Artist: Donald Fagen Album: Kamakiriad {1993}

I was born yesterday when they brought my Kamakiri
When they handed me the keys
It's a steam-power 10, the frame is out of Glasgow
The tech is Balinese
It's not a freeway bullet or a bug with monster wheels
It's a total biosphere
Well, the farm in the back is hydroponic
Good, fresh things every day of the year
Good, fresh things every day of the year

With all screens and functions in sync lock with Tripstar
This cool rolling bubble is all set to samba
This route could be trouble
This route could be trouble

Steamin' up Trans-Island Skyway
Tryin' to make that final deadline
And if the lanes are clear I'm gonna drive a little harder
I'll be deep in the Zone by cryin' time

Say, there's a wreck on the side of the road
Lots of blood and broken glass
Well, the kid who was driving, I know from somewhere
Some kids just drive too fast
Wait just a minute, there's a beautiful survivor
With dancer's legs and laughing eyes
Come on snakehips, it's all over now
Strap in tight cos it's a long, sweet ride

Relax - put some sounds on
I'll brew up some decaf
Come on off those heels ma'am
Now breathe in and sigh out
Let's get with the program
Let's talk about the good times, honey

Steamin' up Trans-Island Skyway
Tryin' to make that final deadline
And if the lanes are clear I'm gonna drive a little harder
I'll be deep in the Zone by cryin' time

We reach the sprangle just at dawn
These little streets I used to know
Is that my father mowin' the lawn
Come on, daddy, get in, let's go
Come on, daddy, get in, let's go
Come on, daddy, get in, let's go
Come on, daddy, get in, let's go
Come on, daddy, get in, let's go
Come on, daddy, get in, let's go
Come on, daddy, get in, let's go
Come on, daddy, get in, let's go

We pull into Five Zoos past motels and drive-thrus
That noon sun is blinding cos the tidepools are boiling
Below plates are grinding
Let's talk about the good times, honey

Steamin' up Trans-Island Skyway
Tryin' to make that final deadline
And if the lanes are clear I'm gonna drive a little harder
I'll be deep in the Zone by cryin' time

Steamin' up Trans-Island Skyway
Tryin' to make that final deadline
If the lanes are clear I'm gonna drive a little harder
I'll be deep in the Zone by cryin' time

On a night like this you look up at your lover
It's like you're in some old cartoon
Then you detect the scent of faded roses
Up in the sky it's that cruel countermoon
Could that be murder you see in her eyes
You try a long and desperate kiss
You can't escape it, that beam is sure to find you

On a night like this, story is told
How the women get restless and the men grow cold
Gotham shudders, there's a chill in the air
There's a countermoon - lovers all beware

Hand in hand you walk along the river
You stop to clutch and caress
A countermoonbeam comes sweeping off the water
She goes, "You're not my Jackie, my Jackie was the best."
Spitewaves are threatening the seaside hotels
It's nasty weather for July
Last night you loved her, tonight you wonder why

On a night like this, story is told
How the women get restless and the men grow cold
Gotham shudders, there's a chill in the air
There's a countermoon - lovers all beware

At every pay phone there's somebody cryin'
All the streets are slick with tears
When you see that blue ray
There's a heartquake on the way

On a night like this, story is told
How the women get restless, men grow cold
Gotham shudders, there's a chill in the air
There's a countermoon - lovers all beware

On a night like this, story is told
How the women get restless and the men grow cold
Gotham shudders, chill in the air
There's a countermoon - lovers all beware

All beware
All beware
All beware
All beware

Here at Laughing Pines where the party never ends
There's a spicy new attraction on the Funway
You can scan yourself for traces of old heartaches
The details of desire shimmering - shimmering

Yowie, it's Connie Lee at the wheel of her Shark-de-Ville
Cruisin' at about a thousand miles an hour but the car is standin' still
So good to hear that crazy laugh, to hear her whisper, "Hold me tight."
To learn to love over again on a warm, wet April night

Swing out to Lake Nostalgia
Take Route 5 to  Laughing Pines - Laughing Pines
Get off at Funway West
Drive into Springtime
Drive into Springtime

Easter Break - '66 - a shack on Cape Sincere
Mad Mona bakin' gospel candy, it was a radical year
We get a little silly and we fall into microspace
It's even better this time around with Coltrane on the K.L.H.

Swing out to Lake Nostalgia
Take Route 5, Laughing Pines
Get off at Funway West
Drive into Springtime, Springtime
Drive into Springtime, uh huh

It's you and me honey in a crowded booth at the Smokehouse in the Sand
I'm dragging out some bad old gag when you touch my hand
At 5 a.m. we go out of this place, you look absurdly sweet
Then we hike downtown to Avenue A like we own the street

Swing out to Lake Nostalgia
Take Route 5, Laughing Pines
Get off at Funway West
Drive into Springtime

Swing out to Lake Nostalgia
Route 5, Laughing Pines - Laughing Pines
Get off at Funway West
Drive into Springtime
Drive into Springtime

Drive into Springtime
Funway West
Drive into Springtime - swing out
Drive into Springtime - swing out
Drive into Springtime - swing out

Snowbound, let's sleep in today
Wake me up when the wolves come out to play
Heat up these white nights
We're gonna turn this town into a city of lights

At nervous time we roll downtown 
We've got scenes to crash
We're gonna trick and trash
We're gonna find some fun
We hit the street with visors down
With our thermasuits sealed up tight
We can beat the freeze and get saved tonight
Let's stop off at the Metroplex
That little dancer's got some style
She's the one I'll be waiting for at the stage door

Snowbound, let's sleep in today
Wake me up when the wolves come out to play
Heat up these white nights
We're gonna turn this town into a city of lights

We take the tube to Club Hi Ho 
It's about deadspace
It's a marketplace
And a party house too
Something new from Charlie Tokyo
It's a kind of pyramid
With a human heart beating in an ion grid 
A critic grabs us and says without a smile
The work seduces us with light 
Eviva laughs and we step out into the blue-white night

Snowbound, let's sleep in today
Wake me up when the wolves come out to play
Heat up these white nights
We're gonna turn this town into a city of lights

We sail our icecats on the frozen river 
Some loser fires off a flare, amen 
For seven seconds it's like a Christmas day 
And then it's dark again 
Oh, then it's dark again 

Snowbound, let's sleep in today
Wake me up when the wolves come out to play
Heat up these white nights
We're gonna turn this town into a city of lights

Snowbound, let's sleep in today
Wake me up when the wolves come out to play
Heat up these white nights
We're gonna turn this town into a city of lights

Our town is just like any other
Good citizens at work and play
Normal folks doin' business in the normal way
This morning was like any other
Mommies kissing daddies goodbye
Then the milkman screamed and pointed up at the sky

From Sheilus to the reefs of Kizmar
From Stargate and the Outer Worlds
They're speeding towards our sun on a party run
Here come Tomorrow's Girls, Tomorrow's Girls

You see them on the grass at lunch hour
Soaking up the vertical rays
In their summer dresses a little smile can really make your day
Their kisses feel like real kisses
And when they cry they cry real tears
But what's left in your arms when the static clears

They're landing on the Jersey beaches
Their engines make the white sand swirl
The heat is so intense Earth men have no defense
Against Tomorrow's Girls, Tomorrow's Girls

In the cool of the evening in the last light of the triple sun
I wait by the go-tree when the day's busy work is done
Soon the warm night breezes start to rolling in off the sea
Warm night breezes rolling in off the sea
Yes, at lantern time that's when you come to me - come to me 

Our home is just like any other
We're grillin' burgers on the back lawn
Some time goes by, we fall asleep with the TV on
Dream about a laughing angel
Then the laugh becomes a furious whine
Look out fellas it's shredding time

They're mixing with the population
A virus wearing pumps and pearls
Lord help the lonely guys hooked by those hungry eyes
Here come Tomorrow's Girls

From Sheilus to the reefs of Kizmar
From Stargate and the Outer Worlds
They're speeding towards our sun on a party run
Here come Tomorrow's Girls, Tomorrow's Girls
Tomorrow's Girls

You're not my Ruthie, you're not my Debbie
You're not my Shirley, you're one of Tomorrow's Girls
You're not my Nancy, you're not my Barbie
You're not my Betty, you're one of Tomorrow's Girls
You're not my Julie, you're not my Chloe
You're not my Judy, you're one of Tomorrow's Girls
You're not my Rona, you're not my Mona
You're not my Sara, you're one of Tomorrow's Girls
You're not my Lucy, not my Linda
You're not my Lucy, you're one of Tomorrow's Girls
You're not my Joanie, not my Julie
You're not my Josie, you're one of Tomorrow's Girls
You're not my Dotty, not my Lolly
You're not my Lina, you're one of Tomorrow's Girls
You're not my Cindy, not my Mindy
Not my Sally, you're one of Tomorrow's Girls
You're not my sister, you're not my mother
Significant other, you're one of Tomorrow's Girls
You're not my Ellie, not my Annie
You're not my Suzie, you're one of Tomorrow's Girls
You're not my Annie, you're not my Lannie
You're not my Carrie, you're one of Tomorrow's Girls
You're not my Brandy, you're not my water
You're not my Sonya, you're one of Tomorrow's Girls

When the cold wind comes I go where the dahlias bloom
I keep drifting back to your Florida room

Start on Key Plantain, walk a tropical mile
You'll see a house in the Spanish style
There's a room in back with a view of the sea
Where she sits and dreams - does she dream of me

When summer's gone I get ready
To make that Carribee run
Got to have some time in the sun

When the cold wind comes I go where the dahlias bloom
I keep drifting back to your Florida room

Well, she's dressed too warm for this latitude
We go out to lunch with some Jamaican dude
Then the sunshower breaks, we come in out of the rain
But in her Florida room there's a hurricane

While the city freezes over
We'll be strollin' down the shore
Can she bring me back to life once more

When the cold wind comes I go where the dahlias bloom
I keep drifting back to your Florida room

When summer's gone I get ready
To make that Carribee run
Got to have some time in the sun, time in the sun

When the cold wind comes I go where the dahlias bloom
I keep drifting back to your Florida room, Florida room
When the cold wind comes I go where the dahlias bloom
I keep drifting back to your Florida room
When the cold wind comes I go where the dahlias bloom
I keep drifting back to your Florida room

Cold wind comes, where the dahlias bloom
Drifting back - Florida room
Cold wind comes, dahlias bloom
Drifting back to your Florida room
Cold wind comes, dahlias bloom
Drifting back to your Florida room

Drive along the sea far from the city's twitch and smoke
To a misty beach, that's where my life became a joke
On the dunes, on the dunes
Became a joke on the dunes
Where rents are high and seabirds cry, on the dunes

As you spoke you must have known it was a kind of homicide
I stood and watched my happiness drift outwards with the tide
On the dunes, ah, on the dunes
Homicide on the dunes
It wasn't fair, it's brutal there on the dunes

Pretty boats sweeping along the shore
In the faltering light
Pretty women with their lovers by their side
It's like an awful dream I have most every night

In the summer all the swells join in the search for sun and sand
For me it's just a joyless place where this loneliness began
On the dunes, on the dunes
Loneliness on the dunes
I'm pretty tough, but the wind is rough on the dunes

Pretty boats sweeping along the shore
In the faltering light
Pretty women with their lovers by their side
It's like an awful dream I have most every night

In the summer all the swells join in the search for sun and sand
For me it's just a joyless place where this loneliness began
On the dunes, ah, on the dunes
Loneliness on the dunes
I'm pretty tough, but the wind is rough on the dunes, oh dunes

Out on the fringe where the shallows meet the scratchlands
Out where hope and the highway ends
You can park or cruise, both ways you lose
This is Flytown now my friend

You take a walk on Bleak Street
Tonight could be the night you crash
Then you turn, stop, start to fingerpop
You think you hear a wailin' combo
Climb a flight of twisted stairs
Some cat says, "Buddy
If you've got eyes to rhythmatize
Bring your flat hat and your ax
Cos tonight at ten we'll be workin' again
At the Teahouse on the Tracks."

The Siegel Brothers slammin' out a baion
So slick it should have been a crime
Irene, Flocko, little Amy Khan lead off the big front line
The crowd is bouncin' in sync with the pulse
You get a case of party feet
Then the room turns bright, fills up with light
Then from somewhere deep inside you
Some frozen stuff begins to crack, better hurry
Take the T-Line to Bleak and Divine
Just above the Good Time Flats
It's your last chance to learn how to dance
At the Teahouse on the Tracks

Sunday morning, back at the wheel
Feelng calm and crisp and strong
When it feels right just drive for the light
That's the groovessential facts
Someday we'll all meet at the end of the street
At the Teahouse on the Tracks

If you've got eyes to rhythmatize
Bring your flat hat and your ax
Cos tonight at ten we'll be workin' again
At the Teahouse on the Tracks

Take the T-Line to Bleak and Divine
Just above the Good Time Flats
It's your last chance to learn how to dance
At the Teahouse on the Tracks

When it feels right just drive for the light
That's the groovessential facts
Someday we'll all meet at the end of the street
At the Teahouse on the Tracks

If you've got eyes to rhythmatize
Bring your flat hat and your ax
Cos tonight at ten we'll be workin' again
At the Teahouse on the Tracks