because I don't want this page to be a mile long,
nor do I wish to create separate pages for each song,
I will employ a modified "11 Tracks of Whack"-style lyric arrangement.
the * means I completely fudged this lyric.
I get four or five miles a gallon in this old car/I don't care as long as it takes me to where you are.
You ain't leavin' no tracks to follow, it's drivin' me mad but what else can I do?
This all too mobile home is calling out for you.
you get thirty miles out of Phoenix on a three-day crying/when you left to find the end on the number five*
you slammed the door behind you/you walked out on the life that we once knew
This all too mobile home is calling out for you.
(instrumental bridge->guitar solo)
well, they say it's only cheating, but now we're man on man/take your hand outta my pocket, don't put it in again.
you get married in San Diego/and these times that walk out need to be brought on through*
This all to mobile home is crawling after you.
(outro)
well, this all too mobile home is killing me/and there's nothing that you can do to set me free.
darling, oh now, darling, come back to me...
Soundbite
Pour out the wine, little girl/I've got just two friends in this whole wide world.
Here's to reckless lovers/We all need somebody.
Smashing in the yellow Jag/I've my life and laundry in a Gladstone bag.
You should know the program/Just one red rose and a tender goodbye (one last goodbye)
And I run to the second arrangement/it's only the natural thing.
the roue steps out, with no regrets/a sparkling conscience, a new address/
when i run to the second arrangement/the home of a mutual friend.
Now's the time to redfine the first arrangement again.
It's a sticky situation, a serious affair/I must explain it to you somehow.
Right now, I'll just move back one square.
(guitar solo)
Old friends abandon me/it's just the routine politics of jealousy.
Someday we'll remember/just one red rose and a tender goodbye (one last goodbye)
(chorus repeat)
Soundbite Soundbite 2
Kulee Baba
My nom-de-voyage is Mexuine/I carry the proper papers/I seek the primal rhythms of the bush.
I preserve great moments as they come/and sure this must be one.
Brightly colored dancers on the screen/are no more than a prelude to the ritual unfolding.
no white man's eyes have ever seen/the cruel primeval rite that you're beholding.
Kulee Baba/coming your way/ev'ry Sunday
Live from nowhere/sat'lite relay/Hell on Broadway
My suit is a bright Irish green/the color and cut are striking/i'm something of a standout in a crowd
Don't chew on that power cable, son/I guess I owe you one.
Bored with my Chief Engineer/I'll mix with the mouth* for all the folks at home.
I'm tasting the local beer/and half the crew is dancing on the fold
(chorus repeat)->solo
Sweet holy Jesus, what a night/Saint Augustine was right
The cam'raman began the kulee baba/the broadcast was over/our featured friends were gone
I hear there's a bash in New Orleans/It's a long finale, we must be moving on/
Moving on...
(chorus repeat)
Here/in the heart of the city the night world has no name
I/wrote a letter last night and I tried to explain.
here, they say life is reckless and free/and I guess that I agree/
It was hard to say/I found a way/But oh, no...
I can't write home about you/I can't write home about you/
folks back home, they got a four-letter word about it/I heard about you
Rich girls/bring their money downtown to hear those cat-house blues/
Thin men/with a dollar three-eighty with nothing to lose/
Tonight, I'll find myself in this all/then I'll know that I belong/
My whole world is here/I'll make it clear/but oh, no...
(chorus repeat)
Gin and roses/hold on, we'll spiral down
soul dancing at the cafe/bottom of the underground
(solo)
Tonight, I'll find myself in this all/then I'll know that I belong/
My whole world is here/I'll make it clear/but oh, no...
(chorus repeat twice)
Last thing I remember/before it all went wrong
back in the Fall of 92
we were skipping rocks across the water/till the tourists were all gone
then I slipped into you sideways/right there on the beach in Malibu
there was nothing we woudnt do then/no place we wouldn't go
all in our fawn-and-aqua 733
so maybe you can tell me/how was I supposed to know
we'd be standing out here in the soup line/in this post-Bush post-Reagan post-cold war economy
now you do remember little Foxy/the funny little dog we found
out romping on the beach that day
last week i sold your ruby earrings/took old Foxy to the pound
you shouldve heard him howling/when that old beamer pulled away
(interlude)
(vibraphone solo)
(horn solo)
say, I wonder are you happy?/whatever you got up to now
out somewhere slingin' pussy I'd suppose
just standing out there on the pavement /as the weather would allow
another agent-would-be-starlet/cheap perfume, flashy clothes
cause it was you and me and little Foxy/that funny little dog we used to love
out romping on the beach all day
some nights I just lie awake and wonder/just what we were thinking of
when we were voting for all those bastards/who gave the whole damn star away
'cause it was all good times and sunshine/in the not too very long ago
at least as it applied to you and me
did we ever stand a chance, girl?
I guess we'll never know
thanks to George Bush and those Nazis
down in Washington, DC
DC....
There were the best days of the summer/they will distract us no more
spend whats in leftover pieces/across the garage floor
now its such a sad situation/tell me, what can it be?
whats happ'nin' all over Ann Street/is happ'ning all over me
we frolic with reckless, free abandon/its got to be the rising line
even as the season's ending /we're running low on sweet borrowed time
Those dead leaves piled up out by the mailbox/up against the first decent flow
we wondered what would it feel like/just diving in that pool
all of sudden there's a tear in your eye
the end of an era soon is kissed goodbye
our lawn is dying, we're watching it die
well, when the sun starts looking lazy/down at a quarter to five
the girls are talking and laughing /up at the top of the drive
we cannot work in a dungeon*/but about what we're gonna do
who's gonna save the petunias/now that we've forgotten to
a little taste, a little lite conversation/isnt that the way it always was
as a zero-sum equation/or a lesson in some long-lost losing cause
Greep is hungry, i can't read him/tell him that i already gave
tell him its the midnight hour/dancing by the side of the grave
The Rogers are crumbling now and its starting to show
right now Eve'll notice as its going that slow
our lawn is dying, in case you dont know
(interlude)
(horn solo)
let's throw a party in this doleful occasion/show the bastards who you really are
no itchy goomba dance sensation/just sending wishes to the wrong shooting star
all the way from DC to daylight/illumination in the cold, gray dawn
pick up on the cellular ray phone*/in case you got to call someone
there's no-one the blame now, and there's nothing to do
lets just make the best of whats me and whats you
our lawn is dying, so, what else is new
(vibes, horn outro solos)
Soundbite
My man Stanley/Suave but manly
Taking cover from the mark within
Now he's hiding/Pretty soon he's sliding
Looking for a lonely heart to take refuge in
Down the alley/My gal Sally
A little bruised and battered maybe from a couple times before
Hold her steady/Now she's ready
To climb into the ring and do it all once more
Does it hurt when I do this/Can you laugh when I go like this
All right keep it down/This one's cool for maybe one more round
Just look for big pieces when we sweep up tonite boys
Nobody's gonna blame you/Scratch 'em right off that list
Medical science is helpless/Helpless in a case like this
I know you're gonna thank me later/For giving this one a miss.
'Cause medical science is helpless/Helpless in a case like this
Ivory Eddie/half dead already
But too dumb to lie down or even let a brother know
Trouble's cruising/Ed's still using
Never known for passing on a chance to just say "Yo"
Little Leroy/Eddie's home boy
Still too wet behind the ears to know his right from his wrong
And what big E's sporting/Little Lee is snorting
Guess Ed stopped on his way down to drag the kid along
And all the jiveasses and the true believers
Bullshit givers and receivers/here today tomorrow gone
To the triage tent in the great beyond
Wherein the angel tangoes wth the infidel
Normally I'd be angry/Normally I'd be pissed
But medical science is helpless/Helpless in a case like this
Better make mine a double/Serve it up with a twist
'Cause medical science is helpless/Helpless in a case like this
Nobody's gonna blame you/Scratch 'em right off the list
Medical science is helpless/Helpless in a case like this
I know you're gonna thank me laterFor giving this one a miss.
'Cause medical science is helpless/Helpless in a case like this
Normally I'd be angry/Normally I'd be pissed
But medical science is helpless/Helpless in a case like this
On the streets of another jungle/On the low rent side of town
there's a club called Jack of Diamonds/and the brothers are gettin' down
check the midnight set they got/Rad Rolling on the saxophone
born again, hot bop in/many changes still unknown
20 years the same location/nothing but the best will do
all is just a celebration/the passing of the Sampaiku
don your big girl and grab your girdle/hurry up I wish you would
let's just be there for the blow in/get it now while the getting's good
Tuesday come is big change-over/Sally Sit and Laughing Trash
ain't no more where this came from/if you miss that final bash
every little eighth note smilin'/every little phrase rings true
man behind the bar is stylin'/on out into the avenue
Rounding out the true believers/there's three including me and you
get the eager Berkeley beavers/I'm talking about the Sampaiku
(break)
Me and the J-girl stood there watching/a vision all in black and blue
I thought I heard the saints go marching/it was passing of the Sampaiku
nothing but your bad intentions/is all they let you carry through
so steady in the next dimension/is the coming of the Sampaiku
Yeah, this is my man Jerome/coming in fast and loud
veteran of the late unrest/running with the sporting crowd
hiding out in the alley/walking on broken glass
talking about damnation and waiting for the moon to pass
hunkering on God's sidewalk/drinking that turpentine
bringing out a bag of dog food for very good friend of mine
yeah, me and my friend jerome/come all the way across town
meet the boys/make some noise/and to kick that gun around/now kick it
(break)
dont look now/you got stuck in the jaws of time somehow
dont you worry what you see/what you get to drag down the gutters of eternity
settle down and/put your goggles on/get the popcorn ready
you know we're running a little long/
oh, yeah roll them joe's/sit back a let youself enjoy the show
oh yeah, there you are/ripped to the tits on roam along
talking bout your long lost friend/maybe feeling sorry for yourself in the end
don't we remember?/she was 17/all the words came easy
and now you're talking to the dawn
now, who's to say/exactly what it was that blew that girl away?
now we know you know you just trading her ass
On the Ghost of Hypnos Past
(break)
Hand me down my belongings/throw 'em in a paper sack
running from a hellhound armchair with tragedy on my back
talk about two trains running/gonna be the end of me
gotta make a midnight rendezvous on the corner of 6 and D
murderous thoughts and glances/go whistling through the dark
wondering about mortality while I'm praying for a place to park
yeah, me and my friend jerome/come all the way acrosss town
meet the boys/make some noise/and to kick that gun around/now kick it
(sax solo)
Miles away/lost in the here tomorrow/gone today
looking back where once you stood
and wondering was it all ever all that bad or all that good
there he goes again/with the pork pie hat/and the highboy collar
riding the train to Dewey Square/oh, way down where
chasing what was really never anywhere
This time I think you captured it at least.
It's the Ghost of Hypnos Past
It's the Ghost of Hypnos Past
Round and round/the words are spining
why don't we take it/from the beginning
I know it hurst but/babe dont you worry
lets take our time/what's the hurry
your eyes are moving/yes I can see them
the words are soothing/why dont I beleive them?
your eyes are beaming/but I can't receive them
(break)
you say our love just/needs some attention
maybe its stuck in/the fourth dimension
you say it wants more/kissage and huggage
maybe it just got/lost with our luggage
maybe our love just/needs space to grown in
a place to go to/vector to go in
maybe what i need's/a towel to throw in
dont you remember that rainy night?
riding the dog in the pale moonlight
making love up in the very last row
Lord have mercy, half way to Jersey
spare me the details of guts and glory
the truth is just another story
why don't you give me
why don't you give me
lies I can believe?
I never said I was a diplomat
I guess I got no country to be true to
so don't you tell me not to be like that
don't you blame me when I do like you do
life is a gamble/you're never ready
the sands are shifting but/the winds are steady
they never let up/so keep your head up
don't let em blow you away
(break)
to every man goes/his share of passion
but I'm way under/the legal ration
I think you nailed it/right down to the letter
It's getting older/but it ain't getting better
maybe our love just/needs a vacation
the train is rolling/out of the station
across the platform/another train is pulling in
lovers sighing in exotic places
holding hands with all the aces
making love up on the captain's table
all the way, all the way home
I see my past stretched out before me
the truth is just another story
why don't you give me
why don't you give me
lies I can believe?
Aaron's rolling now most ev'ry night/skating backwards at the speed of light
He's changed/all in a thousand little ways, he's changed/whoa, darling, yes indeed
you know he's/stuck out in the middle/he's hanging with the Jack of Speed
Sheila's party, babe, is the case in point/that bogus haircut just snuck out that joint/
well, he's gone/he may be sleeping in your bed, but he's gone/oh, darling, guaranteed/
he may be/layed out on the sofa/but he's smoking with the Jack of Speed
Yeah, I know how that you're thinking that it might be just fine
but one full blown tear across that thin white line
but will you be laughing when you're all alone?
looking down on the upside/locked out ih the danger zone
He can't hear you, honey/that's OK/just throw your luggage in that Chevrolet
and you're right on/you run out on that lame stampede, right on/oh angel, guaranteed
you got to/get out little angel/cause you're dancing with the Jack of Speed
(guitar and/or piano solo)
(bridge and last verse repeat)
Stop making us hungry/Beth wrangler's gotta take a break sometime
gotta feed the machine
Steamer Heaven is empty/a couple kids sitting high on the counter
the love that you need
soon as he walks in the door, she's smiling/
covers his eyes with his hands
cause everyone knows that its scary out there
when you jump to the wetside
where its cold and its light and the screaming of flight
and its way/complex/and it drew/all the harsh effects
Meg goes for the bomb/couple of rocks with an angel food healing*
the junk on the top
gives em back a quarter/a few backed tears and you can feel the flame talking
the moment they stand on the edge of history
fell into animal times
chorus repeat
interlude->guitar solo
blacked out on the tarmac/it was alive with the sweet sounds of summer
all the steamer's are right
Meg tries to remember/sleepin' kinda cool, but its already fading
back to straight black and white
maybe in need of a ride downtown
covers his eyes with his hands
chorus repeat twice
So Gwen is zoomin'/slow Friday night
box down to be among the city where the vibe is right
she doubleclicks the icon/waits to juice
salt spray hits/she's thinking if anybody has a right to feel this free
crazy beaches/killer moonlight
Cash Only Island's a lucky night
let's take a hayride to the great hall of fun
Sue and the carefree/tell the fellas what you've won
some kiki pothead/fights the room
ben picks "bully bully"/how I love that tune
saw the guest tally/tear yourself away
2 or 3 double Marti's and a straight Jack/start to look OK
chorus repeat
interlude->guitar solo
the night is quiet/the good rain comes
can't you hear the distant drumming of the Cash only Island drums?
the smell is rising/the lava starts to flow
pick up the house for the honey let's go and go and go....
