1. |
Grinnin Maniac
03:02
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Everywhere I look I see a grinnin maniac
I'm not hallucinatin
I seen'em just this morning at the track
I'm not just story makin
he opened up his coat and there was nothin there
I turned around and ran into a 4th dimension square
before I found my way out I heard a sea dog bark
it might have been a princess wailin might have been a narc
2.
in the subway and the laundry and the grocery
I'm not imaginatin
he lurks about suburban neighborhoods
I'm not just fabricatin
I looked into a job and he was at the desk
I stepped into the closet and I felt his clammy breath
and even though it can't be he does the morning news
I heard him testify as he was standing on the moon
3.
when I see him now I'm just a little paranoid
I'm not illusionating
he winks and tugs his moustache just like Freud
I'm not schizophrenic-fakin
I glanced under the table he was grinnin at my knee
I slipped into the twilight where I lost my memory
and even though I've asked him to he won't discuss the past
he simply says with wizened whisper nothing here will last
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2. |
Glory
03:33
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Glory came and kissed me on the eyes
just so I wouldn't think she passed me by
her breath was wet her lips were red
I woke sittin up in bed
drums a rollin curtain blowin
and me without my flag
and me without my flag
there's no war it don't seem fair
can't find glory anywhere
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3. |
Every Minute
04:51
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I don't know where I'm goin but I'm bound
and I don't know what I'm doin but I've found
every minute I've bumped into is a chance to rise or fall
seen one minute you've seen'em all
2.
I've been with my companions through the years
the reason some were lost was never clear
every friendship I've bumped into is a chance to rise or fall
seen one friendship you've seen'em all
3.
I've traveled the contours of this sphere
the places where I rested I hold dear
every country I've bumped into is a chance to rise or fall
seen one nation you've seen'em all
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4. |
The Genessee Street Kid
03:39
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Stanley left the Tarzan Swing in a full-back dive
prayin he'd do anything if only he'd survive
the Genessee Street Kid (1x)
2.
Stanley left his doodle-bug out on Yellow Dog Plain
where he found his one spark plug had pin-stripe painted flame
the Genessee Street Kid (2x)
3.
Stanley left the salad bar raising high his voice
said this place has much too far soggy brown lettuce
the Genessee Street Kid (3x)
4.
Stanley left the neighborhood in shadow as he came
where the baseball dug-out stood Stanley carved his name
the Genessee Street Kid (4x)
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5. |
Sinister Seducer
04:48
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When I was younger they called me a faggot
'cause some of my friends were girls
a little while later they did it again when my hair ran long in curls
now even John Wayne grew sideburns
but nothin else much has changed
he'd still think a man is a warrior
and a woman should carry his name
chorus:
I'm not a sinister seducer I make love with one of my friends
we come together there ain't nothin clever just a quiet moment we spend
2.
if I were as meek as they made me or strong as they'll have me pretend
I'd chase me some phillies or make me some bucks
or I'd topple and stomp on their fence
but since I am me I'll do neither
I'll make for the simple and sane
that I'm not competin for prizes
I decline to be ruled by that game - chorus
3.
when morning is dawning on Denver and evening has fallen Nepal
the pattern continues corruptive and queer
even pettiness merchants recall
that legions lie lost and indifferent
and landscapes lie frozen in snow
and distances reach into darkness
and nothingness yawns its black hole - chorus
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6. |
Now It's You
03:22
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I asked you said know so I left you
now I'm sayin no
it's crazy we mis-time ain't it dismal
whenever you are but don't wanna be alone
2.
my train paused in Munich so I called you
now it's you sayin no
met a woman gettin close then your letter
now I'm bein torn I can't come home alone
3.
got to missin your name on my mail box
now I'm writin you
changed my mind before your late answer
we both are I see but don't wanna be alone
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7. |
Pickles 'n Wine
04:24
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Just because you dropped me woman don't make me no joke
you might think I'm stranded without water without soap
you'll be sorry sometime and so will I
you take the washer I'll take the dryer
chorus:
we don't want nothin but a daily good time
some summer sunshine
buckets of money pickles and wine
nothin but green lights pickles and wine
2.
ever since you left me I've had somethin on my mind
seems like I feel better without fightin all the time
I get sort of sorry and so do you
I'll take the jaguar you take the mule - chorus
3.
I don't miss you like you must miss me my new life's so fat
you might drop by one day I think you forgot your hat
you be sorry this time and so will I
I'll take the gospel you take the lie - chorus
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8. |
You Been Wrong
04:31
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I know that you say what I say ain't worth a song
but I say anyway this ain't the first time you been wrong
you called up and told on me to Stella
you punctured the skirt of my umbrella
you hurt me with your feet you kicked me in the teeth
you busted up my home and that was wrong
2.
I see that your lip hasn't quit just like a fan
with its quips it has slipped it's bad-mouthin the wrong man
you ruined a week of my vacation
you undermine my strength and motivation
you're someone I don't need you pull the fruit and leave the weed
your malevolent mouth is messin the wrong man
3.
I see and I hear that you steer without a thought
my fear is your queer way of drivin's my last stop
It's masochistic to travel the same highway
you're sadistic you celebrate an insane way
you're enough to make me ill more'n enough to make me feel
you're the enemy of me and there you're wrong
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9. |
One Story
04:40
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There's a story I know it's been told there's a story
I know little bits of
a story I know
completely I know
of a life in a place in a history
2.
in a shelter away from the fox and the wind
in the night of the dragon
stayin inside
yes stayin alive
for another good day for another good day
3.
there's a storm in the black in the time which is gone
and nervously passing
the seawall in sight
the seagull in flight
the fisher's net the fisher's net
4.
wind bending stalk as grateful as the dream
and the leaves of the grassland
moon in the clouds
stones in a mound
round an apple tree round an apple tree
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10. |
High Priest
03:26
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believin in God don't appeal to me
it's the same as believin in nothin
high priest turns eager on his heel when he sees
a chalice on special at Penny's
ain't nobody goin where I'm goin
ain't nobody goin where you're goin
2.
there's been burnin and rapin in the name of the Lord
and there's lootin of minds in the chapel
high priest has a prayer for the meeting of the board
he prays take not a thought for tomorrow
there ain't no bearded God in heaven
and there ain't no Santa Claus
3.
every stone in high church was laid by a hand
who had no gold no robe no status
high priest walks holy over stone he doesn't speak
save some sermon some platitude some slavery
it's time we drop comforting fairy tales
let's see who loots when cops are gone
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Thinkspeak Atlanta, Georgia
Tom Ferguson has been writing songs since 1969, all of which are collected in Songs, 1969-2018. It's coil-bound to nicely fit a music stand, available at lulu.com just search tom ferguson there.
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