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Intro -
Cm
Cm
There's a thick set man with frog eyes who was standing by the door
Bb
and a little bald man with wing nut ears was waiting in the car
G# Bb Fm Bb
Well Robert Moore past the frog eyed man as he walked into the bar
Cm
and Betty Coltrane she jumped under the table
Cm
What's your pleasure asked the barman he had a face like boiled meat
Bb
"There's a girl called Betty Coltrane who I have come to see"
G# Bb Fm Bb
Well I haven't seen that girl round here for more than a week"
Cm
and Betty Coltrane she hid beneath the table.
Chords worked out by Andy Field (andyf@cogs.susx.ac.uk)
Note:
In actual fact the guitar only ever plays the last two lines of each phrase
(i.e. G# Bb Fm Bb Cm). The other lines are bass only. However you can
play guitar over the whole thing if you don't have access to a band!
It was a miracle I even got out of Longwood alive,
this town full of men with big mouths and no guts;
I mean if you can just picture it,
the whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
and the street below showered in shards of broken glass,
and all the drunks pouring out of the dance halls
staring up at the smoke and the flames;
and the blind pencil seller waving his stick
shouting for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road;
and me, if you can believe this,
at the wheel of the of the car
closing my eyes and actually praying;
not to god above but to you,
saying:
help me, girl; help me, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
with your black as coal
and your long dark curls
some things we plan,
we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up;
others are works of inspiration, of poetry;
and it was this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs
to say my last goodbye
to a hair as white as snow and of pale blue eyes
saying:
I gotta go; I gotta go,
the bomb in the bread basket are ready to blow
in this town of men with big mouths and no guts,
the pencil seller's dog, spooked by the explosion, leaping under my wheels
as I careered out of Longwood on my way to you
waiting in your dress, in your dress of blue
I said:
thank you, girl; thank you, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
with your eyes black as coal
and your long, dark curls
and with the horses prancing through the fields,
with my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield;
I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you
waiting for me
in your dress of blue
thank you, girl. thank you, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
with your eyes black as coal
and your long, dark curls
I said:
thank you, girl; thank you, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
with your eyes black as coal
and your long, dark curls
I said:
thank you, girl; thank you, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
with your eyes black as coal
and your long, dark curls
I said:
thank you, girl; thank you, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
with your eyes black as coal
and your long, dark curls
thank you, girl; thank you, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
with your eyes black as coal
and your long, dark curls
Transcribed by: Paul McMullan and Trond J. Stroem for Something's
Gotten Hold Of My Heart, and Blake Cotton for The Singer and
Running Scared and All Tomorrow's Parties.
* Muddy Water
* I'm Gonna Kill That Woman
* Sleeping Analeah
* Long Black Veil
* Hey Joe
* The Singer
* All Tomorrow's Parties
* By The Time I Get To Phoenix
* The Hammer Song
* Something's Gotten Hold Of My Heart
* Jesus Met The Woman At The Well
* The Carnival Is Over
* Running Scared
(Cash, Daniels)
* riff after every two lines or so
A------2-0-------
E----------2-----
F# B
As I walk these narrow streets
F#
Where a million passin feet have trod before me *
F#
With my guitar in my hand
B F#
Suddenly I realize nobody knows me *
B
Where yesterday the multitude
F#
Screamed and cried my name out for a song *
F#
Today the streets are empty
B F#
And the crowds have all gone home **
F#
I pass a million houses
B B
But there is no place that I belong *
F#
All I knew to give you
B F#
Was song after song after song *
All the truths I tried to tell you
Were as distant to you as the moon
Born 200 years too late
And 200 years too soon
I'm a child of this age
Locked into the pages of your book
And when I am but dust and clay
And all the children stop to take a look
Will they marvel at the miracles I did perform
And the heights I did aspire
Or will they tear out the pages of the book
To light a fire
With the rain on my face
There is no place that I belong
Did you forget this fucking singer so soon?
And did you forget my song?
(Velvet Underground)
These are just the standard chords, the way the Velvet Underground and I
assume the Seeds play it is with a gooseneck tuning where all the
strings are tuned to D.
C C Bb Bb/A C
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
F Dm G G
To all tomorrow's parties
(same)
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties
F F G G
And where will she go and what shall she do
F F G G
When midnight comes around
C C Bb Bb/A C
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
F Dm C
And cry behind the door
Lead fill:
C
e:-1---0------------0------------------------------------------
B:---------3----3---1------------------------------------------
G:------------------0------------------------------------------
D:------------------2------------------------------------------
A:------------------3------------------------------------------
E:-------------------------------------------------------------
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties
And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
Solo: (this is almost it)
F C G C
e:-5-5-5-3-----------------------------------------------------
B:---------6-3-5-5-5-5-----------3---3-3-5-5-5-5---------------
G:-----------------------2-4-4-4---4---------------------------
D:-------------------------------------------------------------
A:-------------------------------------------------------------
E:-------------------------------------------------------------
F C G C
e:-8-8-8--7--5--------------1-1-1-0----0-----------------------
B:--------------3-5-5-5-5-----------3--1-----------------------
G:-------------------------------------0-----------------------
D:-------------------------------------2-----------------------
A:-------------------------------------3-----------------------
E:-------------------------------------------------------------
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties
(Greenaway/Cook)
(NOTE: These chords are really for Gene Pitney's
original; Cave does it in a lower key, but I haven't
bothered to check out which. - Trond.)
INTRO:
C G Em D
(Gm)Something's gotten hold of my (F)heart
Keeping my (Eb)soul and my (D7)senses a(Gm)part
Something's gotten into my (F)life
Cutting it's (Eb)way through my (D7)dreams like a (Gm)knife
(F)Turning me (Eb)up, and (D7)turning me (Gm)down
(F)Making me (Eb)smile, and (D7)making me (Gm)frown
(Gm)In a world that was (F)small
I once lived in a (Bb7)time that was (Eb)peace and
no (D7)troubles at (Gm)all
But then you came my (F)way
And a feeling (of) un(Gm)known shook my (F)heart,
made me (C7)want you to (F)stay
(C7)All of my (F)nights, and (C7)all of my (Eb)days
(D7) (yeah I gotta tell you now)
(Gm)Something's gotten hold of my (F)hand
Dragging my (Eb)soul to a (D7)beautiful (Gm)land
Yeah, something has invaded my (F)night
Painting my (Eb)sleep with a (D7)colour so (Gm)bright
(F)Changing the (Eb)grey, and (D7)changing the (Gm)blue
(F)Scarlet for (Eb)me, and (D7)scarlet for (G)you
(C) (G) (Em) (A)
I (A7)got to know if this is the real thing
I (A9)got to know it's making my heart sing
Wo-hoo-(D)o-ye-e-e-e-e e-(D9)
You (D7)smile and I am lost for a lifetime
Each (D9)minute spent with you is the (D7)right time
Every hour, every day
You touch me and my mind goes astray, yeah
Baby, baby
(Gm)Something's gotten hold of my (F)hand
Dragging my (Eb)soul to a (D7)beautiful (Gm)land
Something has invaded my (F)night
Painting my (Eb)sleep with a (D7)colour so (Gm)bright
(F)Changing the (Eb)grey, and (D7)changing the (Gm)blue
(?)Scarlet for (Eb)me, and (D7)scarlet for (Gm)you
A9:xx2423
D9:200210
(* Play the Bb7 as a bare chord on the 6th fret to make
it sound right, i.e. 686766. - Trond.)
Comments from Paul McMullan:
The position of the chords is about right I think. In
many cases they should be played on the start of the
word that follows the chord. For example, (F)scarlet
... means the F is played on the s. My positioning of
the chords isn't exactly the same as the sheet music -
it doesn't always correspond to where the guitar chord
has been placed. But it does agree with the chord (or
note) in the piano notation.
(???)
A
Just running scared
Bm
Each place we go
C#m
So afraid
E7 E9sus4 E7
That he might show
A
Yeah, running scared
Bm
What would I do
C#m
If he came back
E7 A
And wanted you
A
Just running scared
Bm
Feeling low
C#m
Running scared
E7
You loved him so
A
Just running scared
Bm
Afraid to lose
C#m
If he came back
E7 A A7
Which one would you choose
D D6
Then all at once
Dmaj7 D Dmaj7 D6
He was standing there
D D6
So sure of himself
Dmaj7 D Dmaj7 D6
His head in the air
D D6
My heart was breaking
Dmaj7 D
Which one would it be?
D D6 D E7 A
You turned around and walked away with me
Table of Contents:
* Muddy Water
* I'm Gonna Kill That Woman
* Sleeping Analeah
* Long Black Veil
* Hey Joe
* The Singer
* All Tomorrow's Parties
* By The Time I Get To Phoenix
* The Hammer Song
* Something's Gotten Hold Of My Heart
* Jesus Met The Woman At The Well
* The Carnival Is Over
* Running Scared
* Black Betty
(J. Bundrick)
Mary, grab the baby, the river's rising
Muddy water taking back the land
The old-frame house, she can't take-a one more beating
Ain't no use to stay and make a stand
Well the morning light shows water in the valley
Daddy's grave just went below the line
Things to say, you just can't take em with ya
This flood will swallow all you've left behind
Won't be back to start all over
Cause what I felt before is gone
Mary, take the child, the river's rising
Muddy water taking back my home
The road is gone, there's just one way to leave here
Turn my back on what I've left below
Shifting land, broken farms around me
Muddy water's changing all I know
It's hard to say just what I'm losing
Ain't never felt so all alone
Mary, take the child, the river's rising
Muddy water taking back my home
Won't be back to start all over
Cause what I felt before is gone
Mary, take the child, the river's rising
Muddy water's changing all I know
Muddy water's changing all I know
Lord, this muddy water is taking back my home
(J.L. Hooker)
Yeah, my baby left me this morning
And I don't care now, I don't care what the people say
Yeah, I did everything that I could, everything I
could,
Lord knows I did everything I could
I tried to satisfy her worried mind, that's what I did
You know she was nothing but trouble, trouble
She keep me worried all the time
God knows her movements are killing me
Yeah, my baby stayed out all night long, all night long
She keep me worried all the time
Yeah, I lay down last night I was thinking
Must I kill that woman? Must I kill that woman?
Oh Lord I get down on my knees
They tell me God forgivin' everything you do
But I don't care what the people say
I'm gonna kill that woman,
I'm gonna kill that woman, God knows
I'm gonna get down on my knees
(Newbury, Folger)
Yesterday the sun was shining but you're finding the
sun it
Don't shine all the time
A winter day suddenly came your way
And you ran into your mind
Sleeping Analeah, Weeping Analeah
Do you think you're ready for me?
Oh and yesterday is gone forever and ever, never
To be again
You looked for the sunshine, that brought warmth to
your mind
But find only rain
Sleeping Analeah, Weeping Analeah
No, you're not ready for me
But when yesterday becomes a memory, a memory
That we uncovered in time
If you still remember that cold September
I reigned in your mind
Sleeping Analeah, Weeping Analeah
Then you'd be ready for me
(D. Del, M. Wilkins)
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed 'neath the Town Hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me
The judge he said: Son, what is your alibi
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die
But I spoke not a word though it meant my life
For I'd been in the arms of my best friends wife
Now the scaffold is high and eternity is near
She stood in the crowd but shed not a tear
But sometimes at night when the cold winds moan
In a long black veil she cries on my bones
(W. Roberts)
Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?
I'm gonna shoot my baby, I caught her messin round with
another man
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your baby down
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your baby down
Yes I did I shot her, I went and put her in the ground
Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now?
Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now?
I'm heading way down South where I can be free
I'm heading Mexico way, no hangman's about to put a
leash around me
(Cash, Daniels)
As I walk these narrow streets
Where a million passin feet have trod before me
With my guitar in my hand
Suddenly I realize nobody knows me
Where yesterday the multitude
Screamed and cried my name out for a song
Today the streets are empty
And the crowds have all gone home
I pass a million houses
But there is no place that I belong
All I knew to give you
Was song after song after song
All the truths I tried to tell you
Were as distant to you as the moon
Born 200 years too late
And 200 years too soon
I'm a child of this age
Locked into the pages of your book
And when I am but dust and clay
And all the children stop to take a look
Will they marvel at the miracles I did perform
And the heights I did aspire
Or will they tear out the pages of the book
To light a fire
With the rain on my face
There is no place that I belong
Did you forget this fucking singer so soon?
And did you forget my song?
(L. Reed)
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties
And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's gown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Why silks and plumes of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties
And what shall she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties
(J. Webb)
By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll be rising
And she'll find that note that I left hanging on the
door
And she'll laugh when she reads the part
That says: "I'm leaving"
Cause I've left that girl so many times before
And by the time I get to Albuquerque, she'll be working
And she'll take off time just to give me a call
And she'll hear that phone keep right on ringing and
ringing
On the wall, yeah oh, that's all
And by the time I make Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly in her sleep and call my name out
low
And then she'll cry just to think that I'd really leave
her, I left her
But time after time after time I tried to tell her so
But she just didn't know That I would really go
That I would really go
(A. Harvey)
Oh please don't send me out
Said the man with the hammer, hammering the anvil
I been walking on a road of rocks
And I keep on hammering, keep on hammering, keep on
hammering,
Hammering the anvil
Don't let the sun go down
Said the man with the fire, firing the furnace
I been buried in the snow
And I keep on firing, keep on firing, keep on firing,
Firing the furnace
Oh don't talk to me
Said the man with the chisel, chiseling the surface
I been sleeping far too long
And I keep on chiseling, keep on chiseling, keep on
chiseling,
Chiseling the surface
I don't know what you mean
Said the man with the shovel, shoveling the ashes
I been digging in the frozen ground
And I keep on shoveling, keep on shoveling, keep on
shoveling,
Shoveling the ashes
Shoveling the ashes
Chiseling the surface
Firing the furnace
Hammering the anvil
(Greenaway, Cooke)
Something's gotten hold of my heart
Keeping my soul and my senses apart
Something's gotten into my life
Cutting its way through my dreams like a knife
Turning me up and turning me down
Making me smile and making me frown
In a world that was small
I once lived in a time there was peace with
no trouble at all
But then you came my way
And a feeling unknown shook my heart, made me
want you to stay
All of my nights and all of my days
I gotta tell you now
Something's gotten hold of my hand
Dragging my soul to a beautiful land
Something has invaded my nights
Painting my sleep with a colour so bright
Changing the grey and changing the blue
Scarlet for me and scarlet for you
I've got to know if this is the real thing
I've got to know what's making my heart sing
You smile and I am lost for a lifetime
Each minute spent with you is the right time
Every hour, every day
You touch me and my mind goes astray
(Traditional, Arr. The Alabama Singers)
Jesus met the woman at the well
Jesus met the woman at the well
And he told her, everything that she'd done, that she'd
done
And he said, woman, look-a here woman,
Tell me where is your husband?
She said whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I don't have one
He said, woman, look-a here woman,
They tell me you have five husbands
And that man you have now sure ain't one
She went running, crying, God help me
She said whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, you must be the
prophet
Because you told me everything that I've done
(T. Springfield, F. Farian)
Say goodbye, my one true lover
And we'll steal a lover's song
How it breaks my heart to leave you
Now the carnival has gone
Oh my love, the dawn is breaking
And my tears are falling rain
For the carnival is over
We may never meet again
Like a drum my heart was beating
And your kiss was sweet as wine
But the joys of love are fleeting
For Pierrot and Columbine
Now the cloak of night is falling
This will be our last goodbye
Though the carnival is over
I will love you till I die
(Orbison, Melson)
Just running scared, each place we go
So afraid, that he might show
Yeah, running scared, what would I do
If he came back and wanted you?
Just running scared, feeling low
Running scared that you love him so
Just running scared, afraid to lose
If he came back, which one would you choose?
And then all at once, he was standing there
So sure of himself, his head in the air
While my heart was breaking, which one would it be?
Then you turned round and walked right out on me
(Leadbelly)
A traditional version is also available.
Look-a look-a yonder (3x)
Well the sun done gone
The captain can't hold her (3x)
The way I do now
Ada got a gold mine (3x)
Way above her knees
The shiv (?) is golden (3x)
Above her knees
Look-a look-a yonder (3x)
Well the sun done gone
Wohoh, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x)
Black Betty had a baby, bam-e-lam (2x)
Damn thing was crazy, bam-e-lam (2x)
Wohoh, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x)
Oh, Betty Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x)
Black Betty had a baby, bam-e-lam (2x)
Damn thing was crazy, bam-e-lam (2x)
Black Betty didn't mind, bam-e-lam (2x)
Damn thing was blind, bam-e-lam (2x)
Wohoh, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x)
Black Betty, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x)
Jump steady Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x)
That Monday, I was arrested
Tuesday, I locked up in jail
Wednesday baby, my trial's tested
On Thursday, nobody could blow my bail
Yes, I'm almost done (3x)
And I ain't gonna yell against no bells
On Monday, baby I went a-walking
Tuesday, I .... asked to go
On Wednesday I sat down a-talking
On Thursday she hock all a my clothes
Yes, I'm almost done (3x)
And I ain't gonna .... no more
Transcribed by Maria...
* The Friend Catcher
* Waving My Arms
* Catman
* Mr. Clarinet
* Happy Birthday
* A Catholic Skin
* The Red Clock
* Faint Heart
* Death By Drowning
* The Hair Shirt
* Hats On Wrong
* Guilt Parade
* Riddle House
I have a friend in you, oh Mr Clarinet
You make me laugh, and then cry like the song of the
clarinet.
Marry me, marry me alive O
I put on my coat of trumpets
Will she be there? Is my piccolo on straight?
Her white stockings and red dress that goes
swish, swish, swish around her legs of lace
Marry me, marry me alive O
Could you tell her
Would you tell her for me, oh Mr Clarinet
That I love her love her, oh love her
I love her but I cannot wait
Marry me, marry me alive O
Oh maybe, oh maybe lie down
I love her, love her, love her
Love her love her love her love her
Happy Birthday
It's a very happy day
We are at lots of fun fun fun
And it's ice-cream and jelly
and a punch in the belly
How much can you throw over the walls?
And see how his face glows
It's a bike! What a surprise.
It's a big bike. What a big surprise.
It's a red bike. What a red surprise.
Oh, what a surprise.
But the best thing there
But the best thing there
Was the wonderful dog chair
Was the beautiful dog chair
That could count right up to ten
It could count right up to ten
It went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof, woof, woof.
And it's another happy day.
He was born eleven years ago
And this year it's long trousers
and a very smart tie.
Just think in five years he'll be shaving.
And see how his face glows
It's a bike. What a surprise!
It's a samurai sword.
What a metal surprise.
He'll remember this day for the rest of his life.
But the best thing there
But the best thing there
Is that fabulous dog chair
The immaculate dog chair
That could count right up to eleven
It could count right up to eleven
It went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof,
woof, woof, woof.
But the best thing there
But the best thing there
Was my darling the dog chair
But the rampaging dog chair
That could count right up to eleven
It could count right up to eleven.
And it went round and round the house.
Transcribed by Lehn Fitzgerald...
Table of Contents:
* She's Hit
* Dead Joe
* The Dim Locator
* Hamlet (Pow, Pow, Pow)
* Several Sins
* Big-Jesus-Trash-Can
* Kiss Me Black
* Six Inch Gold Blade
* Kewpie Doll
* Junkyard
* Release The Bats
* Blast Off
there is woman-pie in here
mr. evangalist says she's hit
the best cook you ever had
ya can't blame the good-woman now, dad
and ya looked him up for 20 years
now there's action on the basement stairs
a monster half man half beast climbs
hear the hatchet (grind, grind)
pilgrim gets 1 hacked daughter
and all we guys get are 40 hack reporters
uptown 100 skirts are bleeding
mr. evangilist says
she's hit ev'ry little bit
she's hit ev'ry little bit
now if only we could all grow wings and fly
sweet hatchet swing low son
I'm feeling pretty lonesome
christen the bastard jack dad
the head-shrinker is a quack
"anyone who'd wear their hair like that"
the vinyl is so cool/the conversation's cruel
hold my heart romeo its in a rodeo
hold my head daddy-o it just won't go-o-o-o
and all the girls across the world
are hit ev'ry little bit
Oh-ho-ho-ho Dead Joe
Welcome to the car smash
Dead Joe
Junk sculpture turning back to junk Dead Joe
Oh joe nooooo! it's christmas time Joe
it's christmas time now for you and all the little
bells are hanging 2X2 the holly and the nativity
oh speak to me Joe speak to me Joe speak to me Joe
oh-oh-oh-ho
Dee---e---e--e--e-e-ad Joe
welcome to the car crash
you can't tell the boys from the girls anymore
oh-ho-ho
Dead Joe, the end.
Inanimational items elude I, and
In-an-emotional-motion I swallow my
Motive of quicker location is slammed
my dim chance of skipping this thick world is thin
They call me Dim
I am the Dim Locator
Dim Locator
Loco, lomo, loco, lomo l'wow, wow, wow
(same as above)
intrigueinometry treads on my trail
Entriggering traps for a gross gang of ghost types
Who later are packed in a cast iron trunk
these things have been known, to get out of their wraps
Don't call me Dim
I am the Dim locator
Dim Locator
Loco, lomo......
Fog fished and filtered is filling my case book, of
friends who fall foul of my files trip and breakneck
are stacked in the woodshed for further good use
Theres some certain people who shouldn't start fires
So call me Dim!
I am the Dim Locator!
Dim Locator!
Don't call me Dim!
Hamlet fishin' in the grave
thru custard bones and stuff
he aint got no friend in there
I believe our man's in love
Hamlet's got a gun-now
he wears a crucifex
pow pow pow pow
Hamlet moves so beautiful
walking thru the flowers
who are hing 'round the corners
He's movin' down the street-now
he likes the look of that cadillac
pow pow pow pow
Is this love some kinda love
Now he movin' down my street
and he's coming to my house
crawling up my stairs
Where for art thou baby-face
where-for-art-thou
pow pow pow pow
Is this love
Pow!
He shoot it inside
Don't let'em steal your heart away
he went and stole my heart
POW!!
hey hey hey
POW!!
This is a dead letter tale
If I could make this print talk
You made a deep mark/deep mark on me
and only saints say such things as those
so I slid under the floor
under the oak and the iron
with you under oak and iron
under the thick and under the thin
where only fire grows
I forgot to tell you several things-Ma
I forgot to tell you 'bout the 7 sins
And I spat dead letter words
and all the breath that I own
imprinted one word in red/I read
And only saints say such things as these
(about the marks on your throat)
Under the oak and the iron
under the fat and the thick and the thin
and all of that, and a few 100 more
and only fire grow
I heard the fire grow
Alone in the......
Big Jesus soulmates Trash Can
fucking rotton business this
bot feet in the bad-boot
siff in the crypt, babay, like a rock
rock-rock-rock
Big-Jesus soul-mates Trash-Can
pumped me fulla Trash at least it smelt like Trash
wears a suit of Gold (got greasy hair)
but God gave me sex appeal
well-well-well-rock
he drives a trash can
he's comin to my town rock rock rock
ro-o-o-o-o-ck!
Big Jesus Oil King down in Texas
drives great holy tanks of gold
screams from heaven's graveyard
American heads will roll in Texas (roll like Daddies
meat)
roll under those singing stars of Texas
well-well-well
he drives a trash can
he's coming to my town
Now they put the stink on us
stuffed us fulla incubus
choc-o-block with sucubus
never more than fuck to us
c'mon and kiss me black
I stuck a six inch gold blade inside the head of a girl
she: lying through her teeth
him: lying on his back
hands of this one,hands off she cried
grinning at me from hip to hip
hands off, pretty baby, tough blood then so soft to
slip
ooohh yeah
I stuck a six inch gold blade in the head of a girl
sharks fun slices suger-bed slices that pretty red-head
I love you! now me! I love you!
laughter, laughter
oh baby, those skinny girls, they're so quick to murder
ooohhh yeah.
Shake it baby, c'mon, shake, shake it baby
Well I love that Kewpie Doll
yeah I bought her in a show
I dressed her up in a cheap red cotton dress
but everything was either fished-out or spat out
fished out or spat out
well i love that kewpie doll
but I could not make it stick
only she could save my soul
she put her hands inside of me
well I love that kewpie-doll
dressed her in a cheap red cotton dress
fished it out now
spat it our now
spat it out in front of me
well I love that kewpie doll
but I could not make it stick
doll doll doll doll
I held her in my cheap arms
she believed in me her soul plus my arms
well I love that kewpie doll
I told her phony storys
i love that kewpie doll
she believed in me
doll doll dolll doll
cupie on a stick
I can see her coming even now
kupie on a stick
I can see her walking to me even now
well I love that kewpie-doll
but I could not make it stick
I am the King, I am the kind
One dead marine through the hatch
scratch and scrape this heavenly body
every ince of winning skin
there's garbage in honeys sack again
honey honey honey honey
come on and kiss me
Honey honey honey
honey's child is taken over this place
two dead marines standing in line
drink to me! this heavenly body
every inch a winning thing
honey honey honey
hack hack hack hack this heavenly body
yack yack yack yack yack goes junk-face
scratch scape scratch this winning skin
there's garbage in honey's sack again
garbage in honey garbage in honey
garbage in honey's sack again
garbage in honey
junkwayrd king junkyard king
King king king
Whoooahh! Bite! Whoooah! Bite!
Release the bats! Release the bats!
Don't tell me that it doesn't hurt
a hundred fluttering in your skirt
don't tell me that it doesn't hurt
My baby is alright
she doesn't mind a bit of dirt
she says "horror vampire bat bite"
she says "horror vampire
How I wish those bats would bite"
Whoooah! Bite
Release the bats! Release the bats!
Pump them up and explode the things
Her legs are chafed by sticky wings
(sticky sticky little things)
My baby is a cool machine
she moves to the pace of her generator,
says damn that sex supreme
she says damn that horror bat
sex vampire, cool machine
Release the bats! Release the bats!
Release them!
Baby is a cool machine
she moves to the pulse of a generator
she says damn that sex supreme
she says, she says damn that horror bat
sex horror sx bat sex horror sex vampire
sex bat horror vampire sex
coll machine
horror bat. Bite!
Cool Machine. Bite!
Sex vampire. Bite!
This time it's the truth
this time nothings goinna fall on through
these books
are broken up
Blast off!
Wham! bam!
Right off the shelf
Right off the shelf
Blast off!
This is it- the last one
This ine's the final-in-a-fair-field-of-wheat
This building
Will may be fall down
Blast off!
Down! down!
Down! down!
The ground
Down! down!
The ground
Blast off!
Transcribed by Maria and Blake.
Table of Contents:
* Jennifer's Veil
* Mutiny In Heaven
* Swampland
* Say A Spell
* Sonny's Burning
* Wild World
* Fears Of Gun
* Deep In The Woods
* Pleasure Avalanche
* The Six Strings That Drew Blood
* Vixo
So you've come back for Jennifer
You know, she hides her face behind a veil
I'm warning you Frankie, leave on the next train
Your Jennifer she just isn't the same
Quit waving that thing about! Come back!
Come back and give me a chance to explain
Your baby will never cry again.
So don't try to reach out
And don't let the ship's flag down
Point the figure-head at the storm
And drive her hard upon
Don't stop and don't stop
And don't let the veil drop
(Another ship ready to sail--the rigging is tight
Tight like Jennifer's veil).
She drew the curtain on her face
Ever since they came and burnt the old place down
Why is she searching through the ashes?
Why, only Jennifer knows that now.
And the officer, without a word,
Left all his junk and just moved out.
So don't try to reach out
And don't let the ship's flag down
Point the figure-head at the glass
Smash! Smash! into shards
Don't stop and don't touch!
And don't let the veil drop...behind Jennifer's veil
Oh God! Frankie! Is that really you!
Get back! Don't reach out!
Get back, and get that lantern out of my room!
Don't try to reach out
And don't let the ship's flag down
Down, down over her, like a shroud
And let her sail on the sea like a stone.
Don't touch and don't touch
And don't let the veil drop
Another ship ready to dock...the rigging comes loose...
Well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored
wings
Mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and
crutches!
(Damn things nearly hardly flap)
Canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures
That look like...
Long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil
mortal girl
(Like a ground -plan of Hell)
Curse these smartin strings! These fucken ruptures!
Enough! Enough is enough!
(If this is Heaven ah'm bailin out)
If this is Heaven ah'm bailin out
Ah caint tolerate this ol tin-tub
So fulla trash and rats! Felt one crawl across mah soul
For a seckon there , as thought as wassa back down in
the ghetto!
(Rats in Paradise! Rats in Paradise!)
Ah'm bailin out! There's a mutiny in Heaven!
Ah wassa born...
And Lord shakin, even then was dumpt into some icy
font,
like some great stinky unclean!
From slum-chuch to slum-church, ah spilt mah heart
To some fat cunt behind a screen...
Evil poppin eye presst up to the opening
He'd slide shut the lil perforated hatch...at night mah
body
blusht
To the whistle of the birch
With a lil practice ah soon learnt to use in on mahself
Punishment?! Reward!! Punishment?! Reward!!
Well, ah tied on...percht on mah bed ah was...
sticken a needle in mah arm...
Ah tied off! Fucken wings burst out mah back
(Like ah was cuttin teeth!!)
Ah took off!!!
(Rats in Paradise! Rats in Paradise!)
There's a mutiny in Heaven!
Oh Lord, ah git down on mah knees
(Ah git down on mah knees and start to pray)
Wrapped in mah mongrel wings, ah nearly freeze
In the howlin wind and drivin rain
(All the trash blowin round 'n' round)
>From slum-heaven into town
Ah take mah tiny pain and rollin back mah sleeve
(Roll anna roll anna roll anna roll)
Ah yank the drip outa mah vein! UTOPIATE! Ah'm bailin
out!
UTOPIATE!
If this is Heaven ah'm bailin out!
Mah threadbare soul teems with vermin and louse
Thoughts come like a plague to the head...in God's
house!
Mutiny in Heaven!
(Ars infectio forco Dio)
To the plank!
(Rats in Paradise! Rats in Paradise!)
Ah'm bailin out!
(Hail Hypuss Dermio Vita Rex!)
Hole inna ghetto! Hole inna ghetto!
(Scabio Murem per Sanctum...Dio, Dio, Dio)
Quixanne, ah'm in its grip
Quixanne, ah'm in its grip
Sinken in the mud
Patron-saint of the Bog.
They cum with boots of blud
Wit pitchfawk and with club
Chantin out mah name
Got doggies strainin onna chain
Lucy, ah'll love ya till the end!
They hunt me like a dog
Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land!
So cum mah executioners! Cum bounty hunters!
Cum mah county killers--for ah cannot run no more
Ah cannot run no more
Ah cannot run no more
No I can't!
Lucy, ya won't see this face agin
Wheb ya caught ya swing and burn...
Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land!
The trees are veiled in fog
The trees are veiled in fog
Like so many jilted brides
Now they're all breakin down and cry
Cryin tears upon mah face
Cryin tears upon mah face
And they smell of gasolene
a-a-a-a-ah- scr-e-e-e-a-am
Lucy, ya made a sinner out of me
Now ah'm burnin like a saint
Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land!
So cum mah executioners! Cum mah bounty huntahs!
Cum mah county killers--ya know ah cannot run no more
No ah cannot run no more.
Have you heard how Sonny's burning
Like some bright erotic star?
And He lights up the proceedings
And raises the temperature.
Flame on! Flame on!
Now I've seen to Sonny's burning
Someday I think I'll cut him down
But it can get so cold in here
And he gives off such an evil heat.
Flame on! Flame on!
Hail my incubatic incubator.
Now pay witness to Sonny's burning
Warming the damp and rotten seed
Warming the damp and rotten seed
That blooms into the DEMON FLOWER
Now both fire and flowers consume me.
Flame on! Flame on!
Evil heat is running through me
Flame on! Flame on!
Sonny's burning pits into me
Flame on! Flame on!
Sonny's burning holes into me
Don't interrupt! Don't interrupt!
Flame on! Flame on!
Hold me up baby for I may fall
Hold my dish-rag body tall
Our bodies melt together (we are one)
Post crucifixion baby, and all undone.
It's a wild world
Church bells ring out the toll of our night
Forward and forever backward
Forever backward forever forward alright
Strophe and antistrophe strophe and antistrophe
Antistophe antistrophe
(C'mon baby, hold me tight)
Up here in your arms tonight.
Don't push me
Don't push me
It's a wild world.
Gun wears his alcoholism well
Finger in Bottle and swingin' it still
From Bed to Sink and back again
Clock is crawlin' round the same
He's bustin' Clock (he hates its face)
Just sittin' and talkin' to Heart and ticks
Talkin' back to Clock in slow and studied kicks
The fears of Gun are the fears of everyone.
Fingers down the throat of love
Fingers down the throat of love
Fingers down the throat of love
Love! Love!
Gun does the waltz around the room
Collecting Table and Chairs and Sofa and so on and so
on
Gun wears his best blue suit, now let's take to the sky
'We'll go dancin' and eatin' it up
Get a bottle and push it on down'
And let's just beat it up
Transistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad and lonely
song
Saying 'Where she gone? Where she gone?'
The fears of Gun are the fears of everyone.
Fingers down the throat of love
Fingers down the throat of love
Fingers down the throat of love
Love! Love!
The woods eats the woman and dumps her honey-body in
the mud
Her dress floats down the well and it assumes the shape
of the body of a little girl
Yeah I recognize that girl
She stumbled in some time last loneliness
But I could not stand to touch her now
My one and onlyness.
Deep in the woods
Deep in the woods
Deep in the woods a funeral is swinging.
Worms make their cruel design
Saying D-I-E into her skin
Saying DEAD into belly and DEATH into shoulder