doctor told me

[[ standard blues form, kind of an old couple blues:

In the verses, the doctor says it looks like something's wrong with the singer's heart, brain, and blood in a literal/physical sense, and then the singer's partner says they could have told you that, with more figurative implications about the singer's heart, mind, and family/ancestry.

In the bridge, the singer checks the medicine cabinet, where you look in the mirror (examine yourself) and of course keep your medicine.

In the chorus, the singer says what all those pills are for, what they do in a literal or figurative sense.

]]

verses:

doctor told me

you've got a bad bad heart

doctor told me

you've got a bad bad heart

[[woman/baby/?]] told me

baby

I could have told you that from the start

doctor told me

nothing but trouble in your blood

doctor told me

nothing but trouble in your blood

[[woman/baby/?]] told me

baby

before you were born you were no damn good

doctor told me

there's a dark spot in your brain

doctor told me

there's a dark spot in your brain

[[woman/baby/?]] told me

baby

It's like I told you again and again

bridge:

let's check the medicine cabinet

let's check the medicine cabinet

first the mirror

then look inside

chorus:

I take

a pill

to make

my heart

beat slower

a pill

to make

my blood

run colder

a pill

to bring

me back

from the dead

I take

a pill

to make

the pres-

sure lower

a pill

to make

me one

day older

a pill

to get

[[me/her/him/you]] out

of my head

intentional love song 19: rescue

wounded in a corner, you sit

crumpled on the floor, you sit

slumped at the bar, you sit

falling through a door

into another country

and sending all the messages home

what will become of your soul?

where will it fly to now?

go through your inventory

let your anger roar

jealousy, lust, and fear

we've seen it all before

tick, tick, tick

the source of your fear, in here

a stack of curled bones, in here

a bundle of nerves, in here

sending out runners

to the ends of your senses

and sending all the messages home

what will become of your soul?

where will it fly to now?

you want me now 

to come to the rescue

the jaws of life opening 

wide to extricate you

tick, tick, tick

extricate your soul 

from the wreck of your heart?

as if ever the two
could be teased apart!

tigers in the garden

Tigers are golden and glow in the dark.

Tigers are hungry and feed on the heart.

Look at our garden, row upon row,

each living thing bred to feed us.

Look at our garden, freak after freak,

everything engineered by us.

I was dreaming animals 

returning to the garden

dreaming peacocks 

parading on the lawn

dreaming butterflies

hovering over long grass 

dreaming herds of animals

moving through the garden

When tigers arrived 

this was our history

When tigers arrived

tiger wrapped tiger 

tiger round me

This was our garden

tigers - run round the tree

tigers - turn into ghee

tigers - chase tigers chase

tigers - all melt away

look at our garden now

Tigers are golden and glow in the dark.
Tigers are hungry and feed on the heart.

Thousand-pound tigers

walk in the woods,

each claw as big as a knife.

Thousand-pound tigers

drop from the trees,

waiting to swallow your life.

Tigers the size of 

tigers the size of 

tigers the size of 

tigers the size of life.

Uh-oh, who invited God?

Big voice walking in the cool of day

saying get out of here, get out of here

Big voice telling us be on your way

saying get out of here, get out of here

the time between

what they wanted
was to trap it,

diagram it
get the coordinates
but that's where the trouble starts.

all we wanted
was to cut the tension

break the silence
excavate the evidence

signs that we were still alive

to pass the time between

when we were children 

when we were grown

to pass the time between

when we were smoking teens

when we were smoking teens

we put out cigarettes 

on our skin

we carved our arms

with kitchen scissors

we wanted ugly
wanted ugly

to cut through the angry

to cut through the sad

to punish ourselves

for being so bad

to show you

this is how much 

this skin can hurt

this is how much 

this nothing hurts
this is how much

cut the tension

break the silence

dig up evidence that we were still alive

cut the tension

break the silence

excavate the evidence

we are alive

intentional love song 4: this demon love

imagine a demon 

controlling your heart

closing the valves 

and pulling them apart

the demon in your heart 

opens a door 

to see who shows

the demon in your heart 

opens a door 

to see who goes

this demon love 

that lives in your heart

beats out the rhythm

where all loves start

beats out the fire

that made your love burn

starts a new fire

because you never learn

X-ray Tex

someone run and get me 

an x-ray technician

think I see a shadow on my heart

someone run and get me 

some self-medication

think I see a shadow on my heart

turn up! (turn up!)

the radiation! (radiation!)

think I see a shadow on my heart

doctor see a shadow 

right there on my chart

doctor find something 

hiding behind my heart

perched in a cage

built of my bone

set on a swing

and singing alone

this little bird

is singing a song

of something gone wrong

tick, tick, tick

something no longer

follows the script

if I were a saint

if I were a saint

I would smile as you slipped

you would smile as you slipped

your sword through my heart

how we would be

in a painting of us

I would smile as we slipped

your sword through my heart

dream construction kit

[[ well, I'm not sure where this one comes from. Something about bottled up feelings. Literally and figuratively.  ]]

in our dream construction kit

you will find... 

what you need to reach the back 

of your mind... 

every necessary part to 

reconstruct the human heart

figuratively

the pulsing of 

the human heart

figuratively

you build it in a bottle and 

you keep it on your desk

to show your niece and nephew

you were one of them

you were one of them

you were on to them

bottle my soul up 

and throw it 

far, far... out to sea

or 

bury it under 

the roots of 

the fa... -mily tree 

but someday it will come back me,
but someday it will all come back me,
someday it will all...
come back to me