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One plush summer you come to me ripe and ready
And bad through and through With that deep mystical soul synergy pumping steady Between me and you Lovin' all the beautiful work we've done, cara mia And it's barely July If we keep on boppin' until Labor Day Li'l miz Abbie - bye bye What will it be - some soothing herb tea? That might be just the thing Let's say we spike it with Deludin Or else - maybe tonight a hand of solitaire *Flame is the game The game we call gaslighting Abbie It's a luscious invention for three One summer by the sea With the long weekend that's comin' up fast Let's get busy There's just too much to do That black mini looks just like the one she's been missin' Feels good on you There's a few items we need in town - allez-vous girl There's no time to waste Such as fresh cable and fifteen watt bulbs Couple dozen - it's a big old place Let's keep it light - we'll do a fright night With blood and everything Some punky laughter from the kitchen And then - a nice relaxing hand of solitaire *Repeat You can choose the music I'll set up my gear Later on we'll chill and watch the fireworks from here How can you knock this mighty spitelock Check out the work itself A mix of elegance and function That's right - a tweak or two and then she's out of here *Repeat |
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| 2. |
| 5:17 |
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I was grinding through my day gig
Stackin' cutouts at the Strand When in walks Franny from NYU We were quite an item back then We talked about her films and shows and CDs And I don't know what else She said, yeah, Hollywood's been good to me But tell me - how about yourself I'm still working on that novel But I'm just about to quit 'Cause I'm worrying about the future now Or maybe this is it It's not all that I thought it would be What a shame about me She said, talk to me, do you ever see Anybody else from our old crew Bobby Dakine won the Bunsen Prize Now he's coming out with something new Alan owns a chain of Steamer Heavens And Barry is the software king And somebody told me in the early 80's You were gonna be the Next Big Thing Well now that was just a rumor But I guess I'm doin' fine Three weeks out of the rehab Living one day at a time Sneaking up on the new century What a shame about me What a shame about me I'm thinking of a major Jane Street sunrise And the goddess on the fire escape was you We both ran out of small talk The connection seemed to go dead I was about to say, hey, have a nice life When she touched my hand and said: You know I just had this great idea This could be very cool Why don't we grab a cab to my hotel And make believe we're back at our old school I said babe you look delicious And you're standing very close But like this is Lower Broadway And you're talking to a ghost Take a good look it's easy to see What a shame about me What a shame about me |
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| 3. |
| 6:18 |
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Bad news breaking in 18A
Missy's kitty turn inside out she say Spider queen demon and that whole crew Across the lobby the wicker wing chair flew All the nice people those goodly souls Quaking in their respective hidey-holes Everyone's wasted in this gruesome dream Not a one of them left to hear you scream Two against nature don't you know Who's gonna grok the shape of things to go Two against nature make them groan Who's gonna break the shape of things unknown Madame Erzulie she come last night Bang you silly but leave a nasty bite There on your nightstand much worse than that Panatela and old black derby hat Call your doctor - call your shrink Western science she strictly rinkydink They all masissi but we hang tough Apsatively gonna help you beat that stuff Two against nature tan and lean Puttin' big heat on skanky things unseen Two against nature slinging dread These boys wanna bang the skulls of things undead T-Bone Angie she champion liar Sew the mouth shut with rusty chicken wire Brother Lou Garue and the Jerry Garry Sprinkling chicken water gonna hush all three Beautiful housewife in deep distress 'Specially you deserve our very best Two against nature they got that stuff Good things happening when you see about us Two against nature love this gig Pull up the weeds before they're too damn big Two against nature stand alone Who's gonna chase the shape of things unknown Two against nature don't you know Who's gonna drop the boom on things to go Two against nature make them groan Gonna go bang-zoom to the moon on things unknown Scrape the wallboards the whole damn batch Catch the maggoty eggs before they hatch Pepper and ratbone make damn sure Shake the rubbish out on the patio floor Soak the timber with special spray Nuke the itty bitty ones right where they lay Whip the bastards while they still green Take the firemop - sweep it kissing clean |
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| 4. |
| 4:09 |
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It must have been my lucky Thursday
Your dad went on that spree Before the crew could put out the fires You hopped a bus for NYC Down in Tampa the future looked desperate and dark Now you're the wonderwaif of Gramercy Park Who makes the morning fabulous Who says today's a fun day Why do I feel like sailing again Honey it's you - Janie Runaway Let's grab some takeout from Dean and Deluca A hearty gulping wine You be the showgirl and I'll be Sinatra Way back in '59 Sweetness in heels - look at you - in long black gloves Come to old blue eyes tell me - who do you love Who makes the traffic interesting Rescues a dreary Sunday Who makes me feel like painting again Honey it's you - Janie Runaway Let's plan a weekend alone together Drive out to Binky's place The sugar shack in Pennsylvania Or would that be a federal case? We'll take the Big Red - the Blazer - it's nice inside And guess who's coming along for the ride Who has a friend named Melanie Who's not afraid to try new things Who gets to spend her birthday in Spain Possibly you - Janie Runaway |
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| 5. |
| 4:10 |
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I'm working on gospel time these days
(The summer - this could be the cool part of the summer) The sloe-eyed creature in the reckless room she's so severe A wise child walks right out of here I'm so excited I can barely cope I'm sizzling like an isotope I'm on fire so cut me some slack First she's way gone then she comes back She's all business then she's ready to play She's almost gothic in a natural way This house of desire is built foursquare (The city - the cleanest kitten in the city) When she speaks it's like the slickest song I ever heard I'm hanging on her every word As if I'm not already blazed enough She hits me with the cryptic stuff That's her style - to jerk me around First she's all feel then she cools down She's pure science with a splash of black cat She's almost gothic and I like it like that This dark place so thrilling and new It's kind of like the opposite of an aerial view Unless I'm totally wrong I hear her rap and brother it's strong I'm pretty sure that what she's telling me is mostly lies But I just stand there hypnotized I'll just have to make it work somehow I'm in the amen corner now It's called love - I spell L -U- V First she's all buzz then she's noise-free She's bubbling over then there's nothing to say She's almost gothic in a natural way She's old school then she's like young Little Eva meets the Bleecker Street brat She's almost gothic but it's better than that |
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| 6. |
| 6:18 |
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Teddy's rolling now most every night
Skatin' backwards at the speed of light He's changed - in a thousand little ways He's changed - yes indeed You know he's movin' on metal, yes he's Hanging tight with the Jack of Speed Sheena's party - there's a case in point That right-wing hooey sure stunk up the joint He's gone - he walks through the old routines But he's gone - guaranteed He may be sittin' in the kitchen, but he's Steppin' out with the Jack of Speed You maybe got lucky for a few good years But there's no way back from there to here He's a one way rider On the shriek express And his new best friend is at the throttle more or less He can't hear you honey - that's alright Pack some things and head up into the light Don't stop - he'll be callin' out your name But don't stop when you hear him plead You better move now little darlin' or you'll be Trading fours with the Jack of Speed |
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| 7. |
| 5:28 |
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Well I've kicked around a lot since high school
I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs From keyboard man in a rock'n ska band To haulin' boss crude in the big rigs Now I've come back home to plan my next move From the comfort of my Aunt Faye's couch When I see my little cousin Janine walk in All I could say was ow-ow-ouch Honey how you've grown Like a rose Well we used to play When we were three How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree She turned my life into a living hell In those little tops and tight capris I pretended to be readin' the National Probe As I was watchin' her wax her skis On Saturday night she walked in with her date And backs him up against the wall I tumbled off the couch and heard myself sing In a voice I never knew I had before I'll teach you everything I know If you teach me how to do that dance Life is short and quid pro quo And what's so strange about a down-home family romance? One night we're playin' gin by a cracklin' fire And I figured I'd make my play I said babe with my boyish charm and good looks How can you stand it for one more day She said maybe its the skeevy look in your eyes Or that your mind has turned to applesauce The dreary architecture of your soul I said - but what is it exactly turns you off? ll I've kicked around a lot since high school I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs From keyboard man in a rock'n ska band To haulin' boss crude in the big rigs Now I've come back home to plan my next move From the comfort of my Aunt Faye's couch When I see my little cousin Janine walk in All I could say was ow-ow-ouch Honey how you've grown Like a rose Well we used to play When we were three How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree She turned my life into a living hell In those little tops and tight capris I pretended to be readin' the National Probe As I was watchin' her wax her skis On Saturday night she walked in with her date And backs him up against the wall I tumbled off the couch and heard myself sing In a voice I never knew I had before I'll teach you everything I know If you teach me how to do that dance Life is short and quid pro quo And what's so strange about a down-home family romance? One night we're playin' gin by a cracklin' fire And I figured I'd make my play I said babe with my boyish charm and good looks How can you stand it for one more day She said maybe its the skeevy look in your eyes Or that your mind has turned to applesauce The dreary architecture of your soul I said - but what is it exactly turns you off? |
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| 8. |
| 5:35 |
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She's lost - she's late
She's zooming on a couch somewhere Or high - or home I'm not supposed to call her there I wait - I smoke I stare into my coke It's happening again I tell myself that it's over and done, amen Her skin - like milk It's like she's never seen the sun Some hearts to crunch Is more like her idea of fun I know - she's ill I'm cruising for a spill I'm hanging just the same I need to be in the heat Of her cold white flame Another negative girl At the edge of the frame Deliciously toxic The original classic thing - more of the same She's in the zone Crying on the phone I need you here I'm on the street again Staggering out into the burn of the brain dead dawn To arrive in time to find her gone She's on the train To somewhere up by Fordham Road Her reptile brain Locked down and ready in combat mode Some cash - a key This guy she has to see A doctor friend uptown And maybe she gets to me when she comes back down Another negative girl Spinning out of the frame Exquisitely limpid The original classic thing - more of the same A goof - a buzz If that is what it was Then how do you explain The way she looks when she's Dragging me out to dance with her In the summer rain Another negative girl At the edge of the frame Exhausting and luscious The original classic thing - more of the same |
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| 8:22 |
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Brother in tears
Look at this chain of sorrows Stretching all the way from here and now to hell and gone I was Kid Clean She was Anne de Siecle Just a thrill away from punching through to the cosmic wow It started out good Then it got lots better Makin' up the rules as we went along But with a business like this There's an gnarly downside *I'm way deep into nothing special Riding the crest of a wave breaking just west of Hollywood Swingin' so hard We burned right through the summer Till the axis of pain/pleasure sheared the arc of desire From the Rebus affair To the streets of Culver City Places and events slip below the horizon line Now at this time Into our pretty story The truth compels us To bring a certain name Meet if you will Doctor Warren Kruger *Repeat She reached out for my hand While I watched myself lurch across the room And I almost got there Look in my eyes Can't you see the core is frozen? You can't ask me to access the dreams I don't have now Sadly for us Our little talk is over So together we'll endure the tyranny of the disallowed Don't you love Port Blanc When Hooterie is over When the girls get easy and the crowds are gone A weekend of bliss Then the rainy season *Repeat |
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