Good Fences

by Sleeping Cranes

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All songs written by A.J. Ward
Produced by A.J. Ward
Mixed and mastered by Greg Mikels at Ishgnu Studios in Springfield, IL
Artwork by Molly Bramley

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released August 19, 2008

A.J. Ward (vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass guitar, harmonica)
Aaron Horath (drums)
Jill Haxel (violin)
Tony Colantino (mandolin)
Greg Mikels (slide guitar, piano)

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Track Name: Glass
The sleeping Jesus was clothed in art
With giant arms, and a giant heart
Rolled down the hill, a ball of snow
When the weather went cold and the mourning craved hope
The preaching Jesus, with a carpet bag
A microphone, and a book of glass
Filled up with sawdust and painted black
To placate the suffering and the hope that they lack
Ooh, put your questions in your pockets, drop your coins
And this baby boy will save you
Ooh, be guided by the preaching arson's voice
And this baby boy will save you
The weeping Jesus carries his shame
Before the shields of the barricade
Nailed up by his exclusive pain
His bones wrung of hope only to entertain
The speaking Jesus patrols the night
Glorified in the polluted light
Shielding the stars in the loose lipped sky
From the weeping widows with no hope in their eyes
Ooh, put your questions in your pockets, drop your coins
And this baby boy will save you
Ooh, be guided by the preaching arson's voice
And this baby boy will save you
The saving Jesus, he clasps the hand
Of every blind and starving man
And says your thirst is for his holy land
And douses in hope those who fill his demands
The dying Jesus, for his good name
Many men would greet the same fate
One criminal, God's breath on the earth
Pulled about by his strings to give hope to the world
Track Name: Shake Off Your Ghosts
Here are your anchors, take your promises and bets
Here's your fever, yours to accentuate with cigarettes
Will I watch your smile go up in smoke, or did your trials evoke
A half a mind to turn it all around?
I knew you'd end up letting me down
And in your days spent smiling on the coast
Did the ocean drink up all your sense and the things you'd come to love the most?
Have you drowned all of your ailments, have you shaken off your ghosts?
With that quick adhesive heart, I can't imagine why anyone would get too close
Here's your fever, I haven't thought of you in days
Here's your alcohol, yours to drink or yours to waste
Can I make my ears refuse your mouth, or am I lying to myself?
I've got half a mind to turn it all around
I'm tired of feeling like I always let you down
And in your days spent smiling on the coast
Did the ocean drink up all your sense and the things you'd come to love the most?
Have you drowned all of your ailments, have you shaken off your ghosts?
With that quick adhesive heart, I can't imagine why anyone would get too close
So find a nice lush to keep your bed warm
He won't ask where you've been, he'll just weather the storm
Summer's breath is imminent, it's crawling through your veins
It's building walls and burning bridges, and I'm headed back the way I came
Track Name: New York City
You've got my hands tied, and you've wrapped your anchors around my legs
And these alleged wings do nothing for my shoulder blades
You've got me courting the very brink of consumption
With your flinch and a fleeting touch and every marathon that your tongue runs
So get, get, get, where you're going
Don't waste any time, my dear, buckle, he disappears
Will you let me be your anchor?
Inhibitions to the left and right, just get where you're going
You only find me treading in the fifth you call escape
In a desperate attempt to forget a wandering iris that can't dilate
When the last of your thoughts are still fresh and gleaming on your teeth
I'll close my eyes as words slip inside and replace the brain that's falling to my feet
Get, get, get, where you're going
Don't waste any time, my dear, buckle, he disappears
Will you let me be your anchor?
Inhibitions to the left and right, just get where you're going tonight
Track Name: Sewing Song
The rain waltzed in on the heels of the spring, and it polished my baby eyes
And I didn't get a lot of sleep, but I learned how to speak in the week I spent on God's time
I scribbled and I sprinted and I scrubbed up my hands, and I cleaned out my head
But with each measured twitch of its steady, steady hands, the standard clock dragged me in again
The world's gonna give you what it damn well wants
And you don't have to be content
But if you make friends with your misery, it'll swallow you up
And your anchors are all that you will be left with
The telephone lines were left split, spitting and screaming, and the news died at our doors
But our bones didn't crumble, our lungs still pumped without our TVs or department stores
I tossed out my plans and I tore up some ties that I might try to sew up later
But for now, it seems good fences will make for the very best neighbors
The world's gonna give you what it damn well wants
And you don't have to be content
But if you make friends with your misery, it'll swallow you up
And your anchors are all that you will be left with
Summer wipes its feet on the welcome mat
We watch the waves as they leap and collapse
And Grace is smiling with her feet under the tide
Like Corey said, "Goddamn, it's great to be alive."
Track Name: Sleep Carefully
I fell asleep outside your bedroom door
Opposite blankets on your bedroom floor
That you'd stuffed under gaps to fight the creeping cold
You slipped folded letters through a keyhole
And I'd decipher your cursive and your capitals
So I could polarize and steal sentiment from song
You fell asleep beside your open book
Where love is a cliche and a redundant hook
But your dreams are still wrapped around it, anyway
You placed your head upon your pillowcase
Slipped into dreams that I can't seem to face
Sleeping carefully, praying you won't wake alone
I paced up and down your staircase
And whittled all the words you didn't say
Into little anchors, just enough to drag me down
They say we draw our destinies with our own hands
But really our pencils never move the way we plan
So we just hope to end with something we can love
The peeking sun found me at your doorway
Gave me a blanket and sent me on my way
And I knocked once more to be sure everything was alright
You pushed a crinkled paper through the keyhole
That said "We can't be certain that the door will always be closed"
I dropped the blanket and laid back down on the floor
Track Name: Que Sera Sera
There's a man inside a speeding car, careening toward the south
He loves the taste of the tobacco as it tumbles around his mouth
He loves the way the smoke clouds his green eyes
And how no one can recognize him
There's a girl with a telephone underneath a dreaming tree
Her old mirrors are in a landfill, they didn't know how to deceive
She'd rather live amongst the leaves
Than except that one day they'll fall
And the copycat suburbs keep sprawling
And the politicians are still sleeping in
And the muck rakers are trapped in an apathetic cataract
But don't get upset, it's just the human condition
There's a poet with a suitcase sitting on a bullet train
He tosses shredded bits of blueprints out the window to the rain
A couple drops, they grab his hands
But he just shakes them off and smiles to himself
And there's an activist with a fashion sense in a loft in NYC
Her heart is callous but not stricken with the plague of apathy
She fights for winter's right to reign
When November rolls around
And the president's practicing Darwin
While his podium proclaims his faith
Sea levels may be on the rise, perfect strangers may have to die
But don't let it get to you, don't you believe in fate?
There's a kid closing the blinds inside of his house
He's got his nose inside a bible, and his foot crammed in his mouth
The vibrations from the shells can't reach his bones through the sturdy walls
And of the death upon his doorstep, he just shrugs, says "Que Sera, Sera"
There's a ghost up in the attic, screaming down the staircase
He says, "Tomorrow's just a wishing well the depth of your pockets dictate
So be sure to ask a lot of questions of the cross and clocks you kneel beneath."
But the world, they cannot hear him over the roar of their new TVs
And the news stations keep pouring us whiskey
And the salesmen keep counting their money
And the statistics huddle up inside their tiny, freezing huts
Because, goddamn it, that's democracy
Track Name: You Come Too
We saw the sun crawl up and spill over the trees
We saw the last of the stars pack their things and flee
And we sat on the stairs by the sea
And listened to the water neglect to speak
We saw the sun call clouds to its side
We saw a light bathed beach grayed by the tide
We saw the line where the earth and summer collide
And if you don't believe in me, then that makes at least two
I know life's not like your fairy tales, but I'd still like to believe that it's true
Ooh, you come too
I don't wanna be without you
Rested our weary bones atop the ocean's face
We kept our bodies warm under the waves easy pace
And for that moment we abandoned the chase
With our fingers spun like twine, the world just had to wait
We saw the sun pull its covers up tight around its eyes
We saw the cautious legs of stars creep their way back into the skies
I took your hand in mine, and felt your palm's carved lines
And I prayed that the creases of our hands would coincide
And if you don't believe in me, then that makes at least two
I know life's not like your fairy tales, but I'd still like to believe that it's true
Ooh, you come too
I don't wanna be without you
So please dear, believe in me, I know I believe in you
I've got no idea what love is, but I'd like to find out with you
Ooh, you come too
I don't wanna be without you