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(PICK YOUR) FRONT LEG UP
If you want to move, pick your front leg up
If you want to go, pick your front leg up
If you want to leave, pick your front leg up
And your back leg will follow along
Well well well you say that moving’s hard
It’s like squeezing blood from a stone
You oughta leave that bleeding to a dyin’ man
And jump on that stone and roll
Hey hey hey you got a heavy heart
And your feet are feeling stuck like glue
Open up your gut and pull them big blues out
And stomp on them little ones too
You say say say with your mouth all twist
That the only thing you love is dead
Well you could kill yourself every day that you alive
Or you could love yourself instead
If you want to moan, shut your pie hole up
If you want to whine, shut your pie hole up
If you want to grieve, till your time is up
Before you say boo, you’re done
Well baby baby baby I wont tell you no lie
I wont hide away no truth
We didn’t all get beauty no we didn’t all get brains
But we’s all given power to move
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Sugar Coated Nightmare
02:29
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SUGAR-COATED NIGHTMARE
Sugar-coated nightmare
Climbing up the lowdown
Rolling out the window
Cooling down the hot seat
Sleeping in the high low
Fretting on a banjo
Pushing up the sidewalk
Picking on a hambone
Lowdown (100 feet wide)
Lowdown (90 feet deep)
Lowdown, low down, low down
Greasing up the gluestick
Swimming round the eye land
Making love at midnight
Call me up a hot dog
Poking on a hothead
Pushing up gravy
Mansion on a tidal wave
See ya in the Navy
Alligator lollipop
Crocadile tic-toc
Beetle in a beehive
Moray in a red sock
Sugar-coated nightmare, climbing up the lowdown
Rolling out the window, cooling down the hot seat
Sleeping in the high low, fretting on a banjo
Pushing up the sidewalk, picking on a hambone
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Love is on the Wing
04:15
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Love is on the Wing
Well I saw it outside my window
Well I saw it in that clear blue sky
I was looking out my window
And it hit me right between the eyes
Like a galloping train pounding through the rainstorm
Like the ever rising fiery orb or the fall of darkness
Love is on the wing
And I don’t think I ready, no
I know I’m not ready, no
Nor am I worthy of the kind of love I need
But I’m willing yeah
Like the unending ocean chewing on the land
Like the wind and the sand,
Well I can feel it coming, growing
Oh, but I don’t think I ready, no
Yes, I know I’m not ready, no
Nor am I worthy of the kind of love that I need
Well I saw it outside my window
Well I saw it in that clear blue sky
I was looking out my window
And it hit me right between the eyes
Like a galloping train pounding through the rainstorm
Like the ever rising fiery orb or the fall of darkness
But I don’t think I ready, no
No, I know I’m not ready, no
Nor am I worthy of the kind of love that I need
But I’m willing yeah
Love is on the wing
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The Old Why-Oh-Why-Oh-Why-Oh-Why
Going to the desert man, gonna get a mental tan
Need a Garden Eden that's bone-dry
No golden apples, honey bees, nothing that might distract me please
I guess I need to wonder why-oh-why
I wonder why I wander so? I wonder where's my zocalo?
I guess its all you'se folks that's here with me
To rubberneck my wherewithal, I'll need the help of all y'all
To wonder why-oh-why-oh-why-oh-why
Oh why-oh-why, oh why am I?
Oh why-oh-shy, oh why-oh-cry, oh why the sky
A mile high -- why can't be I?
In the shadow of no man, I wonder "Why?"
Peripheral flat vision-thing makes the earlobes taste and sing
A feeling you can't sell nor trade nor buy
This booger in my nose is God, this spinning sphere I eas'ly trod
Yet still I wonder why-oh-why-oh-why
I got apostrophes on my vertebrae, they contribute to my sweat and sway
I'd speak the words if they would come to me
A punching bag is now my brain, take a swing - I feel no pain!
Again (you guessed it) why-oh-why-oh-why?
(spoken)
Now down amongst the glowing coals, I hope to find some discount souls
And one I can afford and I might buy
And I won't need no credit card, with sweat and toil, labor hard
I'll earn a new soul by the by-and-by
If ya'lls to ask what's wrong with mine, ain’t it only needing spit and shine?
I mumble "Dust and ashes linger nigh
And prob'ly bones and death as well. A spare might keep me warm in hell
And that my friends is why-oh-why-oh-why-oh-why"
Last Chorus:
Oh why-oh-why, oh why am I?
Because I'm shy, because I cry, because the sky's
A mile high -- and so am I
In the shadow of no man, we'll find out "Why"
In the shadow of no man, we'll find out "Why...Not?"
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All We Need
03:50
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All We Need
From first breath to grave’s recess
From needing to giving it all
From marking time to pushing up daisies
Oh all, all we need
Yes all, all we need
From now on to no way
From help us help us help us to leave us alone
From keeping it up to laying it all down
Oh all, all we need
Yes all, all we need
From crying out to joyous sustain
From the highest highest highest to the very degree
From bleeding and burning to resurrected and free
Oh all, all we need
Yes all, all we need
From blue meets gold to fear and bitter fun
From the unspoken spoken spoken to the resounding beyond
From the tiniest sparkle in a dying daddy’s eye
to the trembling bloody bundle of new life itself
Oh all, all we need
Yes all, all we need (repeat)
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Little Red Demons
03:56
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LITTLE RED DEMONS
Sick of my mind going black all the time
Filling me full of demons
The day-to-day dance, I slip in their trance
Got no chance to relieve ‘em
They’re doubters, haters, liars, and cheats
Bring a man down to his knees
I don’t need a doctor or a chief of police
I gotta find some way to leave em
Sick of my brain celebrating ole pain
While my face just feigns indifference
Round round we go, first fast then slow
Give the ole heave ho to resistance
They’re truckers, traitors, tough as steel
Bullying me and how I oughta feel
Holdin me down with a jack booted heel
Obliterating all confidence
Them little red demons, big headed schemes
Keep me from dreaming within my means
The big bad monsters, little fries of fear
Never leave me alone, so I never leave here
I’m sick of this thinking, going south to sinking
Dragging down with drinking and drugs
Booze and debasement, temporary facelift
Leaves a warm heart in mud
Well they’re stubborn, solid, thick as a wall
Toss banana peels and watch me fall
They’re all for none and none for all
Polluting my brains and blood
Them little red demons, big headed schemes
Keep me from dreaming within my means
Te big bad monsters, little fries of fear
Never leave me alone, so I never leave here
Sick of this song, going on so long
Its just plain wrong to continue
It ain’t like folk, the melody’s broke
It needs a good poke in the venue
It’s shoddy, sloppy, shaky, and weak
No fun to sing let alone to speak
The chorus don’t work and the harmony’s meek
Leaving me black and blue
Well them little red demons, big headed schemes
Keep me from dreaming within my means
Te big bad monsters, little fries of fear
Never leave me alone, so I never leave here
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Armadillo by the Tail
02:50
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Leisure Town
03:59
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Leisure Town
Uptown, Downtown
There ain’t no town like Leisure Town
Speed up, slow down
Tain’t no way you’ll get around
Our speed bumps, they’re renown
We want you to sit right down
And wipe off your frown
In our town called Leisure Town
I said Uptown, Downtown
There ain’t no town like Leisure Town
Now I’ve been living a hard life it’s not what I thought it’d be
I anticipated life easy but life it rudely shocks me
He seeks a new way of being – he drives this road every day
Ahead, aglow with a blue light – a sign to show him the way – Hey!
Uptown, Downtown
There ain’t no town like Leisure Town
Why swim? Why drown?
Here we seek the middle-ground
We’ve no frills, no frown
We’re living life a’way stripped down
And your clothes – hand me down!
We’ll dress you up in Leisure Town
I said Uptown, Downtown
There ain’t no town like Leisure Town
I said Uptown, Downtown
There ain’t no town like Leisure Town
The walls all seem to be stucco in shades of pastel and beige
And well, all seem to be happy each face so like a blank page
He just might have a new home here – there’ll be no worry or care
He’ll shop, he’ll dine, and he’ll spend here – he’s sold on all this fresh air – Hey!
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Picture
05:39
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Picture
I know love can’t be froze to be thawed out some day
But if I could save this picture of how I feel with you today
Well I’d say hold it and I’d say smile
And I’d say everything will ok, ok
And I know light it can’t be turned, figured down or filed away
And what I’ve learned is once it’s burned, remember it and make your way
The way we move is ecstasy
Without weight or history
Sharing air everybody breathes
And I know love it can’t be chose like a haircut or a home
And if I could choose between here and after, between heat and laughter
I’d trade it all
And I’d say roll it, I’d say wow
I’d say come on, come on, come on
The way we move is ecstasy
Without weight or history
Sharing air everybody breathes
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Earthquake
05:04
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EARTHQUAKE
I'm just waiting for the big one
I'm just waiting for the big one
I'm just waiting for the big one
We're just waiting for the big one
We're just waiting for the big one
We're just waiting for the big one
SHOCK! SHOCK! SHOCK! AFTERSHOCK!!!!
You'd better run and kiss your ass goodbye - EARTHQUAKE!
Cause when it comes its gonna liquefy - EARTHQUAKE!
You'd better get your last laugh now - EARTHQUAKE!
Cause when it comes its gonna hit and how! - EARTHQUAKE!
Run around run around run around - EARTHQUAKE!
Run around run around run around - EARTHQUAKE!
Run around run around run around - EARTHQUAKE!
Run around run around run around - EARTHQUAKE!
Stop drop and roll because you sure can't stand an - EARTHQUAKE!
You'll be flopping in that human frying pan - EARTHQUAKE!
Don't stop to pray or you'll be diggin your grave - EARTHQUAKE!
Get out your board and ride that seismic wave - EARTHQUAKE!
Run around run around run around - EARTHQUAKE!
Run around run around run around - EARTHQUAKE!
Run around run around run around - EARTHQUAKE!
Run around run around run around - EARTHQUAKE!
You'd better run and kiss your ass goodbye - EARTHQUAKE!
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Belly Of The Whale Reel
02:45
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Three Corks And A Hammer
04:08
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The Lord's Balloon
02:59
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The Lord’s Balloon
They built a church in the name of my father
Called it “The House Of Heavenly Light”
Prayer in the morning for the born-agains
And poker for the regulars every night
The front door faces God in his glory
The side door faces a liquor store
The back door opens on the city bank
In the basement we got the ammo stored
I go there to eat the body of Christ
I drink His blood and I’m free from sin
Go back home and I beat my wife
‘Cause the Green Bay Packers lost again
The front door says “Home Sweet Home,”
Side door says “No Peddlers Allowed”
Back door’s shut with four deadbolts
‘Cause there’s Puerto Ricans’ living three doors down
And I know I am guaranteed a place in the Lord’s Balloon
With my entire family, excepting my agnostic son
And my brother-in-law, the Jew
The Deacon read me my last rites
He genuflected and then I died
There weren’t no angels or heavenly sights
Like I’d expected all of my life
The front door’s shut and covered with flowers
The side door’s how they lowered me down
The back door’s where I lay my head
In my eternal bed underground
And I know I am guaranteed a place in the Lord’s Balloon
With my entire family, excepting my agnostic son
And my brother-in-law, the Jew
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Citadel of Love
03:08
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Citadel of Love
While the world tells you that it’s funny to be cruel
And the world laughs with the mean and the crass
Do you want to believe it, abandon control?
Reward your body, surrender your soul?
Well, climb on board and join the rush
Straight to the bottom of the merciless crush
You should be gathering (gathering) like all the little birds
You should be working (working) with deeds not words
Forming a circle (like the nesting dove)
You could raise up (straw by straw) - Citadel of love
Thought by thought (like brick by brick)
Word by word (like stick by stick)
Step by step (like stone by stone)
Friend by friend (no longer alone)
You should be gathering (gathering) like all the little birds
You should be working (working) with deeds not words
Working to build (high above)
Guard our hearts (guard our hearts) - Citadel of love
When the world tells you that it’s funny to be cruel
And the world laughs with the mean and the crass
Will you believe it, abandon control?
Reward your body to surrender your soul?
You gonna climb on board and join the rush?
Go straight to the bottom of this merciless crush?
Or will you be gathering (gathering) like all the little birds?
Will you be working (working) with deeds not words?
Forming a circle (like the nesting dove)
To raise up (straw by straw) - Citadel of love
Thought by thought (like brick by brick)
Word by word (like stick by stick)
Step by step (like stone by stone)
Friend by friend (no longer alone) – Citadel of love
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Topless Bar
03:31
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Topless Bar
Right in the middle of all these farms
There’s a topless bar called “The Empty Arms”
Fridays and Saturdays you will find
My baby buck-naked in the bright spotlight
She loves to move, she wants to act
She got nothing to prove
She knows that she is attractive
There is a truckstop down the road
Where the legends are spoken, where the tales get told
There’s a girl who dances on the head of a pin
You’ll know who she is, the minute you walk in
She wants to act, she loves to move
As a matter-of-fact
I don’t condemn, I approve
Despite some nights, she might not feel like working very hard
She grins, does knee-bends and jumps in the deep end
All for your pleasure, all for your pleasure….all
Right in the middle of all these farms
There’s a topless bar called “The Empty Arms”
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The Terrible Burden
03:46
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The Terrible Burden
The wind may blow … all across the land
The rain may leave … all the trees sparkling new
The sun may dawn … on a brighter, cleaner, new day
But I’ll never know
The sea may clean … all along the sand
The moon, the stars, the welcome night … may calm those troubled souls
The soft breeze may lift … the uncertain heart of Man
But I’ll never know
Until this terrible burden
Until this terrible burden
Until this terrible burden
Until this terrible burden is removed
Every bird can sing … the promises of Spring
And lovers can kiss … each other’s tears away
Heart can break and mend … and mend and break again
But I’ll never know
Rivers can disappear … before they reach the sea
Fires can flare up and burn away … or never be
And all of our good … may be crowned with brotherhood
But I’ll never know
Amber grains may wave … across the fruited plains
Purple mountains may reign … under spacious skies
And even God … may apologize
But I’ll never know
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The Goat Family San Francisco, California
With harmonies storming in from the West and rhythms shaking loose from the American songbook, this band packs folk, country, banda, and blues into a wobbly wagon on a cross-country trip bound for butt-shaking happiness.
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