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All I Can Do is Dance
Is shining shoes paying dues?
Are these the dues I'm paying?
Down the street they're tapping their feet
and the old time music's reeling.
I always thought I could play if I had the chance,
but I never did. Now, all I can do is dance.
Middle of the night I think I might
go down to the old train staion
and walk along the rail line
where the Hoboes hopped on a nation.
I always thought I could be one if I had the chance,
but I never did. Now, all I can do is dance.
I heard a man once lost his mind
just trying to be a poet.
Could someone wish they were and try to be
and think they weren't and be one and not know it?
I always thought I could be one if I had the chance,
but I never did. Now, all I can do is dance.
Always Morning In New Orleans
It's always when I think I'm going nowhere
I find myself at home like I never knew.
It's always when I find someone that makes me wonder
when I fall in love will it be with you.
It's not always in my wallet. iT's not always in my hair.
But it's always morning in New Orleans somewhere.
My last call drink spilt on the sidewalk
now I'm walking another line.
The last thing I want right now is more music.
Checkpoint Charlies, ok I'm fine.
Then some brilliant music fills the air.
Oh it's always morning in New Orleans somewhere.
I'm staying halfway now
between the madhouse and the zoo.
I'm awake with one eye closed
to the things in me I see in you.
It's almost like I've died and gone there.
O it's always morning in New Orleans somewhere.
Ambrosia Drunk
You're a natural disaster.
National unsung hero.
Words in the rafters.
Belly on the floor.
Never asked for nothin'.
But got it just the same.
Comin out of everywhere.
Mumblin god's name.
Ambrosia drunk.
Chasing down that line.
Sitting on purpose
losing your mind.
I guess you heard
there's no more poets.
I guess you heard
there's no more gold.
I guess you heard
the whisperin' pine.
I guess you heard
it's cold.
Yeah, you're gonna save America.
Gonna wipe clean her eyes.
But you're damn near hysterical
when it comes to between her thighs.
All we need is water, you say
as you go for a drive.
But you're looking for lightning
to keep you alive.
Angel of Delight
I'm not saying your wrong and I'm right.
I'm not saying you're chained and I'm free.
I'm not saying my way leads to the light and
yours to a place you can't see.
but my eyes have seen the sight
of the angel of delight
and man she's as pretty as can be
and she said she thought it all over,
inside and out, and tonite she's dreaming about me-
so there, take that, neehhhh...
I'm not saying I'd beat you in a fight.
I'm not saying come clean and we'll see.
I'm not saying we're playing with Ben Franklin's kite.
I'm not saying that love is the key.
but my eyes have seen the sight
of the angel of delight
and man she's as pretty as can be
and she said she thought it all over,
inside and out, and tonite she's dreaming about me-
so there, take that, neehhhh...
I'm not saying that a new day is breaking
that every soul is marching in the street.
And I know you're not saying, I mean I'm sure you're not saying
that you have no respect for the meek.
but my eyes have seen the sight
of the angel of delight
and man she's as pretty as can be
and she said she thought it all over,
inside and out, and tonite she's dreaming about me-
so there, take that, neehhhh...
Are We There Yet
CH
Are we there yet? Are we still here?
Oh does time just disappear?
I've been thinking on this for years.
Are we there yet? Are we still here?
Monday morning I knew I had to mow my lawn
but didn't wanna then Tuesday'd come and gone.
All the way thru Thursday it rained.
Then on Friday, well, the weekend had come.
CH
The next Monday morning I rose
bright and early, ready to mow.
I pulled the cord and lord, lo and behold.
The grass was too tall. The mower wouldn't go!
CH
So, I been letting that little lawn of mine go.
I sit on the porch, rockin' a chair.
Laughing along as it grows
up over the house, up into the air.
Armageddon Ready (For the End of the World)
I been broke down in Bakersfield
I've dealt with the devil and knew the deal
I'm no saint but i know how it feels
to have an angel love you for real
strange world you're almost gone
ferris wheel's flying everybody hold on
everybody's right, nobody's wrong
i could prove it but it would take too long
ok, what am i forgetting?
who besides me have I not forgiven?
what on Earth am I doing for a living?
I been prepping for Armageddon
I feel like I've seen this before
looked out that window, walked out that door
back before my time, before the war
danced across this very floor
here is this burning book in hand
read the whole thing I don't understand
back when God first thought of man
I mean is the whole thing going according to plan?
I guess I'm giving good as I'm getting
and I'm pretty sure I'm going to heaven
pair a dice, seven come eleven
I been prepping for Armageddon
I'm not sure what I think I see.
It's not like the dogs have been loosed on me
unless there's some crazy conspiracy
where the sheep are wolves and the wolves are sheep.
the devil, I tell ya, has no face
and is never in any one particular place
machine-like, cruising at the speed of space
it doesn't really matter who wins the race
pies in the window, hunger is hidden
and the only truth tellers will only be kidding
he's with her, she came to the wedding
I been prepping for Armageddon
Some vote normal, some vote absurd
me I'm voting for that little bird
who was just flying along til he thought he heard
someone speak an honest word
some don't think we need a revolution
think patience is the best solution
some don't believe in evolution
I think patience is another form of air pollution
I'm not saying we should be forbidden
from being content with the lot we're given
maybe you're happy, I say go get 'em
me, I been prepping for Armageddon
As You Do
Man you sure can hurt someone
doing the right thing.
There's times when you've done nothing wrong
but still need forgiving.
chorus
Man you sure can change the world
just be going where you want to
letting go what you're holding on to-
I know, sometimes you have to.
There's no way not to.
As you do.
Man you sure can cause some pain
without ever meaning.
Like a butterfly makes it rain
with its wings.
chorus
Back in 15 Minutes
I got a strange feeling.
One that won't let me go.
That the sky's about to open.
Steal me away and close.
CHORUS
Back in 15 minutes, write a letter.
Back in 15 minutes, write a song.
Back in 15 minutes, write a novel.
Back in 15 minutes, right or wrong.
Where there's smoke, there's a motel burnin'.
There's fire in the eyes of the musician.
The road is hopefully forever turnin'.
Like the world is spinnin'.
CHORUS
St. Peter, here's all my money, just forget you saw me.
Just put me back in what I had on.
We'll blame it on dreams and runnin'
from the new day, from the new dawn.
CHORUS
I just had to step out towards the ceiling.
Had some unfinished business upstairs.
Shouldn't take long. Shouldn't take long at all.
A wild man like me with a couple of squares.
Big Lights
Don't tell anything in the sky I'm down
here, I'll hide beneath the trees.
Down, by the water but don't tell the waves
I don't want 'em to know I can sea.
CHORUS
the big lights are hardly worth knowin
cant touch em it just hurts to see 'em shine
the big lights have always been glowin
just messin with people's minds
CHORUS
i'm a guitar I'm a daydream baby
on the end of a fishing pole
trading places with the cat tails and the junebugs
where everyone knows.
CHORUS
Passover morning and the coals are still burning-
I'm still in a bit of a haze.
There they go, I wonder where they're goin,
these days.........
Where Were We?
When we last left the story our hero was returning home safe from a great adventure.
One that saw him sailing over all seven oceans and even slaying a mighty monster.
When we left he was sitting in a field of wild flowers without toil or care.
Now would you be surprised if, after all this time, we find our hero still sitting there?
In his Silly cape and his silly tights...
No escape, nothing to fight.
People pass. People stop and stare.
Our hero's just a man
in his underwear!
Our hero fully rested rising from the laurels starts walking there's a dance to his step.
Time to tell the story, time to enjoy the glory, that's not what time it is but he doesn't know this yet.
The buildings in the town are blocking the sun, beggars crack the walk with hungry empty hands.
By the end of the night in the back, in the bar light, off in a boastful daydream our lonesome hero stands...
In his silly cape.....
Let's skip to the end, the last chapter of our story, for the sake of time and the fun skipping can be.
Leaning on his fated cane, knowing the sunshine makes the rain, our hero he is old and sometimes happy.
There's magic in the mundane moon on the wane and an owl sounding somewhere in the darkness.
Next time we are together yo9u must remind me to tell you of how our hero came to be referred to as "your heinous".