Words and Music by Brian McCaskil

You and You


Brian McCaskill

Dogs in their cages barking, when conversations start sparking
The sign on your door says “No Parking”, I park there anyway
In the phone booth crying, busy dying
I’m still sighing, at the end of everyday
Hair is long but getting short, surrounded by your little girl and escort
We can play the court, and you can be the judge you always were
See you now with not even a wink, I would have wrote a song for you but I ran out of ink
It’s alright most of the time I don’t even think, about her

I felt bad about what I did, but not that bad
At least not at the time
And what a time to live and die
And when the curious thoughts in your head mature
And ask no questions but why
You can send them straight to me

I left it all in Juareuz, or at least that’s what they told me
When I was lost and you-found
Ironic because I couldn’t find you around
The carusel you used to ride
Anyway it’s all over now and you can tell your dumb friends
I don’t care and I don’t care
And even if I did I couldn’t I’m sorry but I’m not
I left it all at Juareuz Juareuz Juareuz -don’t test me
I met a girl there who lived by the river and gave me a necklace
And artist
But that’s someone else now
I tell you tomorrow when everything’s the same and when you and me and you are sitting
on the beach at 4 am reading nonsense in Spanish and signing songs we wrote over
fairytales we wrote and it won’t matter anymore as long as were gone.

November, 2001