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Programa emitido a 22 de Junho de 2015
A sequência
01 - Ol’ 55
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1973
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Ol’ 55
Well, my time went so quickly
I went lickety-splitly out to my ol' fifty-five
As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy
God knows I was feeling alive
Now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade
Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer
Oh Lord, let me tell you that the feeling getting stronger
And it's six in the morning
Gave me no warning, I had to be on my way
Well, there's trucks all a-passing me, and the lights all a-flashin'
I'm on my way home from your place
And now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade
Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer
Oh Lord, let me tell you the feeling getting stronger
And my time went so quickly
I went lickety-splitly out to my ol' fifty-five
As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy
God knows I was feeling alive
And now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Freeway cars and trucks
Freeway cars and trucks
Well, my time went so quickly
I went lickety-splitly out to my ol' fifty-five
As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy
God knows I was feeling alive
Now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade
Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer
Oh Lord, let me tell you that the feeling getting stronger
And it's six in the morning
Gave me no warning, I had to be on my way
Well, there's trucks all a-passing me, and the lights all a-flashin'
I'm on my way home from your place
And now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade
Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer
Oh Lord, let me tell you the feeling getting stronger
And my time went so quickly
I went lickety-splitly out to my ol' fifty-five
As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy
God knows I was feeling alive
And now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Freeway cars and trucks
Freeway cars and trucks
02 - (Looking for) The Heart of Saturday Night
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1974
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(Looking for) The Heart of Saturday Night
Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
Barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
And you got paid on Friday, your pockets are jingling
Then you see the lights and you get all tingling
Cause you're cruising with a six
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
Then you comb your hair, you shave your face
Trying to wipe out every trace
Of all the other days in the week
You know that this'll be the Saturday you're reaching your peak
Stopping on the red, you're going on the green
Cause tonight will be like nothing you've ever seen
And you're barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
Tell me, is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing
Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smiling from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye
Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
Cause you're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumbling
You're stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
You gassed her up and you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
Barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
Is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing
Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin
And the barmaid is smiling from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye
Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumbling
Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumbling
Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
Barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
And you got paid on Friday, your pockets are jingling
Then you see the lights and you get all tingling
Cause you're cruising with a six
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
Then you comb your hair, you shave your face
Trying to wipe out every trace
Of all the other days in the week
You know that this'll be the Saturday you're reaching your peak
Stopping on the red, you're going on the green
Cause tonight will be like nothing you've ever seen
And you're barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
Tell me, is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing
Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smiling from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye
Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
Cause you're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumbling
You're stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
You gassed her up and you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
Barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
Is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing
Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin
And the barmaid is smiling from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye
Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumbling
Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumbling
Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
03 - The Piano Has Been Drinking
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1976
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The Piano Has Been Drinking
The piano has been drinking
my neck tie is asleep
and the combo went back to New York
the jukebox has to take a leak
and the carpet needs a haircut
and the spotlight looks like a prison break
cause the telephone is out of cigarettes
and the balcony is on the make
and the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking
and the menus are all freezing
and the lightman's blind in one eye
and he can't see out of the other
and the piano tuner's got a hearing aid
and showed up with his mother
and the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking
cause the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler
cream-puff casper milk toast
and the owner is a mental midget with the I.Q. of a fencepost
cause the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking
and you can't find your waitress
with a Geiger counter
and she hates you and your friends
and you just can't get served
without her
and the box-office is drooling
and the bar stools are on fire
and the newspapers were fooling
and the ashtrays have retired
and the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking
not me, not me, not me, not me, not me
The piano has been drinking
my neck tie is asleep
and the combo went back to New York
the jukebox has to take a leak
and the carpet needs a haircut
and the spotlight looks like a prison break
cause the telephone is out of cigarettes
and the balcony is on the make
and the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking
and the menus are all freezing
and the lightman's blind in one eye
and he can't see out of the other
and the piano tuner's got a hearing aid
and showed up with his mother
and the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking
cause the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler
cream-puff casper milk toast
and the owner is a mental midget with the I.Q. of a fencepost
cause the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking
and you can't find your waitress
with a Geiger counter
and she hates you and your friends
and you just can't get served
without her
and the box-office is drooling
and the bar stools are on fire
and the newspapers were fooling
and the ashtrays have retired
and the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking
not me, not me, not me, not me, not me
04 - Christmas Card From a Hooker in Minneapolis
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1978
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Christmas Card From a Hooker in Minneapolis
Hey Charlie I'm pregnant and living on 9th Street
right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue
and I stopped takin dope and I quit drinkin whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone and works out at the track
he says that he loves me even though it's not his baby
he says that he'll raise him up like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin every Saturday night
and hey Charlie I think about you everytime I pass a fillin station
on account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair
and I still have that record of Little Anthony and the Imperials
but someone stole my record player now how do you like that?
hey Charlie I almost went crazy after Mario got busted
I went back to Omaha to live with my folks
but everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison
so I came back to Minneapolis this time I think I'm gonna stay
hey Charlie I think I'm happy for the first time since my accident
and I wish I had all the money we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot and I wouldn't sell any of em
I'd just drive a different car every day dependin on how I feel
hey Charlie for chrissakes if you want to know the truth of it
I don't have a husband he don't play the trombone
I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer and Charlie hey
I'll be eligible for parole come Valentine's day
Hey Charlie I'm pregnant and living on 9th Street
right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue
and I stopped takin dope and I quit drinkin whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone and works out at the track
he says that he loves me even though it's not his baby
he says that he'll raise him up like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin every Saturday night
and hey Charlie I think about you everytime I pass a fillin station
on account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair
and I still have that record of Little Anthony and the Imperials
but someone stole my record player now how do you like that?
hey Charlie I almost went crazy after Mario got busted
I went back to Omaha to live with my folks
but everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison
so I came back to Minneapolis this time I think I'm gonna stay
hey Charlie I think I'm happy for the first time since my accident
and I wish I had all the money we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot and I wouldn't sell any of em
I'd just drive a different car every day dependin on how I feel
hey Charlie for chrissakes if you want to know the truth of it
I don't have a husband he don't play the trombone
I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer and Charlie hey
I'll be eligible for parole come Valentine's day
05 - Heartattack and Vine
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1980
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Heartattack and Vine
Liar liar with your pants on fire
white spades hangin on the telephone wire
gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line
you'll never recognize yourself on Heartattack and Vine
doctor lawyer beggar man thief
Philly Joe Remarkable looks on in disbelief
if you want a taste of madness you have to wait in line
you'll probably see someone you know on Heartattack and Vine
Boney's high on china white Shorty found a punk
don't you know there ain't no devil theres just god when he's drunk
well this stuff will probably kill you lets do another line
what you say you meet me down on Heartattack and Vine
see that little Jersey girl in the see through top
with the pedal pushers suckin on a soda pop
well I bet shes still a virgin it's only twenty-five to nine
you can see a million of em on Heartattack and Vine
better off in Iowa against your scrambled eggs
than crawlin down Cahuenga on a broken pair of legs
you'll find your ignorance is blissful every goddamn time
you're waitin for the RTD on Heartattack and Vine
Boney's high on china white Shorty found a punk
don't you know there ain't no devil thats just god when he's drunk
well this stuff will probably kill you let's do another line
what you say you meet me down on Heartattack and Vine
liar liar with your pants on fire
white spade hangin on the telephone wire
gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line
you'll never recognize yourself on Heartattack and Vine
doctor lawyer beggar man thief
Philly Joe Remarkable looks on in disbelief
if you want a taste of madness you'll have to wait in line
you'll probably see someone you know on Heartattack and Vine
see that little Jersey girl in the see through top
with the pedal pushers suckin on a soda pop
well I'll bet she's still a virgin but it's only twenty-five to nine
you can see a million of em on Heartattack and Vine
Boney's high on china white Shorty found a punk
don't you know there ain't no devil thats just god when he's drunk
well this stuff will probably kill you let's do another line
what you say you meet me down on Heartattack and Vine
Liar liar with your pants on fire
white spades hangin on the telephone wire
gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line
you'll never recognize yourself on Heartattack and Vine
doctor lawyer beggar man thief
Philly Joe Remarkable looks on in disbelief
if you want a taste of madness you have to wait in line
you'll probably see someone you know on Heartattack and Vine
Boney's high on china white Shorty found a punk
don't you know there ain't no devil theres just god when he's drunk
well this stuff will probably kill you lets do another line
what you say you meet me down on Heartattack and Vine
see that little Jersey girl in the see through top
with the pedal pushers suckin on a soda pop
well I bet shes still a virgin it's only twenty-five to nine
you can see a million of em on Heartattack and Vine
better off in Iowa against your scrambled eggs
than crawlin down Cahuenga on a broken pair of legs
you'll find your ignorance is blissful every goddamn time
you're waitin for the RTD on Heartattack and Vine
Boney's high on china white Shorty found a punk
don't you know there ain't no devil thats just god when he's drunk
well this stuff will probably kill you let's do another line
what you say you meet me down on Heartattack and Vine
liar liar with your pants on fire
white spade hangin on the telephone wire
gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line
you'll never recognize yourself on Heartattack and Vine
doctor lawyer beggar man thief
Philly Joe Remarkable looks on in disbelief
if you want a taste of madness you'll have to wait in line
you'll probably see someone you know on Heartattack and Vine
see that little Jersey girl in the see through top
with the pedal pushers suckin on a soda pop
well I'll bet she's still a virgin but it's only twenty-five to nine
you can see a million of em on Heartattack and Vine
Boney's high on china white Shorty found a punk
don't you know there ain't no devil thats just god when he's drunk
well this stuff will probably kill you let's do another line
what you say you meet me down on Heartattack and Vine
06 - 16 Shells From a Thirty-Ought-Six
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1983
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16 Shells From a Thirty-Ought-Six
I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
and the Black Crow snuck through
a hole in the sky
so I spent all my buttons on an
old pack mule
and I made me a ladder from
a pawn shop marimba
and I leaned it up against
a dandelion tree
and I filled me a sachel
full of old pig corn
and I beat me a billy
from an old French horn
and I kicked that mule
to the top of the tree
and I blew me a hole
'bout the size of a kickdrum
and I cut me a switch from a
long branch elbow
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
Well I slept in the holler
of a dry creek bed
and I tore out the buckets
from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from
a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone
tree
with the strings of a Washburn
stretched like a clothes line
you know me and that mule scrambled right through
the hole
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
Now I hold him prisoner
in a Washburn jail
that strapped on the back of my old kick mule
I bang on the strings just
to drive him crazy
I strum it loud to rattle his cage
strum it loud just to rattle his cage
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
and the Black Crow snuck through
a hole in the sky
so I spent all my buttons on an
old pack mule
and I made me a ladder from
a pawn shop marimba
and I leaned it up against
a dandelion tree
and I filled me a sachel
full of old pig corn
and I beat me a billy
from an old French horn
and I kicked that mule
to the top of the tree
and I blew me a hole
'bout the size of a kickdrum
and I cut me a switch from a
long branch elbow
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
Well I slept in the holler
of a dry creek bed
and I tore out the buckets
from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from
a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone
tree
with the strings of a Washburn
stretched like a clothes line
you know me and that mule scrambled right through
the hole
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
Now I hold him prisoner
in a Washburn jail
that strapped on the back of my old kick mule
I bang on the strings just
to drive him crazy
I strum it loud to rattle his cage
strum it loud just to rattle his cage
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
07 - Jockey Full of Bourbon
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1985
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Jockey Full of Bourbon
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I've been stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
I said, hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I've been stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
I said, hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
08 - Cold Cold Ground
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1987
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Cold Cold Ground
Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
never slept with a dream before he had to go away
there's a bell in the tower
Uncle Ray bought a round
don't worry bout the army
in the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
now don't be a cry baby
when there's wood in the shed
there's a bird in the chimney
and a stone in my bed
when the road's washed out
they pass the bottle around
and wait in the arms
of the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
there's a ribbon in the willow
and a tire swing rope
and a briar patch of berries
takin over the slope
the cat'll sleep in the mailbox
and we'll never go to town
til we bury every dream in
the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
give me a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
Blow the roof off the goat barn
let it roll down the hill
the piano is firewood
times square is a dream
I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
cold cold ground
call the cops on the Breedloves
bring a Bible and a rope
and a whole box of rebel
and a bar of soap
make a pile of trunk tires
and burn 'em all down
bring a dollar with you baby
in the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
take a weathervane rooster
throw rocks at his head
stop talking to the neighbors
till we all go dead
beware of my temper
and the dog that I've found
break all the windows in the
cold cold ground
cold cold ground
Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
never slept with a dream before he had to go away
there's a bell in the tower
Uncle Ray bought a round
don't worry bout the army
in the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
now don't be a cry baby
when there's wood in the shed
there's a bird in the chimney
and a stone in my bed
when the road's washed out
they pass the bottle around
and wait in the arms
of the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
there's a ribbon in the willow
and a tire swing rope
and a briar patch of berries
takin over the slope
the cat'll sleep in the mailbox
and we'll never go to town
til we bury every dream in
the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
give me a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
Blow the roof off the goat barn
let it roll down the hill
the piano is firewood
times square is a dream
I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
cold cold ground
call the cops on the Breedloves
bring a Bible and a rope
and a whole box of rebel
and a bar of soap
make a pile of trunk tires
and burn 'em all down
bring a dollar with you baby
in the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
take a weathervane rooster
throw rocks at his head
stop talking to the neighbors
till we all go dead
beware of my temper
and the dog that I've found
break all the windows in the
cold cold ground
cold cold ground
09 - Heigh-Ho! (The Dwarfs' Marching Song)
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1988
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10 - Black Wings
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1992
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Black Wings
Take an eye for an eye
Take an eye for an eye
Take a tooth for a tooth
Just like they say in the Bible
Never leave a trace or forget a face
Of any man at the table
Any man at the table
When the moon is a cold chiseled dagger
Sharp enough to draw blood from a stone
He rides through your dreams on a coach
And horses and the fence posts
In the moonlight look like bones.
Well they've stopped trying to hold him
With mortar, stone and chain
He broke out of every prison
Boots mount the staircase
The door is flung back open
He's not there for he has risen,
He's not there for he has risen
Well he once killed a man with a guitar string
He's been seen at the table with kings
Well he once saved a baby from drowning
There are those that say beneath his coat there are wings
Some say they fear him
Others admire him
Because he steals his promise
One look in his eye
Everyone denies
Ever having met him
Ever having met him
He can turn himself into a stranger
Well they broke a lot of canes on his hide
He was born away in a cornfield
A fever beats in his head like a drum inside
Some say they fear him
Others admire him
Because he steals his promise
One look in his eye
Everyone denies
Ever having met him
Ever having met him
11 - Come on Up to the House
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1999
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Come on Up to the House
Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lack
Come on up to the house
All your cryin don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin thru
Come on up to the house
There's no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your singin lead soprano
In a junkman's choir
You gotta come on up to the house
Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can't find no port
Come on up to the house
(Chorus)
There's nothin in the world
That you can do
You gotta come on up to the house
And you been whipped by the forces
That are inside you
Come on up to the house
Well you're high on top
Of your mountain of woe
Come on up to the house
Well you know you should surrender
But you can't let go
You gotta come on up to the house
(Chorus)
Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lack
Come on up to the house
All your cryin don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin thru
Come on up to the house
There's no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your singin lead soprano
In a junkman's choir
You gotta come on up to the house
Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can't find no port
Come on up to the house
(Chorus)
There's nothin in the world
That you can do
You gotta come on up to the house
And you been whipped by the forces
That are inside you
Come on up to the house
Well you're high on top
Of your mountain of woe
Come on up to the house
Well you know you should surrender
But you can't let go
You gotta come on up to the house
(Chorus)
12 - Alice
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2002
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Alice
It's dreamy weather we're on
You wave your crooked wand
Along an icy pond
With a frozen moon
A murder of silhouette crows I saw...
And the tears on my face
And the skates on the pond they spell Alice
I'll disappear in your name
But you must wait for me
Somewhere beneath the sea
There's the wreck of a ship
Your hair is like meadow grass
On the tide And the raindrops on my window
And the ice in my drink
Baby, all that I can think of Is Alice
Arithmetic Arithmetock I turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat
How did the razor find my throat
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier
And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
But I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice Of Alice
There's only Alice
It's dreamy weather we're on
You wave your crooked wand
Along an icy pond
With a frozen moon
A murder of silhouette crows I saw...
And the tears on my face
And the skates on the pond they spell Alice
I'll disappear in your name
But you must wait for me
Somewhere beneath the sea
There's the wreck of a ship
Your hair is like meadow grass
On the tide And the raindrops on my window
And the ice in my drink
Baby, all that I can think of Is Alice
Arithmetic Arithmetock I turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat
How did the razor find my throat
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier
And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
But I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice Of Alice
There's only Alice
13 - All the World Is Green
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2002
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All the World Is Green
I fell into the ocean
When you became my wife
I risked it all against the sea
To have a better life
Marie you're the wild blue sky
And men do foolish things
You turn kings into beggars
And beggars into kings
Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old
days again
And all the world is green
The face forgives the mirror
The worm forgives the plow
The questions begs the answer
Can you forgive me somehow
Maybe when our story's over
We'll go where it's always spring
The band is playing our song again
And all the world is green
Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old
days again
And all the world is green
The moon is yellow silver
Oh the things that summer brings
It's a love you'd kill for
And all the world is green
He is balancing a diamond
On a blade of grass
The dew will settle on our grave
When all the world is green
I fell into the ocean
When you became my wife
I risked it all against the sea
To have a better life
Marie you're the wild blue sky
And men do foolish things
You turn kings into beggars
And beggars into kings
Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old
days again
And all the world is green
The face forgives the mirror
The worm forgives the plow
The questions begs the answer
Can you forgive me somehow
Maybe when our story's over
We'll go where it's always spring
The band is playing our song again
And all the world is green
Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old
days again
And all the world is green
The moon is yellow silver
Oh the things that summer brings
It's a love you'd kill for
And all the world is green
He is balancing a diamond
On a blade of grass
The dew will settle on our grave
When all the world is green
14 - Tell It to Me
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2006
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Tell It to Me
They say you're seeing someone
you're wearing his ring
they say you laughed
when you heard my name
they say he takes you dancing
he holds you so near
they say he'll buy you anything
tell me am I foolish
I don't believe these stories
I'll be coming home soon
Louise Louise
if it's true
tell it to me
I know you will not see me
but I know you have a daughter
I hear she has my eyes
they say she calls him father
and he's proud of her
even believes all of your lies
but for all your faithless beauty
I'd give all my tomorrows
if you're still thinking of me
Louise Louise
if it's true
tell it to me
They say you're seeing someone
you're wearing his ring
they say you laughed
when you heard my name
they say he takes you dancing
he holds you so near
they say he'll buy you anything
tell me am I foolish
I don't believe these stories
I'll be coming home soon
Louise Louise
if it's true
tell it to me
I know you will not see me
but I know you have a daughter
I hear she has my eyes
they say she calls him father
and he's proud of her
even believes all of your lies
but for all your faithless beauty
I'd give all my tomorrows
if you're still thinking of me
Louise Louise
if it's true
tell it to me
15 - Bad as Me
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2011
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Bad as Me
You’re the head on the spear
You’re the head on the spear
You’re the nail on the cross
You’re the fly in my beer
You’re the key that got lost
You’re the letter from Jesus on the bathroom wall
You’re mother superior in only a bra
You’re the same kind of bad as me
I’m the hat on the bed
I’m the coffee instead
The fish or cut bait
I’m the detective up late
I’m the blood on the floor
The thunder and the roar
The boat that won’t sink
I just won’t sleep a wink
You’re the same kind of bad as me
No good you say
Well that’s good enough for me
You’re the wreath that caught fire
You’re the preach to the choir
You bite down on the sheet
But your teeth have been wired
You skid in the rain
You’re trying to shift
You’re grinding the gears
You’re trying to shift
And you’re the same kind of bad as me
They told me you were no good
I know you’ll take care of all my needs
You’re the same kind of bad as me
I’m the mattress in the back
I’m the old gunnysack
I’m the one with the gun
Most likely to run
I’m the car in the weeds
If you cut me I’ll bleed
You’re the same kind of bad as me
You’re the same kind of bad as me
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