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The World is my Ashtray
02:08
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Everywhere I look-
Things are getting worse.
People full of anger
And everything seems cursed.
Sewage in the rivers
Smog up in the sky.
Endless brutal violence
Does anyone know why?
Chorus: The world is my ashtray (x2)
And there’s smoke in my eyes!
Everywhere I look
Things are getting bad.
Who should I blame?
Perhaps your mom and dad?
Repugnant evangelism-
Jesus up for sale.
And then there’s captain Ahab-
Hunting the great white whale.
Chorus: The world is my ashtray (x2)
And there’s smoke in my eyes!
Love can conquer all
In this I still believe.
Though I have been blinded
And my heart has been deceived.
People full of sorrow-
The sorrows never cease.
Where the hell is Justice-
And that road that leads to peace?
Chorus: The world is our ashtray (x2)
And there’s smoke in our eyes!
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Don’t fit in--at the end or beginning.
Or in between--breathings not living.
It’s all too much, don’t touch me.
I’m a little rough, touch me. Ahhhh!
Always on the move—I travel like a drifter.
And I can read your mind—I’m a human transistor.
Ahhhh!
Can you help me solve--this painful puzzle?
I’m losing my resolve—my brain is a muddle.
It’s all too much—don’t touch me.
I’m a little rough—touch me. Ahhhh!
Can’t relate—to all these people.
Am I just a mistake? Is my condition lethal?
They call it a gift—or even a talent.
But I call it curse—which is equally valid.
It’s all too much, don’t touch me.
I’m a little rough, touch me. Ahhhh!
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Destinations
03:40
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Where are you going to? What will you be?
How will you get there? And what will ya see?
Wrap your arms ‘round yourself-Shudder inside.
So much to give and so little time
You pray!
Roads stretch before you- Which one do ya take?
you bit in the apple and ya threw it away.
Walking in the shadows-Ghosts mesmerize.
Body on fire-to reach paradise
You pray!
Destinations.
Nomads and vagabonds, they speak in your ear.
They offer you riches…you wrestle with fear.
You try to hold onto what daddy said…
Waging a battle with yer heart and yer head
You pray!
Destinations.
Where is your refuge? The sweet church of peace?
Who is that angel? Where is the beast?
You're feeling his breath and it’s hot on yer back.
You turn ‘round to face him and you stare at yer past
And pray!
You’ll find your road someday and make it yer home.
In a palace of people, you say: “I’m still alone.”
But You’ll keep on walking to find what ya need.
And when storm clouds keep comin, you fall on your knees
And pray!
Destinations.
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The Catman
04:14
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Well you don't want me.
But baby, I want you.
I need your lovin'-baby
I want your stew!
They call me the catman-
I'm on the prowl.
Outside your window-
You hear me meoooowwww!
Chorus:
Catman baby!-nine lives aren't enough.
Scratch my butt-scratch my butt-
and watch me strut my stuff.
What's happening black?
Catman's in town!
I cough up a hairball-
I see you frown.
I'm just too damn funky.
You can't even compete.
Even if I fall-yeah, you know:
I still land on my feet.
Well, this ain't no story.
This here's the truth!
You see me freaking--
"Who dat up on the roof?"
Well I chase the mice.
You know I eat 'em raw.
Hey wait a minute-this ain't no hand.
This here-is my claw-paw!
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Give Me Feeling
02:41
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The Myth of Amherst
02:53
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v1
If "hope is the thing with feathers"
Like the Myth of Amherst said-
Then come down from your 2nd story-
Recite your poems to me instead!
Chorus:
Change your white dress for a red one-
Don’t shun my company.
It may be snowing in New England-
But here’s a rose for Emily.
v2
If "recollecting were forgetting"-
Then I don’t recall a thing.
Desire becomes our maddest joy-
Like the bumble bee in spring.
Chorus:
Change your white dress for a red one-
Don’t shun my company.
It may be snowing in New England-
But here’s a rose for Emily.
v3
Your "life closed twice before its close"-
And how that happened no one knows.
When death stopped by, hurling curses-
You charmed him with your dazzling verses!
Chorus:
Change your white dress for a red one-
Don’t shun my company.
It may be snowing in New England-
But here’s a rose for Emily.
v4
So here’s to the Myth of Amherst-
In seclusion of her mind.
"From blank to blank a threadless way-
‘Twas lighter to be blind".
Final Chorus:
Change your white dress for a red one-
Don’t shun my company.
It may be snowing in New England-
But here’s a rose for Emily.
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Well the rose turned black-
the petals are bruised.
The bush was burned back-
and the blossoms abused.
The thorns are still sharp-
but the ground is parched.
So we packed up the tarp-
and we started to march.
We don't know where we're going-
just call us refugees.
Mama does the sewing-
but we all have our duties.
There's a barricade in front of us-
a civil war behind.
A wall is just superfluous
when your life is on the line.
No I didn't cross the border-
the border crossed me first.
You're screaming law and order-
as if I'm not coerced.
A threshold is a threshold-
and a map is just a map.
Please accept this marigold
as I trip your booby trap.
Well, a man does things from hunger-
he'd never do for fun.
I have no plans for plunder-
and neither does my son.
So call me what you want-
a "bad hombre", a "bandito."
But a bet a million pesos
You'll eat my damn burrito.
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9. |
The Land of Babaloo
04:24
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The Land of Babaloo
V1
There is a place where we should go
I want you to come too.
So take my hand and I will show
You the land of Babaloo.
You cannot find it on a map
Nor on the Internet.
To get there you must take a nap
And remember what you’ll forget.
Chorus:
O I love to read a story.
O I love to hear a poem.
I’ve travelled a hundred million miles
And never left my home.
Where is this land of eternal bread?
It’s around the corner, just there…
Just up ahead.
V2
Grownups can seldom find their way
For they have too many worries.
Like jobs and time and bills to pay
And hurry, hurry, hurry!
But in the land of Babaloo
The last are first and dreams comes true.
There’s no more hunger, no more thirst.
You’re like a balloon that will never burst.
Chorus
V3
Some children like computers
And there’s nothing wrong with that.
But me I like the smell of books
Whether skinny, thick or fat.
Life isn’t always easy.
At times it can be tragic.
But read a book and you’ll be hooked.
Books are gosh darn magic.
Chorus
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10. |
Leper of Love
03:34
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I'd never say, so you wouldn't know.
I watch you from behind my shadow.
I'd never tell what my eyes conceal-
your heart of hearts I'd like to peel.
Chorus:
And I'd like to wake up
from this dream and I
need your touch like I need caffeine.
But it seems my tongue has atrophied-
I'm a leper of love hiding in the trees.
I try to speak, it doesn't come out right.
It seems my eyes aren't used to light.
I want to harvest flesh instead of my mind-
I'm falling apart, so please be kind!
Chorus:
And I'd like to wake up
from this dream and I
need your touch like I need caffeine.
But it seems my tongue has atrophied-
I'm a leper of love hiding in the trees.
I try to dance, but my feet are numb.
I trip and fall and come undone.
I'd never tell what my eyes conceal-
my heart of hearts it wants to feel!
Chorus:
And I'd like to wake up
from this dream and I
need your touch like I need caffeine.
But it seems my tongue has atrophied-
I'm a leper of love hiding in the trees.
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11. |
Be More Like Thoreau
02:32
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Hello people, have no doubt
I got something to say.
I was not a good boy scout
I had the need to disobey.
And in the woods of solitude
I had a one-man revival.
With visions of beatitude
And life beyond survival.
Chorus:
I said go, go, go—be more like Thoreau.
Go, go, go—Henry David Thoreau!
Like Vincent Van Gogh doing Tae Kwon Do
I won’t be the puppet in your puppet show!
I want to live deliberately
And taste the marrow of life.
Renouncing white supremacy
“That’s damn good advice!”
For privilege is as privilege does
It depends on how you use it.
We all got skin in this fight we’re in
So let’s bring on the music.
Chorus:
Let’s go, go, go—be more like Thoreau.
Go, go, go—Henry David Thoreau!
Like Brigitte Bardot playing solo banjo
I’m a hot green chile from New Mexico!
(banjo solo)
The sun goes down on Walden Pond
The birds nest in the trees.
The Empire marches on and on
But its strength is its disease.
The statues falling one by one
A new day slowly dawning.
And I can’t wait for it to come
I’m so damn tired of crawling.
Chorus:
I said go, go, go—be more like Thoreau.
Go, go, go—Henry David Thoreau!
Like Hank Longfellow drinking with Ralph Waldo
Or Lee Trevino putting it in the hole
And Merrill Markoe getting a Standing O
Or Puerto Rico getting statehood, you know
Fred Hampton said it best, “Power to the People!”
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