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The Masonic Ritual
02:47
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2. Thought the D.A. Said I'd Walk (But That Wasn't The Plan)
Well, I'm the kind of guy
Who winds up in the head
Ear half bitten off
and all around me going red
G-Men swarming everywhere
Guess I'm the Son of Man
Thought the D.A. said I'd walk
But that wasn't the plan
At the bottom of a highball
There's a sea of human bone
Where palm trees sway
All roads lead to me
It's etched in stone
So hand that boy another Coca Cola
Life's no fun
But hey, it ain't so miserable
A whole ocean of Coke
Enough to drown in
You want to hang yourself
You'll need a bigger piece of rope
Well, I'm the kind of guy
Who ends up in the mud
Dodging cans of Burma Shave
All this village wants is blood
Somewhere in the bush
They're trading dope for cuckoo clocks
While a thousand pounds of
Lie rotting on the docks
When I'm dead
A shrunken head
Bone through the nose
I'll know
In some perfect world
Judas lived to run a tackle shop in Rome
You and whose army
Fought over the spoils
When my kingdom comes
Where customers' king
With God in his Heaven and Life Magazine
The telephone rings
Uncle Sam ordering a shitload of trouble for me
Spoken: Guy gets into my cab and wants me to drive him to his girlfriend's
apartment.
Somewhere in the Mission.
On the way there he details his plans to reclaim the Throne of the Canadian Monarchy.
Says that the Parliament and the Prime Minister are anti-royalist thugs.
Says he and his court have been forced to live in exile for years.
Somewhere in the Mission.
He tells me intricate schemes to topple the Canadian Government.
Plots. Intrigues. Scandals. Cloak and dagger stuff.
His battle plans include cavalry, fixed-wing aircraft, and thousands of Eskimos paddling canoes.
Finally,
Says when the people see that their beloved King is still alive, they will
shrug off democracy.
I turn around and look at him.
His eyes are wet and his lips are glistening a little too much.
Great, I thought. Busiest night of the week and I have to pick up the King of Canada.
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Nothing for All!
05:47
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3. Nothing For All!
Dreamed I was your father
Cried, I laughed, I squirmed
Saw the tree the angel held
Crossing fields as they burned
The world and his wife
She said will you ever learn?
If I confess
Tear me to pieces
Just say the word and I lose my nerve
But why walk away
When I can crawl
All for nothing, nothing for all
Madam, I'm Adam
And I was here when the world was still new
Wounded in two places
Haven't heard a train in weeks
Any good happens tomorow
I won't know when to speak
This is not my li
You said I would never learn
With far more than five hundred speeches
Just say the word and I lose my nerve
So knock down the doors
And bang on the walls
All for nothing, nothing for all
We'll always have this moment
to break to pieces
Feel ashamed
Choke on life
Poison dreams
That we lash out to blame
This is not my life
I said will I ever learn?
You don't reject me
Will you receive me
Just say the word
And I lose my nerve
But why walk away
When I can crawl
All for nothing, nothing for all
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(I Did It) Your Way
04:39
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4. (I Did It) Your Way
Send his wife a dozen roses
What's the big idea?
Why order from the menu
If all that you wanted was steak?
Something's fishy here
You think it can swim?
Got a
Dead?
Yeah, a little bit
This method acting waiter
He's a Shylock to your Juliet
While the economy crumbles
It's raining bowling balls and anvils
So we can't see the falls
And chances are
Goons down at City Hall
Don't sing O Solo Mio
And maybe it's something I said
Hold your breath
Step in trouble so deep
You won't know if you're falling
Or maybe it's something I say
Watch the waves fall away
is this learning to walk or just crawling
Two knees knocking at the end of the plank
Three checks floating
to Havana and back again
Four out of five bookies to agree
I took the blows and did it your way
I was an old hare too
And I ran
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Anywhere But America
04:00
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5. Anywhere But America
This sinners' at the Pearly Gates
With a one way ticket
And a carry-on case
He shrugs and smiles
Okay, he says
Anywhere but America
He blends into a crowd of passengers
I make a vow right then and there
One day I'll go
Where
Tell everyone the difference
Between right and wrong
Ten thousand miles away
The day begins for half-a-million strong
This is where I belong
Nothing sooner said got done
So keep those cards and letters coming
I sign them all
Wish I was there
Far away from America
I'll throw the first punch and the last out
I'm the baby and the bathwater
All washed up on some far shore
Where no one's heard about America
Show everyone how bridges burn
And lines are drawn
Half a world away
I'll walk these winding streets
from dusk to dawn
This is where I belong
Put the whole Third World to rights
And when you're done
There's time enough for battles won
My lessons learned
And I'll be gone
This is where I belong
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6. Dead Drunk for the Fatherland
I'm locked in the darkroom
When my neighbor screams
His wife digs the ditch
Plants the man of her dreams
I get this sinking feeling
The room starts to lean
Her knife's long as my arm
Her head's full of steam
When the clocks all strike twelve
As they crash down the stairs
I'm grabbing a lampshade
I can't find a chair
Dead drunk for the fatherland
When war was declared
Now we're free
At Rue Du Bac Station
Down on my hands and my knees
Out here digging trenches
A map of the moon
Holes halfway to Capetown
We'll freeze to death soon
Scraping at the ground
with a wet paper cup
Had this all figured out
But it isn't enough
When no one pays attention
All eyes are on you
Look up at the stars
And count barrage balloons
Must be someone sang
And I'm wondering whether it's me
At Rue Du Bac Station
Counting the hours 'till we leave
If all that I am
Is this cold Montmartre room
Throw me out with the bedpan
Sweep me
The way from the cradle to tomb
Leads to base infamy
But at Rue Du Bac Station
Something is waiting for me
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7. Have You Heard the Robin Weep?
How many angels
Are there up there?
As many as the devils down here?
Sloppy drunk and living
In our hearts and minds
Under the people's hands
When all we wanted was to live
But we were blind men, weren't we
Soldiers of the cross
Postage stamps
in the Kingdom of the Joneses
And I feel more lonely
Than I've ever been
Have you ever heard a robin weeping?
Have you ever heard the robin weep?
You may forgive us
Well, we won't be forgiven
There is rancor in our hearts
You've scarcely dreamed of
But we hold our tongues
Until our breath is gone
We've been dodging left hooks
Since the tim
And wishings' never done a lot
of anybody good
How long
High tide?
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8. Gone to Face the End Alone Like An Elephant
Come on my wayward waif
Five dollars you're a punk
Someone blow this place skyhigh
It's filled with jerks and drunks
And I'm the living proof of it
A prophet, I haven't a clue
I'm waiting for the world to end
I'm just another you
The bravest kid who ever lived
A headline with a heart
The sweetest girl in the whole wide wrld
And here's the funny part
I'm stuck with two and two again
I don't know where to start
There's twenty kindergarten children outside
To sing for you
I'll be there at the end sailor
I'll be there waving goodbye
She's riding painted clouds up to
the angels in the sky
I'll walk right out the window
Ours is but to do or die
I've gone to face the end alone
Like an elephant
On a pile of bones
Outside the church
I'll Godbless everyone
Climb down off my perch and sing
Danny Boy when I'm done
Walk you through the ruins
And throw all my old shoes
I'm waiting for the world to end
I'm just another you
Spoken: I hang a sharp left onto Shotwell and he gets thrown to one side of the cab.
I hear some heavy bottles clink and the glug of some heavy liquid.
I think I smell something pungent and sweet.
The guy curses under his breath and then tells me to stop, that this is the apartment.
He points to a nondescript 3 storey stucco 1920s apartment building.
Tells me to go ahead and drive him up to the third floor.
I tell him that I'm getting a little fed up with his antics and that he better show me some cash.
He reaches into a Nike bag and produces fistfuls of bills.
Fistfuls, I'm telling you.
I see a lot of prett
I put the cab into low and drive him up two the flights of stairs.
Rather than knock on his girlfriend's door, he tells me to honk.
I give it a toot and the door opens.
A young woman in a taffeta gown and tiara, sees us, looks up and down the hall, then
waves us in.
I park between the kitchenette and the living room.
I immediately notice the mounted mooseheads on the walls and the 55 gal. drums of maple syrup.
I figure the guy's legit so I get out of the cab and start listening to his plan.
Half hour into his spiel, I'm spellbound.
Then he points at me and tells me that I'm integral to his success.
INTEGRAL.
Wants me to be the commander of his elite Taxicab Phalanx.
I am flattered and I humbly accept the position.
I call my wife and tell her not to wait up.
She takes it well.
So, I'm
drinking Labatts and watching hockey matches.
Somewhere in the Mission.
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9. The Masonic Ritual (Part 2)
Ma bu luh
Ma ha bone
Three times three
We meet and do agree
Je ho bah
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Nat King Cole
03:28
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10 Nat King Cole
I'm talking to the wall and
I'm speaking in tongues
Crawling under the floorboards
Death's door
Banging on the dash of the Caddy
We're riding to the airport
I'm living through hell
Hank's lying in the backseat
Nat King Cole
Push buttons on the radio
Still can't see this stinking river
But I can smell the rain
Hours before it's coming down
Smeared black on the horizon
Lightning flashes in the desert
Ions cracking in the ether
Heard a million weary voices
Calling out their names
Ran away one Father's Day
Jumped a flatcar in slow motion
Took the bend but I went headlong
Into this stinking river
Here I'll lie a thousand years
Kiss the white stones in this garden
Come the day I raise these bones
I'll climb a westbound freight
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Little Laika Satellite
03:12
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12. Little Laika Satellite
If I'm not too busy marching
Off the edge of the world
Without a single care or brain in my head
Lead me to the slaughter
and I'll have no regrets
My neck's on the block with all of the rest
We sing political nursery rhymes
A cold day in hell
There's a fairytale religion
An American Dream
Tell me bedtime stories
I know what I'm going to believe
And from here you look a little like a satellite
Winking on the edge of the world
Watch o'er me Mrs. Calabash
And ships lost at sea
Dots and dashes on a cup with a spoon
This is my sound advice
From this my diving bell
A scientific myth and a prayer
Tell me another one
Before I run out of air
And from here you look a little like a satellite.
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