ll go dancing, set fires, tag buildings, slash tires
Drive go-karts like Shriners
Or just hang out at Fred Meyers
We’ll go out babe, skateboarding, go looting for food hoarding
Whatever you desire
We could just stay in my bed at Fred Meyers

One hand must wash the other
Each man must be a brother
Band up and take cover

We’ll go dancing, set fires, tag buildings, slash tires
Heal sick kids like Shriners
Or just hang out at Fred Meyers
We’ll go out babe, drink moonshine, tip rubble on the East side
Dig deep holes to China
We could just stay in my bed at Fred Meyers
Why don’t we just stay in my bed at Fred Meyers
Track Name: My Own Town
You all went away and left me alone
And now there’s nobody around anymore
Just a big empty house on a big empty street
In a big empty town in a big empty state

The radio’s dead and the streets are blocked off
And I’m through smashing windows and trying to get lost
I read a few books but they just made me sad
There’s nobody to talk to about what I read

Heaven knows why I’m around
Heaven knows what keeps me here
There is nothing that can keep me down
Nothing left to fear
It’s my town now
My own town
But I wish you were here

I’m wondering if I should learn how to fly
A police helicopter would be a good way to die
I’d be a fireball come crashing, leaving nothing but ashes
Bald spot on the globe like nothing ever had happened here

Heaven knows why I’m around
But heaven, it can’t keep me here
There is nothing that can keep me down
Nothing left to fear
It’s my town now
My own town
But I wish you were here
Track Name: It Takes Time
Water’s getting deeper
And I can’t feel my feet
I keep on bailing buckets
But it flows right back to me

Everything is put away
The children are asleep
But the water’s getting deeper
And I can’t feel my feet

Oh, this is gonna take time
How am I gonna make time

Everything seems different
The colors all look strange
And light comes down in shafts here
Underneath the waves

But everything is in its place
The children are asleep
The water’s getting deeper
And I can’t feel my feet

Oh, this is gonna take time
How am I gonna make time

I am provider
But providence has been swayed
And by design
Nothing is ever the same
I thought that time
Had only one way to go
I learned how to swim
But not to breathe underwater

Oh, this is gonna take time
How am I gonna make time

I can’t feel my feet
I can’t feel my feet
Track Name: Drive By
I was the driver for the drive-by of the neighbor’s dog
Dad had always hated him and he said “Come on son,
“Get into the Vega now and I’ll go get my shotgun”

It was a military holiday and kids were everywhere
I hid behind the steering wheel and tried to disappear
I tried to speak but couldn’t, dad was whistling and drinking beer

And I prayed: Dear God, if you save this dog
I will never get high, I will never jack off
I will do all the things that I should but have not
I’ll be a good boy from now on

We turned around the corner soon and saw the neighbor’s yard
Dad lit up a cigarette and rolled his window down
And grinning like an idiot he stuck his head and body out

And I prayed: Dear God, if you save this dog
I will never get high, I will never jack off
I will be all the things that I should but am not
I’ll be a good boy from now on
I’ll be a good boy from now on

Well he popped in a shell and took aim with the gun
Then a flash and a bang and the dog, it was gone....

It jumped up and ran away
Dad had shot right through it’s chain

Dad said “Take me to the Dairy Queen, I want to have a shake”
We sipped them on the benches there and stared out on the lake
And Dad has never said another word about that day

I hope you’re not disappointed, God
‘Cause I still get high and I still jack off
And you knew I was lying but you still saved that dog
You’re such a good God
Such a good, good God
And I say Hallelujah
I’ll be a good boy from now on
Track Name: Darkest Hour
If I lose my faith
Just remind me, just remind me
When my shadow's longer
Stay beside me till it's brighter
How easy I forget
How beautiful to see you once again

In my darkest hour I will be freed

When I close my eyes
I hope to find you, I hope to find you
When I leave my body
I want to be ready, willing like you were
I sat beside you then
I felt the warmth as it left your hands

In my darkest hour I will be freed

I've been waiting so long
That waiting was the end
Let this sleeper awaken again

In my darkest hour I will be freed
Track Name: Professional Victim
It took five neighbors to get him in the hall
Down the three flights of stairs and out the building’s door
I know that it’s easy to say that it couldn’t be worse
But now she’s in her apartment
Alone for the first time since the last jerk

Once you let them get to you it never washes off
‘Cause they can smell the weak ones and just
Pick you off like a pigeon
And each one is worst than the last one
Until you’re a professional victim

You get everything backwards learning how to survive
Put the little wounds first and let the big ones fester for life
You’ve done it enough you would think that you know what you need
But it doesn’t get any better when you’ve got such an eye for the bad seed

Once you let them get to you it never washes off
‘Cause they can smell the weak ones and just
Pick you off like a pigeon
And each one is worst than the last one
Until you’re a professional victim

And if you take a look you can see the cracks
In the story told where the logic lacks
All the pretty girls and the stupid boys
Make the same mistakes until they’ve got no choice

Once you get the stink on you it never washes off
‘Cause they can smell the weak ones and just
Pick you off like a pigeon
And each one is worst than the last one
Until you’re a professional victim
Track Name: Train Wreck
She looked just like a train wreck
That could have been avoided
In a third-world country
By a long stretch of farmland
Where the water had run high
And run the topsoil down the river
So that next year there would be no crops

She was as desperate as a salesman
At a company that’s folding
But they haven’t told the staff yet
That they’re bankrupt and backordered
And they’re funneling the pensions to the CEO’s back pocket
So in one year they’ll have nothing

I miss you girl
I hope you’re fine
Good luck, love
Or goodbye

She’s the girl from central casting
Always played the sweet young orphan
Or the hooker with the heart of gold
But she got her SAG card pulled
And turns tricks down on Cahuenga
And she tells herself it’s research
For her next and greatest role

I miss you girl
I hope you’re fine
Good luck, love
Or goodbye

She calls you up just to hear you say she’s fine
Then she’s gone away
And you know there’s only one more time
You’ll hear of her again

It’s life informing art informing life again
Like every stupid kid
Who thinks that they’re the first in pain
The first to rip themselves apart
The first to try and live without a heart

I miss you girl
I hope you’re fine
Good luck, love
Or goodbye

I want to see your face
Even hear your lies
Good luck girl
Or goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Track Name: Maya
I want the woman who would want me
Velvet temple of her body
But seeing lovers crushed together
Doesn’t make things any better

Maya, maya
Kiss me through the veil
I won’t be ungrateful

I see angels gathered round me
Lips of raspberry, breasts of honey
Tear me open, sanctify me
Find the beauty that’s dying inside me

Maya, maya
Kiss me through the veil
I won’t be ungrateful

Oh, this hunger of this body is insatiable
Ever wanting
Tear me open, rip it from me
Fill me up again
Or give me nothing

Maya, maya
Kiss me through the veil
I won’t be ungrateful
Track Name: Sleep Of The Blessed
Well I’ve done it again
Made spectacular claims
And have lied in the name of a good love
And I think I recall
Someone brought me here
But the memory’s not clear of just who it was
A good love, a good love

You define yourself by your company
By the promises you make
And the ones that you keep

Sleep the sleep of the blessed
Dream the dreams of the whole
And forget when you wake
How far you’ve fallen down below

You could blow me a kiss
If you think it brings luck
It’s the faith that makes it work
So what the fuck, why not

Sleep the sleep of the blessed
Dream the dreams of the whole
And forget when you wake
How far we’ve fallen down below
Down from a good love
We had a good, good love