| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 4:51 | 
|
|||
|
Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets The sun goes down alone I'm drivin' by your house Though I know you're not at home But I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I never will forget those nights I wonder if it was a dream Remember how you made me crazy? Remember how I made you scream Now I don't understand what happened to our love But babe, I'm gonna get you back I'm gonna show you what I'm made of I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun I see you walkin' real slow and you're smilin' at everyone I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone Out on the road today, I saw a DEADHEAD sticker on a Cadillac A little voice Inside my head said, "Don't look back. You can never look back." I thought I knew what love was What did I know? Those days are gone forever I should just let them go but- I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone |
||||||
| 2. |
| 3:34 |
|
|||
|
You can make money, you can make good
friends You can make mistakes and you can make amends You can make it easy when push comes to shove, but- You can't make love You can make advances, you can make big plans Plant sloppy kisses all over her hands You can tell her everything you're dreamin' of, but- You can't make love Love's a little word that been kicked around Used too much, beaten down What in the world are you thinkin' of? You can't make love You can go through the motions with your magic spells Buy all the potions that Fifth Avenue sells You can try to call down all the stars above, but- You can't make love You can buy her diamonds, you can go out in style You can make a promise, you can walk down the aisle You can make a life for her that fits like a glove, but- You can' t make love Oh, it takes so long You gotta be strong Before it's gone What in the world where you thinkin' of, boy- You can't make love |
||||||
| 3. |
| 2:45 |
|
|||
|
I see these women at the car wash; women
at the mall Little-bitty women, and women who are tall One of them is perfect and I want her for myself Never gonna settle for anybody else All my good buddies try to fix me up- Buddy, I've had enough I'm gonna run a few red lights; grind a few gears Start a few fist fights; drink a few beers Even though I'm tryin' every trick in the book You gimme drop dead (drop dead), drop dead looks You the finest woman that I've ever seen Why you wanna be so mean? Well everybody tries to tell me There's nothin' I can do But I'm a man with a mission Baby you know it's you Man with a mission Man with a mission Man with a mission Baby, you know it's you Well I'm a Man with a mission Man with a mission Man with a mission Baby, you know it's you-it's you Everybody runnin' round here Sayin', "Where's the party? Where's the party?" Sonny-boy, don't ask me, 'cause I don't know I got somethin' else on my mind today- somewhere else to go Well-a, well-a, well-a everybody tries to tell me There's nothin' I can do But I'm a man with a mission Baby, you know it's you It's you Man with a mission........ |
||||||
| 4. |
| 4:41 |
|
|||
|
And you'd sell what is left of your soul for another go-round
You keep telling yourself she means nothing and maybe you should call her bluff But you don't really believe it You must not be drinkin' enough Well, the perfume she wore you can buy down at the Five & Dime But on some other woman it don't smell the same in your mind You keep telling yourself you can take it- Telling yourself that you're tough But you still wanna hold her You must not be drinkin' enough You'r not drinkin' enough to wash away old memories And there ain't enough whiskey in Texas to keep you from beggin', Please, please, please. She passed on your passion and stepped on your pride Turns out you ain't quite so tough Cause you still wanna hold her You must not be drinkin' enough Ay-yl-yl-yl Ask yourself why You still wanna hold her You must not be drinkin' enough Ay-yl-yl-yl etc. |
||||||
| 5. |
| 3:55 |
|
|||
|
Sometimes I wonder where it is love goes
I don't know if even Heaven knows But I know you had some dreams that didn't quite come true And now I'm not the one, little girl, who's keeping you I was either standing in your shadow or blocking your light Though I kept on trying I could not make it right For you girl- There's just not enough love in the world I know people hurt you so bad They don't know the damage they can do, and it makes me so sad- How we knock each other down just like children on a playground Even after that ol' sun went down- I was either standing in your shadow or or blocking your light Though I kept on trying I could not make it right For you girl- There's just not enough love in the world Oh darlin', this is still a shady little town And sometimes it's so hard to smile- For the world, for the camera- And still have something left You don't have to prove nothin' to nobody Just take good care of yourself I'm not easy to live with- I know that it's true You're no picnic either, babe And that's one of the things I loved about you But a time will come around when we need to settle down Got to get of this merry-go-round I was either standing in your shadow or blocking you're light Though I kept on trying I could not make it right For you girl- There's just not enough love in the world |
||||||
| 6. |
| 5:02 |
|
|||
|
The power of reason, the top of the heap
We're the ones who can kill the things we don't eat Sharper than a serpent's tongue Tighter than a bongo drum Quicker than a one-night stand Slicker than a mambo band And now the day is come Soon he will be released Glory hallelujah! We're building the Perfect Beast (building, building, etc..) It's Olympus this time- Olympus or bust For we have met the enemy -and he is us And now the day is come Soon he will be released Glory hallelujah! We're building the Perfect Beast (Building, Building) Ever since we crawled out of the ocean and stood upright on the land There are some things that we just don't understand: Relieve all pain and suffering and lift us out of the dark Turn us all into Methuselah- But where are we gonna park? (Building, Building) The secrets of eternity- We've found the lock and turned the key We're shakin' up those building blocks Going deeper into that box- (Pandora wouldn't like it) And now the day is come Soon he will be released Glory hallelujah! We're building the Perfect Beast (building, building) All the way to Malibu from the Land of the Talking Drum- Just look how far-look how far we've come |
||||||
| 7. |
| 4:30 |
|
|||
|
They're pickin' up the prisoners and puttin' 'em in a pen
And all she wants to do is dance, dance Rebels been rebels since I don't know when And all she wants to do is dance Molotov cocktail-the local drink And all she wants to do is dance, dance They mix 'em up right in the kitchen sink And all she wants to do is dance Crazy people walkin' round with blood in their eyes And all she wants to do is dance, dance Wild-eyed pistol waver who ain't afraid to die And all she wants to do is-- All she wants to do is dance and make romance She can't feel the heat comin' off the street She wants to party She wants to get down All she wants to do is-- All she wants to do is dance Well, the government bugged the men's room in the local disco lounge And all she wants to do is dance, dance To keep the boys from sellin' all the weapons they could scrounge And all she wants to do is dance But that don't keep the boys from makin' a buck or two And all she wants to do is dance, dance They still can sell the army all the drugs that they can do And all she wants to do is-- All she wants to do is dance and make romance Well, we barely made the airport for the last plane out As we taxied down the runway I could hear the people shout They said, "Don't come back here Yankee!" But if I ever do-- I'll bring more money 'Cause all she wants to do is dance and make romance Never mind the heat comin' off the street She wants to party She wants to get down All she wants to do is-- All she wants to do is dance All she wants to do is dance and make romance All she wants to do is dance |
||||||
| 8. |
| 4:29 |
|
|||
|
I used to work for Harvester
I used to use my hands I used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and harvested this great land Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn And I see the clouds 'cross the weathered faces and I watch the harvest burn I quit the plant in '57 Had some time for farmin' then Banks back then was lendin' money The banker was the farmer's friend And I've seen dog days and dusty days; Late spring snow and early fall sleet; I've held the leather reins in my hands and felt the soft ground under my feet Between the hot dry weather and the taxes, and the Cold War it's been hard to make ends meet But I always kept the clothes on our backs; I always put the shoes on our feet My grandson, he comes home from college He says, We get the government we deserve. My son-in-law just shakes his head and says, That little punk, he never had to serve. And I sit here in the shadow of the suburbs and look out across these empty fields I sit here in earshot of the bypass and all night I listen to the rushin' of the wheels The big boys, they all got computers; got incorporated, too Me, I just know how to raise things That was all I ever knew Now, it all comes down to numbers Now I'm glad that I have quit Folks these days just don't do nothin' simply for the love of it I went into town on the Fourth of July Watched 'em parade past the Union Jack Watched 'em break out the brass and beat on the drum One step forward and two steps back And I saw a sign on Easy Street, said, Be Prepared to Stop. Pray for the independent, little man I don't see next year's crop And I sit here on the back porch in the twilight And I hear the crickets hum I sit and watch the lightning in the distance but the showers never come I sit here and listen to the wind blow I sit here and rub my hands I sit here and listen to the clock strike, and I wonder when I'll see my companion again |
||||||
| 9. |
| 6:21 |
|
|||
|
Let's go down to the Sunset Grill We can watch the working girls go by Watch the "basket people" walk around and mumble And stare out at the auburn sky There's an old man there from the Old World To him, it's all the same Calls all his customers by name Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill You see a lot more meanness in the city It's the kind that tears you up inside Hard to come away with anything that feels like dignity Hard to get home with any pride These days a man makes you somethin' And you never see his face But there is no hiding place Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Respectable little murders pay They get more respectable every day Don't worry girl, I'm gonna stick by you And someday soon we're gonna get in that car and get outta here Let's go down to the Sunset Grill Watch the working girls go by Watch the "basket people" walk around and mumble And gaze out at the auburn sky Maybe we'll leave come springtime Meanwhile, have another beer What would we do without these jerks anyway? Besides, all our friends are here Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill |
||||||
| 10. |
| 3:38 |
|
|||
|
I met a Frenchman in a field last night
He was out there with an easel, painting carnival light He said, "I used to paint the princess; I used to paint the frogs Now I paint mustaches on dangerous dogs" He said, "Sometimes it's a country; sometimes it's a girl You, everybody got to have a purpose in this world You Yankees are so silly about matters of the heart Don't you know that women are the only works of art You're drivin' with your eyes closed You're drivin' with your eyes closed You're drivin' with your eyes closed You're gonna hit somethin' But that's the way it goes" Some guys were born to Rimbaud Some guys breathe Baudelaire Some guys just got to go and put their rockets everywhere You can breed 'em by the thousands; you can trick and you can train Just look at all those poor dogs that are dragged down bu the Seine How many arrows must I shoot into the blue? Ah, you little maniac, I'm crazy over you Before The Dearth of Lovers and The Punishment of Pride Let's go scrape out on the terrazzo It's just to hot outside "You're drivin' with your eyes closed You're drivin' with your eyes closed You're drivin' with your eyes closed You're gonna hit somethin' But that's the way it goes" Talk talk, talk and talk Talk talk, sweet talk Talk talk, tough talk Talk talk, dirty talk Talk talk, walk and talk Talk talk, big talk Kiss kiss, kiss Talk talk, talk and talk Talk talk, smooth talk Talk talk, body talk Talk talk, back talk Talk talk, small talk Talk talk, baby talk Talk talk, peace talk Talk talk, bullshit |
||||||
| 11. |
| 3:23 |
|
|||
|
Well, it's up in the mornin'
Everybody off and runnin' Everybody got some place to be Some people never go walkin' Some people just stop talkin' And I was slippin' away You came and pulled me through I wanna stay in the land of the living with you I wanna stay in the land of the living I wanna stay here with you I wanna stay in the land of the living I wanna stay here with you We work and we worry This old world's in such a hurry So many things we just don't see Some people always cryin' Some people just stop tryin' And I was slippin' away You came and pulled me through I wanna stay in the land of the living with you We hot to do what we can about all this pain and sorrow But try to live just a little We could all be gone tomorrow When I look at you girl, me heart rejoices You taught me somethin': Considering the choices- I wanna stay in the land of the living I wanna stay here with you I wanna stay in the land of the living I wanna stay here with you |
||||||
|
