1. |
Dark Hollow
03:55
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i’d rather be in some
dark hollow
where the sun don’t
never shine
than to be all alone
knowin’ that you’ve gone
would cause me to
lose my mind
so blow your whistle
freight train
take me far on down
the track
i’m goin’ away
i’m leavin’ today
i’m going’ but I ain’t
comin’ back
i’d rather be in
colorado
where the sky goes
on forever
than to be walkin’ around
in this dirty old town
with nothin’ but my memories
to remember
so blow your whistle
freight train
take me far on down
the track
i’m goin’ away
i’m leavin’ today
i’m going’ but I ain’t
comin’ back
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2. |
Long Way Around
03:36
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i misplaced my love
and i went out to try to find it
somewhere in among
the lost and found
in a land where reality
is never what it seems to be
i had to go the long
way around
i almost thought i saw it
standing by the overpass
with a bundle up of blankets
and a tent
but by the time i got there
it had gone to other places
and nobody could tell me
where it went
i sent out a search party
good at what they did
scouring the
countryside for clues
but they came back empty handed
and what was i to do
i was left with
just an empty pair of shoes
so i put up posters
on all the public surfaces
in a radius of miles
around the town
i used that picture of you in ireland
so high above the ocean
in the days before
the world turned around
in the midnight i went walking
with my hands inside my pockets
with my head out in the wind
to keep it clear
till i met a perfect stranger
who asked what I was looking for
and told me I would
never find it here
i dug into a cul de sac
and took a cheap motel room
in a wayside out along the
wounded mile
when i went to wash my face
i looked into the mirror
said how ya doin’
i ain’t seen you in a while
my coat was full of empties
and my shoes were full of broken
and my dreams were all
wrung out to dry
so i took a chance to go back
to where it started
to find out if it still
was worth a try
and i stood above the ocean just
like the way that you did
on the day before the world
went too far
why do we always
have to get lost
before we can find out
where we are
finally i found that
my love was still inside me
that it had been there
all along
so now i’m trying to find you
to tell you the news
sorry that it took me
so long
so if you get this letter
if you ever hear my story
please don’t misinterpret
my intent
all that really matters is to
find what’s been lost
it doesn’t really matter
where it went
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3. |
Phone To Fiddle With
04:06
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tell you a story
‘bout a dread disease
people walkin’ around
like zombies
everybody’s losin’
their mind
starin’ at their cell phones
all the time
they all got a phone to fiddle with
i’m standin’ in line
in the coffee shop
manager says he’s gonna
call the cops
I say why and
he begins to grin
he says “you gotta have a phone
or you can’t come in”
and I ain’t got a phone to fiddle with
no i ain’t a got a phone
like a dog no bone
like a lonesome flyer
in a free fall zone
like a headless horse
in a hollywood myth
i ain’t got a phone
to fiddle with
there’s a burning bush
and a talking snake
and a hell fire
for chrissake
and a preacher with a way
to get out of it all
says all you gotta do is make
a phone call
but i ain’t got a phone to fiddle with
I met a pretty girl by
the taj mahal
said she was lookin’ for
a shopping mall
I said hold on
I got a map app
reached in my pocket
said “oh, crap”
‘cause i didn’t have a phone to fiddle with
I wnet to see
my MD
said he wanted to take
a look at me
thought I mighta had
the tofu flu
he says “i know what’s
wrong with you”
you just need a phone to fiddle with
lookin’ for love
online, you see
hopin’ somebody be
lookin’ for me
says must be handsome
must be grand
must play acoustic
guitar and
must have a phone to fiddle with
I had a nightmare
to tell you the truth
that I died to death
in a telephone booth
went up to heaven
on the head of a pin
knocked all day but
I couldn’t get in
‘cause i didn’t have a phone to fiddle with
no i ain’t a got a phone
like a dog no bone
like a lonesome flyer
in a free fall zone
like a headless horse
in a hollywood myth
i ain’t got a phone
to fiddle with
now i’m walkin’ around
in the shiny new
nothin’ made much sense
till i ran into you
sittin’ on a stone wall
takin’ a breather
you didn’t
have one either
no, you didn’t have a phone to fiddle with
now we’re together
most all the time
in analog and that’s
just fine
you don’t have yours and
I don’t have mine
we’re livin’ in
a land line
‘cause we ain’t got a phone to fiddle with
no you ain’t got a phone to fiddle with
and i ain’t got a phone to fiddle with
now what do we do
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4. |
Fundamental Frenzy
04:27
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there’s a crowd outside my window
I can hear them in the street
it’s the new evangelistics
in a missionary heat
saviors of the innocent
guardians of right
it’s the day before tomorrow
in the middle of the night
they got shine white faces
sing a faraway song
show you pictures of Jesus
as a blue eyed blond
riding like a savior
on a big white horse
with one hand bearing gifts
and the other hand to enforce
fundamental frenzy
fundamental rage
takin’ us back to the middle ages
there’s echos in the hallway
of the governmental draw
where morality is weaponized
and written into law
to fire your emotion
with danger and disgrace
to wrap it up in flags
and to wave it in your face
the local undertaker
and the chairman of the board
the doctor and the DJ
they all climb aboard
the country music special
and the heavy metal band
the military general
with the button in his hand
chorus
the devil is a foreigner
and he has to be destroyed
throughout this great wide world
where his demons are deployed
in anybody’s country
on anybody’s sea
when you’re exorcizing evil
you invent your own morality
in the language of the prophecies
they talk about a time
when they wage the final battle
for the kingdoms of divine
and in the valley of the showdown
the fires will rage
and god’s ferocious hand
will turn the final page
chorus
now their counting down the hours
in the grains of sand
as they reach for Armageddon
with their eager little hands
and there’s an idol on a nose cone
triggered to explode
and a disappearing future
at the end of the glory road
now I don’t mind your religion
or the cut of your clothes
but I gotta keep my eye out
to where your shadow goes
you want to meet your maker
that’s your choice to choose
you want to take me with you
I’m gonna have to refuse
chorus
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5. |
Pretty Simple
03:25
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we got enough wealth
to spread it around
so everybody swims
and nobody drowns
there’s too many people
livin’ out on the street
they need homes
they need food to eat
we need water
we need clean air
we need jobs
we need health care
and it’s not just me
and it’s not just you
it’s all of us (x2)
you take the stolen money
out from under their thumb
give it back to the people
that they stole it from
you cut the military budget
till it’s almost gone
you put the money in schools
and you can’t go wrong
we been doin’ it wrong
all along the line
so let’s do it right
this time
and it’s not just me
and it’s not just you
it’s all of us (x2)
(bridge)
we are greater than they
allow us to believe
we are genius
we are history to be
and they - they think their money holds the key
but we - we know the key is in the numbers of our solidarity
(Instrumental)
you can’t do it alone
don’t even try
you got to
organize
you’re dreamin’ a dream
and you’re makin’ it real
everybody’s got a shoulder
they can put to the wheel
and you can’t bet stopped
you’re bound to win
it’s a great big wheel comin’
round again
and it’s not just me
and it’s not just you
it’s all of us (x2)
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6. |
Delia
05:48
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delia was a gambler
gambled all around
delia was a gamblin’ girl
she laid her money down
she’s all i’ve got
is gone
delia’s poor mother
took a little trip out west
when she got home
little delia had gone to rest
delia’s mother weeped
delia’s father moaned
wouldn’t have been so hard
if our child had died at home
delia, oh delia
how can it be
you love those rounders
but you don’t love me
cooney looking high
cooney lookin’ low
shot poor delia down
with a 44
cooney says to the judge
“what’ll be my fine”
judge says, “poor boy
you get 99”
high up on a roof top
far as I can see
lookin’ at those rounders
lookin’ back at me
cooney’s in a jail cell
drinkin’ from an old tin cup
delia’s in the graveyard
she won’t ever wake up
delia, oh delia
how can it be
you love those rounders
but you don’t love me
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7. |
Gypsy
04:34
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Gypsy came from Texas, blown on the breeze
to Northern California and the redwood trees
and he saw the deep green rollin’ of the mighty coastal range
and something deep inside began to change
Gypsy heard the chainsaw, the helicopter squall
and he saw the angry clearcuts where the big trees had to fall
and he knew it was the marking of the dollar’s bad design
he said, “if there’s a worthy fight out there, well I guess this one is mine”
tensions they were risin’ in the lumber country towns
there were rumors of layoffs and millwork shuttin’ down
fear that led to anger, anger that led to rage
and the big timber bosses set the stage
the big timber bosses ran a billion dollar scam
with a slash and burn mentality and a company called Maxxam
if you could fly up like a bird and you could look down from the air
anywhere you saw a clearcut you’d know Maxxam was there
Gypsy found his family there on the north California shore
and he became a soldier in the timber wars
and he stood between the big trees and the chain saw blades
and he learned to find his courage and how not to be afraid
if you ask them they will tell you of the danger of those times
threats and intimidation, with violence close behind
and they will talk of law enforcement and how they use the pepper spray
and how justice isn’t blind, it just looks the other way
it was one September morning when the final straw was laid
some one had to break I guess, that’s how the game was played
he only meant to scare them, that’s what the logger later said
but he cut that tree and he aimed it, and Gypsy Chain was dead
such a dreadful silence no music can relate
some one radioed for help but by then it was too late
a martyr for the redwoods, he was only flesh and bone
some one would have to tell his family that he was never coming home
some said it was an accident, some said it was a crime
some said it was unavoidable, it was just a matter of time
some said it was up to the authorities now and the facts they would compile
there was bound to be an investigation, it would just take a little while
I’ve been thinkin’ about it and the way it seems to me
it’s really pretty simple if you want to make a tragedy
use the fear that leads to anger and the anger that leads to rage
and they’ll play it out for real on that puppet master stage
if you want a way to look at it, for me this is the one
that the big tree it was the bullet and the chain saw was the gun
and the logger was the trigger but you have to understand
that the finger that pulled the trigger, that was Maxxam
Gypsy came from Texas, blown on the breeze
to Northern California and the redwood trees
and he saw the deep green rollin’ of the mighty coastal range
and something deep inside began to change
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8. |
Angeline
04:27
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in this beautiful country
in which I’m living
there is a story that you’ll find
of a woman named
Kikisoblu
and how they called her Angeline
Angeline, Kikisoblu
she was the eldest
daughter of Chief Seattle
she watched the world disappear
she said “you can
build your town around me
I’m not going anywhere”
Angeline, Kikisoblu
it was the fine and expensive
wife of Doc Maynard
who defined her into something to be owned
when she said, “you’re much too beautiful
for such an ugly name
from now on you will be known
as Angeline, not Kikisoblu”
and they made her illegal
and all of her people
and the children threw rocks behind her back
but Kikisoblu
had some rocks of her own
and she threw them back
Angeline, Kikisoblu
landlord, landlord
look over your shoulder
careful who you’re talking to
maybe somebody
you stole something from
come to take it back from you
Angeline, Kikisoblu
so many thieves
for all that they have taken
they leave us with a world full of holes
but we have rocks
and we have heroes
and we will not do what we are told
Angeline, Kikisoblu
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9. |
Banker And The Boss
03:37
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Jesus came from the ghetto
with the rats and the crust of bread
went downtown with a big idea
came back with a price on his head
you’ve all heard the story
about the miracles and the king
but if you listen hard enough
you can hear the trap door swing
don’t let ‘em fool you
it was the banker and the boss
who took insurgent Jesus
and hung him on the cross
nobody cares about a ghetto kid
when he stays where the belong
but you go steppin’ out of line
somethin’s bound to go wrong
Jesus got smart one day
and he began to realize
you’ll never get anywhere in this world
unless you organize
so he went down town and started talkin’
and then he talked some more
he said it was the banker and the boss
keepin’ everybody poor
and people listened, yes they did
they liked what he had to say
how the poor would inherit the world
and the rich would have to pay
nobody cares about a ghetto kid
till the goe downtown
start agitatin’
then the word just gets around
they send out their soldiers
with their shiny silver blades
gonna take insurgent Jesus
gonna lay him in the shade
bring him in on charges
don’t matter if they stick
you can call it religion if you want to
but it was only politics
nobody cares about a ghetto kid
until the start to make some waves
then the law kicks in with a vengeance
you know, it’s always been that way
Jesus had a safe house
and he had his comrades too
but an infiltrator turned him in
just like they always do
and when they took him off in irons
you could hear his mother cry
they convicted him of high treason
and sentenced him to die
as they took him down
from that execution cross
they thought about what he said
about the banker and the boss
and they knew it was a long time
and a hard way to survive
and they knew that the big idea was the right idea
and they had to keep it alive
so when they told the story
they told it this way
that soldiers killed the bottle with the genie inside
but the genie got away
‘cause nobody cares about a ghetto kid
until it’s too late
then they gotta wash the blood off their hands
and get their story straight
but don’t let ‘em fool you
it was the banker and the boss
who took insurgent Jesus
and hung him on the cross
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10. |
Dark Matter
05:02
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i’m wakin’ in the mornin’
to a big surprise
that big ole sun
tryin’ to rise
but there’s something’ weird
goin’ on around town
every time it goes up
it just comes back down
so i roll up my sleeves
and jump right in
dark matter
coming on me again
let me guess
i can figure it out
you put a ship in a bottle
now you can’t get it out
the eye of a needle
and a 2x4
seems like nothin' really
fits together anymore
it’s a mess
and i don't know
what to do
dark matter
i’m depending on you
paul revere
did a midnight ride
meeting’ emma goldman
by the riverside
it was almost a great
and a glorious day
but they couldn’t remember
what they were supposed to say
so they took out their guitars
and they started to sing
dark matter
gettin’ into everything
stephen hawking
said to neil degrass
this theoretical stuff
is a pain in the ass
says neil
"what are you tryin to say?"
steve says, "i’ll get back to ya
later today"
it's just that everything
would make more sense
if dark matter would just
get off the fence
just because you can’t see it
does that mean it isn’t there
dark matter everywhere
i fell in love
with a friend of mine
she was walkin’
on a tight rope line
and i was crawlin’ on my
hands and knees
we ran into each other
said "excuse me please
do i know you?
was this meant to be?
or is this just dark matter
messin’ around with me?"
i took a leap
and i went so high
i blew a hole
right through the sky
and i swam like a fish
in ethereal brine
till i left the whole damn
solar system behind
you ask me why I’m leavin’
i’ll try to make it clear
there’s just too much
dark matter around here
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11. |
Do Re Mi Revisited
04:04
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you're comin' up from south California
comin' out from old Boston town
you're lookin' at the beautiful trees and the water
thinkin' about settlin' down
you been hearin' about all of the money
dreamin' about a house on the hill
thinkin’ that you might get lucky
maybe they got room for you still
so your drivin' up everything that you got in that car
or you’re flyin’ in on a plane
and you’re takin’ the bus into downtown
that’s the last that you saw of your dream
because yes they got all of that beauty
and yes they got money to burn
but they also got people living under the freeway
and that's where your road takes a turn
Seattle is a Garden Of Eden
a paradise to live in or see
but believe it or not
you'll be livin' in a parkin' lot
if you ain't got the do re mi
maybe you came by yourself
maybe you brought family too
maybe you got some skills you can use
maybe you'll just have to make do
you’ve been lookin' for work on line at the library
thinkin' that you'll make it somehow
but you ran out of money for that room on Aurora
and you're wonderin' where to go now
you could live in your car if you had one
there are plenty of people who do
but they towed it away to the impound
now you’re wearing a hole in your shoe
you see rock and roll heroes and sports stars
millionaires out on the town
and those people livin’ under the overpass
the cops just keep movin’ ‘em around
Seattle is a Garden Of Eden
a paradise, that's what they say
but believe it or not
you'll be livin' in a parkin' lot
if you can't make it pay
the mayor is a liberal and the council is mixed
and there’s a socialist riding on board
they raised up the minimum to 15 an hour
that’s the least that boss could afford
still you’re sleeping on a cardboard mattress
and your house on the hill is a tent
and they could freeze all the prices right now
but you still couldn’t pay for the rent
some say there’s nothin’ you can do about it
it’s just human nature they claim
this is the greatest system in the world
is just needs a little lube on the chain
but me I got a better idea
I say let’s shut it all down
let’s de-fang the bankers and sink all the tankers
and spread all the money around
because Seattle is a Garden Of Eden
a paradise at the end of it’s line
so lets put it out with the curbside recycling
and try to do better next time
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12. |
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I saw Jimi Hendrix at Winterland
it was 1968
I was in whatever shape I was in that night
the horses were out of the gate
the crowd was fine and fanciful
and when Jimi took the stand
he had too many fingers
in his hand
there is no explaining the interdependence
of so many pieces of mind
there was smoke and there were mirrors
and nights of the magical kind
Jimi wore knee length moccasins, as I recall
and played with his feet out wide
and in between the sonic devices
he slipped the notes inside
yes I saw Jimi Hendrix at Winterland
and I was experienced then
I was with some impossible people
I don’t know how we even got in
I was out on a date with a butterfly girl
who was floating up out of her shoes
we were blowing whatever was left of our minds that night
while Jimi was blowing a fuse
and the fog rolled in like a blanket
and the sun came up over the rim
and we were all just skimming stones
in the times that we were in
and maybe I lost a few brain cells
I know it was pretty thin ice
but if I had to do it all over again
I wouldn’t think twice
they made a record of those Winterland nights
you may listen if you dare
the music and the multitudes
I know I’m in there somewhere
it was the season of eruptions
the doorway to infinity
and when Jimi’s guitar said “thank you”
and that was enough for me
yes I saw Jimi Hendrix at Winterland
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13. |
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you gotta be kidding, you want me to be nice
back up buddy, let me give you advice
you ever see a mouse bein’ nice to a cat?
you ain’t gonna make it like that
chorus:
nice doesn’t make any waves
nice doesn’t move any mountains
nice doesn’t make any noise
let’s make some noise
its time to tear down that pompous facade
that rotten racket, that house of fraud
chains don’t break because you ask them to to
i’m making a fist, how about you?
Chorus
hand me that wrench, let’s take turns
see if we can open this can of worms
let’s make some plans, let’s draw some straws
and if we have to, let’s break some laws
chorus
bridge
i see the future looking back in disgust
their whole world is depending on us
we can’t let them down
so let’s get it together and go downtown
fightin' fire with fire don't make any sense
you gotta use water in the present tense
not the nice kind of water where the rich folk swim
but the fiery kind that you drown in
the kind that rises up to be
a tsunami of humanity
a wave across the finish line
and it’s about time
chorus
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Jim Page Seattle, Washington
Named by Seattle Metropolitan Magazine as “One Of The 50 Most Influential Musicians In Seattle History.” Originally from California Page has called Seattle and the Pacific Northwest “home” since 1971. Songs covered by The Doobie Brothers, Christy Moore, Dick Gaughan, Michael Hedges, and Roy Bailey. Utah Phillips: “If you’re ever going to get the message, this is the messenger to get it from.” ... more
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