01. On The Road Again
02. To The Dogs
03. Montezuma Was A Man Of Faith
04. Tomorrow, Wendy
05. Nearer To Morning
06. Man Talk
07. Loving The Highway Man
08. The New York Debut Of An L.A. Artist (Jazz Crowd)
09. Joliet
10. That Was The Voice
11. Man Talk
12. Maybe That's Not Her Head
13. Big Rock Finish
01. On The Road Again
And my dear mother left me when I was quite young. (When I was quite young.)
Yeah, my dear mother left me when I was quite young. (When I was quite young.)
She said, "Lord have mercy upon my wicked son."
Well I hate going down that long, lonesome road. (All by myself.)
Yeah, I hate going down that long, lonesome road. (All by myself.)
I won't carry you, baby, gonna carry somebody else. (On the road again.)
I won't carry you, baby, gonna carry somebody else. (I'm on the road again.)
You know the first time I traveled out in the rain and snow. (In the rain and snow.)
You know the first time I traveled out in the rain and snow. (In the rain and snow.)
I didn't have no favor, not even a place to go (I'm on the road again.)
I didn't have no favor, not even a place to go (I'm on the road again.)
You know, my dear mother left me when I was quite young. (When I was quite young.)
You know, my dear mother left me when I was quite young. (When I was quite young.)
She said, "Lord have mercy upon my wicked son." (I'm on the road again.)
She said, "Lord have mercy upon my wicked son." (I'm on the road again.)
On the road again (Lord have mercy. . .)
On the road again (. . . Upon my wicked son)
On the road again (Lord have mercy. . .)
On the road again (. . . Upon my wicked son)
02. To The Dogs
I'm a thin blue dog in blue moonlight.
Who goes there? Who wants to fight?
Big blue balls and a tongue of silk.
Chasin' pussy, drinkin' pussy's milk.
I bite the throat that calls my name
And the hand that pulls my chain;
To the dogs I go!
Call me Shemp, call me Sam,
Call me Boy, and here I am!
Smack my ass with the funny page
'Cause I hate you lady but I love your leg.
To the dogs I go,
Awooooo!
I'm a heavy load inside your bed.
I stain the carpet and I hang my head.
Locked in the car I make a mess.
I run my nose right up your dress.
Oh! The things I would do to be
Fed and bathed and dried by you.
But when the moon goes blue behind winter clouds,
I see I'm just as free as you allow.
Simple thought, simple brains,
Piss these walls that keep me tamed.
Shit the floor where I was trained!
Jump the fence and go my way!
Bite the hand that pulls my chain!
To the dogs I go,
Awooooo!
03. Montezuma Was A Man Of Faith
There are white boys by the border,
As gods you let them in.
They're bringin' fire and disorder.
These ain't gods, they're men.
Montezuma,
Montezuma was a man of faith.
Montezuma, kept his faith and gave the world away.
Kept his faith and gave the world away.
Kept his faith and gave the world away.
Try to bribe them away with silver,
Try to bribe them away with gold.
Your magic turns against you.
They take more than they can hold.
Montezuma,
Montezuma was a man of faith.
Montezuma, kept his faith and gave the world away.
Kept his faith and gave the world away.
Kept his faith and gave the world away.
Hey, your temples are burning
And your cities are laid to waste.
The old god has come tumbling down
And there's a new god in his place.
Montezuma,
Montezuma was a man of faith.
Montezuma, kept his faith and gave the world away.
Montezuma,
Montezuma was a man of faith.
Montezuma, kept his faith and gave the world away.
Kept his faith and gave the world away.
Kept his faith and gave the world away.
Your people turn against you
As your cities burn and bleed.
The white boys have made allies
Of your nation's enemies.
Look on your temples they're burning,
Your religion is laid to waste.
The old god has come tumbling down
And there's a new god in his place.
Montezuma,
Montezuma was a man of faith.
Montezuma, kept his faith and gave the world away.
Montezuma,
Montezuma was a man of faith.
Montezuma, kept his faith on that fateful day.
Kept his faith on that awful day.
Kept his faith, gave it all away.
Kept his faith, gave the world away.
04. Tomorrow, Wendy
It is complete now. Two ends of time are neatly tied.
A one way street; she's walking to the end of the line.
There she meets the faces she keeps in her heart and mind.
They say, "Goodbye. Tomorrow Wendy is going to die.
Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die."
Underneath the chilly gray November sky,
You can make believe that Kennedy is still alive.
We're shooting for the moon and smiling Jackie's driving by.
They say, "Good try. Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die.
Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die."
Only God says, "Jump," but I'll set the time.
'Cause if He ever saw, it was through these eyes of mine.
And if He ever suffered it was me who did His cryin'.
Hey hey, "Goodbye. Tomorrow Wendy you're going to die.
Tomorrow Wendy is going to die."
I told the priest, "Don't plan on any second coming.
God got His ass kicked the first He came down here slumming.
He had the balls to come, the gall to die and then forgive us.
No I don't wonder why, I wonder what He thought that'd get us. . .
Hey, hey, goodbye. Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die.
Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die."
Only God says, "Jump," but I'll set the time.
'Cause if He ever saw it was through these eyes of mine.
And if He ever suffered, it was me who did His cryin'.
Hey hey, "Goodbye. Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die.
Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die.
Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die.
Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die.
Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die."
05. Nearer To Morning
Get your hands on the wheel,
I gotta open up a beer.
Put your hands upon the wheel,
You got to help me steer.
It's getting nearer, nearer to morning.
Nearer, nearer to morning.
Yeah, you're frightened.
I can tell you are afraid.
Don't you know we're all frightened, babe,
When we face the coming day.
I know you're lonely,
I can tell you are alone.
Everybody's got to grab someone
When the night has gone.
It's getting nearer, nearer to morning.
Nearer, nearer to morning
And the night has gone.
It's getting nearer, nearer to morning.
Nearer, nearer to morning
And the night has gone.
Tell me you are superstitious
And my car is out of gas.
Let's roll over to the shoulder, girl,
And we can clean your dress.
I know you ain't got no place.
But you ain't got to run.
Don't make it like all the other nights
Where the girl I eyed picked another one.
It's getting nearer, nearer to morning.
Nearer, nearer to morning
And the night has gone.
It's getting nearer, nearer to morning.
Nearer, nearer to morning
And the night has gone.
06. Man Talk
Hey, look, it's Ceasar,
Living an easy dream.
He makes a promise
We'll all be on Easy Street.
There's people laughing
Sayin' who kidding, brother.
We're living in boxes,
Sleeping in our cars for cover.
He said, "I'll give you a break
For all your hard times,
Shiny new nickels for your
Sour old dimes."
Look upon his work,
You dogs and grime.
Talk, talk, man talk,
He draws a hard line.
He said, "You,
Yeah, you."
He said, "You,
I think you better come, too."
We'll do man talk,
Man talk.
Man talk,
Man talk.
Man talk,
Man talk.
Talk,
Talk,
Man talk.
Ceasar's
Gonna have a good time.
All aboard,
All aboard the party line.
He knows the streets are bad,
He's got an automatic.
He ain't alone,
He's got his goons.
And he says, "You,
Yeah, you.
I said you,
I think you better come, too."
Gimme that man talk,
Man talk.
Man talk,
Man talk.
Gimme that man talk,
Man talk.
Talk, talk,
Man talk.
He edge of reason,
A new deal.
The edge of flesh,
The edge of steel.
It's around the corner,
It's in the pocket.
Look at the Ceasar,
Man, what do I got?
Get him off and let it back,
Get him off and let it.
I say, look upon his work.
You don't sell me square.
Gimme that man talk,
Man talk.
Talk, talk,
Man talk.
Talk, talk,
Man talk.
Talk, talk,
Man talk.
Talk, talk,
Man talk.
Man talk,
Man talk.
Man talk,
Man talk.
You stupid man thing.
Gimme that man talk. . .
07. Loving The Highway Man
The wind is a warning.
These fields turn to sand.
My family will not answer me now.
Damned, damned, damned I am.
Loving the highway man.
Damned, damned, damned I am.
Loving the highway man.
Damned, damned, damned I am.
Loving the highway man.
Don't say where the ring came from,
Off whose shaking hand.
Don't say who lies bleeding for me.
Damned, damned, damned I am.
Loving the highway man.
Damned, damned, damned I am.
Loving the highway man.
Damned, damned, damned I am.
Loving the highway man.
There's a hole in the ceiling.
There's no pleasure in my gains.
My heart is in prison.
Damned, damned, damned I am.
For loving the highway man.
Damned, damned, damned I am.
For loving the highway man.
08. The New York Debut Of An L.A. Artist (Jazz Crowd)
Jazz crowd - art critics smoking,
College girls barking at college-type joes.
Jazz crowd - walking 'round the gallery,
Walking 'round the gallery:
"Where'd all the dip go!?"
"Where'd all the dip go!?"
"Where'd all the dip go!?"
"Is there any more red wine?
Any more red wine?"
"Where'd all the dip go!?"
"Where'd all the dip go!?"
Jazz crowd - sizing up the pictures,
Strange crucifixion bleeding on the walls.
It's an execution, this dog's had his day.
This exhibition is an artist from L.A.
"L.A. artists?!
L.A. artists?!
We eat 'em for breakfast.
We eat 'em for breakfast.
Man, whatta they know?
Whatta they know?"
"Where'd all the dip go!?"
"Where'd all the dip go!?"
"Where'd all the dip-"
One young lamb takes a look around and says,
"Man, this is just like Dali!!!"
The people with him?
Well, they forgive him;
"Hey, c'mon! He's from Jersey."
"Where'd all the dip go!?"
"Where'd all the dip go!?"
"Where'd all the dip go!?"
"Don't even mention Miles Davis, man!
Miles Davis sold out selling motor scooters,"
Said a writer from the Reader.
"He looked great, though,
Don't tell me he's clean -
He looks half dead.
But he blew it selling scooters,
Blew it selling scooters.
What's he doing selling scooters?
What's he doing selling scooters?
He needed the cash,
He needed the cash,
He needed the cash,
His new record's trash.
The guy can't blow!"
"Where'd all the dip go!?"
"Where'd all the dip go!?"
"Where'd all the dip go!?"
09. Joliet
Joliet
Joliet
Joliet
Joliet
(Joliet) I can tell what you're thinking,
(Joliet) I can tell I can tell.
(Joliet) Let me tell you,
(Joliet) Joliet, Joliet.
(Joliet) Locked Away forever,
(Joliet) Chasing you forever.
(Joliet) Forever breaking down,
(Joliet) Forever and forever.
It's coyote moonlit night
And your eyelids are on the flipside.
Joliet
Joliet
Joliet
Joliet
Joliet
(Joliet) They were singing it's a lesson for you,
(Joliet) They were singing it's the best for you.
(Joliet) They were singing, they were singing, they were singing,
(Joliet) Joliet, Joliet.
(Joliet) You can't go on like this forever,
(Joliet) You can't keep fighting us forever.
(Joliet) Forever breaking down,
(Joliet) Forever and forever.
It's light out in Juvenile Hall.
You gotta wonder who's involved.
It's coyote moonlit night
And your eyelids are on the flipside.
(Joliet) Forever and forever,
(Joliet) Forever breaking down.
(Joliet) Forever and forever,
(Joliet) Forever breaking down.
(Joliet) Forever and forever,
(Joliet) Forever breaking down.
(Joliet) Forever and forever.
(Joliet) Forever and forever.
(Joliet) Forever and forever.
(Joliet) Forever and forever.
10. That Was The Voice
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
He called me "faggot"
When I went out for cigarettes.
He came out of the shadows
And he sentenced me to death.
He cracked a baseball bat across my back-woods ass
And further away, I heard his woman laugh.
I didn't see his face, I didn't get that choice.
But, I'd know him anywhere by his voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
If he had his little mustache,
Well, I might've laughed.
He was strong, white and southern,
He was a fool with a bat.
He attacked with his ignorance and his religion
And he struck with his politics, my superstition.
All these issues, they were black and white.
He made it crystal-clear, this was my crystal night.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
That was the voice.
I don't care.
The most ferocious dick the world has ever known.
From the Antioche Square to Romania
To the jails in South America.
South African's Kangaroo Court
Or between my house and a liquor store.
There's a little man with a little hat,
He's got secret police, he's got surprise attacks.
He's got tanks, guns, troops and gas.
He's got homophobes and baseball bats.
That was the voice.
That was the voice. . .
11. For Love
To Cavalry
a young man walks.
Past the clubs
and the honky-tonks.
Playin' a request
for all man kind
because you're mine
I walk the line.
For love, for love.
Stretch of cars
and to a ride.
Initials knifed
in a table top.
Every song
the D.J. plays
the lady's craze,
the ancient praise.
For love, for love.
For love, for love.
For love, for love.
In former bands
and shots of hell
in the lonely room
of an old hotel
the innocent eyes
of the junior prom
which are poor
the search goes on
For love, for love.
For love, for love.
For love, for love.
For love, for love.
For love, for love.
For love, for love.
For love, for love. . .
12. Maybe That's Not Her Head
Rogers, I thought you said "Noodle House."
Wait! Wait, I think I see her head.
Are you sure?
Well, I. . . I. . . Maybe it's not her head.
Hard to port! Hard to port!
Give me safe harbor, here.
Give me room to speak me peace.
Lend me you ears, attention please.
Ya salty dogs of the Seven Seas.
Mark me words, ye lads.
Avast, ye harties, listen here.
I haven't seen her anywhere.
Neither hide, nor neither hair.
Maybe that's not her head.
Did I just see her nod her head?
Did she nod her head?
Is that not her head?
It could be someone else instead,
but, maybe that's not her head.
I thought I'd know her anywhere.
Those beautiful eyes,
that flaxen hair.
It must be her, I could swear.
But, maybe that's not her head.
MAYBE THAT'S NOT HER HEAD!
We three kinds of Orient are
following yonder plane and star.
We come by camel, not by car.
But, maybe that's not her head.
We bring you frankenscents and mir,
camel skins and otter fur.
All these things we bring for her
but, maybe that's not her head.
Did I just see her nod her head?
Did she nod her head?
Is that not her head?
It could be someone else instead,
but, maybe that's not her head.
I thought I'd know her anywhere.
Those beautiful eyes,
that flaxen hair.
It must be her, I could swear.
But, maybe that's not her head.
MAYBE THAT'S NOT HER HEAD!
Oh, I just came up from Corsica
Of course I didn't take a car
I took the bus, it wasn't far
But maybe that's not her head
And I'm a major Turkish man
Which no cur can understand
I came all the way from Turkistan
But maybe that's not her head
Did I just see her nod her head?
Did she nod her head?
Is that not her head?
It could be someone else instead,
maybe that's not her head.
It must be her, I could swear.
Those beautiful eyes,
that flaxen hair.
I thought I'd know her anywhere.
Maybe that's not her head.
Did I just see her nod her head?
Did she nod her head?
Is that not her head?
It could be someone else instead,
but, maybe that's not her head.
That must be her, I could swear.
Those beautiful eyes,
that flaxen hair.
I thought I'd know her anywhere.
Maybe that's not her head.
Maybe that's not her head.
Maybe that's not her head.
13. Big Rock Finish
It's a big rock finish
the plane is going down.
I thought I'd dig myself up out of this hole.
The troops were gonna sue, the jack was gonna roll.
Black bible, too, a storm to the south.
I've got a sinking feeling that my luck has run out.
It's a big rock finish, a big finish.
The plane is going down.
Long ago there was a boy in a tree.
That tree was there, that boy was me.
Now it seems the older I get,
I get farther from the sky and closer to the sunset.
It's a big rock finish, a big finish.
The plane is going down.
It's the big finale, the grand finale.
You're seconds from the ground.
It's a big rock finish, a big finish.
Your plane is going down.
It's the big finale, the grand finale.
You're seconds from the ground.
How I wish now I did not know
what I didn't know an hour ago.
I was a sucker for my innocence,
I was a sucker for the second chance.
It's a big rock finish, a big finish.
The plane is going down.
It's a big finale, grand finale.
You're seconds from the ground.
It's a big rock finish,
the plane is going down.