Datasets:

huggingartists

/

tom-waits

like 1

Follow

Hugging Artists 23

Im leavin my famly Leavin all my friends My bodys at home But my hearts in the wind Where the clouds are like headlines On a new front page sky My tears are salt water And the moons full and high And I know Martin Edens Gonna be proud of me And many before me Whove been called by the sea To be up in the crows nest Singin my say Shiver me Timbers Cause Im a-sailin away And the fogs liftin And the sands shiftin Im driftin on out Ol Captain Ahab He aint got nothin on me, now So swallow me, dont follow me Im travlin alone Blue waters my daughter n Im gonna skip like a stone So please call my missus Gotta tell her not to cry Cause my goodbye is written By the moon in the sky Hey and nobody knows me I cant fathom my stayin Shiver me timbers Cause Im a-sailin away And the fogs liftin And the sands shiftin Im driftin on out Ol Captain Ahab He aint got nothin on me So come and swallow me, follow me Im travlin alone Blue waters my daughter n Im gonna skip like a stone And Im leavin my family Leavin all my friends My bodys at home But my hearts in the wind Where the clouds are like headlines Upon a new front page sky And shiver me timbers Cause Im a-sailin away

I left New York in 1949 To go across the country without a bad blame dime Montana in the cold cold fall Found my father in the gambling hall Father, Father where you been? Ive been out in the world and Im only ten Father, Father where you been? Ive been out in the world and Im only ten Dont worry about me if I should die of pleurisy Across to Mississippi, across to Tennessee Across the Niagara, home Ill never be Home in ol Medora, home in ol Truckee Apalachicola, home Ill never be Better or for worse, thick and thin Like being married to the Little poor man God he loves me Just like I love him I want you to do Just the same for him Well the worms eat away but dont worry watch the wind So I left Montana on an old freight train The night my father died in the cold cold rain Road to Opelousas, road to Wounded Knee Road to Ogallala home Ill never be Road to Oklahoma, road to El Cajon Road to Tahachapi, road to San Antone Hey, hey Road to Opelousas, road to Wounded Knee Road to Ogallala, home Ill never be Road to Oklahoma, road to El Cajon Road to Tahachapi, road to San Antone Home Ill never be, home Ill never be Home Ill never be, home Ill never be Home Ill never be, home Ill never be

My baby left me and I feel so bad I lost the best girl that I ever had You ask me why I feel so blue But youd feel the same way if it happened to you She didnt leave me on Monday She didnt leave me on Tuesday She didnt leave me on Wednesday She didnt leave me on Thursday She didnt leave me on Friday She didnt leave me on Saturday She went and left me on Trash Day My baby left me on Trash Day She went and left me on Trash Day She didnt leave me on Monday She didnt leave me on a Tuesday She didnt leave me on no Wednesday, babe She could have left me on a Thursday No no no no, it was Trash Day It was goddamn Trash Day My baby left me on a Trash Day And thats why Im smellin like a brewery, and Im lookin like a tramp And I aint got a quarter, I got a postage stamp I got a five oclock shadow boxin all around the town Talkin with the old men sleepin on the ground Bazanti bootin al zootin al hoot and Al Cohn And Im sharin this apartment with a telephone pole Fishnet stockings and spike heel shoes Strip tease, prick tease, car keys blues Porno floor show, live nude girls Dreamy and creamy and brunette curls Chesty Morgan and Watermelon Rose Raisin my rent, take off all your clothes Because my baby left me and I feel so bad I lost the best girl that I ever had Go on and ask me why I feel so blue Youd feel the same way if it happened to you She couldve left me on a Monday She couldve left me on a Tuesday She couldve left me on a Thursday Or a Friday, or a Saturday No, she went and left me on Trash Day My baby left me on Trash Day She went and left me on Trash Day Trash Day Big John Thomassie on the trash cans! Oh, Trash Day Trash Day Trash Day Goddamn Trash Day Trash Day

Outside another yellow moon Has punched a hole in the night time mist I climb through the window and down to the street Im shining like a new dime Downtown trains are full With all them Brooklyn girls They try so hard to break out of their little worlds You wave your hand and they scatter like crows They have nothing thatll ever capture your heart Theyre just thorns without the rose Be careful of them in the dark But if I was the one you chose to be your only one Oh baby, cant you hear me now? Cant you hear me now? Will I see you tonight on a downtown train? Every night, every night its just the same I know your window and I know its late I know your stairs and your doorway I walk down your street and past your gate I stand by the light of the four way You watch them as they fall, oh baby They all have heart attacks They stay at the carnival But theyll never win you back Will I see you tonight on a downtown train? Every night, every night its just the same Will I see you tonight on a downtown train? All my dreams, all my dreams tumble like rain On a downtown train Will I see you tonight on a downtown train? Every night, every night its just the same Will I see you tonight on a downtown train? All my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain On a downtown train On a downtown train On a downtown train Will I see you tonight on a downtown train? Ooh

Youre the head on the spear Youre the nail on the cross Youre the fly in my beer Youre the key that got lost Youre the letter from Jesus on the bathroom wall Youre the mother superior in only a bra Youre the same Youre the same Youre the same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me The same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me The same kind of bad as me Im the hat on the bed Im the coffee instead The fish or cut bait The detective up late Im the blood on the floor And the thunder and the roar The boat that wont sink I just wont slip a wink Youre the same kind of bad as me The same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me Same kind of bad as me Same kind of bad as me Were good you say But thats good enough for me Haha Youre the wreath that caught fire Youre the preach to the choir You bite down on the sheet But your teeth have been wired You the skid in the rain Youre trying to shift Youre grinding the gears Youre trying to shift Youre the same kind of bad as me The same kind of bad as me The same kind of bad as me The same kind of bad as me Same kind of bad The same kind of bad as me They told me you were no good But I know youll take care of all my needs Because youre the same kind of bad as me Im the mattress in the back Im the old gunny sack Im the one with the gun Most likely to run Im the car in the weeds If you cut me Ill bleed Youre the same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad The same kind of bad The same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad as me The same kind of bad as me Youre the same kind of bad The same kind of bad The same kind of bad as me

Once more before I go Out to Killarney Once more before I go Beg me to stay As the wind blows across my grave I will be calling Once more before I go Once more forever more Once more before I go I will remember Once more before I go Beg me to stay Once more before I go I will be calling La la la la la la la La la la ever more Once more before I go I will be calling Once more before I go Beg me to stay

Its dreamy weather Where on you waved your crooked wand Along an icy pond With a frozen moon Murder of silhouette crows I saw in the tears on my face And the skates on the pond They spelled Alice I disappear in your name But you must wait for me Somewhere beneath the sea Theres a wreck of a ship Your hair is like meadowgrass on the tide And the raindrops on my window And the ice in my drink Baby all I can think of is Alice Arithme-tic arithme-tock Turn the hands back on the clock How does the ocean rock the boat? How did the razor find my throat? The only strings that hold me here Are tangled up around the pier And so secret kiss Brings madness with the bliss And I will think of this When Im dead in my grave Set me adrift and Im lost in your hair And I must be insane To go skating on your name And by tracing it twice I fell though the ice of Alice Theres only Alice

I wish I had a dollar For each time I took a chance On all those two-bit romeos Who counterfeit romance Somehow always thinking Of the last time I fell down Knowing that you fall in love Once upon a town

The sun came up and it was blue and gold The sun came up and it was blue and gold The sun came up and it was blue and gold Ever since I put your picture in a frame And I come callin in my Sunday best I come callin in my Sunday best I come callin in my Sunday best Ever since I put your picture in a frame And Im gonna love you til the wheels come off Oh, yeah The sun came up and it was blue and gold Sun came up and it was blue and gold The sun came up and it was blue and gold Ever since I put your picture in a frame Im gonna love you til the wheels come off Oh, yeah The sun came up and it was blue and gold The sun came up and it was blue and gold The sun came up and it was blue and gold Ever since I put your picture in a frame The sun came up and it was blue and gold Ever since I put your picture in a frame

Well its 9th and Hennepin All the donuts have Names that sound like prostitutes And the moons teeth marks are On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this And the broken umbrellas like Dead birds and the steam Comes out of the grill like The whole goddamned town is ready to blow And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos And everyone is behaving like dogs And the horses are coming down Violin Road And Dutch is dead on his feet And the rooms all smell like diesel And you take on the Dreams of the ones who have slept here And Im lost in the window I hide in the stairway I hang in the curtain I sleep in your hat And no one brings anything Small into a bar around here They all started out with bad directions And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear One for every year hes away she said, such A crumbling beauty, but theres Nothing wrong with her that $100 wont fix, she has that razor sadness That only gets worse With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet Till youre full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin And you spill out Over the side to anyone wholl listen And Ive seen it All through the yellow windows Of the evening train

Well my time went so quickly I went lickety-splickly out to my old 55 As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy God knows, I was feeling alive And now the suns coming up Im riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade Just a-wishing Id stayed a little longer Lord, let me tell you that the feelings getting stronger Six in the morning, gave me no warning I had to be on my way Now the cars are all passing me Trucks are all flashing me Im headed home from your place And now the suns coming up Im riding with Lady Luck Freeway, cars and trucks Stars beginning to fade And I lead the parade Just a-wishin Id stayed a little longer Lord, dont you know, the feelings getting stronger Well, my time went so quickly I went lickety-splitly Out to my old 55 As I pulled away slowly Feeling so holy God knows I was feeling alive And now the suns coming up, yes it is Im riding with Lady Luck Freeway, cars and trucks Freeway, cars and trucks Riding with Lady Luck Freeway, cars and trucks Riding with Lady Luck Freeway, cars and trucks Riding with Lady Luck

Long way Im going to get my medicine Skys the autumn grey of a lonely wren Lone piano from a window playin Gone tomorrow, gone yesterday Found it in the street, at first I could not see Lying at my feet, a trampled rose Passing the hat in church, never stops going round You never pay just once to get the job done What I done to you, Ive done to me So what happened to the trampled rose? Out in the muddy streets, neath the fireworks and leaves A blind man with a cup, I asked If he could sing Kisses Sweeter Than Wine I know this rose like I know my name The one I give my love, it was the same And now I find it in the street, a trampled rose

Ive seen it all, boys Ive been all over Been everywhere in the whole wide world I rode the high line With old blind Darby I danced real slow with Ida Jane I was full of wonder When I left Murfreesboro Now I am full of hollow on Maxwell street And I hope my pony I hope my pony I hope my pony knows the way back home I walked from Natchez To Hushpakina I built a fire by the side of the road I worked for nothin In a Belzoni saw mill I caught a blind out on the B-&-O Taluahs friendly Belzoni aint so A forty-fourll get you ninety-nine And I hope my pony I hope my pony I hope my pony knows the way back home I run my race With burned-face Jake Gave him a manzanita cross And I lived on nothing But dreams and train smoke Somehow my watch and chain got lost I wish I was home In Evelyns kitchen With old gyp curled around my feet And I hope my pony I hope my pony I hope my pony knows the way back home Oh, I hope my pony I hope my pony I hope my pony knows the way back home

Bette: Bartender, Id like a Manhattan, please. Tom: Um, stop me if youve heard this one But I feel as though weve met before Perhaps I am mistaken Bette: But its just that I remind you of Someone you used to care about Oh, but that was long ago Now tell me, do you really think Id fall for that old line? I was not born just yesterday Besides, I never talk to strangers anyway Tom: Well, hell, I aint such a bad guy Once you get to know me Just thought there aint no harm Bette: Hey-e-yeh, just try minding your own business, bud Who asked you to annoy me With your sad, sad repartee? Besides, I never talk to strangers anyway Your lifes a dime store novel This town is full of guys like you And youre looking for someone To take the place of her Tom: You must be reading my mail N youre bitter cause he left you Thats why youre drinkin in this bar Bette&Tom: Well, only suckers fall in love With perfect strangers Bette: It always takes one to know one, stranger Tom: Maybe were just wiser now Bette: Yeah, n been around the block So many times Tom:that we dont notice Bette&Tom: that were all just perfect strangers As long as we ignore That we all begin as strangers Just before we find We really arent strangers Anymore Bette: Aw, you dont look like such a chump. Tom: Aw, hey babe.

FUMBLING WITH THE BLUES Friday left me fumblin with the blues And its hard to win when you always lose Because the nightspots spend your spirit Beat your head against the wall Two dead ends and youve still got to choose You know the bartenders they all know my name And they catch me when Im pulling up lame And Im a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead You know the ladies Ive been seeing off and on Well they spend your love and then theyre gone You cant be lovin someone who is savage and cruel Take your love and then they leave on out of town, no they do Well now fallin in love is such a breeze But its standin up thats so hard for me I wanna squeeze you but Im scared to death Id break your back You know your perfume well it wont let me be And you know the bartenders all know my name And they catch me when Im pulling up lame And Im a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead Well, come on baby let your love light shine Gotta bury me inside of your fire Because your eyes are nough to blind me Youre like a-looking at the sun You gotta whisper tell me Im the one Come on and whisper tell me Im the one Gotta whisper tell me Im the one Come on and whisper tell me Im the one DRUNK ON THE MOON Tight-slack clad girls on the graveyard shift Neath the cement stroll, catch the midnight drift Cigar chewing Charlie in that newspaper nest Grifting hot horse tips on whos running the best And Im blinded by the neon Dont try and change my tune Cause I thought I heard a saxophone Im drunk on the moon And the moons a silver slipper, its pouring champagne stars And Broadways like a serpent pulling shiny top-down cars Laramer is teeming with that undulating beat And some Bonneville is screaming, its way wilder down the street And Im blinded by the neon Dont try and change my tune I thought I heard a saxophone Im drunk on the moon Hearts flutter and race, the moons on the wane Tarts mutter their dream hopes the night will ordain Come schemers and dancers, cherry delight As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound, and it cuts through the night And Ive hawked all my yesterdays Dont try and change my tune Cause I thought I heard a saxophone Im drunk on the moon VIRGINIA AVENUE Well, Im walkin down Virginia Avenue Im tryin to find somebody to tell my troubles to Harolds club is closin, everybodys goin on home Whats a poor sailor to do? I guess Ill get on back into my short, make it back to the fort Sleepin off the craziness thats inside of my brain Got to be some place thats better than this This life Im leadins drivin me insane And Im dreamin And Im dreamin to the twilight, cause this town has got me down Ive seen all of the highlights, Ive been walkin it around I wont make a fuss, Ill take a Greyhound bus Carry me away from here, now what have I got to lose? Im just a-walkin down Columbus Avenue Bars are all closin, cause its quarter to two Every town I go to is like a lock without a key The blues I leave behind keep catchin up on me Catchin up on me Theyre catchin up on me Catchin up on me Catchin up on me Catchin up on me

One, Two, One, Two, Three, Four Come on along with the Black Rider Well have a gay old time Lay down in the web of the black spider Ill drink your blood like wine So come on in it Aint no sin take Off your skin And dance around in your bones Come on along with the Black Rider Well have a gay old time Anchors away with the Black Rider Ill drink your blood like wine Ill drop you off in Harlem with the Black Rider Out where the bullets shine So come on in it Aint no sin take Off your skin And dance around in your bones Come on along with the Black Rider Well have a gay old time Come on along with the Black Rider I want your company Come on along with the Black Rider Ive got just the thing for thee Ill have the veal life A lovely meal Thats how I feel May I use your skull for a bowl Come on a along with the Black Rider Well have a gay old Well have a gay old Well have a gay old Well have a gay old Well have a gay old Well have a gay old Well have a gay old time

You gotta stomp, whistle and scream You gotta wake right up in your dreams You gotta jump, whittle and drive And keep that feelin alive You gotta kick, holler and shout Im gonna tell you what its all about You gotta tell me that you love me Tell me that youre mine Were puttin on the dog tonight Were puttin on the dog tonight Well be p-puttin on the dog tonight Puttin on, puttin on the dog tonight Well be puttin on the dog tonight Well, well be puttin on the dog tonight Puttin on the dog Puttin on the dog Well flip, follow and fly Just do it now and dont ask why You gotta strut, wiggle and slide Let everyone know that youre alive You gotta crank, gallop and twist Do it once, youll never resist Tell me that you love me Tell me that youre mine Were puttin on the dog tonight, yeah Puttin on the dog tonight, all right Well, we could go into a zuki jump Its rainin, it pours Big ol Lincoln with the suicide doors Tip that bottle from the brim to the dregs You aint dancin till you cross your legs Puttin on the dog tonight Well be puttin on the dog tonight Well be puttin on the dog tonight Puttin on the dog tonight Puttin on the dog Ill be p-puttin on the dog Puttin on the dog Puttin on the dog Puttin on the dog Puttin on the dog

Hush a wild violet Hush a band of gold Hush youre in a story I heard somebody told Tear the promise from my heart Tear my heart today You have found another Oh, baby, I must go away So hang down your head for sorrow Hang down your head for me Hang down your head tomorrow Hang down your head, Marie Hush my love the rain now Hush my love so true Hush my love a train now Well it takes me away from you So hang down your head for sorrow Hang down your head for me Hang down your head Hang down your head Hang down your head Marie So hang down your head for sorrow Hang down your head for me Hang down your head Hang down your head Hang down your head, Marie

We sail tonight for Singapore, were all as mad as hatters here Ive fallen for a tawny Moor, took off to the land of Nod Drank with all the Chinamen, walked the sewers of Paris I danced along a colored wind, dangled from a rope of sand You must say goodbye to me We sail tonight for Singapore, dont fall asleep while youre ashore Cross your heart and hope to die when you hear the children cry Let marrow, bone, and cleaver choose while making feet for children shoes Through the alley, back from hell, when you hear that steeple bell You must say goodbye to me Wipe him down with gasoline Till his arms are hard and mean From now on boys, this iron boats your home So heave away, boys We sail tonight for Singapore, take your blankets from the floor Wash your mouth out by the door, the whole towns made of iron ore Every witness turns to steam, they all become Italian dreams Fill your pockets up with earth, get yourself a dollars worth Away boys, away boys, heave away The captain is a one-armed dwarf Hes throwing dice along the wharf In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king So take this ring We sail tonight for Singapore, were all as mad as hatters here Ive fallen for a tawny Moor, took off to the land of Nod Drank with all the Chinamen, walked the sewers of Paris I drank along a colored wind, I dangled from a rope of sand You must say goodbye to me

I wish I had a dollar For each time I took a chance On all those two-bit Romeos Who count a thin romance Somehow always thinking Of the last time I fell down Knowing that you fall in love Once upon a town

Well you play that tarantella all the hounds will start to roar The boys all go to hell and then the cubans hit the floor They drive along the pipeline, they tango til theyre sore They take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair Deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs Ill tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past And send me off to bed for evermore Make sure they play my theme song, I guess daisies will have to do Just get me to new orleans and paint shadows on the pews Turn the spit on that pig and kick the drum and let me down Put my clarinet beneath your bed til I get back in town Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair Deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs Ill tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past So send me off to bed for evermore Just make sure shes all in calico and the color of a doll Wave the flag on cadillac day, and a skillet on the wall Cut me a switch or hold your breath til the sun goes down Write my name on the hood, send me off to another town, and just And just let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair Deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs Tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past Will you send me off to bed for evermore Fall out of the window with confetti in my hair Deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs Ill tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past Send me off to bed for evermore, send me off to bed for evermore

Lets put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town Set em up, well be knockin em down You wear a dress, baby, Ill wear a tie Well laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky All your scribbled lovedreams, are lost or thrown away Here amidst the shuffle of an overflowin day Our love needs a transfusion, so lets shoot it full of wine Fishin for a good time starts with throwin in your line So, lets put a new coat of paint, on this lonesome old town Set em up, set em up, well be knockin em down You wear a dress, baby, Ill wear a tie Well laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky

Did you hear the news about Edward? On the back of his head he had another face Was it a womans face or a young girl? They said to remove it would kill him So poor Edward was doomed The face could laugh and cry It was his devil twin And at night she spoke to him Things heard only in hell But they were impossible to separate Chained together for life Finally the bell tolled his doom He took a suite of rooms And hung himself and her from the balcony irons Some still believe he was freed from her But I knew her too well I say she drove him to suicide And took poor Edward to hell

Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin down the boulevard Youre looking for the heart of Saturday night You got paid on Friday Your pockets are jinglin And you see the lights You get all tinglin cause youre cruisin with a 6 And youre looking for the heart of Saturday night Then you comb your hair Shave your face Tryin to wipe out evry trace All the other days In the week you know that thisll be the Saturday Youre reachin your peak Stoppin on the red Youre goin on the green Cause tonightll be like nothin Youve ever seen And youre barrelin down the boulevard Lookin for the heart of Saturday night Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin? Telephones ringin; its your second cousin Is it the barmaid thats smilin from the corner of her eye? Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of quiver down in the core Cause youre dreamin of them Saturdays that came before And now youre stumblin Youre stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin? Telephones ringin; its your second cousin And the barmaid is smilin from the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of special down in the core And youre dreamin of them Saturdays that came before Its found you stumblin Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night And youre stumblin Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night

Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin down the boulevard Youre looking for the heart of saturday night And you got paid on Friday And your pockets are jinglin And you see the lights You get all a tinglin cause Youre cruisin with a 6 And youre looking for the heart of Saturday night Then you comb your hair Shave your face Tryin to wipe out evry trace All the other days In the week you know that thisll be the Saturday Youre reachin your peak Stoppin on the red Youre goin to the green Cause tonightll be like nothin Youve ever seen And youre barrelin down the boulevard Lookin for the heart of saturday night Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin? Telephones ringin; its your second cousin Is it the barmaid thats smilin from the corner of her eye? Magic of the melacholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of quiver down in the core Cause youre dreamin of them Saturdays that came before And now youre stumblin Youre stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin down the boulevard Youre looking for the heart of saturday night Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin? Telephones ringin; its your second cousin Is it the barmaid thats smilin from the corner of her eye? Magic of the melacholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of special down in the core And youre dreamin of them Saturdays that came before And now youre stumblin Youre stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night So you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin down the boulevard Youre looking for the heart of saturday night Barrelin down the boulevard Youre looking for the heart of saturday night Barrelin down the boulevard Youre looking for the heart of saturday night

That old stray hound dog by the meat market now Lickin his chops for some greasy chow Top sirloin, pork chops, New York cut Salisbury ground round, hangin round downtown Dropped out of school, naturally cool Liftin his leg on a fireplug With greasy gravy drippings and the gristle on his mug Stray dog, help yourself Now hes scratchin his ass, he be swattin them flies Gettin involved with his dinnertime, and thats no lie I said, stray dog, be cool boy, go on pull your caper Usin yesterdays paper for a table cloth That old stray hound dog by the meat market now Lickin his chops for some greasy chow And if they catch him on a trash can bin Stray dog, help yourself Catch him on a trash can bin Stray dog, help yourself Stray dog, help yourself

Scumbag foams through a mouth full of plaque Someone press send for an ambulance Running on empty running on blast Someone press send for an ambulance Sidewalk sleeping slip through the cracks Mother’s back broken giggles and laughs Children whisper telephone smash Elephant stands for the elephant dance Elephant splashes puddles of waste Footsteps above him shuffle unfazed Swings to the tempo poh of the heels Lip corners meet lobes of his ears Home underneath skirts and slacks Not a care in the world not a stare from the world All cause he found it quite scary in the world Someone press send for an ambulance Someone press send for an ambulance They’re alive! They’re awake! While the rest of the world is asleep! Below the mine shaft roads! It will all unfold! There’s a world going on underground! Hollywood star strikes pose for the flash Someone press send for an ambulance Hollywood reeks of Hollywood class Someone press send for an ambulance Hollywood speeds down Hollywood’s path Hollywood repeats Hollywood’s past Hollywood climbs up Hollywood’s vines Trying to get a star on Hollywood and Vine But Hollywood slips and Hollywood finds The last two letters on Hollywood sign Hollywood rags print accidental death Accidents happen to us all I guess Hollywood’s corpse cried on by us all Family and friends stare shocked and appalled While scumbag’s body lays locked in a drawer Someone press send for an ambulance Someone press send for an ambulance They’re alive! They’re awake! While the rest of the world is asleep! Below the mineshaft roads! It will all unfold! There’s a world going on underground!

Im playin hooky, Im playin hooky I cant walk cool when I got books underneath my arm Im playin hooky, Im playin hooky And Im afraid I will be failing to be hearing the alarm I refuse to go to school, think Ill play a little pool And I will pass on the curriculum today I apologize to educational supplies Statistics just keep getting in my way How will they teach me how to learn I dont want to be no attorney Or receive a credential just like Raymond Im playin hooky, Im playin hooky I cant walk cool when I got books underneath my arm Playin hooky, Im playin hooky And Im afraid I would be failing to be hearing the alarm Maximum security is some peculiarity My educationality has brought me to a conclusion Institutionality that tries to blow the malady Can never seem to go to the release So can you blame me if Im tempted And the chug down is pre-empted Playin hooky, Im playin hooky I cant walk cool when I got books underneath my arm Im playin hooky, Im playin hooky And Im afraid I would be failing to be hearing the alarm Counselors said Im maladjusted and I never can be trusted Irreconcilable differences cause problems with the faculty Conflicting interests in the area But I should intend to be considering vocationally I must be dealt with very gently and I might say incidentally Playin hooky, Im playin hooky Cant walk cool when I got books underneath my arm Im playin hooky, Im playin hooky And Im afraid I would be failing to be hearing the alarm About this called detention, with the captives aforementioned Assuming the dilemmas to rile the guard Heres a memo to communicate or maybe you should demonstrate Instead of just divulging information in regard Beyond the shadow of a doubt, you can trample yourself out Playin hooky, playin hooky I cant walk cool when I got books underneath my arm Im playin hooky, Im playin hooky And Im afraid I would be failing to be hearing the alarm

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimbel in the wabe All mimsy were the borogoves And the mome raths outgrabe Beware of the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware of the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch! He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought And as in uffish though he stood The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame Came whiffling through the tulgey wood And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back And has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! Oh frabjous day! Calooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimbel in the wabe All mimsy were the borogoves And the mome raths outgrabe

I am growing old Who she loves is not the answer Dont try to change my mind She will marry who I want her to Cant you see shes not a child Shes a woman after all You cannot change whats in her heart When she loves Wilhelm I will protect you, my love With a sword of ice brook temper I will bring you the moon And I always will be true I would go anywhere with you But my father wont approve For you see, youre not a huntsman My dear Wilhelm There is more to life Than to fill your heart with dreams You dont build your house From the willow by the stream But what is life without the willow She must listen to her heart When her head is on her pillow She loves Wilhelm Open up your heart Please remember we were young once And we felt like they do Have you forgotten all you know I have chosen someone for her And I know his aim is true And she will grow to love him But hes not Wilhelm!

I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six And the Black Crow snuck through a hole in the sky So I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule Oh, and I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree Leaned it up against a dandelion tree Leaned it up against a dandelion tree Im gonna cook them feathers on a tire iron spit And I filled me a satchel full of old pig corn And I beat me a billy from an old French horn Oh, and I kicked that mule to the top of the tree Kicked that mule to the top of the tree And I blew me a hole bout the size of a kickdrum And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow Im gonna whittle you into kindlin Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Whittle you into kindlin Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Well, I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed And I tore out the bucket from a red Corvette Tore out the bucket from a red Corvette Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three Oh, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a clothes line Oh, you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole Im gonna whittle you into kindlin Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Whittle you into kindlin Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Now I hold him prisoner in a Washburn jail That I strapped on the back of my old kick mule Strapped on the back of my old kick mule I bang on the strings just to drive him crazy Oh, I strum it loud to rattle his cage I strum it loud just to rattle his cage Strum it loud just to rattle his cage Strum it loud just to rattle his cage Oh, Im gonna whittle you into kindlin Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Whittle you into kindlin Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Ill never be the same Stars have lost their meaning for me Ill never be the same Nothings what it once used to be And the song birds that sing Tell me its spring I cant believe their song Once Love was king But kings can be wrong Ill never be the same There is such an ache in my heart Never be the same Since were apart Theres such a lot That a smile can hide I know deep inside Ill never be the same Never be the same again Ill never be the same There is such an ache in my heart Never be the same Since were apart Theres such a lot That a smile can hide I know down deep inside Ill never be the same Never be the same again

Crack a mean whip, carry a big gun Cast a long shadow till the day is done Do ninety miles an hour down the Devils trail Done hard time in a hundred jails No one can forgive me but my baby No one can forgive me but my baby No one can forgive me but my baby Now Jesus dont know, Mary dont know Preacher dont know, Momma dont know Daddy dont know, my brother dont know St. John dont know, St. Peter dont know No one can forgive me but my baby I took a hundred dollars from a blind mans hand I slept with the whores on the burnin sand Got twenty-seven children Ive never seen Got blood on my hands that will never come clean I got long arms, tell big lies Stole the pennies from my dear mothers eyes Im tall in the saddle, about six foot nine I beat up revenuers all the time No one can forgive me but my baby Oh, no one can forgive me but my baby I got a mean temper, Im a big liar Broke all the laws, set the house on fire When I stand before Jesus and he asks me to kneel Ill tell him maybe we can make a deal No one can forgive me but my baby No one can forgive me but my baby I dont pay no bills, I dont say no prayers Give back nothin, and I take all dares Stole a car and I got me a gun If there aint no road Im gonna make me one Broke my babys heart, and I whip my dog I dont say nothin when I meet my God No one can forgive me but my baby No one can forgive me but my baby No one can forgive me but my baby No one can forgive me but my baby No one can forgive me but my baby Forgive me, baby

Well, the shoeshine boys got lines around the block The bloodhounds let the convicts get away And after youre asleep, all the cheerleaders weep And the ham-and-eggers win the Irish Sweepstakes every day The paper boys make headlines and the janitors are winking As theyre filling up their dustpans full of hundred dollar bills The never-do-wells and stingy-pins all ride around in taxis In the style that they have grown accustomed to And the parking lot attendants leave the money in the drawer And take that Corvette Stingray with a four-on-the-floor And pull into the filling station and instead of gasoline Say, Hey buddy, can you fill it with a nickels worth of dreams?

Well, shes up against the register An apron and a spatula With yesterdays deliveries And tickets for bachelors Shes a moving violation From her conk down to her shoes But shes just an invitation to the blues But you feel like cagney And she looks like Rita Hayworth At the counter of the Schwabs drugstore You wonder if she might be single Shes a loner, likes to mingle Got to be patience, try to pick up a clue She says how you gonna likeem Medium or scrambled? Any way is the only way Be careful not to gamble On a guy with a suitcase And a ticket getting out here Its tired bus station And an old pair of shoes Aint nothing but an invitation to the blues But you cant take your eyes off her Get another cup of java And its just the way she pours it for you Joking with the customers Oh mercy, Mr. Percy! There aint nothing back in jersey But a broken down jalopy Of a man i left behind And a dream that i was chasing A battle with booze An open invitation to the blues Ah, but shes had a sugar daddy And a candy apple caddy A bank account and everything Accustomed to the finer things He left her for a socialite He didnt love her except at night And then hes drunk And never even told her that he cared So she took the registration Car keys and her shoes Left with an invitation to the blues Now theres continental trailways leaving Local bus tonight, good evening You can have my seat Im sticking round here for a while Get a room at squire The filling stations hiring And I can cat here every night What the hell have I got to lose Got a crazy sensation Go or stay, I gotta choose Ill accept your invitation to the blues

Well Im leaving my family Im leaving all my friends My bodys at home But my hearts in the wind And the clouds are like headlines Upon a new front page sky My tears are salt water The moons full and high And I know Joe Conrad would be proud of me Many before me been called by the sea To be up in the crows nest singing my saying Shiver me timbers lets all sail away And the fog lifting The sand shifting Im drifting on out Old Captain Ahab got nothing on me Swallow me, dont follow me Im traveling alone The waters my daughter I skip like a stone And the fog lifting The sand shifting Im drifting on out Old Captain Ahab got nothing on me Swallow me, dont follow me Im traveling alone The waters my daughter I skip like a stone Wont you please call my family Tell them not to cry My goodbyes are written By the moon in the sky Say nobody knows me Ive got no reason to stay Shiver me timbers Im sailing away La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaa

Lets put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town Set em up, well be knockin em down Ahh I’ll wear a dress, baby, you wear a tie Well laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky All your scribbled love dreams, are lost or thrown away Here amidst the shuffle of an overflowing day Our love needs a transfusion so lets shoot it full of wine Fishin for a good time starts with throwin in your line Lets put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town Set em up, well be knockin em down Ahh I’ll wear a dress, baby, you wear a tie Well laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky

I fell into the ocean And you became my wife I risked it all against the sea To have a better life Marie you are the wild blue sky And men do foolish things You turn kings into beggars Beggars into kings Pretend that you owe me nothing And all the world is green We bring back the old days again When all the world is green? The face forgives the mirror The worm forgives the plow Questions begs the answers Can you forgive me somehow? Maybe when our storys over Well go where its always spring The band is playing our song again And all the world is green Pretend that you owe me nothing And all the world is green Why cant we bring back the old days again When all the world is green? The moon is yellow silver Oh the things that summer brings Its a love youd kill for When all the world is green He is balancing a diamond On a blade of grass The dew will settle on our grave When all the world is green Pretend that you owe me nothing And all the world is green Why cant we bring back the old days again When all the world is green?

Tell me who is around John the Revelator I said who is around John the Revelator I said who is around John the Revelator Wrote the book about the seven seals Tell me who is around John the Revelator I said who is around John the Revelator I said who is around John the Revelator Wrote the book about the seven seals When God walked out in the cool of the night But he refused to answer ‘cause he was naked I said who is around John the Revelator I said who is around John the Revelator I said who is around John the Revelator Wrote the book about the seven seals I said who is around John the Revelator I said who is around John the Revelator I said who is around John the Revelator Wrote the book about the seven seals When Christ came down the Mary and Martha was there to see Go to my disciples to meet me at Galilee I said who is around John the Revelator I said who is around John the Revelator I said who is around John the Revelator Wrote the book about the seven seals I said who is around John the Revelator I said who is around John the Revelator I said who is around John the Revelator Wrote the book about the seven seals

I guess things were always kinda quiet around Putnam County Kinda shy and sleepy as it clung to the skirts of the 2-lane That was stretched out like an asphalt dance floor Where all the old timers in bib jeans and store bought boots Were hunkerin down in the dirt to lie about their lives And the places that theyd been And they suck on Coca Colas and be spittin days work Until the moon was a stray dog on the ridge and And the taverns would be swollen until the naked eye of 2 A.M And the Stratocaster slung over the Burger meister Beer Guts Swizzle stick legs jackknifed over naughahyde stools And the witch hazel spread out over the linoleum floors Pedal pushers stretched out over midriff bulge And the coiffed brunette curls over Maybelline eyes Wearing Prince Machiavelli, Estee Lauder, smells so sweet And I elbowed up at the counter with mixed feelings over mixed drinks As Bubba and the Roadmasters moaned in pool hall concentration And, and knit their brows to cover the entire Hank Williams songbook whether you like it not And the Old National register was singing to the tune of 57 dollars and 57 cents And then its last call, one more game of 8 ball Bernice will be putting the chairs on the tables Someone come in say Hey man, anyone got Any Jumper Cables, is that a 6 or 12 volt? And all the studs in town would toss em down And claim to fame as they stomped their feet Yeah, boastin about being able to get more ass than a toilet seat And the GMCs and the Straight 8 Fords were coughin and wheezin And they perculated as they tossed the gravel underneath the fenders Weave home a wet, slick anaconda of a 2-lane Tire irons and a crowbars a-rattlin, with a tool box and a pony saddle Youre grinding gears, shiftin into first Yeah and that goddamn trannys just gettin worse With the melodies of See ya laters and screwdrivers on carburettors Talkin shop about money to loan and palominos and strawberry roans See you tomorrow, hello to the Mrs With money to borrow and goodnight kisses As the radio spit out Charlie Rich Man and he sure can sing that son of a bitch And you weave home, yeah, weavin home Leavin the little joint winking in the dark, warm, narcotic American night Beneath a pin cushion sky, its home to toast and honey Gotta startup the Ford, yeah, your lunch moneys right over there On the drainin board, and the toilets runnin Ah, Christ shake the handle and the telephones ringin Its Mrs Randal and where the hell are my goddamn sandals? What do you mean the dog chewed up my left foot? With the porcelain poodles and the glass swans Staring down from the knick knack shelf And the parent permission slips for the kids field trips And a pair of Muckalucks scraping across the shag carpet And the impending squint of first light And it that lurked behind a weeping marquee in downtown Putnam And theyd be pullin up any minute now Just like a bastard amber, velveeta yellow cab On a rainy corner and be blowin its horn, in every window in town

What does it matter, a dream of love or a dream of lives? Were all gonna be in the same place when we die Your spirit dont leave knowing your face or your name The wind through your bones is all that remains And were all gonna be I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be just dirt in the ground The quill from a buzzard, blood writes the word I want to know, am I the sky or a bird? Hells boiling over and heaven is full Were chained to the world and we all gotta pull And were all gonna be I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be just dirt in the ground Now the killer was smiling with nerves made of stone He climbed the stairs and the gallows groaned And the peoples hearts were pounding, they were throbbing, they were red As he swung out over the crowd, I heard the hangman said Were all gonna be I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be just dirt in the ground Now Cain slew Abel, he killed him with a stone The sky cracked open and the thunder groaned Along a river of flesh, can these dry bones live? Take a king or a beggar and the answer theyll give Is were all gonna be I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be I said were all gonna be just dirt in the ground Were all gonna be just dirt in the ground Were all gonna be just dirt in the ground I said were all gonna be just dirt in the ground Were all gonna be just dirt in the ground

Well I stumbled in the darkness Im lost and alone Though I said Id go before us And show the way back home Is there a light up ahead? I cant hold on very long Forgive me pretty baby but I always take the long way home Moneys just something you throw Off the back of a train Got a handful of lightening A hatful of rain And I know that I said Id never do it again And I love you pretty baby but I always take the long way home I put food on the table And a roof overhead But Id trade it all tomorrow For the highway instead Watch your back, keep your eyes shut tight Your loves the only thing Ive ever known One thing for sure pretty baby I always take the long way home You know I love you baby More than the whole wide world You are my woman I know you are my pearl Lets go out past the party lights We can finally be alone Come with me and we can take the long way home Come with me, together we can take the long way home Come with me, together we can take the long way home

Oh I aint going down I aint going down Oh, honey to the well no more Oh And I aint got nothing Oh, and I cant stand nothing Oh I aint going down I aint going down Oh, sweet mama to the well no more Oh You said you was a true believer Im the true believer Im a true believer Oh I aint going down I aint going down Oh, mama to the well no more Oh

Well shes up against the register with an apron and a spatula Yesterdays deliveries, the tickets for the bachelors Shes a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes She says, How you gonna like em, over medium or scrambled? Anyways the only way, be careful not to gamble On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here A tired bus station, old pair of shoes This nothing but an invitation to the blues You cant take your eyes off her, get another cup of java Its just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, theres nothing back in Jersey But a broken-down jalopy and a dream I was chasing A battle with the booze, an open invitation to the blues She used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things He probably left her for a socialite, and never loved her cept at night And then hes drunk and he never even told her that he cared So they took the registration, her car-keys and her shoes And left her with an invitation to the blues Theres a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening You can have my seat, Im sticking round here for a while Get me a room at the Squire, where the filling stations hiring I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose Got a crazy sensation, go or stay Ive gotta choose I accept your invitation to the blues

Broken bicycles Old busted chains Rusted handle bars Out in the rain Somebody must Have an orphanage for These things that nobody Wants any more Septembers reminding July Its time to be saying ... good-bye Summer is gone But our love will remain Like old broken bicycles Left out in the rain Broken bicycles Dont tell my folks Theres all those playing cards Pinned to the spokes Laid down like skeletons Out on the lawn One wheel wont turn While the other has gone The seasons can turn on a dime Somehow I forget every time These things youve given me They always will stay Theyre broken... but Ill never throw them away Motor cars, handlebars Bicycles for two Broken-hearted jubilee Parachutes, Army boots Sleeping bags for two Sentimental jamboree Buy, buy Says the sign in the shop window Why, why Says the junk in the yard Candlesticks, building bricks Something old and new Memories for you and me Buy, buy Says the sign in the shop window Why, why Says the junk in the yard

Huh I want somebody to tell me Answer if you can I, I want somebody to tell me Now what is the soul of a man? Hah, Ive traveled to different countries Ive traveled to foreign land And I haven’t found nobody that can tell me Just what about the soul of a man? I, I want somebody to tell me Answer if you can Somebody, please tell me Just what about the soul of a man? (Ha Ah) I saw a crowd standin’, talkin’ I just came up in time Well, teachin’ the lawyers and the doctors Well, a man aint nothin’ but his mind Well, I want somebody to tell me Answer if you can Well, I want somebody to tell me Huh, what about the soul of a man? What about the soul of a man? I read the bible often I tries to read it right And as far as I can have an understandin’ There’s nothin’ ‘bout a burnin’ light I want somebody to tell me Answer if you can Want somebody to tell me What is the soul of a man? When Christ head into the temple The people all stood amazed Well, teachin’ the lawyers and the doctors How to raise a man from the grave I want somebody to tell me Tell me if you can I want somebody to tell me What about the soul of a man? Ah, I want somebody to tell me Answer if you can Want somebody to tell me What about the soul of a man? What about the soul of a man? What about the soul of a man?

You think youve found in heaven a bliss With each caress from her fingertips But I forgot more than youll ever know about her You think you know the smile on her lips The thrill and the touch from her fingertips But I forgot more than youll ever know about her You stole her from me one day You didnt care how you hurt me But you can never steal away The memories of what used to be You stole her from me one day You didnt care how you hurt me But you can never steal away The memories of what used to be You think shes yours to have and to hold One day youll find when the love grows cold That I forgot more than youll ever know about her I forgot more than youll ever know about her

Well, youre too old to wrangle or ride in the swing You beat the triangle and you curse everything Now if dirt were a kingdom, well you would be king On the Goodnight trail, on the Loving trail Our old womans lonesome tonight And your French harp is crying just like a lone bawling calf Well, its a wonder the wind dont tear off your skin Get in there and blow out the light Now the cook fires out, the coffees all gone Now the old boys are up and theyre raising the dawn Youre sitting there, you are lost in a song On the Goodnight trail, on the Loving trail Our old woman is lonesome tonight Now your French harp is crying just like a lone bawling calf Its a wonder the wind dont tear off your skin Get in there and blow out the light Ah, with your snake oils, your herbs and your liniment too You can do anything that a doctor can do Well, except find a cure for your own goddam stew On the Goodnight trail, on the loving trail Our old woman is lonesome tonight And your French harp is crying like a lone bawling calf Its a wonder the wind dont tear off your skin Get in there and blow out the light Some day I know that Ill be just the same Ill be wearing an apron instead of a name Now no one can change it, no ones to blame Cause the deserts a book writ in lizards and sage You know, its easy to look just like an old torn out page Youre all faded and cracked with the colors of age On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail Our old woman is lonesome tonight And your French harp is crying like a lone bawling calf Its a wonder the wind dont tear off your skin Go in there and blow out the light

She took all my money And my best friend You know the story I have no pride I have no shame You gotta make it rain Make it rain! Since youre gone Deep inside it hurts Im just another sad guest On this dark earth I want to believe In the mercy of the world again Make it rain, make it rain! The nites too quiet Stretched out alone I need the whip of thunder And the winds dark moan Im not Able, Im just Cain Open up the heavens Make it rain! Im close to heaven Crushed at the gate They sharpen their knives On my mistakes What she done, you cant give it a name You gotta make it rain Make it rain, yeah! Without her love Withour your kiss Hell cant burn me More than this Im burning up all this pain Put out the fire Make it rain! Im born to trouble Im born to fate Inside a promise I cant escape Its the same old world But nothing looks the same Make it rain! Make it rain! Got to make it rain Make it rain You got to make it rain Got to make it rain You got to... I stand alone here! I stand alone here! Sing it: Make it rain! Make it rain!

Well, Im walking down Virginia Avenue Im trying to find somebody to tell my troubles to Harolds club is closing and everyones going home Whats a poor sailor to do? I guess Ill get back into my short make it back to the fort Sleepin off the crazy lizards inside of my brain Got to be some place thats better than this This life Im leadings drivin me insane and Im dreamin And Im dreamin to the twilight coz this town has got me down Ive seen all the highlights Im walkin all around I wont make a fuss, Ill take a Greyhound bus Carry me away from here now what have I got to lose? Im just walkin down Columbus Avenue Bars are all closin, cause its quarter a two Every town I go to is like a lock without a key The blues I leave behind keep catchin up on me Catchin up on me, theyre catchin up on me Catchin up on me, catchin up on me, catchin up on me

Ich fiel in Ozeane Wie du nohms minge Ring Alles riskiert jejen jede Welle Dat et uns besser jing Du bes dä wilde Himmel Un Kääls sin blöd un blind Du mähs us Prinze Penner Un us nem Penner Prinz Wie wöhr et du schuldest mir janix Un die janze Welt es jröön Kumm, mir bringe die joot Daach zorück Un die janze Welt es jröön Jeseech verzeit dem Spejel Die Fleesch dem Kolibri Die Frooch beschwört die Antwoot Kanns du mir verjevve, irjendwie? Wenn et mit uns vorbei es Söht villeich Fröhling un Immerschön Die Band spillt nochens unser Leed Un die janze Welt es jröön Wie wöhr et du schuldest mir janix Un die janze Welt es jröön Kumm, mir bringe die ahl Zick zorück Un die janze Welt es jröön Dä Mond is jääl un silver Dä sommer mäht et all En Leev für die du kille dääts Un die janze Welt es jröön Hä balanciert Diamante Op ner Spetz vum Jras Dau setz sich op us Jräver Un die janze Welt es jröön Wie wöhr et du schuldest mir janix Un die janze Welt es jröön Kumm, mir bringe die joot Daach zorück Un die janze Welt es jröön Hä balanciert Diamante Op ner Spetz vum Jras Dau setz sich op us Jräver Un die janze Welt es jröön Jröön ...

Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, ba Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, ba, Babbachichuija Chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu... Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, ba Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, ba, Babbachichuija Chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu... Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, ba Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, ba, Babbachichuija Chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu...

One Two One, two A-one, two, three, four Come along with the Black Rider Well have a gay old time Lay down in the web of the black spider Ill drink your blood like wine So come on in it Aint no sin take Off your skin And dance around in your bones Come along with the Black Rider Well have a gay old time Anchors away with the Black Rider Ill drink your blood like wine Ill drop you off in Harlem with the Black Rider Out where the bullets shine And when youre done you Cock your gun The blood will run like Ribbons in your hair Come along with the Black Rider Well have a gay old time Come along with the Black Rider I want your company Come on along with the Black Rider Ive got just the thing for thee Ill have the veal life A lovely meal Thats how I feel May I use your skull for a bowl Come along with the Black Rider Well have a gay old Well have a gay old Well have a gay old Well have a gay old Gay old time

Theres a place I know where the train goes slow Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb Theres a river by the trestle down by sinners grove Down where the willow and the dogwood grow You can hear the whistle, you can hear the bell From the halls of heaven to the gates of hell And theres room for the forsaken if youre there on time Youll be washed of all your sins and all of your crimes If youre down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train goes slow Theres a golden moon that shines up through the mist And I know that your name can be on that list Theres no eye for an eye, theres no tooth for a tooth I saw Judas Iscariot carrying John Wilkes Booth He was down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train He was down there where the train goes slow If youve lost all your hope, if youve lost all your faith I know you can be cared for and I know you can be safe And all the shamefuls and all of the whores And even the soldier who pierced the side of the Lord Is down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train goes slow Well, Ive never asked forgiveness and Ive never said a prayer Never given of myself, never truly cared Ive left the ones who loved me and Im still raising Cain Ive taken the low road and if youve done the same Meet me down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train goes slow Meet me down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there by the train Down there where the train goes slow

Ill shoot the moon Right out of the sky For you baby Ill be the pennies On your eyes For you baby I want to take you Out to the fair Heres a red rose Ribbon for your hair Ill shoot the moon Right out of the sky For you baby Ill shoot the moon For You A vulture circles Over your head For you baby Ill be the flowers After youre dead For you baby I want to build A nest in your hair I want to kiss you And never be there Ill shoot the moon Right out of the sky For you baby Ill shoot the moon For You

Like a tin can feeding Like a skinned hand bleeding Like a tramp choir crying Like a camp fire dying Like a big dog breeding Like a pig hog feeding Like a top hat tipping Like a dropped rat skipping Like a tin horn glowing Like a gin storm blowing Like a neck tie flapping Like a rich guy clapping Like a big fool crawling Like a rig tool falling Like a back door squeaking Like a crack whore tweaking What is it like? What is it like after we die? Like a string thats broken Like a thing thats smoking Like a blue flame burning Like a new brain learning Like more cold coffee Like a poor old softie Like a declining graveyard Like a shining brave star Like a child thats fainting Like a wild ass painting What is it like? What is it like after we die?

Cmon let me get up on it

Rudys on the midway And Jacobs in the hole The monkeys on the ladder The Devil shovels coal With crows as big as airplanes The lion has three heads And someone will eat All the skin that he sheds And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming Dreaming of you Hell doesnt want you And Heaven is full Bring me some water Put it in this skull I walk between the raindrops I wait in bug house square And the army ants, they leave Nothing but the bones And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming Dreaming of you, yeah Dreaming of you There was thunder There was lightning All the stars went out The moon fell from the sky It rained mackerel, it rained trout And the great day of wrath has come And heres mud in your big red eye The pokers in the fire And the locusts take the sky And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming And the earth died screaming While I lay dreaming Dreaming of you Dreaming of you Dreaming of you Dreaming of you While Im dreaming of you While Im dreaming of you While Im dreaming of you While Im dreaming of you

Well, your skeletons in the closet are introducing themselves The knick-knacks wisecrack there on the shelf You told him that you loved him, but hes hissin at you What else is new, what else is new, what else is new Cause your old mans a counterfeit, your daughters a lush Its you and Mickey Spillane, and the ladys in a hush Someones stealin your heart, someones stealin your car What else is new Well now, your creditors hate you, and so do your kids Your footballin sweetheart is down on the skids And now the parks are full of fugitives, the trees are on fire What else is new, what else is new Now you see, the cigarette machines are busted, you cant get no change And somebody cancels everything you arrange For every invitation gets your RSVP What else is new, what else is new, what else is new, what else is new Well now, the rockin chairs busted, your ashtrays are full Your evenings and your afternoons are usually dull So you toast to the Toastmaster toaster and you What else is new, what else is new, what else is new, what else is new You gotta tell me, what else is new What else is new What else is new, what else is new, what else is new What else is new

wracając z wojny miał już plan obmyślił sobie każdy krok - najpierw odnowię stary dom w Brougham de Ville miał plan lecz nie miał obu nóg zostały tylko skrzydła mu motyle skrzydła zamiast nóg – co? niezły styl był wściekłym psem lecz pragnął grać w Armii Zbawienia – byle co - swój rybi puzon do dmuchania dam dziewczętom choć tonął w mętnych falach snu to krzyczał frunąc aż na dno urządzę sobie kurwa odlotowe święto więc wracał z wojny i miał plan dobrze obmyślił każdy krok nie krok bo przecież nie miał nóg lecz ruch na pewno - urządzę fajerwerki lub Bourbonem się zaleję w sztok językiem ostrzył swej maczety stal nierdzewną przypomniał sobie zapach słów szczenięcych wyznań głupi świat i płakał – ale kicz – hollywoodzkimi łzami i rybi puzon bolał go całe dwadzieścia siedem lat spędzonych w klitce nad sklepikiem z narzędziami on wracał z wojny i miał plan do Kalifornii jechać chciał na drogę dragów garstkę wziął z tragicznym skutkiem na drzewie psy znalazły go na bucie jak na banjo grał wpatrując się w zamordowaną prostytutkę ona nie miała twarzy już jej włosów użył zamiast strun wyszeptał – kocham cię – i nic nie mówił więcej sąd w stanie Oklahoma więc dwadzieścia lat wymierzył mu a księżyc świecił jeszcze jaśniej niż w piosence on wrócił z wojny i miał plan a może on nie istniał choć ktoś mi ułożył w takim razie ten monolog jeśli nie rybi puzon co za dnia się wieszał a noc w noc wyrzężał w rytmie mambo wściekły swój nekrolog aż w końcu gubernator zmiękł i w Birmingham się zgodził go umieścić gdzie jest najpiękniejszy dom bez klamek więc jeśli ktoś mi powie że zna lepszą historyjkę to na rany boga krzyknę mu szajbusie kłamiesz

Why cant they grow? When Im lying in my bed at night I dont want to grow up Nothing ever seems to turn out right I dont want to grow up How do you move in a world of fog thats Always changing things Makes me wish that I could be a dog When I see the price that you pay I dont want to grow up I dont ever want to be that way I dont want to grow up Seems that folks turn into things That they never want The only thing to live for is today Im gonna put a hole in my T.V. set I dont want to grow up Open up the medicine chest I dont want to grow up I dont want to have to shout it out I dont want my hair to fall out I dont want to be filled with doubt I dont want to be a good boy scout I dont want to have to learn to count I dont want to have the biggest amount No, I dont want to grow up Well, when I see my parents fight I dont want to grow up They all go out and drinking all night And I dont want to grow up Id rather stay here in my room Nothing out there but sad and gloom I dont want to live in a big old tomb on Grand Street When I see the 5 oclock news I dont want to grow up Comb their hair and shine their shoes I dont wanna grow up Stay around in my old hometown I dont want to put no money down I dont want to get a big old loan Work them fingers to the bone I dont want to float on a broom Fall in love, get married then boom How the hell did it get here so soon No, I dont want to grow up

You dance real slow You wreck it down You walk away, then you Turn around What did that old blonde Gal say? That is the part... You throw away I want that beggars eyes A winning horse A tidy Mexican divorce St. Marys prayers Houdinis Hands And a Barman who always Understands Will you loose the flowers Hold on to the vase Will you wipe all those teardrops Away from your face I cant help thinking As I close the door I have done all of this Many times before The bone must go The wish can stay The kiss dont know What the lips will say Forget Ive hurt you Put stones in your bed And remember to never Mind instead Well all of your letters Burned up in the fire Time is just memory Mixed in with Desire Thats not the road it is Only the map...I say Gone just like matches From a closed down cabaret In a Portuguese Saloon A fly is a circling around The room Youll soon forget the Tune that you play For that is the part You throw away Ah, that is the part You throw away

KN: I was talking to Tom about this movie that nobody wants me to make. Its a musical called M, starring Siamese twins connected by the lips TW: Connected by the lips? Thats... KN: I figured out how to do that too. You see, I have this dentist friend, a very religious guy. In fact he believes in the laying on of hands. He really would touch your tooth, and theyd get better. Thats why I go to him, I cant stand pain TW: Right! Hehehe... KN: But Im getting off the track. He has a... you know, I think hed go along. He could be in the movie, okay? I think he should be in the movie TW: All right. Does he have any acting experience? KN: No no no TW: No? KN: Hed be a re-actor TW: Ah! Ah! KN: He has this yellow mask that he wears TW: Yeah KN: And yellow gloves. Hes afraid, you know... hes very nervous TW: Oh KN: But Id get the camera on him, wide-angled camera, and Id ask him if he could make a double mouth piece TW: Mhm KN: What Im thinking of, youve seen these things that they use in the circus, where the girl bites into this mouth piece and they pull her up to... TW: Ah yeah, yeah. They suspend her by it, and shes biting on to some kind of a stick or something KN: Up to the top of the tent TW: Yeah, right KN: Well, hed make a double thing with a little rubber holding it together. And then wed audition these identical twins, and that would hold them together, so it would seem... you know, it would look like what Im talking about TW: Right. Hmm KN: Maybe we should have a boy and girl. Are there boy and girl identical twins? TW: Id rather not... I wouldnt call them identical if they were boy and girl KN: Maybe they could be. And then they could get separated in the film. See, the idea is not just that though. Thats just part of it. Theres another guy in the film that I try to help. Cause I thought of calling the movie The Devout Catalyst. Theres the title. And theres another guy who is a tattoo artist, and... but hes avant-garde, he wants to do something very special TW: Something new... in a way KN: Yeah, so we go to this chemist that I know, and he makes a slippery ink, so the tattoo, you know, it just doesnt sit there. It moves slowly across the surface of the skin towards the nearest opening. You see, theres... how many openings are there? TW: Oh, you mean orifice? Uh... how many actual...? KN: One two three... TW: Two three four five uh... six KN: Whichever one its closest to, it goes in there, and then it moves inside your body through the Endothelium, and... Say it was an eagle. It gets inside of you and it gets digested. Maybe it gets stuck behind your right knee cap TW: Right, yeah! KN: You rub it, it gets lose and when it comes out it looks like a Klee, or maybe a Rouault or, you know... or Thurber. You know... TW: Thats wild. Oh yeah, I got a little money laying around that... Ive been... you know... KN: What we have to have with that is... Well, thats a special effect. Well have to get some kind of decal slide across this... But the trouble is when I tell anyone about this, they laugh and... TW: Hehe... KN: So what I figured Id do is put my own money in it TW: Yeah! There! There you go, yeah... KN: In the movie, the kids, my three kids, and my wife wanna have me committed. Thats the plot. If you really do what you wanna do, theyll commit you! TW: Yeah... Wow... KN: Itd be a great movie TW: Well, are you gonna direct...? KN: Well, if we can get Jerry to do the music track... TW: The music, yeah KN: And you could, you know... TW: Yeah, I could play a part KN: Well, you could be the guy Im talking to you about TW: Yeah KN: Get a far-out bar and sit there and... star! TW: Yeah KN: Yeah. In a musical called M TW: Well, Im looking to diversify my investment portfolio, and Ive been looking to get into something strange, you know, so... KN: Hey! What we could do is, we could have you in it, you take out your wallet, and moths fly out TW: Yeah... KN: Thats a special effect too TW: Hehehehe. You get a bug guy for that. They have bug guys in Hollywood. All they do is, they work in the insect world. Youre gonna have a lot of medical footage in this too, I guess? KN: Yeah, I could put that thing in about the January flies too, in our bedroom TW: January flies, what...? KN: That was insane TW: What are January flies? KN: Well, we dont have them in Chicago, but in the middle of January, you went to the bedroom and there were twenty of these... almost as big as horse flies, on the pink walls, and... TW: Thats annoying KN: Oh, its terrible. And they were sluggish, cause it was January TW: They were a little slow KN: And I couldnt hit them with the paper, cause theyd splat TW: Yeah KN: And I couldnt spray them... you know... TW: Youre going to sleep, you dont want that in the room KN: No, Id kill myself that way. So I got the bright idea to get the vacuum cleaner and, with the long hose, we sucked them into the vacuum cleaner. And then they were all gone TW: Well, but they were in the vacuum cleaner really KN: Yeah, and still alive too. Cause thats like a wind tunnel. They went down there... so we... I put some, you know, tissue paper at the end so that they wouldnt get out. But theyd come back! The next night there were twenty or thirty more. So... well, what I did then, I called the chimney sweep TW: Chimney sweep? KN: Yeah, theres a girl by the name of Debbie Dove TW: Shes a chimney sweep? KN: Yeah, from Vermont TW: Ah! KN: And she said, let me check your chimney! TW: Yeah yeah, thats a good place to start. I mean, if you have a fly problem, a lot of people will look at the chimney first KN: And she took the barricade that I had so that nobody could come in through the chimney. There were two dead squirrels inside there, you know. Thats the... sad end TW: Aaawww... KN: The flies belonged to the squirrels TW: All right, yeah... KN: Yeah. She sold us three squirrel traps for the chimney and... were safe now! TW: Yeah, no more flies! KN: Do you think we could get her in the film? TW: Gee, I dont know. We could write a part for her KN: Yeah, we should! TW: Does she have any film experience? KN: Guess wed have to get two dead squirrels in the film too TW: Yeah well, you get an animal guy for that KN: Yeah. Gee, Im so glad that youre interested in this, really! TW: Yeah, I think... Im ready to go into production, so you just let me know KN: Ah, great. Well call it The Devout Catalyst TW: I love it! KN: Yeah, good title TW: A lot of action in the film too, I guess? KN: Oh yeah yeah yeah. I have one thing. I have this picture window ant colony, that Ill have for the titles TW: So the ants will actually spell out the title of the film, and the credits? KN: Well, theyll actually pull little tissue paper credits through it TW: Nice KN: Yeah. Or a fly with a little trailer, with the title of the film on, flying around the bed TW: Nice, nice... KN: Well, Tom, youve made me feel a lot better. Thanks, I... seriously, I thought no one cared, but... thanks! TW: Im there for you, Ken! KN: Youre a pal TW: Thanks

You dance real slow And you wreck it down Walk away, and you turn around What did that old blonde guy say? That is the part you throw away I want that beggars eyes The winning horse A tidy Mexican divorce St. Marys prayers, Houdinis hands And a barman who always Understands Will you lose the flowers Hold on to the vase? Will you wipe all those teardrops Away from your face? And I cant help feeling as I close the door I have done all of this Many times before The bone must go The wish must stay The kiss dont know what the lips will say Forget Ive hurt you Put stones in our bed And remember to never Mind instead But all of your letters burned up in the fire And time is just memory mixed with desire Thats not the road, it is only the map, I say Gone just like matches From a closed down cabaret In a Portuguese saloon A fly is circling around the room Youll soon forget the tune that they play Cause that is the part You throw away For that is the part You throw away

Once upon a time there was a poor child With no father and no mother And everything was dead And no one was left in the whole world Everything was dead And the child went on search day and night And since nobody was left on the earth He wanted to go up into the heavens And the moon was looking at him so friendly And when he finally got to the moon The moon was a piece of rotten wood And then he went to the sun And when he got there The sun was a wilted sunflower And when he got to the stars They were little golden flies Stuck up there like the shrike Sticks em on a blackthorn And when he wanted to go back down to earth The earth was an overturned piss pot And he was all alone He sat down and he cried And he is there till this day All alone Okay theres your story Night night

I slow down purple avenues To march around in April shoes Weather vanes remind Of the summer times that Ive left behind Moneys gone for Auld Lang Syne I spent on Eastern Standard Time Whatever happened to my roll September fell right through the hole All Ive got is empty pockets now And why does August try so hard To hoist me on my own petard? Ive learned one thing from loving her That an ounce of preventions worth a pound of cure And the shadows fall, but I cannot thread The tenor of the things youve said All thats left is flesh and bone The lights are on, no ones home All Ive got is empty pockets now I spill myself another drink I count the whiskers in the sink The orchestra is blind But Ive never been the worrying kind Subsequently and furthermore Ill sleep right here on the draining board I will never be paroled I like to drink them while theyre cold And all Ive got is empty pockets now

Over here the ladies all waltz with perfume But theres never a rose And over there the roses are frightened to bloom So they never can grow And over here they need wool For weaving their babys new clothes But nobody has any wool And the sheep are all lost in the harbour Lost in the harbour And over here they want diamonds to wear But there arent any here And over there everyones hiding their tears But theyre crying inside And the wall wont come down Till theyre no longer afraid of themselves And if you dont believe me ask the elves And then I can come down to the harbour Down to the harbour And then I will fill the ocean back up with my tears I still have a couple more years And then I can come back to the harbour Down to the harbour

Edna Million strój zabójczy ma. Lila-róż łagodzi metra huk. Za dwa dolce kupię colty dwa. Byle deszcz zapędzi mnie w kozi róg. Mord szesnaście ze mną pije rum Na umrzyka skrzyni, jego mać! Skąd dwie pary nóg i w głowie szum? Bourbon mnie wypełnia. Nie mogę wstać! Hej, ptaszku, mam wiadomość złą: Twój dom się pali, a dzieci same są! Smutno patrzy zza kubańskich krat Marny uwodziciel cudzych żon. Przez księżyca pełnię głupio wpadł, Na ostrzu noża plamy krwi – oto plon. Ktoś butelką po łbie wali mnie. Nadepnąłem na diabelski chwost. Falming brodzi w kryształowym szkle. Świat piękniejszy jest niż Brookliński most! Hej, ptaszku, mam wiadomość złą: Twój dom się pali, a dzieci same są! Żółta pościel zatem to Hong-kong – Gdzie prowadzi Wędrowniczek Jaś. Wrócę w Karnawale, zdarty long. Sto dolarów daj i światło zgaś. Mord szesnaście ze mną pije rum Na umrzyka skrzyni – kurwa mać! Skąd dwie pary nóg i w głowie szum? Bourbon mnie wypełnia. Nie mogę wstać! Hej, ptaszku, mam wiadomość złą: Twój dom się pali, a dzieci same są!

Sing a song a sixpence, pocket full a rye Hush by my baby, no need to be cryin You can burn the midnight oil with me, as long as you wish Stare out at the moon, upon the windowsill And dream sing a song a sixpence, pocket full a wry I tell you another story, tell you no lie Dew drops on the window sill, gum drops in your hair Your slippin into dreamland, your noddin your head Oh dream So dream of West Virginia, of the British Isles When you are dreaming, you see for miles and miles When you are much older, remember when we sat At midnight on the windowsill and had this little chat And dream, dream honey, dream honey, dream

I come five hundred miles Just to see her halo I come from St. Petersburg Scarlett and me And I opened my eyes I was blind as could be When you give a man luck He must fall in the sea And she wants you to steal And get caught For she loves you For all that you are not When youre falling down 3x Falling down, falling down You forget all the roses Dont come out on Sunday Shes not gonna choose you For standing so tall Go on take a swig Of that poison and like it Now dont ask for silverware Dont ask for nothing Go on and put your ear to the ground You know youll be hearing that sound Falling down, youre falling down Going down to see that radio whore Come swing it on and now Everyone knew that hotel was a goner They took all the windows And took all the doorknobs And they hauled it away In a couple of days Now someone asked him Take off your hat. We are smaller down here On the ground When youre falling down Falling down.

This is how the world will be Everywhere I go it rains on me Forty monkeys drowning in a boiling sea Everywhere I go it rains on me I went down into the valley to pray Everywhere I go it rains on me I got drunk and I stayed all day Everywhere I go it rains on me Everywhere I go Everywhere I go Everywhere I go It rains on me All gods chilluns cant you see Everywhere I go it rains on me Louie Lista and Marchese Everywhere I go it rains on me Robert Sheehan and Paul Body Everywhere I go it rains on me I went down to Argyle, I went down to Dix Everywhere I go it rains on me To get my powders and to get my fix Everywhere I go it rains on me Everywhere I go Everywhere I go Everywhere I go It rains on me Everywhere I go Everywhere I go Everywhere I go It rains on me

Id like to tell you a little story about a young man He arrived home one afternoon, to find various articles of clothing Throughout his home area, that did not belong to him This made this particular gentleman extremely upset, and rightly so And he called his young lady to his side, and he said, Baby I just gotta know I just gotta know I just gotta know I just gotta know Whose sportcoat is that on my rack? Whose sportcoat is that? Whose sportcoat is that? I aint got no coat like that! Now whose hat is on the rack? Now whose hat is on the rack? Now whose hat is on the rack? I aint got me no hat like that! Now whose car is parked right outside? Whose car is parked right outside? Whose car is parked right outside? I drive a Chevy, not a goddamn Ford! Whose cigarettes are those? Whose cigarettes are those? Whose cigarettes are those? I smoke Winstons, he smokes Kools! Whose whiskey is by the bed? Now whose whiskey is by the bed? Whose whiskey is by the bed? I drink Cutty, thats J&B, babe! Now whose pistol is that? Whose pistol is that? Whose pistol is that? Whose sportcoat is that? Whose sportcoat is that? Whose sportcoat is that? I aint got me no coat like that!

Well Im going out west Where the wind blows tall Cause Tony Franciosa Used to date my ma They got some money out there Theyre giving it away Im gonna do what I want Do what I want And Im gonna get paid Little brown sausages Lying in the sand I aint no extra baby Im a leading man Well my parole officer WIll be proud of me With my Olds 88 And the devil on a leash My Olds 88 And the devil on a leash Well I kno karate, Voodoo too Im gonna make myself available to you I dont need no make up I got real scars I got hair on my chest I look good without a shirt Well I dont lose my composure In a high speed chase Well my friends think Im ugly I got a masculine face I got some dragstrip courage I can really drive a bed Im gonna change my name To Hannibal or maybe Just Rex Change my name to Hannibal Or maybe just Rex Im gonna drive all night Take some speed Im gonna wait for the sun To shine down on me I cut a hole in my roof In the shape of a heart And Im going out west Where theyll appreciate me Going out west Going out west

Cuttin through the cane break Rattling the sill Thunder that the rain makes When the shadow tops the hill Big light on the back street Hill to Evermore. Packin’ down the ladder With the hammer to the floor Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Ford Well hes all boxed up On a red belle dame Hunted Black Johnny with A blind mans cane A yellow bullet with a Rag out in the wind An old blind tiger Get an old bell Jim Here comes the Big Black Mariah. Here comes the Big Black Mariah. Here comes the Big Black Mariah. Here comes the Big Black Ford Sent to the skies on a Benny Jag Blue Off to bed without his supper Like the Linda brides do Now he’s got to do the story With the old widow Jones... Hes got a wooden coat this boy Is never coming home Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Ford Cut through the cane break... Well hes all boxed up On a red belle dame Fat Blue Johnny on A blind mans cane A hundred yellow bullets shook a Rag out in the wind An old blind tiger On a pair of new wings Here comes the Big Black Mariah. Here comes the Big Black Mariah. Here comes the Big Black Mariah. Here comes the Big Black Ford

Mockin bird, high in the tree Looks like youve got the best of me Mockin bird, singing a song Well, mockin bird is mocking me now that youre gone Mockin bird, on top of my roof Blowin notes on top of my roof Mockin bird singing a song Well, mockin bird is mocking me now that youre gone Mockin bird, high in the tree Im looking up at you, youre looking down at me Mockin bird, singing a song Well, the mockin bird is mocking me now that youre gone Throw up some papers, try to scare him away Look down at me, this what he says. Mockin bird, high in the tree Looks like youve got the best of me Mockin bird, singing a song Well, the mockin bird is mocking me now that youre gone

Lay your head where my heart used to be Hold the earth above me Lay down in the green grass Remember when you loved me Stand beneath a rainy sky The moon is over the rise Think of me as a train goes by Clear the thistles and brambles Whistle Didnt He Ramble Now theres a bubble of me And its floating in thee Stand in the shade of me Things are now made of me The weather vane will say... It smells like rain today God took the stars and he tossed em Cant tell the birds from the blossoms Youll never be free of me Hell make a tree from me Dont say good bye to me Describe the sky to me And if the sky falls, mark my words Well catch mocking birds Lay your head where my heart used to be Hold the earth above me Lay down in the green grass Remember when you loved me

Eddie Graces Buick got four bullet holes in the side Charlie DeLisle is sittin at the top of an avocado tree Mrs. Storm will stab you with a steak knife If you step on her lawn I got a half a pack of Lucky Strikes, man Come along with me Lets fill our pockets With macadamia nuts Go over to Bobby Goodmanss Jump off the roof Hilda plays strip poker With the Mummers cross the street Joey Navinski says she put her tongue in his mouth Dicky Faulkners got a switchblade Some gooseneck risers That eucalyptus is a hunchback Theres a wind down from the south So let me tie you up with kite string Show you the scabs on my knee Watch out for the broken glass, put your shoes and socks on Come along with me Lets follow that fire truck I think your house is burnin down Go down to the hobo jungle Kill some rattlesnakes with a trowel And well break all the windows In the old Anderson place Well steal a bunch of boysenberries Smear em all on your face Ill get a dollar from my mamas purse Buy that skull and crossbones ring You can wear it round your neck On an old piece of string Then well spit on Ronnie Arnold Flip him the bird Slash the tires on the school bus Now dont say a word Ill take a rusty nail Scratch your initials in my arm Show you how to sneak up on the roof Of the drugstore Ill take the spokes from your wheelchair And a magpies wings And Ill tie em to your shoulders and your feet Ill steal a hacksaw from my dad Cut the braces off your legs And well bury em tonight out in the cornfield Just put a church key in your pocket Well hop that freight train in the hall Slide all the way down the drain To New Orleans in the fall

The prettiest girl In all the world Is in a little Spanish town But I left her for a Bonnie lass And I told her Id see her around But that Bonnie lass And her heart of glass Would not hold a candle To bumming around So dont cry for me Cause Im going away And Ill be back some lucky day Tell the boys back home That Im doing just fine I left all my troubles and woe So sing about me For I cant come home Ive many more miles to go Why, theres Miss Kelsey She taught dance at our school And old Johnny OToole Ill still beat you at pool So dont cry for me For Im going away And Ill be back some lucky day Now when I was a boy My daddy sat me on his knee And he told me He told me many things And he said sone Theres a lot of things in this world Youre gonna have no use for And when you get blue And youve lost all your dreams Theres nothin like a campfire And a can of beans Why, theres Miss Kelsey She taught dance at our school And old Johnny OToole Ill still beat you at pool So dont cry for me For Im going away And Ill be back some lucky day

Well, shes up against the register An apron and a spatula With yesterdays deliveries And tickets for bachelors Shes a moving violation From her conk down to her shoes But shes just an invitation to the blues But you feel like Cagney And she looks like Rita Hayworth At the counter of the Schwabs drugstore You wonder if she might be single Shes a loner, likes to mingle Got to be patience, try to pick up a clue She says how you gonna like em Medium or scrambled? Any way is the only way Be careful not to gamble On a guy with a suitcase And a ticket getting out here Its tired bus station And an old pair of shoes Aint nothing but an invitation to the blues But you cant take your eyes off her Get another cup of java And its just the way she pours it for you Joking with the customers Oh mercy, Mr. Percy! There aint nothing back in Jersey But a broken down jalopy Of a man i left behind And a dream that i was chasing A battle with booze An open invitation to the blues Ah, but shes had a sugar daddy And a candy apple caddy A bank account and everything Accustomed to the finer things He left her for a socialite He didnt love her except at night And then hes drunk And never even told her that he cared So she took the registration Car keys and her shoes Left with an invitation to the blues Now theres continental Trailways leaving Local bus tonight, good evening You can have my seat Im sticking round here for a while Get a room at squire The filling stations hiring And I can cat here every night What the hell have I got to lose Got a crazy sensation Go or stay, I gotta choose Ill accept your invitation to the blues

Phones off the hook No one knows where we are Its a long time since I drank champagne The ocean is blue as blue as your eyes Im gonna take it with me when I go Old long since gone Now way back when We lived in Coney Island Aint no good thing ever dies Im gonna take it with me when I go Far, far away a train Whistle blows Wherever youre goin Wherever youve been Waving good bye at the end of the day Youre up and youre over and youre far away Always for you, and forever yours It felt just like the old days We fell asleep on Beaulas porch Im gonna take it with me when I go All broken down by the side of the road I was never more alive or alone Ive worn the faces off all the cards Im gonna take it with me when I go Children are playing at the end of the day Strangers are singing on our lawn Its got to be more than flesh and bone All that youve loved is all you own In a land theres a town And in that town theres a house And in that house theres a woman And in that woman theres a heart I love Im gonna take it with me when I go Im gonna take it with me when I go

That old time feeling Goes sneaking down the hall Like an old grey cat in winter Keeping close to the wall

Wujek Vernon, wujek Vernon Niezależny jak na lodzie knur, Brał do rzeźni stary akordeon I „Cmentarną polkę” rżnął w A-dur. Wujek Biltmor i wuj Willi Podczas wojny dorobili się. Czy okradli kogoś, czy zabili? Dla nich brzmi „Cmentarna polka” źle. Ciotka Mame oszalała - Pod hotelem zrujnowanym śpi. Kiedyś arie z wielkich oper znała, Dziś „Cmentarna polka” jej się śni. Wujek Violet był lotnikiem, Twierdził, że Francuzki brzydkie są. Gdy się zajął skromnym burdelikiem, Grał „Cmentarną polkę”, pił i klął. Wujek Billi w Porto Rico się ożenił, Choć drewnianą nogę ponoć miał, Bardzo wrednie swój testament zmienił I „Cmentarną polkę” tańczy sam. Wujek Pfilip wcześnie zbyt owdowiał, Bez pigułek żyć nie umie, bo Zanim stracił wzrok pieniądze schował. Niech „Cmentarna polka” porwie go! Wujek Vernon, wujek Vernon Niezależny jak na lodzie knur, Brał do rzeźni stary akordeon I „Cmentarną polkę” rżnął w A-dur.

Liar, liar with your pants on fire White spades hangin on the telephone wire Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line Youll never recognize yourself on Heartattack and Vine Doctor, lawyer, beggarman, thief Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief If you want a taste of madness youll have to wait in line Youll probably see someone you know on Heartattack and Vine Boneys high on china white, Shorty found a punk Dont you know there aint no devil? Theres just God when hes drunk Well this stuff will probably kill you, lets do another line What you say you meet me down on Heartattack and Vine See that little Jersey girl in the see-through top With the pedal pushers, sucking on a soda pop Well I bet shes still a virgin but its only twenty-five til nine You can see a million of em on Heartattack and Vine Better off in Iowa, against your scrambled eggs Than crawling down Cahuenga on a broken pair of legs Youll find your ignorance is blissful every goddamn time Yourre waitin for the RTD on Heartattack and Vine

Long way going to Get my medicine Skys the autumn grey of a lonely wren Piano from a window played Gone tomorrow, gone yesterday I found it in the street At first I did not see Lying at my feet A trampled rose Passing the hat in church It never stops going around You never pay just once To get the job done What I done to me I done to you What happened to the trampled rose? In the muddy street With the fireworks and leaves A blind man with a cup I asked Would he sing Kisses Sweeter Than Wine I know that rose Like I know my name The one I gave my love It was the same Now I find it in the street A trampled rose

Now hes an altar boy, bound up in leather and chains What became of old Father Craft Ill never forget the Sunday he left And gave me something special in the rectory Hes an altar boy Corrected me in the rectory And thats why Im feeling so blue Cause Im an altar boy, what about you? Pater noster, qui es in coelis Sanctificetur nomen tuum Adveniat regnum tuum... Pater Noster, yeah Yeah I can order in Latin Make em au gratin, Joe Cause Im an old altar boy Thats why Im so depressed I never got the rest of the dream Just the ritual Now Im habitual Majoring in crimes that are unspeakable Im an altar boy Thats what happened to me, yeah Hes just an old altar boy Laying out there in the street Hes an altar boy Hoping he can meet a woman dressed like a nun He knows theres got to be some around here Drinking across from the church Just a little Father Cribari wine On a Sunday morning time Remembering when he was busier Now hes getting dizzier Fill it up, Joe You know the routine, yeah Im an altar boy, oh yeah Out there in the bar, the old altar boy Making the scena with a novena Why is he winking at this time in his life He never took a wife, cause hes an old altar boy Drinking Cribari wine An altar boy, down here in his prime What became of him Well, hes looking up the dress of Sister Marie Hes rather depressed, as you can see He hasnt been to mass since nineteen forty-three Cause hes an old altar boy He figures he got enough religion already in him Now hes leafing through the dirty magazines Hes an altar boy, what became of him Hes an altar boy, yeah

If you got a problem And dont tell what it is I can know one thing I can show you this I can help I got two strong arms I can help Where you shown do me good To do you good I can help Everything you got me You really think you real Let me tell you just bout the way i feel I can help Im a man I can help Oh baby, i got two strong arms I can help When i go sleep you much Always part of my dreams Hold me tight Tell me everything I wanna hear! If you got a problem And dont tell what it is Just get into me, baby And i fix it anyway i can I can help Your mamma needs a man I can help Where you shown do me good To do you good I can help When i go sleep you much Always part of my dreams Hold me tight Tell me everything I wanna hear! Dont forgive me, baby I got do strong If i can do one thing You know Im aint fall I can help You try all me as a daddy I can help Where you shown do me good To do you good I can help

Little trip to heaven on the wings of your love Banana moon is shining in the sky Feel like Im in heaven when youre with me Know that Im in heaven when you smile Oh, Im stuck here on the ground I got something Ive found And its you, yeah I dont need to take no trip to outer space All I have to do is look at your face And before I know it, Im in orbit around you Thanking my lucky stars that I found you When I see your constellation Honey, youre my inspiration And its you Youre my North Star when Im lost and feeling blue Youre the sun thats breaking through the clouds Dont you know its true? All the other stars seem dim around you Thanking my lucky stars that I found you When I see your smiling face I know nothings ever gonna take your place And its you. and its you And its you. and its you And its you And its you Shoo-be-doo-bop-bah-dah

A window left open and the pillow is soaking wet Who says love ever comes without tolls? She sends no kindness, no words of regret when she put the fork in the road Theres a ring with a diamond missing It was lost in the backseat of a car Theres a dollar on the floor in the kitchen Christmas lights blinking on a long dead tree in the parlour Cheaters never prosper Cheaters never win Cheaters never prosper Cheaters never win Cheaters never prosper Cheaters never win Long hair, big eyes and she always needs money Did I find her or was she the one who chose? I wanna drown like a fly in the honey And she stole the blush from the rose Long hair, big eyes and she always needs money Did I find her or was she the one who chose? I wanna drown like a fly in the honey because she stole the blush from the rose Because she stole the blush from the rose She stole the blush from the rose Because she stole the blush from the rose Because she stole the blush from the rose, from the rose, from the rose, from the rose, from the rose

I should go out and honk the horn, its Independence Day But instead I just pour myself a drink Its got to be love, Ive never felt this way Oh baby, this ones from the heart The shadows on the wall look like a railroad track I wonder if hes ever comin back The moons a yellow stain across the sky Oh baby, this ones from the heart Maybe Ill go down to the corner and get a racin form But I should probly wait here by the phone And the brakes need adjustment on the convertible Oh baby, this ones from the heart The worm is climbin the avocado tree Rubbin its back against the wall I pour myself a double sympathy Oh baby, this ones from the heart Blondes, brunettes, and redheads put their hammer down To pound a cold chisel through my heart But they were nothin but apostrophes Oh baby, this ones from the heart I cant tell, is that a siren or a saxophone? But the roads get so slippery when it rains I love you more than all these words can ever say Oh baby, this ones from the heart

Sprzedam dziecku złomiarza zardzewiałe serce - Byle żyć, byle żyć! Choć ratunku oczekujesz, na mnie nie licz więcej! Co tu kryć, co tu kryć! Statek tonie. Ten statek tonie. Statek tonie. Tu w kotłowni zapierdol ma każdy z nas – Kalecy, suchotnicy... Kto tym wrakiem dowodzi? - wyrzęzić czas: Bandyci i prawnicy! A gdzie Bóg? Nie ma go! Bóg skoczył zrobić biznes! Biznes! Wykałaczką złamaną trupy wygrzebuję - Pracę mam! Pracę mam! Krwawy księżyc katastrofy siedmiu plag zwiastuje: Jestem sam! Całkiem sam! To już koniec! Tak, to już koniec! To już koniec! Tu w kotłowni zapierdol ma każdy z nas – Kalecy, suchotnicy... Kto tym wrakiem dowodzi? - wyrzęzić czas: Bandyci i prawnicy! A gdzie Bóg? Nie ma go! Bóg skoczył zrobić biznes! Biznes! Niech to szlag, że też coś człowieka zawsze kusi Dobrym być, dobrym być! Chwyć przynętę, a pułapka szczurza cię udusi, Co tu kryć, co tu kryć! A gdzie Bóg? Nie ma go! Bóg skoczył zrobić biznes! Biznes! Powieki mrużę i mam oczy jak skarbonki! Trzeba żyć, trzeba żyć! A gdzie Bóg? Nie ma go! Skoczył zrobić biznes! Biznes!

Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp With a horrid little pistol and a lariat Shes goin to the bottom And shes goin down the drain Said she wasnt big enough to carry it She got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow She got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow She got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow She got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods You gotta meet me by the fall down tree Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid And I know theyll come lookin for me boys And I know theyll come a-lookin for me Got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow Got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow Got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow Got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow Big Jack Earl was 81 He stood in the road and he cried He couldnt make her love him Couldnt make her stay But tell the good Lord that he tried Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville On the wreck of the Weaverville stage Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade I was stirring my brandy with a nail boys Stirring my brandy with a nail Well the rampaging sons of the widow James Jack the cutter and the pock marked kid Had to stand naked at the bottom Of the cross And tell the good lord what they did Tell the good lord what they did Punctuated birds on the power line In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe Joaks Im diggin all the way to China With a silver spoon While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys The hangman fumbles with the noose Pin your ear to the wisdom post Pin your eye to the line Never let the weeds get higher Than the garden Always keep a sapphire in your mind Always keep a diamond in your mind

Theres a crooked street in Houston town Its a well worn path Ive followed down Now, theres ruin in my name I wish Id never got off the train I wished Id listened to the words you said Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street Youll be lost and never found You can never turn around Dont go down to Fannin Street Once I held you in my arms I was sure Til I took that silent stare through the gilded door But the desire to have much more All the glitter and the roar Now I know this is where the sidewalk ends Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street Youll be lost and never found You can never turn around Dont go down to Fannin Street When I was young I thought only of getting out I said good-bye to my street, good-bye to my house Give a man gin, give a man cards Give an inch, he takes a yard And I rue the day that I stepped off this train Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street Dont go down to Fannin Street Youll be lost and never found You can never turn around Dont go down to Fannin Street

Shes my only true love Shes all that I think of Look here in my wallet Thats her She grew up on a farm there Theres a place on my arm Where Ive written her name Next to mine You see I just cant Live without her And Im her only boy And she grew up outside McHenry In Johnsburg, Illinois

Broken bicycles, old busted chains With rusted handle bars, out in the rain Somebody must have an orphanage for All these things that nobody wants any more Septembers reminding July Its time to be saying goodbye Summer is gone, but our love will remain Like old broken bicycles out in the rain Broken bicycles, dont tell my folks ThereÕs all those playing cards pinned to the spokes Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn The wheels wont turn when the other has gone The seasons can turn on a dime Somehow I forget every time For all the things that youve given me will always stay Broken, but Ill never throw them away

Ne Blaue für en halve Stund Verzäll Zibinge Mädche dunn dir einfach leid Du wills se rushole us dä Kält Janz ejal wat dich dat kosten däät Unge platz en Fläsch op nem Lockekopp Massive Hocker fleejen durch de Düür Dä Weet es ruhig hä zahlt nie drop Irjendeiner es em falsche Revier He kleine Mann mach dich flöck fott Dieh Huus breent jrad aff Ding Dööchter jonn kapott Do sääs ihr se künnt zu dir noh Hus Ding Frau wör Lehrerin un schwer kulant Un du drücks se an ding Heldebrus Die halve Stund es öm dä nächste es dran Unge litt en Jogging Botz voll Bloot Die bewääch sich noch hätt Schwein jehatt Keiner hät jet jesinn keiner hät jet jehoot Nur dä Papajei kräät: Ich maach dich platt He kleine Mann maach dich flöck fott Dieh Huus brennt jrad aff Ding Dööchter jonn kapott