1. |
Lopsided Blues
03:04
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Well I lean a little to my left
And I lean a little to my right
I stagger my way
Down this here mean old street
And I look such a fright and that ain't right
Wanna straighten up
And drop my freight
Wanna straighten up
But my body don't cooperate
I'm tired of looking so freakin' bent
I'm sick to death of this torment
It's like I'm on a storm-tossed cruise
I got them lopsided blues
Well I struggle to get up
And I struggle to get down
It takes me every ounce of strength I got, yeah
Just to get around
Then I hit the ground
Wanna be upright
Not shaped like a hook
Wanna be upright
Not some bent old crook
Wanna new body
This old one kinda sucks
Wanna new body, a body by deluxe
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2. |
Tower of Blues
03:04
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Well I am up here
Up here so high
So high up
I kiss the sky
And nothing, nothing's gonna bring me down
No, no, no
Nothing bad is headed my way
I'm gonna have me a happy day
Live it large like the Mardi Gras
And kick the pricks in their big ol' ass
I put on my rock and roll shoes
And jump on off the tower of blues, yeah
The tower of blues
The tower of blues
Well I am up here
Way up a stream
So high up
My life is a dream
And nothing, nothing's gonna wake me up
No, no, no
I'm taking time to smell me a rose
Smell it till it decompose
Nothing's ever gonna ever bum me out
Being gay is what it's all about
I am up here
Up on a mountain
The water's sweet
As a soda fountain
And nothing, nothing's gonna wreck my day
No, no, no
You can tell me that I am a fool
Suck me down in your whirlpool
Rain on me with your bad vibes
Stab me with your stinging gibes
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3. |
Jesus of Milwaukee
06:46
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Jesus of Milwaukee went to see
Jesus of Poughkeepsie
Who lived in a lean-to down a dirty road
Well Jesus of Milwaukee he asked
Jesus of Poughkeepsie
How he deals with such a heavy load
And he said, Jesus Christ
I wield my rod
He said Jesus Christ
I'm the Lord thy God
Jesus of Milwaukee went to see
Jesus of Miami
Who lived in a palm tree
And drank his rum and Coke
Well Jesus of Milwaukee he asked
Jesus of Miami
What he thinks of the ordinary folk
And he said, Jesus Christ
I wield my rod
He said Jesus Christ
I'm the Lord thy God
I am, I am the Lord thy God
Stand back, stand back and be awed
Jesus of Milwaukee went to see
Jesus of Decatur
Whose church was just a rickety shack
Well Jesus of Milwaukee he asked
Jesus of Decatur
If he's on the inside track
And he said, Jesus Christ
I wield my rod
He said Jesus Christ
I'm the Lord thy God
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You been going down a path
For such a long time
It's a worn out old groove
Well past its prime
Should you change direction
It's just a thought
But that ain't easy
It takes all you got
You mull it over
Over and over
You go looking for some answers
But you don't know where to begin
You just want to jump out of your skin
Why don't you put a little English on it, baby
And let it spin, spin, spin
You had it pretty good
Better than most
But then you turned around
Thought you saw a ghost
That pretty girl from high school
Looks craggy and spent
You think about your youth
You wonder where it went
You mull it over
Over and over
You feel a little bit panicked
You take a swig of gin
"Oh my, oh my, am I just a has-been?"
Why don't you put a little English on it, baby
And let it spin, spin, spin
What happened to Mary
What happened to Bill
What happened to Bonnie
What happened to Gil
What happened to everyone
Lo and behold
They got old
What happened to Susie
What happened to Leigh
What happened to you
What happened to me
What happened to everyone
Lo and behold
We got old
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5. |
Blabbermouth Blues
04:09
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Well you talk and you talk and you talk and you talk
And you say a lot of blah, blah, blah
But you talk the talk and you don't walk the walk
Mostly you just wah, wah, wah
Like a big ol' baby, a big ol' baby, yeah
With a mean streak right down the middle
Hey diddle diddle
East or West, North or South
The call you the blabbermouth
Well you stamp and you stamp
And you stamp and you stamp
And you throw your big ol' weight around
But for all your stamping and your bit champing
It's really just an empty sound
Like a mean ol' mama, a mean ol' mama, yeah
With a frog stuck down in her throat
She's a funky ol' goat
Well you snipe and you snipe and you snipe and you snipe
And you run your friends in the dirt
And for all your sniping and incessant griping
You don't know just who you hurt
Like spoiled princess, a spoiled princess, yeah
Living large in your kingdom of dust, a great big bust
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6. |
John Lennon's Blues
05:29
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7. |
Primitive Man
04:02
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Rip, rough
Tip and tough
Feel like I'm gonna explode
Been back and forth
And I been up and down
This ricky-racky-rock-rocky road
'Cause I'm a primitive man
A primitive man
Don't care if you don't understand
Chimp, chomp
Trudge in the swamp
Ain't a lackey for the bourgeois
I slay my meals
Under my boot heels
Like my meat all red and raw
'Cause I'm a primitive man
A primitive man
Don't care if you don't understand
Live in a cave
Got a woman for a slave
And I bonk her on the head with my club
She does what I want
I'm the ruler my haunt
You got a problem with that bub
I'm a primitive man
A primitive man
Don't care if you don't understand
I make war
I sleep with a whore
I'm the very definition of rotten
I bark commands
No mere demands
Jump down turn around pick a bale of cotton
I'm a primitive man
A primitive man
Don't care if you don't understand
I make a stink
I don't need to think
Got a bucket of bacon for brains
If I don't get my way
There'll be hell to pay
Just look at all my remains
'Cause I'm a primitive man
A primitive man
Don't care if you don't understand
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8. |
Old Man Blues
04:06
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When I ride on the subway
Well I feel so alone
No one looks me in the eye
No one tosses me a bone
All the pretty girls are texting
And twirling their hair
And I feel just like a no one
Who is not really there
Well I just wanna scream
And I just wanna shout
One day you'll be old too
Of that there is no doubt
I got the old man blues
The old man blues
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
When I go out a-walkin'
I move kind of slow
People pass me right on by
I can't keep up with the flow
Even the boys with the sagging jeans
Can move quicker than me
I just sway in the wind
Like an old willow tree
Well I just wanna scream
And I just wanna yell
One day you'll be old too
And you too will feel like hell
Well I go to the doctor
And she asks me what's wrong
I say it's not a wonderful world
Sorry Louis Armstrong
People have changed
And not for the best
If you just look around
You'll see why I'm so depressed
Well I just wanna scream
And I just wanna cry
You can keep what's left of this planet
You can pass me right on by
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9. |
Talkin' Blue
03:25
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I cut my finger with the carving knife
And there is blood splashed over the sink
I've tied it off with a strip of ribbon
And now my finger is a funny shade of pink
I feel a little bit woozy
Like I'm gonna pass out
But then I look myself in the mirror
And I think, Who is this Boy Scout
He's talkin' blue
He's talkin' blue
Like this
I'm sitting down in a movie theater
Waiting for the feature to start
There's a thousand freakin' trailers
Not one a single work of art
Then my girl she says
Go burn these pois'nous weeds
In yon blue fire
These screech-owl's feathers
And this prickling briar
She's talkin' blue
She's talkin' blue
I must be losing it
I must be losing it
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10. |
God's Mistake
05:34
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Yeah, that's me
No good for nothing, no good for nothing at all
That's what they say, whoever they are
They know how to make me feel small
I'm a freak, freak of nature
Down I the bottom I trawl
Yeah, that's me, I'm a loser
I'm not what I used to be
No, not that I was anyone great
Anyone who'd make history
And if I vanished overnight no one would look for me
I am God's mistake
I am for God's sake
As lowly as a garden snake
God's mistake
Yeah, that's me, I am a dummy
And I do what a dummy does
I do it all backward when I do it at all
Don't know why or because
And in the end no one sees me
No one sees who I was
Yeah, that's me, I am a fool
And people laugh at my folly
They say, What a dope
And then they snicker
Glad I can make them so jolly
But if they saw the real me they might change
Betcha by golly
They might say, He's not God's mistake
They might say, He's not God's mistake
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11. |
A House Without Love
05:20
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I grew up in a house that had no love
So I never learned that skill
My parents didn't get it
And my sisters too
And they likely don't get it still
I stumbled around for so many years
Breaking hearts unwittingly
Got married and divorced a whole bunch of times
For so reasons I did not foresee
And when I look back on that house that had no love
And I know it's still around
I just wanna burn it
I just wanna burn it to the ground
Burn it to the ground
My parents are gone now
But my sisters are still around
They've lead quite productive lives
Linda's a teacher and Robby did good too
Both of them have made such dutiful wives
But something's missing
Something that can't be seen
But they don't wanna know what I wanna find
And when I tell them they stare at me kind of blank
And say I've made it all up in my mind
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12. |
My Penance
04:58
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I done some bad things long time ago
And those bad things I did they laid me low
They filled me with sadness, for sure
And they filled me with regret
Thought I was done with them
But I guess not just yet
Trying to do right, trying to do better
Trying to be as faithful
As an English Setter, oh yeah
I was wicked once, I did rotten stuff
I took more than my share
I couldn't get enough
I saw suffering and I turned away
People cried out and I said, Have a nice day
Now I've changed, I've read the Bible
I'm on the hook, I am libel, oh yeah
They used to call me Mister Misery
I rained down terror through history
I didn't care about nothing
Unless I could stand to gain
I was the arbiter, the arbiter of pain
But I am different now
I've turned a new leaf
I'm done with the hurt
I'm done with the grief, oh yeah
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