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That Train
05:32
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wont you take me over by the well let me ring the bell
my children they'll be waiting there for me
won't you pick me up so i can see
i can't stand to be alone where the angels ignore me
won't you take me on that train
take me on that train
get yourself a good spot at the rail get your bucket and a pail
wash my hair down in the stream
going to take this old disguise off my eyes
i want to be awake in the dream
won't you take me on that train
take me on that train
Let me ride to see my brother my sister my dear mother
Let me ride to see my friends
Lord, I'm never going to pass this way again
further further i drop passing by the shop where gabriel is selling his horn
your boy Obadiah is over there sleeping in a chair
naked as the day he was born
won't you take me on that train
take me on that train
Let me ride to see my brother my sister my dear mother
Let me ride to see my friends
Lord, I'm never going to pass this way again
can you see i carry no bags no tickets no tags
I've robbed myself of all that i've known
need a freind to carry me across if i get lost
the devil's gonna find me alone
Won't you take me on that train take me on that train
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Mr. Weitz
05:50
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Well They Say Mr. Weitz is all gone
but you can't know a thing you ain't thought upon
when you're digging for gold, boys
you must soil your hands
and listen for music you don't understand
well they say Mr. Weitz is all gone
he was gone from the first time he met her
he's a mystery, a fox, a china box
he's the first one to tell you he don't give a damn
but I know better
Well they say that love is unsure
like it's just a disease without a cure
a change in the weather a can of warm beer
will shatter your heart or make everything clear
well they say Mr. Weitz is all gone
since the girl never answered his letter
he's a mystery, a fox, a china box
he's the first one to tell you he don't give a damn
but I know better
You know and I know that if you don't know you're gone
then you're gone
my man Mr. Weitz is taking a header
I know that he thought he was still going to get her
On the day it darkened around here
Mr. Weitz lived a day like it was a year
I watched as he strained to wash off the stains
took off his clothes to sleep in the rain
well I watched 'til my wine was all gone
but to me he just got himself wetter
he's a mystery, a fox, a china box
he's the first one to tell you he don't give a damn
but I know better
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A stopped clock is right twice a day
but here it isn't so
Your clock's somewhere on the neutral ground
between here and Thibodeaux
Gravity's got no business here
ran crying like a kid
He's crying up there in the attic where we done hid
You've got to be crazy
You've got to be crazy to hang around
You've got to be crazy to live in this town
Just like you I prayed for rain
and then it rained all day
Rained and rained for two weeks and two nights
Make it go away
I went to ask The Man & he don't know
His brother don't know either
In the church of the miscreants I'm a stone believer
You've got to be crazy
You've got to be crazy to hang around
You've got to be crazy to live in this town
I'm going to lay it out like the Hindu say
I'm saying there's a god and she wants to play
Man she's up there laughing I know it's true
And down here everybody saying
"How'd you do?"
They say this town's been bent many times
but it never broke
They say this place been asleep for so long
and it never woke
I used to pray to the lord, "God help us
Deliver us from Ease"
Now I pray to the lord "Where are you?
Won't you help us won't you please?"
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Where K-Doe Lives
05:24
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I want to live where K-Doe lives he could need somebody else
as the decades drift on by i can't make it home all by myself
I want to hear what K-Doe hears when there isn't any crowd
the band is much too loud and the moon's behind a cloud
But when i'm singing there's a bull inside my breast
And i'm going to bring it to the girl I love the best
I want to love like K-Doe loves could you be my Antoinette?
Would you mind just standing by me I know we're going to get there yet
I want to see what K-Doe sees whenever I feel alone
sinking like a stone and my fight has just been thrown
here in my factory the blues will be my hammer
and while she's swinging she's praying
to the good lord above protect us
I want to live where K-Doe lives I want to see what K-Doe sees
just believe like he believes
I want to know what K-Doe knows catch it when it overflows
brave the highs and feel the lows and be there when it goes
I want to go where K-Doe goes when he passes through the radios
the furnace in your heart still glows is it there do you suppose?
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Everything Wants To Go
05:08
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do the birds wait for winter the same as you and i
time now once again to say goodbye
something in the shadows whispers and they know
that everything everything everything wants to go
grew up in the newsstand but school just never took
never raised my head to take a look
chanced to meet a sailor drifting on the row who said
everything everything everything wants
everything everything everything wants
everything wants to go
go where the wind is wild and free
where a love like ours is supposed to be
we can leave the world beneath us before the flowers bloom
we'll climb aboard a rocket for the moon
i would never leave you but you oughta know
everything wants to go
everything is just another word
for all the stories you ever heard
you can go around the world
you can search far and wide
but the going'll be easier with a friend by your side
through anything and everything
we'll keep a peice of somewhere safe for you and i
we'll sew it up inside a lullaby
its a thing of beauty but its not for show
because everything wants to go
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The Barber Of Shibuya
04:41
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Johnny's feeling lucky that's the sailor way
He's been leaking money
Yeah he pisses it away
He bought himself a human went out on a spree
Woke up in the gutter
That's the sailor way to be
Don't you get lost my friends in a foreign land
for the Barber of Shibuya has got a razor for a hand
For playing on his jew's harp they threw him off the train
He couldn't find no taxi
so he wandered in the rain
The girl who eats Kimono played a strange guitar
Johnny thought he'd sleep there and dream of Zanzibar
Don't you get lost my friends in a foreign land
for the Barber of Shibuya has got a razor for a hand
The Barber of Shibuya the Bourbon of Brunei
nightly trolls for sleeping souls
and then you say goodbye
Johnny he got shanghaied found a scab upon his neck
woke up in the scuppers
of a Chinese wreck
He said, "I ain't no sailor I never seen the horn"
The captain threw him overboard
where he sleeps forevermore
Don't you get lost my friends in a foreign land
for the Barber of Shibuya has got a razor for a hand
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Otis Takes It On The Lam
05:52
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Little boy little boy little boy little boy little boy...
little boy can't you keep a secret--don't you tell a soul
I'm underneath the sink with all the poisons
little boy--your pappy's pajamas hanging on the hook
can replace these clothesline clothes that I took
Little boy replace these clothes I took
Little boy won't you fix me up some coffee
I'm sick of nuthouse chow
Can't you knock those pots and pans around
Little boy don't you read the papers
Never learn to read
I'm not the man they say that got free
Little boy I'm not the man they say got free
Little boy someday we're gonna both be free
It never was the girl that drove me mad
Sometimes the ones you love you make them feel so sad
Never take a job that puts you on your knees
Never be a man nobody sees
Little boy don't them keep you on your knees
Little boy won't you pick apart the ivy you must know the way
Your neighborhood to me the yards all look the same
Little boy it will be just like the circus
Look at all the lights
We'll sleep by day and travel every night
Little boy I like to travel in the night
Little boy no one likes a squealer but the pachyderm don't care
Remembering the hurt of something long ago
Little boy it will be always cotton candy never mind the whip
Never mind a soul in case you slip
I'll teach you how to be a cannonball
I'll place the net precisely where you'll fall
You're a born performer, anyone can see
And someday you'll be just like me
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Outrageous Love
05:44
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never say you're sorry just let the push begin
be the mannequin at the show and tell
rumors down on broome just push the dirt around
at the lost and found looking for something to sell
and i know where you're standing and i know you can't talk
and no one's going to see you there at all
the night's going to come in like a straggler
to tell forgotten tales of outrageous love
Taylor Made himself can't bear the half of it
there's just nowhere to sit no one who knows the game
the joes on his agenda ain't come out much yet
to light his cigarette sanctify his very name
but taylor's seen these boys a thousand times
he sees through the thing they're dreaming of
his sleeve is full of tricks and he's got one more card
but he'll never have to play it he'll only have to say it's outrageous love
you're a queen and i'm a quitter but i just can't quit you
the wind smells like winter way up high upon the roof
the car is in the river now it's now or never time
to put it all on the line
and when i go before not after you
that wouldn't do i would be powerless
wrap me up in all the lists of things to do
and see it through--there's matches in my bag
just don't keep our children close around you
don't let them learn to sit and wait
'cause you we're out there looking when it found you
it was never never only late
outrageous love outrageous love
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My man, my man take me back to the war
I want to live upon dry land not on this killing floor
where all the dead they look like extras
not folks I knew before
my man, my man, my man take me back to the war
There's babies floating in my driveway
there's gators crawling up on my roof
Dali's got nothing on us nowadays
everywhere I see the proof
I think they messed with my perception
I thought i knew the score
my man, my man, my man take me back to the war
I'm going to write up my own ticket
do my dance down at the dome
please don't disturb me while I kick it
going to make myself at home
???I'm going to mess with my surroundings???
and then I'll ask for more
my man, my man, my man take me back to the war
now don't Fallujah look so pretty
from here upon our busted shore?
go hat in hand to the hind titty
to hear our pappy snore
there aint a dry eye in the building
when it rains it pours
my man, my man, my man take me back to the war
I'll be the poobah up in Utah
I'll be the man up in Spokane
I'll be the neighbor makes you nervous way up in Michigan
but I'm not through, I'm just reloading
and I'm going to count to four
my man, my man, my man take me back to the war
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The Woman I Love
05:24
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She will walk into a room
and not a head will turn
She will linger at the table
and I'm beginning to feel the burn
She will give her hair a toss
so's to hide that so so so so face
She's the woman I love
but to me she's the only woman in the place
She will stroll her strange sashay
and nobody gives a damn
She will strut her ungainly plié
she dug up in a garbage can
And I will give the concierge a little something
maybe get some sorta sign
That the woman I love can take her place in the V.I.P. line
Oh the woman I love ain't nothing special
but that's just fine with me
Because she's the only one who'll have me
And though the other guys might scorn her
In my dreams I adorn her
I got it so bad it makes me sick
She's the woman I love
If you could see us with our clothes off
man, it ain't nothing nice
They say that love's a gamble
and I'm willing to roll the dice
Now we're leaving the casino
Step out into that fresh cool clean Biloxi air
When I'm with the woman I love I could be just about anywhere
Oh the woman I love ain't nothing special...
Life is long the kids are gone the dog is dead
the house is just about paid off goddammit
And brown have grown the color of our many sins
Sometimes I still can't understand it
And someday soon she's gonna go I know
and it might just be tomorrow
But you can bet your last dollar my friend
where she goes I'm gonna follow
Oh the woman I love ain't nothing special...
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Do the Cap'n Sandy dance wear the Cap'n Sandy Pants
Listen while he raves and rants he's Cap'n Fucking Sandy
Cap'n Sandy lives alone, works alone, sleeps alone
Listen to him bitch and moan he's Cap'n Fucking Sandy
Hand me down my shiny boots my dear
Captain Sandy drinks his weight in beer
When Cap'n Sandy takes a bow no one applauds
They don't know how
He dreams of scuttling the scow
He's Cap'n Sandy
Oh where oh where's the skipper been? His grip on things is loosening
And what's behind the toothless grin of Captain Fucking Sandy?
Cap'n Sandy's at the wharf he's drinking with his favorite dwarf
Run and see the sane man morph into Captain Fucking Sandy!
Aaargh! He doth command a crew of One
Bit by bit the Captain's come undone Oh!
Why does Cap'n Sandy drool?
He failed mouseketeering school
Face down in the swimming pool is Captain Fucking Sandy
Walk the plank! Skip the rope!
I'll keelhaul the lot of y'all!
Oh Mick and Min and all the gang all came down to see him hang
Who was it in the crowd that sang "It's Captain Fucking Sandy"?
He was lifted from the noose He grabbed his Captain Sandy boots
Lock your doors--he's on the loose It's Captain Fucking Sandy
Drink your troubles by the cup my friends
Captain Sandy breaks before he bends
Captain Sandy disappeared he's gone they say with all his gear
But sailor's hearts still know the fear of Captain Fucking Sandy
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12. |
The Last Train
05:53
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a wish a will a want a wail tell me how that feels
the last train will roll with or without you
a shift a shade a shadow a shame
the last train will roll with or without you
the last train is yonder on the horizon
the last train beyond your realizing
the dress she made the price she paid hasn't slept in years
the last train etc.
the dance she tapped the stars she mapped
the last train etc.
the last train you know that sound now do ya?
the last train is singing hallelujah
they've closed all the stores locked all the doors
they're not here anymore there's nothing left to squander
when the last train has rolled we'll pack up our souls
lose all control the world is ours to wander
the grace the grime a place a time i know how it feels
the last train will roll with or without me
but i'll be back along the track take it on my heels
the last train will roll with or without me
the last train is yonder on the horizon
the last train is gone you're realizing
its true-adieu--adios--toodle-oo--later on pecan--see you, wouldn't want to be you--bye bye
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Alex McMurray New Orleans, Louisiana
I'm a New Orleans based singer songwriter type. I play in a bunch of bands. I make recordings sometimes. Some of them are here. Thanks for supporting my work. Drop me a line--I'd love to hear from you.
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