LYRICS


 

Ron Thal "Hermit" CD

HERMIT
(title track from the "Hermit" CD 1997)

I don't want money or a thing
For what I was and what I am and what I'll ever be
I don't need to be overground
I don't need to give away my life or make a sound
All I ever wanted was the thing I couldn't find

Oh I tried to get away - run away, far away
Something kept me in my place - so I stayed and remained

I don't wanna make a judgment call
Take a stand or make demands or try to please you all
All I wanted was the truth and that I couldn't find

Oh I tried to get away - run away, far away
But my shadow followed me - every place, kept my pace
Well I don't belong anyway
Well I missed my call - what a shame

I don't want much of anything
Everything I got I earned through pain and suffering
I don't want you numberin' my days
I don't want you trying to immortalize my name
All I ever wanted was a little peace of mind

In all eyes ugliness was my face - a disgrace
Recognized lowly mess in my place - what a waste
Well I don't belong anyway
Well I missed my call - what a shame

And what I have you can't touch or see
All I have I got from God and that's all I need
All I ever really wanted was to stay inside

Well I tried to believe I was freed - in the lead
Yeah, I thought I could succeed - but it's not my need
Something there was in my way so I stayed - stood in place
Where forever I'll remain - it was not my way

All I wanted was a feeling like I'm warm inside

 

FATBACK
(taken from the "Hermit" CD   1997)

I had a friend - he had a big behind
And from a mountaintop he tried to fly

Fatback laughed all the time
Lost his step on high climb
Broke his fall with his spine
On the ground Fatback died

He couldn't make it but you know he tried
Poor belly couldn't make it up that slide

CHORUS

Last thing I told him was to watch his step and follow me
And as he dropped he said "You'll like me better as a memory"
I yelled back down "A pancake doesn't make very good company"
And then he opened up and spread his butter, syrup, and jelly
And all the multi-legged neighbors came a-runnin'
To see the buffet and they all ended their hungries
And the animals rejoiced and lived happily-ever-after

 

FREAK
(taken from the "Hermit" CD  1997)

Yo, look away look away or he'll blind your eyes
Avoid the monsta shun the nature he defies
He aint no little boy he's an accident
Might be a medical toy - an experiment
Gone bad - has the head of an animal
On his last leg with the mind of a vegetable
He's interruptin' the game - standin' by the wall
He's limpin' through the courtyard - they drop the ball

I am the meek
Pathetic geek
For all you see - I am, I'm the freak
And when I'm weak
I'm more than you at your peak
And when I wear your face, I show you who's the freak

Ah, you better not get too close - he's a cannibal
Don't even say his name - it's unspeakable
He's got the social skill of a 1 year old
But he can tolerate pain like a cannonball
I never saw him but I hear he's a bad mutation
Some kinda offspring of a landfill creation
And if the word is true he looks like you all
He cleared the park out - he's alone with your basketball

CHORUS

zp zp dribble drool the ball - no one knows how you can
Slam it on the rim ram it like that jammin' by the wall
You contaminate the park
You quarantine the ball
You can stay until it's dark and take home the ball

CHORUS

 

SWEETMEAT
(taken from the "Hermit" CD  1997)

My engine is blown
My balance is thrown
I pushed myself up the hill
And fell to the kill

I degenerate
Collapsed at my gate
I challenged my weakened knees
And fell to disease
The higher we climb the wall
The longer the fall

The decline, the defeat
The decay pickled me
Like a vinegar bath in a jar
Just like flies livin' off the sweetmeat

Have you met my dead friend, Swollen, the head?
Have I introduced you to my lung friend, The Flu?

But friends that won't leave
Steal the air you breathe
They eat up your final food
None left for you
With smiling friends like these
Who needs enemies

CHORUS

And more with every hour that came, I sank down

With smiling friends like these
There will be no peace

 

I CAN'T PLAY THE BLUES
(taken from the "Hermit" CD  1997)

I play as fast as I can - I'm the Gingerbread Man
With a fast hand - won't ya kick me outta your band
I only play for me - I'm the king of Unity
I'm a team of one - a defective hired gun

I play like a ham, well that makes me Spam
And then I wonder why nobody ever wants to jam
Cause ya feel like a pawn in a volume war
And I'm the only one who bothers keeping score

Because I got no feel - I got no emotion
My riffs aren't real - I just go through the motions
I'm fulla tricks and trinkets that I always use
I aint got much choice - I can't play the blues

And just in case I'm in a finger race
I keep it up and I keep pretending that I win the chase
But if ya play faster than the speed of light (according to Einstein)
Ya go back in time - and end up in the 80's

With our big hair
Jackets with fringes
Stretch pants
Mascara
Choreographed kicking

You got a big laugh outta 70's disco
But you became the same by a different name
Ya forgot to change your calendar 10 years in a row
Now ya can't find the pace of the new game

I play it like a ham, yeah with lots of spice
I'm the Son Of Spam in a block of ice
Yeah, I can't lay back - I get all confused
And if I slow it down you'll see the riffs I already used

CHORUS

Yeah I actually believe that if I wail up and down a scale
Then the world is gonna get up on their feet and yell...
"Hail Ronald! Hail Ronald!
Take your big head and go to Hail, Ronald!"

Yeah, I can't lay back - I get all confused
And if I slow it down you'll see the riffs I already used
I play like a ham, well that makes me Spam
And then I wonder why nobody ever wants to jam

CHORUS

 

GRAY
(taken from the "Hermit" CD   1997)

I never thought that I would belong
And I would get along with me
I heard the things you said
Filled my empty head - drank my cup of tea

Nothing is OK
All things turn to gray

The sun is low and so am I
It took with it the seeing light
And nothing seems to be OK
When all things turn to gray

I find that pure is the mind
But spoken words can lie once they've gone astray
When I'm here I can't think or feel - nothing here is real
Can't find the words when there's nothing left to say

Nothing is OK
All things turn to gray

The sun is low and so am I
It took with it the seeing light
And nothing seems to be OK
When senses dull me into gray

My time is gone - my time is done
I missed my chance - I miss the sun
I'm standing in a room of one
I'm waiting for the light to come

And nothing seems to be OK
When all things turn to gray

Nothing is OK

 

UNSOUND
(taken from the "Hermit" CD   1997)

In her whisper I can see what was unclear
See the daylight break the dark and disappear
In the whisper, Unsound filled the air

In her shadow I found light to direct me
To the doorway where I saw her there waiting
In the whisper, Unsound filled the air

Tasted sweet, like ashes, on my tongue I keep
Burning words she whispered ignited softly in my ear
In the whisper, Unsound filled the air

 

GOODBYE
(taken from the "Hermit" CD   1997)

I watched the sun go down today
I didn't know it was so bright
I tried but I couldn't pull away
Painted my squinting face with light

I watched the sun go down today
I watched the sun go down today
And as the daylight fades away
I say goodbye to yesterday

I saw my life flash by my eyes
Retasted 27 cakes
I saw the whole world pass me by
Relived a lifetime of mistakes

CHORUS

I felt a dying sun's decay
I knew how empty was the sky
It slipped away through my embrace
I tried but couldn't hold that tight

I watched the sun go down today
I watched the sun go down today
And as I watch the fading light
To ending days I say goodbye

 

ROWBOAT
(taken from the "Hermit" CD   1997)

Sand and wind burns the back of my throat
I fell while standing on my rowboat
Salt water tightens on my skin coat
I drowned - my head smacked to the rowboat

I floated through the plains of sea - an old pork chop greeted me
It was thankful for the company of a dead man who once might have ate him

I miss my rowboat - left it on the shore 10 feet above me

I never noticed the chipped paint on the bottom
And now I get to see things from a different view
The sea did vandalize with natural shades of green
Under what circumstance would I ever have had the opportunity to find out?

True pond scum always rises to the top of the water
I, on the other hand, am false pond scum and remain below

I swim the seven liquid gallows
I'm furniture for budding tadpoles
Sock-sogged and waterlogged I slow-bloat
One with the bog - fate sailed my rowboat

I'd kiss you but my lips are feed for tuna getting back at me
I am the Ronald-Of-the-Sea in a swimsuit that no longer fits me
I'd love you but my brain is cheese - my body's 59 degrees
And if I could I'd surely sneeze 'cause my nose is filled with red snapper

I'd hold you but my arms are weak - this whole thing won't help my physique
And to my neighbors I'm a freak - they're a fish hook, an old shoe and... (???)
I'd sing to you but I can't make sounds - there are no more bubbles in my mouth
And when I said I would head South to retire I meant Florida

I'm running out of words to sing - this fading out is a good thing
La da di da da da da da...

 

HANGUP
(taken from the "Hermit" CD  1997)

Guess who calls you up sometimes and then hangs up the phone
You wonderin' if you did wrong to someone you know
I only call you when I think you won't be home
But when I hear your voice I hang up the telephone

In my imagination I know what to say
Deep in my mental antisocial games I play
I want to talk to you but I can't get past your sweet hello
And when I hear your voice I hang up the telephone

It would be quite advantageous if I could be more courageous
So many things I want to tell you, maybe someday I may just
I always call you when I'm feelin' all alone
But when I hear your voice I hang up the telephone

What do I do when I call you up? (Hang up!)

I pretend I'm talkin' and my voice sounds like a dial tone
Can't deal with it or without it, my excuse is dry as bone
I go to pieces and my blood turns into fire - ha
I'm burnin' up inside consumed by my own desire
I wanna get with you but you'll never love a liar
I am the loser - the abuser of the wire

I'm holdin' on to you by hangin' on your stiffing drone
But when I hear your voice I fall into a silent hole
I only call you when I think you won't be home
But when I hear your voice I hang up the telephone

What do I do when I call you up? (Hang up!)
hello?

 

EVERYTIME I SHAKE MY HEAD (IT'S LIKE CHRISTMAS)
(taken from the "Hermit" CD  1997)

Everytime I shake my head
It's like Christmas
Was it coincidence or incidents
That had me wearing white shirts all the time

Every time I shake my head
It's Kris Kringle
And every time I brush my hair
Bells jingle

Itching leads to scratching leads to scalp chunk in my nails
My shampoo fails
My hopes and hairs run down the drain
(what a pain)
It's not meant to be Christmas all the time

It's 93 degrees outside
And it's snowing
I'm Mr. Unsure lacking pride
And it's showing

Shaking heads are flaking
Dead skin on my shoulders
All the older shineheads point and giggle at my plight
(and that aint right)
It's not meant to be Christmas all the time

Call it HARassed or harASSED
I've been embarrassed in the past
And now at last I've given up on reason
(not on rhyme)
It's not meant to be Christmas all the time

 


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