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Eliot's Version I
04:08
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2. |
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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3. |
Real Gritty Nitty
04:31
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Well I look in the mirror and who do I see
A crazy old man looking back at me
He seems to follow my every move
I bang on a drum and he gets in the groove
I wish that I could make him go away
But it looks like he is here to stay
Get on down to the real gritty nitty
Well I used it be young but now I am old
My story no longer waits to be told
All my glory days are far behind
And the women I see pay they me no mind
I sit all alone in the back of the bus
In the spot reserved for a crazy old cuss
Well nobody sees me and nobody cares
I'm a crazy old man giving crazy old stares
I sit around eating apple sauce
Used to give a damn now I don't give a toss
Let the world be run by a Gameboy kid
Will he do better than this old man did
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4. |
Open Wound
05:37
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I got down on my knees
And I yowled in pain
I screamed, Dear God
Don't put me through that again
And He laughed and He said
That's what I do
That's what I do to guys like you
I'm an open wound
As raw as can be
I'm an open wound
That's me, yeah
I took out my metal cup
And I banged it on the bars
I screamed, Let me out
And I'll give you all my guitars
But God just laughed and He said
I will rock you
I got myself a bible
And I got myself the truth
I screamed, Dear God
Won't you forgive me my youth
And He laughed and He said
Whaddya want from me
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5. |
Scoundrels
04:31
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There was Dan and there was Daisy
There was Jeff and there was Maisy
Together they were all a little bit crazy
Yeah, oh yeah
They made for a funky quartet
Wanna know how scary they could get
Well you ain't seen nothin' yet
Man, oh man
They were scoundrels
Wicked scoundrels
They hurled their sticks and their stones
They were scoundrels
Nasty scoundrels
They were bad in their bones
They tore up the whole countryside
In a red Trans Am with some flames on the side
They looked so cool in their hopped-up ride
Yeah, oh yeah
Stole from the poor and gave to the rich
In a rather unorthodox switch
They left my grandma lying in a ditch
Boy, oh boy
Dan dined on human flesh
And Daisy picked the remains
Jeff had a taste for Type O blood
And Maisy sucked on the veins
Dan and Daisy they died pretty young
He ate her liver and she ate his tongue
All that remained was a pile of dung
Yeah, oh yeah
Jeff and Maisy they moved the Valley
They opened up a bowling alley
They had a daughter and they named her Sally
Sweet, real sweet
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6. |
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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7. |
World War Zed
04:11
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Someone pushed the button
The world went to hell
Someone pushed the button, yeah
And rang the death knell
Was it some dude in a bunker
Or some guy in his den
Doesn't matter anymore
Who, what, why, where or when
We won't be fighting
World War Zed
No we won't be fighting
We'll all be dead
We won't be fighting
World War Zed
Fallout is a-raining, the air smells like dirt
Fallout is a-raining down, yeah
Makes your body hurt
The water is poison and the food you can't eat
Right about now you'd kill just to have a little treat
Cities are a-burnin’, sky's filled with ash
There ain't no one left to pick up the trash
Zombies are a-dancin' out in the street
Zombies are a-dancin'
They just love the heat
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8. |
Mutant Blues
03:19
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They are coming for us
They are gonna take us down
They're gonna turn all our verdant fields
Into an ugly desert brown
They are gonna poison our water
They are gonna sleep with your daughter
I got them mutant blues
They are gonna propagate
Just like the aliens do
They're gonna drop their anchor babies
Take us over two by two
They are gonna force on us their slang
Ting tang a walla-walla bing-bang
They are gonna turn us stupid
Gonna change the color of our skin
Might as well toss 'em the keys
And say, "You got us, you win"
Now we ain't got exalted stature
When we're knocked right down
By a body snatcher
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9. |
Jiggery Pokery
02:58
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When you're going down, you're going down
You're going down, down, down, down
The world it stings, the devil sings
You're going down, down, down, down
You get kicked in the teeth
Ow, ow, ow, ow
You get punched underneath
Ow, ow, ow, ow
Well it's Jiggery pokery, jiggery pokery
Lie, lie, lie, lie
Jiggery pokery, jiggery pokery
Why, why, why, why
When you need to know, you need to know, know
You need to know, know, know, know
But a black wind blows
A black wind blows and it blows and blows
Blows and blows
You get punched in the guts
Ow, ow, ow, ow
You look like a klutz
Ow, ow, ow, ow
When the hurt cuts through, the hurt cuts through
It cuts through, through, through, through
You get ripped apart
It breaks your heart
Your old heart, heart, heart, heart
You get kicked in the ass
Ow, ow, ow, ow
And you shatter like glass
Ow, ow, ow, ow
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10. |
Mister Eliot Regrets
04:18
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Done some things I'm none too proud of
And I wish I could go back
I'd change my mistakes
Get on a better track
Do it over, roll in clover
Get myself straight out of whack
Do I have regrets
You bet I do, Jack
I can really lose my cool
And say stuff that I just don't mean
Like you're about the dumbest cluck
That I've ever seen
But I am stupid, ain't no cupid
'Specially when I vent my spleen
Do I have regrets
High, low and in-between
I feel embarrassed to say what I have done
I have put myself first but what have I won
Now I regret
Done some things I'm none too proud of
That I wish I could undo
Like the time I kicked you in the teeth
Like a crazy kangaroo
Love and hate my mental state
You can read it on my knuckles tattoo
Do I have regrets
Hell yes, you bet I do
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11. |
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 a
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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12. |
My Penance
04:51
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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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13. |
Eliot's Version II
03:16
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The Revenants Boston, Massachusetts
"It was hell," recalls former child.
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