MUMBO JUMBO

ANNIE B.

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BACK IN '93,

MY UNCLE, JOSEPH, WENT TO SEA.

IN OUR FAMILY,

MEN WOULD WORK THE ABLE "ANNIE B."

OUT ON THE BANKS,

PULLING COD AND MACKEREL

FROM THE SEA.

BACK IN '03,

JOE AND SHARON MADE A FAMILY.

FIRST CAME LITTLE MARY.

THEN WAS BORN MY COUSIN, CHARLIE.

IN THE AFTERNOONS,

AFTER SCHOOL WE'D SCRUB

THE "ANNIE B."

BACK IN '13,

MY UNCLE, JOE, WAS LOST AT SEA.

I GOT THE WORD,

WORKING DOWN AT THE CANNERY.

IN A SUMMER SQUALL,

THE COLD ATLANTIC CLAIMED

THE "ANNIE B."

BACK IN '23,

MY COUSIN, CHARLIE, WENT TO SEA.

IN OUR FAMILY,

MEN WOULD WORK THE NEW "ANNIE B."

OUT ON THE BANKS,

PULLING COD AND MACKEREL

FROM THE SEA.

BATTLE OF BLUE WATER

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IN THE LAND OF THE GREAT LAKOTA

IN THE BLACK HILLS OF THE DAKOTAS

NEAR THE PLATTE RIVER'S SOURCE

IN THE LAND OF CRAZY HORSE

IN THE LAND WHERE THE LONG GRASS GROWS

IN THE LAND OF THE BUFFALO

IN THE LAND WHERE CLEAR WATER FLOWS

IN THE LAND OF THE SNAKE AND CROW

IN THE LAND WHERE THE EAGLE FLIES

IN THE LAND OF ENDLESS SKIES

IN THE LAND WHERE THE HEART IF FULL

IN THE LAND OF SITTING BULL

IN THE LAND OF OUR NATIVE SONS

IN THE LAND OF OUR NATIVE DAUGHTERS

CUT DOWN IN THE SENSELESS SLAUGHTER

IN THE BATTLE OF BLUE WATER

BEBOPBEAT

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NEVER WORK FROM 9 TO 5,

OR BUY INTO THAT BOURGEOIS JIVE.

NEVER WEAR A SUIT AND TIE,

AND WORK IN A CUBICLE

UNTIL YOU DIE.

NEVER SHINE THOSE

FLORSHEIM SHOES.

DON’T PAY TAX

OR UNION DUES.

DON’T START A

NUCLEAR FAMILY.

JUST KEEP IT REAL,

AND KEEP IT FREE.

BEBOPBEAT,

CAN YOU DIG IT?

DIG IT!

BEBOPBEAT,

CAN YOU DIG IT?

DIG IT!

NO MADRAS SHIRTS,

OR FLAT TOPHAIR.

NO RIN TIN TIN,

OR YOGI BEAR.

NO SHAG CARPETS

WALL TOWALL.

NO GOLF CLUBS,

OR BOWLING BALLS.

NO STATION WAGON

WITH FAKE WOOD PANELS.

NO BLACK AND WHITE T.V.

WITH JUST ONE CHANNEL.

NO SUBURBAN HOUSE

WITH FRESH MOWED LAWN.

JUST KEEP IT COOL,

AND GET REAL GONE.

NO UGLY EDSELS,

OR DOIN’ THE TWIST.

NO HOUSE UNAMERICAN

COMMIE LIST.

NO GREEN STAMPS,

OR HULA HOOPS.

NO HOWDY DOODY,

NO BOY SCOUT TROOP.

NO TRICKY DICK,

OR I LIKE IKE.

NO CARDS IN THE SPOKES

OF YOUR BIKE.

NO FIVE AND DIME,

NO DRIVE-IN MOVIE.

JUST GET REAL GONE,

AND KEEP IT GROOVY.

BEBOPBOOGIE

DONALD McCREA

I WENT TO BED

LATE LAST NIGHT

CRAWLED UNDER THE COVERS

AND TURNED OUT THE LIGHT

BUT, SOON THERE WAS

A CRASH AND A CLATTER

SO, I SPRANG FROM BED

TO SEE WHAT WAS THE MATTER

THERE WAS A RAGING PARTY

AT THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR

THAT RATTLED THE WINDOWS

AND RUMBLED THE FLOOR

IT WAS THE BEBOPBOOGIE

PLAYIN’ ALL NIGHT LONG

BEBOPBOOGIE

PLAYIN’ ALL NIGHT LONG

THE NEXT DAY,

I WENT SHOPPING

FOR FOOD

I WAS SLEEP DEPRIVED

AND IN A DEEP DARK MOOD

THE STORE P.A. WAS

PLAYIN’ BOOMER MUSIC

AND, BABYBABYBABYBABY

BABYBABYBABYBABY

WAS PLAYIN’ ALL DAY LONG

WITH TOP FORTY REASONS

WHY AMERICA WENT WRONG

I STAGGERED BACK HOME

AND, FELL INTO BED

WITH THAT PLASTIC POP

HIT PARADE ECHOING

IN MY HEAD

SO, WHEN THE NEIGHBORS

STARTED HOWLIN’ AT THE MOON

THAT BEBOPBOOGIE

HAD NOW CHANGED MY TUNE

CUZ THAT FUNKY BEAT

AND THOSE HONKIN’ HORNS

SOUND SO MUCH BETTER

THAN ALL THAT COMMERCIAL CORN

AND, THE BEBOPBOOGIE

IS PLAYN’ ALL NIGHT LONG

LOUIS ARMSTRONG

AND SIDNEY BECHET

DEVOLVED INTO

SWING AND SWAY

WITH SAMMY KAYE

LITTLE RICHARD

WAS COVERED

BY PAT BOONE

ELVIS AND ARETHA

REPLACED

BY RAPPERS

WHO CAN’T CARRY

A TUNE

AND, BEBOPBOOGIE

IS NOW MY FAVORITE SONG

BEBOPBOOGIE

PLAYIN’ ALL NIGHT LONG

BLUE MOUNTAIN

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THE DAYS ARE LONG IN CALIENTE

AS THE SUN IS BURNING UP THE SKY

AND, I'M WAITING AT THE CROSSROADS

WITH THAT DISTANT EAGLE IN MY EYE

WANDERING 'ROUND BLACK ROCK DESERT

RAMBLING DOWN BY FURNACE CREEK

EXPLORING THE SIERRA DE LOS CUCAPAH

'TIL I FIND ALL THAT I SEEK

I'M GOIN' BACK TO BLUE MOUNTAIN

TO SIT ON THAT SACRED STONE

GOIN' BACK TO BLUE MOUNTAIN

AND LIVE THERE ALL ALONE

BLUE YODEL #6

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WELL, IT'S T FOR TAXES

T FOR TYRANNY

T FOR TROUBLE

THAT JUST WON'T LET ME BE

BIG CIGAR MEN

A&R MEN

BIG FAT CZAR MEN

MADE A POOR BOY

OUTTA ME

SOLD MY SOUL

TO THE STREAMERS

GAVE ITUNES

ALL MY TRACKS

NOW, I'M RIDIN' ON A BONEY MULE

GOIN' BACK TO MUSIC SCHOOL

THEY PLAYED ME FOR A FOOL

WHILE THEY CRUISED

IN THEIR CADILLACS

IF I WAS MUDDY WATERS

SITTIN' ON A HOLLOW LOG

IF I WAS MUDDY

SITTIN' ON A HOLLOW LOG

WITH NO SYNTHESIZER

NO AUTO-TUNE

NO HARMONIZER

I'D LAY IT DOWN ANALOG

AND HOWL AT THE MOON

I'M GOIN' DOWN

TO TIN PAN ALLEY

AND SING ABOUT

LONG TALL SALLY

PLAYIN' THE BEBOP BLUES

IN MY BLUE SUEDE SHOES

I DE OH LAY ME

I DE OH LAY ME WHO

WELL, IT'S M FOR MUZAK

M FOR MIDDLE OF THE ROAD

M FOR MADONNA

M FOR MANILOW

M FOR McCREA

WHO NEVER LEARNED TO PLAY

I'D THROW IT ALL AWAY

BUT, I JUST CAN'T LET IT GO

I CAN'T LET IT GO

I DE OH LAY ME

I DE OH LAY ME WHO

I'M GONNA BE

A ROCK STAR

IF I CAN TUNE

THIS OLD GUITAR...

YEAH, YEAH

SAY WHAT? DO TELL

ALL THIS NOIZE

MAKES ME WANNA YELL

HEY!

BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET

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HEADIN’ OUT OF MEMPHIS,

WITH THE SETTING SUN.

DRIVIN’ THROUGH THE DELTA,

ON HIGHWAY 61.

THIS FLATHEAD FORD IS KNOCKIN’,

THESE OLD TIRES SING A TUNE,

AND THE COTTONFIELDS GLOW LIKES GHOSTS

IN THE LIGHT OF THE MOON.

AND WE’RE ROLLIN’, WE’RE ROLLIN’…

WE’RE GONNA BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,

WITH THE WILD TCHOUPITOULAS AND DR. JOHN.

BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,

WE’RE GONNA PARTY ALL NIGHT LONG.

COME ON! COME ON!

ON THE BANKS OF THE BIG MUDDY,

ON A STEAMY SUMMER NIGHT.

BARGES PLY THE RIVER,

AND SWEEP THE SHORES

WITH THEIR SPOTLIGHTS.

ME AND GEORGE DICKEL,

JUST WATCHIN’ THAT RIVER FLOW,

ON DOWN TO NEW ORLEANS,

AND THE GULF OF MEXICO.

AND IT’S ROLLIN’, IT’S ROLLIN’…

WE’RE GONNA BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,

WITH LOUIS ARMSTRONG AND SIDNEY BECHET.

BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,

WE’RE GONNA PARTY ‘TIL THE BREAK OF DAY.

WE’RE GONNA BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET

WITH ALLEN TOUSSAINT AND FATS DOMINO.

BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,

WE’RE GONNA PARTY,

C’MON, LET’S GO! LET’S GO!

BRAND NEW SHADE OF BLUE

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YOU AND ME,

WE’VE TRAVELED DOWN THIS ROAD BEFORE.

TRYING TO KEEP

THESE LIES FROM COMING TRUE.

ONCE AGAIN,

WE’RE STANDING AT THIS OPEN DOOR,

TRYING TO KEEP

OURSELVES FROM WALKING THROUGH.

AND, AS THE SHADOWS FALL

ON THE AVENUE.

THIS STRANGE SAD NIGHT

TURNS A BRAND NEW SHADE OF BLUE.

YOU AND ME,

WE’VE SAILED UPON THIS STORMY SEA.

CHARTING EVERY ROCK,

AND EVERY HIDDEN REEF.

ONCE AGAIN,

WE’RE STRANDED ON SOME DISTANT SHORE,

RUN AGROUND,

MAROONED HERE WITH OUR GRIEF.

AND, AS THE SIRENS CALL

AND BECKON HEARTS ONCE SO TRUE,

THIS SEA OF LOVE

TURNS A BRAND NEW SHADE OF BLUE.

AND, AS THE ANGELS FALL

FROM GRACE, AND START ANEW,

EVEN HEAVEN

TURNS A BRAND NEW SHADE OF BLUE.

AND, AS THE ANGELS FALL

FROM GRACE, AND START ANEW,

EVEN HEAVEN

TURNS A BRAND NEW SHADE OF BLUE.

CALIFORNIA CRUISIN’

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TRIPPIN' THROUGH THE VALLEY

IN AN EL CAMINO

ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL

PLAY THE PALOMINO

DRIVE PAST NUDIES

UP TO MULHOLLAND

GROKIN' THE LIGHTS

THEN RUN DOWN HIGHLAND

STRUNG OUT STARLETS

STAGGER FROM LIMOUSINES

STUMBLE DOWN SUNSET

TO THE SKYBAR POOL SCENE

JIM OUT ON THE LEDGE

OF HIS MARMONT MADNESS

TRYING TO FLY AWAY

FROM HIS WHISKEY SADNESS

HOUSE OF BLUE MEANIES

VIPER ROOM VAMPIRES

FLOATING THROUGH THE HAZE

OF THIS SURREAL SATIRE

CALIFORNIA CRUISIN’

LEAVING L.A.

GOTTA GET AWAY

HEADIN’ FOR THE CITY

BY THE BAY

CALIFORNIA SUNSHINE

BIG SUR SUMMERTIME

TASSAJARA SESSHIN

NEPENTHE CHILL SCENE

HANGIN’ WITH JACK

IN BIXBY CANYON

DANCE AROUND THE FIRE

IN WILD ABANDON

NORTH BEACH

TO THE SCENE IN SOMA

FRISCO’S LOST

IN A SIXTIES’ COMA

HIPPIES IN THE HAIGHT

AIRPLANE AT THE FILLMORE

ACROSS THE GATE

TO A HOUSEBOAT ON THE SHORE

IN THE FLOW

AND ON WE GO

UP THE COAST

TO MENDOCINO

RUNNIN' WILD

AND FEELIN' FREE

WANDER THE WOODS

DOWN TO THE SEA

FLOATING IN SERENITY

EXPLORE THE HEART

OF THE MYSTERY

CALIFORNIA CRUISIN’

CITY OF ANGELS

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YOU WERE BORN TO PLAY THIS PART

A LEADING MAN WITH A BROKEN HEART

STARRING IN THIS SHADOW PLAY

YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS TRÈS PATHÉ.

HIT YOUR LINES AND HIT YOUR MARK

TRY TO FIND THAT MAGIC SPARK

A SCREEN TEST, A CURTAIN CALL,

A FLICKERING IMAGE ON THE WALL

ALL THE STARS ARE SHINING BRIGHT

STANDING IN THIS BIG SPOTLIGHT

MAY YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE TONIGHT

IN THE CITY OF ANGELS

IN THE CITY OF ANGELS.

CIVILIZATION

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WADING IN THE RIVER,

MOONLIGHT THROUGH THE TREES.

THE BIRDS ARE ALL ASLEEP,

SMELL THE ORCHIDS ON THE BREEZE.

FLOATING IN THE STREAM,

A SHINY METAL CAN.

I HAVE NEVER SEEN A THING SO STRANGE,

I CATCH IT IN MY HAND.

IT'S THE FIRST SIGN OF...

CIVILIZATION.

MODERNIZATION.

COMPLETE DECIMATION

OF THE AMAZON BASIN.

CIVILIZATION.

RESTING IN THE BRUSH,

SUNLIGHT ON THE GRASS.

WATCHING ALL THE CLOUDS,

AS THEY FLOAT ON PAST.

SUDDENLY APPEAR

THE MIGHTY JAWS OF DEATH.

THE GRINDING OF THE GEARS,

SMELL THE OILY BREATH OF…

CIVILIZATION.

DEFORESTATION.

LAND RECLAMATION.

ANNIHILATION.

CIVILIZATION.

ON A MONKEY HUNT,

AS HE SCRAMBLES OVERHEAD.

FARTHER FROM THE TRIBE,

I AM BEING LEAD.

COME UPON A CLEARING,

WONDER FILLS MY EYES.

THERE'S A MILLION PEOPLE,

HEAR THE ANGUISHED CRIES OF…

CIVILIZATION.

OVERPOPULATION.

CRIME AND STARVATION.

THE CRUSH OF CREATION.

CIVILIZATION.

COALTOWN BABIES

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COALTOWN BABIES

STRUTTIN’ THEIR STUFF.

ACTING SO COOL,

LOOKIN’ SO TOUGH.

COALTOWN BABIES

HANGIN’ AROUND

THE DARK AND DIRTY

POOR PART OF TOWN.

SHE STANDS IN FRONT

OF THE LAUNDROMAT,

NEXT TO THE YORK HOTEL.

NEAR THE ALLEY

WITH THE YOWLING CATS.

DOWN BY THE RIVER

WITH THE GARBAGE SMELL.

AND AS THE CARS CRUISE BY.

SHE SEARCHES EVERY FACE

THAT SHE MEETS.

WITH THAT GLAZED LOOK

IN HER EYE,

SHE TRIES TO KEEP FROM

PASSING OUT IN THE STREET.

HE SITS IN A

BIG BLACK CADILLAC.

HIS SPEAKERS PUMPIN’ OUT

A BOOMING BEAT.

HIS SILKY SLEEVES

HIDE THE TINY TRACKS.

HE'S PLAYIN’ IT COOL,

BUT HE'S PACKING HEAT.

AND AS THAT DEAL GOES DOWN,

HE COUNTS THE SCRATCH

OUT ON THE SEAT.

HE RUNS THE TRAFFIC

IN THIS TOWN,

WHILE HIS STRING

WORKS THE STREET.

THE HOMELESS HUDDLE

IN THE RAIN,

THEIR WHOLE WORLD

IN A SHOPPING CART.

BUT THERE'S NO SHELTER

FROM THE PAIN,

THERE'S NOWHERE TO

HIDE A BROKEN HEART.

SHE STANDS IN THE

DARKENED DOORWAY,

TRYIN’ TO KEEP

FROM GETTING WET.

HER RAVAGED FACE TELLS

AN ANCIENT STORY.

IN THE SMOKY HALO

OF HER CIGARETTE.

COALTOWN BABIES

STRUTTIN’ THEIR STUFF.

ACTING SO COOL,

LOOKIN’ SO TOUGH.

COALTOWN BABIES

HANGIN’ AROUND

THE DARK AND DIRTY

POOR PART OF TOWN.

COCONINO

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IT’S A LONG WAY

TO HOLLYWOOD.

THIS CHANGE OF PACE

WOULD DO SOME

MOVIE STARS GOOD.

EVERYBODY’S SLEEPING

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY.

NOTHING EVER HAPPENS,

AND NO ONE CARES ANYWAY.

IT’S A LONG WAY

TO PARIS, FRANCE.

NO ONE HERE

WANTS TO DANCE.

THE ROAD’S ARE

ROUGH AND DUSTY,

THE CARS ARE

RUSTED OUT.

THE JOBS ALL LEAD

TO NOWHERE.

THERE'S NO WAY

OF GETTING OUT.

BUT HERE

IN COCONINO,

WE’VE GOT

BUZZIN’ FLIES.

WE’VE GOT

SLEEPIN’ DOGS,

AND THE WEATHER’S

HOT AND DRY.

HERE IN COCONINO,

I’M SITTIN’

LIKE A BUMP ON A LOG,

JUST THINKIN’ OF YOU.

IT’S A LONG WAY

TO MIAMI BEACH.

THE GOOD LIFE

IS OUT OF REACH.

THE STOP SIGNS ARE

SHOT FULL OF HOLES.

THE SHACKS

ARE FALLIN’ DOWN.

THERE AIN’T

NO PEST CONTROL.

COYOTES PROWL

ON THE EDGE OF TOWN.

IT’S A LONG WAY

TO NEW YORK CITY.

IT’S A THOUSAND MILES

TO ANYWHERE PRETTY.

IT’S A LONELY OLD TOWN,

WHEN THAT SUN

IS GOIN’ DOWN.

AND THE GIRL

THAT DRIVES

YOU CRAZY,

IS NOWHERE

TO BE FOUND.

COUNTY LINE

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IN THE MORNING,

WHEN THE TIME HAS COME,

I’LL LOOK FOR THE SIGN.

IN THE MORNING,

I’LL TAKE DOWN MY GUN,

AND CROSS THAT COUNTY LINE.

I’LL FOLLOW THE WINDING ROAD,

‘TIL I COME TO THE OLD OAK TREE.

IN THE MORNING,

WHEN THE TIME HAS COME,

I WILL BE FREE.

IN THE MORNING,

WHEN THE DAY IS HOT,

I WILL FIND THE PLACE.

IN THE MORNING,

YOU WILL HEAR A SHOT,

AND YOU WILL SEE MY FACE.

WE’LL CROSS THE RAGING RIVER,

‘TIL WE REACH THE OTHER SIDE.

IN THE MORNING,

WHEN THE DAY IS HOT,

YOU WILL BE MY BRIDE.

THAT WOMAN WENT TO WAYCROSS.

SHE CAUGHT THAT MIDNIGHT TRAIN.

LEFT ME STANDING AT THE STATION,

CRYIN’ IN THE POURING RAIN.

THAT WOMAN WENT TO WAYCROSS.

SHE HAD TO LEAVE THIS TOWN.

CAN’T YOU HEAR THAT WHISTLE BLOWIN’,

MAKIN’ THAT MOURNFUL SOUND.

THAT WOMAN WENT TO WAYCROSS,

AND SHE AIN’T NEVER COMIN’ BACK.

NOW I’M STANDING IN THE RAIN,

LOOKIN’ DOWN THE TRACKS.

COYOTE FROM CENTRAL PARK

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I CAME ACROSS THE G.W.B.

LAST NIGHT ABOUT THE HOUR OF THREE,

JUST ANOTHER WEARY IMMIGRANT,

YEARNING TO BE FREE.

NOSED AROUND CHINATOWN,

SEARCHING FOR SOME SCRAPS.

FOUND A PARK IN THE VILLAGE,

AND STOPPED THERE FOR A NAP.

STANDING IN TIMES SQUARE,

STARING AT THE NEON LIGHTS.

HAD TO DODGE A GYPSY CAB,

RACING THROUGH THE NIGHT.

FOLLOWED A LADY UP

PARK AVENUE,

IN HER CHINCHILLA COAT,

WITH LEOPARD PANTS,

AND A ZEBRA SCARF AROUND HER THROAT.

I’M THE COYOTE FROM CENTRAL PARK,

AND I’M ONLY PASSING THROUGH.

WHILE GERSHWIN PLAYS THE OPENING THEME

FROM RHAPSODY IN BLUE.

OUT IN FRONT OF THE PLAZA,

HANSOM CABS WAITING FOR A FARE.

THE PERFUME OF WEALTH AND POWER,

LINGERING IN THE AIR.

MY APPROACHING SCENT

SPOOKS THE TIRED HORSES.

FOR, EVEN IN HIGH SOCIETY,

THERE ARE GREATER FORCES.

BACK BEHIND THE DAKOTA,

RUMMAGING THROUGH THE GARBAGE CANS.

JOHN WAS THE WALRUS,

BUT TONIGHT, I AM THE EGGMAN.

GOO GOOG A CHOO! AHOOOOO!

I’M THE COYOTE FROM CENTRAL PARK,

AND I’M ONLY PASSING THROUGH.

WHILE GERSHWIN PLAYS THE OPENING THEME

FROM RHAPSODY IN BLUE.

CRESCENT CITY

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DRIVIN' DOWN A DUSTY ROAD

HAULIN' A HEAVY LOAD

GOIN' BACK TO EMMALENE

WAY DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS

SLEEPIN' IN A BIG BRASS BED

WITH THAT MOJO MAMA IN MY HEAD

DREAMIN' OF EMMALENE

MY LITTLE CREOLE QUEEN

IN THE CRESCENT CITY

GOIN' TO THE HOODOO BALL

DOWN AT THE CONGO HALL

GONNA DANCE WITH EMMALENE

AND DO THE MERENGUE

GONNA WED MON CHERI, TOUT SUITE

DOWN ON BOURBON STREET

AND LIVE WITH EMMALENE

IN THE VIEUX CARRE

GONNA PLAY SOME BOURE HANDS

MIGHT WIN SOME MONEY

MIGHT WIN SOME LAND.

TAKE IT HOME TO EMMALENE

AND STUFF IT UNDER THE MATTRESS

IN THE CRESCENT CITY

DANCE ALL NIGHT

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SOME PEOPLE WORK

SOME PEOPLE PLAY

SOME PEOPLE LIE AROUND

IN BED ALL DAY

WELL, THAT'S ALL RIGHT

WE CAN DANCE ALL NIGHT

SOME PEOPLE LAUGH

SOME PEOPLE CRY

SOME PEOPLE WAIT AROUND

UNTIL IT'S TIME TO DIE

WELL, THAT'S ALL RIGHT

WE CAN DANCE ALL NIGHT

DANCE ALL NIGHT

DANCE 'TIL THEY COME

AND TAKE THE MOON AWAY

DANCE ALL NIGHT

SHAKE YOUR BODY

SHAKE YOUR SOUL

MOVE YOUR FEET

AND LOSE CONTROL

AND DANCE ALL NIGHT

SOME PEOPLE CHANT

SOME PEOPLE PRAY

SOME PEOPLE SIT

AND MEDITATE ALL DAY

WELL, THAT'S ALL RIGHT

WE CAN DANCE ALL NIGHT

SOME PEOPLE MAKE WAR

SOME PEOPLE MAKE LOVE

SOME PEOPLE SEARCH FOR

A MESSAGE FROM ABOVE

WELL, THAT'S ALL RIGHT

WE CAN DANCE ALL NIGHT

THIS WORLD IS FULL OF TROUBLES

THIS WORLD IS FULL OF HATE

WE CAN'T FORGET THAT LIFE

IS SOMETHING WE SHOULD CELEBRATE

LET'S MOVE OUR BODIES

LET'S MOVE OUR FEET

LET'S MOVE THIS CELEBRATION

OUT INTO THE STREET

DANCE ALL NIGHT

'TIL THEY TAKE THE SUN

AND THE STARS ABOVE

CREATE A WORLD

OF PEACE AND LOVE

SHINE YOUR LIGHT

AND DANCE ALL NIGHT

SHINE YOUR LIGHT

AND DANCE ALL NIGHT

DEAD MAN

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YOU MIGHT THINK

THIS MAN HAS A LIFE

HE'S GOT A HOUSE,

HE'S GOT A CAR

HE DRINKS CHAMPAGNE

AND DRINKS CAVIAR

BUT, HE'S A DEAD MAN

YOU MIGHT THINK

THIS MAN HAS IT ALL

HE'S GOT A PLANE,

HE'S GOT A BOAT

HE'S GOT THE MONEY

TO KEEP IT ALL AFLOAT

BUT, HE'S A DEAD MAN

HE'S GOT NO DREAMS,

AND HE'S GOT NO DESIRES

YOU CAN SEE IN HIS EYES

THAT HE'S GOT NO FIRE

HE'S GOT NO PURPOSE,

AND HE'S GOT NO PASSION

HIS ENTIRE WAY OF THINKING

IS COMPLETELY OUT OF FASHION

HE'S A DEAD MAN

YOU MIGHT THINK

THIS MAN HAS GOT IT MADE

HE NEVER STRUGGLES

HE NEVER SWEATS

HE STRETCHES OUT

AND SLEEPS IN THE SHADE

BUT, HE'S A DEAD MAN

YOU MIGHT THINK

THIS MAN HAS GOT IT LICKED

HE'S GOT STOCKS

HE'S GOT BONDS

HE'S GOT THE POWER

TO GET THE JOB DONE

BUT, HE'S A DEAD MAN.

ONLY LOVE

CAN GET THIS MAN

BACK ON HIS FEET

ONLY LOVE

CAN PUT A SMILE

BACK ON HIS FACE

ONLY LOVE

CAN MAKE HIS HEART

BEGIN TO BEAT

ONLY LOVE

CAN SAVE

THE HUMAN RACE

DIXIE DAWN

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GOT A 'BAMA MAMA

AND A CRACKER PA

DIGGIN' IN THE DIRT

DOWN IN ARKANSAS

THEY RAISED ME RIGHT

BUT I TURNED OUT WRONG

SOLD MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL

FOR A COUNTRY SONG

OUT ON THE CORNER

'NEATH A NEON SIGN

PLAYED FOR A NICKEL

SANG FOR A DIME

WORKED THOSE STRINGS

'TIL MY FINGERS BLED

PLAYED EVERY SONG

THAT WAS IN MY HEAD

STRANDED AT THE CROSSROADS

SEARCHIN' FOR THE LIGHT

A CHOIR OF FALLEN ANGELS

SINGIN' IN THE NIGHT.

DOWN ON THE LEVEE

THE RIVER ROLLS ON

HOWLIN' AT THE MOON

IN THE DIXIE DAWN

STRAPPED THE BASS

TO THE ROOF

OF THE CADILLAC

GOT THE BOYS IN THE BAND

AND THE AMPS IN BACK

AT MUSCLE SHOALS

WE CUT SOME TRACKS

AND MIXED 'EM DOWN

AT SUN AND STAX

WITH POMADE POMPS

AND SHARKSKIN SUITS

BLACK STRING TIES

AND ALLIGATOR BOOTS

WE ROCKED THE RYMAN

AND THE HONKY TONKS TOO

WITH THE BOURBON STREET BOOGIE

AND THE BEALE STREET BLUES

PUT THE PEDAL

TO THE METAL

AND GOT REAL GONE

DROVE THROUGH THE DELTA

TOWARD THE RISING SUN

DOWN ON THE LEVEE

THE RIVER ROLLS ON

HOWLIN' AT THE MOON

IN THE DIXIE DAWN

JUMP IN

LET'S TAKE A RIDE

DOWN TO THE RIVER

TO DROWN OUR SORROWS

WHILE THE DIXIE DAWN

BRINGS A NEW TOMORROW

DO THE THING

DONALD McCREA

I WAS LOST

AND FULL OF MISERY

I HAD NO FRIENDS

I HAD NO FAMILY

AND, AS I WANDERED

THIS WORLD ALONE

I COULDN’T FIND MY

WAY BACK HOME

BUT, ONE DAY

I FOUND THE KEY

TO LIVE IN PEACE

AND HARMONY

I LEARNED TO GET DOWN

AND DO THE THING

DO THE THING

JOIN OUR SISTERS

AND OUR BROTHERS

LOVE YOUR FATHER

LOVE YOUR MOTHER

EVERYBODY BECOMES

OUR LOVERS

WHEN WE CAN GET DOWN

AND DO THE THING

DO THE THING

THIS WORLD IS HEAVEN

A PERFECT PARADISE

BUT, IT WILL PERISH

IF WE DON’T TREAT

IT NICE

THE FLOWERS BLOSSOM

THE BIRDS ALL SING

WHEN WE GET DOWN

AND DO THE THING

DO THE THING

DREAMTIME

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WHEN THE SUN IS BEATING

DOWN UPON ON YOUR HEAD

AND YOU CAN'T FIGURE OUT

IF YOU'RE LIVING OR DEAD

YOU'RE IN DREAMTIME

WHEN YOU'RE WALKING

AROUND IN YOUR SLEEP

WITH YOUR EYES OPEN WIDE

BUT, YOU'RE STILL COUNTING SHEEP

YOU'RE IN DREAMTIME

WHEN YOU FALL INTO THE CRACK

BETWEEN NIGHT AND DAY

AND YOU FIND THE PATH,

BUT YOU'VE LOST YOUR WAY

WHEN YOU SLIP IN BETWEEN

THE SHADOWS AND THE LIGHT

AND YOU SOAR LIKE A GOLDEN

EAGLE IN FLIGHT

YOU'RE IN DREAMTIME

DREAMTIME

WHEN THE BLACK CROW

IS CALLING YOUR NAME

AND THE RULES START TO CHANGE

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GAME

YOU'RE IN DREAMTIME

WHEN THE MIRROR BECOMES A MIRAGE

AND THE CLUTTER OF YOUR LIFE

IS A HOPELESS COLLAGE

YOU'RE IN DREAMTIME

DANCE AROUND THE FIRE

DRIVE AWAY YOUR FEARS

DANCE AROUND THE FIRE

MAKE THE SHADOWS DISAPPEAR

DANCE AROUND THE FIRE

DRIVE AWAY YOUR FEARS

DANCE AROUND THE FIRE

MAKE THE SHADOWS DISAPPEAR

AS THE WORLD GOES UP IN SMOKE

AND THE STARS SHINE LIKE TEARS

YOU'RE IN DREAMTIME

DREAMTIME

DROP OF RAIN

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YOU'RE A DROP OF RAIN

FALLING FROM THE SKY

FORGET ABOUT YOUR PAIN

YOU WILL NEVER DIE

FLOATING IN A CLOUD

YOU'RE A DROP OF RAIN

YOU'RE A FROZEN LAKE

SLEEPING IN THE SNOW

WAITING IN THE WINTER

FOR THE SPRINGTIME THAW

UNTIL THE ICE CAN BREAK

YOU'RE A FROZEN LAKE

YOU'RE A MOUNTAIN STREAM

ON A SUMMER DAY

TUMBLING TO THE SEA

YOU WILL FIND YOUR WAY

FLOATING THROUGH THIS DREAM

YOU'RE A MOUNTAIN STREAM

YOU'RE THE OCEAN BLUE

ON AN AUTUMN DAY

WHEN THE SUN BREAKS THROUGH

YOU EVAPORATE

RISING THROUGH THE AIR

THEN YOU FLY AWAY

YOU'RE A DROP OF RAIN

FALLING FROM THE SKY

FORGET ABOUT YOUR PAIN

YOU WILL NEVER DIE

FLOATING IN A CLOUD

YOU'RE A DROP OF RAIN

DRYGULCH

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GOIN' DOWN TO DRYGULCH,

ON THE TRAIL TO TURKEY FLAT.

GOIN' DOWN TO DRYGULCH,

AND I MIGHT NOT BE COMIN' BACK.

GONNA FIND ANGEL GOMEZ,

AND DISCUSS SOME WATER RIGHTS.

AND, I'VE GOT THIS SINKIN' FEELIN',

THERE'S GONNA BE A FIGHT.

GOT THE DEED TO CASA ROBLES,

RIGHT HERE IN MY HAND.

BUT, I BROUGHT MY .30-30,

IN CASE MAKE A STAND.

I HEARD FROM JOHNSON JONES,

THERE WAS POACHING IN THE DRAW.

THEY TOOK A COUPLE YEARLINGS,

AND RODE OFF FOR TOPAWA.

GOIN' DOWN TO DRYGULCH,

ON THE TRAIL TO TURKEY FLAT.

GOIN' DOWN TO DRYGULCH,

AND I MIGHT NOT BE COMIN' BACK.

EL BRAINO NO BUENO

donald mccrea

SOUTH OF THE BORDER IN TIJUANA.

TRYING TO IMPORT A KEY OF MARIJUANA.

I GOT BUSTED BY THE FEDERALES.

THEY TOOK MY MONEY, MY MARIJUANA,

AND LOCKED ME IN THE DUNGEON.

IN A HOT COURTROOM IN MEXICALI

MY LAWYER TOOK A SIESTA,

AS THEY THREW THE BOOK AT ME.

THE SOUND OF THEIR LAUGHTER

ECHOED DOWN THE HALLWAY.

SENTENCED TO THE PENATENTURIA

FOR LIFE PLUS MANANA.

EL BRAINO NO BUENO.

DONDE ESTA EL BANO, POR FAVOR?

EL BRAINO NO BUENO.

VAYA CON DIABLO, SENOR.

AFTER YEARS OF HARD LABOR,

WITH NO MARGARITAS.

I ESCAPED THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS

WITH THE HELP OF JUANITA.

IN A SHACK ON THE PLAYA

IN TODOS SANTOS.

NOW WE SPEND OUR DAYS

LOST IN A HAZE, AND WE SAY…

EMILY

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EMILY STAYS IN HER ROOM.

SHE STANDS BY THE WINDOW,

AND WATCHES THE WORLD

PASSING BY.

SHE SITS AT HER DESK,

AND PONDERS EACH WORD

THAT SHE WRITES.

SHE LIES ON HER BED,

AND STUDIES THE PATTERNS

ON THE WALL.

FUNK SHUI

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WE KNOW WHERE TO PUT THE BEAT,

TO MOVE YOUR BODY AND MOVE YOUR FEET.

AND, WE KNOW WHERE TO PUT THE SOUND,

WHEN THE ELEVATOR GOES UP AND DOWN.

WE KNOW WHERE TO PUT THE HOOK,

TO MATCH YOUR SOFA'S BRAND NEW LOOK.

AND, WE KNOW WHERE TO PUT THE QI,

TO GIVE YOUR LIFE GOOD ENERGY.

FUNK SHUI.

WE KNOW WHERE TO PUT THE SWING,

SO YOU CAN DANCE AND YOU CAN SING.

AND, WE KNOW WHERE TO PUT THE CHORDS,

TO BRING GOOD FORTUNE AND BIG REWARDS.

GIT DOWN

donald mccrea

GIT HIP / GIT A CLUE

GIT A GRIP / GIT YOUR DUE

GIT IT ON / GIT IN GEAR

GIT GONE / GIT OUTTA HERE

GIT READY / GIT REAL

GIT STEADY / GIT A DEAL

GIT NAKED / GIT AROUND

DON'T FAKE IT / GO TO TOWN

AND GIT DOWN / GIT DOWN

GIT HUNGRY / GIT LEAN

GIT TOUGH / GIT CLEAN

GIT HAPPY / GIT STRONG

GIT CURED / GIT ALONG

GIT A HOUSE / GIT A CAR

GIT A GUITAR / BE A STAR

GIT FAMOUS / GIT A NAME

GIT AN AGENT / PLAY THE GAME

AND GIT DOWN / GIT DOWN

GIT THE PICTURE / GIT A PLAN

GIT A HAIRCUT / GIT A TAN

GIT LUCKY / GIT RICH

GIT STUFFED / GIT YOUR WISH

GIT A WIFE / GIT SOME KIDS

GIT AN ULCER / FLIP YOUR LID

GIT A MORTGAGE / GIT IN DEBT

GIT INSURANCE / GIT DEAD

AND GIT DOWN / GIT DOWN

FOLLOW THAT DREAM

INTO THE NIGHT

REACH FOR THE STARS

SHINE IN THE LIGHT

RUN DOWN THE ROAD

ROLL IN THAT BED

OPEN YOUR HEART

FILL UP YOUR HEAD

LAY DOWN A GROOVE

GET IN THE ZONE

SHAKE IN YOUR SKIN

RATTLE YOUR BONES

FLY TO THE FUTURE

BURY THE PAST

GIT IN THE MOMENT

AND MAKE IT FAST

AND GIT DOWN

GIT DOWN

HEADIN’ WEST

donald mccrea

GOODBYE TO THIS TIRED OLD TOWN

FAREWELL TO THESE SAD OLD FACES

I’M HEAVEN SENT AND GLORY BOUND

GOT TO FIND WIDE OPEN SPACES

I’M RUNNIN’ DOWN THIS NEW ROAD

HEADIN’ WEST

GOODBYE TO THESE KINGS AND QUEENS

FAREWELL PETTY POTENTATES

NO REGAL ROBES OR HOLY RINGS

NO PLUTOCRATS OR POLICE STATES

I’M SAILING THOUGH A STRANGE SEA

HEADIN’ WEST

FOLLOWING THE SUN

FOLLOWING THE MOON

FOLLOWING THE STARS

THAT LIGHT THE WAY

FOLLOWING THESE HOPES

FOLLOWING THESE DREAMS

FOLLOWING MY HEART

TO A BRAND NEW DAY

I’M FLYING THROUGH

THESE BLUE SKIES

HEADIN’ WEST

HEY JOLENE!

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HEY JOLENE,

WHERE YOU GOIN’

WITH THAT CELLPHONE

IN YOUR HAND?

HEY JOLENE,

WHERE YOU GOIN’

WITH THAT CELLPHONE

IN YOUR HAND?

I JUST SHOT MY NEW MOVIE,

AND THE PAPARAZZI

CAUGHT ME FOOLIN’ AROUND

WITH MY LEADING MAN.

HEY JOLENE,

WHERE YOU GOIN’

WITH THAT LAPTOP

IN YOUR HAND?

HEY JOLENE,

WHERE YOU GOIN’

WITH THAT LAPTOP

IN YOUR HAND?

I’M GONNA EMAIL MY AGENT,

AND HAVE HIM SELL

MY CAMEL RANCH

IN AFGHANISTAN.

HEY JOLENE,

WHERE YOU GOIN’

WITH THAT CREDIT CARD

IN YOUR HAND?

HEY JOLENE,

WHERE YOU GOIN’

WITH THAT CREDIT CARD

IN YOUR HAND?

I’M GOIN’ TO THE

HERMES BOUTIQUE

TO BUY THE SAME SCARF

THAT JIMI WORE

ON ELECTRIC LADYLAND.

HEY JOLENE,

WHATCHA GONNA DO?

HEY JOLENE,

TELL ME, WHATCHA GONNA DO?

I’M GOIN’ WHERE

A WOMAN CAN BE FREE.

I’M GONNA JET ON BACK

TO MALIBU.

HUNTED BY MACHINES

donald mccrea

TAPE RECORDED VOICES

ARE CALLING UP MY PHONE

WHY WON’T THESE ROBOTS

LEAVE ME ALONE?

THEY’RE PROBING IN MY CLOSET

AND UNDERNEATH MY BED

THEY’RE SCANNING EVERY THOUGHT

THAT’S RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD

MY RAZOR TRIES TO CUT

AND MY TOASTER TRIES TO SHOCK

MY CLOCK HAS ALARMED

EVERY MOTOR ON THE BLOCK

AND, I'M...

HUNTED BY MACHINES

THEY'RE WORKING

NIGHT AND DAY

TO KEEP THIS PLANET

SAFE AND CLEAN

THEY'VE GOT MY NUMBER,

AND MY FACE UP ON THE SCREEN...

COMPUTERS CALCULATE

EVERY CENT I'VE EVER MADE

THEY PLOT THEIR CHARTS AND GRAPHS

TO SEE IF I MAKE THE GRADE

SATELLITES IN SPACE

WATCH ME WHILE I SLEEP

THE ENTIRE HUMAN RACE

IS BEING HERDED LIKE SHEEP

I TRY TO CROSS THE STREET

AND THEY RACE TO RUN ME DOWN

I HEAR THE ANGRY ENGINES

GROWLING ALL OVER TOWN

AND, I'M...

HUNTED BY MACHINES

THEY'RE DIGGING THROUGH THE EARTH

AND THEY'RE FLYING OVERHEAD

THEY WON’T REST ‘TIL EVERY

RED BLOODED CREATURE’S DEAD

HUNTED BY MACHINES

IN RUINS

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IF YOU SEE MY LOVE

COME TUMBLING DOWN

LIKE AN ANCIENT CASTLE

THAT FALLS TO THE GROUND

IF YOU SEE MY FACE

TURNING INTO STONE

AND MY SOUL FLYING FREE

FROM THIS SKIN AND BONES

IF YOU SEE MY HEART

GOING UP IN FLAMES,

EVERY TIME THAT SOMEONE

SAYS YOUR NAME

WHEN YOU FEEL THE WIND

HOWLING IN YOUR FACE

EVERYTIME YOU CLIMB UP

TO THIS LONELY PLACE

THEN YOU'LL KNOW

I'M IN RUINS

YOU'LL KNOW

I'M IN RUINS

I KNEW RIGHT FROM THE START

THAT YOU WOULD ONLY

BREAK MY HEART IN TWO

WHEN YOU CAPTIVATED ME

I KNEW THAT I WOULD

NEVER BE FREE OF YOU

I'M IN RUINS

IN RUINS

IRON

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THE OGEECHEE RIVER

FLOWS THROUGH TUSCULUM

WEST OF SAVANNAH

WATCH THAT RIVER RUN

FARTHER SOUTH

IT JOINS THE CANOOCHEE

AND WANDERS OUT

TO THE WAITING SEA

WHILE THE COTTON GROWS

ON THIS SUMMER DAY

THE RIVERBED ERODES

THAT RED GEORGIA CLAY

MADE OF IRON

IRON

STEEL MILL STACKS

DOWN IN BIRMINGHAM

BELCH BLACK SMOKE

THAT SMOTHERS ALL THE LAND

RED HOT SLAG

MAKES COLD HARD STEEL

FOR BRIDGES

AND BUILDINGS

AND AUTOMOBILES

AND WHILE THE TRAFFIC

ROLLS ALONG

I'M PLAYIN'

THIS SIMPLE SONG

ON STRINGS

MADE OF IRON

IRON

CHLOROPHYLL FLOWS

THROUGH THE TREES

AND PLANTS

WHILE BIRDS AND BEES

DO THAT PRIMAL DANCE

RED BLOOD FLOWS

THROUGH OUR VEINS

WHILE WE

LEARN TO LOVE

AND DEAL

WITH PLEASURE

AND PAIN

AND THE THING THAT

SEPARATES US

FROM THE TREES

AND FLOWERS

IS THE ELEMENT

THAT CREATES

THIS STEELY STRENGTH

AND POWER

IRON

WE'RE MADE

OF IRON

I'M BROKE

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BOUGHT A CAR

NO MONEY DOWN

I USED TO DRIVE

ALL OVER THIS TOWN

PICK UP MY BABY

AND GO FOR A RIDE

LEAVE HER ON THE CORNER

SO SATISFIED

BUT, ONE DAY,

I WENT OUTTA CONTROL

I WRAPPED THAT CAR

AROUND A PHONE POLE

THE FRAME IS BENT

AND THE ENGINE'S BLOWN

AND IT'S A LONG

LONG WALK BACK HOME, AND...

I'M BROKE, I'M BROKE

ALL MY MONEY'S

GONE UP IN SMOKE

AND, I'M BROKE

BOUGHT A HOUSE

UP ON THE HILL

WITH A POOL

AND A COUPE DE VILLE

AND I SWEAR

I'D BE LIVIN' THERE STILL

IF IT WASN'T FOR THE TAXES

AND THE UNPAID BILLS

I BOUGHT A COLDWATER FLAT

ON MISERY STREET

WITH A LEAKY ROOF

AND IT HAD STEAM HEAT

BUT, I SMOKED IN BED

AND I BURNED 'ER DOWN

AND NOW I'M SLEEPIN' OUT

ON THE GROUND, AND...

I'M BROKE, I'M BROKE

I'D LAUGH, BUT IT'S NO JOKE

AND, I'M BROKE

MET A GAL

SHE WAS THE SWEETEST THING

DRESSED IN FURS AND DIAMOND RINGS

SHE COULD MAKE A JAYBIRD SING

AND MAKE THE DEAD OF WINTER

SEEM LIKE SPRING

BUT, SHE SPENT MY MONEY

LEFT AND RIGHT

AND, ONE DAY WE HAD

A TERRIBLE FIGHT

PINNED TO MY PILLOW

WAS A NOTE THAT READ

"MONEY'S GONE,

HONEY'S GONE,

DROP DEAD, AND...

IT'S A JOKE

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GOD HAS ORANGE HAIR,

AND A BIG RED RUBBER NOSE.

HE DOES CARTWHEELS IN THE AIR,

AS HE SQUIRTS YOU WITH A HOSE.

AND, YOU ARE JUST A PROP

THAT HE USES IN HIS SHOWS.

IF YOU MISS THE PUNCHLINE,

BACK AROUND THE RING YOU GO.

IT'S A JOKE. IT'S A JOKE.

IT'S ALL HELD UP BY MIRRORS,

AS THE TENT FILLS UP WITH SMOKE.

IT'S A JOKE.

GOD WEARS BIG SLAP SHOES,

AND HONKS A LITTLE HORN.

HE STANDS OVER YOU,

AND LAUGHS WHEN YOU ARE BORN.

HE SLAPS YOU ON THE BOTTOM,

AND HE SENDS YOU ON YOUR WAY.

AND, HE TRIES TO MAKE A JOKE

OUT OF EVERYTHING YOU SAY.

IT'S A JOKE. IT'S A JOKE.

AS YOU STAGGER ON THE TREADMILL,

TRYING TO KEEP FROM GOING BROKE.

IT'S A JOKE.

THE TIGER'S PACING IN HIS CAGE.

THE CLOWN IS BURNING UP WITH RAGE.

THE BEARDED LADY'S HOWLING AT THE MOON.

THE BARKER BEATS A BIG BASS DRUM.

THE ELEPHANT SUCKS UP THE CRUMBS.

THE BRASS BAND'S BLARING OUT A BROKEN TUNE.

YOU WALK THE HIGH WIRE.

JUMP THROUGH A RING OF FIRE.

YOU'VE GOT YOUR HEAD

IN THE LION'S MOUTH.

AS THEY SHOOT YOU FROM THE CANNON,

AND YOU EMERGE FROM YOUR MOTHER,

YOU THINK, "IS THIS WHAT THIS LIFE IS ALL ABOUT?"

IT'S A JOKE. IT'S A JOKE.

AS YOU WITHER IN YOUR WHEELCHAIR

AFTER SUFFERING A STROKE.

IT'S A JOKE.

IT'S A JOKE. IT'S A JOKE.

IT'S ALL HELD UP BY MIRRORS,

AS THE TENT GOES UP IN SMOKE.

WHY AREN'T YOU LAUGHING?

IT'S A JOKE.

JUNKYARD DOG

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I’M DRUNK AS A SKUNK,

LONELY AS A TRAIN.

I’M LIKE A HERD OF BUFFALO

LOST OUT ON THE PLAINS

PALE AS A PENSIONER,

WHITE AS A GHOST.

THIRSTY AS A PIRATE

ON THE BARBARY COAST.

SLIMY AS A POLITICIAN,

SLIPPERY AS A SNAKE.

BUCKING LIKE A BRONCO

YOU CAN NEVER BREAK.

FEASTING LIKE A FRENCHMAN

ON FOIE GRAS AND FROGS.

I’M CHAINED TO THIS FENCE,

AND SNARLING LIKE A JUNKYARD DOG.

I’M RATTLED AS A BRIDEGROOM

FUMBLING FOR THE RING.

NAKED AS A JAYBIRD,

WHO’S FORGOTTEN HOW TO SING.

HOT AS A PISTOL, SHARP AS A KNIFE.

HENPECKED AS A HUSBAND,

WITH A HARPY FOR A WIFE.

HARANGUING LIKE A HUCKSTER

IN A CIRCUS FULL OF FLEAS.

TESTY AS A TEETOTALER

TASTING TEPID TEA.

I NO LONGER CUT A RUG

CUZ I’M FALLIN' OFF THIS LOG.

I’M PUNCHDRUNK AS A PUG,

AND RABID AS A JUNKYARD DOG.

I’M WOOZY AS A WINO

WAKING FROM THE DEAD.

A PARADE OF PINK PACHYDERMS

POUNDING IN MY HEAD.

I’M SQUIRMING IN THE LINEUP

DOWN AT THE COUNTY JAIL.

TWISTING IN THE WIND,

‘CUZ I CANNOT GO THE BAIL.

I’M CHATTERING LIKE A MONKEY,

HOLDING OUT HIS HAT.

JITTERY AS A JUNKIE.

BLIND AS A BAT.

HOLLERING LIKE A HAYSEED

FOR HIS HAPPY HERD OF HOGS.

I’M HOWLIN' AT THE MOON,

AND LOVESICK AS A JUNKYARD DOG.

LABORATORY OF LOVE

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IN THE LABORATORY OF LOVE

THEY ARE EXPERIMENTING

WITH YOUR LIFE

ALL THE DOCTORS AND PRETTY NURSES

HOVER OVER YOU WITH A KNIFE

WHAT IS HE THINKING?

WE’VE GOT TO KNOW

HIS HEART IS BROKEN

IT HAS TO GO

GOT TO KEEP

YOUR HEAD ON STRAIGHT

AND KEEP YOUR DATE WITH FATE

DOCTORS OF DESIRE

OPERATE LATE

IN THE LABORATORY OF LOVE

THEY’VE GOT YOU STRAPPED

TO THE OPERATING TABLE

SHOWING YOU PICTURES

OF MARILYN MONROE

AND BETTY GRABLE

WHY IS HE CRYING?

WE'VE GOT TO SEE

WE MUST TERMINATE

ALL THOSE FANTASIES

DREAMS ARE DANCING

WITH DESIRES

FANTASIES FLOAT

IN A FIELD OF FLOWERS

MEMORIES DIVE DEEP

INTO THE SEA

LOOKING FOR LOVE

THAT WILL SET US FREE

LOVE...

OOOH LOVE...

LOVE...

LIVE AND NEVER LEARN

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SOME PEOPLE LIVE AND NEVER LEARN.

SOME BRIDGES YOU CAN NEVER BURN.

SOME HEARTS WERE MEANT TO BE BROKEN.

SOME UNKIND WORDS WERE MEANT TO BE SPOKEN.

SOME PEOPLE LIVE AND NEVER LEARN.

I'VE BEEN IN LOVE BEFORE,

AND I SHOULD KNOW THE SCORE.

I SHOULD KNOW ALL THAT LOVE CAN DO.

I'VE GOT THE BATTLE SCARS

FROM THE ROMANTIC WARS.

BUT, I FORGOT THAT ALL

WHEN I MET YOU.

SOME PEOPLE LIVE AND NEVER LEARN.

SOME LONG LOST FEELINGS CAN RETURN.

YOUR LOVE WAS MEANT TO BE TASTED,

BUT, I DIDN'T KNOW THAT

THESE FEELINGS WOULD BE WASTED.

SOME PEOPLE LIVE AND NEVER LEARN.

NOW, AFTER ALL THESE YEARS,

THE HEARTACHES AND THE TEARS,

SOME LOSERS STILL FEEL THEY CAN WIN.

FOR I KNOW ALL TOO WELL,

THAT I WOULD MARCH THROUGH HELL,

FOR A CHANCE TO FIND

THAT SWEET HEAVEN ONCE AGAIN.

SOME PEOPLE LIVE AND NEVER LEARN.

SOME BRIDGES YOU CAN NEVER BURN.

SOME PEOPLE LIVE AND NEVER LEARN.

LOTUS

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LOVE IS JUST A LOTUS BLOSSOM,

SIGNIFYING GRACE.

RESTING IN A BUDDHA'S HAND,

A SMILE UPON HIS FACE.

SITTING IN A WOODEN SAMPAN,

DRESSED IN CAMOUFLAGE.

A LOTUS BLOSSOM IN MY HAND,

IS THIS A MIRAGE?

OPEN UP YOUR FLOWER

FOR ME.

WRAP YOURSELF AROUND ME

FOR ETERNITY.

LOVE IS JUST A LOTUS BLOSSOM,

FLOATING IN A STREAM.

LOVE CAN CARRY YOU AWAY,

IN A MAGIC DREAM.

FLOATING IN THE MEKONG DELTA,

CLOUDS REFLECTED IN MY EMPTY EYES.

WILL WE EVER LEARN THIS LESSON,

DOES LOVE HAVE TO DIE?

OPEN UP YOUR FLOWER

FOR ME.

WRAP YOURSELF AROUND ME

FOR ETERNITY.

LOVE YOURSELF

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LOVE THE EARTH

AND YOUR FELLOW MAN

LOVE THE WATER

LOVE THE LAND

LOVE THE BIRDS

AND LOVE THE BEES

LOVE THE FLOWERS

AND LOVE THE TREES

AND LOVE YOURSELF

LOVE YOURSELF

LOVE YOUR UNCLES

LOVE YOUR AUNTS

LOVE TO SING

AND LOVE TO DANCE

LOVE JESUS

AND BUDDHA TOO

LOVE MOHAMMED

AND IT’S GOOD FOR YOU

TO LOVE YOURSELF

LOVE YOURSELF

LOVE THE HIPPIES

LOVE THE PUNKS

LOVE THE SNAKES

AND LOVE THE SKUNKS

LOVE CHINA

AND RUSSIA TOO

BE SURE

TO SAVE SOME

LOVE FOR YOU

LOVE YOUR MOTHER

LOVE YOUR WIFE

LOVE YOUR BROTHER

LOVE YOUR LIFE

LOVE YOUR NEIGHBORS

AND YOUR ENEMIES

DO US A FAVOR

AND FEEL FREE

NO MORE HATRED

NO MORE WARS

WHAT IS ALL THIS

FIGHTING FOR?

LET YOUR POWER

FIND RELEASE

HELP THIS PLANET

FIND SOME PEACE

AND, LOVE YOURSELF

LOVE YOURSELF

MAGIC

donald mccrea

IN A TANK OF WATER,

SUSPENDED UPSIDE DOWN.

SHACKLED BY THESE CHAINS,

TRYING NOT TO DROWN.

I'M A MASTER OF ILLUSION,

AND A MASTER OF DISGUISE.

SO, WHILE I'M UNDERWATER,

YOU CAN'T SEE ME CRY.

CAN'T SEE ME CRY.

FLOATING IN THE SPOTLIGHT,

IN A CLOUD OF DRY ICE.

I'M LEVITATING ABOVE THE TABLE,

IN A TUXEDO SO NEAT AND SO NICE.

BUT, AS THE CURTAIN COMES DOWN,

I FALL BACK TO THE GROUND.

AND, BACKSTAGE IN MY BATHROBE,

I HANG MY HEAD AND PACE AROUND,

JUST PACE AROUND.

I CAN SAW A MARRIAGE IN HALF.

I CAN MAKE A WIFE DISAPPEAR.

BECAUSE THE MAGIC'S ALL GONE,

AND LOVE HAS DISAPPEARED IN THIN AIR.

NO MORE ACES UP MY SLEEVE,

THAT WAS JUST A NASTY OLD HABIT.

NOW, WHEN I REACH INTO MY TOP HAT,

I'VE RUN OUT OF RABBITS.

THE SUN COMES UP EVERY MORNING,

AND, THE MOON SHINES EVERY NIGHT.

I'VE STILL GOT MY HEALTH,

AND I CAN GET AROUND ALL RIGHT.

FLOWERS BLOOMING IN THE YARD,

AND BIRDS ARE SINGING EVERYWHERE.

I BUILT A FENCE TO KEEP OUT THE RABBITS,

AND THERE'S MAGIC IN THE AIR.

THERE'S MAGIC,

MAGIC IN THE AIR.

MALIBU

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THE MOON DANCES ON THE SURFACE

OF THE PACIFIC BLUE.

STARS ARE SHINING BRIGHTLY

OUT IN MALIBU.

ROARING UP THE PCH

IN A DIABLO LAMBORGHINI,

WITH AN ETHEREAL AMAZON

IN A STRING BIKINI.

SPEAKERS BLASTING A MEGAGROOVE

MASHUP OF JAMES BROWN.

“I FEEL GOOD, LIKE I KNEW I WOULD”,

AS THAT SUMMER SUN’S GOING DOWN.

BURSTING INTO BAMBU

WHERE THE SCENE IS RAGING,

LIKE SOME SET OF SPIELBERG’S

WITH THE LIGHTING AND THE STAGING.

THE ENTIRE ROOM IS BUZZING

WITH THE SEDUCTIVE SOUND

OF POWER TALK, AND POWER PLAYS,

AND PRODUCTION DEALS GOIN’ DOWN.

OUT IN MALIBU.

STANDING ON THE SAND

IS A GOLDEN MAN,

WAITING BY THE OCEAN

WITH A SURFBOARD IN HIS HAND.

OUT TO CATCH A PERFECT SET

ON A PRISTINE SEA.

AND RIDE THE BUCKING BRONCO POWER

OF AN OCEAN WILD AND FREE.

AS A GOLDEN WOMAN

SITS LOTUS ON THE SHORE.

WITH DANCING DREAMS AND DEEP DESIRES

IN HER HEART ONCE MORE.

SOAKING UP THE SUMMER SUN

IN SWEET SERENITY.

WHILE FLOATING IN A TIMELESS TRANCE

OF TRUE TRANQUILITY.

OUT IN MALIBU.

MAN IS STILL A MONKEY

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FROM THE TREETOP PERCH

TO THE PENTHOUSE SUITE

FROM SQUATTING IN THE DIRT

TO THE PLUSH BOX SEATS

LIFE HERE ON EARTH

HAS GOTTEN OH, SO SWEET

BUT, MAN IS STILL A MONKEY

FROM SWINGING ON A VINE

TO ROCKETING TO MARS

FROM SNIFFING FOR A SCENT

TO NAVIGATING BY THE STARS

WE STILL GESTURE WILDLY

AS WE'RE DRIVING IN OUR CARS

CUZ, MAN IS STILL A MONKEY

MAN IS STILL A MONKEY

SAYS THE TEACHER IN HIS TALK

MAN IS STILL A MONKEY

AS HE DIAGRAMS WITH CHALK

MAN IS STILL A MONKEY

OBSERVE THE WAY HE WALKS

HE'S STILL A MONKEY

MAN IS STILL A MONKEY

SAYS THE KEEPER OF THE ZOO

MAN IS STILL A MONKEY

THOUGH HE'S LEARNED

A TRICK OR TWO

MAN IS STILL A MONKEY

MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO

HE'S STILL A MONKEY

MISSISSIPPI

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I FEEL SO BAD,

I COULD FILL THE MISSISSIPPI

FULL OF TEARS.

I FEEL SO BAD,

I COULD FILL THE MISSISSIPPI

FULL OF TEARS.

FOLKS DOWN IN ST. JAMES PARISH

WOULD SAY THEY AIN’T SEEN

NOTHIN’ LIKE IT IN YEARS.

SINCE THAT GIRL’S BEEN GONE,

I’VE BEEN OVERFLOWING MY BANKS.

SINCE THAT GIRL’S BEEN GONE,

I’VE BEEN OVERFLOWING MY BANKS.

IF SHE EVER COMES BACK HOME,

EVERYONE IN MEMPHIS

WOULD FALL DOWN ON THEIR KNEES

AND GIVE THANKS.

I’VE BEEN CRYIN’ SO LONG,

I FLOODED THE TOWN OF DELACROIX.

I’VE BEEN CRYIN’ SO LONG,

I FLOODED THE TOWN OF DELACROIX.

IF SHE’D JUST BE MY WOMAN,

ALL THOSE WEARY PEOPLE,

WOULD JUMP FOR JOY.

RAIN’S COMIN’ DOWN,

AND BEATS A RHYTHM ON MY ROOF.

THAT OLD RAIN’S COMIN’ DOWN,

AND BEATS A RHYTHM ON MY ROOF.

MY HEART IS DROWNIN’

IN A RAGING RIVER THAT’S 100 PROOF.

MOJAVE

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THE DRUNKEN MOON

STAGGERS ACROSS THE SKY,

AND CRASHES TO THE GROUND.

AFTER A NIGHT

OF DRINKING MESCAL

IN A MESTIZO BORDER TOWN.

AND, WHILE THE WHIRLING PLANETS

BEAR WITNESS TO THIS SCENE,

I LIE SLUMBERING ON THE SAND,

AND DREAM THE STRANGEST DREAM.

A MIRAGE OF CORONADO

APPEARS IN THE SHIMMERING HEAT,

WITH HIS BAND OF CONQUISTADORS

EXPLORING A GOLDEN STREET.

TO THE SEVEN CITIES OF CIBOLA,

IN SEARCH OF ANCIENT TREASURE,

AND MORE WEALTH

THAN THE ROYAL COURT OF SPAIN

COULD EVER MEASURE.

AND, WHILE I LIE SLEEPING,

IN THIS VALLEY OF JOSHUA TREES,

THE STARS SHINE DOWN

LIKE CASTILIAN SILVER,

ON THE MOJAVE.

MOVIE STARS

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MOVIE STARS

HANGIN' OUT IN CLUBS

DRIVIN' IN THEIR CARS

THIS WHOLE TOWN'S CRAWLIN'

WITH MOVIE STARS

IN HOLLYWOOD

HOLLYWOOD

STANDIN' ON THE STREET CORNERS

LOOKIN' SO GOOD

THERE ARE LOTS OF MOVIE STARS

IN HOLLYWOOD

IN BEVERLY HILLS

BEVERLY HILLS

DRINKIN' LOTS OF VODKA

POPPIN' LOTS OF PILLS

TRYIN' TO FIGURE OUT

HOW TO PAY THOSE BILLS

IN BEVERLY HILLS

IN MALIBU

MALIBU

LYIN' ON THE BEACH

WONDERIN' WHAT TO DO

TO KEEP IT ALL AFLOAT

IN MALIBU

NAKED

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YOU CAN WEAR A SUIT

AND YOU CAN WEAR A TIE,

BUT YOU'RE NAKED WHEN YOU'RE BORN,

AND YOU'RE NAKED WHEN YOU DIE.

IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU WEAR,

IT'S THE LOOK IN YOUR EYE

THAT LEAVES YOU NAKED.

YOU CAN DRESS UP LIKE A WOMAN,

YOU CAN DRESS UP LIKE A MAN,

BUT, THERE'S REALLY NO WAY

YOU CAN FAKE IT.

PEOPLE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

BY THE WAY THAT YOU STAND,

CUZ YOU'RE NAKED.

YOU CAN WEAR A TUTU,

OR A TEN GALLON HAT.

DRESS IN A DIRTY BATHROBE,

OR A SHINY SILK CRAVAT.

IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU WEAR,

PEOPLE KNOW WHERE YOU'RE AT,

CUZ YOU'RE NAKED.

EVERYTHING YOU'RE THINKIN',

EVERYTHING YOU FEEL,

WHEN YOU'RE TALKIN' TO A LOVER,

OR TRYIN' TO MAKE A DEAL.

THEY ALWAYS KNOW IF YOU'RE A PHONY,

OR IF YOU ARE FOR REAL,

CUZ YOU'RE NAKED.

NAKED.

WE'RE ALL NAKED.

NAKED.

WE'RE ALL NAKED.

YOU CAN WEAR A SUIT OF ARMOR,

OR A PAIR OF BOWLING SHOES.

DRESS UP LIKE A FARMER,

OR A MONK FROM KATHMANDU.

BUT PEOPLE KNOW IF YOU'RE IN BLISS,

OR IF YOU'VE GOT THE BLUES,

CUZ YOU'RE NAKED.

WE'RE AS NAKED AS THE CREATURES

LIVIN' IN THE ZOO.

AS NAKED AS THE DANCER

DOIN' THE HOOCHY KOO

WE'RE AS NAKED AS A JAYBIRD,

AND THERE'S NOTHIN' WE CAN DO,

CUZ WE'RE NAKED.

YOUR TEACHERS,

AND YOUR PREACHERS,

THE JUDGE UPON THE BENCH.

THE DOCTORS,

AND THE LAWYERS,

THE MECHANIC

WITH HIS WRENCH.

THE SOLDIERS,

AND THE SAILORS,

THE BUMS

OUT ON THE STREET.

YOUR MOTHER

AND YOUR FATHER,

AND EVERYONE YOU MEET,

ARE ALL NAKED.

NAKED.

ODYSSEY

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IT'S A LONG WAY

ACROSS THE SAND,

WHEN YOU'RE A LOST

AND LONELY MAN.

AND YOU'RE SEARCHING

FOR THE

LAND OF LOVE.

IT'S A LONG WAY

ACROSS THE SEA,

WHEN YOU'RE SAILING

FOR ETERNITY.

AND NAVIGATING BACK

TO THE ONE

WHO WAITS

SO PATIENTLY.

NO MATTER

WHO YOU ARE,

OR WHERE YOU

MAY BE.

IF YOU'RE

REACHING FOR A STAR,

YOU ARE A PART

OF THE ODYSSEY.

IT'S A LONG WAY

OUT INTO SPACE,

TRAVELING WITH

THE HUMAN RACE.

AND, LONGING

TO SEE

THE SHINING

FACE OF LOVE.

ONE WORLD

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WE'RE TRIBAL, AND WE'RE GLOBAL.

WE'RE PETTY, AND WE'RE NOBLE.

WE'RE SAVAGE, AND WE'RE SO SOPHISTICATED.

WE'RE STRANGERS, BUT WE'RE RELATED.

WE'RE SISTERS, AND WE'RE BROTHERS.

DON'T YOU THINK IT'S TIME WE LEARNED

TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER?

AND, MAKE IT…

ONE WORLD.

MAKE IT

ONE WORLD.

WE'RE CHRISTIAN, AND WE'RE COMMIE.

WE'RE HINDU, AND ISLAMI.

WE'RE SHINTO, SUFI, AND SIKH.

WE'RE BLACK, BROWN, AND YELLOW,

WE'RE RED AND PINK

WE'RE EVERY COLOR OF THE RAINBOW,

AND WE'RE SEVEN BILLION STRONG.

AND, THERE'S NO EARTHLY REASON WHY

WE CAN'T GET ALONG.

AND, MAKE IT…

ONE WORLD.

MAKE IT

ONE WORLD.

TAKE ALL THE POLITICIANS,

AND PUT 'EM TO WORK!

TAKE ALL THE KINGS AND QUEENS,

AND PUT 'EM TO WORK!

TAKE ALL THE PEOPLE,

AND SET THEM FREE!

SET THEM FREE!

COME ON, PEOPLE.

STAND UP.

JOIN HANDS.

SPEAK OUT.

MAKE LOVE,

NOT WAR.

BECAUSE LOVE,

IS WHAT

WE'RE HERE FOR.

MAKE IT

ONE WORLD.

ON THE RUN

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MY NAME IS JOHN

AND THIS IS BABY FACE

IN THE EARLY DAWN

G MEN ARE GIVIN' CHASE

BULLETS FLYIN'

PAST THIS OLD FLIVVER

THIS BUGGY'S TRYIN'

TO MAKE THE RIVER

WE'RE ON THE RUN

ON THE RUN

WE'RE ON THE RUN

WITH TOMMY GUNS

THIS IS BONNIE

MY NAME IS CLYDE

JUMP IN THIS FORD

GO FOR A RIDE

WE'RE HEADIN' DOWN

TO BLACK LAKE

TO LAY LOW

AND TAKE A BREAK

MY NAME IS AL

I RUN CHICAGO

FROM CITY HALL

DOWN IN CICERO

HEADLINES SCREAM

IN THE EVENING EDITION

ABOUT THE BOOTLEGGERS

AND PROHIBITION

PHANTOM LIMB

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WE ARE CASTING SHADOWS

THAT ARE HIDING FROM THE SUN

BUT WHEN OUR BODIES FADE AWAY

THE SHADOWS WILL BE GONE

YOU AND I WERE DANCING

ON THE SURFACE OF A DREAM

WHEN THE DAY SLOWLY DRIFTED AWAY

AND WE WOKE UP ONCE AGAIN

BUT I CAN STILL SEE YOU

BURNING BRIGHT WITHIN

AND I CAN STILL FEEL YOU

LIKE A PHANTOM LIMB

WE ARE MERELY HYDROGEN

SENT HERE FROM THE SUN

GLOWING IN THIS HALF-LIFE

SUSPENDED IN THIS MEDIUM

YOU AND I WERE LAUGHING

AT THE COSMIC JOKE

WHEN THE PROJECTOR FLICKERED

AND SOMEBODY SPOKE

BUT I CAN STILL SEE YOU

BURNING BRIGHT WITHIN

AND I CAN STILL FEEL YOU

LIKE A PHANTOM LIMB

PRIMITIVE TECHNOLOGY

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DRIVING IN MY TANK

CRASHING THROUGH THE TOWNS

I AM GIVING THANKS

FOR THIS CONVENIENT WAY

TO RUN THE PEASANTS DOWN

FLYING IN MY PLANE

DROPPING LOTS OF BOMBS

THEY’RE SCREAMING IN PAIN

BUT I’M A BIG HERO

AND I’M HAVING LOTS OF FUN

PRIMITIVE TECHNOLOGY

THESE MACHINES HAVE SET US FREE

WE LOVE OUR PRIMITIVE TECHNOLOGY

IT’S A BETTER LIFE FOR YOU AND ME

WE’RE SENDING ROCKETS TO THE MOON

SENDING ROCKETS TO THE STARS

DON’T YOU KNOW THAT PRETTY SOON

WE CAN WRAP UP OUR GARBAGE

AND SEND IT OFF TO MARS

WE’RE MANUFACTURING POLLUTION

WE ARE AN ENDANGERED MAMMAL

WE’D BETTER FIND A SOLUTION

OR THE WORLD WILL BE A DESERT

AND WE’LL ALL BE RIDING CAMELS

QUARTER

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THE HOMESTEAD ACT OF 1862,

GAVE A QUARTER SECTION

TO ANYONE WHO

COULD STICK IT OUT

FOR FIVE FULL YEARS,

AND BRAVE THE HEARTACHES

AND THE TEARS,

ON A QUARTER.

LAND AS FLAT

AS A FRYIN' PAN.

SCRAPIN' OUT A LIVING

WITH YOUR HANDS.

THERE'S NOT A HILL,

OR A TREE

FOR AS FAR

AS THE EYE CAN SEE,

ON A QUARTER.

IT'S A HARDSCRABBLE LIFE

FOR A MAN AND A MULE.

IT'S A TEN MILE WALK

TO A ONE ROOM SCHOOL.

WHEN THE WINTER WINDS

WHIP ACROSS THE PLAINS,

THEY BRING THE DRIVIN' SNOW,

AND THE FREEZIN' RAIN,

ON A QUARTER.

PLANTIN' THE SEEDS.

OUT ON A QUARTER

PULLIN' THE WEEDS.

ON A QUARTER.

THE DRY YEARS

WERE THE ACID TEST.

IN THE DIRTY THIRTIES,

FOLKS DRIFTED WEST.

PULLIN' UP STAKES,

AND ROLLIN' DOWN THE ROAD,

TO CALIFORNIA.

ON FIFTH STREET

IN DOWNTOWN L.A.,

THERE'S A FLOPHOUSE

WHERE A MAN CAN STAY.

DRINKIN' IN A DIVE,

ON A DEAD END STREET,

AND DROWNIN'

IN HIS DEFEAT.

ON THE NICKEL.

HOLDIN' UP A SIGN.

ON THE NICKEL.

STANDIN' IN A SOUP LINE.

AND WISHIN' HE WERE BACK

ON A QUARTER.

TIMES ARE GETTIN' TOUGH.

BROTHER, CAN YOU SPARE A DIME?

ROADKILL BLUES

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I'M LYIN' OUT HERE

ON HIGHWAY 50

STARIN' UP

AT THE DESERT SKY.

GREY WOLVES GNAWIN'

AT MY BONES

BLACK CROW'S PECKIN'

OUT MY EYES.

DUNG BEETLE CRAWLIN'

UP MY ARM.

SCORPIONS SLEEPIN'

IN MY SHOES

AND, SOMEWHERE MY SOUL

IS TRYIN' TO REMEMBER

THE WORDS TO THESE OLD

ROADKILL BLUES.

CUZ, I'M ROADKILL

THIS OLD HIGHWAY

IS MY BED.

I'M ROADKILL

BUZZARDS CIRCLIN'

OVERHEAD

I'M ROADKILL

SINCE YOU LEFT ME

HERE FOR DEAD

I'M ROADKILL.

I HEADED OUT

FROM WINNEMUCCA

TRYIN' TO TRACK YOU DOWN

ONE MORE TIME.

I WAS LAST SEEN

JUST EAST OF ELKO,

BUT I NEVER MADE IT

TO THE COUNTY LINE.

YOUR LETTER'S STILL

CLUTCHED IN MY HAND

WHILE LIZARDS LICK THE SALT

FROM THE TEARS I CRIED.

MY WALLET'S BURIED

SOMEWHERE IN THE SAND,

SO NO ONE WILL KNOW

WHO I WAS,

OR HOW I DIED.

CUZ I'M ROADKILL,

AND YOU'RE IN SOMEONE

ELSE'S BED.

I'M ROADKILL,

BUZZARDS CIRCLIN'

OVERHEAD

I'M ROADKILL

SINCE YOU LEFT ME

HERE FOR DEAD.

I'M ROADKILL.

SOME FOLKS WERE BORN

TO FIND TRUE LOVE,

WHILE OTHERS LEARN

TO JUST MAKE DUE.

NOW, WHILE MY HEART

IS FEEDING

A FAMILY OF FRUIT FLIES,

I'M STILL DREAMIN' OF YOU

I'M STILL DREAMIN' OF YOU.

SAVAGE MAN

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RUNNING THROUGH THE JUNGLE

IN YOUR POWER SUIT

TRYIN' TO CATCH A BUCK

HOT IN THE PURSUIT

SWEAT GLISTENS ON YOUR BODY

YOUR HEART IS PUMPING HARD

STEAM RISES FROM THE TAR PITS

AT WILSHIRE BOULEVARD

YOU SPY A COUPLE JAGUARS

RESTING IN THE SHADE

YOU THINK OF ALL THE FAT CATS

WHO HAVE GOT IT MADE

YOU'RE A SAVAGE MAN

IN A STRANGE STRANGE LAND

STRUGGLING TO SURVIVE

ANY WAY YOU CAN

A SAVAGE MAN

IN A STRANGE STRANGE LAND

WORKING YOUR WAY UP

SINCE THE DAY THAT TIME BEGAN

AT THE CONFERENCE TABLE

GNAWING ON A BONE

WRESTLING WITH A TIGER

ON THE TELEPHONE

HUNKER BY THE FIRE

THAT'S GLOWING ON THE SCREEN

VOLCANOS ARE ERUPTING

IN THE TRADE MAGAZINES

THE WOLVES ARE AT YOUR DOOR

THEY'RE HOWLING FOR YOUR BLOOD

YOU'VE GOT TO MAKE A SCORE

OR THEY'LL DRAG YOU

THROUGH THE MUD

YOU'RE A SAVAGE MAN

IN A STRANGE STRANGE LAND

STRUGGLING TO SURVIVE

THE PRESSURE AND THE STRESS

A SAVAGE MAN

IN A STRANGE STRANGE LAND

WORKING YOUR WAY UP

THE LADDER OF SUCCESS

YOU'RE TIRED AFTER HUNTING

MAMMOTH DEALS ALL DAY

DRAWINGS ON THE CAVE WALLS

PICASSO AND MONET

REST BENEATH THE PALM TREES

WHERE IT'S NICE AND COOL

WATCH THE YOUNG PIRANHA

SWIMMING IN YOUR POOL

YOU'VE DRAGGED HOME

FROM FRESH MEAT

HIT ON HER AT THE CLUB

TASTE THE COOKING NATIVE

THAT SIMMERS IN YOUR TUB

YOU'RE A SAVAGE MAN

IN A STRANGE STRANGE LAND

STRUGGLING TO SURVIVE

AND MAKE IT THROUGH

THE NIGHT

A SAVAGE MAN

IN A STRANGE STRANGE LAND

WORKING YOUR WAY UP

AND INTO THE LIGHT

SHADOWPLAY

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YOU CAN ABSORB

AND RADIATE THE LIGHT

WHILE SHINING EVERY DAY

AND GLOWING EVERY NIGHT

DREAMING IN YOUR BED

AND FORMING FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND

YOU ARE BUT A SHADOW

CAST DOWN UPON THIS LAND

CAPTURE IT IN PHOTOS

CONVEY IT ALL IN RHYME

LAUNCH IT INTO OUTER SPACE

IMPRISON IT LIKE A CRIME

EXPLORE THE ETERNAL LINK

BETWEEN YOU AND THE SUBLIME

WHILE YOUR FLEETING SHADOW

IS RUNNING OUT OF TIME

CRY OUT TO YOUR ANCESTORS

AND BEG THEM TO INTERVENE

AND PROPOGATE NEW GENERATIONS

TO POPULATE THE SCENE

OR YOU’LL BE STRANDED ALL ALONE

PONDERING THIS DREAM

WHILE YOU TRY TO MAKE SOME SENSE

OUT OF ALL THAT YOU HAVE SEEN

IN THE SHIMMERING SUMMER HEAT

AND ON THE BLEAKEST WINTER DAY

WHEN THE SUN IS BLAZING DOWN

AND THE MOONS ARE COLD AND GREY

WHEN ALL THE WORDS ARE WRITTEN

THERE’LL BE NOTHING LEFT TO SAY

BUT, YOU WILL STILL REMAIN THE STAR

OF THIS SHADOWPLAY

SILENT IN SEVEN LANGUAGES

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HALFWAY AROUND THE WORLD

IN SOME STRANGE MARKETPLACE.

SWIMMING IN A SEA OF VOICES,

DROWNING IN A SEA OF FACES.

AND FLYING ALL AROUND ME,

LIKE A FLOCK OF EXOTIC BIRDS,

ARE A THOUSAND DISEMBODIED THOUGHTS,

AND A MILLION DISCONNECTED WORDS.

I'M SILENT IN SEVEN LANGUAGES,

WITHOUT A THOUGHT IN MY HEAD.

WHILE EVERYONE IS TALKING,

WITHOUT A THING BEING SAID.

I'M SILENT IN SEVEN LANGUAGES,

AND CONVERSANT IN ONLY THREE,

IN THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE,

IN THE LANGUAGE OF THE SOUL,

AND IN ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU AND ME.

WASHED UP ON SOME UNMAPPED ISLAND,

IN THE MIDDLE OF SOME UNCHARTED SEA.

PADDLING UP THIS JUNGLE RIVER,

INTO THE HEART OF THE MYSTERY.

WITH THESE CHATTERING MONKEYS,

AND ALL THESE SQUAWKING BIRDS,

THIS TROPICAL WORLD IS TALKING,

WITHOUT USING ANY WORDS.

SO HERE

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I WAS IN MADRID

DOWN IN SUNNY SPAIN

YOU WERE IN BRAZIL

DANCING IN THE RAIN

FLOATING IN LOVE'S PLEASURES

DROWNING IN LIFE'S PAIN

WE DROVE THROUGH THE DAYS

RAN THROUGH THE MAZE

AND FOUND OURSELVES

TOGETHER AGAIN

I WAS OFF IN EGYPT

PADDLING DOWN THE NILE

YOU WANDERED THE STREETS OF PARIS

NOUVEAU AS A CHILD

FLIRTING WITH WILD FANTASIES

WRESTLING WITH GHOSTS

NOW WE ARE FREE

SIPPING TEA

AT LES DEUX MAGOTS

SO HERE

WE ARE SO HERE

THE PAST HAS FADED

THE FUTURE IS SHADED

BUT THIS ETERNAL MOMENT

WILL NEVER DIE

AS THE ICE HAS MELTED

EMBERS FAN THE FLAMES

AND WE ARE CONSUMED

BY THE LOVE THAT HAS NO NAME

TRAVELING THROUGH TIME

FLOATING THROUGH SPACE

EXPLORING EVERYWHERE

UNTIL WE'RE FACE TO FACE

ONCE WE WERE SO FAR

THEN WE WERE SO NEAR

NOW YOU AND I

ARE SO HERE

SONG OF THE SOUTH

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I’M GONNA RIDE THAT BIG OLD MUDDY,

ON THE DELTA QUEEN.

GONNA MAKE M Y FORTUNE

DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS.

MIGHT MEET SOME CAJUN GIRL,

OR SOME SWEET CREOLE.

MAKE LOTS OF BABIES,

AND SATISFY MY SOUL.

MIGHT MOVE IN WITH MY BROTHER,

UP IN ABERDEEN.

HELP HIM PICK THAT COTTON,

AND WEED OUT ALL THOSE BEANS.

GO FISHIN’ IN THE CREEK,

ON A SUMMER’S DAY.

REST BENEATH THAT BIG OAK TREE,

AND WHILE THE TIME AWAY.

WELL, SHUT MY MOUTH.

SINGIN’ ASONG OF THE SOUTH.

TRAVELIN’ DOWN THE NATCHEZ TRACE.

THINKIN’ OF ALL THOSE THINGS

THAT HAVE TAKEN PLACE.

GONNA GO SEE MISS ROSA B..

GOIN’ BACK TO GADSDEN

AND FIND SAM BURNEY.

HOUND DOGS ARE HOWLING,

UP IN TENNESSEE.

THEY’VE GOT A POSSUM CORNERED.

THEY’VE GOT HIM UP A TREE.

AND DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS,

SOME POOR SOUL HAS PASSED AWAY.

YOU CAN JOIN THAT SECOND LINE,

YOU CAN HEAR THAT BRASS BAND PLAY.

THE MOON SHINES ON THE WATER,

OUTSIDE THIBIDOUX.

ALLIGATORS SLEEPING

IN THE STILL BAYOU.

AND DOWN IN THE DELTA,

ON A DUSTY COUNTRY ROAD,

THE GHOST OF ROBERT JOHNSON RAMBLES,

MOANIN’ SOFT AND LOW.

WELL, SHUT MY MOUTH.

SINGIN’ A SONG OF THE SOUTH.

SURFIN’ THE SUNSET STRIP

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I WAS A HODAD FROM HUNTINGTON

SURFIN’ IN THE SUMMER SUN.

WHEN ALONG CAME JIMI

IN MY YOUNGER DAYS,

AND I GOT LOST

IN THAT PURPLE HAZE.

LOST MY DEWEY WEBER BOARD,

LOST MY TAN.

LOST MY CHERRIED OUT

WOODY VAN.

NOW I’M SURFIN’

THE SUNSET STRIP.

DUDE, IT'S BEEN

A LONG STRANGE TRIP.

RIDIN’ THE ROXIE,

RIDIN’ THE RAINBOW.

RIDIN’ THE WILD

WHISKEY-A-GO-GO.

I’M SURFIN’

THE SUNSET STRIP.

SURFIN’

THE SUNSET STRIP.

GET LOST IN THE LIGHTS,

DANCE IN THE NIGHT.

FOLLOW THE VOICES THAT CALL.

YOU CAN BE HIGH,

AND YOU CAN BE LOW,

YOU CAN BE NOWHERE AT ALL.

NOWHERE AT ALL.

TOO MANY DAYS IN MISERY.

GOT TO FIND MY WAY

BACK TO THE SEA.

TELEPHONE LINE

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THERE'S A TELEPHONE LINE,

STRETCHING ACROSS THE PLAINS.

BLACK CROW PERCHED ON THE WIRE,

WAITING FOR THE RAIN.

THERE'S A TELEPHONE LINE,

STRETCHED ACROSS THE PLAINS.

ALL THE WAY TO CALIFORNIA,

TO THE RECEIVER IN YOUR HAND.

FOLLOWING THIS TWO LANE ROAD,

THROUGH THESE FIELDS OF GRAIN.

ALONG THE WINDING RIVER,

FLOWING AROUND THE BEND.

NEAR THE SILOS AND ELEVATORS,

CASTING SHADOWS ON THE LAND.

PAST THE FARMER ON HIS TRACTOR,

WHEAT WAVING IN THE WIND.

BY THE ONE ROOM SCHOOLHOUSE,

KIDS AT RECESS PLAYING GAMES.

PAST THE HOMESTYLE CAFE,

THE SIGN SAYS, "THANKS AND COME AGAIN".

PHONE POLES REACH TO THE HORIZON,

LIKE A WESTBOUND TRAIN.

PAST THE WATER TOWER THAT SAYS,

"HOME OF THE STATE CHAMPIONS".

THROUGH THE SMALL TOWN SQUARE,

WHERE OLD MEN SIT AND COMPLAIN.

PAST THE LOT OF USED COMBINES,

DOWN AT MASSEY FERGUSON.

NEAR THE ABANDONED FARMHOUSE,

THE MAILBOX WITH NO NAME.

BY THE LOCAL GRAVEYARD,

MOURNERS SINGIN' IN THE RAIN.

THERE'S A TELEPHONE LINE,

STRETCHING ACROSS THE PLAINS.

BLACK CROW PERCHED ON THE WIRE,

HUNKERED DOWN IN THE RAIN.

THERE'S A TELEPHONE LINE,

STRETCHING ACROSS THE PLAINS.

GOT THIS BUSY SIGNAL,

ECHOING IN MY BRAIN.

TEST PATTERN

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SHE IS NOT THE MONA LISA

SHE'S JUST A PICASSO

WITH STRANGE CUBIST EYES

AND, THIS IS NOT

THE LEANING TOWER

OF PISA

IT'S JUST A FLOPHOUSE

WHERE DREAMERS

COME TO DIE

THIS IS NOT

THE TUNNEL OF LOVE

IT'S JUST A RIVER

SEARCHING FOR THE SEA

AND, THIS IS NOT WHAT

DREAMS ARE MADE OF

IT'S JUST WHATEVER

YOU WANT IT TO BE

IT'S A TEST PATTERN

AND YOU'RE AN INDIAN

FROZEN IN TIME

IT'S A TEST PATTERN

IT FEELS LIKE LOVE

BUT, IT'S NOT

THE REAL KIND

THIS IS NOT THE FUTURE

IT'S JUST ANOTHER

MOMENT FROM THE PAST

AND, THIS IS NOT

THE KAMA SUTRA

IT'S JUST A

COMIC BOOK

SOME KIND OF

ROMANCE NOVEL TRASH

SHE IS NOT LADY LUCK

SHE'S JUST ANOTHER

SIDE SHOW FAKE

SO, DON'T YOU BE

A SITTING DUCK

AND WAIT LIKE A DECOY

OUT ON A DRIED UP LAKE

THIS IS NOT PARIS

IN SPRING

IT'S DEATH VALLEY

IN JULY.

AND, THIS IS NOT

A DIAMOND RING

IT'S JUST A LUMP OF COAL

AND SOME FOOL'S GOLD

THAT ANY FOOL COULD BUY

THIS IS NOT

REALLY HEAVEN,

CUZ, THERE ARE TOO MANY SOULS

GOIN' UP IN FLAMES

AND SHE IS NOT

AN ANGEL

SHE'S JUST ANOTHER FEAR

THAT YOU CAN'T NAME

IT'S A TEST PATTERN

AND, YOU'RE NOT GOIN' CRAZY,

JUST OUT OF YOUR MIND

IT'S A TEST PATTERN

IT FEELS LIKE LOVE

BUT IT'S NOT

THE REAL KIND

THE AMERICAN DREAM

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SAILING OUT ON WOODEN WAVES

IN AN UNCHARTED SEA

SCANNING THE FAR HORIZON

OF THIS POORLY PAINTED SCENERY

DRIVEN EVER WESTWARD

BY THIS WIND MACHINE

SEARCHING FOR A BRAVE NEW WORLD

AND A BRAND NEW DREAM

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

AWAKENING WITH A SCREAM

WE FALL OUT OF THE NIGHTMARE

INTO THE AMERICAN DREAM

EXPOSING ALL MY HOPES AND FEARS

UP ON THE SILVER SCREEN

I AM CRYING TEN FOOT TEARS

I'M THE LEADING MAN

IN THE AMERICAN DREAM

WEARING A TON OF MAKEUP

AND A COSTUME PINNED IN BACK

PORTRAYING, FOR THE TWENTIETH TAKE,

A MAN TRYING TO WIN YOU BACK

I TAKE YOU IN MY ARMS

AND HOLD YOU CLOSE TO ME

AND, IN THIS INTIMATE MOMENT

SOMEONE COUGHS IN THE BALCONY

SHOULDERING A FAKE RIFLE

AND MARCHING OFF TO WAR

EXTRAS WAVE AT THE STATION

AND FANS WAIT BY THE STAGE DOOR

THE PRODUCER ACCEPTS THE OSCAR

AND THANKS HIS SUPPORTING TEAM

WE ARE THE CONTRACT PLAYERS

IN THE AMERICAN DREAM

EXPOSING ALL MY HOPES AND FEARS

UP ON THE SILVER SCREEN

I AM CRYING TEN FOOT TEARS

I'M THE LEADING MAN

IN THE AMERICAN DREAM

THE CALL OF THE WILD

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RAISED IN A SLEEPY OLD SOUTHERN TOWN.

NOTHIN’ BUT COTTON FIELDS ALL AROUND.

EVERY TIME THEY’D RING THAT SCHOOLHOUSE BELL,

I’D WANNA RUN THE OTHER WAY,

AND RAISE SOME HELL.

BOUGHT A GUITAR AT AGE THIRTEEN.

STARTED TO HAVE THOSE HONKY TONK DREAMS.

EVEN AT NIGHT LYIN’ IN MY BED,

I COULD HEAR THOSE DRUMS

POUNDING IN MY HEAD.

IT’S THE CALL OF THE WILD.

LIKE THE SOUND OF A FREIGHT TRAIN

PULLIN’ OUT OF TOWN,

AND PICKIN’ UP STEAM.

IT’S THE CALL OF THE WILD.

IF YOU FEEL THAT RHYTHM,

LET IT INTO YOUR HEART,

LET IT INTO YOUR DREAMS.

JOINED MY FIRST LITTLE COUNTRY BAND.

THE WORLD LOOKED DIFFERENT

FROM ON THE BANDSTAND.

EVERY TIME THEY’D GIVE US HALF A CHANCE,

WE WOULD TURN IT UP LOAD,

AND LET THE LITTLE GIRLS DANCE.

ALL WE EVER WANTED TO DO

WAS GET AWAY.

SO WE PACKED UP THE VAN,

AND HEADED ON OUT,

AND WENT ROLLIN’ ON DOWN

THAT LONG HIGHWAY.

WORKIN’ ON THE ROAD,

JUST TO GET SOME KICKS.

PLAYED EVERY TOWN OUT IN THE STICKS.

ROLLIN’ DOWN THE HIGHWAY,

WITH THE RADIO ON,

HANK SINGS THE BLUES

IN THE EARLY DAWN.

IT’S THE CALL OF THE WILD.

LIKE THE CRY OF A LONELY WOLF

CALLIN’ TO HIS MATE

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

THE CALL OF THE WILD.

IF YOU FEEL THAT RHYTHM,

LET IT INTO YOUR HEART,

AND EVERYTHING’S ALL RIGHT.

THE MEANING OF THE SACRIFICE

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DANCE AROUND THE FIRE

WITH PAINT UPON YOUR FACE

CALL OUT ALL THE SPIRITS

THAT INHABIT THIS PLACE

DRIVE AWAY THE CLOUDS

THAT COVER UP THE MOON

CHANT THE WORDS OUT LOUD

AND SING THE ANCIENT TUNE

THIS LIFE IS AN EVERBURNING FIRE

DO YOU HAVE THE STRENGTH

TO PAY THE PRICE?

THIS WORLD IS AN EMBER OF DESIRE

CAN YOU FIND THE MEANING

OF THE SACRIFICE?

WANDER THROUGH THE DESERT

FOLLOWING THE TRACKS

CHASE THE FADING SUNLIGHT

UNTIL THE WORLD TURNS BLACK

SUMMON UP THE POWER

THAT’S SLEEPING IN YOUR BONES

WAIT UNTIL THE HOUR

WHEN THE SECRETS

LEAVE THE STONES

EXPLORE ALONG THE RIVER

WHERE THE RAPIDS RUN THEIR COURSE

CLIMB UP ON THE MOUNTAIN

AND FIND THE WATER’S SOURCE

ON THE EDGE OF THE VOLCANO

WHERE THE EARTH WAS BORN

STAND NAKED IN THE SUNLIGHT

ON A JANUARY MORN

TIME MEANS NOTHING

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MINUTES CREEP DOWN THE HALL,

WHILE I MARK OFF

ANOTHER LONELY HOUR.

THE CLOCK HAS FALLEN FROM THE WALL,

AND I DON'T KNOW

IF I HAVE GOT THE POWER

TO MAKE IT THROUGH ANOTHER DAY.

THE YEARS ARE PASSED OUT ON THE STAIRS,

LIKE SOME BUMS

WHO'VE BEEN OUT ON A BENDER.

BUT I DON'T EVEN CARE,

AND I FIND THAT

IT'S HARD TO REMEMBER

HOW IT FELT WHEN YOU WERE HERE.

TIME IS PUMPING THROUGH

THE VEINS OF ETERNITY.

BUT I AM JUST A FOOL IN LOVE,

WHO WILL NEVER BE FREE,

SO TIME MEANS NOTHING TO ME.

TIME MEANS NOTHING TO ME.

THE SUNDIAL STANDS IN THE RAIN,

WHILE THE WEATHERMAN

S DROWNING HIS SORROWS.

TODAY IS CLOUDY WITH PAIN,

AND I'M WAITING TO SEE IF TOMORROW

THE SUN IS GONNA SHINE AGAIN.

TIME IS PUMPING THROUGH

THE VEINS OF ETERNITY.

BUT I AM JUST A FOOL IN LOVE,

WHO WILL NEVER BE FREE,

SO TIME MEANS NOTHING TO ME.

TIME MEANS NOTHING TO ME.

TINSELTOWN

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PLATINUM BLONDE

IN A GOLD CADILLAC

RACING DOWN A ROAD

WHERE THERE’S NO

TURNING BACK.

MONOGRAMMED SCARF

BLOWING IN THE BREEZE.

FLYING THROUGH THE SHADOWS

OF THE EUCALYPTUS TREES.

DRIVING THROUGH THE DUSK,

HEADING FOR THE SEA,

RUNNING

ON THE SILVER SCREEN

IN THE GOLDEN STATE.

THE FAN MAGAZINES

CALL YOU THEIR DREAM DATE.

A REFUGEE FROM

A MIDWEST TOWN.

NOW YOU’RE SO LOST,

YOU CAN’T BE FOUND.

ON AN ALABASTER CHEEK,

THERE’S AN INDIGO TEAR, RUNNING.

AS THE SUN

GOES DOWN

ON TINSELTOWN.

THERE’S A LITTLE MAN

WITH A BIG CIGAR

TALKING ON THE PHONE

IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS.

PACING THE FLOOR

AND WAVING HIS HANDS.

TRYING TO FIND THE FLAW

IN HIS WELL-MADE PLANS.

AND ON THE BACK LOT,

THERE’S A CAMERA THAT’S NOT

RUNNING.

AS THE MOON

SHINES DOWN

ON TINSELTOWN.

SO, IF YOU MAKE YOUR MARK

AND YOU MAKE YOUR NAME

DON’T GET BURNED

BY THE CANDLE’S FLAME.

ON AN EMPTY BEACH

IN THE EARLY DAWN,

THERE’S A COUPE DE VILLE

WITH THE HEADLIGHTS ON.

AND LYING THE SURF,

A GOLD WATCH HAS STOPPED

RUNNING.

AS THE SUN

COMES UP,

THE STARS

BURN OUT

IN TINSELTOWN.

TWO RIDERS

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TWO RIDERS ONCE RODE THROUGH HERE

WILLIAM DAWES AND PAUL REVERE

TIRED HORSES FROM A MIDNIGHT RIDE

AWAKENING THE COUNTRYSIDE

ONE IF BY LAND, TWO IF BY SEA

DREAMING OF DEMOCRACY

TWO RIDERS CAME ACROSS THE PLAINS

COLE YOUNGER AND JESSE JAMES

TIRED HORSES FROM AN ALL NIGHT RIDE

SEARCHIN' FOR A PLACE TO HIDE

TWO MORE RIDERS RODE THROUGH THE RAIN

DETECTIVES FROM THE GLENDALE TRAIN

TWO RIDERS, TWO RIDERS

TWO THOUSAND RIDERS CAME OUT IN FORCE

WITH SITTING BULL AND CRAZY HORSE

PAINTED PONIES DRANK FROM THE STREAM

TASHUNKE WITKO HAD A VISIONARY DREAM

OF CUSTER'S CAVALRY RIDING FAST

TOWARD THE SEVEN NATIONS AT GREASY GRASS

TWO RIDERS, TWO RIDERS

TWO RIDERS CREATE THE STRESS AND STRIFE

THAT PLAGUE THIS PILLAGED PARADISE

CONSTELLIS AND THE WAGNER GROUP

ARE MARCHING IN THEIR HOBNAILED BOOTS

WILL THIS MADNESS EVER CEASE?

SO, THIS PLANET CAN EXIST IN PEACE

TWO RIDERS, TWO RIDERS

WADDY

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I'M AN OLD WADDY,

SORE FROM THE SADDLE.

DRIVIN' THEM DOGGIES ALONG.

ACROSS THE RED RIVER,

THROUGH THE PANHANDLE,

SINGIN' THIS SAD COWBOY SONG.

THE TRAIL'S HOT AND DUSTY.

THE CATTLE ARE BAWLIN'.

THE SUN'S SINKIN' LOW IN THE WEST.

AT NIGHT BY THE CAMPFIRE,

COYOTES ARE CALLIN'.

I KEEP YOUR PICTURE IN MY VEST.

WAKE UP!

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WAKE UP!

DREAMING IN YOUR FEATHER BED

DREAMS ARE DANCING IN YOUR HEAD

FANTASIES WITH FLAMES OF FIRE

MEMORIES BURN WITH DESIRE

BUT, WHEN THE MORNING SHINES

UPON YOUR SLEEPY FACE

IT'S TIME TO EMERGE

FROM THIS PRIMITIVO PRIMAL PLACE

AND WAKE UP!

WAKE UP!

WTFU

WAKE UP!

EVOLUTION

REVOLUTION

A NEW SOLUTION

FOR PLANETARY POLLUTION

LIBERATION

EMANCIPATION

A NEW GENERATION

RADIATING LOVE

THROUGHOUT THE NATIONS

SWIMMING IN A PLASTIC SEA

DROWNING IN HUMANITY

DOG EAT DOG AND CAT EAT RAT

A SYSTEM FULL OF PLUTOCRATS

ICE FLOES MELTING, JUNGLES BURNING

CREATURES LOST AND NOT RETURNING

CHANGING THIS SWEET HEAVEN INTO HELL

PEACE

LOVE

AND HARMONY

CONNECT WITH YOURSELF

EACH OTHER

AND THIS PLANET

FOR ETERNITY

WTFU

WILD BILL

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I LEFT A WIFE BACK IN ST. LOUIS.

LEFT THOSE CREATURE COMFORTS BEHIND.

RODE A STAGECOACH ACROSS THE PRAIRIE,

OUT TO DEADWOOD TO SEE WHAT I COULD FIND.

THEY’RE DIGGIN’ GOLD OUT OF THESE BLACK HILLS.

THERE’S GOLD IN THIS ROUGH AND TUMBLE TOWN.

AND WHEN THESE FOOLS AND THAT GOLD ARE PARTED,

I’LL BE HOLDIN’ ALL THE CARDS WHEN THAT DEAL GOES DOWN.

MY NAME IS JAMES, AND I CAN’T BE TAMED.

IF YOU CROSS ME, I WILL SHOOT TO KILL.

I’M A RAMBLER AND A GAMBLER.

I WAS GENERAL CUSTER’S SCOUT.

AND MOST FOLKS KNOW ME AS WILD BILL.

WILD BILL.

I DRINK MY WHISKEY WITH MY LEFT HAND,

ALWAYS KEEP MY RIGHT HAND FREE.

SIT WITH MY BACK AGAINST THE WALL,

DON’T WANT ANYONE SNEAKIN’ UP ON ME.

WHEN PLAYIN’ YOUR HAND IN THE WORLD OF MAN,

BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU’RE TEMPTING FATE.

UP AGAINST A FULL HOUSE, A WILD CARD MIGHT WIN OUT,

AND YOU’RE LEFT HOLDING ACES AND EIGHTS.

MY NAME IS JAMES, THAT’S HOW IT REMAINS

ON THE STONE UP ON BOOT HILL.

I WAS A UNION SOLDIER, I WAS SHERIFF OF ABILENE,

AND MOST FOLKS KNOW ME AS WILD BILL.

WILD BILL.

I LEFT A GRIEVING WIDOW IN ST. LOUIS,

AND I LEFT THIS LEGEND BEHIND.

NOW EVERYTHING’S CHANGED, AND ALL THAT REMAINS

IS MY STORY UP ON THIS SIGN.

MY NAME WAS JAMES, I WAS A FRIEND OF CALAMITY JANE’S,

BACK WHEN THE ONLY LAW WAS THE STRENGTH OF A MAN’S WILL.

I WAS A QUIET MAN WITH A SURE AND STEADY HAND,

AND MOST FOLKS KNEW ME AS WILD BILL.

WILD BILL.

YELLOW MOON

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A MAN NAMED WAN HU

IN THE MING DYNASTY

WAY BACK IN

THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY

STRAPPED SOME ROCKETS

ONTO A CHAIR

ALL HELD TOGETHER

BY A WING AND A PRAYER

AND, WHEN HE EXPLODED

IN A WHITE LIGHT

HE DISAPPEARED

INTO THE NIGHT

NOW, ON THIS NIGHT

TO AN ANCIENT CHINESE TUNE

WAN HU IS SINGING

ON THE YELLOW MOON

TUNING INTO YANGTZE NN

TRYING TO DISCOVER

WHAT'S BEEN HAPPENING

THE REDS SENT A ROCKET

OUT INTO SPACE

AND HIT THE MAN IN THE MOON

RIGHT IN THE FACE

NOW, THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE

AND THE BIG BROWN COW

HAVE JUST BEEN JOINED

BY CHAIRMAN MAO

SO, ON THIS NIGHT

AFTER SOARING LIKE

A LOON

A TAIKONAUT IS SLEEPING

ON THE YELLOW MOON

DRIVING ALONG

IN MY SHANGHAI CHEVY

I KICKED A GONG

AND THINGS GOT HEAVY

THERE’S A SITUATION

IN THE WORLD'S

SECOND LARGEST NATION

THEY SENT A BILLION PEOPLE

TO THEIR NEW

SPACE STATION

AND, ON THIS NIGHT

WITHOUT A FORK OR A SPOON

THEY'RE FEASTING

ON MANDARIN DUCK

ON THE YELLOW MOON

NOW, ON THIS NIGHT

TO AN ANCIENT CHINESE TUNE

WAN HU IS DANCING

ON THE YELLOW MOON