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| 1. |
| 6:42 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:46 | 
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There was a moon and a street lamp
I didn't know I drank such a lot 'Till I pissed a tequila-anaconda The full length of the parking lot! Oh, I talk too loose Again I talk too open and free I pay a high price for my open talking Like you do for your silent mystery Come and talk to me Please talk to me Talk to me, talk to me Mr. Mystery We could talk about Martha We could talk about landscapes I'm not above gossip But I'll sit on a secret where honor is at stake! Or we could talk about power About Jesus and Hitler and Howard Hughes Or Charlie Chaplin's movies Or Bergman's nordic blues Please just talk to me Any old theme you choose Just come and talk to me Mr. Mystery, talk to me You could talk like a fool-I'd listen You could talk like a sage Anyway the best of my mind All goes down on the strings and the page That mind picks up all these pictures It still gets my feet up to dance Even though it's covered with keyloids From the "slings and arrows of outrageous romance" I stole that from Willy the Shake! You know--"Neither a borrower nor a lender be" Romeo, Romeo talk to me! Is your silence that golden? Are you comfortable in it? Is it the key to your freedom Or is it the bars on your prison? Are you gagged by your ribbons? Are you really exclusive or just miserly? You spend every sentence as if it was marked currency! Come and spend some on me-- Shut me up and talk to me! I'm always talking! Chicken squawking! Please talk to me |
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| 3. |
| 3:22 |
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I'll try to keep myself open up to you
That's a promise that I made to love When it was new "Just like Jericho" I said "Let these wall come tumbling down" I said it like I finally found the way To keep the good feelings alive I said it like it was something to strive for. I'll try to keep myself open up to you And approve your self expression I need that, too I need your confidence, baby And the gift of your extra time In turn I'll give you mine Sweet darling, it's a rich exchange It seems to me It's a warm arrangement! Anyone will tell you Just how hard it is to make and keep a friend Maybe they'll short sell you Or maybe it's you Judas, in the end When you just can no longer pretend That you're getting what you need Or you're giving out anything for them to grow and feed on. I'll try to keep myself open up to you It gets easier and easier to do Just like Jericho Let these walls come tumbling down now Let them fall right on the ground Let all these dogs go running free The wild and the gentle dogs Kenneled in me. |
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| 4. |
| 16:21 |
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It fell from midnight skies
It drummed on the galvanized In the washroom, women tracked the rain Up to the make-up mirror Liquid soap and grass And Jungle Gardenia crash On Pine-Sol and beer ... It's stifling in here ... I've got to get some air ... I'm going outside to get some air Back in my hometown They would have cleared the floor Just to watch the rain come down! They're such sky oriented people-- Geared to changing weather ... I'm floating off in time I'm floating off I'm floating off in time When I was three feet tall And wide eyed open to it all With their tasseled teams they came To McGee's General Store All in their beaded leathers I would tie on colored feathers And I'd beat the drum like war ... I would beat the drum like war I'd beat the drum I'd beat the drum like war But when the church got through They traded their beads for bottles Smashed--on Railway Avenue And they cut off their braids And lost some link with nature I'm floating into dreams I'm floating off I'm floating into my dreams I dream paprika plains Vast and bleak and God forsaken Paprika plains And a turquoise river snaking (Where crows gaze--vigilant on wires Where cattle graze the grasses Far from the digits of business hours The moon clock wanes and waxes-- But here all time is stripped away Nowhere on these plains Is a sprout or an egg in evidence To measure loss or gain ... Only a little Indian band Come down from some windy mesa No women to make them food and child No expressions on their faces I'm low in a helicopter And the wind from whirling blades Flaps their woven blankets And flags their raven braids How came they to this emptiness? How came they to this dream? How came I to this view From a flying machine Of earth and air and water And a band of Indian men Without herds or flocks or crops Or families or fires to tend? Like a phoenix up from ashes now A blanket figure springs With a fist raised up to turquoise skies Like liberty And at the point of vanishing Where the sky and the earth meet A bomb blooms Deadly mushroom White Gold Heat Like a phoenix up from ashes Up from violent mysteries And growing 'till the giant blast Is to it like a golfer's tee there comes a child's beach ball And memory takes me back to the beach to toss it up to the garage to get it patched A pink and yellow beach ball Rolling Grand Detached Turning the blues and greens of earth From space probe photographs I float out of the hovercraft Naked as infancy And weightless And drifting Horizontally Like a filing to a magnet Like the long descent of rain I am drawn I fall against the ball And lose paprika plains I suckle at my mother's breast I embrace my mother earth I remember perforated blinds Over the crib of my birth And just as Eve succumbed To reckless curiosity I take my sharpest fingernail And slash the globe to see Below me-- Vast Paprika plains And the snake the river traces And a little band of Indian men With no expressions on their faces.) The rain retreats Like troops to fall on other fields and streets Meanwhile they're sweet talking and name calling And brawling on the fringes of the floor I spot you through the smoke With your eyes on fire From J&B and coke As I'm coming through the door I'm coming back I'm coming back for more! The band plugs in again You see that mirrored ball begin to sputter lights And spin Dizzy on the dancers Geared to changing rhythms No matter what you do I'm floating back I'm floating back to you! |
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| 5. |
| 4:09 |
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Marlena under Foster Grants
She's undercover from the dawns advance That girl is travel-drained And the neon mercury vapor stained Miami sky It's red as meat It's a cheap pink rose Otis in the driver's seat Watches the street lights fade away On louvered blocks in green sea air In fluorescent fossil yards Slippers are shuffling into folding chairs Freckled hands are shuffling cards They've come for fun and sun While Muslims stick up Washington ... Otis empties out the trunk On the steps of that celebrated dump Sleazing by the sea Bow down to her royal travesty-- In her ballrooms heads of state-- In her bedrooms rented girls-- Always the grand parades of cellulite Jiggling to her golden pools Through flock and cupid colonnades They jiggle into surgery Hopefully beneath the blade They dream of golden beauty ... They've come for fun and sun While Muslims stick up Washington ... Marlena, white as stretcher sheet Watches it all from her 10th floor balcony Like it's her opera box All those Pagliacci summer frocks Otis is fiddling with the TV dial All he gets are cartoons and reruns She taps her glass with an emery file Watching three rings in the sun The golden dive, the fatted flake And sizzle in the mink oil It's all a dream She has awake Checked into Miami Royal Where they've come for fun and sun While Muslims hold up Washington ... Dream on Dream on Dream on Dream on Dream on |
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| 6. |
| 6:45 |
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Baila mi rumba (etc.)
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| 7. |
| 4:38 |
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It's a long, long way from Canada
A long way from snow chains Donkey vendors slicing coconut No parkas to their name Black babies covered in baking flour The cook's got a carnival song We're going to lay down someplace shady With dreamland coming on Dreamland, dreamland Dreamland, dreamland Walter Raleigh and Chris Columbus Come marching out of the waves And claim the beach and all concessions In the name of the suntan slave I wrapped that flag around me Like a Dorothy Lamour sarong And I lay down thinking national With dreamland coming on Dreamland, dreamland Dreamland, dreamland Goodtime Mary and a fortune hunter All dressed up to follow the drums Mary in a feather hula-hoop Miss Fortune with a rose on her big game gun All saints, all sinners shining Heed those trumpets all night long Propped up on a samba beat With dreamland coming on Dreamland, dreamland Dreamland, dreamland Tar baby and the Great White Wonder Talking over a glass of rum Burning on the inside With the knowledge of things to come There's gambling out on the terrace And midnight ramblin' on the lawn As they lead toward temptation With dreamland coming on Dreamland, dreamland Dreamland, dreamland In a plane flying back to winter In shoes full of tropic sand A lady in a foreign flag On the arm of her Marlboro Man The hawk howls in New York City Six foot drifts on Myrtle's lawn As they push the recline buttons down With dreamland coming on Dreamland, dreamland Dreamland, dreamland La, La ... African sand on the trade winds And the sun on the Amazon As they push the reline buttons down With dreamland coming on Dreamland, dreamland Dreamland, dreamland |
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| 8. |
| 6:37 |
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I'm Don Juan's reckless daughter
I came out two days on your tail Those two bald-headed days in November Before the first snowflakes sail Out on the vast and subtle plains of mystery A split tongue spirit talks Noble as a nickel chief Striking up an old juke box And he says: "Snakes along the railroad tracks." He says, "Eagles in jet trails ..." He says, "Coils around feathers and talons on scales ... Gravel under the belly plates ..." He says, "Wind in the Wings ..." He says, "Big bird dragging its tail in the dust ... Snake kite flying on a string." I come from open prairie Given some wisdom and a lot of jive! Last night the ghosts of my old ideas Reran on channel five And it howled so spooky for its eagle soul I nearly broke down and cried But the split tongue spirit laughed at me He says, "Your serpent cannot be denied." Our serpents love the whisky bars They love the romance of the crime But didn't I see a neon sign Fester on your hotel blind And a country road come off the wall And swoop down at the crowd at the bar And put me at the top of your danger list Just for being so much like you are! You're a coward against the altitude-- You're a coward against the flesh-- Coward--caught between yes and no Reckless this time on the line for yes, yes, yes! Reckless brazen in the play Of your changing traffic lights Coward--slinking down the hall to another restless night As we center behind the eight ball As we rock between the sheets As we siphon the colored language Off the farms and the streets Here in Good-Old-God-Save-America the home of the brave and the free We are all hopelessly oppressed cowards Of some duality Of restless multiplicity (Oh say can you see) Restless for streets and honky tonks Restless for home and routine Restless for country-safety-and her Restless for the likes of reckless me Restless sweeps like fire and rain Over virgin wilderness It prowls like hookers and thieves Through bolt locked tenements Behind my bolt locked door The eagle and the serpent are at war in me The serpent fighting for blind desire The eagle for clarity What strange prizes these battles bring These hectic joys-these weary blues Puffed up and strutting when I think I win Down and shaken when I think I lose There are rivets up here in this eagle There are box cars down there on your snake And we are twins of spirit No matter which route home we take Or what we forsake We're going to come up to the eyes of clarity And we'll go down to the beads of guile There is danger and education In living out such a reckless life style I touched you on the central plains It was plane to train my twin It was just plane shadow to train shadow But to me it was skin to skin The spirit talks in spectrums He talks to mother earth to father sky Self indulgence to self denial Man to woman Scales to feathers You and I Eagles in the sky You and I Snakes in the grass You and I Crawl and fly You and I |
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| 9. |
| 3:20 |
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Maybe I'm just kidding myself when I say I love you
I don't know-- Loving without trusting You get--frostbite and sunstroke I wish I felt nothing! You pimp--laughing and strutting her to my chartered seat Your old off night back street It's been stinger to stinger, darling It's been heart to heart You still keep me from finishing Any new love I start Now she's moved in with you She's keeping your house neat And your sheets sweet And I'm your off night back street I can feel your fingers Feeling my face There are some lines you put there And some you erase Maybe I'm just dramatizing I don't care It's home--it can be heaven When we play fair But these sentimental journeys Late at night-- High in some back room you're calling me To be your off night back street You give me such pleasure You bring me such pain Who left her long black hair In our bathtub drain? |
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| 10. |
| 4:01 |
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I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through all these highs and lows I heard there was no sickness And no toil or danger Just mercy and plenty Where peaceful waters flow Where peaceful waters flow Come all you fair and tender school girls Be careful now--when you court young men They are like the stars On a summer morning They sparkle up the night And they're gone again Daybreak--gone again If I'd only seen through the silky veils of ardor What a killing crime this love can be I would have locked up my heart In a golden sheath of armor And kept its crazy beating Under strictest secrecy High security I wish I had the wings Of Noah's pretty little white dove So I could fly this raging river To reach the one I love But I have no wings And the water is so wide We'll have to row a little harder It's just in dreams we fly In my dreams we fly! |
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