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15. | Old Blonde Gale / Big Ol' Moon |
16. | White Rabbit's Lament |
17. | 'Til the Wheels Come Off |
18. | Revival Revelry |
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(Jack Kerourac)
I left New York in 1949
To go across the country without a bad blame dime
Montana in the cold cold fall
Found my father in the gambling hall
Father, Father where you been?
I've been out in the world and I'm only ten
Father, Father where you been?
I've been out in the world and I'm only ten
Don't worry about me if I should die of pleurisy
Across to Mississippi, across to Tennessee
Across the Niagara, home I'll never be
Home in ol' Medora, home in Ol' Truckee
Apalachicola, home I'll never be
Better or for worse, thick and thin
Like being married to the Little poor man
God he loves me (God he loves me)
Just like I love him (just like I love him)
I want you to do (I want you to do)
Just the same for him (just the same for him, yeah)
Well the worms eat away but don't worry watch the wind
So I left Monatana on an old freight train (on an old freight train)
The night my father died in the cold cold rain (in the cold cold rain)
Road to Opelousas, road to Wounded Knee
Road to Ogallala home I'll never be
Road to Oklahoma, road to El Cahon
Road to Tahachapi, road to San Antone
Hey, hey
Road to Opelousas, road to Wounded Knee
Road to Ogallala, home I'll never be
Road to Oklahoma, road to El Cahon
Road to Tahachapi, road to San Antone
Home I'll never be, home I'll never be
Home I'll never be, home I'll never be
Home I'll never be, home I'll never be
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One... two... three... one
Well, he wasn't looking for fanfare or fame
But it all came around just the same
He then met a girl with desire in her eye
He gave her love, she took his name
The times they were good, the times they were bad
Most times it was just in-between
The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had
She put on display for all to be seen
Some find their solace in work or the Lord
She was quite content in her dream
When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light
He found comfort in the bottle of the old Jimmy Beam
One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole
He reached out for something to feel
She offered back nothin' but lack of respect
So he let himself out with two barrels of steel
She cried in the day, she cried in the night
She cried loudest when someone was near
Whether crying for him or she cried for herself
The bigger the camera the bigger the tear
Most folks agree she was living a hell
And publicly she showed her pain
And never once was there a thought for herself
And the ever growing slices of fortune and fame
Now on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride (she'll ride)
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride high
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride (she'll ride)
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride high
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride (she'll ride)
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride high
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride (she'll ride)
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride high
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride (she'll ride)
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride high
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This is how the world will be
Everywhere I go it rains on me
Forty monkeys drowning in a boiling sea
Everywhere I go it rains on me
I went down into the valley to pray
Everywhere I go it rains on me
I got drunk and I stayed all day
Everywhere I go it rains on me
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I go
It rains on me
All god's chilluns can't you see
Everywhere I go it rains on me
Louie Lista and Marchese
Everywhere I go it rains on me
Robert Sheehan and Paul Body
Everywhere I go it rains on me
I went down to Argyle, I went down to Dix
Everywhere I go it rains on me
To get my powders and to get my fix
Everywhere I go it rains on me
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I go
It rains on me
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I go
It rains on me
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Four blocks back I flipped my sack
down At Roscoe's for some fatback
Sheila Schwartz's sister Shomo shucks shmekels
At the seashore on Shabazz
Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin
Do you know what I Idi Amin
Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin
Do you know what I Idi Amin
Reb-He Kitten sittin' on the stoop
Eatin' marinated herrin' an' lookin' so cute
Vladimir Tittler was a hoo-hoo of a man
His daddy's on his back and his mama's eatin' Spam
Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin
Do you know what I Idi Amin
Do you know what I Idi Amin Amin
Do you know what I Idi Amin
Shark Skin Charles and Water Melon Head
Woke up this morning with weebles in their bed
And Hazel climbs the stairs, cause she don't give a damn
I'm gonna eat all the My-T-Fine puddin' that I can
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You gotta stomp, whistle and scream
You gotta wake right up in your dreams
You gotta jump, whittle and drive
And keep that feelin' alive
You gotta kick, holler and shout
I'm gonna tell you what it's all about
You gotta tell me that you love me
Tell me that you're mine
We're puttin' on the dog tonight
We're puttin' on the dog tonight
We'll be p-puttin' on the dog tonight
Puttin' on, puttin' on the dog tonight
We'll be puttin' on the dog tonight
Well, we'll be puttin' on the dog tonight
Puttin' on the dog
Puttin' on the dog
We'll flip, follow and fly
Just do it now and don't ask why
You gotta strut, wiggle and slide
Let everyone know that you're alive
You gotta crank, gallop and twist
Do it once, you'll never resist
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you're mine
We're puttin' on the dog tonight, yeah
Puttin' on the dog tonight, all right
Well, we could go into a zuki jump
It's rainin', it pours
Big ol' Lincoln with the suicide doors
Tip that bottle from the brim to the dregs
You ain't dancin' till you cross your legs
Puttin' on the dog tonight
We'll be puttin' on the dog tonight
We'll be puttin' on the dog tonight
Puttin' on the dog tonight
Puttin' on the dog
I'll be p-puttin' on the dog
Puttin' on the dog
Puttin' on the dog
Puttin' on the dog
Puttin' on the dog
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(Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan-Waits)
You must have brought the bad weather with you
The sky's the colour of lead
All you've left me is a feather
On an unmade bed
It's always me whenever there's trouble
The world does nothing but turn
And the ring it fell off my finger
I guess I'll never learn
But it's over, it's over, it's over
I'm getting dressed in the dark
Our story ends before it begins
I always confess to everyone's sins
The nail gets hammered down
And it's over, let it go
So don't go and make a big deal out of nothing
Well it's just a storm on a dime
And I've always found there's nothing
That money can't buy
I've already gone to the place I'm going
There's no place left to fall
And there's something to be said
For saying nothing at all
And it's over, it's over, it's over
It's done forgotten and through
No one cares what it's all for
You'll be buried in the clothes
That you've never wore
So keep your suitcase by the door
It's over, let it go
No one cares what it's all for
You'll be buried in the clothes
That you never wore
So keep your suitcase by the door
It's over, let it go
You gotta let it go
Let it go, let it go
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(Alexander "Skip" Spence)
Books of Moses, bringing stone news
Wet in the water, weeping in the sun
Books of Moses, got some splinters didn't you
Books of Moses, brought me right here back to you
Flaming heart, ain't it sweet
Lighting the world at your feet
Books of Moses, myth and truth
Books of Moses, bring me back to you
Hero's welcome, there stands your king
Where the serpent shudders and the angels sing
Books of Moses, happening again
Yes he knows us
Well welcome him, your friend
Books of Moses, bringing stone news
Wet is the water, blood covering the sun
Books of Moses, myth and truth
Books of Moses, bring me back to you
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Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu,
Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, ba,
Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu,
Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu,
Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, ba, Babbachichuija
chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu...
Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu,
Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, ba,
Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu,
Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu,
Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, ba, Babbachichuija
chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu...
Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu,
Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, ba,
Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu,
Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu,
Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, babba, babba, ba, Babbachichuija
chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu...
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She was only a waitress in a highway café
Poured coffee from dusk until dawn
But she's heart-broken 24 hours a day
For she longed for her trucker who'd gone
"Will you make it a corned beef on rye"
He'd sing with a gleam in her eye
Oh, the headlights were burning
And the big wheels were turning
Her sweetheart would come by and by
He'd park his great semi off Route 64
She'd blush with a sweet little sigh
For at half past eleven, he'd walk in the door
And order a corned beef on rye
"Will you make it a corned beef on rye"
He'd sing with a gleam in her eye
The jukebox was blarin'
His soft eyes were starin'
And the corned beef would come by and by
All the drivers remember that night, so they say
She'd said her farewells to them all
But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
Her suitcase still stood in the hall
And the hours passed by even as the trucks passed by out on the highway
And then two grim Highway Patrolmen came into the place
They shook the rain from their hats
And as the poor girl brought them their coffee
These were the words that they said
"Hey, Curly, did you see that old diesel flattened out
Like your damned nose up by the predicament tonight?
"Well, he jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker than owl shit!
"I'll have a chilli dog over here, baby.
"Hell, you don't suppose that he had a little ol' hog way down the line somewhere, do you?
"Hey now, Curly, don't you know that them damn truckers
They got to take up a little filly at every café from here to Las Cruces!"
Now there is a small truck-stop on Route 64
If you happen to be passin' by
There's a trucker that never stops in anymore
There's a waitress who wished she knew why
"Oh, make it a corned beef on rye"
She sings with a tear in her eye
And as her dark eyes are glistening
There's someone who's listening
In that highway café in the sky
"Oh, we'll make you the corned beef on rye"
She sings with a tear in her eye
And as her dark eyes are glistening
There's someone who's listening
In that highway café in the sky
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This blinding kiss breathes helium into my heart
And erases the embraces of all other lovers
With this kiss
Your ruby lips speak for themselves, they tell nothing but lies
I dissolve into the wax of a flickering candle
With this kiss
This isn't real, in Chinatown everything's cheap
I'm shipwrecked on the coast of your shoulders
And this kiss
And this kiss
And this kiss
And this kiss
And this kiss
And this kiss
This kiss
With this kiss
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(Jack Kerouac)
I left New York in 1949
To go across the country without a bad blame dime
Montana in the cold cold fall
Found my father in the gambling hall
Father, Father where you been?
I've been out in the world and I'm only ten
Father, Father where you been?
I've been out in the world and I'm only ten
Don't worry about me if I should die of pleurisy
Across to Mississippi, across to Tennessee
Across the Niagara, home I'll never be
Home in ol' Medora, home in Ol' Truckee
Apalachicola, home I'll never be
Better or for worse, thick and thin
Like being married to the Little poor man
God he loves me (God he loves me)
Just like I love him (just like I love him)
I want you to do (I want you to do)
Just the same for him (just the same for him, yeah)
Well the worms eat away but don't worry watch the wind
So I left Monatana on an old freight train (on an old freight train)
The night my father died in the cold cold rain (in the cold cold rain)
Road to Opelousas, road to Wounded Knee
Road to Ogallala home I'll never be
Road to Oklahoma, road to El Cahon
Road to Tahachapi, road to San Antone
Hey, hey
Road to Opelousas, road to Wounded Knee
Road to Ogallala, home I'll never be
Road to Oklahoma, road to El Cahon
Road to Tahachapi, road to San Antone
Home I'll never be, home I'll never be
Home I'll never be, home I'll never be
Home I'll never be, home I'll never be
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I'd like to tell you a little story about a young man
He arrived home one afternoon, to find various articles of clothing
throughout his home area, that did not belong to him
This made this particular gentleman extremely upset, and rightly so
And he called his young lady to his side, and he said, Baby
I just gotta know
I just gotta know
I just gotta know
I just gotta know
Whose sportcoat is that on my rack?
Whose sportcoat is that?
Whose sportcoat is that?
I ain't got no coat like that!
Now whose hat is on the rack?
Now whose hat is on the rack?
Now whose hat is on the rack?
I ain't got me no hat like that!
Now whose car is parked right outside?
Whose car is parked right outside?
Whose car is parked right outside?
I drive a Chevy, not a goddamn Ford!
Whose cigarettes are those?
Whose cigarettes are those?
Whose cigarettes are those?
I smoke Winstons, he smokes Kools!
Whose whiskey is by the bed?
Now whose whiskey is by the bed?
Whose whiskey is by the bed?
I drink Cutty, that's J&B, babe!
Now whose pistol is that?
Whose pistol is that?
Whose pistol is that?
Whose sportcoat is that?
Whose sportcoat is that?
Whose sportcoat is that?
I ain't got me no coat like that!
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My baby left me and I feel so bad
I lost the best girl that I ever had
You ask me why I feel so blue
But you'd feel the same way if it happened to you
She didn't leave me on Monday
She didn't leave me on Tuesday
She didn't leave me on Wednesday
She didn't leave me on Thursday
She didn't leave me on Friday
She didn't leave me on Saturday
She went and left me on Trash Day
My baby left me on Trash Day
She went and left me on Trash Day
She didn't leave me on Monday
She didn't leave me on a Tuesday
She didn't leave me on no Wednesday, babe
She could have left me on a Thursday
No no no no, it was Trash Day
It was goddamn Trash Day
My baby left me on a Trash Day
And that's why I'm smellin' like a brewery, and I'm lookin' like a tramp
And I ain't got a quarter, I got a postage stamp
I got a five o'clock shadow boxin' all around the town
Talkin' with the old men sleepin' on the ground
Bazanti bootin' al zootin' al hoot and Al Cohn
And I'm sharin' this apartment with a telephone pole
Fishnet stockings and spike heel shoes
Strip tease, prick tease, car keys blues
Porno floor show, live nude girls
Dreamy and creamy and brunette curls
Chesty Morgan and Watermelon Rose
Raisin' my rent, take off all your clothes
Because my baby left me and I feel so bad
I lost the best girl that I ever had
Go on and ask me why I feel so blue
You'd feel the same way if it happened to you
She could've left me on a Monday
She could've left me on a Tuesday
She could've left me on a Thursday
Or a Friday, or a Saturday
No, she went and left me on Trash Day
My baby left me on Trash Day
She went and left me on Trash Day
Trash Day
"Big John" Thomassie on the trash cans!
Oh, Trash Day
Trash Day
Trash Day
Goddamn Trash Day
Trash Day
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I got the style but not the grace
I got the clothes but not the face
I got the bread but not the butter
I got the window but not the shutter
But I'm big(2) In Japan
I'm big in Japan
Hey, but I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
I got the house but not the deed
I got the horn but not the reed
I got the cards but not the luck
I got the wheel but not the truck
But hey, I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
But hey, I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
I got the moon, I got the cheese
I got the whole damn nation on their knees
I got the rooster, I got the crow
I got the ebb, I got the flow
I got the powder but not the gun
I got the dog but not the bun
I got the clouds but not the sky
I got the stripes but not the tie
But hey, I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
Hey-ho, they love the way I do it
Hey-ho, there's really nothing to it
I got the moon, I got the cheese
I got the whole damn nation on their knees
I got the rooster, I got the crow
I got the ebb, I got the flow
I got the sizzle but not the steak
I got the boat but not the lake
I got the sheets but not the bed
I got the jam but not the bread
But hey, I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
Hey! I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
I'm big in Japan
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