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Cut That Bamboo Down
03:07
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who will map the desert
where the granadilla grows
who shakes the caterpillar tree
who petrifies the rose
p,f. sloan
19 years old
trying to get through to god
trying to get him to see
we are on the eve of destruction
begging him to intercede
stop humanity
from destroying itself
p.f sloan
you made it through
now im trying to get through to you
talk to elvis
get him to intercede with me
help me sing my song
phil ochs
phil sloan
you are with elvis now
help me bring the song back down
jim and jimmy
janis and timmy
merle haggard and george jones
cut that bamboo down
cut that bamboo down
gotta find my song
help me find my song
help me sing my song
im out here alone
calling out to p.f. sloan
cut that bamboo down
and show me the way
who will map the desert
where the granadilla grows
who shakes the caterpillar tree
who petrifies the rose
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The Romantic Age
05:24
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from barcelona to la jolla
i left behind my precious goya
but my heart still carries shelley
wordsworth, byron, and poe
the novels of bronte and the life of rousseau
turn the page
turn the page
wipe out the romantic age
before the century turned
and before europe burned
i too am out of place
in this gloating modern age
and the names of the poets and painters
only bring me sorrow now
because their time, ilike mine, has passed
into this 20th century
of smoke, flame and machines'
turn the page
turn the page
wipe out the romantic age
awake like coleridge from a dream\
into a hostile century
shelley, byron, and john donne
where have all the poets gone
to xanadu with kubla khan
to strum another rising dawn
Tchaikovsky,Wagner, and Liszt
gone with the flick of a stick
it breaks my heart to say their names
while watching swans upon a lake
my soul, my heart, the endless ache
Whitman, Bronte, william Blake
Manfredd, Adam, and Don juan
the figures drawn, their work is done
so turn the page
turn the page
death comes for the romantic age
and all of us, both you and i
come from the past to here to die
amid the rumble and the fear
of unknown hours, unstable years
goodbye to art, goodbye ballet
here comes the night to steal the day
new cites built to butcher hogs
turn princes back to croaking frogs
when poetry becomes a slam
and dance the spasms of the damned
i will remember delecroix
with heavy heart and tears of joy
and now i go where i must go
with all the weight of the great rousseau
to weak to sing of love and war
though i feel as i did before
i shall live on with memories
when none remains to remember me
turn the page
turn the page
int the dust of time
lies the romantic age
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Carousel Road
03:28
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carousel road
carousel road
you will pay what is owed
on carousel road
this is how it always ends
i am on the wrong bus
but i know where it goes
to the other side of the lake
up the mountain of lost shadows
carousel road
carousel road
you will pay what is owed
on carousel road
this is how it began
i awoke in a ravine
and crawled up its sides
many paths below
to the tops of the amusement rides
carousel road
carousel road
you will pay what is owed
on carousel road
three bridges
each one gaurded
by a triple-headed mistress
i took a thousand pictures
but i could not get a witness
the bus goes down a backway trail
i lie face down in the aisle
the other passenges look straight ahead
at the serpent of the nile
carousel road
carousel road
you will pay what is owed
on carousel road
i know what is coming
the wild mouse ascent
and then the falling
waterfalls of torment
onto a plastic horse
the forever roundelay
round and round i go
just another castaway
carousel road
carousel road
you will pay what is owed
on carousel road
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i was one of those actprs
who always fell in love with his leading lady
and this time it was no different
but id already told her id be staying in harlem
though i ended up staying in chelsea
we had come down from new haven
on the last train to broadway
although you knew the party was over
you followed me from moscow to paris
i finallly ditched you at the kennedy airport
i thought i had broken free of your shadow
when i was cast in that off-broadway show
but you were right there beside me
on that last train to broadway
and the last thing i thought of was jumping
i guess you thought you could stop me
from falling in lovewith that hollywood princess
but we had already made it during out of town try-outs
and this was one show busines
romance i believed in
but you were still there beside me
on that last train to broadway
and you held on to me like you owned me
and i told you then as id told you before
it was over and there was no returning
that was so long ago and the reason i called
was to say i was sorry to hear of your mother
and that i would be be in new haven to rehearse a play
and maybe we could meet for coffee
i understand that i hurt you and im sorry
but i had to move on and forget you
and im sorry that you are still stuck in the past
and there is no way that you can forgive me
but i had to catch a train the last train to broadway
and its a pity that i was so blind at the time
that i did not realize how muchi loved you
and i love you still
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Everybody Loves Nina
06:34
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Thr Seagull
(for alexanander chirkov. anton chekhov,
william shakespeare, and the
leninsky komsomol)
she will always be remembered
for her performances as masha
never a leading lady, still
she called stanislavsky sasha
these days when she plays her tragic scenes
the play lapses into farce
her hands become like polina's feet
and her face like sorin's arse
it was the most immoral face id ever seen
on woman, man, or beast
arkardina stood high above all
man, woman,and priest
she liked animals more than people
and had five rooms full of cats
she exterminated the exterminator
then grinded up the the rats
chorus
oh happy days on the russian stage
where we jump into life right off of the page
but the ceiling is low and there's trouble ahead
watch out or you might bump your head
fallstaff was an actor
surrounded by real people
hamlet was a real person
surrounded by actors
he would rather be anywhere or anybody
than the hero in a tragic play
while falstaff thought the play was all about him
but it was henry's all the way
but on the stage of the leninsky komsomol
you might be a different person every day
like tarot cards in a revolving deck
on the i-ching wheel of fate
konstantin today trigorin tomorrow
personalities alternate
chorus
oh happy days on the russian stage
where we jump into life right off of the page
but the ceiling is low and there's trouble ahead
watch out or you might bump your head
everbody loves nina
64 years old and an ingenue
the oldest one alive
in act one she smells like dew
it take 64 years of experience
to play nina in act five
and the woman who can play both of those scenes
is the luckiest actress alive
all the women love dorn
he is the towns only doctor
and has delivered every one of their babies
many were fathered by himself
his wife polina is a dowdy sort
and as jealous as she is true
she says "cuteness is kind beauty is cruel
who chases after either is two kinds of a fool"
konstantine loves nina
nina loves trigorin
arkadina loves him too
medevedenko he loves masha
and masha loves konstantin
who loves his mother too
nobody loves sorin
that deathbed hypocomdriac
who wants to see the placing of the cornerstone
because he is afriaid of being home alone.
nobody loves polina
but sorin he loves nina
off stage they are the same age
but in act one 40 years apart
chorus
oh happy days on the russian stage
where we jump into life right off of the page
but the ceiling is low and there's trouble ahead
watch out or you might bump your head
everyone loves nina
that is why she is the seagull
a bird that feeds upon the leavings
of the corpses left behind
and sometines just for comfort
she comes to the doctor in the nude
and he screws her with such a jaded rod
that even the cockroaches boo.
and at the dinner party
konstantine excused himself.
lumbered off into the bedroom
took a rifle off the shelf
all around the kitched table
was heard the pop of a champagne cork
the doctor took the wooried mother aside
said your son has just killed himself
and the party contimued
and the festivities continue
and everyone loves nina
and nina has disappeared
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Blow It Off The Fork
02:21
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some would rather die than kill
some would rather kill than die
some would rather kill than live
some blame when they should forgive
but i dont think it wise
to solve a crime with lies
if they try to feed you
chicken beef or pork
and you dont want to eat it.....
blow it off the fork
if you dont like the taste if it
spit it out
if things are going wrong for you
change the route
if you are not a morning person
go ahead and sleep til noon
if your vegan soup was made with chicken base
blow it off the spoon
some like the day more than the night
some would rather kiss than fight
some are here and some are gone
some hate joe as much as don
but i dont think it wise
to solve a crime with lies
and if they try to feed you
chicken beef or pork
and you dont want to eat it.....
blow it off the fork
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the theatre is on fire the cinema is burning
rumours spread faster than flames
there is always a patsy set up for the fall
who's to pay off the insurance claims
twas in the summer of '86
the orson welles caught fire
some say it started in the popcorn machine
though it spread through electical wires
and all along mass avenue
from harvard to central square
old buildings were burning down
and new ones erected there
we have no suspicion of arson
the fire chief laughed as he lied
a reporter asked how he knew
we looked around, the fire chief replied
his complete deposition
read like a sam beckett play
the blame was placed on an underling
who was in charge that day
the manager was on vacation
staff supervisor took his place
trying to keep the shop steward
from rifling the files in the office space
he took a step into the lobby
above the pocorn danced a flame.
ran for the fiire extinguisher
but realized it was too late
the theatre is on fire the cinema is burning
rumours spread faster than flames
there is always a patsy set up for the fall
who's to pay off the insurance claims
the fire spread across the ceiling
faster than a cheeta
he told the projectionist to stop the movies
and turn the lights up in the theatres
dropping the extinguisher
he entered calmly theatre one
announced a small fire was in the lobby
and evacuated everyone
as the last person went through the exit
the fire broke the glass on the door
flames filled the auditorium
where 50 people sat before
for five long years he suffered
as they dragged him through the courts
he engaged no lawyer
to provide legal support
he appealed to the jury
with a direct and honest gaze
how he chose evacuation
over extinguishing the blaze
the theatre is on fire the cinema is burning
and rumours spread faster than flames
there is always a patsy set up for the fall
who's to pay off the insurance claims
the jury found him innocent
and not at all at fault
and as he left the courtroom
the prosecutor explained it all
how the owner was not allowed to sue
the holders of the lease
but they could bring a lawsuit
against an employee
although the accusations
were nothing but a sham
legend wins out against the truth
and history dont give a damn
and still now after all these years
persists the common belief
that the burning ofthe orson welles
began in the popcorn machine
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8. |
Goodbye, Jean-Luc
02:19
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Goodbye to language
and Jean-Luc Godard
It is the end of cinema
The last master is gone
The stars will recant
The planets hold firm
Goodbye to Jane
Her letters returned
Goodbye to the image
Expressing the truth
Goodbye to wisdom
Goodbye to youth
On a cold christmas morning
I started to cry
When i heard that Sam
Peckinpah had died
Goodbye Pasolini
Goodbye to Bresson
Goodbye Tarkovsky
And Francois Truffaut
Antonioni and Bergman
Died on the same day
Two thousand and seven
Seems like yesterday
Goodbye Cassevetes
Goodbye John Ford
And to all the good people
History has ignored
death has no words
life is nomadic
The pictures still move
In a world now gone static
We go to the movies
Its not the one we want to see
The one we wanted to live
Our names on the marquee
so it's goodbye jean-luc
there will be no last rites
Just break down the stages
and turn out the lights
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this land was born in blood
this land will die in blood
and every person will be buried
in a cemetary without crosses
he came from a town called 'Change"
where nothing ever changes
beautiful women and suffering men
innocent people lying dead
in a cemetary without crosses
for three long years your rode
along the trail of the buffalo
cutting through farmland and cattle ranges
facing the guns of strangers
now theres a price put on your soul
that cannot be redeemed in gold
the killers and their bosses
will try to cut their losses
and life will be forgotten
in a cemetary without crosses
mankind, born in blood
mankind, died in blood
nothing left behind, not even mud
this land is a cemetary without crosses
dust crack in the rack of lode
stay away from the railroad
throw away the bags of gold
into a cemetary without crosses
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10. |
Return to Alcatraz
02:36
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RETURN TO ALCATRAZ
ive been livin on the outside for too long
every time i break the law i feel like ive done somethin wrong
im a lonesome parolee
sick and tired of being free
alcatraz . alcatraz
the straight life's got no razzmatazz
wish i could return to alcatraz
i got a job screwin around with nuts and bolts'
passing the time of day with ordinary dolts
what happened to my friends
days of excitement with no end
what we need out here is some kind of revolt
alcatraz . alcatraz
each day i lose a little more pizzaz
i wish i could return to alcatraz
the only way back home
is on the alcatraz ferry route
and you can only stay there overnight
if you join the boy scouts
never order the special in a joint called Yesterdays"
i fumble l with the crap they should have thrown away
they ask how long im stayin
then i duck out without payin
and i lift a couple wallets on the way
alcatra alcatraz
wish i could return to alcatraz
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11. |
Phantoms Now
02:17
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why do you seldom do
what you dream of doing
when you do, you often find
its hardly worth the doing
you would be better served
were you content
with portions given freely
with consent
life is all around us
but seldom is within us
flowers open and close every day
some of us havent opened in months and weeks and years
for fear of the roots beneath us
life is in the street dogs
who talk with each other
as we sleep
and the rooster who crows
before we wake,
before we weep.
once we sprang into life
like birds from a bough
those days are past
we are all phantoms now
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