Bottle night 3 am
Drying out in the den
Good fellowship, we gonna get it together
We gonna build and bitch
Oh fella's I want you t' know
I feel alright 'bout the new way
of grievin' and smokin'
A coward in the grass
Burn me up in July
Lookin' in t'August
With my shirt on fire
Oh well I want you all t'know
I feel alright 'bout the new way
of grievin' and smokin'
All ye bugs and nitrates
Whom gather round the roots
Soak these minerals up
Til yer rusty thru & thru
Oh well I want ye bugs t'know
I feel alright 'bout the new way
of grievin' and smokin'
Jack hammers whistle at your gait
Call it what you will
When all the beauties go to lunch
Call it what you will
When the self-bereaved bastards bellyache
Languid from being a gal's best friend
Three tumbles and call it what you will
When the money comes rolling in
When the money comes rolling in
When the money comes rolling in
When the flippin money comes rolling in
Years and years of liplocked hooligans
Call it what you will
The complete works kitch or thievery
Call it what you will
My darlin my dear you deliver me
My how my heart swells enormously
Three tumbles and call it what you please
When the money comes rolling in
When the money comes rolling in
When the money comes rolling in
When the flippin money comes rolling in
Ziggy played guitar, jammin' good with Weird and Gilly,
The spiders from Mars, he played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band
Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'em to hang
Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan
So where were the spiders while the fly tried th break our balls
Just a beer light to guide us
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?
Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we was voodoo
The kids was just crass. He was the nazz
With God given ass
He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar
Making love with his ego, Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band
(Jimmy Smith)
dance around the hi-fi mama there be no derision
your reticence is gonna let me down
ya gotta pull on out of your coma
Moss the jackal with a soldering iron
you know he’s quite the wizard
the fumes inhaled brings on the madness
bounce around his turntable
hey you know it won’t be too long
have to run it’s a pity
hey you know it won’t be too long
it’ll all be for your benefit
hot liver in the ice chest now
bring a good price on the black market
pulmonary pounding on the asphalt
we’ll be shuttin’ down the ventricles
well it was purchased in a lavatory if it made its way to me
sittin’ next to it in the cockpit
hand to hand on the bamboo airstrip
all my bootleggers in our panty hose
bunched around the ankles
just some kinky astigmatism or an exquisite gel
put away your heater mama before you hurt somebody
(Jimmy Smith)
what’s the matter Alice? ain’t you in love?
do the backstroke in your clawfoot tub
remember all those little creeps down in the hole
no way well alright then what’s got you down?
neurotransmitters all sputtered with gold
wild javelinas rankin’ best in show
you’re gonna hit me but it sounds like to me
she has a little bit of that self help aisle fatigue
i won’t buy from Sanchez i will purloin
sneak up on anyone in my congress boots
nicked from a booth on old Portabello
gonna throw it all in the van with the hot solar panels
hey Alice ain’t you down the road
month worth of bed-head and the shakes in your robe
it’s but a funk and that’s all i gotta say to
oh yeah, this fella Sanchez he’s lookin’ for you
Whistle through my wallet
Rent's due - I ain't got it
I like my water heater
Its's a leaker in my stadium blitzer
Livings gotten easy
Everything I ever wanted
From glasgow and the liquor store
I'm completely satiated
No longer a romantic
I ain't slack-jawed
I am responsible
For the stupid things I say
Like the doctor and the poodle
Are procrastinators
There's a lover dancing and laughing
This afternoon I walked out into a ditch
The crawfish stirred the water
The papermill blew in on the southeastern wind
And it was raining in port arthur
I pulled a dead limb from a fallen pine
The sun was dropping on the lower neches valley
I called the dogs from out of the woods with a hollar
And it was raining in port arthur
That night my daddy drove us to maw maw's
He and mama wanted to be alone
I sat up in that mimosa tree with my brother
And it was raining in port arthur
The refinerys hum and glow from the road
And I listen to the dove as she mourns
I'm standing in the rice fields of beaumont
The kiwi and the liquid gold
For helen would have surely knowed
I'd love her if it weren't that i
Bind myself to a single joy
I was sleeping with my lgo
I was polishing my midnight runners
I was handling my regal tip
Cold beer and my prison rolls
Take a good look at the patchwork
That hellen saw on my foot
Well she took a look around, friend
Yeah she took her love to town, friend
I was sleeping with my lgo
I was polishing my midnight runners
I was handling my regal tip
Cold beer and my prison rolls
I got eyes I can't stand it
Jalepeños inbetween my toes
The duke of earl and smoking joe
All the kiwi and the liquid gold
I was sleeping with my lgo
I was polishing my midnight runners
I was handling my regal tip
Cold beer and my prison rolls
I ate the haggis
By and by hallelujah
I ate the haggis, now i
Feel like a cat on the warm hood
Of a car that's just done driving
On a cold winter's day hey hey
Brought to me from scotland
With a fiver I can't spend
Got directions on the can
To serve it up with a wee dram
A wee dram of irish whiskey
On a cold winter's day
Lamb, oats and suet
Boiled in the stomach of a sheep
I ate the haggis
By and by hallelujah
I ate the haggis now my
Father used to tell me
Don't go pissin on the apples
That have fallen from the tree
Cause you'll see that when yer hungry
And yer backs against the wall
A fallen apple ain't so bad
To eat
I ate the haggis by and by
Black wall weeping
When I go to see the king
Put my dyin' diamond on
And the song in the honeybread
Coppermine, oh coppermine
My great-great grandfolk on my father's side
Used to work,in a coppermine - oh yeah
A penny here, a penny there
Won't you drop one in my waterwell
The women lived in maine* my friend
The men they lived underground
Copperwire oh copperwire
Clever clever copperwire
Wrapped in black rubber
Never knew it was a miner's manner
I loved so well
A penny here, a penny there
Won't you drop one in my waterwell
The women lived in maine my friend
Had some mojo I don't know
Bit her hand and charged
Wipe her life source from my chin
And my red guileful grin
That belies all the fire that flies
From my nostrils when I cry
Get the to a nunnery get the to a nunnery
Oh she's a fright in the morning
Scare me
But morning maybe being
The opposite of night it's just that very fright
That'll make me goatlike or weepy
So come on down you tremble
Yer wound pretty tight
Score it with x's and shove it my way
And when you bite me back
To even it up now there's a pair
Folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out yer hole
Dont intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise
Now peter had paul don't have it I have it have it said i
In this rolling glowing growing stolen place that don't belong to me
It ain't funny you say ok I had it up to here with you
This giddy little lifetime yer time my time don't agree with you
Some temper axes in the fire some sharpen knives upon a stone
Bottle night 3 am
Drying out in the den
Good fellowship, we gonna get it together
We gonna build and bitch
Oh fella's I want you t' know
I feel alright 'bout the new way
of grievin' and smokin'
A coward in the grass
Burn me up in July
Lookin' in t'August
With my shirt on fire
Oh well I want you all t'know
I feel alright 'bout the new way
of grievin' and smokin'
All ye bugs and nitrates
Whom gather round the roots
Soak these minerals up
Til yer rusty thru & thru
Oh well I want ye bugs t'know
I feel alright 'bout the new way
of grievin' and smokin'
In honduras cotton smoked and burned for days
To be outdone by guatamala
To be outdone by texas
With a pitchfork and a bell
Grubby little runners bring her news of me second hand
I won't tell her roaches eat my clay sculpture
I wanna tell her I am headless I am headless
She's walking on the great bloody dirt down there
Sleeping in the soft brown ring down there
oh trampled by the sun
oh sexless for days
oh and I sweat gardenias
oh sexless for days
I may be under valour's feet
I'm not scared to be a coward
unless I'm drunk and missing for days
got guts of crystal
that never saw the sun
oh I'll consider superstition
and the reason for Apollo
sexless for days
If you want to make some pickles
Take your time make some brine
Put all those little things you love
In vinegar and wine
It ain't Chinese algebra
It's easily done
Why you can pickle anything
Pickling is fun
A lot of people I know use dill weed
But, why don't you be more adventurous
I'll give you exactly what you need
Gonna fix your ass up real nice
Give you pickling advice
Let your intuition be your guide
Results are all that matter
Are you happy with your yeild?
Oh, come on you can tell me
I'm an expert in the field
Please don't be discouraged if your first batch is a bus
Give your ego time to heal
Living down here they throw me down and count me
I'm making this up, it keeps my feathers clean
And the black boys they kick my ass and tell me
That the women their ruby lips are dry.
I get angry and I get sad
And I lose this sweetness that I used to have
And I boil my strings
To get them back to gold
Sleeping in here they give me plenty to eat
Don't make trouble, make something with the concrete
So I fill my pipes with it to break them black boys heads
I like drinking to forget your name
And I smoke reefer a'do much the same
Between me and you - there's ain't nothing I wouldn't do
To untangle these ties with you
How much sweet life source have you took
I keep thinking I'd rather not look
Our love's like a fern thats been dried up and burned
It's absurd - but I keep coming back.
Oh believe me bruther
I bleeve I'd ruther
Dig a hole and crawl in the ground
Between you and I i think I'd ruther die
So I'll just stay drunk all the time
I've been over and over this girl
But you like the rattle snakes curl
You coil to strike me again
In my wide world of sin
Lights out I think it's the end
Hurry up now, turn the water into coffee,
is it there? are you here?
did you just wake up?
did you just fuck up?
Indulge my tug. and yer outside, upon the ground
I'll speak to you
Just write it down
Just write it down
Jenny Brown Sweet Beak
Do you need to steal?
Heres a pistol if you do.
We all have got problems
all night and day
shoot the wall leave the bird alone
or feed that bird the worm's song
I'll sing to you
Just write it down
Jenny Brown Sweet Beak
Flyin moth took what it could
Yer half naked
Moth did good
A rabbit jumps it
A sheep makes it
Horse hockey
Piggly wiggly
Go cat go
And I want you to
Crawl out of my bean bowl baby
Little bit after midnight
Dumb as rocks lie like a rug
Temp agency
Get you a job
Left tackle
Right guard
A lot of money
You don't have to work to hard
I want you to crawl out of my bean bowl baby
A little bit after midnight
Nurse ratchett got sompin to say
I want my cigarettes
Juicy fruit
Hey capin' mouf joe
He got sompin to say
Stay away
All the labor landed in the sod
Where the digger cried it's my calling, sir
And it is no mistake that I put you in the ground so well
And if they pay me well thats great
It's just gravy I'd do it anyway
All the labor stood up and shouted I'll wait for you fun lovin' minever cheevy
With all yer drunken dellusions I am a sensational place
Of comeraderie and pleasure won't you stand with me in your garden once more
All the labor although it be brick on brick
Stitch on stitch and earn to urn
A presence on the lift what this great ole nation was built on boy
Waiting for the lozenge to clear yer throat
So you can stand up and say all the words you wrote
All along the fences, all along the lines
Yer gumption's fading and the honeysuckle's dyin'
Honeysuckle's dyin' and the birds all cry 2X
Rain around the houses, rain around the limbs
Everything yer hating is everything you been
So pass around the roses, shiny up the bell
How dry I once was there ain't no tongue can tell
Ain't no tongue can tell and the rain it fell 2X
Twist another ashbone, make it phat and loose
Apply the isopropyl and play that ol' gray goose
All along the fences, all along the lines
Yer gumption's fading and the honeysuckle's dyin'
I come up
From underground
Went back down
Forgot my bike lock
Went back up
Drank my dirty water
On the ground I felt like iron
Sister bed rest been a long time
Will you tell me which bed is mine
Gonna comb my hair
Gonna clip my nails
I could tell you that I was a christian
And I don't guess that would be a lie
I could tell you that I was church of christ
And I don't guess you could prove me wrong
So don't trouble no policeman
He's got a wife and kids of his own
And don't trouble yer neighbor
Cause they just want to be left alone
I suppose if I was a demon
I might have bugs all over my legs
It might make sense for me t'tangle
With my wife for awhile
So don't trouble no policeman
He's got a wife and kids of his own
And don't trouble yer neighbor
Cause they just want to be left alone
I've got callous feet
you fear the wine
believe me in the morning
I've done worse things at night
the colorful language
feels like my oriental whore
I've been having her for years
and the words were like bullshit
when wine was cheap
and it ran like ink
til I found she was an angel
so I sent her away
If I can match her disrespect
she'll come back someday
I done read about these ladies
they are so hard to find
There's a spend o time
Disconnected on yer line
We stay up all day
Just like the sun
Everybody will go crazy
When the moon messes up
You bought the last bottle last time, remember?
I don't need no doctor
Fer all this blood
We sleep all day
Like coins in the mud
Ain't much t'this stuff when you look into it
No way to see the roots before you chew it
The web before you walk into it
Roll the glue in balls
Dead spiders and dead skin
Lover in the hole
Musics in the bowl
U balt th' las baltle las tam
The milky globes of Sunday
The milky globes of Sunday
The son of a donkey
Is a son of donkey
Oooo we all come down the mountain accordingly
Oooo we all come down the mountain accordingly
With a good load, mind you Into a forgiving little town
One in a thousand look up
The rest get put in the stalls with the camels
Yeah, the rest get put in the stalls with the camels
There is a smile in the bean You can drop another waterbag from the treetops for a grin, yeah
You just might hear the ring calling you down
Down in the lucky dung and ashes Down where the lovers gamble and vomit
The approach could be so gentle Into a forgiving little town
Up on high where the wild foam vanilla baths flow
You know who chose the bones over the entrails
Dispatch the toothless yapping dog
And while that dog was taking a shit
I snuck up behind him and gave him a kick
Which turned him into this big black raven type bird
Up on high where this new big black raven bird flies
You know he shows you down below where the better carrion lies
Lies like a joseph disguised like a bum
A key to the kingdom a drunk with a gun
A beacon of truth floating in fiction
I washed it with water
Made it smell like rosemary
A funny little tearbox
A chest full of laughter
Well I drank hot coffee
Well I drank so much coffee
Now my hair it sticks up like the startled squirrels
It's always four in the morning
To understand all these containers
I'll imitate a mile
Walk with me for awhile
It dissapears like the tearbox
I'll imitate a mile
Walk with me for awhile
I used to get hungry, used to get perfumed
Used to get weak kneed when I'd play
Used to get hogtied, used to get sanctified
Used to get whiskey (scotch) and I'd say
Used to get a liar, used to get sanctified
Used to be jesuslike in my actions
Used to be harmonius, I used to pray to the ground
Used to pass judgement all around
expecting me to clean my house out
under my fridge I found the roach bug
they were eating my potatoes
they even got to raise a fambly
it aint no failing I just want 'em out
I live in filth and now I want 'em out
they dont even hep me to pay my rent
they even eat the cash I hadn't spent
the son of bum aint like a stink bug
they aren't like the rolly pollies
they dont behave like a cicada
but there better than the crab bug
if I could only dream about them
and bathe them in the new age light
I'd put cookies in my bedroom
and gladly let them spend night in my bed
Tell me with yer eyes
In silence let them ring
The precious humming of our hearts
In silence let them sing
May our phantoms find there places
Where ever that may be
Let only the sound of love dear echo endlessly
For you for me
I won't wait a week and pine for a love that isn't there
We will watch the river flow past pretty flowers growing there
And the gravity and spin will pass by freely in the wind
To find us quiet in the sunset two old rugged roses
Planted firmly by the riverbed
Let the tender petals fall
Like yer long cascading hair
Let the volume of yer moans
Deny no passion in the air
And from the center of my bones
I'll kiss often and with care
I kissed the ground
I coughed it up
My lemon skin
My broken jar
I pushed her down on my way up
I saw the top
Of her head
I was tired
So I went to bed
I pushed her down on my way up
Now the bones
And leaves are dry
I sleep in the corners
Started out late
In my dirty plaid coat
Watched my heel
Lift the dead satin dress
From the ground
One day I touched it with my hands
And it scattered like scared birds
By 3a.m. they were pidgeons
With drinking problems and bad luck
On god's front porch
Where the wind
Is dense with insects
Where the wind
Is dense with bugs
spent my whole paycheck
on the goddamn rent
and much more i can piss and moan about
gonna piss and moan right outta here
spent the whole damn day
in the goddamn house
ain't much more I ramble on about
ramble right on out here
say you don't know
where yer money goes
(Lincoln, Jackson, Franklin)
I see yer (Abraham, Andrew, Benjamin)
wish I had me some of those
spent my whole damn wad
on food and pot
ain't much more that I have got
gonna get it and get out of here
yoda lay hee yodaoda lay hee yodaooo lay hee hee hee
Oh maria hands it out
She comes from guatamala
She helps me get around
She helps when I'm in trouble
When the ice cream hit the ground
The federales they were a'coming
She had made arrangements with a vendor
The stupid gringo - he got away
Now if I had a $100's
And maracas in my hand
I'd shake them for maria
I'd pressure her old man
To let me take her back to texas
In the white pickup truck
Where she had done a dozen favors
To get me out of dutch
La...
Now we never spank the children
And the house is pretty small
And I never learned the language
Of old guatamal
But there are frijoles when I'm hungry
And I drink tequila when I'm dry
And the coffee is oh so good
And maria hands it out
It's yer
Sweet interjection
Kind of affection
Boring contraption
Gooey confection
Circumlocution
Rasputin tootin
Dismal depression
Rich little impression
Cosmic connection
Third world oppression
Antique collection
Recording session
Texas seccession
Troubling vibration
Doubling inflation
Mystic incantation
Pagan celebration
Taxation without representation
Well it's the end of the dream
That started on green metal
She whispered and the wind shook
The magnolia seeded limp in winter
Well she twisted round the cage
And she twisted round the cage
And slipped out into the shaking night
And only shuffled cloth hanging
In the quickness of her leaving
Only shuffled cloth hanging
I saddled me a wounded priest
Rode him wet through this august heat
I took me a german bride
All empty and bloody inside
In the dark I heard a thief
He stole my money and my grief
In the morning I wanted to die
The doctor cut me the lawyer lied
Stop yer waiting and just go
Don't be saying what you don't know
For the lowlands I am bound
Columbia's unwound
If it gets any worse
Gonna have to go down
Get me some military training
Embark on a little mission
Slap some bicycle together
Got to get the ball rolling
Let's just say
Got to wrap some roses
Snug in a tortilla
Got to pay a little visit
To Fatty Carmello
Helps keep the classical
Up on the radio
Hell, I can't help it
If God don't walk here
Everytime I want to work
But maybe if my bed is made
Or I cast a vote
Take it easy on the wino
Or give up the smoke
Ole Fatty Carmello
Ole Fatty gonna be broke
And I can just use
Flyin down this hill on my schwin
Well I guess this is where it all begins
Go in sandburg come out like ray charles
An odor of jasmine for yer flowers
Sometimes on my bicycle rides
These pleasantries fall from the trees
Little quixote's fished out like floaties
From the bevy of yer choice
Ladies choice
Flyin down this hill on my schwin
Well I guess it all could have ended then
Unlike consternation's quagmire above
The streets firmly paved ways
Coupled with speed and gravity
And the craniums tendency
To leak vital information
Yer gonna have t'sit there and drink yer cup of muddy water
Yer gonna have t'let the blood dry on yer hands
Ask yer mama t'knit you a blanket from esau's thigh
Cause yer gonna have t'learn t'be lowly and wise
And you can't tell me it sits alright with you
Gangsta lean gansta lean you done killed them all
Gangsta lean gangsta lean you done killed them
You got beelzebub in yer little toe you got death on yer dry tung
You got to live alone you got to pray alone
Just like the people bone that you shatter
And you can't tell me it doesn¹t bother you
Gangsta lean gangsta lean you done killed them all
Gangsta lean gangsta lean you done killed them
Yer life's a melody and yer life's a rhapsody
Possessing the dark skin with romance
It's not a mystery when you know the history
Of east coast and west coast killa's
And you can't tell me it doesn't bother you
Gangsta lean gangsta lean you done killed them all
Words by Frederico Garcia Lorca
On the darkened stage
Parralla maintains
A conversation with death
And the people are
Inhaling her sobs
And in the green mirror
Her long silk train
Sways back and forth
Lamps of crystal and green mirrors
She calls death but death never comes
Lamps of crystal and green mirrors
She calls death but death never comes
And she calls out again
Whippoorwill won't ya listen
To my roaming story
We started out frying
Up a morning glory
I tell you 'bout the things ya like t¹know I found
& how the moon woke us up with a jigglin' sound
In my fine leather truck
So I rolled up my dirty red pants
Took my shoes off
Crossed my legs when I danced
I did the hyena, the milkman and the fox-trot
We smoked our last then headed for the pine knot
In my fine leather truck
Then the rain came down
& soaked us all up
Could not keep the technology
From suckin' us up
Spiderman was all I could remember then
We crossed the walls
& left that ugly town
[G] Workin' inside all [Am] day
Make no money, go out and [G] play
Get drunk and pick a [Am] fight
Sin works best in the [G] night
Chorus:
Everybody's missing the [Am] sun
Everybody's sleeping through the after [G] noon
How can you have any [Am] fun
When everybody's missing the [G] sun
Bridge
[Em] Darkness [G] feeds you, [Em] sin mis [G] leads you
[Em] Buy your [G] self some [D7] fun
[Em] Swallow your [G] pride and [Em] sleep 'til [G] sunset
[Am] Everybody's missing the [G] sun
Oh, [Am] everybody's missing the [G] sun
Pretty girls loose in the night
They bring you down, they feel alright
I like to love in the sun
Cause when they glow, you really know
Chorus
Bridge
Out all night, she wants you longer
How late can you run
It's sad for me to see, oh
Everybody missing the sun
Oh, everybody's missing the sun
Flooded roads
out of town
Call and telephone lines are down
I call
and the lines are down
Retarded girl oh' she slurs
Tornadoes out on the desert sir
Tornadoes out on the desert
and were I'm going to:
El Paso I'm going to,
El Paso I'm going to
Chicken blood
on my pants
My Hands are shaky and pillow is damp
My Hands are shaky and pillow is damp ooh
Cigarette
on a rumble seat
Drive all day got nothing to eat
I'm Drivin all day got nothing to get me to were I'm going to:
El Paso I'm going to,
El Paso I'm going tooo....
Guitar solo
Look out
Juarez
I gonna dance with the Strawberry girl
I don't dance with Strawberry girls
Green shirt
muddy shoes
Waiting on the bus to get me through
I'm waiting on the bus to get me to were I'm going to:
El Paso I'm going to,
El Paso I'm going to
I've lived long enough to see the dead horse
I've lived long enough to cross swamps at night
I've lived long enough to chase a rat
I've lived long enough to take a jet ride
If you see me on an airplane
Just make sure and get out of my way
I lived long enough to know the sun will drop
And you ought to leave it lie
To see the dying of the pines
I've lived long enough to kill my first love
I've lived long enough to break in and do harm
I've lived long enough to fly an airplane
I've lived long enough to break a machine
If you see me on an airplane
Just make sure and get out of my way
I lived long enough to know the sun will drop
And you ought to leave it lie
Dooley was a good ol' man
he lived below the mill
Dooley had two daughters
and a forty-gallon still.
One gal watched the boiler
the other watched the spout
and momma corked the bottles
when ol' Dooley fetched them out.
CHORUS:
Dooley, slipping up the holler
Dooley, trying to make a dollar
Dooley, give me a swaller
I'll pay you back some day.
The revenuers came for him
slipping through the woods
Dooley kept behind them all
he never lost his goods.
Dooley was a trader
when into town he'd come
sugar by the bushel
and molasses by the tub.
CHORUS
I remember very well
the day ol' Dooley died
the women folk looked sorry
the men stood around and cried.
Now Dooley's on the mountain
he lies there all alone
they put a jug beside him
and a barrel for a stone.
Our little friend
He didn¹t want to wear
His white buckled shoes
Nor was barefoot
His speed
He didnt like grocery store feet
He was a fussy little kid
When it came to footwear
But on friday he could wear whatever he damn well pleased
The jive ass trickery
That makes this anything
But what it is
Dressed in county orange or city gray
Got rubber sandals
Just to be safe
Metaphorically speaking
We find our little friend
Back in his white buckled shoes again
The monday if you will
Of our friday
Spent in tailored bliss
But if you strip the myth
Away from the man
Its just one to six months
The cold tonight seems more anxious to talk
Than he has seemed in nights before
Skinless face and yellow heart, he
Hesitates and I wait
All my stories are about the same things
I find so many beds for them
I find this package of tiny lamps
And it makes a firey ring
Right now is the reason I carry this jewel
Everywhere round my neck
I keep it close but still outside
This is my explanation
All my stories are about the same things
I find so many beds for them
I find this package of tiny lamps
And it makes a firey ring
A box of love and sex and reflection
Its got my face and hands
The lonely is yellow and old
Watch the cold around my bed
All my stories are about the same things
I find so many beds for them
I find this package of tiny lamps
I know m'heart is heavy
I know m'thoughts is blue
I know the light will be shining all night
bells will be ringing dark and true
m' bells will be ringing dark and true
I feel like its been raining
I feel m'bones peelin paint
I know the red will be turnin twords the gold
all my warmth will be cold
all m'dark hair will be old
I see my fathers face
standing in my fathers skin
see m'fathers old and ugly shadow
down at the bottom of my pen
heart of gold growing dim
All the way to Jericho in a rusted automobile
if you could only find out anyway you oughta feel
all the way to Jericho in a rusted auto
lookin at the yellow moon-waitin for the northern star
All the way to Jericho it doesn't even seem that real
knowin' that the time is gone-nuthin' left to save or steal
All the way to Jericho all the while singin' low
wishin for a passenger-waiting for that northern star
All the way to Jericho in a rusted automobile
mighta missed a sign you saw farm road-corn field
say goodbye to Jericho, lookin at the book of dreams
how to get to Bethlehem-time to get some gasoline
And when you see that starry night
or a cross up on a hill
then you wait for early light
to take yer hands off the wheel
(Jimmy Smith)
melchert ain’t got no time for me
i say tooth he say deck hand scurvy
jump in my basket we’ll hit the sky
in my hot air balloon travel time
be there by sunrise watch the Byzantine topple
hey Melchy let’s go the cinema
no way man just dropped a coffee enema
pan epidemic in the popcorn bucket
chase the dragon you say ante well up it
keep your swizzle stick i‘ll stir it with my fingers
vamanos with your smell it lingers
hey Melchert why don’t i go
if you don’t want to chat with me anymore
marketing sir well don’t be mad
farm to the table best you ever had
pig snout stuffed with edible flowers
jellied bone marrow molded trousers
Adriatic delicacies flown in right off the boat
if it ain’t here on time i will slit my throat
hey Melchy that’s really great
gonna jump o’er your garden gate
skin my knee bill the tenant
smack the thicky run for senate
i turn around well who do i see
(Kevin Russell)
rest i denied to the savior on his way into the sun
but i didn’t taunt or ignore his condition as he came undone
I only saw the tips of spears and the spit from the mouths of crows
his path is was filled with complicaters and suffering all alone
his innocence held such clarity Gethsemane still on his breath
barefoot and burdened unjustly but love never leaving his breast
from this began my wandering, my punishment for the crime
of standing still among an angry mob, all of them friends of mine
now our houses sag with sorrow of tomorrow’s fate bestowed
gnashing of teeth and weeping over what’s been lost and what’s still is
owed
Many come from the west to many here from the east
like birds alone with their songs
on the wires, the trees and the eves
I will give you the gold I stashed away
I will give you the fat of my land
My sister has two lovely sparrows
Form a ring and wind and twine
Round the ol' grape vine
Heavy on the wire from the house
Salt the cow and kill the calf
Meet yer lonesome with a once and a half
Gent¹s on the east and ladies on the south
The solemn boy carries his silver damage
Sold but for, the number and the image
His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure
When he sings he slurs
& uses the meat of his thigh
T¹hold the book he wrote when he was lame
So wrapped up in his flat baritone
No castrato could woo him in from the rain
For he never raised his voice when his britches
Was spillin¹ over with that honey truck richness
His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure
Well the stylus hit the patches
As he spit on the splashes
& sought out the scratches in the vinyl
'neath a needle topped with nickels
To keep the tunes a-goin'
Cracklin', croonin' & crowin'
Multi-colored, hard-boiled & hidden
In the corners, with the dogs rusty remnants
His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
Out of the gravel
From behind the smallest stone
Go home
Walk back
With your wet cotton bags back home
Tobacco for sawdust
Tobacco for sawdust
The Big Santiago Bust
The Big Santiago Bust
The Big Santiago Bust
And one day when the folly grips you
It will sink into your heart
And one day when you sculpt your tired
Your tired idol
The Big Santiago Bust
The Big Santiago Bust
The Big Santiago Bust
Expecting me to clean my house out
Under my fridge I found the roach bug
They were eating my potatoes
They even got to raise a fambly
It ain't no failing I just want 'em out
I live in filth and now I want 'em out
They don't even hep me to pay my rent
They even eat the cash I hadn't spent
The son of bum ain't like a stink bug
They aren't like the rolly pollies
They don't behave like a cicada
But there better than the crab bug
If I could only dream about them
And bathe them in the new age light
I'd put cookies in my bedroom
And gladly let them spend night in my bed
Spent my whole paycheck
On the goddamn rent
And much more I can piss and moan about
Gonna piss and moan right outta here
Spent the whole damn day
In the goddamn house
Ain't much more I ramble on about
Ramble right on out here
Say you don't know
Where yer money goes
(lincoln, jackson, franklin)
I see yer (abraham, andrew, benjamin)
Wish I had me some of those
Spent my whole damn wad
On food and pot
Ain't much more that I have got
Gonna get it and get out of here
A pinetar rampart in that there front yard
I got ripe in a way
You see that's mine out there in one goddamn night
Half eaten half eaten
I got ripe I got ripe in a way
I shutter I shutter
My poor uncle jimmy turk
He got his house full of water and dirt
In that flood of '94 pine island bayou
Came thru his door
In that flood of '94
That devil rain began t'poor
It swelled the banks of the sabine
Those waters dark and warm and mean
When that bayou began to crest
My uncle jimmy did his best
T'save his family and his home
(Kevin Russell)
You wonder outloud how it came to this threadbare and broke at The Hotel
Abyss
Lash out in ignorance wishing death and doom on whoever is responsible for
bring you to
Peppermint City
My hear is black but in my sack
I got a sammich and half a pack of
vitriol and self abuse
who can I call to accuse and abuse for bringing me to
I wanna go on record as opposing this from the start
if that falls on deaf ears my bitchin becomes a bark
Promises broken, no reason why
Still in line
Spoon in my hand
And the mouth that roared
Didnt get fed
And the squeaky wheel
Blown out and rusted
A fellah yelled, candy
But we all stood still
No I didnt panic
But I had a chill
Yes, I had a chill
CHORUS
Just got my new dues
Just got my new dues
Just got my new dues today
Whos buyin?
So I hit the bricks
But my place was saved
now look at my cheek
found out the road was paved
spilling the rich krovy
catch it in my pan
try to feed the flunky
watch the fallen stand
Just call my number
Hand me down my rag
Hand me down my rag
Hand me down my rag
Sadness cost you bottles o beer
Shiney things don't get it
She waits and waits full of boring tears
Waiting for the money
And she waits a long time
Loneliness is a bitch
Wealth won't save yer soul
She smells fish and boring brides
Crying for the money
She cries a long time
Don't wanna know where they get the money
Don't wanna know where they keep the money
Brokeness is a finer place
Pot in the indian box
She pulls her breast away from her chest
Screams - screams fer money
I've been waitin' on a cold front to trample this sun
I've been callin' my mama on the telephone
I've been cookin' lots of chicken on the kitchen stove
And pulin' a'meat right off the bone
I've been sendin' letters of sorrow home
I've been hurtin' daily and sleepin' long
I've been eatin' lots of chicken and getting' mighty stoned
And pullin' meat right off the bone.
(Bridge)
Ain't asked myself, how did it get this way
But when I ask myself, I ain't got much to say
I'm just a'cookin' chicken and eatin' crow
And pullin' meat right off the bone.
(Instrumental break)
We have no preacher to marry our son
Our daughters have no faith in a Christian home
How shall we live now that God is gone?
just pullin' meat right off the bone.
(Bridge)
Ain't asked myself, how did it get this way
But when I ask myself, I ain't got much to say
I'm just a'cookin' chicken and eatin' crow
And pullin' meat right off the bone.
Jesus Christ, with signs followin',
serpents in the air.
Hellbent on heaven bound,
your earthly end is near.
Guarded by the divine,
we're practicin' our faith.
There's more than chance at work here,
or strychnine in this place.
Jesus Christ, with signs following,
serpents up in the air.
Hellbent on heaven bound,
your earthly end is near.
Hellbent. For heaven bound!
Hellbent for heaven bound...
Lost me 15 years ago,
they say I lost my faith.
Now at home with the Lord of you,
someone has taken my place.
Jesus Christ, with signs followin',
serpents up in the air.
We're hell bent upon heaven bound,
your earthly end is near.
Hellbent. For heaven bound!
Hellbent for heaven bound.
Hellbent for heaven bound
Hurry up now, turn the water into coffee,
Is it there? are you here?
Did you just wake up?
Did you just fuck up?
Indulge my tug. and yer outside, upon the ground
I'll speak to you
Just write it down
Just write it down
Jenny brown sweet beak
Do you need to steal?
Heres a pistol if you do.
We all have got problems
All night and day
Shoot the wall leave the bird alone
Or feed that bird the worm's song
I'll sing to you
Just write it down
(Kevin Russell)
I want to sing you a song I wrote with ink and grief
that runs at you like a dog but falls just like a leaf
Dare to dance if you can gamble on guitar
How the strings catch the strum stretched between the scars
Don’t leave me alone with the laughter in the car
without the keys to the reprise of a steel guitar
When love is gone we carry on this way
Preacher drunk on morning light, ink upon the page
poverty of birdsong cleaning the cage
When he sings the feeling moves all around the room
(Kevin Russell)
The first time I gazed upon that glorious thing It made we wanna dance and
delightfully sing
I Whirled and twirled and laughed til I cried, I was so ecstatic until I
realized
It was not mine nor would it ever be.
Then a storm of emotion swept over me
My heart was broken, my hands were tied, my one desire had been denied
Maybe it’s a dream, maybe it’s a thing, maybe it’s something that you’ve
never seen
Maybe it’s happiness, maybe it’s love or maybe yer waiting for something to
come from above
Maybe it makes you feel like you never succeed, maybe it makes you feel
like you never get what you need.
It’s a feeling that comes from within, it’s universal between women and men
We just wanna be loved, we just wanna be whole, we just wanna get back what
we feel like was stole from us as a child when we got schooled.
Man that wasn’t fair, that wasn’t cool
There ain’t no rule, there at no law that says we ever get what we want at
Old man Bear dropped a matchbook
Standard procedure couldn't walk
Ate a marzipan lemon drop
Invalidate the short stop
To left field out of the park
Always been that way
Too late to stop
The hammer dropped on aisle ten
"No way man, I don't do tens"
Pick up the produce make amends
Go back to London stay with friends
High Highs Low Lows
Belly full of hot taco
Do with me as you've done with them
Put a call in to the lawyer man
One day you're in one day you're gone
What follows you
Can't be undone
Hedonistic Fatalistic Bombastic Cataclysmic
Stick it, Stick it in your ear
(Max Johnston)
In a heart of reverence
Not really deciding anything
Goin out greek mythology
Now the two of us are one
Iron outta Baltimore
SC 234
Eleven out the weather’s fine
U 99
I haunted you
Haunted too
(Oh okay, again)
Cant see the floor
Oh no a dinosaur
House, home, hit it
Curtains, pretty curtains
The surfing maneuver
For an hour maybe more
And,
Bottle night 3 am
Drying out in the den
Good fellowship, we gonna get it together
We gonna build and bitch
Oh fella's I want you t' know
I feel alright 'bout the new way
Of grievin' and smokin'
A coward in the grass
Burn me up in july
Lookin' in t'august
With my shirt on fire
Oh well I want you all t'know
I feel alright 'bout the new way
Of grievin' and smokin'
All ye bugs and nitrates
Whom gather round the roots
Soak these minerals up
Til yer rusty thru & thru
Oh well I want ye bugs t'know
I feel alright 'bout the new way
When you walk out of god's house
Don't complain
You've got yer gold and silver
And you've got yer pretty girl
When you walk out of god's house
Don't complain
When you trade yer money for her
Don't be ashamed
Forget yer lonely room
And yer cheap cheap solitude
When you trade yer money for her
Don't be ashamed
When his hand falls to guide you
Don't be afraid
He'll give you seeds of sorrow
To shake and make it right
When his hand falls to guide you
Don't be afraid
I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz
Got this ass motherfuckin' up, ay baby, ay baby
Ay baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
Steady long, steady long nigga
With so much drama in the LBC
It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D O double G
But I, somehow, someway
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I kick a little something for the G's
And make a few ends as I breeze through?
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
'Cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on
And they ain't leavin' till six in the mornin'
So what you wanna do? Sheeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But, but what? We don't love them hoes
So we gonna smoke a ounce to that
G's up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D O G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie
She used to be the homeboy's lady
Eighty degrees when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N U Ts, bitch you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound feel the breeze bitch, I'm just
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre
Came through with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me not with a cherry on top
'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do' and I'll be
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
Beeotch, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
Our candles are in danger from the way we carry them
So keep yer matches handy and wait to see if when
The ghosts of hallelujah trickle through the walls
Brandishing the wrong words nail the cursings in the hall
The ghosts of hallelujah leave you there alone
Counting bottles of medicine and longing for yer home
Don't forget the hands that made you
Don't forget yer lonely days
And soak yer heart in clover anytime you feel it sway
"i've got no harmless longings" at least that's what she said
As night came even closer to the bare hips of my bed
So temptation sings a slow song and wraps yer lust in shame
The women take on new lives as you swagger with the lame
The ghosts of hallelujah leave you there alone
Counting bottles of medicine and longing for yer home
Don't forget the hands that made you
Don't forget yer lonely days
(Kevin Russell)
It’s true I am wicked, it’s true I am mean
I must a lost my way chasing a dream
It’s true I done things that i’m ashamed of
But I still need tenderness and the warmth of love
I’ve come clean and I’m redeemed
since I have see through the eyes of a child
It’s true I am guilty, reputation is stained
I stood up and admitted to my grief and my shame
But I believe that a soul can right its wrongs
and in the sweet ascension of a redemption song
Sin it seems to win 10 times out of 9
Forgiveness is not so deliberate
and it takes and awful long time
maybe the punishment dont fit the crime
but judgement will come with the passing of time
But I believe that a soul can right its wrongs
(Jimmy Smith)
let me drop what i’m doing because i need you so
oh i love you so
let me sleep on it baby because I got to know
whatever it is I can get I will provide for you yet
just gotta tell me come clean synthesize a form of crude protein
well we all had high pants and I was sitting on stolen code
38 pointed at my heart grenade pin in my teeth
why do i have to be so opaque?
what me busy?
hell no for Chrissakes
sound reinforcement is what you need ain’t my policy to impede
so now try to remember I can make rearrangements
(Jimmy Smith)
i’m on the pay phone honey will you collect
only murder i know a pack of crows press one for english
detonate them drums that u-boat needs a pounding
well that’s good shag daddy but the best you’ll get is Bugler
trumped up non adhesive fall down jeeze louisin’
Suzi Quatro flankin’ tres well that’s who’s down in my palais
well i call a misdeal my hand was circumstantial
let’s just throw it out man call it inadmissible
i might have played a mark but maybe that’s just what he needed
prorated all the earnings so naturally we repeated it
small claims your court put the finger on my cohort
no, you know what to do
drop the charges
time for me to dangle gonna move it by the rail
locomotive halitosis all that eyelid I been smokin’
lady tiger on my lap in houndstooth pantalones
con cerveza on the brain got baloney in my jacket
I know m'heart is heavy
I know m'thoughts is blue
I know the light will be shining all night
Bells will be ringing dark and true
M' bells will be ringing dark and true
I feel like it's been raining
I feel m'bones peelin paint
I know the red will be turnin twords the gold
All my warmth will be cold
All m'dark hair will be old
I see my fathers face
Standing in my fathers skin
See m'fathers old and ugly shadow
Down at the bottom of my pen
It's a clear night
How are you tonight
Its a bone white
Smile of a night
There are chimes
That chill my bones
I know you don't know
Which way I will go
When I cross that line
Fosberry flop across that line
A little song
A little dance
A little seltzer down yer pants
Lump o gold the size of yer head
A little bramble in yer bed
Happy day in a boat
Trade a heffer for a goat
Caledonia where the hell you been
Dear friend rub my back
'tis no cadence that I lack
Rise in humor and or laughter
May a basoon full of camphor
Blow yer britches down today
Blow yer britches down today
Caledonia where the hell you been
Step lively with caprice
Through the heavy chested spread
May the purple painted theif
Dance on the harpsichord instead
Let mine eye state it bluntly
No such stuff was in my thoughts
I've been sitting down here so long I composed a song
I wanna meet you Country gal
Every time she dance I wish I had the chance
There's a river flowing in every man
All the trees do sway when she dance that way
I wanna meet you country gal
I swear she must have been born from that blossom's breeze
She got diamonds all around her ankle bone
She got her gals gathered round and the boys can't make no time
She's like a ruby rolling round in a bucket of dimes
She got skin like chocolate milk-make a married man feel no guilt
The way she moves when she moves and she groove
Somebody slap my face and throw me under the jail
Standin in a circle
Lights on us purple
Handin out the tickets for the night
Wear em like a medal
Pedal to the metal
Givin em up to the first in sight
Holdin Waits in gold
Should'nt have to be told to hold on tighter
Tighter and tighter
(No really, tighter!)
Could'nt find another
One for ya brother
I do believe the rest are "Up on high"
Take it up with yer Makers
And yer rollin papers
Why, why why?
Tighter! Holding!
All yer left with's a record
And a past kinda checkered
Off yer chess signed and delivered
Did it all on a Sunday
Hungover Monday
Too late for all the truth's uncovered
Bummer you did'nt hold on
Wait for it
Midnight drive down on Jewella Rd.
Methamphetamines and carryin a lonely load
Roaches in the ashes, truck jamming "Limelight"
Look like it's gonna be just me and Geddy Lee tonight
Shreveport, Oh Shreveport
Wonder where I'll be when the sun comes t' shine
Glasspacks hummin by Circle In The Square
Heavy Metal Rednecks and their frizzy blonde hair
Fuck a bunch a hair-do boys and their Spandex britches
And their big titty, fancy drunk ass bitches
Shreveport, Oh Shreveport
Wonder where I'll be when the sun comes t' shine
David Green called me to pick him up after work
Said to bring him some cold beer and a fresh clean shirt
Said he was already broke and he just got paid
We spent the rest of the night singin' by his Mama's grave
Shreveport, Oh Shreveport
Fossil contender
Make it a short one laddy
No matter if I opt out or not
He got his always worried about what I got
Well, I got a knuckle honey
And you have the fin
But we don't even know if this thing
used to walk or swim
CHORUS
I dug up a skull
I made a mold
Filled it with plaster
And you know what I was told?
If I dug up your head
Well I wouldn't want to be fielding
any of your loaded questions
Fossil contender
Make it a short one laddy
Way after their time underground
Back of my head smells like a kick drum
Sight undisturbed
Resting satisfied or
I've got to find a new home for the petrified
Fossil contender
It was there that I met her on my way to some crisis
in need of diffusing on some old dirty turnpike
Sayin' hitchhiking is stupid
What's your name?
she said, Bridget, oh yeah
So, where's the revolution?
She had El Che on her t-shirt
Sure, I'll talk Bay of Pigs
Give me a hot beer with an aspirin
So I did
What a windbag
I just don't like rolling alone
Chorus
Bridget wants to go down Corpus
Cast a registered vote in her county
Hit the gas so she can make a difference
I bid adios to my camouflaged rider
She said thanks for the lift you old geezer
Said Bridget Bridget yeah
Zuniga, Batista, Soviet Hispano
Made a move for my stereo
A naked prey sing-a-long
I could feel her cold stare
Honey, I spy a rest stop
Here's a 10
You'll need a reason to live tonight
CHORUS
Marginalized by Gourds, The
(Jimmy Smith)
saw this magnanimous bottom feeder look up at me
thought pond scum sucked ‘til i had a bowl of rat soup inside of me
well, it’s pretty good said this cat named Sneezeguard
couldn’t ever crowd his pan always got a proper sear on
just to find out that easily led could actually steer one
a little more punch to wash this down
a little more frequency in our round
in the heat on an island garbage all around me
had the entire off ramp ‘til the Diaz brothers found me
i drained me a few made me my day’s worth
topped off my cart i’m rolling for the can bank
yeah to make a better haul left my cardboard sign blank
little more coin for my cans today
little less load on my case today
now i’m taking it home out on my tectonic plates
crashed in a pyramid and claimed squatters rights
shared a tomb with a fella wouldn’t shut up ‘bout a girl named Isis
had to blend with tourists when they came in the a.m.
relocated to the new wing absconding with my hot plate
little more time marginalized
Well the south congress whores they is a movin' on down the line
They moved the cinema west down to Interstate 35
The Ho's got their Johns following single file
The aint't good lookin' but they got that freaky style
Down on the tex-mex and tattoo Pakistani package mile
They got a thing down there that makes an angry young man mild
And if you go down there and smoke out yer gonna leave with a smile
Down on that tex-mex and tattoo pakastani package mile
I hear the police sirens they're whining every night
From south first and west mary all the way down to Ben White
Ol' Tom Ables used to say with an impish smile
"Brother, sit back and listen to the south Austin lullaby"
I lost 10 years down there smoking that Pachuca weed
I was Rip Van Winkle but I thought I was Apollo Creed
I couldn't find my dingo boots, hell I couldn't even find my feet
