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Somehow I must love the pain The hollow earth... And on it I hear the sound of rain Burn my home Hmm... Burn my shoes Burn down the glorified home of the blues Wake up! Don't be slow Drunken sailors are blockin up the main road They're up in arms Really on their feet Millin round They're marchin on the home of the blues Marchin on the home of the blues Say my name... Low and sweetly Then go away We'll never meet again And in awhile I'll be there too Standing in the rain Marchin on the home of the blues Marchin on the home of the blues Nobody can feel All the things that we feel And nobody knows How it is always leaving And never to go Marchin on the home of the blues Nobody can feel All the things that we feel And nobody knows how it is Always leaving And never to go Marchin on the home of the blues
Here she comes Like the rain Like the wind Like the wild wild wind Tearin the roof off somebody's heart In a way I hoped that we might continue as friends Somehow
Down by the river the corn is creepin I cry for my lover my lover's sleepin Bad as it gets gotten worse I wanna run Had to learn to crawl The house on fire the treaty's broken I call for the law the law is a token As bad as it gets it's gotten worse I wanna run I had to learn to crawl This trip is the worst I don't mean maybe I call for the captain She cries like a baby As bad as it gets it's gotten worse I wanna run I had to learn to crawl first Bye-bye Bye-bye baby my friend Bye-bye! Bye-bye baby and she cries and she cries and she... and then she... I mighta not known I mighta not guessed I mighta been fine if she'd never confessed As bad as it gets it's gotten worse I wanna run I had to learn to crawl Bye-bye Bye-bye baby my friend Bye-bye! Bye-bye baby It's time to leave but I don't know when
Cities are stones People aren't important People breed and die They come and they go Faithless But stones are true They don't die They don't go anywhere Stones talk like our fathers talk Languages of hope & fear that we don't understand Like poetry Nobody understands Nobody understands All the words that we've cherished for so long fall on deaf ears Children, hear our hopes and fears Hope and fear In awful solitude they and we speak past each other whispering in the dark strange talk Nobody understands Nobody understands All the words that we've cherished for so long fall on deaf ears Children, hear our hopes and fears Hope and fear The sun sets and people flee and in the surrounding hills they huddle against the empty darkness around suburban campfires Above in the sky the stars come undone Below in the city there's nothing but strange talk It feels like all the faded hopes that never were
I wanna be your suitcase I wanna hang around inside your Greyhound terminal I wanna be your ray gun I aim to be your ray pistol I wanna light the way across your starless lonely nights I aim to be a suitcase I wanna hang around inside your Greyhound terminal I wanna ride in the baggage car of your own mystery train
In the ghost town inside of my heart all the downtown is parking lots At the drug store at 9th & Payne they stock the bitter pills They say Will we see you again next Tuesday? What more can we do for you, Mr Johnson, sir? Pass the word around them Golden Pools I've been elected King of the Fools At the barber shop they never close They'll cut your hair They'll shine your suit Ya look fine, mistah Ya look sharp We can tell how well you play the part! Pass the word around them Golden Pools I've been elected King of the Fools In the ghost town inside of my heart all the downtown is parking lots And in the rain the streets are on fire At the city hall the mayor gives away the key He says Look around Make yourself at home Everything we do for you is our pleasure! Pass the word around them Golden Pools I've been elected King of the Fools In the ghost town inside of my heart all your downtown is parking lots
In the state of Montana in the Year of the Ford Nineteen hundred & fifty-four people are leaving they're driving all night Women are crying they're frozen in lights And we roll on the river Our river is black Our river is deep Headlights & moonlight a space full of grief Secrets and heartaches must carry the load The heart of the thing is the thing we don't know And we roll out the barrels Lo & behold, the night is too long Anchored in heartache afraid of the dawn nobody changes The truth is all gone Bosses say Everybody must go And we roll on the ribbons of our dreams
My friend's a stooge for the media priests He does the weather map for Channel 3 He smiles alot when I take him home Stares at the rug if I leave him alone Lays around the house in misery He toes the line for the company He's livin life like a Hollow Man hidin out in a Hollow Land My Friend Is A Stooge For The Media Priests In the morning with his hand on his heart to keep the world safe from falling apart he pledges allegiance to the Land of Thrills No one there's born to pay their bills He's livin life like a Hollow Man hidin out in a Hollow Land My Friend Is A Stooge For The Media Priests My friend's a stooge for the media priests He does the weather map for Channel 3
I want to be a suitcase I want to hang around in your Greyhound terminal I want to ride in your baggage car I want to be a ray gun shrinkwrapped from a ray gun factory I want to be the torch for your starless night
In Texas there is a bayou Cross the bayou there is a highway Down the highway there is a town called Houston On Mars there is a red sky and beneath it there are no blue eyes Below me there is a table and the table looks like ice Thru the screen door there is a bug light On the wireless there is a ballgame while on Mars there are no women and as well there are no grey skies On Mars there are no women and as well there are no grey skies At NASA they build rockets and they need a place to go While I know that someone once lived here now I cannot recall who On Mars there is a red sky and beneath it there are no blue eyes In Texas there is a bayou Cross the bayou there is a highway Down the highway there is a town called Houston On Mars there are no women and as well there are no grey skies ever Mars has no women Mars has no women Mars has no women ever
I've checked in and now I can't check out it seems I guess my life is in transition from one kind of a life to another from one kind of a life to another I find myself living in Heartbreak Efficiencies at the corner of Governor & West 114th St. six units and no doorbells but what do I need a doorbell for anyway? All of the men and their women in the neighborhood choose to shout at each other in the streets every Saturday! Saturday! Saturday! early Sunday! Sunday! Sunday! Sunday! I've tuned in They won't tune out I checked in and now I... The man in #2 hanged himself last month I think I know why he chose the laundry room but I wonder what became of his two little girls and who it was that came to take them away I checked in and now I... I checked in and now I can't check out it seems I guess my life is in transition from one kind of a life to another from one kind of a life to another
Can't we stop along the way? We just passed by a place called Elvis Is Alive Museum and a Shop where we can get souvenirs & a postcard or two Jack says Man it's awful hard to be the one that everyone was waiting for It's lonely in the dark when media priests of the Big Lie own all of the words Did you ever wonder why your Elvis fans were so much nicer people than the people who laugh at them? Turquoise fins in Pomona in Winona Turquoise fins in Corona in Oceana Turquoise fins in Alcona in Alatoona Turquoise fins in West Molina Altadena Turquoise fins Downtown Medina Issaquanah Turquoise fins West Issaquanah Albany
I've got a vacuum cleaner in my head It sucks up everything I know I've got a vacuum cleaner in my head It sucks up everything I know Darlin I'm not tongue-tied Darlin I'm not tongue-tied Darlin But I've got a vacuum cleaner in my head It sucks up everything I know Darlin I'm not tongue-tied