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Surfin’ New Jersey
04:42
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Not a poet not even close
Surfin New Jersey
The one I know isn't here
They look at me funny
He-he-he
Mmmmm
Get in with our suits zipped up
Bobbin a while
I try but I don't catch much
Driving home on the turnpike
Shirtless in a silver sedan
Air rollin in
Angry rock & roll slips out
Into the Pine Barrens
Falling asleep in the sun
Bow to the green
Burnin thru the black of our shades
Makin toast of our dreams
Bearing the image of Christ
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2. |
Strange Weather
03:28
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Strange weather in Tokyo
If I saw the light, would I know?
She tiptoes to me in her sleeping clothes
A million different people go to work
Strange letters you left to me
Burnin in my drawer on the Bowery
Letters I cannot bear to read
Far away from me as I can be
Sha la la
Oh my word
How am I still unsure
I don't wanna think about you anymore
Two bluebirds in Martha bar
Two shoes on my feet
Oh to be a stranger on the street
Gray, clever, dirty sheets
West Virginia trees in my teeth
One more cigarette in my tea leaves
You predict the future for a fee
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3. |
Float Away
03:02
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Down Delaware River
I went with her
We pulled over by the silvery blue
Leather seat Chevy
Sticky and sweaty
We went swimmin in our birthday suits
A sleepy mamasita
Thermos of margaritas
We’re never gonna make it back to New York now
Freckles on your shoulder
Get me growin older
I gotta be holdin on to you somehow
Before you
Float away
Float away
Gone to stay
And never return
I keep an old photo
When I ride solo
Hidden away on the driver's side
Torn and out of focus
I don't notice
Til I was cleanin out the van last night
Tucked away sweetly
In an old CD
Between the pages of the liner notes
How could I forget you
Like I never met you
Mama I never shoulda let you go
Let you
Maybe I'll see her
In an old theater
When I'm rollin like a rolling stone
Pickin out a new tune
Lookin round a big room
In Baton Rouge or San Anton
On a Saturday night
Underneath the spotlight
We’ll communicate a secret song
That I could never do right
Never knew the good life
Always packed up
Soon to be gone
And I just
In Baton Rouge or San Anton
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Draw me a picture
Give me a real big head
I won't say much
I think I might stay in bed
When everyone goes to church I'll finally rest in peace
Lay real still under my covers
They'll think I am deceased
You got a big grin
You say “what's not to like?”
At the birthday party
Talkin ears off left and right
Girl you got a buttercream film
Smeared over your overalls
Old folks eatin outta your hand
Upstairs in fellowship hall
Mama don't raise no fools here
We got to rely on each other my dear
When I'm short on sound advice
I'm counting on my sister in Jesus Christ
I got a girlfriend
She got a snakeskin purse
And a walk-in closet
Chock fulla My Chemical Romance shirts
Told me about BDSM
Now I think I might burn in hell
We're staying up all night
Writing dirty emails on AOL
You like the meathead
He's on the baseball team
Beat up the new kid
Recharge on a cool blue Gatorade IV
Told him about ozone hole
He's cryin himself to sleep
Get him on New York Times
That he may read and weep
We had good times
We got more to come
We'll get real old
Melt down in the Florida sun
Live on Caribbean cruise
Lined up at that omelet bar I'll get cheddar and spinach
You get caviar
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5. |
Summer Windows
03:21
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I wish that I could tell you
What I'm thinkin about
Oh I wish that I could walk into your house
No one else around ‘cept for you and me
Those summer windows open
Breathing deep
I wish that I could tell you
That I could use a hand
Oh I wish that I could write it like Townes Van Zandt
Maybe you could be the bandit
I'll remain the fool
You can lead me up the mountain
I'll be real good mule
Well I'm slow in revealing
When I'm feelin far away
When I'm swimmin in a memory
Lie all night awake
Just there diggin for the feeling
Put another down
Oh I'm payin in the morning
Head nailed to the ground
If I'm remembering correctly
It was a long brown pew
Through the window of the diner
You were playing with your food
And the TV talked to no one
The 10 o’clock news
They were panning over pictures
Of little boy's shoes
And my heart was sinking down down
To my dirty brown boots
And I pressed my face against the glass
Peered around the room
At all the brokenhearted people
In a great white tomb
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Bobcat Club
04:09
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Long end of the bar two lovers Set in a yellow light
Long end of the bar two lovers Don't make a sound tonight
Why don't we go to the Bobcat Club
Why don't we go tonight
He got a Mexican beer
She reads the gambling sign
He got a Mexican beer
She got Australian wine
They watch the big wheel spinnin
There on the edge of town
They watch the big wheel spinnin
Nobody else around
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7. |
Tommy
03:19
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Here comes Tommy
Dressed to kill
He don't know what I'm worth
Won't talk to me
Just sets me free
Says I can't be here anymore
Says I can't be here anymore
What's the worst thing
God can do
To a fool such as me
I can't believe
In any creed
If I can't be here anymore
If I can't be here anymore
Hello sunshine
What's the news
Love in vain echoes on
A boxcar to be
No city street
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Engine
08:53
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When they stole that van
From in front of my house
There was a part of me tied to engine
Maybe I was the engine
Dragging those boys through the desert
Tumbleweeds in my hubcaps
Tambourine shoved in the driveshaft
Good chords locked in the glovebox
Pull it all downstairs
In the red light bar
On the carpeted Stage
The ceiling comes down to my ballcap
Outside the air weighs a hundred pounds
Bridesmaids pour out of the bar doors
Everything black but the concrete
You take the front seat
I'll try to drive
It's hard enough singing
When the hotel chokes on your memories
Maybe let's watch The Sopranos
Maybe let's order Chinese
The laundry machine isn't breathing
I write about Julie
In a little white chair
There's nothing for music
There's styrofoam crushed in the garbage
Someone says let's get a move on
Aw man I'm just gettin my groove on
There's sleeping bags over their shoulders
I thought you were crying
You said you through
For good, nothing funny
It always goes that way this time
San Francisco in the nighttime
Pacing outside of the grocery store
Saying I can't do this
We went in the woods
It was just me and you
The river was dry
You pulled me down under the water
Funny what makes you feel cared for
Funny how well I remember
What a relief to be grateful
The blood leaks right out of my body
Right out of my body
At the family reunion
Above ground pool
There were uncles all over
Nieces on edges of buildings
Peering down into the party
Barbecue breath on their pink tongues
Lemonade stains on their tank tops
We went away to a coat room
Lay still there under a window
Called out the names of your brothers
The truth is I live to roll over
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Henry
03:04
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Henry was a good boy from Georgia
His mama thought he could lose some weight
Now his mama's creative
She went to the music store
And brought home a stand up bass
He carried that bass everywhere that he'd go
Started to study the greats
Snuck home some Charles Mingus records one night
Blew his young mind clean away
He got a pork pie hat just like Mingus
Stole some of those little cigars
Carried that bass to school every day
Smoked cigars in the school yard
Started savin his lunch money
Set aside some every day
Said he was gonna buy an airline ticket
And fly off to Europe and play
He’d play for the cultured folks out there
The kind that wore scarves and berets
Some high-minded people who smoke little cigarettes
And drink little coffees all day
That's until his mother came home one afternoon
Found his money, found his cigars
Took all those Charles Mingus records outside
Ran em over
Just crushed em
She made him to eat boiled cod every night
No TV, certainly no books
Sent him away to a military school
Turned his bedroom into an office
Henry got to marchin
Pushin up, pullin up
Blowin on bugles all day
He never heard no Charles Mingus again
And Lord knows he lost more than weight
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Easter
03:06
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Big brass band
Playin at my funeral
Playin on my coronation day
Long trombone
Slidin out my pocket
Layin all my coins before my love
Son of God
Prayin o’er my shoulder
Makin potluck casserole for me
Horsehair brush
In her yellow ochre
On a canvas stretched to Galilee
Black sand beach
On a rising Sunday
On an Easter morning in my dream
Boardwalk blues
Blowin thru my arcade
In my ice cream stand
There’s french fries too
There’s french fries too
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