Artist: Steely Dan Album: Gold {1982}

Way back when in '67
I was the dandy of Gamma Chi
Sweet things from Boston, so young and willing
Moved down to Scarsdale - where the hell am I

Hey Nineteen
No we can't dance together - we can't dance together
No we can't talk at all
Please take me along when you slide on down

Hey Nineteen, that's 'Retha Franklin
She don't remember the Queen of Soul
It's hard times befallen the sole survivors
She thinks I'm crazy but I'm just growing old

Hey Nineteen
No we got nothing in common - we can't dance together
No we can't talk at all
Please take me along when you slide on down

Nice
Sure looks good
Skate a little lower now

The Cuervo Gold, the fine Columbian
Make tonight a wonderful thing, say it again
The Cuervo Gold, the fine Columbian
Make tonight a wonderful thing
The Cuervo Gold, the fine Columbian
Make tonight a wonderful thing

No we can't dance together, no we can't talk at all

Cold, daring, no flies on me
Sorry angel I must take what I see
Green earrings
I remember the rings of rare design
I remember the look in your eyes
I don't mind

Greek medallion sparkles when you smile
Sorry angel I get hungry like a child
Green earrings
I remember the rings of rare design
I remember the look in your eyes
I don't mind, I don't mind

Green earrings
I remember the rings of rare design
I remember the look in your eyes
I don't mind, I don't mind

This is the day of the expanding man
That shape is my shade, there where I used to stand
It seems like only yesterday I gazed through the glass
At ramblers, wild gamblers - that's all in the past
You call me a fool, you say it's a crazy scheme
This one's for real, I already bought the dream
So useless to ask me why, throw a kiss and say goodbye
I'll make it this time, I'm ready to cross that fine line

Learn to work the saxophone, I, I play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long and die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world, I, I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide - call me Deacon Blues - Deacon Blues

My back to the wall, a victim of laughing chance
This is for me the essence of true romance
Sharing the things we know and love with those of my kind
Libations, sensations that stagger the mind
I crawl like a viper through these suburban streets 
Make love to these women - languid and bittersweet 
I'll rise when the sun goes down, cover every game in town 
A world of my own, I'll make it my home sweet home 

Learn to work the saxophone, I, I play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long and die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world, I, I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide - call me Deacon Blues - Deacon Blues

This is the night of the expanding the man
I take one last drag as I approach the stand
I cried when I wrote this song, sue me if I play too long
This brother is free, I'll be what I want to be

I'll learn to work the saxophone, I, I play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long and die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world, I, I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide - call me Deacon Blues - Deacon Blues

Some turnout, a hundred grand
Get with it, we'll shake his hand
Don't bother to understand
Don't question the little man
Be part of the brotherhood
Yes it's chain lightning, it feels so good

Hush brother, we cross the square
Act natural like you don't care
Turn slowly and comb your hair
Don't trouble the midnight air
We're standing just where he stood
It was chain lightning, it feels so good

Worry the bottle Mamma, it's grapefruit wine
Kick off your high heel sneakers, it's party time
The girls don't seem to care what's on
As long they play till dawn
Nothin' but blues and Elvis and somebody else's favorite song

Give her some funked up music, she treats you nice
Feed her some hungry reggae, she'll love you twice
The girls don't seem to care tonight
As long as the mood is right

No static at all, no static at all, no static at all
FM - no static at all

Give her some funked up music, she treats you nice
Feed her some hungry reggae, she'll love you twice
The girls don't seem to care tonight
As long as the mood is right

No static at all, no static at all, no static at all
FM - no static at all

In the corner of my eye
I saw you in Rudy's, you were very high
You were high
It was a cryin' disgrace - they saw your face
On the counter by your keys
Was a book of numbers and your remedies
One of these surely will screen out the sorrow
But where are you tomorrow

I can't cry anymore while you run around - while you run around
Break away
Just when it seems so clear that it's over now
Drink your big black cow and get out of here

Down to Greene Street there you go
Lookin' so outrageous and they tell you so
You should know how all the pros play the game
Can you change your name
Like a gangster on the run 
You will stagger homeward to your precious one
I'm the one who must make everything right
Talk it out till daylight

I don't care anymore why you run around - why you run around
Break away
Just when it seems so clear that it's over now
Drink your big black cow and get out of here

I can't cry anymore while you run around - while you run around
Break away
Just when it seems so clear that it's over now
Drink your big black cow and get out of here

So outrageous
So outrageous
So outrageous

Hello one and all, was it you I used to know
Can't you hear me call on this old ham radio
All I got to say, I'm alive and feeling fine
Should you come my way you can share my poison wine

No marigolds in the promised land
There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow
Any man left on the Rio Grande
Is the king of the world as far as I know

I won't take your bread, I don't need no helping hand
I can't be no savage, I can't be no highwayman
Show me where you are, you and I will spend this day
Driving in my car through the ruins of Santa Fe

No marigolds in the promised land
There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow
Any man left on the Rio Grande
Is the king of the world as far as I know

I'm reading last year's papers although I don't know why
Assassins, cons and rapers might as well die

When you come around, no more pain and no regrets
Watch the sun go brown smoking Cobalt cigarettes
There's no need to hide, taking things the easy way
If I stay inside I might live till Saturday

No marigolds in the promised land
There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow
Any man left on the Rio Grande
Is the king of the world, the king of the world as far as I know

Drive west on Sunset to the sea
Turn that jungle music down
Just until we're out of town
This is no one night stand, it's a real occasion
Close your eyes and you'll be there
It's everything they say, the end of a perfect day
Distant lights from across the bay

Babylon sisters, shake it
Babylon sisters, shake it
So fine so young, tell me I'm the only one

Here come those Santa Ana winds again

We'll jog with show folk on the sand
Drink kirschwasser from a shell
San Francisco show and tell
Well I should know by now that it's just a spasm
Like a Sunday in T.J.
That it's cheap but it's not free, that I'm not what I used to be
And that love's not a game for three

Babylon sisters, shake it
Babylon sisters, shake it
So fine so young, tell me I'm the only one

Here come those Santa Ana winds again

My friends say, "No, don't go for that cotton candy
Son you're playing with fire."
The kid will live and learn
As he watches his bridges burn from the point of no return

Babylon sisters, shake it
Babylon sisters, shake it
So fine so young, tell me I'm the only one

You got to shake it, baby, you got to shake it, baby
You got to shake it
You got to shake it, baby, you got to shake it, baby
You got to shake it

Down at the Lido they welcome you with sausage and beer
Klaus and The Rooster have been there, too
But lately he spends his time here

Hangin' with the Mayor and all his friends and nobody cares
Where the sailor shuts out the sunrise, blacked out on the stairs

Knock twice, rap with your cane
Feels nice, you're out of the rain
We got your skinny girl here at the Western World

Ruthie will give you the silver key to open the red door
Lay down your Jackson and you will see
The sweetness you've been cryin' for

In the night you hide from the madman you're longing to be
But it all comes out on the inside eventually

Knock twice, rap with your cane
Feels nice, you're out of the rain
We got your skinny girl here at the Western World

In the night you hide from the madman you're longing to be
But it all comes out on the inside eventually

Knock twice, rap with your cane
Feels nice, you're out of the rain
We got your skinny girl here at the Western World

Testing, one, two testing

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen
We're glad you made it here tonight
Because you gonna miss out, you can tell your friend tomorrow
That they gonna miss out on a goddamn good thing we gone give you tonight

Yeah, right on
What we gonna give you tonight is a beat down to the nitty gritty
Yeah, you can tell all your friends way over in, uh
Hell, hell, I don't care, you tell 'em in, in, over there in Watts, shit
You can tell 'em they, you can tell 'em tonight
That Santa Monica had been definitely set on fire
And they missed, they missed out on a damn good thing
The best thing ever happen to Santa Monica is gonna be here tonight, yeah

And you can also, all you little ol' purdy, purdy, little purdy one
If he ain't here tonight, you can tell him forget it, too
You know, because, Mr. Whatever is here tonight
He gonna get down tonight, brother
He gonna get with it, he gonna give you something
That Santa Monica did never had
If it good to ya, it gotta be good for ya, right on, yeah

And one thing I can tell ya, brother, he's here tonight
Mr. Magnificent One is here, the Beautiful One's here
You little ol' pretty one's here, too, you know, whatever

Here it is, the Magnificent One, the one and only one
Mr. Steely Dan and whatever


Bodhisattva - won't you take me by the hand
Bodhisattva - won't you take me by the hand
Can you show me the shine of your Japan
Sparkle of your China
Can you show me - Bodhisattva

Bodhisattva - I'm gonna sell my house in town
Bodhisattva - I'm gonna sell my house in town
And I'll be there to shine in your Japan
Sparkle in your China
Yes I'll be there - Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva

Bodhisattva - won't you take me by the hand
Bodhisattva - won't you take me by the hand
Can you show me the shine of your Japan
The sparkle of your China
Can you show me - Bodhisattva

Bodhisattva - I'm gonna sell my house in town
Bodhisattva - I'm gonna sell my house in town
And I'll be there to shine in your Japan
Sparkle in your China
Yes I'll be there - Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva
Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva
Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva

Alright


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