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I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
U2 LYRICS


I have climbed highest mountain
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you

I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire

I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I believe in the kingdom come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
Well yes I'm still running

You broke the bonds and you
Loosed the chains
Carried the cross
Of my shame
Of my shame
You know I believed it

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for…

Well, Try. Glad you're with us still and keep looking, buddy; however, you may be:

Artist Lyrics: Waylon Jennings
Song Lyrics: Lookin' For Love



Lookin' for love

I've spent a lifetime looking for you
Single bars and good time lovers, never true
Playing a fools game, hoping to win
Telling those sweet lies and losing again.

I was looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love in too many faces
Searching your eyes, looking for traces
Of what.. I'm dreaming of...
Hopin' to find a friend and a lover
God bless the day I discover
Another heart, lookin' for love

When I was alone then, no love in sight
And I did everything I could to get me through the night
Don't know where it started or where it might end
I turn to a stranger, just like a friend

I was looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love in too many faces
Searching your eyes, looking for traces
Of what.. I'm dreaming of...
Hopin' to find a friend and a lover
God bless the day I discover
Another heart, lookin' for love

You came a'knocking at my heart's door..
You're everything I've been looking for..

No more looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love in too many faces
Searching your eyes, looking for traces
Of what.. I'm dreaming of...
Now that I found a friend and a lover
God bless the day I discover
You, oh you, lookin' for love

In all the wrong places
Looking for love in too many faces
Searching your eyes, looking for traces
Of what.. I'm dreaming of...
Now that I found a friend and a lover
God bless the day I discover
You, oh you, lookin' for love.

Quote for the evening:

Le Morte d'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory
"Pray for my soul; more things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of."

and, for our listeners, a poem:

Arcturus

Arcturus brings the spring back
As surely now as when
He rose on eastern islands
For Grecian girls and men;

The twilight is as clear a blue,
The star as shaken and as bright,
And the same thought he gave to them
He gives to me to-night.

We like to look at every side of the world, right?

Right, I might have found a …

Gemstone
Arrowsmith Lyrics

It's elementary
Sedimentary rock
Given form by eroded earth deposits
"Look at me, washed downstream," they scream
Sleeping their way to the bottommost layer

Leave me alone with my sandstone
Limestone, shale, conglomerate
Well you might have to wait a million

Rock rock rock
Geology rock
I'll like you any way you formed
Rock rock rock
Geology rock
I don't care which way you were born

Active volcanos
Give us igneous rock
When white hot magma jumps from holes in the ground
The lava then cools and new rocks are found
Completely safe and maybe even glassy

Never take this granite for granted
This basalt is Mt. St. Helens' fault
Obsideon, the most noble rock of all

Maybe we can go on a field trip
And kiss at the steamy volcano's lip
These rocks are naturally exotic
These rocks are naturally romantic

You're under pressure
You're my metamorphic rock
The high pressure temperature is making you morph
You were once my lovely sedimentary
My once perfect igneous girlfriend

If you're marble you can be a pillar
If you're schist you can still make a mighty fist
If you're slate you can be my first date

Yes, Try. Back to the basics, I guess. I love the word "obsidian"
Thomas Grey said it a different way, listeners:

Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear;
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Greeen Eyed Lady, lovely lady
Strolling slowly towards the sun

Green eyed lady ocean lady
Soothing every wave that comes

Green eyed lady, passion's lady
Dressed in love she lives for life to be

Green eyed lady feels like I never see
Setting suns and lonely lovers free


Green eyed lady, windswept lady
Moves the night the waves the sand

Green eyed lady ocean lady
Child of nature, friend of man

Green eyed lady passions lady
Dressed in love she lives for life to be

Green eyed lady feels like I never see

That song reminds me of:

Status Quo
Cadillac Ranch Lyrics

Well, there she sits buddy justa gleaming in the sun
There to greet a working man when his day is done
I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my aunt
I'm gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch

Eldorado fins, whitewalls and skirts
Rides just like a little bit of heaven here on earth
Well buddy when I die throw my body in the back
And drive me to the junkyard in my Cadillac

Cadillac, Cadillac
Long and dark, shiny and black
Open up your engines let 'em roar
Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur

James Dean in that Mercury '49
Junior Johnson runnin' thru the woods of Caroline
Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans-Am
All gonna meet down at the Cadillac Ranch

Cadillac, Cadillac
Long and dark, shiny and black
Open up them engines let 'em roar
Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur

Hey, little girlie in the blue jeans so tight
Drivin' alone through the Wisconsin night
You're my last love baby you're my last chance
Don't let 'em take me to the Cadillac Ranch

Cadillac, Cadillac
Long and dark, shiny and black
Pulled up to my house today
Came and took my little girl away

Cadillac, Cadillac
Long and dark, shiny and black
Open up them engines let 'em roar
Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur

Cadillac, Cadillac

Ah, dys. That is lovely, cowboy. Does some lovely lady that you know have green eyes? <smile>

and then, folks, there is the sword. (where is tin sword Arthur?)

Emerald Sword

I crossed the valleys the dust of midlands
to search for the third key to open the gates
Now I am near the altar the secret inside
as legend told my beloved sun light the dragon's eyes
On the way to the glory I'll honor my sword
to serve right and justice for all

Finally happened the sun lit their eyes
the spell was creating strange games of light
Thanks to hidden mirrors I found my lost way
over the stones I reached the place it was a secret cave
In a long bloody battle that prophecies told
the light will prevail hence wisdom is gold

For the king for the land for the mountains
for the green valleys where dragons fly
for the glory the power to win the black lord
I will search for the emerald sword

Only a warrior with a clear heart
could have the honor to be kissed by the sun
Yes, I am that warrior I followed my way
led by the force of cosmic soul I can reach the sword
On the way to the glory I will honor my sword
to serve right ideals and justice for all

For the king for the land for the mountains
for the green valleys where dragons fly
for the glory the power to win the black lord
I will search

sometimes musicians will get bad reputations, well here are some musicians thoughts on bad reputations

Bad Reputation
Joan Jett

I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's
What I'm gonna do
An' I don't give a damn ' bout my bad reputation

Oh no not me

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
Never said I wanted to improve my station
An' I'm only doin' good
When I'm havin' fun
An' I don't have to please no one
An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

I don't give a damn
'Bout my reputation
I've never been afraid of any deviation
An' I don't really care
If ya think I'm strange
I ain't gonna change
An' I'm never gonna care
'Bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

Pedal boys!

An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my reputation
The world's in trouble
There's no communication
An' everyone can say
What they want to say
It never gets better anyway
So why should I care
'Bout a bad reputation anyway
Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
You're living in the past
It's a new generation
An' I only feel good
When I got no pain
An' that's how I'm gonna stay
An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not
Not me, not me


Bad Reputation
David Wilcox

I've got a bad reputation in this town
It's something I can't live down
I wish I could be what people want me to be
But somehow I can't come around
So you take your road and I'll take mine
I'll drink the whisky and you drink the wine
Cause that's the situation
I've got a bad reputation

I've got a bad reputation in this town
People try to put me down
They call me a loser
A no good boozer
And tell me I act like a clown
Now if you don't like my face and style
Don't waste time trying to tell me how
Just show me and get your own bad reputation

Yeah if you don't like my face and style
Don't waste time tryin' to tell me how
Just show me
And get your own bad reputation
A bad reputation
You'll get a bad reputation
Bad, bad reputation
Such a shame
You've got a bad reputation A bad reputation
It's a bad bad bad bad reputation
A bad reputation


Guilty
Alice Cooper

Just tried to have fun
raised hell and then some
I'm a dirt-talkin', beer drinkin', woman chasin' minister's son
Slap on the make-up
and blast out the music
Wake up the neighbors with a roar like a teenage heavy metal elephant gun
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
I like driving too fast
Love going too far
It seems the law's on my ass every time I stick it out of the door
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
Bad boy on a summer night
When the heat makes me mean and I wanna fight
With my pedal to the metal
And I do what I want to do
Bad girls make me feel all right
When it's hot and they start screaming in the night
Golly gee, it's wrong to be so guilty
I'm guilty
Guilty
I'm guilty
My conscience is on vacation in acute degeneration
Willpower has sunk to all-time low
If you call that guilty well I guess I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
Well I'm guilty
Yeah I'm guilty
I don't care
I'm guilty
I think I've been framed anyway
They said I'm guilty
I'm guilty
They're guilty and everyone is guilty

Wow! Try was quick in that cadillac. Ah, a ranch is supposed to be where good guys go, buddy. How about a little "Keep on truckin'"

- Eddie Kendricks- Keep On Truckin Lyrics

Ooh.
Ooh.
Ooh.

Keep on truckin', baby
I got to keep on truckin'
Got to get to your good lovin'
Huh.huh.huh.huh.huh.

Shame
A double shame on me, yeah
Love
Love, I let it control me, yeah

From just one kiss I am inspired
To lovers in time there's a fire

And I'll keep on truckin', baby
I got to keep on truckin'
I got to get to your good lovin'
Huh.huh.huh.huh.

Baby, its bad
It's so hard to bear
Yes, babe
You're hard to bear

I've got a fever rising with desire
It's my love jones and I feel like I'm on fire

And I'll keep on keep on truckin', baby
I got to keep on truckin'
Got to get to your good lovin'
Huh.huh.huh.huh.

Feelin' good
No, you can't stop the feelin'
No, you can't stop the feelin'
No, not now

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Keep on truckin' on
Keep on truckin' on
Keep on truckin'

Keep on truckin' on
Keep on truckin'

Yes, I've got a fever rising with desire
It's my love jones and I feel like I'm on fire

And I'll keep on keep on truckin', baby

I'm the red ball express of lovin'
Diesel-powered straight to you, I'm truckin'
In old Temptation's rain, I'm duckin'
For your love through sleet and snow, I'm truckin', ooh

I'm the red ball express of lovin'
Diesel-powered straight to you, I'm truckin'
In old Temptation's rain, I'm duckin'
For your love through sleet and snow, I'm truckin'

Ain't nothin' holdin' me back nothin'
I'll keep right on, right on truckinc

dj, you are a most amazing person, Canada. You got a bad reputation and that means you're definitely guilty.

Well, folks, we can't let dj get away with that, can we?

How about a lovely ballad from Lady Day.


Is it a sin, is it a crime
Loving you dear like I do
If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty
Guilty of loving you
Maybe I'm wrong dreaming of you
Dreaming the lonely night thru
If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty
Guilty of dreaming of you

What can I do?
What can I say?

After I've taken the blame
You say, ";You're through
You'll go your way";
But I'll always feel just the same
Maybe, I'm right, maybe I'm wrong
Loving you dear like I do
If it's a crime, then, I'm guilty
Guilty of loving you

Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh
Rollin' down that Eastern Seaboard
I've got my diesel wound up
And she's running like never before
There's a speed zone ahead, all right
I don't see a cop in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

I got me ten forward gears
And a Georgia overdrive
I'm taking little white pills
And my eyes are open wide
I just passed a 'Jimmy' and a 'White'
I've been passin' everything in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well, it seems like a month
Since I kissed my baby good-bye
I could have a lot of women
But I'm not like some other guys
I could find one to hold me tight
But I could never make believe it's all right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

I.C.C. is checking on down the line
Well, I'm a little overweight and my log book is way behind
But nothing bothers me tonight
I can dodge all the scales all right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well my rig's a little old
But that don't mean she's slow
There's a flame from her stack
And that smoke's blowin' black as coal
My hometown's coming in sight
If you think I'm happy you're right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Breaker One-Nine... This here's The Duck again...
You got a copy on me Pigpen? Come on...
Aww negatory Pigpen...
There ain't no way out 'cept fer that one Atlantic Ocean
Now listen... Drop them hogs off in Omaha
An' git over here in a short
Cause it definitely looks like we got us a problem

Bears to the left, bears to the right
We didn't have no place to go
They had us backed up clean to the shore
An' them cabover Pete's don't float
I sez "Pigpen, I got me a good idea
Them friends a Jesus gonna save us"
So praise the Lord 'n mister Ford
An' follow that Microbus...10-4!

Yo Ho Ho an' a thousand trucks
Gonna take a bath with The Rubber Duck
Yo Ho Ho an' a lots a luck
Round the world with The Rubber Ducky

Yeah, we drove on the water like diesel whales
Sank about a hunderd an' ten of 'em
I sez "Pigpen, they just didn't have no faith
They definitely gone 10-7"
By the time we got into that Picadilly town
'bout half of 'em 'as lost at sea
I sez "Break One-Nine fer a 10-33"
What we got was the cotton-pickin' BBC

I say Faversham, it looks like the Americans have got themselves another bloody convoy

Yo Ho Ho an' a thousand trucks
Gonna take a bath with The Rubber Duck
Yo Ho Ho an' a lots a luck
Round the world with The Rubber Ducky

Good heavens... Look at them all...
Half of them are sinking in the Thames
Hello... Some of our truck chaps are ass-sisting them...
Good show actually...
Oh well... 10-4, and all that rubbish...

Well we crossed that channel like snakes on glass
An' stormed the beach about dawn
I sez "Grab yer shifters, an' punch Thirteen
We all goin' truckin' on the Auto-Bahn"
Now Pigpen, this here's the ultimate slab
Cause there goes a Mercedes truck
He sez "Break One-Three fer the Strudle Machine
Ya just blew the doors off'n The Duck, How 'bout it...

Ahh, Zehn-Vire Rubbber Duck
Vee are receiving you vall to vall
But ze schpeed limit on ze Autobahn is Treble Nickels
You travel too schlow, but vee gonna see you around
Vee gone... Weidersehen...

Well we stopped fer a coffee in West Berlin
An' the piggies had a hunderd mile pee
I sez "Pigpen, from here on it's wall to wall bears"
He sez "Bash the wall, we gonna see"
Well them Big Red bears must a been in the bush
Cause we didn't see a one all day
So we raked up the leaves, 'n we shook out the trees
'Till they finally had somethin' to say... You got it...

Commrade Duck !
You have been given until daybreak in Murmansk
To get your cotton-picking trucks out of the U-S-S-of-R
YOU VILL COPY!!!

Well we shot them rigs through Salt Mine City
With the hammer an' the sickle on down
Then we hooked a fan, through the Sea a Japan
An' tooled into Transistor Town
I sez "Pigpen, this here must be the place
Cause everybody's eatin' with sticks"
He sez "10-4, this here's CB land
Cause my channel knob just went crick"

Ahh so Lubber Duck
You have a nice day today, better day tomallow
We catch you on frip-frop
This one Kamikazee Ozzy
We gone, Sianara

Yo Ho Ho an' a thousand tlucks
Gonna take a bath with The Lubber Duck
Yo Ho Ho an' a rots a ruck
Lound the world with The Lubber Ducky

Uh, 10-4 Pigpen, what's yer Twenty?
Australia ?!
Mercy sakes, ain't nothin' down there but Tasmanian Devils
An' them Q-Alla bears
What's that?... No Double-Nickel limt?
We gonna be there in a short Pigpen
This here's The Rubber Duck, Ten-Ten, an' doin' it to it
Like Pruitt used to do it...to it...
We gone... Bye Bye...

(HARP & JAWBONE INTRO)
chicken train
runnin' all day
chicken train
runnin' all day
chicken train
runnin' all day
I can't get on
I can't get off
chicken train take your chickens away
(HARP & JAWBONE BREAK)

laser beam
in my dream
laser beam
in my dream
laser beam
in my dream
I can't get on
I can't get off
laser beam's like a sawed off dream
(HARP & JAWBONE BREAK)
(while you do chicken sounds)
chicken train
runnin' all day
chicken train
runnin' all day
chicken train
runnin' all day
I can't get on
I can't get off
chicken train take your chickens away
braaa... braaaaaccck... braaaaaaaa....

Just a big smile right now. I think dys and dj are drag racin'. Love it.

Hey, folks, how about a word from the governor's palace:


Hurriganes
» Tallahassee Lassie

Well she come from Tallahassee
She's got a high flyin' chassis
Maybe looks a little sassy
But to me she?s real classy
Yeah my Tallahassee Lassie
Down in F.L.A
Well she?s rockin? to the rag
Such a rockin? mob
Stompin? to the shake
Rocks the bony hop
Well she dances to the bop
She dances to the stroll
She dances to the wop, whoah
She can rock?n?roll
She?s my Tallahassee Lassie
She?s my Tallahassee Lassie
She?s my Tallahassee Lassie
Down in F.L.A
Guitar solo
Vers 2
Vers 3
Guitar solo
Come on baby , come on sugar
Come on honey , come on rolling
Yeah my Tallahassee Lassie
Down in F.L.A

Sorry, too lazy to get rid of those marks in question.

My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"

Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod Race
When Fords and Lincolns was settin' the pace
That story is true, I'm here to say
I was drivin' that Model A

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
That Model A body makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders, uses them all
It's got overdrive, just won't stall

With a 4-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
With 4.11 gears you can really get lost
It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, tires fair

Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright
We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still

All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me"
By then the tail light was all you could see

Now the fellas was ribbin' me for bein' behind
So I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive

Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten
My speedometer said that I hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
That's all there is and there ain't no more

Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, "Slow down! I see spots!
The lines on the road just look like dots"

Took a corner, sideswiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost

Smoke was comin' from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas

We had flames comin' from out of the side
Feel the tension, man, what a ride!
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by

Now all of a sudden she started to knockin'
And down in the dips she started to rockin'
I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln

They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail
And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln!"

a different tale from the road

Big Joe and Phantom 309
Tom Waits

well you see I happened to be back on the east coast
a few years back tryin' to make me a buck
like everybody else, well you know
times get hard and well I got down on my luck
and I got tired of just roamin' and bummin'
around, so I started thumbin' my way
back to my old hometown
you know I made quite a few miles
in the first couple of days, and I
figured I'd be home in a week if my
luck held out this way
but you know it was the third night
I got stranded, it was out at a cold lonely
crossroads, and as the rain came
pouring down, I was hungry, tired
freezin', caught myself a chill, but
it was just about that time that
the lights of an old semi topped the hill
you should of seen me smile when I
heard them air brakes come on, and
I climbed up in that cab where I
knew it'd be warm at the wheel
well at the wheel sat a big man
I'd have to say he must of weighed 210
the way he stuck out a big hand and
said with a grin "Big Joe's the name
and this here rig's called Phantom 309"
well I asked him why he called his
rig such a name, but he just turned to me
and said "Why son don't you know this here
rig'll be puttin' 'em all to shame, why
there ain't a driver on this
or any other line for that matter
that's seen nothin' but the taillights of Big Joe
and Phantom 309"
So we rode and talked the better part of the night
and I told my stories and Joe told his and
I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along
he pushed her ahead with 10 forward gears
man that dashboard was lit like the old
Madam La Rue pinball, a serious semi truck
until almost mysteriously, well it was the
lights of a truck stop that rolled into sight
Joe turned to me and said "I'm sorry son
but I'm afraid this is just as far as you go
You see I kinda gotta be makin' a turn
just up the road a piece," but I'll be
damned if he didn't throw me a dime as he
threw her in low and said "Go on in there
son, and get yourself a hot cup of coffee
on Big Joe"
and when Joe and his rig pulled off into
the night, man in nothing flat they was
clean outa sight
so I walked into the old stop and
ordered me up a cup of mud sayin'
"Big Joe's settin' this dude up" but
it got so deathly quiet in that
place, you could of heard a pin drop
as the waiter's face turned kinda
pale, I said "What's the matter did
I say somethin' wrong?" I kinda
said with 8a half way grin. He said
"No son, you see It'll happen every
now and then. You see every driver in
here knows Big Joe, but let me
tell you what happened just 10 years
ago, yea it was 10 years ago
out there at that cold lonely crossroads
where you flagged Joe down, and
there was a whole bus load of kids
and they were just comin' from school
and they were right in the middle when
Joe topped the hill, and could
have been slaughtered except
Joe turned his wheels, and
he jacknifed, and went
into a skid, and folks around here
say he gave his life to save that bunch
of kids, and out there at that cold
lonely crossroads, well they say it
was the end of the line for
Big Joe and Phantom 309, but it's
funny you know, cause every now and then
yea every now and then, when the
moon's holdin' water, they say old Joe
will stop and give you a ride, and
just like you, some hitchhiker will be
comin' by"
"So here son," he said to me, "get
yourself another cup of coffee, it's on the
house, you see I want you to hang on
to that dime, yea you hang on to that
dime as a kind of souvenir, a
souvenir of Big Joe and Phantom 309"

Medley: Jack & Neal/California, Here I Come
Tom Waits

jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
neal hunched at the wheel puttin everyone in stitches
braggin bout this nurse he screwed while drivin through nebraska
and when she came she honked the horn and neal just barely missed a
truck and then he asked her if she'd like to come like that to californy
see a red head in a uniform will always get you horny
with her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat
she drove like andy granatelli and knew how to fix a flat
and jack was almost at the bottom of his md 2020 neal was yellin
out the window tryin to buy some bennies from a lincoln
full of mexicans whose left rear tire blowed and the sonsobitches
prit near almost ran off the road

well the nurse had spilled the manoshevitz all up and down her dress
then she lit the map on fire neal just had to guess
should we try and find a bootleg route or a fillin station open
the nurse was dumpin out her purse lookin for an envelope and
jack was out of cigarettes we crossed the yellow line
the gas pumps looked like tombstones from here
felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car pulls away
and the moonlight dressed the double breasted foothills
in the mirror weaving outa negligee and a black brassiere
the mercury was runnin hot and almost out of gas
just then florence nightingale dropped her drawers and
stuck her fat ass half way out of the window with a
wilson pickett tune
and shouted get a load of this and gave the finger to the moon

countin one eyed jacks and whistling dixie in the car
neal was doin least a hundred when we saw a fallin star
florence wished that neal would hold her stead of chewin
his cigar jack was noddin out and dreamin he was in a bar
with charlie parker on the bandstand not a worry in the world
and a glass of beer in one hand and his arm around a girl
and neal was singin to the nurse
underneath a harlem moon
and somehow you could just tell we'd be in california soon

(ends with music and some lyrics from California, Here I Come)

Ol' 55
Tom Waits

Well my time went so quickly,
I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55
As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy,
God knows, I was feeling alive.

Now the sun's coming up,
I'm riding with Lady Luck,
freeway cars and trucks,
Stars beginning to fade,
and I lead the parade

Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer,
Oh, Lord, let me tell you
that the feeling's getting stronger.

And it's six in the morning,
gave me no warning; I had to be on my way.
Well there's trucks all a-passing me,
and the lights are all flashing,
I'm on my way home from your place.

And now the sun's coming up,
I'm riding with Lady Luck,
freeway cars and trucks,
Stars beginning to fade,
and I lead the parade

Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer,
Oh, Lord, let me tell you
that the feeling's getting stronger.

And my time went so quickly,
I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55
As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy,
God knows, I was feeling alive.

Now the sun's coming up,
I'm riding with Lady Luck,
Freeway cars and trucks,
freeway cars and trucks,
freeway cars and trucks...

and now for a little Brain Salad Surgery

Benny was the bouncer at the palais de dance
He'd slash your granny's face up given half a chance.
He'd sell you back the pieces, all for less than half a quid

He thought he was the meanest-
Until he met with savage sid.

Now sidney was a greaser with some nasty roots
He poured a pint of guinness over benny's boots
Benny looked at sidney:
Sidney stared right back in his eye.

Sidney chose a switchblade
And benny got a cold meat pie.
Oh! what a terrible sight,
Much to the people's delight.
One hell of a fight.

Sidney grabbed a hatchet, buried it .... in benny's head.
The people gasped as he bled:
The end of a ted?

Well, they dragged him from the wreckage of the palais in bits.
They tried to stick together all the bits that would fit.
But some of him was missing
And "part of him" arrived too late,


So now he works for jesus
As the bouncer at st. peter's gate.