1. Singapore.
We sail tonight for Singapore, we're all as mad as hatters here, I've fallen for tawny moor, took off to the land of Nod, drank with all the chinamen, walked the sewers of Paris, I danced along a colored wind, dangled from a rope of sand, you must say goodbye to me.
We sail tonight for Singapore, don't fall asleep while you're ashore, cross your heart and hope to die when you hear the children cry, let marrow bone and cleaver choose while making feet for children shoes, through the alley back from hell, when you hear that steeple bell you must say goodbye to me.
Wipe him down with gasoline till his arms are hard and mean, from now on boys this iron boat's your home, so heave away boys, we sail tonight for Singapore, take your blankets from the floor, wash your mouth out by the door, the whole town is made of iron ore, every witness turns to steam, they all become Italian dreams, fill your pockets up with earth, get yourself a dollar's worth, away boys, away, boys, heave away.
The captain is a one armed dwarf, he's throwing dice along the wharf, in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King, so take this ring. We sail tonight for Singapore, we're all as mad as hatters here, I've fallen for tawny moor, took off to the land of Nod, drank with all the chinamen, walked the sewers of Paris, I danced along a colored wind, dangled from a rope of sand, you must say goodbye to me.
2. Clap hands.
Sane, sane they're all insane, the fireman's blind, the conductors lame, a Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands.
Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar, son of a bitch is never coming back here no more, moon in the window; a bird on the pole, can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands.
Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams, going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans, a fifty dollar bill inside in palladin's hat and nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at.
Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar, son of a bitch is never coming back here no more, moon in the window; a bird on the pole, can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands.
Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams, going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans, a fifty dollar bill inside in Palladin's hat and nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at.
Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime, all the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time, Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole, they all went to heaven in the little row boat, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands.
3. Cemetery polka.
Uncle Vernon, uncle Vernon, independent as a hog on ice, he's a big shot down there, at the slaughterhouse he plays accordion for Mr.Weiss. Uncle Biltmore and uncle William made a million during World War II but they're tightwads and they're cheap skates, and they'll never give a dime to you.
Auntie Mame has gone inside, she lives in the doorway of an old hotel and the radio's playing opera, and all she ever says is go to hell. Uncle Violet flew as a pilot, he said there ain't no pretty girls in France, now he runs a tidy little bookie joint, they say he never keeps it in his pants. Uncle Bill will never leave a will and the tumor is as big as an egg, he has a mistress, she's Puerto Rican, and I heard she has a wooden leg.
Uncle Phil can't live without his pills, he has emphysema and he's almost blind, and we must find out where the money is, get it now before he loses his mind. Uncle Vernon, uncle Vernon, independent as a hog on ice, he's a big shot down there, at the slaughterhouse he plays accordion for Mr.Weiss.
4. Jockey full of bourbon.
Edna Million in a drop dead suit dutch pink on a downtown train, two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot, I'm in the corner in the pouring rain, sixteen men on a deadman's chest and I've been drinking from a broken cup, two pairs of pants and a mother vest, I'm full of bourbon; I can't stand up. Hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone, hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone.
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head and I've been stepping on the devil's tail, across the stripes of full moon's head through the bars of a Cuban jail, bloody fingers on a purple knife, a flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass, I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife, come admire the view from up on top of the mast. Hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone, hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone.
Hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone, hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone. Yellow sheets in Hong Kong bed, stazybo horn and a singerland ride, to the carnival is what she said, a hundred dollars makes it dark inside.
Edna Million in a drop dead suit dutch pink on a downtown train, two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot, I'm in the corner in the pouring rain. Hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone, hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone.
5. Tango till they're sore.
Well you play that tarantella, all the hounds they start to roar and the boys all go to hell, then the Cubans hit the floor, and they drive along the pipeline, they tango till they're sore, they take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door. Let me fall out the window with confetti in my hair, deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs, I'll tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past so send me off to bed forever more.
Make sure they play my theme song, I guess daisies will have to do, just get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews, turn the spit on that pig and kick the drum and let me down, put my clarinet beneath your bed till I get back in town. Let me fall out the window with confetti in my hair, deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs, I'll tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past so send me off to bed forever more.
Just sure she's all in Calico and the color of a doll, wave the flag on Cadillac day and a skillet on the wall, cut me a switch or hold your breath till the sun goes down, write my name on the hood, send me off to another town. Let me fall out the window with confetti in my hair, deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs, I'll tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past so send me off to bed forever more.
Let me fall out the window with confetti in my hair, deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs, I'll tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past so send me off to bed forever more.
6. Big black Mariah.
Cutting through the cane break, ratting the sill, thunder that the rain makes when the shadow tops the hill, big light on the back street, hill to ever more, packing down the ladder with hammer to the floor. Here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Ford.
Well he's all boxed up on a red bell dame, hunted black Johnny with a blind man's cane, a yellow bullet with a rag out in the wind, an old blind tiger, get an old bell Jim. Here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Ford.
Sent to the skies on a Benny Jag Blue, off to bed without his supper like the linda brides do, now he's got to do the story with the old widow Jones, he's got a wooden coat, this boy is never coming home. Here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Ford, cut through the cane break.
Well he's all boxed up on a red bell dame, hunted black Johnny with a blind man's cane, a yellow bullet with a rag out in the wind, an old blind tiger, get an old bell Jim. Here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Ford.
7. Diamonds & gold.
The broken glass and the rusty nails where the violets grow, say goodbye to the railroad and the mad dogs of summer, and everything that I know. What some men will do here for diamonds, what some men will do here for gold, they're wounded but they just keep on climbing and they sleep by the side of the road.
There's a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb, mad as a hatter, you're thin as a dime, go out to the meadow, the hills are green, sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream. Small time Napoleons shattered his knees but he stays in the saddle for Rose, and all his disciple, they shave in the gutter, and gather what's left of his clothes. What some men will do here for diamonds, what some men will do here for gold, they're wounded but they just keep on climbing and they sleep by the side of the road.
8. Hang down your head.
Hush a wild violet, hush a band of gold, hush you're in a story I heard somebody told, tear the promise from my heart, tear my heart today, you have found another, oh baby, I must go away. So hang down your head for sorrow, hang down your head for me, hang down your head tomorrow, hang down your head Marie.
Hush my love the rain now, hush my love was so true, hush my love a train now, well it takes me away from you. So hang down your head for sorrow, hang down your head for me, hang down your head, hang down your head, hang down your head Marie, so hang down your head for sorrow, hang down your head for me, hang down your head, hang down your head, hang down your head Marie.
9. Time.
Well, the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street, the shadow boys are breaking all the laws, and you're east of East St. Louis, and the wind is making speeches, and the rain sounds like a round of applause. Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon, his invisible fiancee is in the mirror, the band is going home, it's raining hammers, it's raining nails, yes, it's true, there's nothing left for him down here.
And it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time that you love, and it's time, time, time.
And they all pretend they're Orphans, and their memory's like a train, you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away, and the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget that history puts a saint in every dream, well, she said she'd steak around until the bandages came off, but these mamas boys just don't know when to quit, and Matida asks the sailors, are those dreams or are those prayers, so just close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit.
And it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time that you love, and it's time, time, time.
Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl, the boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street, and when she's on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot and a thousand pigeons fall around her feet, so put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips till the dish outside the window fills with rain, just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart, and play the fiddler off till I come back again.
And it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time that you love, and it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time that you love, and it's time, time, time.
10. Rain dogs.
Inside a broken clock splashing the wine with all the rain dogs, taxi, we'd rather walk, huddle a doorway with the rain dogs, for I am a rain dog too. Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night, for it was all ripe for dreaming, oh, how we danced away all of the lights, we've always been out of our minds.
The rum pours strong and thin, beat out the dustman with the rain dogs, aboard a shipwreck train, give my umbrella to the rain dogs, for I am a rain dog too. Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee, her long hair black as a raven, oh, how we danced and you whispered to me, you'll never be going back home.
Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee, her long hair black as a raven, oh, how we danced and you whispered to me, you'll never be going back home.
11. Midtown.
Canción instrumental.
12. 9th & Hennepin.
Well it's 9th and Hennepin and all the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes, and the moon's teeth marks are on the sky like a tarp thrown over all this, and the broken umbrellas like dead birds, and the steam comes out of the grill like the whole goddamned town is ready to blow.
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos, and everyone is behaving like dogs, and the horses are coming down Violin Road, and Dutch is dead on his feet, and the rooms all smell like diesel, and you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here, and I'm lost in the window, I hide on the stairway, I hang in the curtain, I sleep in your hat, and no one brings anything small into a bar around here.
They all started out with bad directions, and the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear, one for every year he's away she said, such a crumbling beauty, but there's nothing wrong with her that, $100 won't fix, she has that razor sadness that only gets worse with the clang, and thunder of the southern Pacific going by as the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet till you're full of rag water, and bitters and blue ruin.
And you spill out over the side to anyone who'll listen, and I've seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train.
13. Gun street girl.
Falling James in the Tahoe mud, stick around to tell us all the tail, he fell in love with a gun street girl, and now he's danced in the Birmingham jail. Took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe, brought a bran' new Michigan twenty gauge, got all liquored up on that road house corn, blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette, blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette.
Brought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese, dyed his hair in the bathroom of Texaco with a pawnshop radio, quarter past four, well, he left Waukegan at the slamming of the door, he left Waukegan at the slamming of the door. I said John, John, he's long gone, gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home, I said John, John, he's long gone, gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's Wood soaking day, old bread in kerosene, he was blue as a robin's egg, brown as a hog, staying out of circulation till the dogs get tire, staying out of circulation till the dogs get tired. Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone, he never got up in the morning on a Saturday, sitting by the Erie with a bull whipped dog, telling everyone he saw they went that way, telling everyone he saw they went that way.
Now the rain's like gravel on old tin roof, and the Burlinton Northern's pulling out of the world, with a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw, and a gun street girl was the cause of it all. Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge, he heard the click clack tapping of a blind man's cane, pulling into Baker on New Year's Eve, with one eye on the pistol the other on the door, with one eye on the pistol the other on the door.
Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Row and the smuggled in a bran' new pair of alligator shoes, with her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair, well, they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire, they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire. I said John, John, he's long gone, gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home, I said John, John, he's long gone, gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
Banging on a table with an old tin cup, sing I'll never kiss a gun street girl again, I'll never kiss a gun street girl again. I said John, John, he's long gone, gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home, I said John, John, he's long gone, gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
14. Union Square.
Well time is always money for the boys at Union Square, you can bust your ass till doomsday but don't forget to say your prayers someone's got a wad on the backstreet, Sacco got a bran' new slack and your baby is handcuffed on the front seat, you just sit right there, boy, and relax. We’re all going down, down, down downtown, down downtown, we’re going down downtown, we’re going down downtown.
Well they spill out of the Cinema Fourteen to that drag bar there on the block, best live show by far in the whole east coast with a bank rolled up in your sock, she stand right there for your pleasure, half Puerto Rican Chinese, you got to find your baby somebody to measure, I'm goin' to get me some of these baby. Down, down, down downtown, down downtown, I’m going down downtown, I’m going down downtown.
Four in the morning on a Sunday, Sacco drinking whiskey in church, half pint festival brandy, that 'bout to fall right off his perch, the guy in the sweaters off duty, out in front on the welfare hotel, the guy in the dress is a beauty go all the way and I swear you never can tell. I’m going down, down, down downtown, down downtown, I’m going down downtown, I’m going down downtown.
15. Blind love.
Now you're gone, and it's hotels and whiskey, and sad-luck dames, and I don't care if they miss me, I never remember their names, they say if you get far enough away, you'll be on your way back home, well, I'm at the station and I can't get on the train. Must be blind love, only kind of love is stone blind love, blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love, with your blind love, oh, it's blind love, stone blind love, it's your stone blind love.
Now the street's turning blue, the dogs are barking and the night has come, and there's tears that are falling from your blue eyes now, I wonder where you are and I whisper your name, the only way to find you is if I close my eyes. I'll find you with my blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love, with your blind love, oh your blind love, your stone blind love.
It's your blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love, stone blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love, with your blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love.
16. Walking spanish.
He's got himself a homemade special, you know his glass is full of sand, and it feels just like a jaybird the way it fits into his hand, he rolled a blade up in his trick towel, they slap their hands against the wall, you never trip, you never stumble, he's walking spanish down the hall.
Slim him a picture of our Jesus or give him a spoon to dig a hole, what all he done ain't no one's business but he'll need blankets for the cold, they dim the lights over on Broadway, even the king has bowed his head, every face looks right up at Mason, he's walking spanish down the hall.
Latella's screeching for a blind pig, punk Sander's carved it out of wood, he never sang when he got hoodwinked, they tried it all but he never would, tomorrow morning there'll be laundry but he'll be somewhere else to hear the call, don't say goodbye, he's just leaving early, he's walking spanish down the hall.
All St. Barthelemew said was whispered into the ear of blind Jack Dawes, all Baker told the machine was that he never broke the law, go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate, take off your watch, your rings and all, even Jesus wanted just a little more time, he's walking spanish down the hall.
17. Downtown train.
Outside another yellow moon, punched a hole in the nighttime, yes, I climb through the window and down the street shining like a new dime, the downtown trains are full with all those Brooklyn girls, they try so hard to break out of their little worlds. You wave your hand and they scatter like crows, they have nothing that will ever capture your heart, they're just thorns without the rose, be careful of them in the dark, oh, if I was the one you chose to be your only one, oh, baby can't you hear me now. Will I see you tonight on a downtown train? Every night it’s just the same.
You leave me lonely, now, I know your window and I know it’s late, I know your stairs and your doorway, I walk down your street and past your gate, I stand by the light at the four way, you watch them as they fall, they stay at the carnival but they'll never win you back. Will I see you tonight on a downtown train? Every night it’s just the same, will I see you tonight on a downtown train? Every night it’s just the same.
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train where every night it’s just the same? You leave me lonely, will I see you tonight on a downtown train? All of my dreams just fall like rain, all upon a downtown train, all upon a downtown train, all upon a downtown train, all upon a downtown train.
18. Bride of rain dog.
Canción instrumental.
19. Anywhere I lay my head.
My head is spinning round, my heart is in my shoes, I went and set the Thames on fire, now I must come back down. She's laughing in her sleeve at me, I can feel it in my bones but anywhere, I'm gonna lay my head, oh, I will call my home.
Well I see that the world is upside down, my pockets were filled up with gold, now the clouds have covered over and the wind is blowing cold. I don't need anybody because I learned to be alone, and anywhere I lay my head, oh, I will call my home.
We sail tonight for Singapore, we're all as mad as hatters here, I've fallen for tawny moor, took off to the land of Nod, drank with all the chinamen, walked the sewers of Paris, I danced along a colored wind, dangled from a rope of sand, you must say goodbye to me.
We sail tonight for Singapore, don't fall asleep while you're ashore, cross your heart and hope to die when you hear the children cry, let marrow bone and cleaver choose while making feet for children shoes, through the alley back from hell, when you hear that steeple bell you must say goodbye to me.
Wipe him down with gasoline till his arms are hard and mean, from now on boys this iron boat's your home, so heave away boys, we sail tonight for Singapore, take your blankets from the floor, wash your mouth out by the door, the whole town is made of iron ore, every witness turns to steam, they all become Italian dreams, fill your pockets up with earth, get yourself a dollar's worth, away boys, away, boys, heave away.
The captain is a one armed dwarf, he's throwing dice along the wharf, in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King, so take this ring. We sail tonight for Singapore, we're all as mad as hatters here, I've fallen for tawny moor, took off to the land of Nod, drank with all the chinamen, walked the sewers of Paris, I danced along a colored wind, dangled from a rope of sand, you must say goodbye to me.
2. Clap hands.
Sane, sane they're all insane, the fireman's blind, the conductors lame, a Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands.
Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar, son of a bitch is never coming back here no more, moon in the window; a bird on the pole, can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands.
Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams, going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans, a fifty dollar bill inside in palladin's hat and nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at.
Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar, son of a bitch is never coming back here no more, moon in the window; a bird on the pole, can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands.
Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams, going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans, a fifty dollar bill inside in Palladin's hat and nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at.
Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime, all the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time, Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole, they all went to heaven in the little row boat, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands.
3. Cemetery polka.
Uncle Vernon, uncle Vernon, independent as a hog on ice, he's a big shot down there, at the slaughterhouse he plays accordion for Mr.Weiss. Uncle Biltmore and uncle William made a million during World War II but they're tightwads and they're cheap skates, and they'll never give a dime to you.
Auntie Mame has gone inside, she lives in the doorway of an old hotel and the radio's playing opera, and all she ever says is go to hell. Uncle Violet flew as a pilot, he said there ain't no pretty girls in France, now he runs a tidy little bookie joint, they say he never keeps it in his pants. Uncle Bill will never leave a will and the tumor is as big as an egg, he has a mistress, she's Puerto Rican, and I heard she has a wooden leg.
Uncle Phil can't live without his pills, he has emphysema and he's almost blind, and we must find out where the money is, get it now before he loses his mind. Uncle Vernon, uncle Vernon, independent as a hog on ice, he's a big shot down there, at the slaughterhouse he plays accordion for Mr.Weiss.
4. Jockey full of bourbon.
Edna Million in a drop dead suit dutch pink on a downtown train, two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot, I'm in the corner in the pouring rain, sixteen men on a deadman's chest and I've been drinking from a broken cup, two pairs of pants and a mother vest, I'm full of bourbon; I can't stand up. Hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone, hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone.
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head and I've been stepping on the devil's tail, across the stripes of full moon's head through the bars of a Cuban jail, bloody fingers on a purple knife, a flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass, I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife, come admire the view from up on top of the mast. Hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone, hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone.
Hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone, hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone. Yellow sheets in Hong Kong bed, stazybo horn and a singerland ride, to the carnival is what she said, a hundred dollars makes it dark inside.
Edna Million in a drop dead suit dutch pink on a downtown train, two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot, I'm in the corner in the pouring rain. Hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone, hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone.
5. Tango till they're sore.
Well you play that tarantella, all the hounds they start to roar and the boys all go to hell, then the Cubans hit the floor, and they drive along the pipeline, they tango till they're sore, they take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door. Let me fall out the window with confetti in my hair, deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs, I'll tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past so send me off to bed forever more.
Make sure they play my theme song, I guess daisies will have to do, just get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews, turn the spit on that pig and kick the drum and let me down, put my clarinet beneath your bed till I get back in town. Let me fall out the window with confetti in my hair, deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs, I'll tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past so send me off to bed forever more.
Just sure she's all in Calico and the color of a doll, wave the flag on Cadillac day and a skillet on the wall, cut me a switch or hold your breath till the sun goes down, write my name on the hood, send me off to another town. Let me fall out the window with confetti in my hair, deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs, I'll tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past so send me off to bed forever more.
Let me fall out the window with confetti in my hair, deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs, I'll tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past so send me off to bed forever more.
6. Big black Mariah.
Cutting through the cane break, ratting the sill, thunder that the rain makes when the shadow tops the hill, big light on the back street, hill to ever more, packing down the ladder with hammer to the floor. Here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Ford.
Well he's all boxed up on a red bell dame, hunted black Johnny with a blind man's cane, a yellow bullet with a rag out in the wind, an old blind tiger, get an old bell Jim. Here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Ford.
Sent to the skies on a Benny Jag Blue, off to bed without his supper like the linda brides do, now he's got to do the story with the old widow Jones, he's got a wooden coat, this boy is never coming home. Here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Ford, cut through the cane break.
Well he's all boxed up on a red bell dame, hunted black Johnny with a blind man's cane, a yellow bullet with a rag out in the wind, an old blind tiger, get an old bell Jim. Here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Mariah, here comes the big black Ford.
7. Diamonds & gold.
The broken glass and the rusty nails where the violets grow, say goodbye to the railroad and the mad dogs of summer, and everything that I know. What some men will do here for diamonds, what some men will do here for gold, they're wounded but they just keep on climbing and they sleep by the side of the road.
There's a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb, mad as a hatter, you're thin as a dime, go out to the meadow, the hills are green, sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream. Small time Napoleons shattered his knees but he stays in the saddle for Rose, and all his disciple, they shave in the gutter, and gather what's left of his clothes. What some men will do here for diamonds, what some men will do here for gold, they're wounded but they just keep on climbing and they sleep by the side of the road.
8. Hang down your head.
Hush a wild violet, hush a band of gold, hush you're in a story I heard somebody told, tear the promise from my heart, tear my heart today, you have found another, oh baby, I must go away. So hang down your head for sorrow, hang down your head for me, hang down your head tomorrow, hang down your head Marie.
Hush my love the rain now, hush my love was so true, hush my love a train now, well it takes me away from you. So hang down your head for sorrow, hang down your head for me, hang down your head, hang down your head, hang down your head Marie, so hang down your head for sorrow, hang down your head for me, hang down your head, hang down your head, hang down your head Marie.
9. Time.
Well, the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street, the shadow boys are breaking all the laws, and you're east of East St. Louis, and the wind is making speeches, and the rain sounds like a round of applause. Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon, his invisible fiancee is in the mirror, the band is going home, it's raining hammers, it's raining nails, yes, it's true, there's nothing left for him down here.
And it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time that you love, and it's time, time, time.
And they all pretend they're Orphans, and their memory's like a train, you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away, and the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget that history puts a saint in every dream, well, she said she'd steak around until the bandages came off, but these mamas boys just don't know when to quit, and Matida asks the sailors, are those dreams or are those prayers, so just close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit.
And it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time that you love, and it's time, time, time.
Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl, the boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street, and when she's on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot and a thousand pigeons fall around her feet, so put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips till the dish outside the window fills with rain, just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart, and play the fiddler off till I come back again.
And it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time that you love, and it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time, and it's time, time, time that you love, and it's time, time, time.
10. Rain dogs.
Inside a broken clock splashing the wine with all the rain dogs, taxi, we'd rather walk, huddle a doorway with the rain dogs, for I am a rain dog too. Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night, for it was all ripe for dreaming, oh, how we danced away all of the lights, we've always been out of our minds.
The rum pours strong and thin, beat out the dustman with the rain dogs, aboard a shipwreck train, give my umbrella to the rain dogs, for I am a rain dog too. Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee, her long hair black as a raven, oh, how we danced and you whispered to me, you'll never be going back home.
Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee, her long hair black as a raven, oh, how we danced and you whispered to me, you'll never be going back home.
11. Midtown.
Canción instrumental.
12. 9th & Hennepin.
Well it's 9th and Hennepin and all the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes, and the moon's teeth marks are on the sky like a tarp thrown over all this, and the broken umbrellas like dead birds, and the steam comes out of the grill like the whole goddamned town is ready to blow.
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos, and everyone is behaving like dogs, and the horses are coming down Violin Road, and Dutch is dead on his feet, and the rooms all smell like diesel, and you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here, and I'm lost in the window, I hide on the stairway, I hang in the curtain, I sleep in your hat, and no one brings anything small into a bar around here.
They all started out with bad directions, and the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear, one for every year he's away she said, such a crumbling beauty, but there's nothing wrong with her that, $100 won't fix, she has that razor sadness that only gets worse with the clang, and thunder of the southern Pacific going by as the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet till you're full of rag water, and bitters and blue ruin.
And you spill out over the side to anyone who'll listen, and I've seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train.
13. Gun street girl.
Falling James in the Tahoe mud, stick around to tell us all the tail, he fell in love with a gun street girl, and now he's danced in the Birmingham jail. Took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe, brought a bran' new Michigan twenty gauge, got all liquored up on that road house corn, blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette, blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette.
Brought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese, dyed his hair in the bathroom of Texaco with a pawnshop radio, quarter past four, well, he left Waukegan at the slamming of the door, he left Waukegan at the slamming of the door. I said John, John, he's long gone, gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home, I said John, John, he's long gone, gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's Wood soaking day, old bread in kerosene, he was blue as a robin's egg, brown as a hog, staying out of circulation till the dogs get tire, staying out of circulation till the dogs get tired. Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone, he never got up in the morning on a Saturday, sitting by the Erie with a bull whipped dog, telling everyone he saw they went that way, telling everyone he saw they went that way.
Now the rain's like gravel on old tin roof, and the Burlinton Northern's pulling out of the world, with a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw, and a gun street girl was the cause of it all. Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge, he heard the click clack tapping of a blind man's cane, pulling into Baker on New Year's Eve, with one eye on the pistol the other on the door, with one eye on the pistol the other on the door.
Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Row and the smuggled in a bran' new pair of alligator shoes, with her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair, well, they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire, they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire. I said John, John, he's long gone, gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home, I said John, John, he's long gone, gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
Banging on a table with an old tin cup, sing I'll never kiss a gun street girl again, I'll never kiss a gun street girl again. I said John, John, he's long gone, gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home, I said John, John, he's long gone, gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
14. Union Square.
Well time is always money for the boys at Union Square, you can bust your ass till doomsday but don't forget to say your prayers someone's got a wad on the backstreet, Sacco got a bran' new slack and your baby is handcuffed on the front seat, you just sit right there, boy, and relax. We’re all going down, down, down downtown, down downtown, we’re going down downtown, we’re going down downtown.
Well they spill out of the Cinema Fourteen to that drag bar there on the block, best live show by far in the whole east coast with a bank rolled up in your sock, she stand right there for your pleasure, half Puerto Rican Chinese, you got to find your baby somebody to measure, I'm goin' to get me some of these baby. Down, down, down downtown, down downtown, I’m going down downtown, I’m going down downtown.
Four in the morning on a Sunday, Sacco drinking whiskey in church, half pint festival brandy, that 'bout to fall right off his perch, the guy in the sweaters off duty, out in front on the welfare hotel, the guy in the dress is a beauty go all the way and I swear you never can tell. I’m going down, down, down downtown, down downtown, I’m going down downtown, I’m going down downtown.
15. Blind love.
Now you're gone, and it's hotels and whiskey, and sad-luck dames, and I don't care if they miss me, I never remember their names, they say if you get far enough away, you'll be on your way back home, well, I'm at the station and I can't get on the train. Must be blind love, only kind of love is stone blind love, blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love, with your blind love, oh, it's blind love, stone blind love, it's your stone blind love.
Now the street's turning blue, the dogs are barking and the night has come, and there's tears that are falling from your blue eyes now, I wonder where you are and I whisper your name, the only way to find you is if I close my eyes. I'll find you with my blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love, with your blind love, oh your blind love, your stone blind love.
It's your blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love, stone blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love, with your blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love.
16. Walking spanish.
He's got himself a homemade special, you know his glass is full of sand, and it feels just like a jaybird the way it fits into his hand, he rolled a blade up in his trick towel, they slap their hands against the wall, you never trip, you never stumble, he's walking spanish down the hall.
Slim him a picture of our Jesus or give him a spoon to dig a hole, what all he done ain't no one's business but he'll need blankets for the cold, they dim the lights over on Broadway, even the king has bowed his head, every face looks right up at Mason, he's walking spanish down the hall.
Latella's screeching for a blind pig, punk Sander's carved it out of wood, he never sang when he got hoodwinked, they tried it all but he never would, tomorrow morning there'll be laundry but he'll be somewhere else to hear the call, don't say goodbye, he's just leaving early, he's walking spanish down the hall.
All St. Barthelemew said was whispered into the ear of blind Jack Dawes, all Baker told the machine was that he never broke the law, go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate, take off your watch, your rings and all, even Jesus wanted just a little more time, he's walking spanish down the hall.
17. Downtown train.
Outside another yellow moon, punched a hole in the nighttime, yes, I climb through the window and down the street shining like a new dime, the downtown trains are full with all those Brooklyn girls, they try so hard to break out of their little worlds. You wave your hand and they scatter like crows, they have nothing that will ever capture your heart, they're just thorns without the rose, be careful of them in the dark, oh, if I was the one you chose to be your only one, oh, baby can't you hear me now. Will I see you tonight on a downtown train? Every night it’s just the same.
You leave me lonely, now, I know your window and I know it’s late, I know your stairs and your doorway, I walk down your street and past your gate, I stand by the light at the four way, you watch them as they fall, they stay at the carnival but they'll never win you back. Will I see you tonight on a downtown train? Every night it’s just the same, will I see you tonight on a downtown train? Every night it’s just the same.
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train where every night it’s just the same? You leave me lonely, will I see you tonight on a downtown train? All of my dreams just fall like rain, all upon a downtown train, all upon a downtown train, all upon a downtown train, all upon a downtown train.
18. Bride of rain dog.
Canción instrumental.
19. Anywhere I lay my head.
My head is spinning round, my heart is in my shoes, I went and set the Thames on fire, now I must come back down. She's laughing in her sleeve at me, I can feel it in my bones but anywhere, I'm gonna lay my head, oh, I will call my home.
Well I see that the world is upside down, my pockets were filled up with gold, now the clouds have covered over and the wind is blowing cold. I don't need anybody because I learned to be alone, and anywhere I lay my head, oh, I will call my home.
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Año: 1985.
Procedencia de la banda: Pomona (California), Estados Unidos.
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Año: 1985.
Procedencia de la banda: Pomona (California), Estados Unidos.
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