| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 4:43 | 
|
|||
|
Well I'll just skip the boring parts chapters one, two, three
And get to the place where you can read my face and my biography Here I am, I'm eleven months old, dangling from my daddy's knee There I go, it's my graduation I'm picking up a bogus degree That's me Early me. That's me Well I never cared much for the money And money never cared for me I was more like a land-locked sailor Searching for the emerald sea Just searching for the emerald sea, boys, searching for the sea Oh my God First love opens like a flower power But tricky skies, your eyes are true The future is beauty and sorrow Still, I wish that we could run away and live the life we used to If just for tonight and tomorrow I am walking up the face of the mountain Counting every step I climb Remembering the names of the constellations Forgotten is a long, long time That's me I'm in the valley of twilight Now I'm on the continental shelf That's me I'm answering a question I am asking of myself |
||||||
| 2. |
| 4:40 |
|
|||
|
A man walks down the street,
He says, Why am I soft in the middle now? Why am I soft in the middle? The rest of my life is so hard! I need a photo-opportunity, I want a shot at redemption! Don't want to end up a cartoon, In a cartoon graveyard ..... Bonedigger, Bonedigger, Dogs in the moonlight. Far away, my well-lit door. Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly, Get these mutts away from me! You know, I don't find this stuff amusing anymore .... If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal! I can call you Betty, And Betty, when you call me, You can call me Al! A man walks down the street, He says, Why am I short of attention? Got a short little span of attention, And whoa, my nights are so long! Where's my wife and family? What if I die here? Who'll be my role-model? Now that my role-model is .... Gone ...... gone, He ducked back down the alley, With some roly-poly, little bat-faced girl. All along .... along .... There were incidents and accidents, There were hints and allegations ..... If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal! I can call you Betty, And Betty, when you call me, You can call me Al! Call me Al ...... A man walks down the street, It's a street in a strange world. Maybe it's the Third World. Maybe it's his first time around. He doesn't speak the language, He holds no currency. He is a foreign man, He is surrounded by the sound, sound .... Cattle in the marketplace. Scatterlings and orphanages. He looks around, around ..... He sees angels in the architecture, Spinning in infinity, He says, Amen! and Hallelujah! If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal! I can call you Betty, And Betty, when you call me, You can call me Al! You can call me Al ...... More Lyrics |
||||||
|
