Grant Lee Buffalo

(A phrase - Spoken)

If I was the Lone Ranger
Hiding behind a mask
Wouldn't be any danger
To the questions I ask
What ya say Pocahontas
Trade in your feathers and beads
For an electric blanket
And a packet of cigs
You bet
That's what she said

If I had me a needle
For every bubble that popped
Bind them all up like one
You would hear that pin drop
Like a gun shot
Like a shot

And if I was a world leader
Would not mislead the world
I would not miss anything
Miss America knows
That it's only a pageant
That it's only a show
Isn't even film in the camera
These aren't even my clothes
No no no no
Miss America knows

Ah ooh ooh

You remember Houdini
Who not a shackle could hold
Carved a trap door into heaven
To escape growin' old
Guess he just couldn't hack it
Bundled up for the cold
Double-breasted straightjacket
French handcuffs of gold
No no no no
He escaped growin' old
The growing old
Oh oh oh

We've only just begun to live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we're on our way
We've only begun

Before the rising sun we fly
So many roads to choose
We start off walking and learn to run
And yes, we've just begun

Sharing horizons that are new to us
Watching the signs along the way
Talking it over, just the two of us
Working together day to day, together

And when the evening comes, we smile
So much of life ahead
We'll find a place where there's room to grow
And yes, we've just begun

Sharing horizons that are new to us
Watching the signs along the way
Talking it over, just the two of us
Working together day to day, together, together

And when the evening comes, we smile
So much of life ahead
We'll find a place where there's room to grow
And yes, we've just begun

You just have to be crazy don't you
You just have to be out of your mind
You just have to be crazy don't you
You just have to be
True or not
True or not

You just have to be touched don't you
You just have to be tapped on the head
You just have to be crazy don't you
You just have to be
True or not
True or not
True or not
You just have

You just have to be starry baby
You just have to be chocolate cake
You just have to be starry baby
You just have to be chocolate cake
True or not
True or not
True or not
You just have

Na na na

True or not
True or not

I hear you America snoring
I hear you America snoring

Did ya see it on TV
Or in your own backyard
Gate's LAPD
And they called The National Guard
Then the tanks came rolling down
Sunset Boulevard
And I hear America snoring

They want ta' legislate the moon
They want ta' legislate the womb
They wanna legislate all the things they hate
They want ta' legislate this tune
And I hear America snoring snoring
I hear you America snoring snoring

Give wind time to blow
The rooster to crow
Plug my ears but I hear
America

Oh oh oh

See the shoemaker and his shoes
Sliver needle thread and glue
He's closing up the shop
Move it all to Timbuktu
Where the labor force is cheap
And the rivers there run deep
But I hear America snoring
I hear you America snoring snoring America
I hear you America snoring snoring America
I hear

Ooh Jambalaya
Ooh Jambalaya

It was muggy July around supper time
When I pulled into New Orleans
I got dropped off at South Rampart Street
I was hungry for a plate of greens

I made my way down the banquette
Where I could see an open door
And overhead a sign made of painted pine read
The Dixie Drug Store

Peppers and roots were hanging
From the rafters above
There were oils and sprays all on display
For money luck and for love

I reached down to pick one up
When a dark hand grabbed my arm
And before I could see just who it was
She said you don't want that charm

Ooh Jambalaya

The last man to walk that thing out of here
Just up and disappeared
Found his wallet and his wingtip shoes
Near a tombstone down in Algiers

What you need my travelling friend
Is a place to wash your jeans
And I wouldn't be the least surprised
If you were hungry for a plate of greens

She beckoned me on up the stairs
For she'd done made up her mind
Said take off your hat and kick off your boots
And leave your pride behind

Ooh Jambalaya

She took me down to a secret place
In the bayou of her blankets
She offered to share her bourbon
I thanked her then I drank it

Thru a small crack in the ceiling
Burst the Louisiana moon
It shone down on our bodies
And we began to croon

Like a couple of coyotes
We were howling thru the night
And I swear they were a beatin' those
Congo drums outside

Ooh Jambalaya

We laughed until the mornin'
By then my pants had dried
I picked up my hat and pulled on my boots
And I gathered up my pride

I figured she had done stepped out
I didn't see her anywhere
And I set out to find her
I headed on downstairs

Got down to the bottom
I couldn't believe my eyes
Gone were all the bottles
And the remedy supplies

Ooh Jambalaya

I shouted out for Marie
I darted out the door
An old man on the wooden porch said
What you in there for

Son you got no business
The hoodoo store's been closed
Long as I remember
A century I suppose

But Mister I just spent the night
With a young gal named Laveau
He said the Widow Paris
Done had a little laugh on you

I said you mean to tell me
That was the voodooin'
He nodded yes none other
The Queen of New Orleans

Ooh Jambalaya (Scraps of phrases - Till the end)
Ooh Jambalaya
Ooh Jambalaya
Ooh Jambalaya
Ooh Jambalaya
Ooh Jambalaya

Steel mill streets overrun
The ghost of cars in the yard
Sunflower speaks of a one
Of a one
Engines purr up above
The L train roars like our love
Like our love

I can hide in you
In your chestnut hair
I'll confide in you
Whisper in your ear
When the earth is ripe
All the worms wake up
In their stars and stripes
And their swastikas
There's a cure in sight
Set your soul at ease
For the red and white
And the blue disease

La la la

Got you on the Handycam fits in my hand
Got you on the Handycam
Got you on the Handycam fits in my hand
Fits in my hands in my green light I
Got you on the Handycam fits in my hand
Got you on the Handycam
Got you on the Handycam fits in my hand
Fits in my hands in my
Got you on the Handycam fits in my hand
Got you on the Handycam green light I
Got you on the Handycam fits in my hand
Sits in my hands in my green light I
On the Handycam fits in my hand
Got you on the Handycam green light I
Got you on the Handycam
Got you on the Handycam
My ooh ooh ooh
Got you on the Handycam

Down in my soul
Moon River flows
All my trials
All my trials
Will halt

The soft wolf tread
Thru Emerald Forest he was lookin' to make a bed
There in the spindly thicket softly did he tread
The soft wolf tread

Sure was starved
And thru his silver coat his ribs shown sharply carved
The hand that feeds was pickin' weeds
Sure looked starved

Up comes Hood he's beautiful
As a sirloin steak to a pit bull chained up
It's good to see such an old friend again
Such an old friend again
Such an old friend again

Then he said
Dear Hood what brings you to this neck of the woods
In your scarlet cape and your basket full of grapes
What lures you to the woods

The soft wolf tread
The clearing and he's nervously tugging on his earring
He talked how good such an old friend again
Such an old friend again
Such an old friend again

Oh
Such an old
Such an old
Such an old
Ooh ooh ooh

And then he spun
A twisted tale 'bout a child who cried his name
So many times that even when he yelled no one ever came

The soft wolf tread
The soft wolf tread
The soft wolf tread
Well he tread and tread and tread and tread
Yeah an old friend again
Such an old friend again
Such an old friend again

There's one thing I tell you friend
I don't believe in supermen
Who fly thru the clouds above the rest
I don't believe in the best

And I never wanted to fight with you
It's just the last thing that I wanna do
But you're so afraid to look at love
Gotta let it all go this cut-above stuff

'Cause this is the hook that drags you
This is the hook in the crook of your neck
It's the hook that snags you
This is the hook

And there's one thing I tell you friend
All of our trials gonna come to an end
And you and I we're gonna fall
Like we never have stood on this little earth at all

'Cause this is the hook that drags you
This is the hook in the crook of your neck
It's the hook that snags you
This is the hook in the crook of your neck
It's hook that drags you
This is the hook

Oh oh oh

See the end see the end of time
From the widow's walk I feel the undertow
It grows and my fishin' pole
Like a willow bends toward the blackest hole
To the hole
See the film see the black and whites
Circle stationed stupid to the tape that rolls
My soul receives another blow
From the flashlight of the city hate line
Oh oh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I wish you well
I tell you that it can be helped
I told you it can be helped

See the bad dreams that you speak about
And all the things you bring to light are comin' down
Now everybody hit the ground
Fear is on the march and in the lost and found
These are the times to read between the lines
Yeah my truck runneth over false prophet signs
And road blocks
In the road

I wish you well
I tell you that it can be helped
I told you it can be helped
I told you it can be helped

(Los Angeles has been hit - Spoken)

Newspaper cloaks to wrap the truth
Propagand-acid dropped on the youth
It's easy to see like pulling a tooth
No one in line in the ballot booth
The Dragon down south may blow some smoke
Even the Jester is drummin' up votes
They talk about building morale and hope
They're just building bigotry a better rope
One that won't break one you can't even see
One made of paper and policies

I wish you well
I tell you that it can be helped
I told you it can be helped
It can be helped
Oh but it can be helped

Bring me home
To this house of many days
Just lay me on the floor
Hard and cool as slate
You know I love it more and more
Than before I ran away
It triggers off so many hurts
Hurtful words and broken plates

I've been lied to
Now I'm Fuzzy
I've been lied to

All and all
The world is small enough for both of us
To meet upon the interstate
Waiting on a train
And just when those big arms lift up
Fall in love with no time to say it

And I would have liked to
Now I'm Fuzzy
I would have liked to
Now I'm Fuzzy
Fuzzy now

Here we are
In our car
Driving down the street
We're looking for a place to stop
Have a bite to eat
We hunger for a bit of faith
To replace the fear
We water like a dead bouquet
Does no good does it dear

And I've been lied to
Now I'm Fuzzy
We've been lied to
Now we're Fuzzy
Fuzzy now
Lied to.

Just a girl who can't say no
And her sweetheart on parole
Parents named her Jupiter
To bless her with a lucky soul
He's a boy who never cried
When they locked him up inside
And she nicknamed him her teardrop
For the tattoo by his eye

Now she's sleeping in her bed
And he's sleeping in her bed
And it's Jupiter and Teardrop
And it's Jupiter and Teardrop

She divines by radio
Pushing buttons show to show
And she wonders 'bout the fate of
Lovers in the barrio
She forgets after a while
When she tunes in on the dial
Jackie Wilson's Lonely Teardrops
And she drives another mile

Now she's sleeping in her bed
And he's sleeping in her bed
And it's Jupiter and Teardrop
And it's Jupiter and Teardrop
And it's Jupiter and Teardrop

And they want to have a child
Walk together down the aisle
But the world they live in is mean
And it's built on sheer denial
The phone rings it's for her
Got to see ya Jupiter
I'm in trouble with the law
Bring my 38 caliber

Now she's sleeping in her bed
As she pulls the phone plug dead dead
And it's Jupiter and Teardrop
And it's Jupiter and Teardrop
And it's Jupiter and Teardrop oh
And it's Jupiter and Teardrop
And it's Jupiter and Tear oh
And it's Jupiter and Tear
Oh oh
Ooh ooh ooh

Are we still on the phone
With the lady Anna Clarke and her trumpet solo
Whose ghost sings for pay
In the blue billiard room of the Monterey
For room and for board
And the backdoor key is a 19th century civil war sword
Once owned by John Booth
Who misplaced his script wen he caught his leather boot

This could be the shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine

There's a hole in the wall
Behind the photograph of Al Capone he's a sittin' down at city hall
The police they peek thru here
And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror
But it's all in good spirits
And if you close your eyes ya can't help help but to hear 'em move

This could be the shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine

I propose a toast
To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold
Into the sun
He collapsed last summer from the heat stroke somewhere in the East Village oh
It kills me to think
That I'm no longer living just looking for excuses to drink
So lift up your glass
And you Ouija board 'cause I'm fading fading fading fast

This could be the shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine

There's a room where I can go and tell my secrets to
In my room, in my room

In this world I lock out all my worries and my cares
In my room, in my room

Do my dreaming and my scheming
Lie awake and pray

Do my crying and my sighing
Laugh at yesterday

Now it's dark and I'm alone and I won't be afraid
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room

Darlin' you can't live your life singing songs in exile,
you were born for stardom's crown and not for self denial,
so don't you close the door on fate, when she comes to call,
and tell her that you'll join her there, at the masqueraders ball,
funny how some people never love at all...

We'll take the whole shebang,
all or nothing, anything,
ecstasy's the birthright of our gang
We'll take the whole shebang,
free your heart of guilt and shame,
come and claim
what's yours the whole shebang

Nothing on this earth could hold you prisoner my dear
except for contemplations evil, brother, known as fear
but love is extraterrestrial, and love falls from the stars,
like Maxwell Demon's silver disc into this world of ours,

Kick up your heels and paint your face,
wave goodbye to yesteryear,
we could sway in outer space from the chandelier Woe,
sometimes it breaks my heart to hide my tears