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Fly in the Ointment
01:56
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They misdelivered 60 tons of beer & corned beef hash
To Paddy Maloney's 87th birthday bash
Should have gone to Gortahork but the driver went the wrong way
With enough to feed Dún Laoghaire and west Dublin for a day
Arm in arm with Mrs Jones I was the whole day thru
But the Fly in the Ointment was she tipped her hat to you
Stepping out in Dublin/Squeezing all the boys
Her old man played the fool, now she's in Poolbeg making noise
Went to California to fill Leo Kottke's shoes
But the Fly in the Ointment was the battle with the booze
One more Jameson's whisky/a little more coke & rum
Now I'm on the East Coast struggling in the scrum
Arm in arm with Mrs Jones I was the whole day thru
But the Fly in the Ointment was she tipped her hat to you
Stepping out in Brooklyn/Squeezing all the boys
Her old man played the fool, now she's uptown making noise
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Rene Magritte burst out of Lessines and he dove into Paris on a rush
Painting wallpaper didn’t get it done, so he got strung out on the easel brush
Beautiful World. Empire of Lights. Key to the Fields in his hand.
Everybody listen to the story/world of wonders that you drew
The day that I saw glory is the day that I saw you
What’s wrong with a train coming out of a fireplace? See it every morning of the day.
Companions of Fear, with their bronze owl faces /growing from the ground/from the mountain-top down
You took mundane, wedded to profane/infinity and limits hand in hand
Everybody listen to the story/world of wonders that you drew
The day that I saw glory is the day that I saw you
The human condition is a bright blue sky over cities buried in the night
The False Mirror sees an eye behind the sky, thereby describes the lie
Weird all his life, married to his wife, only 69 when he died
Everybody listen to the story/world of wonders that you drew
The day that I saw glory is the day that I saw you
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Beyond Those Hills
03:22
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On the morning that you died
The boys from the Lodge raised a toast
They drank one to your ghost
I wandered aimlessly and found you here
Let’s go into that tavern there
For one more glass of beer
And tell me that you see a better place to be
After plundering, blundering forward
Home is there, just beyond those hills
On the afternoon you died
Sun blazes, May flowers explode
You walked the Golden Road
You drained your glass and said goodbye
You said I’m going to leave this ground
After one more round
And tell me that you see a better place to be
After plundering, blundering forward
Home is there, just beyond those hills
I see you walking down by the olde St Joe
I'll stay/till it's time to go
And tell me that you see a better place to be
After plundering, blundering forward
Home is there, just beyond those hills
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Sweet Golden Johnny
02:16
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Sweet golden Johnny, you’re throwing that red meat
But it’s summer all year long and I’m choking in the heat
Get along home. You get along home
Just Hang your head, get along home
Sweet golden Johnny, they’re joking on the Hill
That goose-stepping goon squad has got you by the pills
Get along home. You get along home
Just Hang your head, get along home
Sweet Captain Johnny commands a ship of fools
The Texas coalition and stupidity rule
Get along home. You get along home
Just Hang your head, get along home
Little weasel from Virginia’s got you by the nose
The tail wags the dog/Emperor has got no clothes
Never heard the music, It’s so very clear
Tom Waits, Don Van Vliet falling on deaf ears
Sweet golden Johnny, your Kingdom is in flames
You rule over ashes/you're taking all the blame
Get along home. You get along home
Just Hang your head, get along home
Little weasel from Virginia’s got you by the nose
The tail wags the dog/Emperor has got no clothes
Never heard the music, It’s so very clear
Tom Waits, Don Van Vliet falling on deaf ears
Hey Golden Johnny, have dinner at my home
We’ll read Geronimo’s memoirs and we’ll penetrate your dome
Come to my home, come to my home
You better take off your shoes in my home
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Hello There
01:04
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Hello there from your son and the son of your son
Of all the ones that ever was he is the chosen one
We had our day and we had our fun
So let’s all quaff a jar for the chosen son
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Curse of Los Lunas
03:40
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The stranger rode at dawn, the sun was a yellow rose
Amarillo, Tucumcari, Santa Rose
In the land of Comanche blood & tears
About where highway 40 would be built in 80 years
The stranger rode until he saw the lights of town
Felt that searing pain as the sun was going down
The sky was lighted by a crystal evening moon
He knew he’d never make Los Lunas, and the change was coming soon
Los Lunas barroom south of Albuquerque town
Chato shook the bones and threw them on the ground
Stared wide-eyed at the pattern that they made
And he said to Mary Ellen “Something evil comes this way”
Mary Ellen laughed, tied back her yellow hair
Strapped her holster on, made clear she didn’t care
Spun the chambers of her Colt revolver gun
With Chato’s eyes upon her, drunk and crazy from the sun
A cougar sprang and knocked the stranger to the grass
He hit the ground a mile from Comanche Pass
He filled the canyon with that mountain lion scream
In the wild Indian country, in the middle of a devil’s dream
Mary Ellen pricked her ears and smelled the night
That’s no coyote howl, it didn’t sound quite right
The August moon lit her trail bright as day
With the lights of Las Lunas dying 20 miles away
Thru the moonlit night she saw Comanche pass
Saw the mountain lion that was dying in the grass
Her yellow hair was wet, the moon was in her eyes
But she saw the thing above her, standing on a ten-foot rise
“I know your name”, she said, and pulled her .45
"You ain’t no legend, I can see you are alive.”
Thunder of a six-gun rang out like a mission chime
And the church bells of Las Lunas rang out half a dozen times
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Jane
04:44
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She met Joe Holmes in Kalamazoo
July of 1965
Got married and built a house in Paw Paw
But the world had changed
What with the riots and the Asian war
Joe lacked for brains
And so she drove him insane
Jane
She took a job to feed her habit
In the glittering Spring of ‘66
Danced in Zorbas by night/and reveled in the April days
But the world had changed
What with the Kinks and the Grateful Dead
She felt glory in her veins
Then she needed more to the kill the pain
Jane
She loves this time and she loves this place
Don’t get me wrong
But she’s so many years out ahead of her time
She made her own song
In 1968 she became three different women
Schizophrenia got her mind
To live 3 lives, she learned to sleep 1 hour a day
But the world had changed
The baseball team had come of age
And while she fought her fatigue
Cash & McClain lay waste to the league
Jane
She loves this time and she loves this place
Don’t get me wrong
But she’s so many years out ahead of her time
She made her own song
But things have changed
What with time and age and fate
So I forgave her sins
And threw her ashes to the Michigan wind
Jane
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WILLIAM P. DINE AS A YOUNG MAN LIKED TO TURN ON HIS SPACE HEATER
ONCE IN DECEMBER, TURNED IT ON FULL BLAST
AND ALL OF THE LIGHTS IN THE BUILDING/ALL THE LIGHTS UPTOWN & DOWNTOWN
EVERY LAST LIGHT IN THE WORLD
ALL THE LIGHTS WENT OUT
ALL THE STARS WENT OUT
THAT IS WHAT I REALLY CALL NIGHT
I'M TAKEN ABACK BY THE TOTAL BLACK
THAT IS WHAT I REALLY CALL NIGHT
THE SUNRISE? NOTHING BUT LIES
IT WAS REALLY NIGHT
ALL THE LIGHTS WENT OUT
ALL THE STARS WENT OUT
THAT IS WHAT I REALLY CALL NIGHT
COYOTES BARK IN THE TOTAL DARK
THAT IS WHAT I REALLY CALL NIGHT
A BIG SURPRISE FOR MY USELESS EYES
IT WAS REALLY NIGHT
WILLIAM P DINE WHEN HE GOT OLDER
ONE SUMMER NIGHT TOOK A WALK IN A CLIMAX FOREST /IN HIGH SUMMER
SOON EVERY LIGHT IN THE UNIVERSE/EVERY LIGHT UPTOWN & DOWNTOWN
EVERY LAST LIGHT IN THE WORLD
THAT IS WHAT I REALLY CALL NIGHT
I'M TAKEN ABACK BY THE TOTAL BLACK
THAT IS WHAT I REALLY CALL NIGHT
THE SUNRISE? NOTHING BUT LIES
IT WAS REALLY NIGHT
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Golden light all the daytime
Ale & song all night long
Crank the sound system loud
We got the Pogues playing the old songs
Long years chasing her shadow
Up mountains and down
From San Francisco south,
Till I caught her at the border town
CHORUS
So you say you've bedded angels
Made love to the Valkyrie
Say you drank red wine with the Holy See
You say you've heard Beethoven's trumpets
You say you'll live for eternity
You say you saw Grieg's mountain
But you never saw Kathleen
Kathleen lights the fireplace
Shadow dances on the wall
Gray light of six o'clock dawn
Sparks the rooster's call
Like those winter nights in Donegal
Twilight on the haunted land
She's here with me in the Giant's Causeway
And the Bloody Foreland
CHORUS
So you say you've bedded angels
Made love to the Valkyrie
Say you drank red wine with the Holy See
You say you've heard Beethoven's trumpets
You say you'll live for eternity
You say you saw Grieg's mountain
But you never saw Kathleen
When my daydreams turn to night dreams
When I'm drunken with joy
You know I'm thinking about her, and home
And the golden boy
You say you analyzed Ulysses
You saw Yeti in the Pyrenees
You say you liberated lands/you set entire nations free
you say you've bedded angels
Made love to the Valkyrie
You say you saw Grieg's mountain
But you never saw Kathleen
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Bart Moore Grand Ledge, Michigan
Bart Moore weds native influences of the Pogues, Tom Waits &Basement Tapes-era Dylan to a headfull of images singularly his
own.
"No one writes like Moore: setting scenes using peculiar lyrical details, tying slipknots in the human timeline; history intertwines with the present, bringing death to life. All that comes into play on Graveyards, Wind, & War." ___ Kevin Curtin, Austin Chronicle
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