Where The Heart Is

I've made a home for myself in you
a cozy cave I like to go
In that shelter things work my way
the more I see out there
the less I say

Home is where the heart
Home is where the heart
Home is where the heart is

I know this much to be true
our bodies do more than they let on
I must not be in the know
what I find reasonable
most people don't

Home is where the heart
Home is where the heart
Home is where the heart is

I would pay for you in flesh
with all my fame or what is left
because you're broken and I'm broken too
I'd give whatever the toll to pay for you

Home is where the heart
Home is where the heart
Home is where the heart is


Are You Man?


Are you man?
Like the kind who fights a thousand pound swordfish
or the fish who grows to love who reels him in
are you man enough for her?

Are you king?
Like the peacock who is proud despite anything
Like a goodbye and not knowing what it means
are you king enough for her?

Are you man?
Like the captain who would go down with his ship
who took up smoking just to have one last for it
are you man enough for her?

Bare your throat to hold between that lion's jaws
and learn to trust him

La La La La La La La La La.....


Austin Pop Song

Ask me again in the form of a question
Ask me again without rolling your eyes
What are we looking for in an answer?
One of us cannot be right

I would buckle down
I would buckle down for you
If it's not enough I would go broke for you
and I feel like you're already coming 'round on me
oh oh oh oh oh

Last night you showed up in one of my dreams
you had turned into a steer
I went out hunting you with a crossbow
then things got weird and I'm unclear

I would buckle down
I would buckle down for you
If it's not enough I would go broke for you
and I feel like you're already coming 'round on me
oh oh oh oh oh

Guess what I thought of while I was drinking
I'll start a band that plays cover songs
Of stupid pop groups I've always hated
We'll be famous before too long

I would buckle down
I would buckle down for you
If it's not enough I would go broke for you
and I feel like you're already coming 'round on me
oh oh oh oh oh


Grey Owl Call, The

I have become a kind of expert of goodbyes
like the Alamo and that far look in your eyes
They said "So long, suckers"
When they signed the last Amen
but the thing about history is it comes around again

Don't trust that river we sang those folk songs for
She broke the levee and she's evening the score
Listen, They're handing down new orders for the din
Start swinging your hammers to the sacred modern din

hear the Grey Owl call for your bones
We're not the men we were
(You're not the man you were)
We're not the men we were before
We're not the men we were
(You're not the man you were)
We're not the men we were before

god bless the furnace with the fire in it's jaws
god bless the president who's sharpening his claws
Listen, dear brother, to that goodbye siren howl
I hope it's not you, brother, for who that siren cows

hear the Grey Owl call for your bones
We're not the men we were
(You're not the man you were)
We're not the men we were before
We're not the men we were
(You're not the man you were)
We're not the men we were before


God Help Us All

There's an art to complimenting a man
requires a callous tone of voice
tough love can be dangerous
you're sometimes left without a choice

God Help Us All
Put your back into it, baby
God Help Us All
I know. I know it's hard
God Help Us All
Put your hips into your begging
God Help Us All
It's just not happening anymore

She asked me to go fuck myself
in her American kind of way
I just started packing
inasmuch as there's nothing left to say

God Help Us All
Put your back into it, baby
God Help Us All
I know. I know it's hard
God Help Us All
Put your hips into your begging
God Help Us All
It's just not happening anymore

What makes people jealous, you say?
What makes them show pride?
With pride I have grown playful
jealousy I have learned to hide

God Help Us All
Put your back into it, baby
God Help Us All
I know. I know it's hard
God Help Us All
Put your hips into your begging
God Help Us All
It's just not happening anymore


Big Bird


It's time to use my claws for carving
It's time to use my beak for song
It's time to use my wings to shelter
those who don't have wings enough

It's time to use my mind for growing
my eyes for seeing for through the dark
it's time to use my lonely condition
to say what I don't prove enough

All while singing a song
To mark my oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

It's time to use my feathers for painting
It's time to use my mane for being heard
It's time to use my tail for attention
to mean what I meant all along

All while singing a song
To mark my oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

There is no end to the point I've been making
There is no song that's long enough
There is no map with proper markings
To navigate ourselves through the dark
There is no moon
There is no mountain
There is no wish
There is no fountain
There is no flood
There is no weather
There is no tide
There is no tether
There is no volume to that final letter
There's only wanting it
There's only better

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
All songs written by Joshua Cockerill (SOCAN © 2012). All Rights Reserved. Made In Canada. Unauthorized reproduction prohibited by law.