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He’s In Love With Her
Broken lockets and empty pockets
He’s in love with her now
His friends say forget her but he rereads her letters
He’s in love with her now
He’s in love with her now
Quiet dinners, in love no winners
He’s in love with her now
He’d do better if he’d just forget her
He’s in love with her now
So many girls…
Ruined season, in love no reason
He’s in love with her now
She wants another so she treats him like a brother
He’s in love with her now
Anymore
Anymore, anymore
You won’t go down there no more
Pull back the covers and look at the beast
Anymore, anymore
You won’t go down there no more
World’s gone wrong and your dream’s out of reach
Crippled inside
There was no indication
Two years on the mattress can get to be a drag
Nevada was calling
You were going through the motions
Funny how you ended up holding the bag
The cops finished off your last pack of smokes
I’m left on the porch
Fingering your rings
Now I understand Phil Spector
holed up in his mansion
There’s no success like failure
And the trouble that it brings
Donnie Hathaway’s Blues
If I think too hard about the time I wasted
Worrying over the littlest things
I might do the same
And check out of this game
There’s no end to the trouble
that greediness brings
Like the Quiet One without Paul and John
I find your absence oddly liberating
It was hard to see with you standing over me
Now this once rocky road seems less intimidating
If I had my way I’d disappear out west
Wouldn’t have been around to witness your demise
If I'd have only thought about the lies you bought
I would have said “Whatever, man”
and let things slide
Keepers
You’d been limping for a long time
But you didn’t know why
Said your legs were fine
And so was your back
Maybe you were sending signals
to the Keepers of the Flame
Maybe you just bent down
to cover up your tracks
Marcie said she saw you
down at her family store
Said your hands were shaking
and your skin looked bad
This year ain't been easy ...
lost all my relations
That ain't even counting
my mother and my dad
Remember the time
We fooled all those Keepers
Said that we were going out
We were really staying in
Man, did we ever
Raid that giant cooler
Marcie’s still bitching
We ran off with her best gin
Brother if you get this
Please give me a holler
Ain’t too many friends
I can afford to lose
I don’t need to tell you
Life can be a fucker
Besides I got a phone call
There may be something there for you
Caterpillar Blood
Standing in the parking lot
Victim of an urban fable
You just blew your monthly nut
Sitting at the roulette table
I’d like to cut your wrist
Just to see what would pour out
No need for that my dear
There is no doubt
Caterpillar
Table talk don’t interest me
When I got a job to do
Wrapping up this mystery
And sorting out which lies are true
Mostly Blues
Section A, Section B, Section C, Section D
Section E, Section F, whatever is left
Some kid sniffing on glue
Found him naked and blue
Under his bed
You can pick and choose
But baby it’s mostly blues
Section G, Section H, Section I, Section J
Over and over and day after day
A girl got raped in her car
A guy she met in a bar
Let her down
You can pick and choose
But baby it’s mostly blues
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Mr. and Mrs. Sam Wells
Mr. and Mrs. Sam Wells
Holed up in the Bombay hotel
Names ain’t real but here’s the deal
Mr. and Mrs. Sam Wells
Ravi on his way
Ravi gonna save the day
Bigger than Christ
So bigger than life
Mr. and Mrs. Sam Wells
Jang-a lang
Mr. and Mrs. Sam Wells
Holed up in the Bombay hotel
Sitar on floor
Knock on door
Mr. and Mrs. Sam Wells
Ravi, he ain’t messing
No clump of hash just a blessing
This Western junk’s
Got no funk
Mr. and Mrs. Sam Wells
I’m Writing Down
I’m writing down these strange sequences
That appear in my dreams
I’m taking notes of the silly things you say
I’m writing down these indecencies
that issue from your mouth
I’m taking note of the way you walk away
Dreams go left and dreams go right
Suddenly I wake up in a sweat
Thank God dreams only come in the night
And the fourteen year old soul knows it the best
I’m walking down this dark hallway
To replace your dirty sheets
Taking note of my generosity
Wondering what in the world
Is my baby thinking of?
The girl in mathematics
Or the young boys in P.E.
King Day
King Day come and gone
Memphis, love your song
Though the fathers of the city
Didn’t give a rat’s ass
Baby don’t you know
The hero was Monroe
Without his “damn ‘em all”
This law would never pass
There were two ways through the door
Unless you worked on McLemore
Monroe tore that down
Shit he rocked this backwards town
Dressed up like a fool
Broke down every rule
Now he’s working on a desk job
He was once great
Way back in the day
Blacks and whites would pay
He even had a brother for a ring mate
Frozen River
And the holidays were hard this year
No French hen, just a case of beer
And the neighbors laugh each time
They see my hook and line
Weren't no ice fishing accident yesterday
Frozen river, frozen river
Take me away
And I know she won’t come back
But it’s more than her I lack
It’s a purpose that I need
Than to sit here and to grieve
Joanie
Joanie what’s the matter
This world has gone to tatters
And babe I don’t know about you
Me, I’m going southward
I know it’s way too loud here
For a quiet guy like me
Joanie’s getting by
And Bobby’s getting high
Richard’s sitting with his little book
Joanie said to Bobby
“You really need a hobby”
Meanwhile he’s giving Mimi
His famous Brando look
Joanie did you notice
This world has really shown us
And babe I don’t know about you
Me, I’m going hiding
Away to do some writing
Strange but that’s just me
A Bird Like That
Never give me flowers
I’ll throw them in the can
Don’t go looking for a bird like that
Little kitty catty
Don’t you paw at daddy
Don’t go looking for a bird like that
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