Run And Hide
Someone wants to tell me about their pain
And all I want to talk about is the Leafs again
When the conversation begins to turn psychological
I disappear into my own little world
Once more
My father screamed and my mother cried
And all I could do is run and hide
Damn it, why can’t I say what I feel
Damn it, why can’t I feel what I say
To you
Tell me your troubles and you know I’ll make a joke
If you need my help then for sure I’m mentally broke
And I hope that you realize that I really do care
I just don’t know what to do or say
At all
Don’t get me wrong I wanna spend time with you
You must know I cherish your company, I really do
It’s just when truth and reality start to get too near
I run to the fridge for cold dark beer
Again
You know that life can be full of so much fun
As long as you’re walking with your head in the sun
When the clouds accumulate and block the rays
I return inside where I feel so safe
All alone
I’m gonna change someday, I’m gonna change
Someday, someday,
I’m gonna change someday, I’m gonna change someday
Someday, someday.
Words and music by Jethro Bassman
© Wetsongs Music 1998
I'm Not Just A Number (I'm A Man)
I knew a model prisoner who rattled his chain
He’d emerge for exercise then head back in again
He cherished all his cigarettes and telephone calls
And never seemed to realize there weren’t any walls
I’m not just a number, I’m not just a number
I’m not just a number, I’m a man
I’m not just a number, I’m not just a number
I’m not just a number, I’m a man
Windows lined with merchandise that sparkle with gold
While outside men and women huddle hungry in the cold
We talk about inequities and juggle the blame
While everyone just waits around for something to change
I saw a perfect person once in a perfect dream
He shone down like some Jesus hooked up to a machine
His eyes reflected innocence, his smile endorsed your thoughts
You could build him from the pieces come in a flimsy cardboard box
Words and music by Willie B. Wet
© Wetsongs Music 2003
One Of Them
An obscure day, and too much memory
I cannot paint the picture that I see
Drunk or sober, it doesn’t matter, let it go
Stones clatter down to the chasm far below
Endless crush of hard blank faces
Flowers gone from the hillside left no traces
I’ve kept one pressed in a book that time displaces oh oh oh oh
I saw her shadow in the door
Wondered if she’d just come back to take some more
She would not settle for any less
I was the only one who had to confess
Went on down by the river bed
Saw her there sleeping in my head
I try to remember what she said
Which curve in the path she took, and where it led
With each silent circle of the hawk
I remember standing there on the dock
There were so many riddles to unlock
I hear her voice; the hyperbolic paths I walk
Now wherever there are strangers, the ghost of her paces
In the shadows of Mars, clusters of stars, public places
There are strangers in my head now, strangers in my eyes
One of them could be her, could be me, in disguise.
Words and music by Kenny B. Wet
© Wetsongs Music 2004
DIGGING A WELL
All their lives, they've been digging a well
Digging a well, all their lives
Digging down further and further from the sun
Digging on down...to where the water is found
Breaking rock, cut-ting through clay
Then calling up: "Haul it all away"
Calling up: "Haul it all away"
The dry desert wind burns down your body & mind
Till you have to dig down
To where there's water to find
The world above so dead and dry
Just had to try, for the water of life
Just had to try, for the water of life
Cold below the desert and the burning sun
Heading on down...when the day's begun
Hauled up and out at the end of the day
Scrub off the dirt, be on your way
Scrub off the dirt, be on your way
All your lives, you've been digging a well
Digging a well, all your lives
Digging down further and further from the sun
Digging on down to where the water is found
Breaking rock, cut-ting through clay
Then calling up: "Haul it all away"
Calling up: "Haul it all away"
Digging and digging and digging so far down
So far down, I swear we'll never be found
One day, we'll just never be found
But one fine day they will find a hole
They'll find a Deep, Dark & Dangerous Hole
And the preacher will say we were...
Hellbound in Darkness
Well if that's so, come on, baby, let's go
Well if that's so, come on, baby, let's go
Cause all our lives, we've been digging a well
Digging a well, all our lives
Digging down further and further from the sun
Digging on down, to where the water is found
Breaking rock, cut-ting through clay
Then calling up: "Haul it all away"
Calling up: "Haul it all away"
Cause all our lives, we've been digging a well
Digging a well, all our lives
Digging down further and further from the sun
Digging on down, to where the water is found
Breaking rock, cut-ting through clay
Then calling up: "Haul it all away"
Calling up: "Haul it all away"
Words and music by Woody B. Wet
© Wetsongs Music 2006