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PURPENDICULAR 1996 Vavoom: Ted the Mechanic He was playing pool and drinking beer Nothing more'n the occasional tear But this man's life goes on He gets greased all over from time to time At the strip joint, where we met He said: "Hi! My name is Ted See that one over there, that ball of thunder? Every time she goes Vavoom, I wiggle in my chair Eh oh can I buy you a beer?" Erh what a guy! "Well I've had a few myself" he said "But I never quit when I'm ahead Too many rules and regulations, stupid laws designed by fools behind closed doors And another thing I won't discuss is religion, it always causes a fight" Vavoom "There she goes again" Huh ah how does she do that, Ted? Yeah! Aaaah haah! And he told me of those injustices that he had suffered in his life His wife and kids and boss and dogs and neighbours raising cain and causing strife They were forever whining, bleating, howling, yapping, screeching, moaning, crying Vavoom He fed them well Aaaah he keep them warm Ted - Ted the Mechanic Thing about Ted, didn't really care Nothing much got in his hair The beauty of it was that he was right He was big as a truck, fast as a door (what's that?) He was always right The banjo player took a hike And what's that song I used to like Vavoom Big as a truck Uh he was fast as a door Ted - What a guy! Mmm top man, our Ted Top man, our Ted Top man, our Ted Loosen my strings Wake up in the morning, get into bed Closing my eyes, I rest my head There is no arrangement, no time and no place It's gone in the wind and left no trace ooh ouh Who can say, maybe or whatever, it's up to you You know you can trust me and I'll make it up to you You move with the action, you loosen my strings Your fingers can smooth out my jangles and all those things The grease on the handle and the tangles in my hair They always seem to go together - I don't care Who can say, maybe or whatever, it's up to you You know you can trust me and I'll make it up to you The grease on the handle and the tangles in my hair They always seem to go together - I don't care Soon forgotten Oouh... Sometimes I sit and wonder Sometimes I just sit I hope you all know what you're doing Anyway, who is driving this thing? Did you know the warriors of the flat earth Have become the tyrants of the globe? It's round about that time again She cried "It's all for one of my friends" All my dreams are forgotten when you leave me on the shelf I can think of nothing better than to sit here by myself Least remembered, soon forgotten Didn't matter anyway How can I ever miss you if you never go away? I'm amazed by the way how are you I'm amazed how could you It wasn't that good to start with Anyway, nothing's quite that simple Did you know the warriors of the flat earth Have become the tyrants of the globe? It's round about that time again She cried "It's all for one of my friends" All my dreams are forgotten when you leave me on the shelf I can think of nothing better than to sit here by myself Sometimes I sit and wonder Sometimes I just sit I hope you all know what you're doing Anyway, who is driving this thing? Least remembered, soon forgotten Didn't matter anyway How can I ever miss you if you never go away? Sometimes I feel like screaming While you were out... the message says You left a number an' I tried to call But they wrote it down in a perfect Spanish scrawl Perfect Spanish scrawl Yet again, I'm missing you King size bed in a hotel someplace I hear your name, I see your face I see your face Yeah... Back street dolls and the side door Johnnies Wide eyed boys with their bags full of money Back in the alley going bang to the wall Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl Heaven wouldn't be so high, I know If the times gone by hadn't been so low Best laid plans come apart at the seams Shatter all my dreams Sometimes I feel like screaming, close my eyes It's times like this my head goes down The only thing I know is the name of this town Name of this town Yet again, I'm missing you Won't be long, I'm coming home 'Til that distant time, I'll be moving on I'll be moving on Back street dolls and the side door Johnnies And the wide eyed boys with their bags full of money Back in the alley going bang to the wall Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl Heaven wouldn't be so high, I know If the times gone by hadn't been so low Best laid plans come apart at the seams Shatter my dreams It's all in the mind Ouh it's all in the mind It's all in the mind It's all in the mind Ouh Back street dolls and the side door Johnnies It's all in the mind Wide eyed boys with their bags full of money Back in the alley going bang to the wall Aaah... Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl Heaven wouldn't be so high, I know All in the mind If the times gone by hadn't been so low Best laid plans come apart at the seams Aaah... Shatter my dreams Cascades: I'm not your lover mumble mumble You know I'm not your lover now It might as well be said And then you say you're leaving Or maybe I'm just hanging on a thread I gave you everything It didn't seem that much You gave me your opinion With the usual heavy handed touch What can I do about the rain that falls on you I'm not your lover now I'm not your lover now What can I do about the rain that falls on you I'm not your lover now I'm not your lover now My head is spinning endlessly My senses won't react Then I'm falling through a black hole Part of me is never coming back How you can lose a thing you never really had And you always hurt the one you love And you just love to hurt me bad What can I do about the rain that falls on you I'm not your lover now I'm not your lover now What can I do about the sky that falls on you I'm not your lover I'm not your lover You really must be going now By god, is that the time? Let me put you out of my misery They call it being cruel to be kind I only insult my friends The rest can go to hell You can read it anyway you want Oh well, you're not so bad yourself What can I do about the rain that falls on you I'm not your lover now I'm not your lover now What can I do about the rain that falls on you I'm not your lover now I'm not your lover now What can I do about the rain that falls on you I'm not your lover now I'm not your lover now What can I do about the rain that falls on you I'm not your lover now I'm not your lover now The aviator Riding on the moonpath in the silver of the night The fragrance on the air was of another time I cried in all my innocence, you were dressed in white even if I'd had the strength, I couldn't move to save my life The fear and the thrill of the beast at the window The shivers and the chills on the hottest of nights He walked right through my open door As I began to run, he threw some gold upon the floor And said "There's plenty more where that came from" I'm tired of the bombs I'm tired of the bullets I'm the aviator A dream's a dream whatever it seems Whatever it seems I flew along the lighted streets, I flew above the town I flew in ever rising circles ever further from the ground As I begin to lose my breath faces turn a spin A distant corner of the room will open up and let me in I'm tired of the news I'm tired of the weather I'm the aviator A dream's a dream whatever they say Whatever they say Oooh I flew along the lighted streets, I flew above the town I flew in ever rising circles ever further from the ground I cried in all my innocence, you were dressed in white And even if I'd had the strength, I couldn't move to save my life I'm tired of the bombs Tired of the bullets Tired of the crazies on TV I'm the aviator A dream's a dream whatever it seems And I'm tired of the news Tired of the weather Tired of the same thing every day I'm the aviator A dream's a dream whatever they say Whatever they say Rosa's Cantina Going to Rosa's Cantina Going to Rosa's Cantina Hoping that she's still there Going to Rosa's Cantina Might have been the dust in my eyes Might have been the dust in my eyes Could have been the neon cactus Lighting up the desert sky Must have been the dust in my eyes Some would call it suicide Some would call it suicide I would call it paradise Some would call it suicide Dancing on the table Dancing on the table Dancing on the table When she's drunker than she's able Dancing on the table Some would call it suicide I would call it paradise Some would call it hell on earth Is she right? Is she wrong? Will she sing another song? Wicked as it seems right now Rosa wants her baby back Rosa wants her baby back Since he's gone she's losing track Rosa wants her baby back Easy with that Cadillac Easy with that Cadillac Easy with that Cadillac Some of this and some of that Pass me that Cadillac A castle full of rascals Nothing here for me today Garbaggio from the men in grey Don't do this, you can't do that What's the point, what's the matter, anyway Fat cat's licking cream Dirty business, hard and mean You got narrow eyes and hungry days There's got to be a better way Something here about my face Somehing make you think I got time to waste What you doing standing there Why don't you call someone who cares Fat cats all the same Easy answers, just a game Another day nothing changes Oh there's got to be a better way Got to be a better way Oooh... A glistening of questioners prepared the inquisition While jackals in the shadows manoeuvre for position A fundament of righteous men, a barrow ideals The carriage of misjustice crushes all beneath it's wheels Conspiracies of silence within the temple walls Graveyards full of promises that no one can recall A castle full of rascals, a fortress full of thieves A parliament of silver tongues that latter to deceive aah Oh my darling Carolina If you get the chance to walk behind her She's so clean, you see no splash Just the Texas chainsaw massacre Fat cat's got to go I'm rockin' and rollin' from my headache to my toes She's trying to set the world on fire Up there in her Ivory tower Ooh got to be a better way Aaah got to be a better way Got to be a better way ouh... A touch away Mother Nature's been good to me That's why I'm sitting in this cherry tree But it's alright, it's alright It's not so bad, I'm just a touch away Shady lady from shady lane Lying in my bed again And it's alright, feels good It's not so bad when she's just a touch away Nothing much is all I ask And it's alright, oh yes Light as a feather, o-oh yes Like a rosebud when the sun is high She opens up before my eyes And the light falls on her wet skin It's alright, I'm just a touch away Nothing much is all I know And it's alright, oh yes Light as a feather and just a touch away Put a finger to her lips again She cries with pleasure, cries with pain And it's alright, feels good It's not so bad, just a touch away Nothing much is all I know Not too fast and not too slow It's alright, oh yes Soft as a feather and just a touch away Hey Cisco Watch him ride into the sunset He'd have the little fat guy right along his side Echoing off the canyon, Hey Cisco from Pancho N' pretty soon the black sombrero would reply Hey Pancho, what's happening, mi amigo It's getting somewhere near the end, this winding trail When we've raced around the corner for the final dusty time Mr Renaldo 'n' Carillo's going to jail What they doing to my friend What they doing to my man Don't matter when, I'll stay to the end Hey Cisco, let's go out in style Going down together Going down together Going down together Going down Can't open no more supermarkets Duncan's sombrero's hanging up there with his guns Some cigarro sucking slag under a chip Hollywood chandelier Says "Cisco kid, you know your day is done" Let me know how you are doin', Mr Renaldo If you need me I could be a friend for life There don't seem any point, we should throw 'way all these years Why don't we saddle up and ride out one more time What they doing to my friend What they doing to my man Don't matter when, I'll stay to the end Hey Cisco, let's go out in style Going down together Going down together Going down together Going down What they doing to my friend What they doing to my man Don't matter when, I'll stay to the end Hey Cisco, let's go out in style What they doing to my friend What they doing to my man Don't matter when, I'll stay to the end Hey Cisco, let's go out in style Going down together Going down together Going down together Going down Somebody stole my guitar Remind me to tell you 'bout the old silver miner Name of Hard Rock Pete, had his house built on a slope They say one of his legs lived in Calico And there's a rumour going round that the other lived in hope So I walked in the room and I stopped I turned around and looked over my shoulder And a voice close beside me said "You'd better watch your head, the party is over" Somebody stole my guitar They took it from the back seat of my car It wasn't long before the waitress came over and said "Can I freshen up your drink? And have you heard of these boys? And if you feel inclined to buy some cowboy boots? Well it's not that bad, we can talk above the noice" So I sucked on my beer Shut my eyes and tried to listen to the words I know I missed the meaning But the message was something I'd already heard Somebody stole my guitar They took it from the back seat of my car Johnny Ringo's voice is getting deeper And now he's going to put another lock on the door The night is getting later, my head is getting lighter The mood is getting darker, Tequila being poured So I smile at the old gunslinger In his frame on the wall as he pushed back his hat And it's all coming back I'd cut a long story short but it's much too late for that Somebody stole my guitar They took it from the back seat of my car I was sleeping in Memphis in my hotel room Somebody stole my guitar The purpendicular waltz Yey-yeah! Put your money down, take your choice That's the way it is every time with these boys And you sense no shame and you feel no disgrace Somebody wins, somebody loses - it's a dirty dirty race Oh my life, it's a dog's life Yeah... One empty Monday out of the blue Took a good luck turn and started something new Out of the gutter, out of the rain Out of my head and I'm feeling no pain Oh my life, it's a dog's life Mmm ah ouh... Ducking in the shadows, diving in the dark Rolling with the punches, striking at the heart Touching all the senses, breaking those taboos Bursting at the seams, blowing all my fuses The turning of a page, burning of a book If you're talking out of turn, just the way you look When the time is right but the shape is wrong And you find yourself where you don't belong Back to reality, back on the line Mmm back into this and you'll feel no pain Oh my life, you wanna do it once again, ooh
