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Green-eyed Tantrum
04:11
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Green-eyed Tantrum
Just think of what it takes ...
a warm sandwich, mixed drinks.
Wasn't your father a teamster?
The boys fell too hard for political words.
And last years rumors just get older.
Green-eyed tantrum ...
The beauty on Castlebury street.
Number's the number
and the raven-haired of the misses
until these unfortunate words:
Green-eyed tantrum
Gone up to the tavern
meet the boys of Castlebury.
Green-eyed tantrum
Sound the alarm or at least arm a saxophonist.
Mud on my blues with the scent of perfume
And big barritones play on Castlebury.
Zero plays his torment on trumpet.
Green-eyed tantrum
She will be their envy tonight.
Green-eyed tantrum
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Shaken but not Stirred
04:45
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Shaken but not Stirred
Shaken but not stirred.That's what I heard.
Cufflinks and a silky shirt,
I tucked it in until it hurt.
Diamond smile, hair done up nice
I'm feeling in the mood to entice.
I'm shaken, I'm stirred
I'm shaken, not stirred
Let me see now, it's a martini glass
shaken, not stirred.
I'll subway downtown tonight
Julius Caesar, looking right.
I'm shaken, I'm stirred
I'm shaken, stirred.
I'm shaken but not stirred
Walk with me like you're with me tonight.
You can rub my back if you'd like tonight.
I'm shaken, but not stirred.
My martini glass shaken, not stirred
taking the subway, strangers.
You were my friend.
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I'm a Corduroy Boy
04:27
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I'm a Corduroy Boy
Call the papers
I'm granting a question and answer session.
Last week keeps me less tense
So thank you Hortense.
It begins with happenstance.
Now who's next?
The view from here is lovely.
Is that their ruins?
…of course it is.
I put on my favorite shoes and shin them
and a collared shirt.
I shook hands with everyone I knew
and smiled at the rest.
Baby what's your affiliation?
Could you fill me up tonight.
Please stop. I'm impatient.
I'm impatient for love.
It begins with happenstance.
Now who's next?
the view from here … is that their ruins?
Well, of course it is.
I put on my favorite shoes, shinned them.
A collared shirt!
I shook hands with everyone, and smiled at the rest.
Yes, oh yes, she's my friend.
Pretty pale skin and a well-rounded moon face.
I whispered too.
It's because I'm a corduroy boy.
Ah, happenstance.
now who's next?
Now, I see the view …
is that their ruins in the distance?
I put on my favorite shoes ..
a teenage lovers dream has become tainted
and the statues of Gilleade stand in the distance.
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4. |
Reno
05:04
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Reno
Bought the red-eye to Reno.
Challenged the slots at a local casino.
Eat cheese and drink California vino
and make friendly with the ladies in the dance show.
Ah, the good life … nothing to live on but the avocado.
Complaints to the staff but even they know money is there for the borrow.
A sidewalk step behind a month of cargo
and there's comfort in knowing it will be there tomorrow.
The olive skin valentinos with the pinky rings
and the pleated chinos,
they run this town and it shows
from the Angellette's dance to Buckaleno's.
I know the fakers wave bye on the pay phones.
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5. |
Courtney
04:27
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Courtney
Another church service has gone sour.
A family's angst-ridden members ...
a daughter has broken away.
She's moving in with her boyfriend Courney.
If ever there was a piece missing this is it.
Slip down, shake dances, and perpetrators.
Was it half pass six when you left?
Someone saw the best in Nixon.
She says that was the sour part of her adolescence.
Her tendencies always leaned to the left.
And now radio shows shine the light and city boys learn the dance steps.
Now she shake dances and perpetrators.
Was it half past six when you left?
Someone saw the best in Nixon.
She says that was the sour part of her adolescence.
Someone saw the best in Nixon.
Radio shows shine the light as city boys catch the new dance steps.
They say it's a shower that has gone sour.
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6. |
Gladstone
03:56
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Gladstone
Button up your sweater, it's getting colder.
My lover sold her loins to the winter.
The bell rings, it's a sign that signals the hour.
Bring 'em in from the fields for the shelter.
Well the train rolls on
begin to see the gladstone.
The walls follow along
they'll never, never go home.
You're my lover.
Crazy caretaker.
Watch the little boy match wits with his Tolstoy.
And finally Gary Cooper changes his papers.
The neighbors swear they'll protect me from Virginia Broom.
So hide me from the back hand of Virginia Broom.
Well the train rolls on
begin to see the gladstone.
The walls follow along,
no they'll never go.
No they'll never go … home.
Young lover, you're my lover, you're my pain-staker.
Keep the sickles from sweeping the wheat.
You're my friend, you're my friend,
you're the one that keeps my hand down low.
Begin to see the gladstone.
And the walls follow along.
You know they'll never go.
You know they'll never go …
home.
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7. |
Graybeard
05:53
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Graybeard
Graybeard, do you have a light?
Don't bother me otherwise.
I don't have the strength for conversation.
That's a promise.
I'm stuck in a mid Floridian station
asking for a little time.
You see old-timer do you have it?
Or maybe a dime?
I got to call my grandmother.
I want to tell her that I have loved her.
And it began when I met Sanchez
in the Boys Correctional Institute of Niagara.
We were scapegoaters with the aim to please
until the furlow in the autumn of '73.
You see Sanchez, he could pick a lock, I could talk the talk.
And we decided right then, we'd leave it all behind.
Old-timer do you have a dime?
Travel light boys and admit nothing.
Her last words were, "you deserve better."
That's the night Sanchez and I left for Tucson.
He claimed the bank was there ripe for the picking.
He picked up a short stub.
But I said I want to be the driver this time.
In a lighting night incased in silence.
"The next day we'll be fat cats."
Graybeard, it was hot
and the people innocent around us lay on the floor.
And you know Sanchez was calm until he screamed out, "open the drawer!"
In the spark of an instant he came running and yelling, "start the engine!"
I looked up at Jesus at that time.
I just stared through and then a shot woke me up.
While Sanchez, on the floor...
I took off.
"You deserve better sweetheart."
I heard from her as I drove off into the dark.
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8. |
Interstate State of Mind
05:17
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Interstate State of Mind
Do you happen to have a bus schedule?
I'm new to these parts.
God I'm starving.
Do you know where I could get something to eat?
The Sidewinder, huh?
Never heard of it. Thank you.
Looks kinda strange.
But I am hungry.
Eggs and biscuits.
I'll take it.
You see I'm really hungry. And I've got a story.
I said goodbye to all my acquaintances.
I packed the detective magazines and hocked all the valuable things.
You see I've an Interstate state of mind.
Now it's come to the time where I must navigate.
Listen, I'm in an Interstate state of mind.
As I'm standing on the side of 85.
I've got the phone numbers written down
but they're not going anywhere out of town.
You see I've an Interstate state of mind.
Yes, I'm getting an Interstate state of mind.
And now here it goes
the rest of the way down.
"Hey! How do I get that eggs and biscuit special?
This is the Sidewinder, right?
Some girl down the street told me about y'all."
I'm really hungry.
I'm suffering from being homely.
You see the Sidewinder, a place to seek the shelter
from the brisk New Mexican winters.
Where the only honest man lost the race for mayor.
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9. |
Torn Uniform
04:06
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Torn Uniform
"Sorry I'm so disheveled.
It comes from my fear of deportment."
I'm afraid that's how they worded it
on my way outside the door.
A picture framed in the foyer.
It's a relative, somebody's brother.
Reminds me, confused me, or so I thought.
Oh, you know the one.
What did she mean by that comment at the party?
Don't ask!
On my way outside the door.
And I hope it does the same, exactly the same thing to you.
Now let's talk about my arm.
The way I fell and fell and fell on a cobblestone.
I was shoved by a bullyboy.
Bruised face, tore my uniform.
I just fell ...
falling down on a cobblestone.
Bruised face, bullyboy
don't go scuffling your uniform.
Your neighbors ridicule.
You finally rebelled.
Picture framed in the foyer.
It's a relative, somebody's brother (don't ask)
And the sirens speak of her.
And what did she mean by that comment?
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10. |
Key Grip
07:08
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Key Grip
Everyone knows ...
The cigarette burns, stomach churns.
We tapped into something special.
Oh yeah. Come around to the street,
never know what you meet.
Oh, the vanity. Lays empty.
Sharp little pixy. You're on your way.
Your vanity lays empty.
She's wearing the heavy eye liner.
Make room for her on the casting couch.
Girl, don't let the man get to you.
Oh, wait your turn.
You see, everyone gets a chance.
Yeah, the cancer creates it's own future.
You see this is the story about everyone
who goes off to Hollywood in search of something bigger.
It hurts to think of the vanity.
She was a silver man.
The pain hurt inside.
Her vanity...
Swallowed up by New York sisters.
Hey, what's that? Put it down.
It's brass. Come on key grip!
Get more of the same stuff.
Her vanity burns inside.
Her cancerous sore lays open.
Setting it up. Setting it up!
You see she's one messed up pixy.
Set out with an empty vanity.
It all came clean when her manservant came around.
And here's where it starts.
You know I ain't no Peter Lawford but maybe I'll marry a Kennedy.
Where's your agent? I don't know, I don't want to get involved.
She and her sister always wanted the best for her and her life.
Swallowed up by New York, never quite fell far from the tree.
Everyone, that's a wrap.
And, hey have you seen the key grip?
I want to know where the key grip left my prescription.
Everyone knows she's gonna be a star.
But she'll fall far far.
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