One Song

[froggie]

T-Bone Burnette playing on Dylan's Rolling thunder tour in 76....

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yWp7-OEZqs

 

 

Silver Mantis:

 

Seito lived in the canyon of the dragons

Sashiko lived in the valley of the moon

 

They met along the highway to Aomeri where danger in the forest loomed

 

Sashiko dressed in silks and dreamed of heroes

She was carried in a hammock draped and veiled

Her father was a cruel and brutal warlord who fearful kept her in a shell

 

Seito he was but a lowly servant but his master knew him to be true and brave

When he happened on the scene of her abduction he sent her captors to their graves

 

Seito guarded Sashiko to her palace

he had no thought of ransom to conceal

She took him in and washed his cuts and bruises

and laid him softly down to sleep

 

When morning came she rose to tell her father

Of the stranger who had ruined the kidnap plot

But jealous and enraged her father seized him and chained him in the dungeon dark

 

Sashiko's tears flowed like the river Edo

as she pleaded Seito's freedom face to floor

But the warlord turned his back and would not hear her

His mercy withered years before

 

When night fell she crept down into the dungeon

Two daggers hidden underneath her coat

And there they slept in death by harakiri

her father's chains around them both

[Narziss]

The Slits' version of I Heard It Through The Grapevine

 

 

I bet, I bet, I bet

I bet you're wondering how I knew

'Bout your plans to make me blue

With some other guy you knew before

We're two of a kind, you know I love you more

It took me by surprise I must say

When I found out yesterday

 

Oh, I heard it through the grapevine

Not much longer will you be mine

Oh, I heard it through the grapevine

I am just about to lose my mind

Honey, honey yeah

(Heard it through the grapevine)

(Not much longer would you be my baby, ooh, ooh, ooh)

 

I know a man ain't supposed to cry

But these tears I can't hold inside

Losin' you would mean my life, you see

'Cause you mean that much to me

You could have told me yourself

That you love, love

 

I heard it through the bass line

How not much longer will you be mine

Oh I heard it through the grapevine

And I'm just about to lose my mind

Honey, honey yeah

(Heard it through the grapevine)

(Not much longer would you be my baby, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

 

People say believe half of what you see

Run and hide from what you hear

But I can't help bein' confused

If it's true please tell me dear

Do you plan to let me go

For this other guy you knew before?

 

I heard it through the grapevine

Not much longer will you be mine

Oh, babe I heard it through the grapevine

Ooh I'm just about to lose my mind

Honey, honey

I heard it through the grapevine

Not much longer will you be my baby

I heard it through the grapevine

Not much longer will you be my baby

Heard it through the grapevine

Not much longer will you be my baby

Heard it through the grapevine

Not much longer will you be my baby

I heard it through the grapevine

Not much longer will you be my baby

I heard it through the grapevine

Not much longer will you be my baby

 

I bet you're wondering how I knew

'Bout your plans to make me blue

With some other girl you knew before

We're two of a kind, you know I love you more

Do you plan to let me go

For this other guy you knew before?

Just about to lose my mind

I'm just about to lose my mind, honey

I'm just about to lose my mind

And I'm just about to lose my mind

[CortezTheKiller]

CLOSER TO HEAVEN - Rodney Crowell

 

I don't like hummus

I hate long lines

Noisy neighbours and the nation blind

Chirpy news anchors alter my mood

I'm offended by buzz words

Like awesome men dude

I look like a trainwreck

I feel like a blob

Till you get to know me

You may think I'm a snob

But I'm closer to heaven

Than I've ever been

 

I don't eat sushi

I don't smoke grass

I don't wear pajamas

I don't drive fast

I hate that all gossip and -- shoes

Slick politicians

They give me the blues

I don't ride in limos

I don't play golf

I don't own a riffle

That will blow your head off

But I'm closer to heaven

Than I've ever been

I'm riding that way

From craddle to grave

I'm learning to feel

My hands on the --

 

I love my hands

I love my wife

For little babies

Are the light of my life

I love Sissy Spacek

I love Guy Clark

All the biscuits and gravy

I could eat with a fork

I don't wanna be famous

Who gives a damn

I just wanna be happy

Where ever I am

And I'm closer to heaven

Than I've ever been

Closer to heaven

Than I've ever been

Closer to heaven

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

A very nice Rodney Crowell song from 1978

 

This morning is Monday

Where are you now?

Teasing my memory

teaching me how

To lay low when I don't want to

Your love is elusive

This I know now

It's making me crazy

Leaving me out in the open

When I don't want to

 

Baby, I can't go through this again

I don't need to go down more than I've already been

Just like a wildfire, you're running all over town

As much as you've burned me baby, I should be ashes by now

 

The moments of pleasure

Never do last

They're gone like a suitcase

Full of your past

Long gone

And in a hurry

 

Baby, I can't go through this again

I don't need to go down more than I've already been

Just like a wildfire, you're running all over town

As much as you've burned me baby, I should be ashes by now

 

You're running all over town

As much as you burned me baby, I should be ashes by now

 

Just like a wildfire, you're running all over town

As much as you've burned me baby, I should be ashes by now

As much as you've burned me baby, I should be ashes by now

 

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ashes by now)

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ashes by now)

As much as you've burned me baby, I should be ashes by now

[Basil II]

THE BALLAD OF PETER PUMPKINHEAD -- XTC

 

 

Peter Pumpkinhead came to town

Spreading widsom and cash around

Fed the starving and housed the poor

Showed the Vatican whats gold's for

But he made too many enemies

Of the people who would keep us on our knees

Hooray for Peter Pumpkin

Who will pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?

Oh My!

Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all

Emptied churches and shopping malls

Where he spoke,it would raise the roof

Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth

but he made too many enemies...

Peter Pumpkinhead ut to shame

governments who would slur his name

plots and sex scandals failed outright

Peter merely said

Any kind of love is all right

But he made too many enemies...

Peter Pumpkinhead was too good

Had him nailed to a chunk of wood

He died grinning on live TV

Hanging there he looked a lot like you

and an awful like me!

But he made too many enemies....

Hooray for Peter Pumkin

Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin

Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead

Oh my oh my oh!!

Don't it make you want to cry oh?

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

If you see something that looks like a star

And its shooting up out of the ground

And your head is spinning from a loud guitar

And you just cant escape from the sound

Dont worry too much, itll happen to you

We were children once, playing with toys

And the thing that youre hearing is only the sound of

The low spark of high-heeled boys

 

The percentage youre paying is too high priced

While youre living beyond all your means

And the man in the suit has just bought a new car

From the profit hes made on your dreams

But today you just read that the man was shot dead

By a gun that didnt make any noise

But it wasnt the bullet that laid him to rest was

The low spark of high-heeled boys

 

If you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish

Would you ask for something like another chance?

Or something similar as this? dont worry too much

Itll happen to you as sure as your sorrows are joys

And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of

The low spark of high-heeled boys

 

If I gave you everything that I owned and asked for nothing in return

Would you do the same for me as I would for you?

Or take me for a ride, and strip me of everything including my pride

But spirit is something that no one destroys

And the sound that Im hearing is only the sound

The low spark of high-heeled boys

[froggie]

Warren Zevon - Mr Bad Example:

 

 

I started as an altar boy, working at the church

Learning all my holy moves, doing some research

Which led me to a cash box, labeled "Children's Fund"

I'd leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund

 

I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store

Laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score

I loaded up their furniture, and took it to Spokane

And auctioned off every last naugahyde divan

 

I'm very well aquainted with the seven deadly sins

I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in

I'm proud to be a glutton, and I don't have time for sloth

I'm greedy, and I'm angry, and I don't care who I cross

 

I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt

I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt

I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me

I'll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy

 

Of course I went to law school and took a law degree

And counseled all my clients to plead insanity

Then worked in hair replacement, swindling the bald

Where very few are chosen, and fewer still are called

 

Then on to Monte Carlo to play chemin de fer

I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair

I put my last few francs down on a prostitute

Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute

 

Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig

And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig?

And fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide

Looking through the want ads sipping Fosters in the shade

 

I opened up an agency somewhere down the line

To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines

But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut

And whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the lot

 

I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt

I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt

I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me

I'll live to be a hundred and go down in infamy

 

I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air

And landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear

I'm thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals

I'll see you in the next life, wake me up for meals

[awatt]

I'd like to post lyrics to Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros Burnin' Streets but I can't seem to find them.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Sometimes I feel so uninspired

Sometimes I feel like giving up

Sometimes I feel so very tired

Sometimes I feel like I've had enough

Sometimes you feel like you've been hired

Sometimes you feel like you've been bought

Sometimes you feel like your room's been wired

Sometimes you feel like you've been caught

But don't let it get you down

There is no reason for not failing

You've got to smile and turn the other cheek

So today you might get up

But by tomorrow you'll be sailing

And you won't even hear these words I speak

Some people want to be so desired

Some people can't stand the light of day

Somebody's laughing while someone is crying

But for to want in the close of the day

But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning

I'm gonna cave with all I see

I don't know who's losing and I don't care who's winning

Hardship and trouble following me

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Here I stand, the goddess of Desire,

set men on fire,

I have this power,

morning noon and night it's drink and dancing,

some quick romancing,

and then a quick shower,

stage door johnnies always surround me,

they always hound me,

with one request,

who can satisfy their lustful habits,

I'm not a rabbit!

I need some rest!

 

I'm tired,

sick and tired of love,

I've had my fill of love,

from below and above,

tired,

tired of being admired,

tired of love uninspired,

let's face it,

I'm tired!

 

I've been with 1000's of men,

again and again,

they promise the moon,

they always coming and going,

going and coming,

and always too soon!

Right girls?

 

I'm tired,

tired of playing the game,

ain't it a crying shame?

I'm so tired,

God dammit I'm tired!

 

Hello cowboy, what's your name?

Tex 'mam

Tex 'mam ? Tell me Tex'mam, are you in show business?

No

We'll then why don't you get your freaking feet off here

La ha

Ah ha he hu...

Hello handsome, is that a 10 gallon hat? Or are you just enjoying the show?

Ah ha ah...

Oh miss lilly, oh my laby, oh my pussy cat, put it there baby, put it... ohhhhh

 

I'm tired,

tired of playing the game,

ain't it a crying shame,

I'm so tired

 

[soldiers:]

she's tired

-she's tired

sick and tired of love

-give her a break

she's had her fill of love

-she's not a snake

from bellow and above

-can't you see she's sick?

tired

-she's bushed

tired of being admired

-let her alone

tired of love uninspired

-get off the phone

she's tired

-don't you know she's pooped?

 

I've been with 1000's of men,

again and again,

they sing the same toon,

the start with Byron and Shelly,

and jump on your belly,

and bust your ballon!

aye!

tired,

tired of playing the game,

ain't it a freakin shame,

I'm so...

let's face it,

everything below the waste is kapput!

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Just rediscovered

 

 

A couple of these songs sound absolutely timeless...so familiar. As though I have been hearing them for ages...

 

Broken lines, broken strings,

Broken threads, broken springs,

Broken idols, broken heads,

People sleeping in broken beds.

Ain't no use jiving

Ain't no use joking

Everything is broken.

 

Broken bottles, broken plates,

Broken switches, broken gates,

Broken dishes, broken parts,

Streets are filled with broken hearts.

Broken words never meant to be spoken,

Everything is broken.

 

Seem like every time you stop and turn around

Something else just hit the ground

 

Broken cutters, broken saws,

Broken buckles, broken laws,

Broken bodies, broken bones,

Broken voices on broken phones.

Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin',

Everything is broken.

 

Every time you leave and go off someplace

Things fall to pieces in my face

 

Broken hands on broken ploughs,

Broken treaties, broken vows,

Broken pipes, broken tools,

People bending broken rules.

Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,

Everything is broken.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Far Away where the soft wind blow,

Far away from it all,

There is a place you go

Where teardrops fall.

 

Far away in the stormy night,

Far away and over the wall,

You are there in the flickering light

Where teardrops fall.

 

We banged the drum slowly

And played the fife lowly

You know the song in my heart

Bridge: In the turning of twilight

In the shadows of moonlight

You can show me a new place to start

 

I've torn my clothes and I've drained the cup

Strippin' away at it all,

Thinking of you when the sun comes up

Where teardrops fall.

 

By rivers of blindness,

In love and with kindness

We could hold up a toast if we meet

Bridge: To the cuttin' of fences

To sharpen the senses

That linger in the fireball heat.

 

Roses are red, violets are blue

And time is beginning to crawl,

I just might have to come see you

Where teardrops fall.

[ms. yvon]

THE BALLAD OF PETER PUMPKINHEAD -- XTC

robert, i've also got xtc on my mind!

 

 

XTC--All You Pretty Girls

 

 

Do something for me, boys

If I should die at sea, boys

Write a little note, boys

Set it off afloat, saying

 

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls

Village and city girls by the quayside

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls

Watching and waiting by the sea

 

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls

Quiet or witty girls by the quayside

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls

Watching and waiting by the sea

 

I think about your pale arms waving

When I see the caps upon the green

And the rocking roller-coaster ocean

Think about you every night when I'm fathoms asleep

And in my dreams

We are rocking in a similar motion

 

I think about the salt sea rolling

Down in pearly tears upon your cheeks

Just like the day the harbour pulled away

I think about your warm white sheets unfolding

The more I have to drink

The more that I can think to say

 

Do something for me, boys

If I should die at sea, boys

Write a little note, boys

Set it off afloat, saying

 

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls

Village and city girls by the quayside

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls

Watching and waiting by the sea

 

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls

Quiet or witty girls by the quayside

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls

Watching and waiting by the sea

 

[froggie]

Headless Chickens - Cruise Control:

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes days seem to move just like a big fat man

sometimes days seem to end up where they first began

i've got my t.v tuned to channel you

because there's nothing else that i can do

maybe i should set my heart for cruise control

 

you know there's something else

but still you try to act suprised

i can see your camera filming sweat above my eyes

there's nothing left to save

but,still you know that it was right

to try to make the dream bigger than the night

 

maybe i've got alot of you inside my brain

maybe i'd better shave my memory again

then i'll smile and blow it all away

and send you postcards from anaother day

maybe i should of set my heart for cruise control

 

when panic over-rides my soul give me cruise control

 

you check your watch again

i try to hum a tune

but i can see some one else's shadow in the room

sometimes love gets itchy

it needs to go to far

i think our love just left in some one else's car

 

sometimes days seem to move just like a big fat man

sometimes days seem to end up where they first began

and then it looks like i drove you away

i'lll tell myself you didn't want to stay

maybe i should have set my heart for cruise control

[pillowy star]

 

Travis - Before You Were Young

 

in the days before you were young

we used to sit in the morning sun

we used to turn the radio on

what happened?

we'd see our lies in the eyes of fate

and take our cradles to the grave

but even then we're never saved

from danger

 

and if you ever leave me come

i will be there waiting

waiting for you know i will

i love you for ever

i'll never say never

 

but i've only got two hands

and i'll never learn to dance

i'll never get a second chance

whatever

i'll take the breath away from your sighs

and wipe the tears away from your eyes

and hope the fire never dies

inside you

 

and if you ever leave me come

i will be there waiting

waiting for you know i will

i love you

i love you

i love you...

 

in the days before you were young

we used to sit in the morning sun

we used to turn the radio on

what happened

[froggie]

It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

 

 

 

 

Darkness at the break of noon

Shadows even the silver spoon

The handmade blade, the child's balloon

Eclipses both the sun and moon

To understand you know too soon

There is no sense in trying.

 

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn

Suicide remarks are torn

From the fool's gold mouthpiece

The hollow horn plays wasted words

Proves to warn

That he not busy being born

Is busy dying.

 

Temptation's page flies out the door

You follow, find yourself at war

Watch waterfalls of pity roar

You feel to moan but unlike before

You discover

That you'd just be

One more person crying.

 

So don't fear if you hear

A foreign sound to your ear

It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

 

As some warn victory, some downfall

Private reasons great or small

Can be seen in the eyes of those that call

To make all that should be killed to crawl

While others say don't hate nothing at all

Except hatred.

 

Disillusioned words like bullets bark

As human gods aim for their mark

Made everything from toy guns that spark

To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark

It's easy to see without looking too far

That not much

Is really sacred.

 

While preachers preach of evil fates

Teachers teach that knowledge waits

Can lead to hundred-dollar plates

Goodness hides behind its gates

But even the president of the United States

Sometimes must have

To stand naked.

 

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged

It's only people's games that you got to dodge

And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

 

Advertising signs that con you

Into thinking you're the one

That can do what's never been done

That can win what's never been won

Meantime life outside goes on

All around you.

 

You lose yourself, you reappear

You suddenly find you got nothing to fear

Alone you stand with nobody near

When a trembling distant voice, unclear

Startles your sleeping ears to hear

That somebody thinks

They really found you.

 

A question in your nerves is lit

Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy

Insure you not to quit

To keep it in your mind and not fergit

That it is not he or she or them or it

That you belong to.

 

Although the masters make the rules

For the wise men and the fools

I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

 

For them that must obey authority

That they do not respect in any degree

Who despise their jobs, their destinies

Speak jealously of them that are free

Cultivate their flowers to be

Nothing more than something

They invest in.

 

While some on principles baptized

To strict party platform ties

Social clubs in drag disguise

Outsiders they can freely criticize

Tell nothing except who to idolize

And then say God bless him.

 

While one who sings with his tongue on fire

Gargles in the rat race choir

Bent out of shape from society's pliers

Cares not to come up any higher

But rather get you down in the hole

That he's in.

 

But I mean no harm nor put fault

On anyone that lives in a vault

But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

 

Old lady judges watch people in pairs

Limited in sex, they dare

To push fake morals, insult and stare

While money doesn't talk, it swears

Obscenity, who really cares

Propaganda, all is phony.

 

While them that defend what they cannot see

With a killer's pride, security

It blows the minds most bitterly

For them that think death's honesty

Won't fall upon them naturally

Life sometimes

Must get lonely.

 

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards

False gods, I scuff

At pettiness which plays so rough

Walk upside-down inside handcuffs

Kick my legs to crash it off

Say okay, I have had enough

What else can you show me?

 

And if my thought-dreams could be seen

They'd probably put my head in a guillotine

But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

[lizish]

Relative Surplus Value - The Weakerthans

 

 

 

Find the airport, 7 a.m.

My heart pumping pure mini-bar

Sit on the concrete by the carts

And some girl throws a dime in my lap

 

You won't be laughing when you hear how this one ends

So I sleep through the entire flight

Don't really wake up until the cab driver says

'Hey, where you going, I forget.'

 

Think of the time I came to visit you here

The year after Jeremy died

And the elevator's fast and pops my ears out.

 

They're all waiting patiently

Touch my name tag and say 'Hello'

I'm too tired to smile today

Squeak the chair once, take a deep breath

Straighten my tie and say, 'What's the damage.'

 

And the pause feels like an extra year of high school

The CEO takes me aside

I'm down 12 points and they're selling.

 

The graphs in the board room show

by the time that the market opens in Tokyo,

I'll be worthless

 

So, what I'm trying to say,

I mean what I'm asking is,

I know we haven't talked in a while

But could you come get me?

[lizish]

 

Ahead by a Century - Tragically Hip

 

First we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk

Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts

With illusions of someday casting a golden light

No dress rehearsal, this is our life

That's when the hornet stung me and I had a feverish dream

With revenge and doubt tonight we smoke them out

 

You are ahead by a century

 

Stare in the morning shroud and then the day began

I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand

Rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night

No dress rehearsal, this is our life

 

That's when the hornet stung me and I had a serious dream

With revenge and doubt tonight, we smoked them out

 

You are ahead by a century

But this is our life and disappointing you getting me down

 

Wish this band had a rhythm section or guitarist that matched Downie's talent. They coulda been soo much better.

[Sly like a Foxwell]

REM : Ignoreland

 

These bastards stole their power from the victims of the Us v. Them years,

Wrecking all things virtuous and true

The undermining social democratic downhill slide into abysmal

Lost lamb off the precipice into the trickle down runoff pool

They hypnotised the summer, 1979

Marched into the capital brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready,

Heartless, and labeled. Super US citizen, super achiever,

Mega ultra power doesn't relax.

Defense, defense, defense, defense. Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah, ignoreland

Yeah, yeah, yeah

 

The information nation took their clues from all the sound-bite gluttons

1980, 84, 88, 92 too, too

How to be what you can be, junk, damn junk in your energy

How to walk in dignity with throw up on your shoes

They amplified the autumn, 1979

Calculate the capital, offer the public my skinny ass

TV tells a million lies. The paper's terrified to report

Anything that isn't handed on a presidential spoon,

I'm just profoundly frustrated by all this. So, fuck you, man (fuck 'em)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah, ignoreland

If they wasn't there we would have created them. Maybe, it's true,

But I'm resentful all the same. Someone's got to take the blame

I know that this is vitriol. No solution, spleen venting,

But I feel better having screamed. Don't you?

They desecrate the winter, 1979

Capital collateral. Brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready,

Heartless, and labeled. Super US citizen, super achiever,

Mega ultra power doesn't relax.

Defense, defense, defense, defense. Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah, ignoreland

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah

I did not do the revolution

Thank you

[CortezTheKiller]

"Desperados Waitin' For a Train" Guy Clark

 

I played the Red River Valley

He'd sit in the kitchen and cry

Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'

And wonder, "Lord, why has every well I've drilled gone dry?"

 

We were friends, me and this old man

We's like desperados waitin' for a train

Desperados waitin' for a train

 

He's a drifter, a driller of oil wells

He's an old school man of the world

He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to

And he'd wink and give me money for the girls

And our lives was like, some old Western movie

Like desperados waitin' for a train

Like desperados waitin' for a train

 

From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him

To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe

There was old men with beer guts and dominos

Lying 'bout their lives while they played

I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick"

Just like desperados waitin' for a train

Like desperados waitin' for a train

 

One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty

He's got brown tobacco stains all down his chin

Well to me he was a hero of this country

So why's he all dressed up like them old men

Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two

Jus' like desperados waitin' for a train

Like a desperado waitin' for a train

 

The day 'fore he died I went to see him

I was grown and he was almost gone.

So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen

And sang one more verse to that old song

(spoken) Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'

 

We're desperados waitin' for a train

Was like desperados waitin' for a train

[HungryHippo]

Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata." haven't listened to this in ages and found an old vinyl copy at Goodwill. its some good stuff.

[lizish]

 

I found a letter it read

"Our existence has serious side effects"

Turned on, turned on the television

It's telling me the world is collapsing

I think it's coming and it comes so fast

I'm hearing whispers of an infinite yes

And I don't know why it is

Our bodies are dead, why you look so sad?

 

And my therapist said

"We've evolved through a series of accidents"

There's been talk of chemical imbalances

Restless sense of detachment, nausea and or violence

 

I think it's coming and it comes so fast

I'm hearing whispers of an infinite yes

And I don't know why it is

I feel it coming, I think it's real and significant

I think I think I think a little too often

That's what my therapist said

We're alone in this wilderness

Left to choke on the pills and to feed on the viruses

I think it's coming and it comes so fast

 

I think it's coming and it comes so fast

I'm hearing whispers of an infinite yes

Our bodies are dead, why you look so sad

Our bodies are dead, why you look so sad

[MrRain422]

Heavens to Betsy

The man's out to get me

He's raising my rent and he's taking my money

While the rich get rich

Well, us poor don't get shit

Except shit on by rich men

Shit on by women

And shit on by everyone shitting

 

Is there a place where I can go?

Away from the snakes and the liars

 

Heavens to Betsy

The man's out to get me

He's fucking my wife while he's counting my money

While the rich get rich

Well, us poor don't get shit

Except shit on by rich men

Who shit on their women

 

Is there a place where I can go?

Away from the snakes and the liars

Down by the lake where the wild wind blows

Free from weight of desire

 

That's what I'm talking about

Money

Ain't got it but you want it

 

Is there a place where I can go?

Where the rich don't get rich and the poor don't get shit on

Is there a place where I can go?

Where the rich don't get rich and the poor don't get shit on

By everyone shitting

Everyone shitting

Everyone shitting

Everyone

Shitting

[mountain bed]

We who have so much

To you who have so little

To you who don't have anything at all

We who have so much

More than any one man does need

And you who don't have anything at all

Does anybody need another million dollar movie

Does anybody need another million dollar star

Does anybody need to be told over and over

Spittin in the wind comes back at you twice as hard

 

Strawman - going straight to the devil

Strawman - going straight to hell

Strawman - going straight to the devil

Strawman, strawman

 

(yes)

 

Does anyone need a billion dollar rocket

Does anyone need a $60,000 car

Does anyone need another President

Or the sins of Swaggart parts 6, 7 ,8 and 9

Does anyone need another politician

Caught with his pants down, money sticking in his hole

Does anyone need another racist preacher

Spittin' in the wind can only do you harm

 

Strawman - going straight to the devil

Strawman - going straight to hell

Strawman - going straight to the devil

Strawman, strawman

 

Does anyone need another faulty shuttle

Blastin' off to the Moon, Venus or Mars

Does anyone need another self-righteous rock singer

Whose nose he says has led him straight to God

Does anyone need another blank skyscraper

If you're like me I'm sure a minor miracle will do

A flaming sword, or maybe a Gold Ark floatin' up the Hudson

When you spit in the wind it comes right back at you

 

Strawman - going straight to the devil

Strawman - going straight to hell

Strawman - going straight to the devil

Strawman, strawman

[mountain bed]

The words had all been spoken

But somehow the feeling still wasn't right

And still we continued on through the night

Tracing our steps from the beginning

Until they vanished into the air

Trying to understand how our lives had led us there

 

Looking hard into your eyes

There was nobody I'd ever known

Such an empty surprise - to feel so alone

 

Now for me some words come easy

But I know that they don't mean that much

Compared to the things that are said when lovers touch

You never knew what I loved in you

I don't know what you love in me

Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be

 

Awake again, I can't pretend, and I know I'm alone

And close to the end

Of the feeling we've known

 

How long have I been sleeping?

How long have I been drifting alone through the night?

How long have I been dreaming I could make it right

If I close my eyes, and try with all my might

To be the one you need

 

Awake again, I can't pretend, and I know I'm alone

And close to the end

Of the feeling we've known

 

How long have I been sleeping?

How long have I been drifting alone through the night?

How long have I been running for that morning flight

Through the whispered promises and the changing light

Of the bed where we both lie

Late for the sky

[mountain bed]

Oh, God is playing marbles

With his planets and his stars

Creating havoc through my life

Through his influence on Mars

 

That's why I'm stumbling down the highway

On my boots of steel

I should be rolling down the skyway

On my cosmic wheels

Cosmic wheels..

 

In the present position of the planets

It's impossible for me to say

Just when I'll find my course again

With these boulders in my way

 

I should be rolling down the skyway

On my cosmic wheels

Instead of stumbling down this highway

On my boots of steel

 

I should be rolling down the skyway

On my cosmic wheels

Cosmic wheels, celestial wheels

[froggie]

take it away Big Yin!

 

 

Our little dog is six years old, and he's smart as any damn kid.

But when you mention the V.E.T. he damn near flips his lid.

Words like S.H.O.T. shot or W.O.R.M. worm,

These are words which make him S.Q.U.I.R.M. squirm.

His Q.U.A.R.A.N.T.I.N.E starts today,

Because he bit the V.E.T. and then he ran away.

He caused me and my wife to have a big fight, and then, both of them bit me.

And that's why I am gonnae get a D.I.V.O.R.C.E.

 

She shouted "get him Rover," and he jumped over, and bit my L.E.G.

She sank her teeth in my B.U.M. and called me an effin B.

Well I'm telling you, that was my cue, to get O.F.F.-ski

And I'm going down to the town tonight to get a new B.I.R.D.

 

Oh yes his Q.U.A.R.A.N.T.I.N.E starts today.

Both my wife and my wee scabby dug will soon be hauled away.

That's why I spell out all these words, so as my dog can't hear.

Oh I must admit that dog is acting Q.U.E.R. queer.

 

Oh, I must admit that dog is acting Q.U.E.R. queer.