| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 4:15 | 
|
|||
|
My baby nice, she'so polite
She say, "please," when she ask me, Stay the night. She's around the house, she love me so She baking up a little bit of my Rising, rising dough Good lordy God, my gosh almighty Her booty fine and it's trimmed so tidy Horseradi |
||||||
| 2. |
| 3:49 |
|
|||
|
Having been by that old bank tower,
I'm inclined to wonder why you feel so strong. You can't have really seen the hour If you think she's trying to do you wrong. I see you got that lump in your throat I hear you mumbling, "That's all she wrote." Love was |
||||||
| 3. |
| 4:04 |
|
|||
|
Cleopatra's favorite cat
Got his hands on Caesar's spats The heat was on as you could see So he front 'em to Mark Antony Said My girlfriend's cat is smarter than me My girlfriend's cat is smarter than me Caesar had a enough full clothes He saw them spats and said I like those Caesar had no thing to say except Jesu Christi Domine Et tu Brute Jesu Christi Domine Et tu Brute The senate tried to sympathize It was the cat they should despise Informant told his whereabouts Centurions to seek him out Centurions There go the centurions Cleopatra's favorite cat Cleopatra's favorite cat Brutus had to turn his head When that cat done went and said If he's got this thing for shoes He just might be ambitious too They got holidays all in his name And all a tyrant needs is fame Those fascists don't play pretty games Egypt is the place to be But Rome is a democracy Rome My girlfriend's cat is smarter than me My girlfriend's cat is smarter than me Caesar never got them back Cause they killed his ass in the second act Brutus spoke then Antony Said My girlfriend's cat is smarter than me Friends Romans can't you see my girlfriend's cat is smarter than me Egypt's biggest rivalry Cleopatra's cat and me Cleopatra's cat and me Cleopatra's cat and me Cleopatra's cat and |
||||||
| 4. |
| 5:11 |
|
|||
|
Graphite skies of Brooklyn calmly drape Fourth Avenue
Fifteen-year-old gangsters have a honey-dipped or two In Arabic, some patrons shoot the breeze Jeez, Louise Hungry Hamed's, baby, count your change Said the food's a little funky and the atmosphere is mange Sam's upset at Hamed and Hamed's on his feet Hungry Hamed's, baby, just three blocks from Bergen Street Well, you can have a little cry, baby, you can even beg Only reason I go back is that you can't screw up an egg Sometimes they treat you worse when you say please They forget the ham or cheese Hungry Hamed's, baby, count your change Said the food's a little funky and the atmosphere is mange Sam's upset at Hamed and Hamed's on his feet Hungry Hamed's, baby, just three blocks from Bergen Street I'm beige and funky, like a rubber band I'm a lapis-eyed devil with my pen in hand It takes flour and chocolate for an angel cake Say now, Hamed, whatcha do with all them donuts that you bake. My roommates won't go with me, though it's only blocks away. Chandler holds a grudge from about five years ago today. Some sign about free soda was a scam. Well, that's Chan. Hungry Hamed's, baby, count your change Said the food's a little funky and the atmosphere is mange Sam's upset at Hamed and Hamed's on his feet Hungry Hamed's, baby, just three blocks from Bergen Street. |
||||||
| 5. |
| 4:19 |
|
|||
|
Hey now Eddie all covered in confetti
C'mon over here and gimme some of your spaghetti Hey now Ed you big biscuit head Stop cracking your toes and get your pig out my bed Hey now Mack with your head in a crack Your body in a bag and your flamingo in a sack Hey now Chester you big baby bester Who cuts your clothes the butcher or the jester? Biscuit head why you have a biscuit head Biscuit head a noteworthy biscuit head Hey now Mabel why you looking for a label I hope that uou don't get eaten in the fable Hey now Nellie with an anchor on your belly Shall I compare peanut butter to your jelly Hey now fellow rocker you're such a good talker Can't chew gum and Rockefeller from your locker Hey now Bill did you get your fill C'mon up the stairs come up and sign your will Biscuit head you got a double decker biscuit head It's got you all laid up in bed |
||||||
| 6. |
| 4:24 |
|
|||
|
Indifferent minds seek nothing,
They wait to be told They never stop talkin' The way you talk to me You give me the blues I feel like walkin' Expressions that the stories gave Share your thoughts till they walk away Revealing tales of kings and pawns, Tall grass, dragons and mountain songs Break the thread of indifference They'll suck the wind right from your soul To never listen to the voice of memory Is to die waiting for nothing I'd rather kiss the empty blue than to stand here and waiting forever on you. On a trip in this place called time, Qhere no one lives, no one to find Quiet streams of life gone by Roll down the face of lovers And in the early morning tears We cry Into each other Sew the thread of indifference It rolls on and on and on Never listen to the voice of memory Is to die waiting for nothing |
||||||
| 7. |
| 4:48 |
|
|||
|
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
And the more it rains, the less I know. Why do these foreign skies change the way home? Why do these hotel walls hang their strangeness on my own? Oh mama, I'm gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt. These wheels have rolled across I don't know how many bags of dirt Barefoot in the back of the van, toss an arcing empty soda can. Long ways, long days, waitresses frayed and underpaid we were harried and waylaid. We arrived that evening and not a moment too soon. Finding a place it was, you may say, cool. These sketches of an infinite architecture are ink and unconfirmed conjecture A dream glimpse of the puppeteer's knuckle a fragment of a fraction of a gesture Oh mama, I'm gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt. These wheels have rolled across I don't know how many bags of dirt |
||||||
| 8. |
| 3:41 |
|
|||
|
Mary Jane, Mary Jane
Please don't leave me baby I'll just find you again I asked my uncle If I could go Yes, yes, go out and take Mary Jane to the picture show But Uncle Bob sighed He could not answer He died one second before In the arms of a go-go dancer Mary Jane, Mary Jane Please don't leave me baby I'll just find you again I wanna roll you Way down in the fields Where you were born I wanna roll you When I'm ragged And forlorn You have no friend You have no pet If there's anything better than you You know they haven't found it yet Mary Jane, Mary Jane Please don't leave me baby I'll just find you again |
||||||
| 9. |
| 3:55 |
|
|||
|
All the roots in the earth
Are speaking to a heart of stone. The children can hear it in their bones, And in this stone is More than meets the mind. The particles in the air Each of each are holding hands. The music sounding is their dance, And in this dance is More than meets the eye. All our songs are somewhere else being played for us By glowing hands celestial and not there. The stars and planets in the sky Each of each are singing tunes And listening are all the moons, And in their tunes are More the meets the ear. |
||||||
| 10. |
| 3:39 |
|
|||
|
Stoop's so fine on a summer's eve
When you sit outside for a short reprieve Talk to folks as they come and leave Jono, Jay, and Crazy Steve. Night is down but it's bright as day You haven't been around since you went away Feels so good so that's what you say Folks say hi, but you say, |
||||||
| 11. |
| 3:54 |
|
|||
|
Here he come walking down the street
Got them funky ragged things on his feet He got half a busted moon in his smile Now I know he's walked that long and lonely mile He's got the waistcoat made of sad, sad, sack He see a red door and he want to paint it black He's got a vote for you now if you dare To not pretend that he's not there Yeah, he's coming down on you Yeah, what'cha you gonna do? Your the only one walking down the street He's the only one that you're likely to meet At this hour baby, You're so used to living in luxury Greed's made you blind and you just can't see So many people in the world today Who won't ever have things their own way You live protected, respected, inside the law, You're sunny-side-up, he's wearing his yolk raw You say you never took nothing he'd refuse, He's living off the crap, man, that you can't use |
||||||
| 12. |
| 4:42 |
|
|||
|
Lights on the bridges and a smokestack far away
Smoke turns to indigo in the ending business day The taxicabs' assault on the potholed asphalt They parry and lunge 'neath the thin winter sun who's Painting the bedroom grey Computer Mage, the plastic age Someday all this will be a road "Where will it take us?" "It's got seventeen lanes." "Where will it run?" "It's an interstate parkway." "Where will it go?" "It's a boot print of progress." "Where will it take us?" "It's gonna be a road, be a road." "Domesticated primates," the Leary Convict sez Sewn up together in paper foil like a pack of Pez, of course, School was a fine bunch of rehashed lines, there was Nothing really said, I could have stayed home in bed and watched Reruns of Desi Arnaz "Time is just a concept," sez Einstein's kid, the dunce. "People's way of keeping everything from happening at once Overtake the light, and time is in your sight And black holes bend the beams so nothing's where it seems and Finding out the truth could take you months." |
||||||
| 13. |
| 4:35 |
|
|||
|
Let me illuminate my interpretation
Which I will try to serve with an illustration All the beasts in the woods Bare their fangs and peddle goods Let us take the diagram, examine it in detail Some channels they are wholesale, some are retail You need only attach the tags To make merchandise of your rags Blessings and plagues descend upon the land Where are the gods to protect us? Think I see a shining hand Let us take the masses and use them as our model The rich and poor in their mansions and their hovels Will we have the option to thrive? Will there be a door to survive? |
||||||
|
