Her sweet perfume she craftily has released
Her sweet perfume she craftily has released
She calls to me as I calmly stand
Evoking dreams of a distant feast
Dissolving with the awakening sting of sand
The wind, it blows so strongly across the land
The wind, it blows so strongly across the land
I gaze across to the swollen moon
My steed responds to my steady hand
And race together we into the dusts of June
Through a crater deep there whistles a mournful tune
Through a crater deep there whistles a mournful tune
The hills reflect on their glory past
While 'cross the lands are their ashes strewn
Until the reckoning comes to nothing at last
Atop the crimson cliffs do the trees hold fast
Atop the crimson cliffs do the trees hold fast
Yea, rooted in the blood of worth
Is life for future trials amassed
Awaiting the dread decision of someone's birth
I pause among them, breathing the scent of the earth
I pause among them, breathing the scent of the earth
I listen for stories they might relate
Of bountiful seasons or woeful dearth
But only hear what words are unable to state
So shall we dwell upon the whims of fate
So shall we dwell upon the whims of fate
Between the droppings of man and beast
Are years of knowledge, achievements great
Yet those who perish the soonest will suffer the least
Yes, those who perish the soonest will suffer the least
Give me a Man who sits on his can And bravely consumes his beer Give me a Lass who sits on her ass And scarcely sheds a tear Give me a Boy whose favorite toy Plugs into the rear Of the family shrine, the Essence Divine Recording and hoarding the shallow rewarding To play the bore once more the following day -- Sing hey! for the life of a husband and wife Who sit in their own front row With their children nearby, each glazing eye Reflecting the virulent glow Prancing, entrancing, the images dance And encushion the sinister blow Let's drink when we think of the festering stink Of the brains that decay into curds and whey As we all go gathering blathering babbling boobs -- In front of the tubes Hooray!
I have a little packet Just a little packet That comforts me whenever life is brash Be I on my favorite horse I should never set my course Upon the trail without my little stash You can have your fancy tights And your solar powered lights And your plastic bottle strapped against your thigh But should I wander off Without my stroganoff That is the day that surely I would Die -- That is the day that surely I would dieThere once was a day When my life was as gray As the clouds which covered the hills I set forth for the saddle Prepared to do battle Against the darkest of ills The Poet implied Though he surely has lied That the path less taken is wise But I fled from my post At the sight of the host Which teemed before my eyes Which teemed before my eyes They beamed and dreamed and schemed unseemingly Much to my great surprise -- I was frightened (He was frightened) And enlightened (So enlightened) And I knew that I could never find escape, escape From the helmets and the packs From the litter and the tracks Of the hunters and the hikers And the gliders and the bikers And I found myself just wishing for one thing (One thing) Just one thing (One thing, yes, one thing to whip him into shape)
Just -- one little packet One tiny little packet Will make the world so jolly and serene Mushrooms never taste so fine As with sour cream and wine And served over noodles au tureen Yes, one little packet One tiny little packet I'll carry with me everywhere I go To ease the stress and pains Of our civilized remains And I hope you have enjoyed our little show -- We hope you have enjoyed our little show The End!
There is a light at the end of the tunnel Sailing forth on silver beams to ease our souls Oh, let us raise up our hands in supplication While we humbly bow our heads in thankful prayer[full chorus, Dixieland tempo with band]Facing bravely the piercing light we stand and ponder On our visions, good intentions, and our sins Judgement waits for those few who stumble farther 'Til they touch the very edges of our past
Will we walk on the earth and see its beauty As the scars of past ambition slowly heal Or will the dogs roam in packs across the desert Fiercely tearing through the remnants of our greed
There is a light at the end of the tunnel Let us stretch our fingers forth to grasp its dreams 'Til confusion, noise, and pain should overwhelm us And then blissful darkness settle on our gravesOur very actions return upon us Hear the children cry in hunger and slowly die It's the last fair deal gone down, sweet lord For from nothing to nothing only can we go
And when we lie beneath the valley Hear the earth whisper truth into our souls Yea, when our bones return to ashes It'll be harder than hell to knock on heaven's gate It'll be harder than hell to knock on heaven's gate It'll be harder than hell to knock on heaven's gate
part one: squirrely in the morning [intrumental: slow, wailing (whining?) blues]
So tired of lying around
So tired of sitting
So tired of wondering about
What I'll do tomorrow
Poking my nose in the cupboard
Waiting for the check to come
(Yeah, we all go through that sometimes, don't we?)
And tonight my bed will be cold, cold, cold
And dark
Dark as the corners of my soul
I've been thinking such thoughts lately as
How this came to be
How things could have been otherwise
An exercise in futility
If I could have acted it all out all over again
Perhaps I'd have tried a bit harder
Then again, I might have realized sooner
Just how it would end
But such speculation is rather meaningless now
And how
How I need to make my own way once again
You see, honey, I've lost a few of my old talents
Which allowed me to get by in the past
Such as how to approach a good-looking woman
And say "Would you like to dance"
Sure, I'd still love to do it
If I had the chance
But now, well, I'm just putting on a sweater
And pouring another cup of coffee
Yes, I'm standing right here, staring out my window
At the Mountain
The Mountain so black in the early morning
All my life I'd been looking for someone like you
To end this strife I'd unwillingly been through
As husband and wife I thought that we could make do
When suddenly your knife cut my existence in two
And waking, shaking, breaking
Taking my will, my thrill, my dawn
You are gone
The panhandlers call out "Hey, Brother, hey!"
But I just walk on by
You see, I'm an only child
Borne out of the wild
And although I'm not totally unacquainted with the concept
Of getting disgustingly drunk
Right now I'm in too much of a funk
To let the barriers fall
That all-important conditional
For pleasure is transitional
Does it matter at all
Perhaps I falsify the feeling
Perhaps I should be kneeling
But who cares, I
Pretend to sell my wares
Until the bitter and revealing end
Where I predictably have no friends
What the hell, I made my choice
The voice of a jaded fatalist
Just because I have soft fingers
Doesn't mean I'm a soft touch
I'm simply too tired to feel guilty
So what if it predicts an interdict
I came out of the well
Which digs to the core of the bore
Who pursues democracy
Who may be me -- let us see
Who will win in defining sin
I won't hold my breath
Anyway, it's almost time for my death
So don't trouble yourself about me any longer, babe
I'm feeling stronger
With every step I take
Away from reality
Feeling so lonely; I don't know what to do Said I'm feeling so lonely; I don't know what to do When I'm so scared of people, yet I want to meet them tooNow I like to be alone, safe and warm in my home (Yeah, I'm just a home boy, don't you know) Yes, I love to be alone, safe and warm in front of the fire But sometimes I wish I could share it With someone whom I could desire (Just a little bit, anyway -- lust in moderation)
And you know there'll come a time when I won't sit and wait Yes, the time is just about here; I'll no longer hesitate I'll bite the bullet and go out looking And hope that I won't be too late
Now just how do you go about doing it It's all new to me, actually Said, I could use a few little pointers I'm just a beginner, don't you see All I can see is a meat market And that don't quite appeal to me (Maybe I need some of those feedlot hormones)
I see all the men here, glancing at the pretty faces (Yeah, you want to know what I see) Lord, I see a bunch of drunkards Checking out the latest piece of tail (Trying to make a sale) Am I supposed to be a part of that Well, it seems to me rather pale
Can you feel it Can you hear it Yeah We could go on like this all night You girls don't have any school tomorrow, do you And I'm sure you have your ID with you Yeah, you know what I'm taking about I hope I don't need any permission from your parents Ah, here we go now, here we go...I don't really care if you're seeing another man I won't argue with you if you've got another plan I'm not about to make any sort of effort to understand All that I want right now is a warm gun in my hand Closing off the future Without any sort of suture Guns do more than make a hole, don't you know
I be lonely in a crowd, I be lonely in the store I be lonely in a bar, I be lonely with a -- well, I'm Feeling so lonely, I don't know what to do I wonder what would happen if I could be alone with you (Not much, I imagine)
Cigarette smoke makes me ill, I can't dance a bit I'm allergic to dogs, and I can't stand that goddamn TV bullshit Lord, I don't know what to do When I hate almost everything that you love, Babe, well -- You know I'm in a stew
All you white women All you white women Get up and Dance Let me see you shake your hips now Feel those hormones flowing Search for that authentic experience I don't care I'm a man I just sit here and Play with my Instrument[intrumental: dense and intense]All you chicks up front now In the deaf peoples' section Let me see you jiggle Jiggle-o Jiggle-o Jiggle jiggle-o Let me hear those bells on your ankles now Mmm, smell that patchouli Let your beads swing through the air I don't care I'm a man I just sit here and Play with my Instrument
So I ask you very nicely, as you sit with your tea Is there anybody out there who feels sorry for me, I am Feeling so lonely, feeling so lonely Feeling so blue-hoo, and oh-only you Can do it, right through it Anyone else would screw it For me
I think too much; I drink too much And leave too little time for such-and-such Feeling so lonely, I don't know what to do I worry and I scurry for another drink a brew or two[instrumental: punk segue into honky tonk]If you're feeling down, well just grab a cup It's fast and it's cheap and it picks you up Feeling so lonely, I'm not doing too well I lie right down and listen to the tolling of the distant bell
He's in Hell He's in Taco Hell What prices must he pay to get away Oh God he cannot stand the smell
The intricate confusion Olfactory contusion And sinister inclusion of a bean and lard infusion
There's no one to console us He sacrifices vanity A figment of humanity With every fragrant bolus Of gases that he passes
He's in Hell, he's in Hell He's in Taco Taco Hell He's in Hell, he's in Hell He's in Taco Taco Hell
Gotta get out, gotta get out of this town Gotta get out, gotta get out of this town I've made my decision It's time to let some people down[instrumental: honky tonk]Dropping the load Eating the code Burning the bridges and hitting the road Gotta get out, gotta get out of this town There ain't no use in my just / just sitting around
Finding my kicks Getting my fix Feeling my conscience playing its tricks Gotta get out, gotta get out Off of my seat and up and about It's use it or lose it I'm doing no good in this neighborhood I be coming home at a half past four Pick my dirty laundry off the living room floor Feeling so lonely, it's time to take the dive How can I be alive if I don't get up and jump jump jive
Diddle to the left Diddle to the right Diddle all you want But do it out of sight Yep how, ya zippa loppa lippa dippa dee Diddle diddle diddle diddle dee[instrumental: big band à la Benny Goodman "King Porter Stomp"]Hey there, daddy, what you think you be do A-grinning like a monkey in a zug zug zoo A-thinking of a-ending your fidelity Diddle diddle diddle diddle dee
Now at the parties you're quite a sight Diddle around to the end of the night A-dibble and a-dabble 'til you fine a gonna be Diddle diddle diddle diddle dee
Dip it to the left Dip it to the right Dip it all you want But keep it out of sight Hep hep, ya live a love a dipping in a she Diddle diddle diddle diddle dee
So put your horn back in your pocket It belongs in a different socket If you wanna keep your family, don't Diddle diddle diddle diddle dee[instrumental: big band "climax" à la Cab Calloway]Diddle to the left Diddle to the right Diddle all you want But do it out of sight Hi ho, ma greenie weenie leena horna vee Diddle diddle diddle diddle dee
Now you're coming home at a half past two You better think twice before dropping that shoe Your travel bag's a-sitting there on the shelf 'Cause your wife's been a-diddling someone else That's a she be toke a do be do to survive Diddling down in the diddling dive
Hoo law, mah zug a later fiddle dee dee Come on, baby, won't you diddle with me? Don't give me none of that there hotel jive, let's Diddle around in the diddle dive
Zoo-bow, me gooba-daddy doing my ba-duty Hey now, me hitting on a real nice cutie Bedding down a quarter bait her honey bee hive Diddle around in the diddle dive
Scoobiddy dow, yeah, my job I ain't a-shirking Watch out, baby, got my rooga later working Get ready for a knocking outta rocks alive Mojo city in the diddle dive
Whoa now, honey, don't that feel so nice? Doing it once just don't suffice Dippity doo dah, mah zip it arrive Dipping it down in the dipping dive[short piano sequence à la 1920's Ellington]
Packing it in and a so long, ma Hopping along on a nga-nga-nga Gypping and gin and a jumping jive Singing and sin in the diddle diveYee-hah, the fillies rope a dope in the hay Baby, there's a not much else to say And that there's the story of the folks that thrive, doing Diddle dee dee in the diddle dee dive
Can all of you see That now we're free We've come a long way, Baby From shining the shoes To making the news We've come a long way, Baby[instrumental: more of the same]Now notice, please Our rhythmic ease We shuffle and dance When we get the chance And sing the blues 'Cause we've paid our dues We've come a long way, Baby
Now don't you know How a couple of crows Can make a buck With a little luck When we show some class And kiss some ass We've come a long way, Baby We've come a long way, Baby We've come a long way, Baby
Scoobiddy dah Hoobiddy hah Pack-a-daddy doo, zoom, zoomLa-ba-doo-ba-dee-dee Scoo-ba-da-biddy-doo Zoom, godda-da-vee, noo-ma-nah, nah, nitty Goo-ba-daddy loo-ba-daddy loo-ma-cah-cah Zug-ba-a-ah, labble fooble labble dooble labble Coonie woonie little doonie noo-ah, hah Soo-ee-ee-ee, coo-ma-nah, nah, nah, nah Hootchie-cootchie itchy-bitchy zoo-biddy-dah
all of my life I run from a fear
of having no way to settle my debts
and my soul replies by shutting its doors
to the charity of my neighbors
charity of my neighbors
no endowment exists for the one who survives
at the cost of playing the hourly game
no shelter for the homeless dreams I've banished
no album for the thoughts that are fading
album for the thoughts that are fading
starving but fat, I gorge on the pictures
and sounds digested and dumped on my plate
my palate is a victim of the blind man's bluff
my senses are wandering beggars
senses are wandering beggars
[intrumental: more of the same]
I try to awaken to the deadening threats
that are sending me running through a maze while clutching
those shreds remaining of my heart's endeavor
they'll pry them from my cold, dead fingers
pry them from my cold, dead fingers
I strive for a passion, for an art, for a culture
existing for more than the next new toy
if the salesmen come to indenture my wonder
they'll pry it from my cold, dead fingers
pry it from my cold, dead fingers
standing up straight, I look you in the eye
you're losing your power to fasten your clamps
I say it to the ones who would take away my name
you'll pry it from my cold, dead fingers
pry it from my cold, dead fingers
I say it to the ones who would take away my name
you'll pry it from my cold, dead fingers
[closing intrumental: variations with solos by
mountain dulcimer, accordian, bouzouki, and bagpipes(!)]
On the range, life is too strange
We think the city is oh, so pretty
But we would never be caught without our ten gallon hats
(white or black)
Through Jesus, we banish the temptations of Venus
Saying our prayers and sucking on --
[Well, you get the idea]
(check your zipper) [instrumental: rap (or is that a contradiction in terms?)]
sitting on a bench for a chance at a dance with the candy glass white collar way to advance show your grade and what you made for the last twenty year list points good and bad put your references here what experience you had find the best dump the rest now just a little time to take a final test bend over say ahhare you ready for the steady check you're looking quite fine to get a dime for your time in the percolator mine put your resume there at the top of the pile then wait a week or two while we check your credit file that's all for now son take a minute with the staff if you walk out the door and the people start to laugh check your zipper
got a new account take a minute to review the strategy meeting is scheduled for two you can download the spread from the server drive G: simply generate some charts for the big boy to see do a little dog and pony and wrap it up cute then run it up the pole to see if they salute see you later alligator
bidding in the bullpen is looking pretty mean but a hot tip is coming through the fax machine time to bracket with futures for a leveraged buy then hold on disclosure and sell a piece of pie just corner some action and jack up the gun then drop the whole scene and pay the mail and run sold american
Well, Stockman's that evening was dead So I went down to Charly's instead And I saw me a lass With a beautiful ass And so starts this story of dreadCHORUS: I'll never do patchouli anymore I'll never do patchouli anymore For she came within a nick Of cutting off my prick Oh, I'll never do patchouli anymore
Well, I went to that pretty little belle And said "Hey there, babe, you look swell!" But an odor reached my nose Which has never seen a rose And I said "Oh my Lord, what's that smell?"
[CHORUS]
Well, I took her to a Clint Eastwood flick And my little filly said "This is sick! They glorify guns And make money by the tons!" I said "Baby, that's what makes this country tick!"
[CHORUS]
Well, I took her to the Horsemen to eat And she took one look at the meat A lecture ensued On the nature of my food And I said "By golly, ain't that neat?"
[CHORUS]
Well, I knew I was a handsome young hunk So I took her to my little ol' bunk But my garbage caught her eye And I started to sigh As she talked of recycling my junk
[CHORUS]
Well, I mounted her base with my bat And pretty soon, well, that was that She said "Hold on there Man, I knew you were square But I never thought you'd be flat!"
[CHORUS]
Well, her delicate throat I did throttle 'Til her face turned all purple and mottled But she reached out her hand To make a last stand And she bashed in my brain with a bottle
[CHORUS]
Well, she called me a chauvinist pig And threatened to cut off my fig She brandished a knife And grabbed my reason for life And I said -- "Hey Sister, Peace, No Violence, Don't You Dig?"
[CHORUS]
Well, that is the end of my tale They hauled me right off to the jail And I'll be more careful when They release me from the pen But my prick will be hearty and hale
CHORUS: I'll never do patchouli anymore I'll never do patchouli anymore For she came within a nick Of cutting off my prick I'll never do patchouli I learned my lesson truly I'll never do patchouli anymore Yee-hah!
I come home at the end of the day Earning a chunk of my pay I sit on my back porch with a bottle of brew And I stare into the sky The clouds just passing by Then I reach for a pencil and scratch down a verse or two[instrumental with lead fiddle]'Cause I'm a working class poet Punch in my soul each night Minimum wage for having second sight Gazing across the land With a pencil and beer in my hand Sketching my dreams It seems that the world's all right
Now my next door neighbors think I'm not right in the head And my old lady would rather have me in bed But the stars call out to me With piercing harmony Exposing a little piece of eternity
'Cause I'm a working class poet Punch in my soul each night Minimum wage for having second sight Gazing across the land With a pencil and beer in my hand Sketching my dreams It seems that the world's all right
Golden, the setting sun breaks through the pewter thunderheads Revealing bronze upon the mountain sides between the shining trees I close my eyes, and far above the snow-capped peaks I see my home Forget my burdens and my sins, I join the windThe Circular File'Cause I'm a working class poet Punch in my soul each night Minimum wage for having second sight Gazing across the land With a pencil and beer in my hand Sketching my dreams It seems that the world's all right I go to work, 'cause I'm a working class poet I do my work, 'cause I'm a working class poet I love my work, and I'm a working class poet