1. |
No Easy Way to Go
02:36
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Don’t you look at me that way John Dillinger
I’ve seen you smiling stretched out on the street
Well you really gave ‘em hell gave it to a lot of men
Now they’ve all come back to pick your body clean
CHO: No no there ain’t no easy way to go
No no there ain’t no easy way to go
No no there ain’t no easy way to go
But when I’m gone I won’t be round no more
I’ve spent a lifetime chained down in the cave
I’ve spent a lifetime on death row
Where the dead all drop like lead while all the living weep and wail
Where there really ain’t no easy way to go
No no &c.
So stop your silly grinning now John Dillinger
You think you are the master of the game
Well you were the biggest member of the ten most wanted list
But now you’ve shrunk right down into your name
No no &c.
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2. |
Auditory Man
03:22
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I am an auditory man
I do not understand the optical machine
I am not present in the scene of being seen
I am an auditory man
I am a listening device
I hear what you’re saying you don’t have to tell me twice
I name the numbers from the rattle of the dice
I am a listening device
Oh but I am one for whom all sounds make sense
Sizzle of a steak and the rattle of the bones
Grandfather clocks tell tolling out like Big Bens
Ringing chime of power saws and diesel on the roll
Distant howl of hounds who answer sirens on patrol
I cannot she what dress she wore
I can’t even see the flowers hanging in the trees
Facial expressions to deny or to displease
I cannot see what dress she wore
Oh I am one for whom all sounds make sense
Big hall hollers and the noble saxophone
High bird callers and the voice that calls me home
I am an auditory man
I love you talking dirty on the telephone
I love to hear my baby make delicious moan
I am an auditory man
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3. |
Adagio
00:09
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4. |
Stupid Song
01:29
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Stupid feeling stupid song
Stupid singer stupid song
I got no feeling in my tongue
This is the worst song ever sung
Stupid feeling stupid song
Stupid singer stupid song
I got no feeling in my brain
Not smart enough to go insane
Stupid feeling stupid song
Stupid singer stupid song
Stupid song stupid song
Stupid song stupid song
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5. |
Gigue
00:06
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Up in Atlanta stands a stunted pine tree next to Briarcliff Road
But upon the pine wisteria all riotously grows
Its flowers clustered like the grape but hanging empty hanging dry
As the wisteria flourishes the Georgia pine tree dies
And right up to the ruined KFC all gutted once with fire
Through the pine and the wisteria runs electrical wire
And a mockingbird alight upon that Georgia Power line
Flings his soul abroad in strains of unpremeditated rhyme
You people cherish every failure you think each sin makes you more human
See yourself see yourself
No joy no sorrow yeah but only naked triumph tells me that
The little bird fancies himself an aristocrat
He looks so strong he looks so dapper in his uniform of grey
And it was given me to translate what I heard the singer say
You love your jim crow republic you love your rotten old lost cause
Your wretched oaths and hateful contracts your filthy bills of sale
See yourself see yourself
The cars swerve by they’re all sealed up they neither hear nor do they see
The pine tree or the singer or the ruined KFC
Or how you’ve got to kill the past before the future can arrive
Or how all smothered up in beauty Georgia pine tree struggles to survive
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7. |
Nightingale
03:30
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8. |
Tarantella
00:20
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9. |
Hey Jo (Gin Sno Cone)
02:56
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Hey Jo I pressed you a twenty in your hand
Hey Jo I just pressed you a twenty in your hand
You know that’s legal and it’s tender everywhere across the land
Hey Jo take that pipe out of your mouth
Hey Jo take that stump of a pipe out of your mouth
You better pass it on around Jo baby before you’re all run out
Jo’s got echolocation always knows where you are
Telescopical vision Jo can see from afar
Jo can pick every lock always get you inside
Keep a truck in the lane make a lane nine miles wide
Hey Jo don’t forget to bring the snacks
Once you let go a twenty you can bet it ain’t never coming back
There goes Jo searching all the pastures all around
There goes Jo searching all the pastures all around
He's never satisfied until all the fungus be found
Hey Jo Where you going with that fungus in your hand
There goes Jo there goes Jo
Taking all the the fungus in the land
Hey Jo There goes Jo . . .
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Louder Than Dirt Atlanta, Georgia
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