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Saturday Night Man
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I drive around from Saturday nightt to Sunday morning
Sometimes when the sun comes up
I dont realize its Sunday
My time has run down My luck has left me in the lurch
The girls Im cruisin are on their way to church
Im a Saturday night man
Looking for a Sunday mornug girl
If I was smart, Id give up the search
Because Im stll drinkin and all the girls are thinkin about
Is makin it on time to church
Sunday us for sleeping not for praying
Theres pleny of time for that in the working week
On Sunday afternoons Im channel surfin
and it aint the Holy Father I seek
Im a Saturday night man
Looking for a Sunday mornug girl
If I was smart, Id give up the search
Because Im stll drinkin and all the girls are thinkin about
Is makin it on time to church
People round here call me an infidel
Born to hang, then assigned to Hell
But truly and simply
Im a Saturday night man
Looking for a Sunday mornug girl
Who will take my heart in her hand
Im a Saturday night man
Looking for a Sunday mornug girl
And all I want us a one-life stand
Im a Saturday night man
Looking for a Sunday mornug girl
If I was smart, Id give up the search
Because Im stll drinkin and all the girls are thinkin about
Is makin it on time to church
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The Way a Woman Does
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a man doesnt need to be loved
the way a woman does
i get tired of complaints from the guys on the job
that their wives dont love them any more
its just that shes got other things on her mind
than the attention your so hungry for
and that is as it should be as it is and as it was
because a man doesnt need to be loved the way a woman does
she always needs you to hold her
to be kissed and caressed and adored
she needs you to love her every day
and each day a little bit more
im telling your straight but you might not believe it
You are here to give love, not to receive it
because a man doesnt need to be loved
the way a woman does
the love flows from the mother to the child
the days are gone when love ran wild
the love that flows through both of you
is just a real and just as true
but you dont need to be stroked and kissed
its all for the baby now
a man doesnt need to be loved
the way a woman does
the way a woman does
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The Other One Percent
02:11
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One percent of the population
Controls most of the money
That is a recipe for civil war
But there is another one percent
The ones who died in the pandemic
That is the one percent Im crying for
The other one percent
People dying
Still some people say that its a hoax
They are so numbed by political manupulation
They cant tell the parasites from the host
There arent so many parties
In the second floor apartment
Nobody is dancing in the street
The only light thats shining
Is a red trigger moon
Shining on the sweat of a million sheets
My four year old daughter
Has no one to play with
They have closed down all the parks and schools
There is a party in the harbor
And the lady of the reeds
Is waiting to receive that ship of fools
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Not Listening Anymore
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You ask me where did all the good songs go
You sure aint gonna find them on the radio
Instead of all the garbage in the whisperscream
Try listening to the songs of the singer in the street
chorus
Or tell me what you liked about the good old songs
Help me figure out what Ive been doing wrong
sometimes i wonder what i keep doing this for
but Im still writing Im still singing
You just not listening any more
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Im still singing about people who have lost their way
Confused and betrayed by the games people play
My songs go to the places where the poor people live
And Im singing about them with all the love I have to give
I sing about a world that no longer turns
I sing about the fires that forever burn
I sing about the migrants who work for little pay
I sing for everyy blue sky that has turned to to gray
Maybe it because I dont wear a big hat
they think that I dont know where its at
Or maybe I have lived to long and seen too much
Maybe that us why I am out of touch
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He was a hippie Christian
At the entrance to the mall
A bible held above his head
As he preached the ressurrection and the fall
Then came Lovin' Molly
Down the escalator stairs
Batting her green eyes at him
And fingering the ringlets in her silver hair
She kept moving closer
Soon they were face to face
He quoted a bible verse or two
Told her she was headed for a fiery place
"How do you know" Lovin Molly asked
"That I have not aready been saved?
Ive just returned from morning mass
For as a Catholic I have been raised."
"If you have Jesus in your heart
Then follow me into war
And join the Jesus Army
Come with me and sin no more
Molly just smiled and asked him
What was his given name
When he said "Jeremiah"
She said "Gerrie's my middle name."
"You must be a Jew for Jesus"
Lovin Molly said with a grin
"No, Jeremiah is the name I was given
On the day I was born again."
Jeremiah and Lovin Molly
Arrived at the house where the Jesus people dwelt
An elder tore the necklace with the peace sign from her neck
And told her she was going to Hell
Jeremiah told the elder
To fuck off and die
Then took his Lovin Molly
To a hotel room that night
Where he told her that if God disapproved
Of their lovem he would give them a sign
And as he gently entered her
Lightning fell from the sky
So without holy blessing
They lit the venal torch
When Lovin Molly woke up
She found her suitcase on the porch
Jeremiah went back to his spot at the mall
And preached the gospel truth
At lunchtime he was invited
To a Tete a tete for two
And so it went on day by day
for the better part of a year
In the middle of every sermon
Another devil woman would appear
Lovin Molly grew fat with child
Then got sick and died
She vanished innto the ether
Leaving nothing but a necklace and a peace sign left behind
Now if your looking for a moral
in every stupid song you hear
keep in mind that when a man writes a song
hes usually filled up with whisky and beer
take the story of Jeremiah\
and lovin molly for what it is
a one night stand that will be remembered
every night that bastard lives
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He was a typical drunken bastard Beat his wife Lost his kids
Forgiven but never forgotten
I know who he was and what he did
Now he cant get out of bed His butt is just a bone
Watching history on he war channel Abandond and alone
Beneath the ugly cruelty Traumas from the war
Nightmares still absorb him The pain of being poor
A mean and crusty son of a bitch but he never lost his sense of fun
and the end of every day My dad swam nude at the YMCA
He was the sailor who married the admirals daughter
Had four kids but wasnt much of a father
Worked on a team to put a man on the moon
Spent a night in a tree through a cajun monsoon
Couldnt stand Kennedy but he cried when he was killed
Its a crime against the country when a presidents blood is spilled
Hated Molly Brown she was sinkable for sure
But he loved Vincent Price and Victor Mature
He was a racist but Old Man River was his favorite song to sing
He thought shakespeare used too many words without saying anything
He coached little league baseball. liked to watch the children play
But most of all my dad like to swim nude at the YMCA
Now he cant get out of bed His butt is just a bone
Watching history on he war channel Abandond and alone
Suffered hell in the pacific at the battle of Midway
But its all over now. At the end of the day
My dad swam nude at the YMCA
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i want you to eagle rock me till my thing turns cherry red
then im gonna boogie your woogie
till i break all the slats in your bed
but first there are some things you gotta know
if you want to stay out of jail and pass go
never put a pencil in your eye
never tell the little ones a lie
never put your hat on a bed
dont put plastic bags over your head
dont put a roman candle in your mouth
you might get your brains knocked out
never put a window near the shower
Youll lose your life within the hour
you should buy a table and some chairs
Or the ligaments inside your bones will tear
never take an insult on the chin
never tell your mother where youve been
never tie a piece of string around a mans dick
dont cut off the head of a chicken when youre sick
never wear some clothes when theyre not the right size
never kill a moth when youre swatting flies
never hustle a man qho wears a dead mans shoes
leave the boys alone when they play the blues
never trust a short man with a big rear end
never cross a river when youre near the bend
never take a dollar bill from a drunk
never dive for something that has been sunk
never take a home made pastry from a witch
never pull a wounded man from a ditch
never knock on a door if it is locked
never accept a diamond ring that has been hocked
never start anything in the back seat of a cab
that cant be finished before reaching your pad
if a man is short dont kiss the top of his head
never buy a house that has been repainted red
if you follow all these things i say
if you follow all these things i say
if you follow all these things i say
if you follow all these things i say
if you follow all these things i say
i might just let you live aother day
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Barricades
02:55
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told myself i was one of the good guys
although i was the muscle
for the neighborhood's numbers racket
and i killed a kid in cold blood
coveting his cashmere jacket
now the furies buzz around my head
i sweep the ashes from the bed i made
and i reload my rifle
on the wrong side of the barricade
always told myself i had many friends
but in truth i only used them
to smuggle in untaxed cigarettes
and break the arms of immigrants
when they fell too far into debt
now i wear the mark of deadly shame
conjugal love was just a game i played
before i was enlisted
to the wrong side of the barricade
i thought i cared about my fellow man
until i gave the order
to silence the ones who surrendered
and when i took a torch
to skins of jellied gasoline
i saw the hell i had engendered
now im standing tall behind a shield
preparing to throw my last grenade
at the ghosts who are engraved
forever upon this barricade
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Vengeance of the Land
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Somebody came knocking at my door
Trying to sell me a piece of candy
I said I dont know who you are
And even if I did, I dont have any money handy
You say I am evil because I refuse to lend a hand
But its not me that is evil It is the vengeance of the land
Back off buddy get away frim my door
Take it on the arches Dont come around her no more
My brain is on fire Its going u[ in flames
I didnt bring the evil. It was here before I came
Im gonna tear off your shirt Burn you with my brand
Im the messenger that sends the vengeance of the land
I no longer comb my hair My scalp is getting crusty
My toenauls fall unto my socks My teeth are getting rusty
My wife finds me contemptible because Im going blind
she doesnt want to hear a thing that crosses through my mind
Bood and mllk are made to spill AIDS taught us that love can kill
So cover up take six steps back ir Ill send you home in a gunny sack
Damn the postmans drippy nose Damn the lady who washes my clothes
Damn the kids who trick or treat Damn the beggar in the street
In better days id wish you well Today I damn you all to hell
Its not me that is evil
Its the vengeance of the land
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10. |
The Time Was Ours
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I should have held onto that ten dollar guitar
Its worth ten thousad bucks today
Just of many vanluable things
That I threw away
The time was ours What did we do with it?
Watched it pass on clocks in school
Watched it pass in cubicles
As it slipped into the dark from the dawn
We watched it pass till it was gone
How did you pile up so much money
Working two bit jobs
Were you a stockmarket speculator
Or just a sleazy, crooked slob?
The time was ours What did we do with it?
Watched it pass on clocks in school
Watched it pass in cubicles
As it slipped into the dark from the dawn
We watched it pass till it was gone
The last valuable thing of mine
I let go without a fight
Had we held on for one more night
The world might have been ours tonight
The time was ours What did we do with it?
Watched it pass on clocks in school
Watched it pass in cubicles
As it slipped into the dark from the dawn
We watched it pass till it was gone
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11. |
Alabama Bound
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Shakespearem He said it all before
The Bible said it too
But they were talking to someone else
This is me talking to you
There is a high wind rising
It blows from east to west
Blowing all the birds
Back into their nests
Now mama bird said to papa bird
I swear I heard a snake
Papa bird searches every branch
Using his beak like a rake
He combs through each leaf most carefully
No snake can be found found
But down below there is a man in the back of a truck
Singing “Alabama Bound”
“Alabama Bound” “Alabama Bound”
I swear I heard Leadbelly singing, “Alabama Bound”
On the streets of Burmingham
The scene is so much worse
A woman was walking through a no-cop zone
When a pelican stole her purse
The mayor believes that dogs can talk
And elephants can fly
But he doesnt belueve it s such a big deal
When a million honey bees die
Taking a walk to the grocery store
Takes an iron will
What goes up doesnt always go down
Just ask the ghosts on Pork Chop Hill
Some old whore tries to get me to touch her
She is all infected and dirty
She wants us to talk about the good old days
When she was exceptionally pretty
Trying to get to the Carolinas
Driving with Texas plates
But the highway patrol blocking the border
Wouldnt let me into the state
So instead I headed for Florida
Thunking Id slice a little sand
But the beaches were lined with refrigerated trucks
Taking the dead to a better land
The love birds and the hate birds
Are learning new songs every day
All the songs they used to sing
Are being thrown away
Two ears can pick it up in stereo
One ear listens to mono
And the birds that flew out of Frisco
Never made it to Capistrano
Im “Alabama Bound” “Alabama Bound”
Im looking down
And I swear I heard Leadbelly singing, “Alabama Bound
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