" Raunchola/Moby Dick " (Live, 1988)
(The song blends with Led Zeppelin's Moby Dick)
If it's a hard, cold beat. You can go dance if you like
You won’t care it's trouble. Then nothing has on spice
You won't know that it hit ya
Until the sound comes through
Nothing will make you win. Even the law won't fight
Hey
Watching to wait, you waiter
You only age your gutters
I got respawned and raised
Seeking to save your garden
We can't go to the day lord's house
We only have your toner
We ordered too many cocktails
Watching the way of the world
(The pitch was changed to avoid copyright issues)
"Sappy (Early Version)"
And if you say your prayers. You will make God happy
And if you do what's true. You will make me happy
I'll keep you in a jar. And you will seem happy
I'll give you breathing holes
You will think you're happy, now
You're in a laundry room (x3)
And if you save yourself. You will make him happy
He'll bring you fine rewards. Then you will feel happy
I'll keep you in my room. I'm sure you'll be happy
And if you save your soul. You will think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room x4
"Sappy (Late Version)" (Retitled 'Verse Chorus Verse' for release) (B-side, 1993)
And if you save yourself. You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar. And you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes. And you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass. And you'll think you're happy now
You're really in a laundry room (x2)
The clue just came to you, oh
And if you cut yourself (Alt: And if you kill yourself)
You will think you're happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll make him happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
Then you'll think you're happy now
You're really in a laundry room (x2)
The clue that came to you, oh
And if you fool yourself. You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar. Then you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes. Then you will seem happy. You'll wallow in his shit
Then you'll think you're happy now
You're really in a laundry room x3
The clue that came to you, oh
"Seasons in the Sun" (Originally by Terry Jacks)
Goodbye my friend it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
And all the flowers are everywhere
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there
Goodbye Papa, please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
And I don't know all these words
I had boggy turds
With my b.b. gun I would kill birds
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time
All our lives, we had fun. We had seasons in the sun
But the world that we reached. Were just starfish on the beach
Goodbye Michelle, my little one
I was the apple of the shining sun
Another apple out of reach
All my tears are salty
I think now I was taught to weep
We had joy, we had fun. We had seasons in the sun
All the hills that we climb. Were the seasons out of time
We had joy. We had fun. We had seasons in the sun
But the hill on the beach. Were just starfish on the beach
X2
"Talk to Me” (1991, Remastered 1996)
Shake it down easy, shake it down sleazy, come on
Shake it down easy, shake yourself, Suzy, come on
Don't let me detain you. Try to ride along
Don't you lie, knowing/ I am not sad. I am not silly
I am not chippin'. I am not chippin' away
Talk to me. In your own language, please
In your own
Talk to me. In your own language please
Shake it down easy, make it sound seamy, doll man
Make it sound now, make it full house, sad man
Leader of the band. Makes a mental hell
I won't weather it well. Well I never
Saw it with my arm. Paint it with my heart
Paint it with my eyes and make it right
Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man (x2)
You don't want to hear this. Nothin' but a whore
I will play the leader. With pain
Now you know I'm needy. Lay them down easy (x2)
Talk to me. In your own language, please
"The 'Priest' They Called Him"
(With William S. Burroughs)
"Fight tuberculosis, folks"
Christmas Eve, an old junkie selling Christmas seals
On North Park Street
The "Priest" they called him
"Fight tuberculosis, folks"
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall
It was getting late and no money to score
He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight
Boy got out with a suitcase
Thin kid in prep school clothes
Familiar face, the Priest told himself
Watching from the doorway.
"Reminds me of something a long time ago"
The boy, there, with his overcoat
Unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare
The cab drove away and turned the corner
The boy went inside a building
"Hmm, yes, maybe," the suitcase was there in the doorway
The boy nowhere in sight
Gone to get the keys, most likely, have to move fast
He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner
Made it, glanced down at the case
It didn't look like the case the boy had or any boy would have
The Priest couldn't put his finger on what was so old about the case
Old and dirty, poor quality leather and heavy
Better see what's inside
He turned into Lincoln Park
Found an empty place and opened the case
Two severed human legs that belonged to a young man
With dark skin, shiny black leg hairs
Glittered in the dim streetlight
The legs had been forced into the case
And he had to use his knee on the back of the case to shove them out
"Legs, yet," he said and walked quickly away with the case.
Might bring a few dollars to score
The buyer sniffed suspiciously
"Kind of a funny smell about it"
"It's just Mexican leather"
"Well, some joker didn't cure it"
The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor
"Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is
Three is the best I can do and it hurts
But since this is Christmas and you're the Priest"
He slipped three bills under the table into the Priest's dirty hand
The Priest faded into the street shadows, seedy and furtive
Three cents didn't buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel
Say, remember that old Addie croaker told me not to come back
Unless I paid him the three cents I owe him
Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya, blow your stack about three lousy cents
The doctor was not pleased to see him
"Now, what do you want? I told you!"
The Priest laid three bills on the table
The doctor put the money in his pocket and started to scream
"I've had trouble! People have been around!
I may lose my license!"
The Priest just sat there
Eyes, old and heavy with years of junk, on the doctor's face
"I can't write you a prescription"
The doctor jerked open a drawer
And slid an ampule across the table
"That's all I have in the office!" The doctor stood up
"Take it and get out!" he screamed, hysterical
The Priest's expression did not change
The doctor added in quieter tones
"After all, I'm a professional man
And I shouldn't be bothered by people like you"
"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G?
Couldn't you lend me a nickel?"
"Get out, get out, I'll call the police I tell you"
"All right, doctor, I'm going"
Of course it was cold and far walk to rooming house
A shabby street, room on the top floor
"These stairs," coughed the Priest
There pulling himself up along the bannister
He went into the bathroom
Yellow wall panels, toilet dripping
And got his works from under the washbasin
Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room
Get every drop in the dropper
He rolled up his sleeve
Then he heard a groan from next door
Room 18, the Mexican kid lived there
The Priest had passed him on the stairs
And saw the kid was hooked
But he never spoke because he didn't want any juvenile connections
Bad news in any language
The Priest had had enough bad news in his life
He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel
No mistaking that groan and what it meant
"Maybe he had an accident or something.
In any case, I can't enjoy my priestly medications
With that sound coming through the wall"
Thin walls you understand
The Priest put down his dropper
Cold hall and knocked on the door of Room 18
"Quien es?"
"It's the Priest, kid, I live next door"
He could hear someone hobbling across the floor
A bolt slid, the boy stood there in his underwear shorts
Eyes black with pain, he started to fall
The Priest helped him over to the bed
"What's wrong, son?"
"It's my legs, señor, cramps
And now I am without medicine"
The Priest could see the cramps
Like knots of wood there in the young legs
Dark shiny black leg hairs
"A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race
It was then that the cramps started"
And now he has the leg cramps back
With compound junk interest
The old Priest stood there, feeling the boy groan
He inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got his dropper
"It's just a quarter G, kid"
"I do not require much, señor"
The boy was sleeping when the Priest left Room 18
He went back to his room and sat down on the bed
Then it hit him like heavy silent snow
All the gray junk yesterdays
He sat there, received the immaculate fix
And since he was himself a priest
There was no need to call one
"Token Eastern Song"
("Born in a Junkyard" was a bootleg title)
(Demo, 1989)
I'm long gone from vertical,
Somewhere south is stopping me
I'm long gone from the American dream,
You may decide it's something new
I'm long gone but I'll let you through,
You may decide it's not for you.
I'm long gone but I'll let you through,
You may decide there's nothing there
Hold it in your gut [x8] (Alt: Born in a junkyard)
I'm long gone but I'll let you through,
You may decide that it's not good
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave,
You may decide on stopping me
I'm long gone but I'll let you lose,
You may decide it's something new
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave,
You may decide on stopping me.
Hold it in your gut [x8] (Alt: Born in a junkyard)
Gone!
"Verse Chorus Verse" (Outtake, 1991)
Neither side is sacred, no one wants to win
Feeling so sedated, may I just give in?
Takin' medication till my stomach's full
Neither side is sacred, crawling in a hole
The grass is greener over here
You're the fog that keeps me clear
Reinventing what we knew
Taken time is all but true
You're the reason I feel pain
Feels so good to feel again
Neither side is sacred, no one wants to win
Feeling so sedated, but I can't give in
Takin' medication till my stomach's full
Feeling so sedated when I'm in my home
The grass is greener over here
You're the fog that keeps it clear
Reinventing what we knew
Taken time is weird but true
You're the reason I feel pain
Feels so good to feel again
Neither side is sacred, no one wants to win
Feeling so sedated, may I just give in?
Takin' medication till my stomach's full
Feeling so sedated when I'm in my home
The grass is greener over here
You're the fog that keeps it clear
Reinventing what we knew
Love is history, all but true
You're the reason I feel pain
Feels so good to feel again
"You Know You're Right"
(The last song recorded by the band)
(Solo acoustic, 1994)
I would never bother you. I would never promise to
I would never follow you. I would never bother you
Never speak a word again. I will crawl away for good
I will move away from here. You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
Always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell