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Soon
Soon I will be gone
Railroad man don’t bother me
I’m set free
"Hello" girl I do despise
I’m set free
Soon I will be gone
Detective Con
In every morning at 6 am
She dials me up ... "Is Jonathan in?"
“No, did you ever hear of intercourse?"
She was married once to a colleague’s son
But her constant whine made him come undone
Needless to say it ended in divorce
Every last detail
Total alarm!
Beware, my charges
of Detective Con
Her files are scrawled with tiny print
Capital letters to read you’ll squint
Exhibit A, your honor, I submit
17 voice mails in my box
The key to the case she must unlock
Shove your hands under your ass and sit!
Every last detail ...
I saw her walking with a knife
I thank the lord she’s not my wife
Smoke’n’mirrors would make a nice effect
Each and every case you see
Is a complete emergency
It makes me want to give her head a whack
Maya Van Rossum’s Blues
My feathered friends
Had an awful time
Thick gunky oil
Worse than fishing line
Greek shipping fleet
Only single hulled
Was it a pipe or pump
That oiled down the gulls
8 months ago
Venezualan coast
Lotta heavy crude
Quote unquote "lost"
Did it make a difference?
Did Citgo care?
They let the Athos sail
Down the Delaware
Dehydrated birds
In the oily mud
Swab down their throats
In the rescue tub
The drowning coots
The gannets and the swans
No retirement
On Golden Pond
The Monkey Wrench Gang
Between Alaska and the Yukon
The pristine coastal plains are getting drilled
The snow geese and dolly vardens
Another wildlife refuge gone to hell
A pipeline, yes, a pipeline
A million barrels a day for twenty years
If you look really closely
You’ll see a wolverine shed a tear
Bring back the Monkey Wrench Gang
Abbzug, Sarvis, and seldom seen
That’s Hayduke over there
He’s pulling stakes up everywhere
They’re gonna save Alaska with a can of gasoline
Offshore leasing exploration
A million acres in the Beaufort sea
Meanwhile on a ranch in Crawford
A millionaire says this don’t affect me
Bring back the Monkey Wrench Gang ...
Bring back the Monkey Wrench Gang
Not a moment too soon
Bring back the Monkey Wrench Gang
They’re selling real estate on the moon
Thousands and thousands of public comments
So many tiny voices down the drain
The Brooks Range and the South Slope
The caribou will lose the coastal plain
Bring back the Monkey Wrench Gang ...
It Happened To Me
Were you only in my head trying to get out?
I close my eyes afraid to set you free
Let those ideas run around you’ll end up lost in doubt
Followed by somebody’s history
I have said for many years the earth down here ain’t scorched
This is only the downtown arcade
Kids shuffle in to take chance – pockets full of hope
They win a round and think they’ve got it made
Hey, this could happen to anyone
Hey, it happened to me
Shattered glass outside a door is never a good sign
I swear I thought I saw your sweater vest
They left the phone off of the hook so they could figure out
A decent way to split up what was left
Hey, this could happen to anyone
Hey, it happened to me
Love will find you in due time – I heard a distant train
Pulling broken dreams on down the tracks
A few more months of bitterness and words left unresolved
You’ll reach a point where there’s no turning back
Hey, this could happen to anyone
Hey, it happened to me
Leonard’s Coming Down From The Mountain
Leonard’s coming down from the mountain and he’s pissed
Better run now
"I don’t remember Los Angeles like this"
Better run now
Underneath his robe, Lenny’s got a gun
Looking for a girl, better run run run
Leonard’s coming down from the mountain and he’s pissed, better run now
Leonard’s coming down from the mountain to record
Better run now
He’s practiced at his verse and he wields a verbal sword
Better run now
Underneath his robe, he’s got a Teac deck
A classical guitar – he’s gonna fingerpick
Leonard’s coming down from the mountain to record
Better run now
Leonard’s coming down from the mountain for good
Better run now
A man can only live for so long in the woods
Better run now
Underneath his robe, Lenny’s got a gun …
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Carnation Revolution
Yesterday’s for history books
There’ll be no sad songs today
Amalia’s shawl is on a hook
And the fates are held at bay
Carnation Revolution
A song is signaling the start
Stick a flower in your gun
MFA can now take heart
Estado Novo on the run
Carnation Revolution
Sidewalks are black and white
Throw down your arms tonight
Arrive
Dawn not forthcoming
Lost in the gloom
Dark star a-fallin'
Needle and a spoon
sweet rush Charlie
babe feels alive
chalk scratch ... how dare we
arrive
Arrive and you’re nowhere
Blown down the trail
Ruby's left town, boy
Check's in the mail
sweet rush Charlie
babe feels alive
chalk scratch ... how dare we
arrive
Red from Mississippi
Trouble in the streets
You're whistling red in Dixie
Bragging down the phone line
About your last victory
I won a blue ribbon
For my lover's design
Now I’m banging ‘em back in Brooklyn
Waiting on a sign
I can't understand you
I won't let you kiss me
You can't be my lover
Red from Mississippi
I used to idealize you
With your dangerous charm
You tall and handsome
With me on your arm
But of the boys I’ve been around
You’re the dumbest, it’s true
Another brainless angel
Hey, red, call me blue
I can't understand you
I won't let you kiss me
You can't be my lover
Red from Mississippi
Brooklyn never gonna meet Biloxi
I pulled back my blouse and admired what you won’t see
Trouble on the streets ...
Spy
Seduced by a swallow
From the KGB
The cold war never happened
For Josephine and me
Major William Martin:
"Man who never was"
Dressed up in details
Red combat gloves
Spy
Josie’s in the orchestra
Bug in her flute
I’m down the street
Dead drop and loot
Hide
He left out in the middle of the night
Lord, he must of made a dreadful sight
Woke up in a hotel in Des Moines
With a familiar aching in his groin
Thankful for the day that he’s alive
hide!
Pictures on his firewall
This family man takes a fall
The TV drones on ... he’s awake
They track every move that he makes
Careful not to blink an eye
hide!
Hiding and kneeling wearing dark colors
Where did you find these questionable lovers?
Confronted at work his tongue tied
hide!
A week on he’s in Sante Fe
His previous life gone away
A new set of teeth and I.D.
He wonders, "Does she think of me?"
She shouts from the door ... asks him "why?"
hide!
A life unexpected turns a dark corner
You never thought you’d end up a loner
Thankful for the day that he’s alive
hide!
Eats Right Out Of Your Hand
Don’t he look like a wave in the ocean
Breaking over the sand
Little pup on the blanket squalling
Eats right out of your hand
Don’t it feel like we’re still in love, babe
Like we still had a chance
Soldier slumps on the street ... fair warning
Eats right out of your hand
Don’t it seem like he’s gone for good now
Shot in the back when he ran
Lying dead on the blanket calling
"Eats right out of your hand"
Don’t it feel ...
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