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Leaving hospitality ,
my boots are all worn down.
seething all that's supposed to be
the time for sleep is now
but I long to rest in the mother of the canyon's tent
& fill my head with the nearest next lament
cause I left the hospital with a pack of cigarettes & hit the gas station with a broken head.
Pretty, fair skinned, & bronze.
a good witch of the times.
forgetting your earth name
it's cool cause you forgot mine
still I long to rest in the mother of the canyon's tent
& fill my head with the nearest next lament
cause it looks like you've got something else on your mind
it looks like you've got something else on your mind
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Bad Mouth Baby
01:58
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I met shannon in chicago after a drug deal
when I left my lover at the station,
that must've been it for real.
but you & your mother & your sisters
have all got my love
but if this is where it gets me then please forget me
& leave me with the above;
cause you never saw me on heroin
when I was an experiment.
now just a pirate of rebellion
with something to lament
& I never bad mouthed you, baby
but maybe now I should
cause our lives were never quite as lazy
as your words claimed it would
be & see just like me
I can pretend like you
I'm a torment saint with a mouth full of paint
& we've painted the west blue
I've painted the west blue.
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Moonshiner or whiskey?
they hit me quickly, quicker than my dad
quicker than the fact I'm here alone
Cigarettes & Brandy
they taste like candy
they act like your kids
they taste like the miss I feel when you're gone
now everywhere I go in west Hollywood they've got questions for me there
I can't get no peace even in the woods they've got gypsies who follow me there
& thank christ for Neely
& all the wine she brings she brings she brings
this plastic cup type bleeding is just enough for me
but pardon me if I'm vacant
there's still a lot to shake off
angels can be very vile
& some producers are cross
so if you feel compelled to give me hell won't you please do it well
I've got lamentations that could fill your well but it's a wonder I can feed myself
now that Moonshine's had her baby
the world spins a little less lazy
lover mother hovers in the canyon
the moon shines over Topanga..
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Seattle Bum
03:20
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tell me what's missing & I'll go fetch
tell me anything but don't make me guess
the likelihood that I already know
is just as bright as the sun that's shone
I've been wondering what's the catch
all this perfect living & your golden breath
I hope you had some fun in all that rain
some slick seattle bum took my love away
was your mother aware of such a half-hearted lazy affair?
i wonder did your little sisters see that silent moment
when you betrayed me
in some sad way i hope they did
so they know not all of us are kids
I hope you had your fun in all that rain
some sick seattle bum took my love away
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Hungry
03:17
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like a harvest moon a'rising or San Francisco in my dreams
this mountain that i'm climbing it is not what it seems
& Maggie, I received your letter it made me feel so low
if I end up feeling better you'll be the first to know
like a gypsy in the slums or junkies with no smack
no telling how far we've come or which way to turn back
& Martha, I miss you deadly & all the songs you sing
if I'm ever southbound again you'll be the first I greet
cause I'm stumbling around this country with eyes that look & see
& if you find yourself hungry just know thats best to be
now darling Neely & Jesus Christ are dancing in a hoola hoop
in heroes we trust with Los Angeles at night I'm living some endless loop
now darling Neely & Jesus Christ are dancing in a hoola hoop
seems all the while my whole life I'm living some endless loop.
If I live through this winter I'm gonna call you by a new name,
I'm happy to have drifted to San Francisco cause I got bored of L.A.
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Canyon Lizard Blues #3
04:33
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way up in the canyon
there's a lizard with no tail
a king with no companion
although once she was there
& way down in the valley
there's a helpless rich man's child
who couldn't afford pain that matched his salary
henceforth decides to drown
" it's the end of the world only in america "
that's what Magdalena says 'fore she hopped the 33rd bus
to stranger's strangest Hollywood -
I'd write a novel if I could.
so some sweetheart companion
has sucked you up & left you dry
by not doing what you did & had expected
the beauty on the other side of the sky
so you leave her to her own trinket toys
& hope she comes back in a little while
from her own outer spaces & australian boys
& loves me in that mother haunting style
it's the end of the world only in america
that's what Magdalena says 'fore she hopped the 33rd bus
to stranger's strangest Hollywood -
I'll write a novel if I should.
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(Searching) For Margot
02:43
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such good sense for that lonely marigold,
I'm searching for Margot.
such a Brazilian as this to pick that fruit from the stem
& feed me god knows
I've got some secrets but they're not for sale
I've got my reasons for hanging around
high priestess queen some fire of my dreams,
one hell of a novella.
don't ask me why i can't explain these types of things
just know that I love ya
Hell, we're all just the seasons
changing all the time
everyone's got their reasons for changing their minds .
such good sense for that lonely marigold,
I'm searching for Margot.
such a Brazilian as this to pick that fruit from the stem
& feed me god knows
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French Meow
02:12
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I wanted to write a song for you
I wanted to write a song for you
but when it came time all the words wouldn't rhyme
so I picked up my feet & rambled on
I wanted to catch the next train in line
I wanted to catch the next train in line
but you pulled me aside in need of advice
but instead you just wasted my time
cause you just want a part in my 'play'
yea you just want a part in my play
but oh look at you you're not fit for my revue
so please just let me turn & walk away
I just wanted to get away from you
I wanted to get away from you
but your french meow was enough to make me howl
so I stayed just a minute or two
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Novva
02:16
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Novva I know ya don't really know me,
but babe, I could show you some things.
lately it's been lonesome, L.A.'s gotten colder
& you keep showing up in my dreams
so last night I didn't sleep
such pure parts of me that just want you on a bench with me
with cigarettes to share & stoney eyes to stare at the
people's parade runway
Novva I know ya don't really know me,
but babe, we could have some laughs.
babe, we could have some laughs.
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Song to a Writer
02:45
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& you get lonely but not like this
the ashtray says I need a friend
& you get lonely but not like this
now everywhere I go
every town I stroll through
there's someone that I know
but I always look for you
& damn it gets old carrying your blues
while you've got professors
who dig the way you look
an how you write such nice letters
how you write such nice books
you've got the whole world, babe
who'll take you out to lunch
& you get lonesome
maybe a little like me
but only in the sense
that these souls aren't cheap
& i hope it gets lonesome
without me
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Ennui
02:00
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here's to the Jersey bums
all cold & asleep at dawn
here's to Sir Walter Raleigh, take a look at what you've done.
here's to these Cali kids
all cold & estranged in sand
Hell, I have, I am, i've been them,
brother lend out a hand .
& here's to this country's state
all confused & at mental stake
here's to the thin & the ravens
& all the laws left to break
cause I know too many hungry people
I see restaurants throw away all this food
I know too many wonderful creatures
trapped in something them or someone else construed
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I was waiting on winter to come down,
waiting on spring to pray tell,
I was waiting so long I forgot where I was going
I was waiting on you, as well.
I was waiting on the corner of 3rd & 5th,
waiting around to get high,
was waiting so torn feel like I hadn't been born
& there wasn't any blue in the sky
so I gathered that it must be in my pocket
& I kept it there just for good luck
now when people see me they're either scared or bewared
& the other's they just want to fuck
but I just do my best to keep these drinks in my hand
& my hash pipe at the same time
all these women with their wine & these men in their ties
& these parties that they think are good times
cause I know I'll only end up strolling the roadside,
I know i'll be there whistling a tune,
know I'll be between something nice & mean
singing something about the blues.
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