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Lay down your burdens
Lay down your cares The Holy Virgin, she's gonna greet you up there With a big can of spray paint, yeah And a big blank wall And I can guaran-damn-tee you There ain't no cops around at all Graffiti Limbo Where do you go? Graffiti Limbo When there ain't no justice I only speak for myself But the word around town Is that something's shaking, yeah In the underground I only speak for myself But the word on the street Is that the writing's on the wall, yeah And the cop's on the beat Graffiti Limbo Where do you go? Graffiti Limbo When there ain't no justice (Now, I wrote this song for Michael Stewart. Michael Stewart was a young black graffiti artist who was arrested while writing graffiti on a subway wall in New York City. While under arrest, in the presence of eleven white transit cops, Michael Stewart was strangled to death. When his case was heard by the Grand Jury, you know, not one cop was found guilty. The coroner had lost the evidence and those cops are on the streets again.) Ah, you can have your little style wars, boys Yes, and you can keep your little dance But those crazy writers they don't stand a ghost of a chance No, it's 'Colar them cons' That's what Mayor Koch said He said, 'Call it a crime' And now it's steer clear of the engineer on that Midnight Special Line Graffiti Limbo Where do you go? Graffiti Limbo When there ain't no justice Graffiti Limbo Where do you go? Graffiti Limbo When there ain't no justice Ohhhh... |
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I took time out to write to my old friend
I walked across that burning bridge Mailed my letter off to Dallas But her reply came from Anchorage, Alaska She said: "Hey girl, it's about time you wrote It's been over two years you know, my old friend Take me back to the days of the foreign telegrams And the all-night rock and rollin'... hey Shell We was wild then Hey Shell, you know it's kind of funny Texas always seemed so big But you know you're in the largest state in the union When you're anchored down in Anchorage Hey Girl, I think the last time I saw you Was on me and Leroy's wedding day What was the name of that love song they played? I forgot how it goes I don't recall how it goes Anchorage Anchored down in Anchorage Leroy got a better job so we moved Kevin lost a tooth now he's started school I got a brand new eight month old baby girl I sound like a housewife Hey Shell, I think I'm a housewife Hey Girl, what's it like to be in New York? New York City - imagine that! Tell me, what's it like to be a skateboard punk rocker? Leroy says "Send a picture" Leroy says "Hello" Leroy says "Oh, keep on rocking, girl" "yeah, keep on rocking" Hey Shell, you know it's kind of funny Texas always seemed so big But you know you're in the largest state in the union When you're anchored down in Anchorage Oh, Anchorage Anchored down in Anchorage Oh, Anchorage |
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Me and my friend and this boy named Eddy
We were bored one afternoon We was sitting in the hay It was a hot Texas day And we was playing with matches Like some kids do We would throw our matches in the high dry grass Close our eyes and count to ten And then race the burning field Doin' the toe and heel We'd die laughing, we'd do it All over again I'm singin: Where there's smoke there's sure to be a fire Ready steady go it was Down to the wire We was racing Inevitability We was making trouble for the V.F.D. That's the Volunteer Fire Department now I'm sure you know how this story goes Our little fire ran out of control Somebody called for the V.F.D. It was not me (It weren't me, Jack) Ah they drive from fifteen miles away So when they arrive, I'm sorry to say That the field was black And the sky was grey And you know those barns they store hay in?... The volunteers all shook their heads And I recall one of them said This fire was no accident, no This fire started with a match I slowly backed into the crowd Me and Eddy we looked at each other We never mention it to this day But my friend, she went and Told her mother ah Jesus! Can you believe that She said: Where there's smoke there's sure to be a fire Ready steady go it was Down to the wire We was racing Inevitability, ma We was making trouble for the V.F.D., ma We was raising insurance premiums, ma We was spreading fear of arson We was spreading fear of arson All around Kelsey |
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