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THE ILLUMINATION OF JUDGE ROY BEAN
When you’re the law west of the Pecos
Your life can be a lonely veil of tears
Cause even with a million friends
that you can stack from end to end
You know you’ll never find a jury of your peers
When you’re the law west of the Pecos
Where you’d really like to give your girl the moon
And tipple champagne from her shoe
You know the best you’ll ever do
Is hang her name outside some weather-beaten saloon
When you’re the law west of the Pecos
It’s like you got yourself some tropical disease
But ahh there ain’t nobody knows
Why some are called and some are chose
Or why it seems to run in certain families
Cause my brother took a job in San Diego
That little town has never had a mayor
Kicked along his side until the day he up and died
And then I saddled up and rode away from there
Now I’m the law west of the Pecos
There ain’t nobody mess around with me
Cause with my achin breakin heart
So full of love and full of art
I’m just as sensitive and sad as I can be
Yeah I’m the law west of the Pecos
Gonna ain’t nobody mess around with me
Cause with my achin breakin heart
So full of love and full of art
I’m just as sensitive and sad as I can be
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WHERE IN THE WORLD DOES THE WHOLE WORLD COME FROM?
Spoken: There is a legend from China that the great philosopher Chuang Tzu, fell asleep and had a dream that he was a butterfly. And when he awoke, he could no longer be certain whether he was Chuang Tzu dreaming he was a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming he was Chuang Tzu...
Where in the world does the whole world come from?
Where does the whole world go?
Deep in the sleep of an old man dreaming
Down by the greenwoodsidee-oh
Hush little baby, keep on sleeping
Dream til your dreams come true
If somebody kills the butterfly,
Who’s gonna wake Chuang Tzu?
Who’s gonna wake Chuang Tzu?
Mistress Mary, like a fairy
How does your garden grow?
Under the eyes of a foreign army
Down by the greenwoodsidee-oh
Hush little baby, keep on sleeping
Dream til your dreams come true
If somebody kills the butterfly,
Who’s gonna wake Chuang Tzu?
Who’s gonna wake Chuang Tzu?
After the war when the whole world woke up,
Where did the soldiers go?
Some went to bed and the rest went crazy
Down by the greenwoodsidee-oh
Hush little baby, keep on sleeping
Dream til your dreams come true
If somebody kills the butterfly,
Who’s gonna wake Chuang Tzu?
Who’s gonna wake Chuang Tzu?
Where in the world does the whole world come from?
Where does the whole world go?
Deep in the sleep of an old man dreaming
Down by the greenwoodsidee-oh
Deep in the sleep of an old man dreaming
Down by the greenwoodsidee-oh
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Old Coyote
07:10
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OLD COYOTE
I've been reading all about it in the annals of some ancient lore,
How you were smuggled through the garden by the angel at the basement door,
And while the serpent in the branches held the mother of the world beguiled,
You were pissin' on the Tree of Knowledge while the Good Lord smiled.
Old coyote
Little brother of necessity and the seeker and the sacred clown
Old Coyote
You're the fire in the water and the diamonds in the cold cold ground
On the mountain top with Moses and with Daniel in the lion’s den,
In the bedroom with Delilah – in the hollow in the hearts of men,
On the hill on Friday evening when the soldiers rolled them bones,
In the garden Sunday mornin' when they rolled away the stone.
Old Coyote
On the edges of eternity dancin' through the crack of dawn
Old Coyote
With a pearly white Madonna and the devil with the blue dress on
In the bed between the Travelin' Salesman and the Farmer's Daughter,
At the elbow of the preacher when the wine turned back to water,
In the cabin of a smokin' locomotive on a high speed train,
Between the Tower of Babel and the cities of the plain.
Old Coyote
You're a 30-carat Buddha in a barrel full of old tin cans
Old Coyote
Just a loose screw messin' with the engine of our best laid plans
Now there's an ancient city hidden deep beneath the waves
It was founded on the principles of justice -- and the sweat of slaves
And I heard a lot about it in a New Age gospel hymn
But I ain't ever gonna wade in any water where the fish won't swim.
Old Coyote
In a vertical position while the world walks upside down
Old Coyote
At the center of the circle while the wheel goes round and round.
Now there's a big wind blowin' down the cities from the outlaw trail
You can even hear it whistle in the belly of the great white whale
Hear it howlin' through the desert where Ezekiel saw the wheel
From the breath upon the water to the breaking of the seventh seal.
Is this the end of history or just a wagon full of roses
standin' at the gates of Rome
The devil's army on the deep blue sea
Or just the legions of the lonely only lookin' for the long way home?
'Cause there's an angel with a trumpet
in the graveyard where the night wind groans
Hear it echo from the brothel on the bayou
where the black snake moans
To the Playboy mansion from the penthouse to the pool
From the palace of the kingdom to the alley where the mad dogs rule
Waitin' for the holocaust –
Waitin' for the fire that was promised at the end of time
Waitin' for the Pentecost
Hidin' like a phoenix in the ashes and the ice cold lime
Old Coyote
At the center of the chaos waitin' since the Lord knows when
Old Coyote
Gonna wait a little longer 'til it all comes 'round again
Little brother of necessity – the seeker and the sacred clown
You're the fire in the water and the diamonds in the cold cold ground
A 30-carat Buddha in a barrel full of old tin cans
Just a loose screw messin' with the engine of our best laid plans
Old Coyote
In a vertical position while the world walks upside down
Old Coyote
At the center of the circle while the wheel goes 'round and 'round
Old Coyote
At the center of the circle while the wheel goes 'round and ‘round
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BARNEY RUBBLE MEETS MACK THE KNIFE
It was somewhere over by the river where the deal went down
Just a little bit of murder and a little bit of lost and found
Wasn’t any witness but the moon shine on the wall
Ain’t nobody seen a goddamn thing at all
Ain’t it a shame, ain’t it a sin
Someone shot the circuits out from Bedrock to Berlin
Now a lady waits there lonely to the bone
Crying to the silence of a prehistoric phone
It’s a crime and a pity he was too naive to know
There’s a part of the city where the middle class don’t go
Cause there wasn’t any reason for the killin and there ain’t no rhyme
Just a neolithic tourist on a visa from another time
Ain’t it a shame, ain’t it a sin
Someone shot the circuits out from Bedrock to Berlin
Now a lady waits there lonely to the bone
Crying to the silence of a prehistoric phone
Ain’t it a shame, ain’t it a sin
Someone shot the circuits out from Bedrock to Berlin
Now a lady waits there lonely to the bone
Crying to the silence of a prehistoric phone
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Dreamboat to Paradise
04:38
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DREAMBOAT TO PARADISE
Got no whiskey or apple brandy
But ol man Winkle’s doin dandy
Gonna sleep the decade through
Kinda wish that I could too
How’d it happen I never planned
To get so tired, it’s hard to stand
Tell me how long will it be til my dreamboat comes for me
Mr. Sandman, have a care for the weary everywhere
For the wealthy in the silver sheets
And the children in the streets
Save their bodies from being sold
Bless their shackles of green and gold
Let them slumber and set them free
Let my dreamboat come for me
Over yonder by the green
A blindman’s playing a tambourine
All the righteous done heard the news
Gonna follow his dancin shoes
When I was younger I might have gone
Jingle-jangling to the dawn
Well I’ve got something I gotta see
Where my dreamboat waits for me
One day the General’s horse went lame
When they put on a battle and no one came
Cause the clocks let the cavalry sleep til noon
When the kid with the bugle forgot the tune
Put down the fire it ain’t no toy
Call off the killing, don’t burn that boy
He got another one he can play
If my dreamboat sails away
Well I ain’t been to heaven but I been told
That they got them an avenue paved with gold
But there’s no way to know if they’re right or wrong
And I ain’t even certain that I belong
I may be humble, but I got pride
And if I go up to Paradise, I won’t ride
Go park the chariot in the square
Let my dreamboat sail me there
I may be humble, but I got pride
And if I go up to Paradise, I won’t ride
Go park the chariot in the square
Let my dreamboat sail me there
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If I Don’t Get My Way
03:16
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IF I DON”T GET MY WAY
I don’t wanna go outside, you can’t make me do that
I can’t find my other mitten and the dog just ate my hat
I have to go to the bathroom, I don’t wanna wear these socks
I just wanna stay here, pass the time away here
Playing in the cardboard box
And if I
Don’t get my way
If you don’t let me stay
I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do
Gonna scream like a seagull and bark like a beagle
And pour lemonade in my shoe
Gonna slam me a door, gonna lie on the floor
Gonna hold my breath til I’m blue
Gonna roar like a baby
gorilla then maybe I’ll do something else when I’m through
I didn’t wanna do nothin, not a single thing at all
‘Cept take my older sister’s crayons
And colour on the kitchen wall
I didn’t wanna go nowhere and nobody seemed to care
I didn’t wanna eat my dinner so I’ll put it in my grampa’s hair
Now if I
Don’t get my way
If you don’t let me stay
I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do
Gonna scream like a seagull and bark like a beagle
And pour lemonade in my shoe
Gonna slam me a door, gonna lie on the floor
Gonna hold my breath til I’m blue
Gonna roar like a baby
gorilla then maybe I’ll do something else when I’m through
I don’t wanna go to bed you can’t pull that on me
The sun’s still out, I’m not tired and I wanna watch TV
I wanna story, I want a drink, I wanna be with the big folks too
I wanna hug now, wrestle on the rug now
I wanna kiss from you
And if I
Don’t get my way
If you don’t let me stay
I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do
Gonna scream like a seagull and bark like a beagle
And pour lemonade in my shoe
Gonna slam me a door, gonna lie on the floor
Gonna hold my breath til I’m blue
Gonna roar like a baby
gorilla then maybe I’ll do something else when I’m through
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LIGHTNING NEVER TAKES A LONG TIME
Just like God’s eternal hobo, always waiting for a train
With my pockets full of roses, always waiting for the rain
I was like some crazy outlaw, lookin’ for the perfect crime
Or a word in some old love song, looking for the perfect rhyme
And lightning never takes a long time
It’s just a flash across the sky
Hardly time to say, how are ya?
Never time to say goodbye
And like the sorrow in the silence, reachin’ out to find the song
Like the promise of tomorrow, it’s just the waiting that’s so long
They say nobody saw you shining like a candle in the gloom
And nobody heard the music when you walked around the room
And though the earth declined to tremble when you came in through the door
Like an old tree on a mountain, I was broken to the core
And lightning never takes a long time
It’s just a flash across the sky
Hardly time to say, how are ya?
Never time to say goodbye
And like the sorrow in the silence, reachin’ out to find the song
Like the promise of tomorrow, it’s just the waiting that’s so long
And now the world is all a-wonder, full of things I can’t explain
And on the other side of Eden, Abel’s calling out to Cain
With a word of kind forgiveness – it’s like a bolt out of the blue
Just like I feel that rolling thunder, everytime I look at you
And lightning never takes a long time
It’s just a flash across the sky
Hardly time to say, how are ya?
Never time to say goodbye
And like the sorrow in the silence, reachin’ out to find the song
Like the promise of tomorrow, it’s just the waiting that’s so long
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I’m Going Over
04:59
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I’M GOING OVER
Well I ain’t nobody special, just an ordinary man
I got a cozy little corner on the cosmic plan
So there ain’t a lot of nothin that would strike me as a big surprise
This is a right life's a highway from the cradle to the grave
There’s only three things certain that’s Burma Shave,
I never been to heaven and my true love has green eyes
I’m goin over, across the river to see that Jerden roll
I’m goin over, over to the land of milk and honey
And I ain’t-a gonna pay no toll
Cause I never been invited to a White House ball
I never read much wisdom on an outhouse wall
I never been to heaven and my true love has green eyes
Well I woulda gone to Paris back in 28
But my ma was just a baby and the clock won’t wait
So they had to cancellate the nomination of a Nobel Prize
When Scott Fitzgerald went down to Gertrude Stein
There’s a lost generation but it sure ain’t mine
I ain’t even been to Paris and my true love has green eyes
I’m goin over, across the river to see that Jerden roll
I’m goin over, over to the land of milk and honey
And I ain’t-a gonna pay no toll
And while I mighta done a lotta things I can’t forget
There’s a whole lotta others that I ain’t done yet
I never been to heaven and my true love has green eyes
Still I made a lotta money in a good career
From the northbound brought up til the southbound steer
I was like a fertilizin benefactor of a billion flies
But it got too heavy so I let it go
And now there’s only two things that I know
I never been to heaven and my true love has green eyes
Yeah I know there’s that Burma Shave thing in verse one
But that ain’t exactly something I know
If you could rewind me back to verse one you’d see that I said
Is it’s one of the three certain things it is
I’m goin over, across the river to see that Jerden roll
I’m goin over, over to the land of milk and honey
And I ain’t-a gonna pay no toll
And now I never eat my dinner with the evening news
I never sweep a stable in my Sunday shoes
I never been to heaven and my true love has green eyes
I’s in a past life last life rollin through the void
With some right wing radical and Sigmund Freud
By the time I got a word in there was nothin left to analyze
So they both went downtown followin their bliss
And that’s what I’ve been doin and it all comes down to this:
I never been to heaven and my true love has green eyes
I’m goin over, across the river to see that Jerden roll
I’m goin over, over to the land of milk and honey
And I ain’t-a gonna pay no toll
Now I hardly ever do it if it don’t feel good
I never eat good and healthy like I know I should
I never been to heaven but my true love has green eyes
Yeah I hardly ever do it if it don’t feel good
I never eat good and healthy like I know I should
I never been to heaven but my true love has green eyes
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Man Of Steel
03:12
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MAN OF STEEL
As heart to stone and salt to sea,
As flesh to bone are you to me
The fire’s heat, the ice’s cold
The sugar’s sweet, the miser’s gold
I pawned my watch and chain for you
Sell my horses and my wagon too
Call down the thunder from the mountainside
Honey, I would walk so that you could ride
Her love is fine and love is true
Love is one, love is two
Love’s divine when in the rose
Is held a fuse where the honey flows
So lay me down and love me there
And the dancing flame of your wildin hair
I will kneel and bend me low
Like a man of steel with a heart of snow
So lay me down and love me there
And the dancing flame of your wildin hair
I will kneel and bend me low
Like a man of steel with a heart of snow
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The Old Paul Jones
05:08
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THE OLD PAUL JONES
Gentle voices calling out to lovers just to lead em where their hearts belong
So they come persuadin to the poet just to tangle up his life in song
It’s kinda like the calling of the highway and the answers in the gypsy’s bones
Kinda like the calling of the river to the pilot on the Old Paul Jones
There’s some that say you’re crazy with a bucket full of stars
You’d be better selling buggywhips to motorbikes and cars
Though you’re trading in a wagon full of 20 buck cigars
for the smoke behind the Old Paul Jones
Birth and death, another load of laundry
and the stuff that comes along between
Life’s a way of filling up the hours when there’s nothing on the TV screen
Look alive, along the straight and narrow
keep your eye upon the big red ball
Pick yer stone, but save it for the sparrow
and be certain that you see it in fall
And the questions come as quiet as a whisper to the wise
There's a hush along the levee, the river starts to rise
They watch your disappearance with their disbelievin eyes
Through the smoke behind the Old Paul Jones
Leave em all to a pocket full of watches
and another full of deadman’s gold
But their souls get wrinkled up and full of ice
only when their hearts get old
Leave em til their ossified opinions like nothing let the whole thing go
Spend your day just dancing with the angels
Strumming Dixie on the old banjo
And you never say you’re sorry that it’s gone away too soon
In a dizzy misty history, a sour mash of tunes
Cause you always left it hanging like an old Missouri moon
Through the smoke behind the Old Paul Jones
Comes a time to shuffle off to glory
Comes a time to lay your burden down
You’ll be there still sniffin on the roses
When they lay you in the cold cold ground
Laughing through the awful lamentations for a life so full of misspent years
Singing through the smoke behind the (steamboat) on a river full of mispilled tears
Or he coulda been a cowboy or a railroad engineer
He coulda even been a banker or some other odd career
But we lost him to the music and the words that disappear
In the smoke behind the Old Paul Jones
And the questions come as quiet as a whisper to the wise
There’s a hush along the levee and the river starts to rise
As they watch you disappearin with their disbelievin eyes
Through the smoke behind the Old Paul Jones
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SOMEBODY’S BEEN CALLING OUT MY NAME
Somebody’s been calling out my name
Calling to the crazy moths from deep inside the flame
Was it you, even though we’ve never even kissed
With that something in your voice I can’t resist
Calling me to come until I came
Somebody’s been calling me for years
Haunting me with melodies and singing in my ears
Was it you serenading softer, singing loud
Coming on as quiet as a cloud
Quiet as the rain of all my tears
Walking through a thousand places
Looking at a million faces
Til at last I saw you over there
Exactly where you oughta be
You shoulda been a mystery
Yet you knew exactly what to wear
Oh, somebody’s been calling in the night
Calling out so patiently until they got it right
Was it you, learning how to whistle in the dark
Far away and lonesome as a lark
Lost alone and looking for the light
Somebody’s been calling to my heart
Messin with the balance on my crazy applecart
Was it you, you beside me high upon the wall
Dancing there and daring me to fall
Even if I do and fall apart
Walking through a thousand places
Looking at a million faces
Til at last I saw you over there
Exactly where you oughta be
You shoulda been a mystery
Yet you knew exactly what to wear
Oh, somebody’s been calling out my name
Calling to the crazy moths from deep inside the flame
Was it you, holding out your heart within the glow
Calling me from centuries ago
Calling me to come until I came
Was it you, holding out your heart within the glow
Calling me from centuries ago
Calling me to come until I came
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Daddy’s Gone To Texas
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DADDY’S GONE TO TEXAS
Everything is kind of weird since the clowns and ponies disappeared
Nobody heard them say goodbye and no one saw them go
Everybody’s crying, Lord, it sounds like someone’s dying
So Daddy’s gone to Texas just to find the rodeo
There’s magic in that rope he swings, he made it out of dragon’s wings
A love as rare as angel’s eggs or Alabama snow
He saddled up and gone to ride beyond the land where heroes died
Daddy’s gone to Texas just to see the Alamo
Don’t you worry little sister, you’ll be safe from that old twister
Out there with a posse, you’ll be searching high and low
The clowns and ponies might be there, prancin in that prairie air
Daddy’s gone to Texas just to chase the buffalo
How could Daddy be so dumb – it’s right here in this book
The buffalo ran away, why’d he have to go and look?
Truth gets tangled up in dreams, like shiny rocks and mountain streams
And Daddy’s gotta do the things that Daddy’s gotta do
Here’s a song so full of smiles you can hear it two whole thousand miles
Daddy’s gone to Texas but his heart’s still here with you
Daddy’s gone to Texas but his heart’s still here with you
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The Petals
08:01
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THE PETALS
Come with me and be my love and we'll go high above the city
to the mountains where the olden rivers run
and I'll lay for you a table just as fine as I am able there
to eat the golden apples of the sun
And it'll be you and me, honey, at the dawn of all creation
watching God set down the needle in the groove
and we'll both just sit and gaze into the empty face of darkness
till we notice something move
Where the necessity of sin has yet to blossom or begin
though you can feel the heavy purpose in the air
as in the beauty of His grace He comes to look upon your face
and kiss the petals on the flowers in your hair
Come with me and be my love, oh lay me down among the lilies
lay beside me like an autumn afternoon
Lay beside me till I shiver in that place inside the river
where you hide the silver apples of the Moon
And it'll be you and me, honey, at the fall of Rome
and off in China at the building of the wall
and with an unknown soldier who was buried with the king
for running naked with a message down the hall
to tell them Pharaoh's drunken army wasn't even after Moses
they were looking for the answer everywhere
to the riddle of the sphinx; it's not where anybody thinks –
it's in the petals on the flowers in your hair
So come with me and be my lover in the shadow of the furnace
where another holy chamber used to be
and a chilly wind's still blowing there to keep the embers glowing
in the ashes of some other century
And it'll be you and me, honey, at the burning of St. Joan
pulling meaning from a senseless sacrifice
like a pair of lonely pilgrims on our way to find forgiveness
in a place between the fire and the ice
And the streets are all embarrassed at the sound of her confession
and there's incense in the smoke that fills the square
as the smell of holy flesh from Burgundy to Bangladesh
recalls the petals on the flowers in your hair
Then come with me and be my love
and we'll go round and round the riddle
whether God should be a Lady or a Lord
or if a fate not fully flowered was protecting Mr. Howard
or rehearsing in the hands of Robert Ford
And it'll be you and me, honey there in Northfield, Minnesota
where the living ended bloodied up in chains
and as we drag them from the streets
we'll be ashamed to tell the dying
that they maybe should have stuck to robbing trains
And though love is like a river, you can never really break it
you can shape it on the anvil of despair
and is there still a trace of lead there on the fingers of the dead
that pull the petals from the flowers in your hair
Then come with me and be my love,
oh give me hope and give me shelter
lay me down between the lion and the lamb
See me safely through the slaughter,
down beside the peaceful waters there
and love me till I don't know who I am
And it'll be you and me at the apocalypse, honey
as the world goes up in flames
and everybody acts surprised; they got that look there in their eyes
but there's a man been going round just taking names
And it looks like Rhett and Scarlet with the burning of Atlanta
in the background on some old-time movie screen
or like Warren Beatty and Diane Keaton
all wrapped up in each other's arms
while a movie orchestra plays "The Internationale"
and in the background the Bolsheviks are busy taking the city
and they're so wrapped up in each other
they don't even seem to notice
and you gotta wonder – if that's what he was really doing –
how John Reed ever even wrote "Ten Days That Shook the World"
And it's a long way back to 1917
And there ain't no second coming, ain't no comes the revolution
just a rainbow sign dissolving the air
Time was but time shall be no more,
there's no more peace and no more war
and no more petals on the flowers in your hair
Until there's you and me, honey, at another new creation
Watching God set down the needle in the groove
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