Barry Adamson

Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand


He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand


You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand


(Organ solo)


You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand


(Organ solo)

Extra verse from DJ Spooky Remix (From Scream 2 Soundtrack):
He'll extend his hand, real slowly for a shake
You'll see it coming toward you, real slowly for a shake
(Grabbing at your peril buddy?) cause you know you ain't
getting near much as he will take.


He's a...

He's mumbling words you can't understand
He's mumbling word behind his red right hand.

Take a little walk to the edge of town
and go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
in a dusty black coat with
a red right hand

He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul,
but there won't be a single thing
that you can do
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand

You don't have no money?
He'll get you some
You don't have no car?
He'll get you one
You don't have no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
'cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand

You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand

Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand


He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand


You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand


(Organ solo)


You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand


(Organ solo)

Extra verse from DJ Spooky Remix (From Scream 2 Soundtrack):
He'll extend his hand, real slowly for a shake
You'll see it coming toward you, real slowly for a shake
(Grabbing at your peril buddy?) cause you know you ain't
getting near much as he will take.


He's a...

He's mumbling words you can't understand
He's mumbling word behind his red right hand.

People just ain't no good
I think that's welll understood
You can see it everywhere you look
People just ain't no good

We were married under cherry trees
Under blossom we made pour vows
All the blossoms come sailing down
Through the streets and through the playgrounds

The sun would stream on the sheets
Awoken by the morning bird
We'd buy the Sunday newspapers
And never read a single word

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good

Seasons came, Seasons went
The winter stripped the blossoms bare
A different tree now lines the streets
Shaking its fists in the air
The winter slammed us like a fist
The windows rattling in the gales
To which she drew the curtains
Made out of her wedding veils

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all

To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let aal the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain't no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain't no good

It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you're ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They'd stick by you if they could
But that's just bullshit
People just ain't no good

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all

Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand


He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand


You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand


(Organ solo)


You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand


(Organ solo)

Extra verse from DJ Spooky Remix (From Scream 2 Soundtrack):
He'll extend his hand, real slowly for a shake
You'll see it coming toward you, real slowly for a shake
(Grabbing at your peril buddy?) cause you know you ain't
getting near much as he will take.


He's a...

He's mumbling words you can't understand
He's mumbling word behind his red right hand.

(SAVE ME FROM MY OWN HAND)
Oooohhh, set the controls for the heart of the pelvis
Haven't you heard my name rhymes with elvis
And one thing I know is this
That your mouth is telling me to give you
A big kiss
(NOW MY GUARD'S DOWN)

(SAVE ME FROM MY OWN HAND)
Ahhhh, can't you see what's an offer
Yeah babe it's going cheap today
I enter a room and all the girls say
C'mon jarv, can I be the first?
Oh you make us so hot we feel we're gonna burst
(NOW MY GUARD'S DOWN)
Oh yeah…

So please, so please
Don't leave me alone in this double bed
It smells of damp towels and asthma inhalers
Say you're gonna call back later
Save me from these glossy photographs
Save me from my mother's laugh
Save me
(NOW MY GUARD'S DOWN)
That's right girls
That's right girls
SAVE ME FROM MY OWN HAND
Do you know how much
I want you?
Don't stop

Ok, what have we got here
Horny black boy with frisky white girl
Eye each other across the room and
The chemistry is unbearable and
Definitely not on anyones agenda
He suggests they go to someplace they won't be seen
And she thinks otherwise
Finally they agree to go
And put up with Dunkin donuts
The usual story, they fall in love
Under the hail of spit they ignore
All the while secretly conspiring to murder each other
Hoping that will eleviate the slightly more
Uncomfortable feelings that may arise
in a situation like this
But behind closed doors
The eyes of the world
becoming their wallpaper
They melt into a beautiful example
of a power that definitely exists
And come together on a warm moonlit night
In spite of themselves
Ummmm, likely story

Once upon a time a very handsome prince was walking along Dead Man's Trail. Morning had just about broken and the wings of tiny birds cut through the rays of the sun, casting slithering shadows as they went about their pleasure. The handsome prince was preparing to engage in this splendour, when all of a sudden he noticed a beautiful and quite voluptuous maiden travelling towards him in slow motion. "Oh my god," thought the handsome prince with shameful excitement, "she's incredible and so very… stimulating."

As the beautiful maiden approached him, he gathered all of his resources, plucked up courage, and gave her one of his special curtseys that would hopefully see him in with a chance, when he realised she was very tearful if not completely crushed. The handsome prince swallowed a wave of guilt as the beautiful maiden now openly stood before him, sobbing her heart out. Realising something was terribly wrong, the handsome prince put all of his hang-ups on the shelf and asked: "What are you so inconceivably sad about if I may be so bold to enquire?" The beautiful maiden gave a big sigh, which seemed to last a lifetime, as the handsome prince sat on the edge of his metaphorical seat in preparation for her answer. She announced: "I've just seen my therapist, who's convinced I have a borderline personality disorder with narcissistic traits, which means I'll be unhappy all my life as nobody will be able to measure up to the fantastically high standards that I just can't help but impose on them."

The handsome prince's heart exploded with joy, as in this moment he fell strangely and completely in love. "Why that's outrageous, who is this doctor of misery?" The beautiful maiden had broken into the tiniest of smiles, and on seeing she had the handsome prince by the short and curlies she began to weave a little magic here and a little magic there. "I've never met anyone like you before. Not only are you compassionate, you're also very handsome. I've lost my purse and the keys to my hovel and it looks like storm and I was wondering…" The Handsome Prince floundered slightly, then ejaculated: "You're so very beautiful, I think I might die if I don't invite you to my castle at the end of this trail." "Would you like to kiss me my handsome prince?" His knees began to knock as he lent towards the voluptuous maiden in implicit expectation. When they kissed, the handsome prince felt a wave of nausea and a pain in his chest as blood began to now pour from it, and the tiny birds dipped in the morning light and said "goodbye" to the handsome prince, who folded into a heap on Dead Man's Trail, the beautiful maiden exclaiming: "Ah, there is one born every minute."

spoken words:

"Everything I tell you today I'm gonna show you it in black and white. I'm wanted for murder, kidnapping, robbery, armed robbery, conspiracy, threatening New York."

"You have nothing to worry about, Mr Adamson."
"You have nothing to worry about, Mr Adamson."
"You have nothing to worry about, Mr Adamson."
"You have nothing to worry about, Mr Adamson."
(repeat)

Our time is done my love
We've laid it all to waste
One thousand moonlit kisses can't
Sweeten this bitter taste
My desire for you is endless
And I'll love you 'til we fall
I just don't want you no more
And that's the sweetest embrace of all

To think we can find happiness
Hidden in a kiss
Ah, to think we can find happiness
That's the greatest mistake there is
There is nothing left to cling to babe
There is nothing left to soil
I just don't want you no more
And that's the sweetest embrace of all

Oooohhh where did it begin
When all we did was lose
There's nothin' left to win

So lay your weapons down
They serve no purpose in your hands
And if you wanna hold me
Then go ahead and hold me
I won't upset your plans
If it's revenge you want
Then take it babe
Or you can walk right out the door
I just don't care anymore
And that's the sweetest embrace of all

Oooohhh where did it begin
When all we did was lose
There's nothin' left to win

It's over babe
And it really is a shame
We are losers you and me babe
In a rigged and crooked game
My desire for you is endless
And I love you most of all
I just don't want you no more
And that's the sweetest embrace of all

I see myself but don't see me
Two burning eyes that don't agree
While in the shades there's someone
Following my every little movement from the score

I call a friend who's never there
Too tired for love too tired to care
while in the shade there's someone
Ridiculing every little moment I adore (yeah)

I fold and fall down on a knee
and ask a God that I can't see
If maybe He or She will call on me
The days they pass with no relief
my head all swollen up with grief
Then somethin' awaketh me from sleep

I can't get loose to using you
but that's what I'm a gonna do
Havin' fun in heaven while you're crucified
I can't get loose to using you
but that's what I'm a gonna do
Watching lillie's flower while your hands are tied

Did you just hear what I just heard
Or have I simply gone beserk
Cos in the shades there's someone
Laughing at my whimsical intentions to be free

Two burning minds that don't agree
One praying hoping desperately
While in the shade there's someone
Wallowing in what I know will never happen now (yeah)

I crash and fall down on my knee
and beg a God that I can't see
If maybe He or She will call on me
The days just pass with no relief
my head all swollen up with grief
Then somethin' awaketh me from sleep

I can't get loose to using you
but that's what I'm a gonna do
Havin' fun in heaven while you're crucified
I can't get loose to using you
but that's what I'm a gonna do
Watching lillie's flower while your hands are tied

I feel good. I feel bad. Ain't it sad
One day it's all going to end
Up in flames. Without a shame
Cos I'm here. To change the total
course of the world (yeah yeah)
And that's what I'm singing (yeah yeah)

Heat it up. Cool it down
Spread it around under the cold
shadow of love. I have found (I have found)
What it means (what it means). To believe (to believe)
And leave the world to the remains
Of the day (of the day). What I say (what I say). Ain't so clear (ain't so clear)
To souls who die when the decline
Can't be seen (can't be seen). They're getting mean (they're getting mean)
Now we're going (now we're going)
To change the total course

(chorus)
Here am I.
Love just spilled on what comes naturally.
Buy and bye
Love just spills and I don't mean rationally

What it means. Is you're dead
One to the head. If you don't know
what is behind. This disguise.
It's no surprise. When you think
About your own every step of the way

The energy pirates will get you
They'll chew on your bones for breakfast
They'll convince you that baby you're desperate
They'll spit on your mound and keep pounding and pounding and

(repeat chorus)

All the time. Love just comes and I
don't mean casually. Wait a while
Love will come and fuck that tragedy

(Cancel that shrink we're travelling up
to the sky minds on the blink
Or maybe the lies. Out of time)

I have found. What it means. To believe
That what is all going to end
Up in flames. Is your heart
So let it speak. And change the total
course of the world

When God appeared before me I was drowning in my pool
I was fifty over thirty but lookin' real cool
He said a life of tedious insights and an overflowing cup
Just don't cut the mustard I'm afraid you can't come up

I fell way down it seemed into a bottomless pit
A sign saying "Hotel Hades" was the only thing a-lit
Beelzebub was hangin' but he wouldn't cut no slack
He told me the big cat hath spoken I'm afraid you're going back as the
Jazz Devil. Full and greedy I'm the
Jazz Devil. Libido needy I'm the
Jazz Devil, fly me in the mix
Where you can call me agent double-oh six-six-six

I cruise the streets of London with just one thing on my mind
Gotta passport labelled fun of the interactive kind
But first I found some cats and they were howling at the moon
I told 'em you play the instruments and I'll play the buffoon

We broke into a sombre march called "Misery and Woe"
And then we upped the tempo 'til the juice began to flow
All a sudden this chick named Mimi just appeared right outta the blue
Sayin' I've been searchin' for someone and now I know who
Jazz Devil. Sick and racy I'm the
Jazz Devil. But very tasty I'm the
Jazz Devil, fly me in the mix
Where you can call me agent double-oh six-six-six

Me and Mimi settled down in the family kinda way
Won ten million on the lottery without no debt to pay
And in the wee small hours when there was no place left to spend
We'd open up each other so the days would never end

Some jealous cats caught wind of this and armed up to the teeth
They came in search of me and she with their pistols underneath
And they caught me going down a thing that made them just see red
And as Mimi hit the no return they filled me fulla lead

Damn… I'm dead!

When God appeared before me I was lyin' in a pool
I was fifty over thirty but lookin' real cool
He said a life of tedious insights and a tendency to crack
Just don't cut the mustard time to head on back

I fell way down I knew into a bottomless pit
(Oh no here we go)
The sign saying "Hotel Hades" is the only sign that's lit
Beezelbub was hangin' but he never cuts no slack
He says, the big cat hath spoken again you're going back as the
Jazz Devil. Every mornin hail the
Jazz Devil. Cos as long as days keep dawnin' I'm the
Jazz Devil, fly me in the mix
you know that I am agent double-oh six-six-six (wow)

And still I rise
God beams down from his Red velour chaise longue where he scans "Thigh High" magazine and just gets right on with the business in hand. His reverence is interrupted by the sounds of seduction and keeping himself in check he screams "who the hell else is here, show thyself that I may be at peace once more" but…
Still I rise
"Who the hell else, who the hell else?" It is I Anaestheus the king of lust, king of all that is unjust putting ideas into the minds of men, chained to the tracks by their own desires and frittering away the choice to live amongst the most noble the most magnificent, the most that a man can possibly be but…
Still I rise
As a bright red capital A hits the centre plate. I grit somebody else's teeth and haul off to the next spot, my life taking on new meaning as I tread the unknown, blinkered and shivering with candle snot trickling down my beak, landing on my lip which gives me more food for thought as I fall down drunk and screw up the union but…
Still I rise
Angels place their hands on my forehead, the anaesthetic now splitting the death probe while surgeons hack and crack, spilling more claret than the time they kissed the sober dawn. Move on up to leg mountain and pluck out the chosen one, my mind is full from memory overload, the anaesthetic truck like shot, drains I.V.s and a back fulla 'phine but…
Still I rise
Walk with the king, the son and myself and the whole damn ministry. Sleeping under bright lights that keep watch over our every move (takes a while but we'll get there baby) and so we stroll, remembering Albert Johanson, Albert Adamson, the soul murdered father, the Moss Side tory the negro inside me, the man with the Golden hip bone connected to the… devil's fucking plaything

There's like a bad dream creepin' in the scene
Stinkin' rotten dirty when I thought that I was clean
And now there's no more heads up off the floor
It's breakin' and it's entered and it's closer to the core
You plant a love seed but hatred only breed
So now I'm gonna shove it in the place you used to feed
So help me good God I'm nailed into this spot
It's time to sink my teeth into everything I've got to save me

Oh the cats are bustin' mine and screamin'
"Faster, harder, faster, harder, faster"
Oh the world seems so sublime
Then what do you know
The monkey speaks his mind

Midnight a fist fulla dynamite
I'm starin' at this crystal and the future isn't bright
I'm packin' no zees and nightmares reek of cheese
When everything was peachy and we only shot the breeze
But sadly no more there's rocks against the door
It's beaten and it's battered and its head's an open sore
I'm in my sick den and pounded by the yen
Time to pass the thirty-eight and all begin again and then a

Oh the bulls are bustin' mine and screamin'
"Faster, harder, faster, harder, faster"
Oh and man they'll break your spine
Every time your monkey speaks his mind

I gotta black skin with Satan kickin' in
And underneath my hide he put an evil dorsal fin
So see my blood need all swollen up with greed
It takes a piece of nothin' 'til I'm finally relieved
So give me no more I've said it all before
It's suckin' on my juices like a plague I can't ignore
Before my soul rot afraid I gotta cop
I'm thinkin' 'bout the free list and I think I'd rather not
Cos baby…

Oh the chicks are bustin' mine and screamin'
"Faster, harder, faster, harder, faster"
Oh, this couch feels so sublime
Then what do you know
The monkey speaks his mind

My people are you with me sing…
VIVA LA REVOLUTION!

Oh God this cell phone's dead
If I hit a red light I'm gonna lose my head
Slip into fifth and crank it up
Now that push has come to shove

When God appeared before me I was drowning in my pool
I was fifty over thirty but lookin' real cool
He said a life of tedious insights and an overflowing cup
Just don't cut the mustard I'm afraid you can't come up

I fell way down it seemed into a bottomless pit
A sign saying "Hotel Hades" was the only thing a-lit
Beelzebub was hangin' but he wouldn't cut no slack
He told me the big cat hath spoken I'm afraid you're going back as the
Jazz Devil. Full and greedy I'm the
Jazz Devil. Libido needy I'm the
Jazz Devil, fly me in the mix
Where you can call me agent double-oh six-six-six

I cruise the streets of London with just one thing on my mind
Gotta passport labelled fun of the interactive kind
But first I found some cats and they were howling at the moon
I told 'em you play the instruments and I'll play the buffoon

We broke into a sombre march called "Misery and Woe"
And then we upped the tempo 'til the juice began to flow
All a sudden this chick named Mimi just appeared right outta the blue
Sayin' I've been searchin' for someone and now I know who
Jazz Devil. Sick and racy I'm the
Jazz Devil. But very tasty I'm the
Jazz Devil, fly me in the mix
Where you can call me agent double-oh six-six-six

Me and Mimi settled down in the family kinda way
Won ten million on the lottery without no debt to pay
And in the wee small hours when there was no place left to spend
We'd open up each other so the days would never end

Some jealous cats caught wind of this and armed up to the teeth
They came in search of me and she with their pistols underneath
And they caught me going down a thing that made them just see red
And as Mimi hit the no return they filled me fulla lead

Damn… I'm dead!

When God appeared before me I was lyin' in a pool
I was fifty over thirty but lookin' real cool
He said a life of tedious insights and a tendency to crack
Just don't cut the mustard time to head on back

I fell way down I knew into a bottomless pit
(Oh no here we go)
The sign saying "Hotel Hades" is the only sign that's lit
Beezelbub was hangin' but he never cuts no slack
He says, the big cat hath spoken again you're going back as the
Jazz Devil. Every mornin hail the
Jazz Devil. Cos as long as days keep dawnin' I'm the
Jazz Devil, fly me in the mix
you know that I am agent double-oh six-six-six (wow)

spoken words:

"Everything I tell you today I'm gonna show you it in black and white. I'm wanted for murder, kidnapping, robbery, armed robbery, conspiracy, threatening New York."

"You have nothing to worry about, Mr Adamson."
"You have nothing to worry about, Mr Adamson."
"You have nothing to worry about, Mr Adamson."
"You have nothing to worry about, Mr Adamson."
(repeat)

I feel good. I feel bad. Ain't it sad
One day it's all going to end
Up in flames. Without a shame
Cos I'm here. To change the total
course of the world (yeah yeah)
And that's what I'm singing (yeah yeah)

Heat it up. Cool it down
Spread it around under the cold
shadow of love. I have found (I have found)
What it means (what it means). To believe (to believe)
And leave the world to the remains
Of the day (of the day). What I say (what I say). Ain't so clear (ain't so clear)
To souls who die when the decline
Can't be seen (can't be seen). They're getting mean (they're getting mean)
Now we're going (now we're going)
To change the total course

(chorus)
Here am I.
Love just spilled on what comes naturally.
Buy and bye
Love just spills and I don't mean rationally

What it means. Is you're dead
One to the head. If you don't know
what is behind. This disguise.
It's no surprise. When you think
About your own every step of the way

The energy pirates will get you
They'll chew on your bones for breakfast
They'll convince you that baby you're desperate
They'll spit on your mound and keep pounding and pounding and

(repeat chorus)

All the time. Love just comes and I
don't mean casually. Wait a while
Love will come and fuck that tragedy

(Cancel that shrink we're travelling up
to the sky minds on the blink
Or maybe the lies. Out of time)

I have found. What it means. To believe
That what is all going to end
Up in flames. Is your heart
So let it speak. And change the total
course of the world

Ok, what have we got here
Horny black boy with frisky white girl
Eye each other across the room and
The chemistry is unbearable and
Definitely not on anyones agenda
He suggests they go to someplace they won't be seen
And she thinks otherwise
Finally they agree to go
And put up with Dunkin donuts
The usual story, they fall in love
Under the hail of spit they ignore
All the while secretly conspiring to murder each other
Hoping that will eleviate the slightly more
Uncomfortable feelings that may arise
in a situation like this
But behind closed doors
The eyes of the world
becoming their wallpaper
They melt into a beautiful example
of a power that definitely exists
And come together on a warm moonlit night
In spite of themselves
Ummmm, likely story

I see myself but don't see me
Two burning eyes that don't agree
While in the shades there's someone
Following my every little movement from the score

I call a friend who's never there
Too tired for love too tired to care
while in the shade there's someone
Ridiculing every little moment I adore (yeah)

I fold and fall down on a knee
and ask a God that I can't see
If maybe He or She will call on me
The days they pass with no relief
my head all swollen up with grief
Then somethin' awaketh me from sleep

I can't get loose to using you
but that's what I'm a gonna do
Havin' fun in heaven while you're crucified
I can't get loose to using you
but that's what I'm a gonna do
Watching lillie's flower while your hands are tied

Did you just hear what I just heard
Or have I simply gone beserk
Cos in the shades there's someone
Laughing at my whimsical intentions to be free

Two burning minds that don't agree
One praying hoping desperately
While in the shade there's someone
Wallowing in what I know will never happen now (yeah)

I crash and fall down on my knee
and beg a God that I can't see
If maybe He or She will call on me
The days just pass with no relief
my head all swollen up with grief
Then somethin' awaketh me from sleep

I can't get loose to using you
but that's what I'm a gonna do
Havin' fun in heaven while you're crucified
I can't get loose to using you
but that's what I'm a gonna do
Watching lillie's flower while your hands are tied

(Leonard Cohen)

I stepped into an avalanche
It covered up my soul
When I am not this hunchback that you see
I sleep beneath the golden hill
You who wish to conquer pain
You must learn to serve me well


You strike my side by accident
As you go down to your goal
This cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold
He does not ask for your company
Not at the centre, the centre of the world


I who am on a pedestal
You did not raise me there
Your laws do not compel me now
To kneel grotesque and bare
For I myself am the pedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare


You who wish to conquer pain
You must learn what makes me kind
The crumbs of love that you offer me
Are the crumbs I've left behind
Your pain is no credential here
It's just a shadow of my wound


I have begun to ask for you
I who have no greed
I have begun to long for you
I who have no need
You say you've gone away from me
But I can feel you when you breathe


Do not dress in those rags for me
I know you are not poor
And do not love me quite so fiercely now
When you know that you are not sure
It is your turn, my beloved one
It is your flesh that I wear

The Captain's fore-arm like bunched-up rope
with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull'n'dagger
and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor
etched into his upper...
O o o' Cabin Fever!
O o o' Cabin Fever!
Slams his fucken tin-dish down
Our Captain, takes time to crush
Some Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel
with a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with clag
and a morbid lump of Love in his flags.
Done is the Missing, now all that remain
Is to sail forever, upon the stain
Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever!


The captain's free-hand is a cleaver
which he fashions his beard, n' he rations his jerkey!
and carves his peg outa the finest mahagony!
Or was it Ebony? etc...


Tallies up his loneliness, notch by notch
For the sea offers nuthin to hold or touch
Notch by notch, winter by winter
Notch x notch, winter x winter


Now his leg is whittled, right down to a splinter
O o Cabin Fever! O o o Cabin Fever!
O the rollin sea still rollin on!
She's everywhere! now that she's gone! Gone! Gone!
O Cabin Fever! O Cabin Fever!


Welcome to his table, Beloved-Unconscious
Raisin her host of hair from her crooks
and strugglin to summony one of her looks!
His arm now like coiled s-s-s-snakes
Whips all the bottles that he's drunken,
like crystal - skittles about the cabin,
of a ship they'd been sailing


Five years sunken... etc...

Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl
You know, she lives in room 29
Why... Why... that's the one right up top a mine
Ah start to cry, Ah start to cry


O Ah hear her walkin'
Walkin' barefoot cross the floor-boards
All thru this lonesome night
Ah hear her crying too.
Hot-tears come splashin on down
Leaking thru the cracks,
Down upon my face, Ah catch'em in my mouth!
Ah catch'em in my mouth!
Ah catch'em in my mouth!
Walk'n'cry Walk'n'cry-y!!!


From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!


Ah read her diary on her sheets
Scrutinizin' every lil bit of dirt
Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt
Fled outa the window,
And shinning it down the vine
Outa her night-mare, and back into mine
Mine! O Mine!


From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
Cry! Cry! CRY!


She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet!
and standin' like this with my ear to the ceiling
Listen, Ah know it must sound absurd
but Ah can hear the most melancholy sound
Ah ever heard!
Walk'n'cry! Kneel'n'cry-y!


From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!


O tell me why? O tell me why?
Oh Why? Why? Why?
O tell me why and don't tell me a lie!
Why the ceiling still shakes? Shakes! Shakes! Shakes!
Why the fixtures turn to serpents and snakes?


This desire to possess her is a wound
and its naggin at me like a shrew
but, Ah know, that to possess her
Is, therefore, not to desire her.


O o o then ya know, that lil girl would just have to go!
Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity!


From her to eternity! [Repeat]

(M. Davies)

As the snow flies
On a cold and grey Chicago morn
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto


And his mama cries
Cause there's one thing that she don't need
Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto


Oh people don't you understand
This child needs a helping hand
He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
Are we that blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?


And the world turns
And the hungry little boy with the runny nose
Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows in the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto


Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun and steals a car
He tries to run but he don't get far
And his mama cries
A crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto


Oh people don't you understand
This child needs a helping hand
He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
Are we that blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?


And as her young man dies
On a cold and grey Chicago morn
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto

The moon is in the gutter
And the stars wash down the sink
I am the king of the blues
I scape the clay off my shoes
And wade down the gutter and the moon


The moon blinds my eye with opal cataracts
As I cut through the saw-mills and the stacks,
Leaping over the gully where I would one day take Lucy
Then wash up my hands in the gutter and the moon.


Such a long way from home, just me and
The moon is in the gutter
All my plans are flushed down the drain
I wander lonely as a cloud
Over memories at her mound
Then lie down in the bitter gutter moon.

Born of the river,
Born of its ever-changing, never-changing murky water
Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great great greasy city Huck standing like a Saint, upon its deck
If ya wanna catch a Saint,
then bait ya hook, let's take a walk...


'O come to me!, O come to me!' is what the dirty city
say to Huck... HUCK


woah-woah, woah woah!
woah-woah, woah woah!
Saint Huck! Huck!


Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck,
down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity
whistling his favorite river-song...
And a bad-blind nigger at the piano
Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that sing-a-long
Huck senses somthing's wrong!


Sirens wail in the city,
and lil-Ulysses turn to putty
and Ol Man River's got a bone to pick!
and our boy's hardly got a bone to suck!
He go, woah-woah, woah woah!
woah-woah, woah woah!
Saint Huck! Huck!


The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye
watches the city streets contract
twist and cripple and crack.
Saint Huck goes on a dog's-leg now
Saint Huck goes on a dog's-leg now


You know the story!
Ya wake up one morning and you find you're a thug
blowing smoke rings in some dive
Ya fingers hot and itchin, ya cracking ya knuckles
Ya bull neck bristling...
Still Huck he ventures on whistling,
and Death reckons Huckleberry's time is up,
O woah woah woah!
Saint Huck!
O woah woah woah!
Saint Huck! Huck!


Yonder go Huck, minus pocket-watch an' wallet gone
Skin shrink-wraps his skeleton
No wonder he gets thinner, what with his cold'n'skinny dinners!
Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis
O you recall the song ya used to sing-a-long
Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer
Life is but a dream!


But ya traded in the Mighty ol' man River
for the Dirty ol' Man Latrine!
The brothel shift
The hustle'n'the bustle and the green-backs rustle
And all the sexy-cash
And the randy-cars
And the two dollar fucks
O o o ya outa luck, ya outa luck
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Saint Huck! Huck!


This is the track of deception
leads to the heart of despair
Huck whistles like he just don't care
but in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber
Lead pellets sleeps in there
Wake Up!


Now Huck whistles and he kneels
and he lays down there
See ya huck, good luck
A smoke ring hovers above his head
And the rats and the dogs and the men all come
and put a bullet through his eye
and the drip and the drip and the drip of the Mississippi cryin' And Saint Huck hears his own Mississippi just rollin' by him Woah-woah-woah-woah
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck!
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck!
Woah-woah-woah-woah

She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
We-e-ll, ah've spent seven days and seven nights
tryin to get sunk in this brine
Don't turn on ya water-works
'cause ah got me a pair of water-wings, right?!


Insects suicide against the window,
and my heart goes out to those lil flies
There's a buzzin in my ear
but it's more of her black-mail, ham shakespeare + lies
Wings off Flies, She loves me, she loves me not.
O o o o oh she loves me not!!


Lord, Ah've discovered the recipe of Heaven
ya git solitude and ya mix with sanctuary and silence,
then bake it!
Listen, I plead guilty to misanthropy
so hang me! Ah'd appreciate it!!
Witness her gate-crash my tiny hell
with some obscene tte--tte,
If ya wanna talk to me about Love'n'Pain
consult my ulcer, it'd be happy to co-operate
Wings off Flies, she loves me, loves me not
Uh hey, Joe! Another outa do the job.


Time to drown our lil fire, ya can keep the ashes,
Now bye bye, bye, bye, see ya in a pigs eye!
Ah will be one, in need of no-one
In this, my deepest dive...
Fill'er up, Joe...


Hey! Ah am obliged! Ah am olbiged!
Wings off Flies, She loves me, she loves me not
Wings off Flies etc... ad infinitum


Welcome the solitary flyer ya
see it land on the rim of my glass
it's going around and around and around
look I just don't have the heart to hurt a fly
I grabbed it in my paw
snatched it up
and then I held it to my ear could hear it scream
could hear it scream and scream and scream
till it screamed not...
Hey Joe, ya know anything about this scream?

Who'll build a box for Black Paul?
Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his soul
Ah'd be beholdin to ya all
For a lil information, just a little indication
Just who'll dig the hole?
When ya done ransackin' his room
grabbin any damn thing that shines,
throw the scraps down on the street
Like all his books and his notes.
All his books and his notes and
All the junk that he wrote
the whole fucken lot right up in smoke
Ain't there nuthin sacred anymore
Won't someone will build a box for Black Paul?
And their shootin off his guns
and their shootin off their mouths
saying 'Fuck with us ... and die!'
'Fuck with us ... and die!'
(Let's see that rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls)
'Cover that eye! Cover that frozen eye!'


Black-puppet, in a heap up against the stoning-wall
Black-puppet, go to sleep, ma-ma won't scold ya anymore


Armies of ants, wade up the lil red streams
they're headin for the mother-pool
O lord, it's cruel! O man it's hot! O man it's hot and
And some of them ants they just climb to the spot
Who threw the first stone at Black Paul?


'Don't ask us', say the critics and the hacks
The pen-pushers and the quacks
'We jes cum to git dah facks!'
'We jes cum to git dah facks!'
Hey, hey, hey, hey...


Here is the hammer, that built the scaffold,
and built the box...
Here is the shovel, that dug the hole,
in this ground of rocks...
And here is the pile of stones!
and for each one planted, God only knows,
a blood-rose grown...
These are the true Demon-Flowers!
These are the true Demon-Flowers!
Stand back everyone! Blood-black everyone!


Who'll build a box for Black Paul?
Who'll carry it up the hill?


'Not I', said the widow, adjusting her veil
'Ah will not drive the nail
Or cart his puppet-body home,
For ah done that one hundred times before,
Yeah! ah done that one hundred times or more,
And why should ah dress his wounds?
When he has wounded my dress, nightly,
Right across the floor'


Who'll build a box for Black Paul?
Who'll carry it up the hill?
Who'll bury it in the black-soil?
And from the woods and the thickets
Come the ghosts of his victims
'We love you!'
'Ah love you!'
'and this will not hurt a bit,
Outta my eyes was your rise to full glory Spring up from the corp() of life we'll go up, up, up, up, up into Death
up, up, up, up, inhale its breath
O yes, Death favours those that favor Death'


Here is the stone, and this is the inscription it bare:
'Below Lies Black Paul, Under The Upper...
But Above and Beyond The Surface-Flat-Fall There.'


And all the angels come on down,
And all you men and women crowd around
And all the old widows weeping into their skirts
And all the lil gals and the lil Boys
And the scribes with their pens poised
All the hullaballoo, all the norse
All the hullaballoo, all the noise
All the hullaballoo, all of the noise
clears his throat of black blood
singin Black Paul like a lonely boy...


We-e-e-ll, ah have cried one thousand tears
Ah've cried a thousand tears, its true
And the next stormy night you know,
That ah'm still cryin them for you


Well, ah had a gal she was so sweet,
Red dress, and long red hair hangin down
And heaven yes ain't heaven
Without that lil girl hangin around


Well, ya know ah've beenn a bad-man
and Lord knows ah done some good things too
But ah confess, my soul will never rest
Until you've, until you've build
Until you've built a box for my gal, too.
my gal, too
my gal, too

Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl
You know, she lives in room 29
Why... Why... that's the one right up top a mine
Ah start to cry, Ah start to cry


O Ah hear her walkin'
Walkin' barefoot cross the floor-boards
All thru this lonesome night
Ah hear her crying too.
Hot-tears come splashin on down
Leaking thru the cracks,
Down upon my face, Ah catch'em in my mouth!
Ah catch'em in my mouth!
Ah catch'em in my mouth!
Walk'n'cry Walk'n'cry-y!!!


From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!


Ah read her diary on her sheets
Scrutinizin' every lil bit of dirt
Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt
Fled outa the window,
And shinning it down the vine
Outa her night-mare, and back into mine
Mine! O Mine!


From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
Cry! Cry! CRY!


She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet!
and standin' like this with my ear to the ceiling
Listen, Ah know it must sound absurd
but Ah can hear the most melancholy sound
Ah ever heard!
Walk'n'cry! Kneel'n'cry-y!


From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!


O tell me why? O tell me why?
Oh Why? Why? Why?
O tell me why and don't tell me a lie!
Why the ceiling still shakes? Shakes! Shakes! Shakes!
Why the fixtures turn to serpents and snakes?


This desire to possess her is a wound
and its naggin at me like a shrew
but, Ah know, that to possess her
Is, therefore, not to desire her.


O o o then ya know, that lil girl would just have to go!
Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity!


From her to eternity! [Repeat]

Looka yonder! Looka yonder!
Looka yonder! A big black cloud come!
A big black cloud come!
O comes to Tupelo. Comes to Tupelo


Yonder on the horizon
Yonder on the horizon
Stopped at the mighty river
Stopped at the mighty river and
Sucked the damn thing dry
Tupelo-o-o, O Tupelo
In a valley hides a town called Tupelo


Distant thunder rumble. Distant thunder rumble
Rumble hungry like the Beast
The Beast it cometh, cometh down
The Beast it cometh, cometh down
Wo wo wo-o-o
Tupelo bound. Tupelo-o-o. Yeah Tupelo
The Beast it cometh, Tupelo bound


Why the hen won't lay no egg
Can't get that cock to crow
The nag is spooked and crazy
O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!
O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!


Ya can say these streets are rivers
Ya can call these rivers streets
Ya can tell ya self ya dreaming buddy
But no sleep runs this deep
No! No sleep runs this deep
No sleep runs this deep
Women at their windows
Rain crashing on the pane
Writing in the frost
Tupelos' shame. Tupelo's shame
O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!


O go to sleep lil children
The sandmans on his way
O go to sleep lil children
The sandmans in his way
But the lil children know
They listen to the beating of their blood
listen to the beating of their blood
listen to the beating of their blood
listen to the beating of their blood
They listen to the beating of their blood
The sandman's mud!
The sandman's mud!
And the black rain come down
the black rain come down
the black rain come down
Water water everywhere
Where no bird can fly no fish can swim
Where no bird can fly no fish can swim
No fish can swim
Until The King is born!
Until The King is born!
In Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o!
Til The King is born in Tupelo!


In a clap-board shack with a roof of tin
Where the rain came down and leaked within
A young mother frozen on a concrete floor
With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw
Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo!
With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw


Well Saturday gives what Sunday steals
And a child is born on his brothers heels
Come Sunday morn the first-born dead
In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red
Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo!
In a shoebox buried with a ribbon of red


O ma-ma rock you lil' one slow
O ma-ma rock your baby
O ma-ma rock your lil' one slow
O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!
Mama rock your lil' one slow
The lil one will walk on Tupelo
The lil one will walk on Tupelo
Black rain come down, Black rain come down
Tupelo-o-o! Yeah Tupelo!
And carry the burden of Tupelo
Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! Yeah!
The King will walk on Tupelo!
Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo!
He carried the burden outa Tupelo!
Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo! [Repeat]
You will reap just what you sow