Above It All Music and lyrics by Eric Rasmussen. All instruments played by Eric Rasmussen, including the guiro. Song unfortunately also sung by Eric Rasmussen.
Yellow ice is forming On the windows of New York tonight Summer's really gone You sleep with your gun without closing your eyes You fall asleep in your taxi A song disappearing under a train Take a smoke from a needle Can't even see your face for your own brain
You stirred it up in a bathtub Blue dry and a bucket of ice And you filled every wound Not a thought sliding from your side
But then one day I know You could find the joy of a woman And the one that you want Is an angel with her hair cut off She's so shy you can't touch her and she Makes you question your convictions
What's the matter driver Is there something sliding from your view? Did the woman you love turn around and run away from you? Are you sick with experience And your eyes turning blood into wine Will the world go to hell And will you fall in behind?
Find yourself aiming a pistol At the sun at the end of the day There is no east or west in this Nothing to guide your way?
Only one day I know You could know the joy of a life You don't have much to hang it on Nothing you can call your own But you won't ever die Or even see the end of day
What's the matter driver Did you never hear your body fall? Because the moment they got you You were already above it all
(Originally posted June 27, 2007)