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Indigo Girls lyrics

Album: Nomads Indians Saints [1990]

Tracks11
 01  Hammer and Nail
 02  Welcome Me
 03  World Falls
 04  Southland in the Springtime
 05  1 2 3
 06  Keeper of My Heart
 07  Watershed
 08  Hand Me Downs
 09  You and Me of the 10,000 Wars
 10  Pushing the Needle Too Far
 11  Girl With the Weight of the World in Her Hands
all Indigo Girls lyrics



Hammer and Nail
clearing webs from the hovel
a blistered hand on the handle of a shovel
i've been digging too deep
i always do
i see my face on the surface
i look a lot like narcissus
a dark abyss of an emptiness
standing on the edge of a drowning blue

i look behind my ears for the green
and even my sweat smells clean
glare off the white hurts my eyes
i gotta get out of bed
get a hammer and a nail
learn how to use my hands
not just my head
i think myself in a jail
now i know a refuge never grows
from a chin in a hand
and a thoughtful pose
gotta tend the earth
if you want a rose

i had a lot of good intentions
sit around for fifty years
and then collect a pension
started seeing the road to hell
and just where it starts
but my life is more than a vision
the sweetest part is acting
after making a decision
started seeing the whole
as a sum of its parts

and i look behind my ears for the green
and even my sweat smells clean
glare off the white hurts my eyes
gotta get out of bed
get a hammer and a nail
learn how to use my hands
not just my head
i think myself in a jail
now i know a refuge never grows
from a chin in a hand
and a thoughtful pose
gotta tend the earth
if you want a rose

my life is part of the global life
i'd found myself becoming more immobile
when i'd think a little girl in the world
can't do anything
a distant nation my community
and a street person my responsibility
if i have a care in the world
i have a gift to bring

i look behind my ears for the green
even my sweat smells clean
glare off the white hurts my eyes
i gotta get out of bed
get a hammer and a nail
learn how to use my hands
not just my head
i think myself in a jail
now i know a refuge never grows
from a chin in a hand
and a thoughtful pose
gotta tend the earth
if you want a roseback to top
Welcome Me
Welcome me to your city of angels
Devil prophets still hold my hand
I walked your stillborn streets for hours
Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials
They tell me I'll be the first to praise the sun
The first to praise the moon
The first to hold the lone coyote
The last to set it free

Welcome me to a haven given
It's well received into my open arms
Oh I ran in my sleep through shaking tremors
I felt the splitting earth echoing in my ears
I feel it I'll be the first to praise the sun
The first to praise the moon
The first to hold the lone coyote
The last to set it free

Welcome me to your city of angels
There's a devil monkey laying on our backs
Now tell me where's the heart
Where's the bullet for breaking
Who's gonna give me a weapon
A pacifying weapon
I need it I'll be the first to praise the sun
The first to praise the moon oh
The first to hold the lone coyote
The last to set it free
I'll be the first to praise the sun
I said I said welcome me
The first to praise the moon oh
The first to hold the lone coyote
The last to set it free
I said welcome meback to top
World Falls
I'm coming home with a stone
Strapped onto my back
I'm coming home with a burning hope
Turning all my blues to black
I'm looking for a sacred hand
To carve into my stone
A ghost of comfort
Angels breath
To keep this life inside my chest

This world falls on me
Hopes of immortality
Everywhere I turn
All the beauty just keeps shaking me

Now I woke up in the middle of a dream
Scared the world was too much for me
Sejarez said, don't let go
Just plant the seeds and watch them grow
I've slept in rainy canyon lands
Cold drenched to my skin
I always wake to find a face
To calm these troubled lands

Ah this world falls on me
With dreams of immortality
Everywhere I turn
All the beauty just keeps shaking me

Now I'm running
To the end of the earth
And I'm swimming
To the edge of the sea
And I'm laughing
I'm under a starry sky
This world was meant for me
Don't bury me
Carry me

I wish I was a nomad
An indian or a saint
The edge of death would disappear
Leave me nothing left to taint
I wish I was a nomad
An indian or a saint
Give me walking shoes
Feathered arms
And a key to heaven's gate

Ah this world falls on me
Dreams of immortality
Everywhere I turn
All the beauty just keeps shaking me

I'm running
(this world falls on me)
To the end of the earth
(with hopes of immortality)
I'm swimming
(everywhere I turn)
To the edge of the sea
(the beauty keeps on shaking me)
And I'm laughing
(this world falls on me)
Cause I'm under a starry sky
(hopes of immortality)
This world was meant for me
(everywhere I turn)
I've got hopes of immortalityback to top
Southland in the Springtime
Maybe we'll make texas by the morning
Light the bayou with our tail lights in the night
800 miles to el paso from the state line
And we never have the money for the flight
I'm in the back seat sleepy from the travel
We played our hearts out all night long in new orleans
And I'm dirty from the diesel fumes, drinking coffee black
When the first breath of texas comes in clean
And there's something bout the southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone
It won't ever be too long
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season
When God made me born a yankee he was teasin'
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the southland in the springtime

In georgia nights are softer than a whisper
Beneath a quilt somebody's mother made by hand
With the farmland like a tapestry
Passed down through generations
And the peach trees stitched across the land
There'll be cider up near helen off the roadside
And boiled peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers
And the smoke from the chimneys meets it's maker in the sky
With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers
And there's something bout the southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone
It won't ever be too long
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season
When God made me born a yankee he was teasin'
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the southland in the springtimeback to top
1 2 3
From the bowery to the brimstone, I tried to find your heart.
With drugs of initiation, bottom of the barrel that drops.
I understand your causes, sympathize the motivation.
But all the details of this war are just self-infatuation.

1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home.
Manic blood runs thick my friend, are you looking for a clean escape?
What's left when the locks have all been broken, young children of authority?
How long can you be agile, dancing between the alter and the mercy seat?
Here's a chance to make a choice, are you aware of the fire beneath your feet?

1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home.
The basement lies within us, the fear comes through the door
There's nothing left between us, the fear becomes a roar.
Once that wheel is in motion, don't you lose what you have found.
I'm talking about that burning wheel of tongues, everything that makes it go around.
We're all born in the devils scorn, they want to see you die.
Are you true? Everything they say is a lie.

1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go homeback to top
Keeper of My Heart
For you
I would tattoo me
With lines crossing into a hand
And a heart that would never bleed
With the twilight
And the horse drawn on my arm
Standing for an addiction
Pray we go unharmed

Here is my love and anger
You see now
These are my gods
These are my scars
Here is my love and anger
Well these arms are burning
But they're open wide

Some things
I hold too tightly
Some things
I'll never
I'll never touch
Oh but I'm wearing down the stones
In the river
And you see all my life
I've painted with anger's brush

Now, now could you
Lift me through my love and anger
You see now
These are your gods
These are my scars
Lift me through my love and anger
Ah and my arms are burning
But they're open wide

Oh
You precious kid
I have a motion
And it's just for you
I see a warrior
Barefoot and dancing
Oh with tears of pain and beauty
And all of this is true

For you
Lift me through my love and anger
You see now these are my gods
These are your scars
Lift me through my love and anger
Oh and my arms are burning
And they're open wide

Pointing out the graveyards
I will be the reaper
If you will be
The keeper of my heart

I will be the reaper
If you will be
The keeper of my heart
You are the keeper of this heart
Of my heartback to top
Watershed
Thought I knew my mind
Like the back of my hand
The gold and the rainbow
But nothing panned out as I planned
And they say only milk and honey's
Gonna make your soul satisfied
Well I better learn how to swim
Cause the crossing is chilly and wide

Twisted guardrails on the highway
Broken glass on the cement
A ghost of someone's tragedy
How recklessly my time has been spent
They say that it's never too late
But you don't, you don't get any younger
Well I better learn how to starve the emptiness
And feed the hunger

Up on the watershed
Standing at the fork in the road
You can stand there and agonize
Till your agony's your heaviest load
You'll never fly as the crow flies
Get used to a country mile
When you're learning to face
The path at your pace
Every choice is worth your while

And there's always retrospect
(when you're looking back)
To light a clearer path
Every five years or so I look back on my life
And I have a good laugh
You start at the top
Go full circle round
Catch a breeze
Take a spill
But ending up where I started again
Makes me wanna stand still

Up on the watershed
Standing at the fork in the road
You can stand there and agonize
Till your agony's your heaviest load
You'll never fly as the crow flies
Get used to a country mile
When you're learning to face
The path at your pace
Every choice is worth your while

Stepping on a crack
Breaking up and looking back
Til every tree limb overhead just seems to sit and wait
Til every step you take becomes a twist of fate

Up on the watershed
Standing at the fork in the road
You can stand there and agonize
Till your agony's your heaviest load
You'll never fly as the crow flies
Get used to a country mile
When you're learning to face
The path at your pace
Every choice is worth your while

Up on the watershed
Standing at the fork in the road
You can stand there and agonize
Till your agony's your heaviest load
You'll never fly as the crow flies
Get used to a country mile
When you're learning to face
The path at your pace
Every choice is worth your while

And when you're learning to face
The path at your pace
Every choice is worth your whileback to top
Hand Me Downs
I've taken so many down
I've helped them all to dismount
I've followed so many down
I take their hand me downs
All with hope
All with hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
All with hope
All with hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
To us all

Everything that I believe
Crawls from underneath the streets
Everything I truly love
Comes from somewhere far above
Everything that I believe
Is wrong with you is wrong with me
Everything I truly love
I love in you and I love in me
So give me hope
Give me hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
To us all

You swear you can't swim the river
(I've become the beggar now)
(you've become the saint somehow)
But I saw you running to jump in
(I've become the beggar now)
(you've become the saint somehow)
I swore I'd never be your sinner
(I've become the beggar now)
(you've become the saint somehow)
Til I held your sin
Hand me downs

Now you ask me why I'm here
The same as you
I'm scared - it's fear
I've become the beggar now
And you've become the saint somehow
Twist the words and place the blame
And tell me now aren't we the same
Tripping in our yellow feet
Checking underneath our sheets
For some hope
Give me hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
Give me hope
Give me hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
To us allback to top
You and Me of the 10,000 Wars
You and me of the 10,000 wars
Dividing life into factions of pleasure and chores
A bed to be made and a bed to lie in
A hand in the darker side
And our sights set on zion

The heart of a skeptic and the mind of a child
Put my life in a box and let my imagination run wild
Pour the cement for my feet
The heart and the mind on a parallel course
Never the two shall meet
And oh the dissatisfied with the satisfied
Everybody loves a melodrama and the scandal of a lie
Still you held your arms open
For the prodigal daughter
I see my eyes in your eyes through my eyes
Still waters

Try making one and one make one
Twist the shapes until everything comes undone
Watch the wizard behind the curtain
The larger than life and the power of seeming certain
The evil ego and the vice of pride
Is there ever anything else that makes us take our different sides
I wanted everything to feed me
About as full as I got was of myself
And the upper echalons of mediocrity
And oh the dissatisfied with the satisfied
Everybody loves a melodrama and the scandal of a lie
Still you held your arms open
For the prodigal daughter
I see my eyes in your eyes through my eyes
Still waters
Still waters

After the battles and we're still around
Everything once up in the air has settled down
Sweep the ashes let the silence find us
A moment of peace is worth every war behind us
You and me of the 10,000 warsback to top
Pushing the Needle Too Far
Well I woke up this morning
Grey dawn
With a prayer on my breath
See I lost something precious
And god'll save me
From losing myself
I said I think I know what's wrong
I think I know what's wrong

Now I met the queen and I understand why
Why she closed the door
I'm not making excuses
But you know I've been there a few times
You know I was
I was knocking on the door
I said I think I know what's wrong
I think I know what's wrong
Wrong wrong

There's a man
He lived in a house
Had a family of five
Well he blew up the windows and the doors
He said I just couldn't
I just couldn't survive
We've all been removed
In one way or another
We don't know our families
We don't need our brothers
We're pushing the needle too far
Pushing the needle too far

Well if you wake up in the morning
Grey dawn
There's a prayer on your breath
See maybe you lost something precious
God'll save you
From losing yourself
I said I think I know what's wrong
Let me hear you
I think I know what's wrong

There's queen who closed the door
The family that lies
People who turn
The cat that has died
A boy that od's
A girl with a gun
The world on it's knees
And a band on the run
You know you'd help me more
(the queen who closed the door)
By not giving in
(the family that lies)
You know you'd help me more
(people who turn)
By not giving in
(and the cat that has died)
You know you'd help me more
(a boy that od's)
By not giving in
(and a girl with a gun)
I said you'd help me more
(the world on it's knees)
Now don't you give in
(and a band on the run)
Ah now you'd help me more
By not giving
I said don't you dare
(not giving in no)
Don't you dare
(not giving in no)
Don't you dare
You'd help me more
By not giving in
I said you'd help me more
By not giving in
I said i
I think I know what's wrong
I think I know what's wrong
We're pushing the needle too farback to top
Girl With the Weight of the World in Her Hands
She won't recover from her losses
She's not chosen this path
But she watches who it crosses
Maybe move to the right
Maybe move to the left
So we can all see her pain she wears
Like a banner on her chest
And we all say it's sad
And we think it's a shame
And she's called to our attention
But we do not call her name
The girl with the weight
Of the world in her hands

Cause we're busy with our happiness
And busy with our plans
I wonder if alone she wants it
Taken from her hands
But if things didn't keep getting harder
She might miss her sacred chance
To go a consecrated martyr
The girl with the weight
Of the world in her hands

I wonder which saint
That lives inside a bead
Will grant her consolation
When she counts upon her need
It makes us all angry
Though we feign to care
But who will be the scale
To weigh the cross she has to bear
The girl with the weight
Of the world in her hands

Is the glass half-full or empty
I ask her as I fill it
She said it doesn't really matter
Pretty soon you're bound to spill it
With the half logic language
Of the sermon she delivers
And the way she smiles so knowingly
At me gives me the shivers
I pull the blanket higher
When I'm finally safe at home
And she'll take a hundred with her
But she always sleeps alone
The girl with the weight
Of the world in her hands

I wonder which saint
That lives inside a bead
Will grant her consolation
When she counts upon her need
It makes us all angry
Though we feign to care
But who will be the scale
To weigh the cross she has to bear
The girl with the weight
Of the world in her handsback to top
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