1. |
If You Break My Heart
03:16
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If You Break My Heart
Trying too hard
won’t go far
How much is too much
How much is not enough
Hanging out here
I’m in between there
Up the creek here
To down the stream there
If you break my heart
You pay for it
If you break my heart
You bought it
Some decisions are incisions
Much too late to make revisions
Sorry’s just a suture
Leave a scar into the future
Pencil’s better than a pen
Really try to change it again
This time i’ve spilled the ink
Gone, stained what you think
If you break my heart
You pay for if
If you break my heart
You bought it
How you gonna pay for this one
Don’t cost too much
ain’t worth much
Bought second hand
Not in demand
Over the counter
Whopping twenty pounder
Big old bloody heart
Just another body part
But if you break my heart
You pay for it
If you break my heart
You bought it
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2. |
The Real Tina Turner
03:22
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If it wasn’t for the liquor and the weed
I never would have made it through the winter
Developed a habit of washing your hands
To the point that your fingers would bleed
What’s your name?
“Hey i’m Patsy”
Are you Irish?
“No i’m Frankenstein”
Here’s to the best of the ‘Backseaters’
I was a real Tina Turner in my time
A real Tina Turner in my own mind
In the times, i was a real Tina Turner in my mind
I condensed my whole life into a gym bag
Which was stolen tonight from your car
My wallet, my keys, my shoes and photos
They even took the voter registration card
I put my mouth into a smile
Let my heart drive
Buy some new used clothes and i’ll be fine
Well here’s to the crook that took my old life
I was a real Tina Turner in those times
I was a real Tina Turner in my mind
I was a real Tina Turner in those times
I was blind
I was a real Tina Turner in my mind
I remember New Orleans of the ‘60s
When you could park anywhere
Clothes lines strung up along Decatur
Prostitutes and sailors everywhere
But the times they have changed
They cleaned up the Quarter
Made more friendly for the tourists
Here’s to the last of the soul shake swingers
All the real Tina Turners of the times
The real Tina Turners in my mind
Genuine, all the real Tina Turners of the time
What are you doing after work?
I believe i’ll be going down to Molly’s
If you don’t find me there slumped on the bar
You can catch me at CheckPoint Charlie's
Old Jim Smith is doing an open mic show
I’ll play you some songs if you go
Here’s to Sneaky Pete he’s always in the pocket
He’s the real Tina Turner of our time
The real Tina Turner of our time
Genuine, He’s the real Tina Turner of our time.
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3. |
Love
04:21
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Diabetes and vaseline tears
Keeping the creeps and junkies at bay
Carlos ‘the Great’ Guitarlos
Guarantee the guy can play
A grieving woman stand like a statue
Fulton at the Golden Gate Park
Realizing that her lover left her
She’s waiting around to get back her heart
That he took when he left
But he ain’t never coming back
She’s a statue in the mist
He ain’t never coming back
After hours ‘if i stay too long’
A Creation song, is my favorite song
Sleep tight, dream tonight
Light is the feather
Love is the dawn
Dirty dawn comes to cut the cord
And cast me into the burning light
I was looking for an endless party
A never ending holy night
But the sunlight shows the stains
Bleach the sidewalk start again
Yeah the sunlight shows the stains
Bleach the sidewalk in my brain
Kaufman said “Life’s a saxophone
And it’s being played by death”
I say that life’s a guitar
Distorted, clean, tremolo or direct
Terry says “there are those who say why
And others who will say why not?”
Mother said “there are those of us
Who never really know what they got”
Punctuate the end with a shot
Get out when the going gets hot
Quit the game when it’s all they got
Heaven help us
From ourselves
Heaven help us
From the hell
We’re letting inside
Letting it steal us
Letting it lie
From the hell
I’m letting inside
But i’m gonna heal
I’m gonna try
I’m gonna love
La la la love
Love
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You know how to calm me down
You know what it takes
I only want you here with me
To help me to escape
The lonesomeness i hate
Love is not financial
just to split the bills
You only bring my time to life
When you’re gone it kills
It’s the lonesomeness that kills
At the ‘Wayward Council’
Down at the ‘Two Left Shoe’
Dancing in a circle
Belligerent on booze
And tonight has finally blown its fuse
Prophetic and pathetic
Building up for nothing
All will be forgotten
Taped over and erased
Cause it’s the moment and the place
You know how to calm me down
You know what it takes
Only want you here with me
To help me to escape
It’s the lonesomeness i hate
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Pigeons don’t fly south
They just fly in circles
As the Swan conducts the swarm
From his cage at the bookstore
And they’re making injections
Out between the cars
As a monster crane
Devours a garage
Pied piper of the flying rats
Tossing seeds from the dirty old sack
It’s a gray cloud of life
Cut in half by a moonlight knife
To the underpass
Out of sight for the night
I heard a cackle in the alley
I heard a ‘wine soaked moan’
A crinkling of cans
And oh, precious bottles
I’ve got my head on a wall
And my feet on a garbage can
Got my ear on a wire
As the whole world’s wobbling
Pied piper of the flying rats
Tossing seeds from a dirty old sack
It’s a gray cloud of life
Cut in half by a moonlit knife
A serrated edge on my skin so white
Wing nuts and screw balls
Thieves galore
Empty wallets and car alarms
Glass diamonds on the sidewalk
I saw them going through the pockets
Of a drunken corpse
Said “hey i was just helping him up.
Hey I was just…”
Pied piper of the flying rats
Tossing seeds from a dirty old sack
It’s a gray cloud of life
As the Swan
Agent World
Finally makes his flight
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6. |
Rosary
04:06
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La La La La La La
You say the rosary
La La La La La La
You say the rosary
La La La La La La
You say the rosary
La La La La La La
What my grandma done for me
Help me nothing is healing me
You say the rosary
Help me nothing is healing me
You say the rosary
Rosary
Say it once for me
Rosary
They’re swapping out a hip
For a plastic joint
Changing out a knee
Pure titanium
As Ernie now is gone
Woody passed away
Now you’re left alone
Embittered by your days
Help me nothing is healing me
You say the rosary
Help me nothing is healing me
Rosary
Rosary
Say it once for me
Rosary
hey
Faithfull
You’re so faithful
You’re still faithful
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8. |
The Waiter
05:19
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A waiter in the Quarter
walking home in his black and whites
A car pulled up beside him
They told him it’s your money or your life
So the waiter started running
They were much too fast
They chased him down
So he pulled out his corkscrew
As he was being taken to the ground
And the scuffle ensued
“Leave me alone, i didn’t do anything to you guys!”
The one who had him pinned
Was the one who got the corkscrew in his head
The other would-be robbers
They were stunned
They grabbed their friend
and they just fled
The waiter lay on the sidewalk
He’s clutching his wine key in his hand
But he knew he sunk it deep
The guy was twitching
Like an epileptic man
I said it don’t come easy
No it don’t come that easy
It don’t come easy
He ain’t no mark
So don’t you start
It’s not that easy
The waiter found his feet
And he found that his tips were still in his pocket
He found the corner bar
He had a cut it was bleeding bad
He had to stop it
So he took a bar napkin
And he dipped it in a triple shot of scotch
He rubbed it on that cut,
You know It burned pretty bad
but the bleeding stopped
I said it don’t come that easy
No It don’t come easy
It don’t come easy
He ain’t no mark
So don’t you start
It’s not that easy
The waiter got to thinking maybe
He should call the cops
and report the crime
They could check the hospital
Maybe they’d find and injury
Of the corkscrew kind
But it’s unlikely
His accomplices
would have taken him in for help
They probably took him to
That river side
Said “Adios our good friend
Fare thee well
And the river took the body
Mighty miss she took the body
Yeah the river took the body
All the way to the Gulf
You know, a fisherman found it
Was swollen up like a tick
I guess the guy got stiffed
So watch who jump
Best watch out who you rob
It might not be that easy
Not such a simple job
Watch who you jump
You’ll get a bit more than you plan
You mess around with a hard working waiter
With a wine key in his hand
I said it don’t come easy
No it don’t come that easy
It don’t come easy
He ain’t no mark
So don’t you start
It’s not that easy
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My father was a fisherman
In love with Robert Service
My mother was a cheerleader
In Esko, Minnesota
My uncle introduced them
And they really hit it off
They thought they were in love
They decided to get married
And they had a couple kids
One of them was me
And my sister Jenny
Well my father was thought to be
The life of every party
And my mother’s other women friends
They looked at her with envy
But what didn’t know
Lurked within the lampshade
Was a bitter man
Was a selfish man
With a hollow chest
Didn’t have a heart
That was my dear old man
Well maybe they were victims
Of what was expected of them
It was just before the dawning
Of the new sex revolution
And maybe they thought marriage
Was the proper thing to do
When in reality they probably
Just wanted to screw
Oh the things you do
When you want to screw
Stupid things that you do
Sometimes i feel a product
Of a loveless interaction
And i feel my heart was swallowed
Somewhere in the last transaction
Cause i saw the death of love
Between my parents and their families
And that really tore me up inside
I was just six years old but
I believe in love
Protect your innocence
Don’t give in
to be bitter
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10. |
Proposal
01:43
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11. |
Now and On
05:51
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What happened to you this time
You spend whole big bunches of time
Looking behind you
Did it give you regrets?
Regrets like losing bets
Except can’t pay it off
Can’t pay the debt
So forget about what happened
Forget about it all
Now you make your own deal
Then you make the call
It’s only now and on
It’s now and on
on ain’t so long
I try to understand
Where it’s go the devil knows
Where i’m gonna land
I’ve been shooting at the sun
With a water gun
A futile attempt
Eventual
Evaporation
Can’t you see what happens
Can’t you see it all
Took years to learn the language
We don’t talk at all
It’s only now and on
It’s now and on
On ain’t so long
And i feel like it’s never gonna get completed
And i kneel on a false pew just like i was defeated
Oh god, she looks at me with scorn
Yeah, i looked at me with disdain
I was warned not to ever ever go back again
I don’t want to lose it again
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