So there was this woman and she was on an airplane, and she was flying to meet her fiance seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth. She was seated next to this man she had tried to start conversations, but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. She was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn't even pronounce the name of. And she was feeling very bored and despondent. And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out, and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet, and the pilots on the microphone and he's saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my god... I'm sorry" and apologizing. And she looks at the man and says "Where are we going?" and he looks at her and he says "We're going to a party. It's a birthday party. It's your birthday party. Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much." And then he starts humming this little tune, it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 We must talk in every telephone Get eaten off the web We must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read And in the face of every criminal Strapped firmly to a chair We must stare, we must stare, we must stare We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream We must sing, we must sing, we must sing It'll go like this: While my mother waters plants My father loads his guns He says death will give us back to God Just like this setting sun is returned to this lonesome ocean And then they splashed into the deep blue sea It was a wonderful splash We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul And in this endless race for property and privilege to be won We must run, we must run, we must run We must hang up in the belfry Where the bats and moonlight laugh We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past And in the caverns of tomorrow With just our flashlights and our love We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge And then we'll get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything And then we'll see it, oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it Oh my morning's coming back The whole world's waking up All the city buses swimming past I'm happy just because I found out I am really no one

July please, I'm on my knees, The smell of your fresh cut grass, Your blue sky grins For all its sins Look another gorgeous levi ass July people come and go It looks like another perfect day Just to see your Striptease show July please try your best to stay And a mongrel begins to bark At a wino in the park and his owner doesn't care 'cause he really isn't there… CHORUS Oh! ma ma ma,oh! ma ma ma,oh! ma ma ma My july(x2) July,fizz bombs in my mouth, Babarama everywhere, I can't lie on my pocket trout So I sit back in the easy chair And a woman of middle age Licks and thumbs annother page Then she brushes off the dirt From her greyhound skirt(and all the boys go) CHORUS And a baby sucks its thumb To the sound of a steel drum And fountain water gush Through the thick bull rush(everybody)

I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died Just a country boy that combed his hair And put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air And he shook it like a chorus girl And he shook it like a Harlem queen He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby Like you never seen I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died How he took it all out of black and white Grabbed his wand in the other hand and he held on tight And he shook it like a hurricane He shook it like to make it break And he shook it like a holy roller, baby With his soul at stake I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died He was all alone in a long decline Thinking how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died When he shook it and he rang like silver He shook it and he shine like gold He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby Well bless my soul He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby Well bless my soul, what's wrong with me? I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died Just a country boy that combed his hair Put on a shirt his mother made and he went on the air And he shook it like a chorus girl He shook it like a Harlem queen He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby Like he never seen

Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run, the highway is my home I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days While mama used to pray my crops would fail Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways Outrun the law or spend my life in jail I'd like to settle down but they won't let me A fugitive must be a rolling stone Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run, the highway is my home I'm lonely but I can't afford the luxury Of having one I love to come along She'd only slow me down and they'd catch up with me For he who travels fastest goes alone I'd like to settle down but they won't let me A fugitive must be a rolling stone Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run, the highway is my home I'm on the run, the highway is my home

Oh, says Red Molly to James, "That's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like" Says James to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952" And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme And he pulled her on behind And down to Box Hill, they did ride Oh, says James to Red Molly, "Here's a ring for your right hand But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine Now I'm twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you And if fate should break my stride Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride" "Come down, come down, Red Molly, " called Sergeant McRae "For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside" When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left He was running out of road, he was running out of breath But he smiled to see her cry And said I'll give you my Vincent to ride Says James, "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves's won't do Ahh, they don't have a soul like a Vincent 52" Oh, he reached for her hand then he slipped her the keys He said, "I've got no further use for these I see angels on Ariels, in leather and chrome Swooping down from heaven to carry me home" And he gave her one last kiss and died And he gave her his Vincent to ride

Last night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter That looks like Elvis I soaked the label off a Flintstone Jelly Bean jar I cleared us off a place on that One little table that you left us And pulled me up a big ole piece of floor I pulled the head off Elvis Filled Fred up to his pelvis Yabba Dabba Doo, the King is gone And so are you 'Round about ten we all got to talking 'Bout Graceland, Bedrock and such The conversation finally turned to women But they said they didn't get around too much Elvis said, "Find 'em young" And Fred said "Old Fashioned girls are fun" Yabba Dabba Doo, the King is gone And so are you Later on it finally hit me That you wouldn't be 'a comin' home no more 'Cause this time I know you won't forgive me Like all of them other times before Then I broke Elvis's nose Pouring the last drop from his toes Yabba Dabba Doo, the King is gone And so are you Yabba Dabba Doo, the King is gone And so are you Last night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter That looks like Elvis I soaked the label off a Flintstone Jelly Bean jar....

Nobody will call Not as long as I keep my phone off the line Not as long as I keep my voice down inside of my mouth But it's getting harder to hide And the brightness of the colors makes it hard to describe And the voices that seem to come from all sides Make it hard to decide Black, blue, her, you I know a woman who said 'Oh if I could just turn back the clock When I was still scared and my hair was still dark And my hands were clean But now all my choices are spent And the men that I've known, they don't know what I meant And Cupid's arrow is backwards and bent When it's flying for me' Black, blue, her, you White, green, him, me Nobody will say Oh what a fine upstanding man With his ducks in a row, and his fifty-year-plan Complete with an ending But it's getting harder to see And the time between daylight seems longer to me And the person I am, and the person I'll be Refuse to meet Black, blue, her, you White, green, him, me

It's okay to have scars They will make you who you are It's okay to have fear Because that means you aren't scared of coming here And in the middle of the night just call if you wanna talk Cause you know that I'll wanna talk too It's not bad of you to think of what might go wrong But you can't blame me for secretly hoping that I will prove you wrong It's okay that I pray that you will miss your flight And have to stay with me another night It's brutal it's brutal Why cant you see It's brutal it's brutal Where have you been Because we are far apart And my lonely heart Finds it hard to get through the night You pulled me out of the dark and now it's light You pulled me out of the dark and now it's light When we are out in the market And out on the streets I've got a pocket full of problems And a pocket full of seeds Hoping something good might grow out of this mistletoe And I won't have to erase your memory I like the way that our arguments stop when we fall asleep And the way that body feels when it's wrapped around me And I'd like it if you made it to mine my Christmas Eve So you can hold me And we'll watch Christmas TV It is brutal it's brutal Why cant you see It's brutal it's brutal Where have you been Because we are far apart And my lonely heart Finds it hard to get through the night You pulled me out of the dark and now it's light You pulled me out of the dark and now it's light So come on home Just come on home (repeat till end)

Day after day, alone on the hill The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him They can see that he's just a fool And he never gives an answer But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning around Well on the way, head in a cloud The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud But nobody ever hears him Or the sound he appears to make And he never seems to notice But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning around And nobody seems to like him They can tell what he wants to do And he never shows his feelings But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning around He never listens to them He knows that they're the fools They don't like him The fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning around

Some folks say that I've got the perfect life. Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife. I fly. I sail. I throw caution to the wind. Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean. But every now and then The dragons come to call. Just when you least expect it you'll be dodging cannon balls. I've seen to much not to stay in touch with a world full of love and luck. I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition. I never forget to duck. Come back Come back Back to Jamaica Don't you know we made a big mistaica We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky It was a beautiful day The kind you want to toast We were treetop flyin' Movin' west along the coast Then we landed in the water Just about my favorite thrill When some asshole started firin' When we taxied to Negril Just about to lose my temper As I endeavored to explain We had only come for chicken We were not a ganja plane Well you should have seen there faces When they finally realized We were not some coked up cowboys Sportin' guns and alibis Come back Come back Back to Jamaica Don't you know we made a big mistaica We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky They shot from the lighthouse They shot from the highway They shot from the top of the cliff They'd all gone haywire We're catchin' fire And there wasn't even a spliff Well the word got out All over the island Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin' Some thought me crazy for bein' way to nice But it's just another shitty day in paradise Come back Come back Back to Jamaica Don't you know we made a big mistaica We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky Come back Come back Back to Jamaica Don't you know we made a big mistaica We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye And we promise not to shoot you, promise not to shoot you, Promise not to shoot you out of the sky

Oh loretta she's my barroom girl Wears them sevens on her sleeve Dances like a diamond shines Tell me lies I love to believe Her age is always 22 Her laughing eyes a hazel hue Spends my money like water falls Loves me like I want her to Oh, loretta, won't you say to me Darling, put your guitar on Have a little shot of booze Play a blue a and wailing song My guitar rings a melody My guitar sings, loretta's fine Long and lazy, blonde and free And I can have her any time Sweetest at the break of day Preattiest in the setting sun She don't cry when I can't stay 'least not till she's all alone Loretta, I won't be gone long Keep your dancing slippers on Keep me on your mind a while I'll be back, babe, to make you smile

When it hits me what she's gone I think I'll run for president Get my face put on the million dollar bill So when these rich men that she wants Show her ways they can take care of her I'll have found a way to be there with her still When it hits me that she's gone I think I'll be an astronaut Make the moon my home And leave the earth behind So when she steps out into the night And finds the light that makes her prettiest She'll be facing me every time she shines When it hits me that she's left me alone When I finally move on with my life Her goodbye written into stone And her shadow grown into a night When it hits me that she's gone I think I'll be a movie star Play the finest men the world has ever seen So when these lovers that she's found Show her ways they learned to talk to her Behind each perfect word there'll be a little bit of me

My time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 Pulled away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive. 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, that the feeling's getting stronger. Now six in the morning, gave me no warning; I had to be on my way. Lights passing and trucks a 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.

Shared a cigarette for breakfast Shared an airplane ride for lunch Sitting in between a ghost And a walking bowl of punch Can you play a little hunch? Predicting a delay on landing Well, I predict we'll have a drink Lost my money on the first hand Got burned on a big fat king And your ears are gonna ring And your eyes just wanna close Nothing changes I suppose It's too late to turn back, here we go Portland, oh, no It's too late to turn back, here we go Portland We'll wait away the raindrops Look out boy, you'll catch cold Serving boy can chain nothing That ain't anchored to his throne But at least he's going home Sitting like a backwoods junkie Caught down in a servant trust Look at the funny monkey Putting silver in his cup And your silver turns to rust And your secondhand clothes Trust no one I suppose It's too late to turn back, here we go Portland, oh, no It's too late to turn back, here we go Portland Shared a cigarette for breakfast Shared a pack of lies for lunch Credit card, almighty Bringing in the next little bunch And you owe me on a hunch And your eyes just wanna close 'Coz nothing changin' I suppose It's too late to turn back, here we go Portland, oh, no It's too late to turn back, here we go Portland, oh, no It's too late to turn back, it's too late I know Portland, Portland, Portland, Portland

Well, I woke up this mornin' it was drizzlin' rain Around the curve come a passanger train Heard somebody yodel and a hobo moan Jimmy he's dead, he's been a long time gone. Been a long time gone, a long time gone. If you wanna get to heaven, gotta D-I-E you gotta put on your coat and T-I-E Wanna get the rabbit out of the L-O-G You gotta make a cold motion like D-O-G Like D-O-G, like D-O-G, yeah. Well, I got a good woman, what's the matter with me? What makes me wanna love every woman I see? I was tri'fling when I met her now I'm tri'fling again And every woman she sees looks like the place I came in. Looks like the place I came in place I came in. I got my name painted on my shirt I ain't no ordinary dude I don't have to work I don't have to work...

I wish I was still drinking whiskey, wine and beer The sound of glasses clinking, so sweet to my ear I wouldn't have to listen to the time that's running out I'd use it much more wisely, I'd drink and fall about I wish I was still drinking, then I'd have no fear Tell you how to fix the world, then have another beer I wouldn't have to feel the pain that's in a mother's eyes I'd drink till I believe the sound of my own drunken lies I wish I was still drinking when nothing is too clear Like the TV evangelist fueling people's fear Taking all their hard earned cash in the name of the holy one Their days are surely numbered, their day will surely come I wish I was still drinking, I was a lot more fun Life of the endless party, friends with anyone I wouldn't have to answer for the promises I broke Like the president today, or when he drank and snorted coke I wish I was still drinking, than I wouldn't have to hear The sound of rapid gunfire exploding in my ear I'd drink through the nightmare of friends cryin' out for help I would drink through everything I've seen or heard or felt I wish I was still drinking, no I really, really do I'd gather all my fair weather friends like him and her and you I'd count all the missing teeth, I can no longer chew I'd even drive my ol' white car, cause she likes drinking too Yeah, I wish i was still drinking whiskey, wine and beer The sound of glasses clinking, so sweet to my ear I wouldn't have to listen to the time thats running out I'd use it much more wisely, I'd drink and fall about

Times, they ain't like nothing they used to be From rocky mount' to northeast tennessee Where the river flows with a dusty, cold disease And the babies whine cause they can't find nothing to eat But, mama, she ain't hungry no more She's waiting for a knock on the trailer door It's gonna rock you like a hurricane It's gonna rock you 'til you lose sleep It's gonna rock you 'til you're out of a job It's gonna rock you 'til you're out on the street It's gonna rock you 'til you're down on your knees It's gonna have you begging pretty please It's gonna rock you like a hurricane Methamphetamine Don't need no phd for a hundred dollar card Just find a crooked cop and that doctor disregard Cause when it's either the mine or the kentucky national guard Um, I'd rather sell him a line than to be dying in the coal yard Now, papa, he ain't hungry no more He's waiting for a knock on the trailer door It's gonna rock you like a hurricane It's gonna rock you 'til you lose sleep It's gonna rock you 'til you're out of a job It's gonna rock you 'til you're out on the street It's gonna rock you 'til you're down on your knees It's gonna have you begging pretty please It's gonna rock you like a hurricane Methamphetamine Well, it's a war out there, and it's fought by poor white men From ... to the falls of the cumberland You better watch your back, 'cause you just can't trust a friend And the method man is going to get you in the end So listen to the whispering wind It sounds like a big storm rolling in It's gonna rock you like a hurricane It's gonna rock you 'til you lose sleep It's gonna rock you 'til you're out of a job It's gonna rock you 'til you're out on the street It's gonna rock you 'til you're down on your knees It's gonna have you begging pretty please It's gonna rock you like a hurricane Methamphetamine

I'm singing this song, it's time it was sung I've been putting it off for a while, But it's harder by now, 'cause the truth is so clear That I cry when I'm seeing you smile. So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone. Every time that I tried to tell that we'd lost the magic we had at the start, I would weep my heart when I looked in your eyes And I searched once again for the spark. So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone. I can see by your eyes, it's time now to go So I'll leave you to cry in the rain, Though I held in my hand, the key to all joy Honey my heart was not born to be tamed. So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone. So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone. Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone, can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone.