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Well I understand that. Don't get here much weekday afternoons anymore except flyby.
Good to see you though. How's things going?
Good to see you though. How's things going?
we spotted the ocean, the head of the trail
where are we going, so far away
and somebody told me, this is the place
where everything's better, everything's safe
walk on the ocean
step on the stones
flesh becomes water
wood becomes bone
half and hour later we packed up our things
we said we'd send letters and all those little things
and they knew we were lyin' but they smiled just the same
it seemed they'd, already forgotten we'd came
walk on the ocean
step on the stones
flesh becomes water
wood becomes bone
walk on the ocean
step on the stones
flesh becomes water
wood becomes bone
now back at the homestead
where the air makes you choke
and people don't know you
and trust is a joke
we don't even have pictures
just memories to hold
that grow sweeter each season
as we slowly grow old
walk on the ocean
step on the stones
flesh becomes water
wood becomes bone
shout bamalama
he's down in alabama
shoutin' bamalama
way down in louisana
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
lord have mercy on my soul
how many chickens have i stole
one last night and the night before
i'm going back and tryin' to get 10, 11 more
startin' to get 'em and i
i love a chicken, baby
shoutin' bamalama
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
9 feet, 10 feet we're goin' for the build
9 feet left on a 10 feet of hill
10 feet turn around a 9 feet fence
his teeth fell out, but his tongue stayed in
it's gettin' said so...
he got the chicken, baby
shoutin' bamalama
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
leo demarket rode a line one day
bad little fella comin' down the way
we were talkin' 'bout the family, its a cryin' shame
he tell ya, "mother is workin' on the chain gang"
she busts his britches now
she's good at workin' hard
shoutin' bamalama
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
the preacher and the deacon were prayin' one day
along come a bear comin' down that way
the preacher told the deacon to say a prayer
he said, "lord, a prayer wont kill this bear"
i gotta make it, baby
shout bamalama
i gotta run for it
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
I was just outside of Clarksdale On the way up to Tennessee I had been driving all night And nearly half the day It was time to find something to eat Well I looked high and low For nearly half an hour Before I finally come up on a place Just a little old joint With a hand-painted sign That read, "Leona's Home Cookin' Cafe" [SPOKEN] Well it wasn't much to look at from the outside But it sure looked like heaven to me
Well I parked my ride And I moseyed inside Leona showed me a place to sit Then she cooked up a meal And still sets me through (???) And every time I think about it Well she brought our my plate And set it on the table Then she put her hand down on my knee I said, "Whoa Leona, don't you wanna Come and do some cookin' with me?" I said, Won't you be my honey child? Won't you be my honey child? Your down-home cookin' drives me wild Well come on and stay with me a while I'm tired of being lonely I'll be your one and only Won't you be my honey child? She fixed a good ol' golden brown Southern fried chicken That would make the Colonel run and hide I had collard greens and fresh snap beans And sweet potatoes on the side I had homemade biscuits just as big as your fist A-drippin' with sweet creamy butter A mason's jar fulla cold ice tea So good it make you run home to Mother Won't you be my honey child? Come on honey Won't you be my honey child? You known your down-home cookin' drives me wild So come on and stay with me a while If you're tired of being lonely I'll be your one and only I said won't you be my honey child? Well won't you be my honey child? Your down-home cookin' drives me wild So come on and stay with me a while I know you're tired of being lonely I'll be your one and only Won't you be my honey child? Leona! Do you wanna? Leona! Are you gonna? Leona! Why don't ya?
Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash
They stayed up all night selling ....... and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man
Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to Vietnam
And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn
They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey Line
So they hopped into a stolen car took Highway 99
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man
Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill
She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill
It was out on thunder road - Tweeter at the wheel
They crashed into paradise - they could hear them tires squeal
The undercover cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a liar
If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire"
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
An ambulance rolled up, a state trooper close behind
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind
The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree
Near the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory
Next day the undercover cop was-a hot in pursuit
He was taking the whole thing personal
He didn't care about the loot
Jan had told him many times it was you to me who taught
In Jersey anything's legal as long as you don't get caught
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
Someplace by Rahway prison they ran out of gas
The undercover cop had cornered them said "Boy, you didn't think that this could last"
Jan jumped out of bed said "There's someplace I gotta go"
She took a gun out of the drawer and said "It's best if you don't know"
The undercover cop was found face down in a field
The monkey man was on the river bridge using Tweeter as a shield
Jan said to the Monkey Man "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl
I knew him long before he ever became a Jersey girl"
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again
I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den
The TV set was blown up, every bit of it is gone
Ever since the nightly news show that the Monkey Man was on
I guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sun
There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been done
Sometime I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of Jan
Sometimes I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
[repeat chorus]
I won't be the fool in my life
I won't change the rules in my life
In all your silence
I knew it all along
You haven't got the sense to know
what's right from what is wrong
And I really haven't got the time to
tell you about the things that are absurd
Chorus:
Don't fear tomorrow
Don't fear tomorrow
I won't play the fool to your knife, to your knife
You can't change the tune in my sight, in my life
With all you science, I knew it all along
You haven't got the nerve to write the words
within this song
And you really haven't got the time to tell
me why you really are
You really haven't got the time to tell me
why you really are
You really haven't got the time to tell me
why you really are
Chorus:
Don't fear tomorrow
Don't fear tomorrow
More local boys
Take your fingers from my hair
They have gotten us nowhere
We can't last another second
For we are two, too lost for open doors
Take your memories and your ways
Let me see a brighter day
Greener fields aren't hard to hope for
It's just hard to go on living here without you
Chorus:
Somewhere I have dreamed
That you haven't got the time to be with me
Somewhere though it seems
That you have been making lovin' without me
Starshine, moonshine
you're the light that shines upon me baby
I know, you'll go
find yourself another lover lady
Let me tell you how I feel
Loving others isn't real
You are blind
Too blind to notice
That their love is not the love we share together
Chorus:
Somewhere I have dreamed
That you haven't got the time to be with me
Somewhere though it seems
That you have been making lovin' without me
Starshine, moonshine
your the light that shines upon me baby
I know, you'll go
find yourself another lover lady
Starshine, moonshine
you're the light that shine upon me baby
I know, you'll go
find yourself another lover lady
Time can never lose the game
Will never lose
Time can never feel the pain
Will never feel
There's a wheel that turns our fortunes
There's a light to lead the way
It's holding back tomorrow
From a destiny today
I used to be so lonely
Never thought that I could find the time
Never thought that I could give it up
Ahhh
It's back to
Here today
But never leave
Do what you want
Here today
Don't ever leave
It's what you want
It's here today
But never leave
Do what you want
Here today
But never leave
Time, can never lose the game
Will never lose
Time, can never feel the pain
Will never feel
From a love that's going nowhere
To a heart that feels the pain
It's holding back the forces
Of a destiny distained in vain
I used to be so lonely
Never thought that I could find the time
Never thought that I could give it up
Ahhh
It's back to
Here today
But never leave
Do what you want
Here today
Don't ever leave
It's what you want
It's here today
But never leave
Say what you will
You can't shout it up and crowd it up
and shout it on down
Look around, look around
It's what you want
It's here today
But never leave
Do what you want
Here today
Don't ever leave
It's what you want
It's here today
But never leave
Do what you want
It's here today
Don't ever leave me
When you call me up
In the evening
And we're standing there in time
You can feel the wind,
Touch the stars
Leave our cares behind
We'll make love till the morning
Written By Warren Zevon & David Lindell c. 1976 Zevon Music/BMI
Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray
Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese
Roland the Thompson gunner...
His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-..... Van Owen blew off Roland's head
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Norway's bravest son
Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
But time stands still for Roland
'Til he evens up the score
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner
Still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it
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