one song

[fickerson]

Karen, I'm not taking sides

I don't think I'll ever do that again

I'll end up winning and I won't know why

I'm really trying to shine here, I'm really trying

You're changing clothes and closing windows on me all the time

 

Well, whatever you do, listen, you better wait for me

No, I wouldn't go out alone into America

Whatever you do

Listen, you better wait for me

No, I wouldn't go out alone

 

Karen, we should call your father, maybe it's just a phase

He'll know the trick to get a wayward soul to change his ways

It's a common fetish for a doting man

to ballerina on the coffee table cock in hand

 

Well, whatever you do

Listen, you better wait for me

No, I wouldn't go out alone into America

Whatever you do

Listen, you better wait for me

No, I wouldn't go out alone

 

Without warm water in my head

All I see is black and white and red

I feel mechanical and thin

Hear me play my violin again

I'm living in the target's shoes

All I see is black and white and blue.

Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest

Protect the title

 

Karen, put me in a chair, fuck me and make me a drink

I've lost direction, and I'm past my peak

I'm telling you this isn't me

No, this isn't me

Karen, believe me, you just haven't seen my good side yet

 

Well, whatever you do

Listen. you better wait for me

No, I wouldn't go out alone into America

Whatever you do

Listen, you better wait for me

No, I wouldn't go out alone

 

Without warm water in my head

All I see is black and white and red

I feel mechanical and thin

Hear me play my violin again

I'm living in the target's shoes

All I see is black and white and blue

Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest

Protect the title

 

I must be me, I'm in my head

Black birds are circling my bed

I must be me, I must be me

Black feathers are falling on my feet

Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest

Protect the title

[embiggen]

Ow!

Goose-steppin' mama under-cover charge

Goose-step mama taken by and large

While you tinker with some tailor

someone soldier to a sailor

Goose-step mama

Oh yeah!

Goose-step mama

Goose-step mama boogie all night long

Goose-step mama you can do no wrong

You know how to reassemble

clumsy hands and knees that tremble

Goose-step mama

Oh yeah!

Goose-step mama

Wooo!

 

You've got something that makes you something

something tells me loud and clear

In the end it comes to nothing

You've got nothing to eins zwei drei vier

 

Goose-step mama with your rock 'n roll

Goose-step mama with your heart of gold

You don't like to see men suffer

Love is tough but life is tougher

Goose-step mama

Oh yeah!

Goose-step mama

Wow!

[Dude]

Princess cards she sends me with her regards

Barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard

Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted

To her cheshire smile, I

[Dreamin']

They were hiding behind hay bales,

They were planting in the full moon

They had given all they had for something new

But the light of day was on them,

They could see the thrashers coming

And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.

 

And I was just getting up, hit the road before it's light

Trying to catch an hour on the sun

When I saw those thrashers rolling by,

Looking more than two lanes wide

I was feelin' like my day had just begun.

 

Where the eagle glides ascending

There's an ancient river bending

Down the timeless gorge of changes

Where sleeplessness awaits

I searched out my companions,

Who were lost in crystal canyons

When the aimless blade of science

Slashed the pearly gates.

 

It was then I knew I'd had enough,

Burned my credit card for fuel

Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand

With a one-way ticket to the land of truth

And my suitcase in my hand

How I lost my friends I still don't understand.

 

They had the best selection,

They were poisoned with protection

There was nothing that they needed, nothing left to find

They were lost in rock formations

Or became park bench mutations

On the sidewalks and in the stations

They were waiting, waiting.

 

So I got bored and left them there,

They were just dead weight to me

Better down the road without that load

Brings back the time when I was eight or nine

I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,

It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.

 

Where the vulture glides descending

On an asphalt highway bending

Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars

Down the windy halls of friendship

To the rose clipped by the bullwhip

The motel of lost companions

Waits with heated pool and bar.

 

But me I'm not stopping there,

Got my own row left to hoe

Just another line in the field of time

When the thrasher comes, I'll be stuck in the sun

Like the dinosaurs in shrines

But I'll know the time has come

To give what's mine.

[candyfloss1214]

I dreamed about killing you again last night

And it felt alright to me

Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies

I sat and watched you bleed

 

Buried you alive in a fireworks display

Raining down on me

Your cold, hot blood

Ran away from me to the sea

 

I printed my name on the back of a leaf

And I watched it float away

The hope I had in a notebook full of white dry pages

Was all I tried to save

 

But the wind blew me back via Chicago

In the middle of the night

And not without fight

At the crush of veils and starlight

 

I know I'll make it back

One of these days

And turn on your TV

To watch a man with a face like mine

Being chased down a busy street

 

When he gets caught, I won't get up

And I won't go to sleep

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Via Chicago

 

Where the cups are cracked and hooked

Above the sink

They make me think

Crumbling ladder tears don't fall

They shine down your shoulders

 

And crawling is screw faster lash

I blow it with kisses

I rest my head on a pillowy star

And a cracked-door moon

That says I haven't gone too far

 

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Via Chicago

 

Coming home

Coming home

Coming home

 

Searching for a home

Searching for a home

Searching for a home

Via Chicago

 

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

[timbits]

Old Black Hen is that you again

singing the Bad Luck Lullaby

Come right on in , it's midnight again

Time for the Bad Luck Lullaby

You know the one it's the same one you sung

when you wrote down the Revelations

Now sing it over the cradle of the child who's born next

Leave all the truth in so they know what comes next

leave in the true love that they'll never find

Show how we're looking for it all of our lives

When I saw the Banner hanging over my door

I already knew who the party was for

All of my pain found a partner in that room

and the devil's tail swayed with the tune

Make that Black Record

Roll the tapes all night long

Make that Black Record

And we'll all sing along

Look down the long street

and see who's that crying

Tell them that every day I lived

I was trying to sing the Blues

the way I find them

[M. (hristine]

You look like a perfect fit

For a girl in need of a tourniquet

 

But can you save me

Come on and save me

If you could save me

From the ranks of the freaks

Who suspect they could never love anyone

 

'Cause I can tell

You know what it's like

The long farewell of the hunger strike

 

But can you save me

Come on and save me

If you could save me

From the ranks of the freaks

Who suspect they could never love anyone

 

You struck me dumb like radium

Like Peter Pan or Superman

 

You will come to save me

C'mon and save me

If you could save me

From the ranks of the freaks

Who suspect they could never love anyone

'Cept the freaks

Who suspect they could never love anyone

But the freaks

Who suspect they could never love anyone

 

C'mon and save me

Why don't you save me

If you could save me

From the ranks of the freaks

Who suspect they could never love anyone

 

Except the freaks

Who suspect they could never love anyone

Except the freaks who could never love anyone

[jc4prez]

I was walking down the street the other day

and a sight came before my eyes

it was a little hippie boy, I must have been twice his size

his appearence typified his strange breed

gaudy clothes, long stringy hair hanging down

I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my early trips to town

as he walked beside me on down the block

I noticed no unpleasing smell

he might have been on the weed or even LSD

but if he was I couldn't tell

so we walked together that way through this neighborhood

finally he turned around to me

and he said friend, you know we're a million miles apart

but you know something we can enjoy the sunshine and the weather

so why don't we put our differences aside

and just talk to each other

you see this box beneath my arm

to you it's plain, it has no charm

but to someone dearest to my heart this box has played a tragic part

this little one can't tell you himself about his life and how he died

but if anyone else could speak for him I guess I'm qualified

this boy was in Chicago, he didn't know why he was there

he was with his family and friends and he didn't really care

you might have been one of those

who saw the struggle there on your television screen

the tragic thing is so much else happened

that no one else could have seen

a stranger handed this boy a dollar to do a simple chore

to carry a package to a nearby hotel

and when he returned he'd get two more

but when he came back he sort of lost his way walking thru the crowd

one of them things you ask yourself, how the Lord allowed

but when he was found he was like he is now

dreaming sweet and still

and in his little hand was a crumpled dollar bill

now you can take that dollar

get four cents on it compound itquarterly at any downtown bank

so they can back some hot new tank or atom bomb

well, what I'm going to tell you now, you can stay or you can leave

you kind of listened to my story so far but just one more thing

it's the same for any hippie, bum or hillbilly out on the street

just remember this little boy and never carry more than you can eat

now could you help us sing this song, please

there will be peace in the valley for him now we pray

I will think of the little hippie boy that way

[Dude]

The silicon chip inside her head.

Gets switched to overload,

And nobody's gonna go to school today,

She's going to make them stay at home.

And daddy doesn't understand it,

He always said she was as good as gold.

And he can see no reason,

Cos there are no reasons,

What reason do you need to be shown?

 

Tell me why.

I don't like Mondays.

I want to shoot.

The whole day down.

 

The Telex machine is kept so clean

As it types to a waiting world,

And Mother feels so shocked,

Father's world is rocked,

And their thoughts turn to

Their own little girl.

Sweet 16 ain't that peachy keen,

No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat,

They can see no reasons

Cos there are no reasons

What reason do you need to be shown?

 

Tell me why.

I don't like Mondays.

I want to shoot.

The whole day down.

 

All the playing's stopped in the playground now

She wants to play with her toys a while

And school's out early and soon we'll be learning

And the lesson today is how to die,

And then the bullhorn crackles,

And the captain crackles,

With the problems and the how's and why's

And he can see no reasons

Cos there are no reasons

What reason do you need to die?

 

Tell me why.

I don't like Mondays.

I want to shoot.

The whole day down.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Princess cards she sends me with her regards

Barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard

Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted

To her cheshire smile, I

Edited November 14, 2005 by Crowjack

[Dude]

i thought i felt your shape but i was wrong

really all i felt was falsely strong

i held on tight and closed my eyes

it was dumb

i had no sense of your size

it was dumb to hold so tight

but last night on your birthday in the kitchen

my grip was loose my eyes were open

i felt your shape and heard you breathing

i felt the rise and the fall of your chest

i felt your fall

your winter snows

your gusty blow

your lava flow

i felt it all

your starry night

your lack of light

with limp arms I can feel most of you

 

i hung around your neck independently

and my loss was overwhelmed

by this new depth i don't think i ever felt

but i don't know

my nights are cold

and i remember warmth

i could have sworn

i wasn't alone

[embiggen]

I grew up in the country

beside a chicken shack

so I left for the city

and I didn't look back

Now I'm living in hope

Living in hope

Yes, I'm living in hope

Living in hope

Walkin 'round the city

feeling all alone

nobody told me

the streets are paved with stone

But I'm living in hope

Yes, I'm living in hope

I'm living in hope

I'm living in hope

 

Can't find my feet or a friendly face

In this god foresaken town

Nobody stops to lend a hand

unless they want to put you down

 

Got no woman

or a steady job

Feeling like a cowboy

and looking like a slob

But I'm living in hope

Living in hope

Yes, I'm living in hope

I'm living in hope

 

Nothing in my pocket

Nowhere to go

Looking for a handout

But no one wants to know

But I'm living in hope

Living in hope

Yes, I'm living in hope

Living in hope

 

I'm living in hope

Living in hope

Yes, I'm living in hope

Living in hope

[Guest sean]

I can't find the words to the New Bomb Turks' "Born Tolouse-Lautrec" anywhere on-line, but they're really good in a "de-mythicizing rock stars" kinda way.

[timbits]

Standing on your window, honey,

Yes, I've been here before.

Feeling so harmless,

I'm looking at your second door.

How come you don't send me no regards?

You know I want your lovin',

Honey, why are you so hard?

 

Kneeling 'neath your ceiling,

Yes, I guess I'll be here for a while.

I'm tryin' to read your portrait, but,

I'm helpless, like a rich man's child.

How come you send someone out to have me barred?

You know I want your lovin',

Honey, why are you so hard?

 

Like a poor fool in his prime,

Yes, I know you can hear me walk,

But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime,

Or is it just solid rock?

 

Well, I rush into your hallway,

Lean against your velvet door.

I watch upon your scorpion

Who crawls across your circus floor.

Just what do you think you have to guard?

You know I want your lovin',

Honey, but you're so hard.

 

Achilles is in your alleyway,

He don't want me here,

He does brag.

He's pointing to the sky

And he's hungry, like a man in drag.

How come you get someone like him to be your guard?

You know I want your lovin',

Honey, but you're so hard.

[la*]

I was at a funeral the day I realized

I wanted to spend my life with you

Sitting down on the steps at the old post office

The flag was flying at half mast

And I was thinking 'bout how

Everyone is dying

And maybe it's time to live

 

I don't know where we're going

I don't know what we'll do

 

Walked in to the Thrifty

Saw the man with the hollow eyes

Who didn't give me all my change

But it didn't bother me this time

'cause I know I've only got

This moment

And it's good

I went to the gas station

Old woman honked her horn

Waiting for me to fix her car

 

I don't know where we're going

I don't know what we'll do

 

Laying in bed tonight I was thinking

And listening to all the dogs

And the sirens and the shots

And how a careful man tries

To dodge the bullets

While a happy man takes a walk

 

And maybe it's time to live

[Fritz]

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?

We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it

And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it

Lights flicker from the opposite loft

In this room the heat pipes just cough

The country music station plays soft

But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off

Just Louise and her lover so entwined

And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

 

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain

And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train

We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight

Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane

Louise, she's all right, she's just near

She's delicate and seems like the mirror

But she just makes it all too concise and too clear

That Johanna's not here

The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face

Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

 

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously

He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously

And when bringing her name up

He speaks of a farewell kiss to me

He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all

Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall

How can I explain?

Oh, it's so hard to get on

And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

 

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial

Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while

But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues

You can tell by the way she smiles

See the primitive wallflower freeze

When the jelly-faced women all sneeze

Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze

I can't find my knees"

Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule

But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

 

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him

Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"

But like Louise always says

"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"

As she, herself, prepares for him

And Madonna, she still has not showed

We see this empty cage now corrode

Where her cape of the stage once had flowed

The fiddler, he now steps to the road

He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed

On the back of the fish truck that loads

While my conscience explodes

The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain

And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

[timbits]

nice, fritzy

[Fritz]

nice, fritzy

 

Timbits,

 

I was inspired by two things:

 

1. Your avatar

2. I've been cleaning house all day listening to 'Thin Wild Mercury Music'. I sometimes wonder if this may be the best Dylan boot I own.

[timbits]

i've not heard of that one. what's on it?

[Fritz]

i've not heard of that one. what's on it?

 

http://www.bobsboots.com/CDs/cd-t21.html

 

Take a look. It's essential.

[timbits]

hot shit...i gotta track that one down. any pointers as to where to start?

[Fritz]

PM coming your way.

[timbits]

[explodo]

The internet is beyond cool.

[timbits]

true.