One Song

[froggie]

don henley - sunset grill:

 

Lets go down to the sunset grill

We can watch the working girls go by

Watch the basket people walk around and

Mumble

And stare out at the auburn sky

Theres an old man there from the old world

To him, its all the same

Calls all his customers by name

Down at the sunset grill

Down at the sunset grill

Down at the sunset grill

Down at the sunset grill

You see a lot more meanness in the city

Its the kind that tears you up inside

Hard to come away with anything that feels

Like dignity

Hard to get home with any pride

These days a man makes you somethin

And you never see his face

But there is no hiding place

Down at the sunset grill

Down at the sunset grill

Down at the sunset grill

Down at the sunset grill

Respectable little murders pay

They get more respectable every day

Dont worry girl, Im gonna stick by you

And someday soon were gonna get in that

Car and get outta here

Lets go down to the sunset grill

Watch the working girls go by

Watch the basket people walk around and

Mumble

And gaze out at the auburn sky

Maybe well leave come springtime

Meanwhile, have another beer

What would we do without these jerks

Anyway?

Besides, all our friends are here

Down at the sunset grill

Down at the sunset grill

Down at the sunset grill

Down at the sunset grill

[lizish]

Elliott BROOD - Without Again

 

 

 

 

Road divides ahead

He's wide awake in bed

However suspicious that this is happening to him again

 

His love went south

And he'll go west

A mountain of song could not fill the hole in his chest

She left when he said he was like the rest

 

So get up, get out

What are you down about

Put it back on the shelf

Just have to go without again

 

So get up, get out

What are you down about

Put it back on the shelf

Just have to go without again

 

Road divides ahead

He's wide awake in bed

Put it back on the shelf

Just have to go without again

 

 

[MattZ]

In 1984 I was hospitalized for approaching perfection.

Slowly screwing my way across Europe, they had to make a correction.

Broken and smokin' where the infrared deer plunge in the digital snake.

I tell you, they make it so you can't shake hands when they make your hands shake.

 

I know you like to line dance, everything so democratic and cool,

But baby there's no guidance when random rules.

 

I know that a lot of what I say has been lifted off of men's room walls.

Maybe I've crossed the wrong rivers and walked down all the wrong halls.

But nothing can change the fact that we used to share a bed

and that's why it scared me so when you turned to me and said:

 

"Yeah, you look like someone

Yeah you look like someone who up and left me low.

Boy, you look like somene I used to know."

 

I asked the painter why the roads are colored black.

He said, "Steve, it's because people leave

and no highway will bring them back."

So if you don't want me I promise not to linger,

But before I go I've gotta ask you, dear, about the tan line on your ring finger.

 

No one should have two lives,

now you know my middle names are wrong and right.

Honey we've got two lives to give tonight.

[mountain bed]

Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore

My flashlight's from Taiwan

My tablecloth's from Malaysia

My belt buckle's from the Amazon

You know, this shirt I wear comes from the Phillipines

And the car I drive is a Chevrolet

It was put together down in Argentina

By a guy makin' thirty cents a day

 

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

'Til greed got in the way

 

Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong

And the pearls are from Japan

Well, the dog collar's from India

And the flower pot's from Pakistan

All the furniture, it says "Made In Brazil"

Where a woman, she slaved for sure

Bringin' home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve

You know, that's a lot of money to her

 

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

'Til greed got in the way

 

Well, you know, lots of people complainin' that there is no work

I say, "Why you say that for

When nothin' you got is U.S.-made?"

They don't make nothin' here no more

You know, capitalism is above the law

It say, "It don't count 'less it sells."

When it costs too much to build it at home

You just build it cheaper someplace else

 

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

'Til greed got in the way

 

Well, the job that you used to have

They gave it to somebody down in El Salvador

The unions are big business, friend

And they're goin' out like a dinosaur

They used to grow food in Kansas

Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw

I can see the day comin' when even your home garden

Is gonna be against the law

 

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

'Til greed got in the way

 

Democracy don't rule the world

You'd better get that through your head

This world is ruled by violence

But I guess that's better left unsaid

From Broadway to the Milky Way

That's a lot of territory indeed

A man's gonna do what he has to do

When he's got a hungry mouth to feed

 

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

'Til greed got in the way

 

-Bob Dylan, 1983

[Gobias Industries]

in honor of yesterday's Who-ness:

 

Only love

Can make it rain

The way the beach is kissed by the sea

Only love

Can make it rain

Like the sweat of lovers

Laying in the fields.

 

Love, Reign o'er me

Love, Reign o'er me, rain on me

 

Only love

Can bring the rain

That makes you yearn to the sky

Only love

Can bring the rain

That falls like tears from on high

 

Love Reign O'er me

 

On the dry and dusty road

The nights we spend apart alone

I need to get back home to cool cool rain

I can't sleep and I lay and I think

The night is hot and black as ink

Oh God, I need a drink of cool cool rain

[MattZ]

cranes on the downtown skyline is a sight to see for some

it ought to make a few reputations in the cult of number one

while these seconds turn these minutes into hours of the day

all these doubles drive the dollars and the light of day away

 

suffering jukebox such a sad machine

you're all filled up with what other people need

and they never seem to turn you up loud

there are a lot of chatterboxes in this crowd

 

suffering jukebox in a happy town

you're over in the corner breaking down

they always seem to keep you way down low

the people in this town don't want to know

 

well I guess all that mad misery must make it seem to true to you

but money lights your world up, you're trapped what can you do?

you got Tennessee tendencies and chemical dependancies

you make the same old jokes and malaprops on cue

 

suffering jukebox such a sad machine

you're all filled up with what other people need

hardship, damnation and guilt

make you wonder why you were even built

 

suffering jukebox in a happy town

you're over in the corner breaking down

they always seem to keep you way down low

the people in this town don't want to know

 

--David Berman, 2008

[lizish]

Colour Revolt - Moses of the South

 

 

 

light fire to your world

and listen as they lay

whispered little sounds

cracking to a pound

pummeling the town

everything you say

it's a beautiful wondered display

you are the moses of the south

devil worship now

temples crumble down

flood from your mouth

it's violent and insane

and crucifying the insane

 

i while dancing, horned sirens fly

they cackle at the sun

they're spitting at the earth

plunder, beg and curse

pure and fearful children flee north

at the sound of the kings horn

and i will send you up a sign

everytihing is fine

all the vines and branches are torn

it's violent and insane

and crucifying the inane

 

cause prophets here linger in lightening

they're giddy and livid in love

they're weeping and laughing from pleasure

cause the sky one day must eat the earth

 

i light fire to the world

and listen as it lays

whispered little sounds

cracking to a pound

pummeling the town

everything you say

it's beautiful wondered dismay

you are the moses of the sound

devil worship now

temples crumble down

flood from the mouth

it's violent and insane

and crucifying the inane

 

cause brother you are my weakness

i'll listen and learn from your kindness

your wisdom is very thoughtless

but your window is worth looking out from

[Gobias Industries]

Sigur R

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

The guilty undertaker sighs,

The lonesome organ grinder cries,

The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.

The cracked bells and washed-out horns

Blow into my face with scorn,

But it's not that way,

I wasn't born to lose you.

I want you, I want you,

I want you so bad,

Honey, I want you.

 

The drunken politician leaps

Upon the street where mothers weep

And the saviors who are fast asleep,

They wait for you.

And I wait for them to interrupt

Me drinkin' from my broken cup

And ask me to

Open up the gate for you.

I want you, I want you,

I want you so bad,

Honey, I want you.

 

Now all my fathers, they've gone down

True love they've been without it.

But all their daughters put me down

'Cause I don't think about it.

 

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades

And talk with my chambermaid.

She knows that I'm not afraid

To look at her.

She is good to me

And there's nothing she doesn't see.

She knows where I'd like to be

But it doesn't matter.

I want you, I want you,

I want you so bad,

Honey, I want you.

 

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,

He spoke to me, I took his flute.

No, I wasn't very cute to him,

Was I?

But I did it, though, because he lied

Because he took you for a ride

And because time was on his side

And because I . . .

I want you, I want you,

I want you so bad,

Honey, I want you.

[stooka]

I hear some people

been talkin' me down,

Bring up my name,

pass it 'round.

They don't mention

happy times

They do their thing,

I'll do mine.

 

Ooh baby,

that's hard to change

I can't tell them

how to feel.

Some get stoned,

some get strange,

But sooner or later

it all gets real.

 

Walk on, walk on,

Walk on, walk on.

 

I remember

the good old days,

Stayed up all night

gettin' crazed.

Then the money

was not so good,

But we still did

the best we could.

 

Ooh baby,

that's hard to change

I can't tell them

how to feel.

Some get stoned,

some get strange,

But sooner or later

it all gets real.

 

Walk on, walk on,

Walk on, walk on.

 

[froggie]

POCO...

 

Roll along, roll on

Rose of cimarron

Dusty days are gone

Rose of cimarron

 

Shadows touch the sand and look to see whos standin

Waitin at your window, watchin will they ever show?

Can you hear them calling? you know they have fallen on

Campfires cold and dark that never see a spark burn bright

 

Roll along, roll on

Rose of cimarron

Dusty days are gone

Rose of cimarron

 

Trails that brought them home echo names theve known

Four days high and lonely comin to you only

Youre the one theyd turn to, the only one they knew whod do

All her best to be around when the chips were down

 

Hearts like yours belong

Following the dawn

Wrapped up in a song

Rose of cimarron

[Elixir Sue]

I am an old woman named after my mother

My old man is another child that's grown old

If dreams were lightning thunder was desire

This old house would have burnt down a long time ago

 

Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry

Make me a poster of an old rodeo

Just give me one thing that I can hold on to

To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

 

When I was a young girl well, I had me a cowboy

He weren't much to look at, just free rambling man

But that was a long time and no matter how I try

The years just flow by like a broken down dam.

 

There's flies in the kitchen I can hear 'em there buzzing

And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today.

How the hell can a person go to work in the morning

And come home in the evening and have nothing to say.

[froggie]

Warren Zevon - Hit Somebody!

 

 

He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline

He started playing hockey by the time he was nine

His dad took the hose and froze the back yard

And Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard

He grew up big and he grew up tough

He saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks

But he wasn't that good with a puck

 

Buddy's real talent was beating people up

His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up

Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mites

He must have racked up more than six hundred fights

A scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon

Said, "There's always room on our team for a goon

Son, we've always got room for a goon"

 

There were Swedes to the left of him

Russians to the right

A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight

Brains over brawn-that might work for you

But what's a Canadian farm boy to do

What else can a farm boy from Canada to do

But what's a Canadian farm boy to do

What else can a farm boy from Canada to do

 

Hit somebody! was what the crowd roared

When Buddy the goon came over the boards

"Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals"

The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role

The fast guys get paid, they shoot, they score

Protect them, Buddy, that's what you're here for

 

Protection is what you're here for

Protection-it's the stars that score

Protection-kick somebody's ass

Protection-don't put the biscuit in the basket just

Hit some, Buddy! it rang in his ears

Blood on the ice ran down through the years

The king of the goons with a box for a throne

A thousand stitches and broken bones

He never lost a fight on his icy patrol

But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal

He just wanted one damn goal

 

There were Swedes at the the blue line

Finns at the red

A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head

Brains over brawn-that might work for you

But what's a Canadian farm boy to do

What else can a farm boy from Canada to do

But what's a Canadian farm boy to do

What else can a farm boy from Canada to do

 

In his final season, on his final night

Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight

Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll

And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal

 

The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot

Twenty years of waiting went into that shot

The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped too

And coldcocked Buddy on his follow through

The big man crumbled but he felt all right

'Cause the last thing he saw

was the flashing red light

He saw that heavenly light

 

There were Swedes to the left of him

Russians to the right

A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight

Take care of your teeth-that might work for you

But what's a Canadian farm boy to do

What else can a farm boy from Canada to do

But what's a Canadian farm boy to do

What else can a farm boy from Canada to do

[Dude]

Love writes a letter and sends it to Hate.

'My vacations ending. I'm coming home late.

The weather was fine and the ocean was great

and I can't wait to see you again.'

 

Hate reads the letter and throws it away.

"No one here cares if you go or you stay.

I barely even noticed that you were away.

I'll see you or I won't, whatever."

 

Love sings a song as she sails through the sky.

The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.

And everyone knows it whenever she flies,

and also when she comes down.

 

Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street.

Every stranger and drifter he greets,

And shakes hands with every loner he meets

with a serious look on his face.

 

Love arrives safely with suitcase in tow.

Carrying with her the good things we know.

A reason to live and a reason to grow.

To trust. To hope. To care.

 

Hate sits alone on the hood of his car.

Without much regard to the moon or the stars.

Lazily killing the last of a jar

of the strongest stuff you can drink.

 

Love takes a taxi, a young man drives.

As soon as he sees her, hope fills his eyes.

But tears follow after, at the end of the ride,

cause he might never see her again.

 

Hate gets home lucky to still be alive.

He screams o'er the sidewalk and into the drive.

The clock in the kitchen says 2:55,

And the clock in the kitchen is slow.

 

Love has been waiting, patient and kind.

Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign,

That the one that she cares for, who's out of his mind,

Will make it back safe to her arms.

 

Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.

Weary head hung, eyes to the floor.

He says "Love, I'm sorry", and she says, "What for?

I'm yours and that's it, Whatever.

I should not have been gone for so long.

I'm yours and that's it, forever."

 

You're mine and that's it, forever.

[Sparky speaks]

AFTER THE GOLDRUSH

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights

In armor coming,

Saying something about a queen.

There were peasants singing and

Drummers drumming

And the archer split the tree.

There was a fanfare blowing

To the sun

That was floating on the breeze.

Look at Mother Nature on the run

In the nineteen seventies.

Look at Mother Nature on the run

In the nineteen seventies.

 

I was lying in a burned out basement

With the full moon in my eyes.

I was hoping for replacement

When the sun burst thru the sky.

There was a band playing in my head

And I felt like getting high.

I was thinking about what a

Friend had said

I was hoping it was a lie.

Thinking about what a

Friend had said

I was hoping it was a lie.

 

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver

Space ships flying

In the yellow haze of the sun,

There were children crying

And colors flying

All around the chosen ones.

All in a dream, all in a dream

The loading had begun.

They were flying Mother Nature's

Silver seed to a new home in the sun.

Flying Mother Nature's

Silver seed to a new home.

[CortezTheKiller]

I'll Work For Your Love

 

Pour me a drink Theresa

In one of those glasses you dust off

And I'll watch the bones in your back

Like the stations of the cross

 

'Round your hair the sun lifts a halo

At your lips a crown of thorns

Whatever other deals goin' down

To this one I'm sworn

 

I'll work for your love, dear

I'll work for your love

What others may want for free

I'll work for your love

 

The dust of civilizations

And loves sweet remains

Slip off of your fingers

And come driftin' down like rain

 

The pages of Revelation

Lie open in your empty eyes of blue

I watch you slip that comb through your hair and this I promise you

 

I'll work for your love, dear

I'll work for your love

What others may want for free

I'll work for your love

 

Your tears, they fill the rosary

At your feet, my temple of bones

Here in this perdition we go on and on

 

Now our city of peace has crumbled

Our book of faith's been tossed

And I'm just out here searchin'

For my own piece of the cross

 

The late afternoon sun fills the room

With the mist of the garden before the fall I watch your hands smooth the front of your blouse and seven drops of blood fall

 

I'll work for your love, dear

I'll work for your love

What others may want for free

I'll work for your...

What others may want for free

I'll work for your...

What others may want for free

I'll work for your love

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

The speculators made their money

On the blood you shed

Your Mama's pulled the sheets up off your bed

The profiteers on Jane Street

Sold your shoes and clothes

Ain't nobody talking 'cause everybody knows

We pulled your cycle out of the garage

And polished up the chrome

Our Gypsy biker's comin' home

 

Sister Mary sits with your colors

Brother John is drunk and gone

This whole town's been rousted

Which side are you on

The favored march up over the hill

In some fools parade

Shoutin' victory for the righteous

But there ain't much here but graves

Ain't nobody talkin'

We're just waitin' on the phone

Our Gypsy biker is comin' home

 

We rode her into the foothills

Bobby brought the gasoline

We stood 'round her in a circle

As she lit up the ravine

The spring high desert wind

Rushed down on us all the way back home

 

To the dead it don't matter much

'Bout who's wrong or right

You asked me that question I didn't get it right

You slipped into your darkness

Now all that remains

Is my love for you brother

Lying still and unchanged

To them that threw you away

You ain't nothin' but gone

Our Gypsy biker is comin' home

 

Now I'm out countin' white lines

Countin' white lines and getting stoned

My Gypsy biker is coming home.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

 

 

I had the shit till it all got smoked

I kept the promise till the vow got broke

I had to drink from the lovin' cup

I stood on the banks till the river rose up

I saw the bride in her wedding gown

I was in the house when the house burned down

 

I may be old and I may be bent

But I had the money till it all got spent

I had the money till they made me pay

Then I had the sense to be on my way

I had to stay in the underground

I was in the house when the house burned down

 

I was in the house when the house burned down

I met the man with the thorny crown

I helped Him carry his cross through town

I was in the house when the house burned down

 

I was in the house when the house burned down

I met the man with the thorny crown

I helped Him carry his cross through town

I was in the house when the house burned down

 

I had the shit till it all got smoked

I kept the promise till the vow got broke

I had to drink from the lovin' cup

I stood on the banks till the river rose up

I saw the bride in her wedding gown

I was in the house when the house burned down

[mountain bed]

I seem to recognize your face

Haunting, familiar, yet I can't seem to place it

Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name

Lifetimes are catching up with me

 

All these changes taking place

I wish I'd seen the place

But no one's ever taken me there

 

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away

 

I swear I recognize your breath

Memories, like footprints, are slowly raising

Me, you wouldn't recall, for I'm not my father

It's hard when you're stuck upon the shelf

 

I changed by not changing at all

Small town predicts my fate

Perhaps that's what no one wants to see

 

I just wanna scream ...HELLO...

My God it's been too long, never dreamed you'd return

But now here you are, and here I am

Hearts and thoughts they fade....away

 

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away

Hearts and thoughts they fade..

[froggie]

Crossroads- gordon lightfoot:

 

 

When first I did appear upon this native soil

All up and down this country at labor I did toil

I slumbered in the moonlight and I rose with the sun

I rambled through the canyons where the cold rivers run

 

When first I did come down where the land meets the sea

The people said who are you and what would your name be

I said I have no home and I am no man's son

'Twas inland I was born and from inland that I come

 

In the good land I was young and I was strong

No one dared to call me son

Happy just to see my day's work done

See my day's work done

 

So I swung an axe as a timberjack

And I worked the Quebec mines

And on the golden prairie I rode the big combines

I sailed the maritime waters of many a seaport town

Built the highways and the byways to the western salmon grounds

 

I've gazed upon the good times I've seen the bad times too

Felt many a cold and bitter wind and many a morning dew

I've watched the country growing like a fair and mighty thing

And on the still of a summer night I've heard the mountains ring

 

In the good land I was young and I was strong

No one dared to call me son

Happy just to see my day's work done

See my day's work done

 

But now the seeds are planted and the gates are open wide

The old ways are forgotten there's no place left to hide

And the legacy I'm leaving you is not very hard to find

You'll see it all around you at this crossroads of time

In the sweet soil it's a-growing at the crossroads of time

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

I was thinking of a series of dreams

Where nothing comes up to the top

Everything stays down where it's wounded

And comes to a permanent stop

Wasn't thinking of anything specific

Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams

Nothing too very scientific

Just thinking of a series of dreams

 

Thinking of a series of dreams

Where the time and the tempo fly

And there's no exit in any direction

'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes

Wasn't making any great connection

Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme

Nothing that would pass inspection

Just thinking of a series of dreams

 

Dreams where the umbrella is folded

Into the path you are hurled

And the cards are no good that you're holding

Unless they're from another world

 

In one, numbers were burning

In another, I witnessed a crime

In one, I was running, and in another

All I seemed to be doing was climb

Wasn't looking for any special assistance

Not going to any great extremes

I'd already gone the distance

Just thinking of a series of dreams

[Clouds of Fluff]

If I had known, your heart was down

That lonely day in Greenvilletown

Then I would have been more concerned

But later on, I truly learned

How it can feel in every bone

To really see that you're all alone

 

But I'll, I'll kiss your head

When death finds your bed

And you are gone

 

And if I had seen the way it would be

I'd hush your cries when you came to me

If I could do what I did to you

The same to me, and I would love for you to see

 

That I sleep with remorse

And regret hangs 'round my door

 

forevermore

 

And if I had known the lowering tide

Was lowering with the way you felt inside

If I had known all hope was gone

A broken heart and a broken home

That pierced my lover's past

And carved a lonely path for her to walk

 

So if ever someone says to you

"Life isn't fair, get used to it"

Then you should say

"Well it might be

If folks like you would let it be"

 

But I'll, I'll kiss your head

When death becomes my bed

 

And I am gone.

[physicalgraffiti]

this is how it works

it feels a little worse

than when we drove our hearse

right through that screaming crowd

while laughing up a storm

until we were just bone

until it got so warm

that none of us could sleep

and all the styrofoam

began to melt away

we tried to find some words

to aid in the decay

but none of them were home

inside their catacomb

a million ancient bees

began to sting our knees

while we were on our knees

praying that disease

would leave the ones we love

and never come again

 

on the radio

we heard november rain

that solo's really long

but it's a pretty song

we listened to it twice

cause the dj was asleep

 

this is how it works

you're young until you're not

you love until you don't

you try until you can't

you laugh until you cry

you cry until you laugh

and everyone must breathe

until their dying breath

 

no, this is how it works

you peer inside yourself

you take the things you like

and try to love the things you took

and then you take that love you made

and stick it into some

someone else's heart

pumping someone else's blood

and walking arm in arm

you hope it don't get harmed

but even if it does

you'll just do it all again

 

and on the radio

you hear november rain

that solo's awful long

but it's a good refrain

you listen to it twice

cause the dj is asleep

on the radio

oh oh oh

on the radio

on the radio - uh oh

on the radio - uh oh

on the radio - uh oh

on the radio.

 

 

on the radio - regina spektor.

[froggie]

throw some lyrics into Led Zep's, Black Mountain Side, and we get the original version from bert jansch:

 

 

One morning fair I took the air

That hung about black waterside

T'was a gazing path all around it

And the Irish that I spied

 

All through the fog, the heart of the night

We lay in sport and at play

Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes

Singing 'Fair thee well today!'

 

That's not the promise that you gave to me

When first you lay on my breast

You could make me believe with your lying tongue

That the sun rose in the west

 

And so go home to your fathers garden

Go home and await your fill

And think on your own misfortune

That you brought with your wanton will

 

One morning fair I took the air

That hung about black waterside

T'was a gazing path all around it

And the Irish that I spied...

[lizish]

 

Jolie Holland - Mexico City

 

Jack and Edie lying across my bed

Flying high like the spirits of the dead

The living and the dead

The living and the dead

 

Our Lady of Sorrows and the long dark night

How many candles could I light?

For the living and the dead

The living and the dead

 

What's that black smoke rising Jack?

Is the world on fire?

What's that distant singing?

Is it a heavenly choir?

The living and the dead

The living and the dead

 

 

I think about you Jack, watching the tv

And drinking booze

Shame on you , Shame on me

But how can we help it, there was no where else to go

I sent Julie and Billy out on that long hard road

on that long hard road

on that long hard road

 

I'm just back from Mexico city

I came back north to Texas

To rest my weary head

My true love is fresh from the battle field

 

Sewing up the dying and carting off the dead

My baby don't stand for no fighting

Amongst the living and the dead

 

What's that black smoke rising Jack

Is the world on fire?

What's that distant singing

Is it a heavenly choir?

The living and the dead

The living and the dead

The living and the dead

The living and the dead

The living and the dead

The living and the dead

 

 

 

 

Didn't know the song was about Joan Vollmer

 

 

 

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_Vollmer