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Six sets smoked on Saturdays
At Barnaby's on State
Countless California calls
We could not stand the wait
We played the pier on Venice beach
The crowd called out for more
Zappa and the Mothers next
We finished with a roar
Jimi was so kind to us
Had us on the tour
We got some education
Like we never got before
Around the world in twenty days
We played most every night
Jet-lag, girls, strange languages
Everyone began to fight
Lowdown at the Caribou
All rumours aside
Was we could never get together
Not unless we tried
Summer with the Beach Boys
We got sand all in our shoes
Made some special music
Everybody sang the blues

let's put it all in
there from your favorite words to the tired
stare that only you can do let's put it all in there for you let's put
the things you stole when you thought no one saw and something strange
took hold your little fingers grew
let's put the pictures that you drew let's put the day we met the way
the trees were bent because the wind that blew let's put it all in there
let's put the faces that you knew let's
put dark and let's put light the car we bought you bent it apartment
rooms with fatal flaws why even think that we should pause let's really
lay it bare let's put it all in there
let's put the kitchen sink the times you ran away or when the neighbors
came because of all the noise let's put their faces at the door let's
put the lids we'd drop on the
things we'd say though it was late to stop let's put it all in there
let's put their faces at the door let's put dark and let's put light the
car we bought you bent it apartment rooms
with fatal flaws hey, you know if everything is through let's really let

Have you ever kept a Scrapbook
So you could look back someday
Relive all the things you once did
Just as I did yesterday
At the time it seemed a good idea
I didn't know that sadness was so near
Take a look in my Scrapbook and see
See my life as it used to be
Photographs of things that happened
And they happened long ago
Pictures of familiar places
And of faces I used to know
I'm living in the past I'm so confused
I haven't caught up with the daily news
Take a look in my Scrapbook and see
See my life as it used to be
There I was just sitting on a fence
And surrounded by the friends I used to know
But that was a long time ago
Take a look in my Scrapbook and see
See my life as it used to be
The friends I once had are all gone
Close the book

A scrapbook on my lap
A soft head on my shoulder
Behind loose plastic pages
Are some fading photographs
Peculiar fashion styles
In the corner there's a baby
Behind the infant smile
Is a heart I recognize
What was I doing then?
Learning to take some steps
Then walking through adolescence
Some thousand miles away
And up in heaven God called a meeting
And in the space that was next to mine
He chose to write your name
I never understood our weather here
Or how together life and death must dance
But I'll forever be most baffled
By the subtle glances from who I landed
What are the chances
There's the place where the story
About us started and took the stage
It's been so many days
And now the bricks are starting to crack
Feels a little weird looking back
Because some things have changed
Some things have died but somehow
You've stayed the same all this time
I never understood our weather here
Or how together life and death must dance
But I'll forever be most baffled
By the subtle glances from who I landed
What are the chances
Some will say that it goes away
I will run and chase it down
Through that rolling thunder and rain
I will risk my sails and all this boat to be in that storm
Either way I am going to stay
Though the waves will try to pull me away