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      She just sit there facin’ the hill

      She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

      Now, he’s hell-bent for destruction, he’s afraid and confused

      And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill

      All he believes are his eyes

      And his eyes, they just tell him lies

      But there’s a woman on my block

      Sitting there in a cold chill

      She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

      Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker

      Heartbreaker, backbreaker

      Leave no stone unturned

      May be an actor in a plot

      That might be all that you got

      ’Til your error you clearly learn

      Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool

      And when he sees his reflection, he’s fulfilled

      Oh, man is opposed to fair play

      He wants it all and he wants it his way

      Now, there’s a woman on my block

      She just sit there as the night grows still

      She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

      BLIND WILLIE MCTELL

      Seen the arrow on the doorpost

      Saying, “This land is condemned

      All the way from New Orleans

      To new Jerusalem”

      I traveled through East Texas

      Where many martyrs fell

      And I can tell you one thing

      Nobody can sing the blues

      Like Blind Willie McTell

      Well, I heard that hoot owl singing

      As they were taking down the tents

      The stars above the barren trees

      Were his only audience

      Them charcoal gypsy maidens

      Can strut their feathers well

      And I can tell you one thing

      Nobody can sing the blues

      Like Blind Willie McTell

      There’s a woman by the river

      With some fine young handsome man

      He’s dressed up like a squire

      Bootlegged whiskey in his hand

      Some of them died in the battle

      Some of them survived as well

      And I can tell you one thing

      Nobody can sing the blues

      Like Blind Willie McTell

      Well, God is in His heaven

      And we all want what’s His

      But power and greed and corruptible seed

      Seem to be all that there is

      I’m gazing out the window

      Of the St. James Hotel

      And I can tell you one thing

      Nobody can sing the blues

      Like Blind Willie McTell

      TIGHT CONNECTION TO MY HEART (HAS ANYBODY SEEN MY LOVE)

      Well, I had to move fast

      And I couldn’t with you around my neck

      I said I’d send for you and I did

      What did you expect?

      My hands are sweating

      And we haven’t even started yet

      I’ll go along with the charade

      Until I can think my way out

      I know it was all a big joke

      Whatever it was about

      Someday maybe

      I’ll remember to forget

      I’m gonna get my coat

      I feel the breath of a storm

      There’s something I’ve got to do tonight

      You go inside and stay warm

      Has anybody seen my love

      Has anybody seen my love

      Has anybody seen my love

      I don’t know

      Has anybody seen my love?

      You want to talk to me

      Go ahead and talk

      Whatever you got to say to me

      Won’t come as any shock

      I must be guilty of something

      You just whisper it into my ear

      Madame Butterfly

      She lulled me to sleep

      In a town without pity

      Where the water runs deep

      She said, “Be easy, baby

      There ain’t nothin’ worth stealin’ in here”

      You’re the one I’ve been looking for

      You’re the one that’s got the key

      But I can’t figure out whether I’m too good for you

      Or you’re too good for me

      Has anybody seen my love

      Has anybody seen my love

      Has anybody seen my love

      I don’t know

      Has anybody seen my love?

      Well, they’re not showing any lights tonight

      And there’s no moon

      There’s just a hot-blooded singer

      Singing “Memphis in June”

      While they’re beatin’ the devil out of a guy

      Who’s wearing a powder-blue wig

      Later he’ll be shot

      For resisting arrest

      I can still hear his voice crying

      In the wilderness

      What looks large from a distance

      Close up ain’t never that big

      Never could learn to drink that blood

      And call it wine

      Never could learn to hold you, love

      And call you mine

      DARK EYES

      Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside

      They’re drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide

      I live in another world where life and death are memorized

      Where the earth is strung with lovers’ pearls and all I see are dark eyes

      A cock is crowing far away and another soldier’s deep in prayer

      Some mother’s child has gone astray, she can’t find him anywhere

      But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise

      Whom nature’s beast fears as they come and all I see are dark eyes

      They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes

      They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I’m sure it is

      But I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized

      All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes

      Oh, the French girl, she’s in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel

      Hunger pays a heavy price to the falling gods of speed and steel

      Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies

      A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes

      BROWNSVILLE GIRL

      (with Sam Shepard)

      Well, there was this movie I seen one time

      About a man riding ’cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck

      He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself

      The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck

      Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp

      As the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath

      “Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square

      I want him to feel what it’s like to every moment face his death”

      Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in

      And you know it blows right through me like a ball and chain

      You know I can’t believe we’ve lived so long and are still so far apart

      The memory of you keeps callin’ after me like a rollin’ train

      I can still see the day that you came to me on the painted desert

      In your busted down Ford and your platform heels

      I could never figure out why you chose that particular place to meet

      Ah, but you were right. It was perfect as I got in behind the wheel

      Well, we drove that car all night into San Anton’

      And we slept near the Alamo, your skin was so tender and soft

      Way down in Mexico you went out to find a doctor and you never came back

      I would have gone on after you but I did
    n’t feel like letting my head get blown off

      Well, we’re drivin’ this car and the sun is comin’ up over the Rockies

      Now I know she ain’t you but she’s here and she’s got that dark rhythm in her soul

      But I’m too over the edge and I ain’t in the mood anymore to remember the times when I was your only man

      And she don’t want to remind me. She knows this car would go out of control

      Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls

      Teeth like pearls shining like the moon above

      Brownsville girl, show me all around the world

      Brownsville girl, you’re my honey love

      Well, we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards Amarillo

      We pulled up where Henry Porter used to live. He owned a wreckin’ lot outside of town about a mile

      Ruby was in the backyard hanging clothes, she had her red hair tied back. She saw us come rolling up in a trail of dust

      She said, “Henry ain’t here but you can come on in, he’ll be back in a little while”

      Then she told us how times were tough and about how she was thinkin’ of bummin’ a ride back to from where she started

      But ya know, she changed the subject every time money came up

      She said, “Welcome to the land of the living dead.” You could tell she was so broken hearted

      She said, “Even the swap meets around here are getting pretty corrupt”

      “How far are y’all going?” Ruby asked us with a sigh

      “We’re going all the way ’til the wheels fall off and burn

      ’Til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasin dies”

      Ruby just smiled and said, “Ah, you know some babies never learn”

      Something about that movie though, well I just can’t get it out of my head

      But I can’t remember why I was in it or what part I was supposed to play

      All I remember about it was Gregory Peck and the way people moved

      And a lot of them seemed to be lookin’ my way

      Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls

      Teeth like pearls shining like the moon above

      Brownsville girl, show me all around the world

      Brownsville girl, you’re my honey love

      Well, they were looking for somebody with a pompadour

      I was crossin’ the street when shots rang out

      I didn’t know whether to duck or to run, so I ran

      “We got him cornered in the churchyard,” I heard somebody shout

      Well, you saw my picture in the Corpus Christi Tribune. Underneath it, it said, “A man with no alibi”

      You went out on a limb to testify for me, you said I was with you

      Then when I saw you break down in front of the judge and cry real tears

      It was the best acting I saw anybody do

      Now I’ve always been the kind of person that doesn’t like to trespass but sometimes you just find yourself over the line

      Oh if there’s an original thought out there, I could use it right now

      You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain’t sayin’ much. I could feel a whole lot better

      If you were just here by my side to show me how

      Well, I’m standin’ in line in the rain to see a movie starring Gregory Peck

      Yeah, but you know it’s not the one that I had in mind

      He’s got a new one out now, I don’t even know what it’s about

      But I’ll see him in anything so I’ll stand in line

      Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls

      Teeth like pearls shining like the moon above

      Brownsville girl, show me all around the world

      Brownsville girl, you’re my honey love

      You know, it’s funny how things never turn out the way you had ’em planned

      The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter is that his name wasn’t Henry Porter

      And you know there was somethin’ about you baby that I liked that was always too good for this world

      Just like you always said there was somethin’ about me you liked that I left behind in the French Quarter

      Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content

      I don’t have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I’m gone

      You always said people don’t do what they believe in, they just do what’s most convenient, then they repent

      And I always said, “Hang on to me, baby, and let’s hope that the roof stays on”

      There was a movie I seen one time, I think I sat through it twice

      I don’t remember who I was or where I was bound

      All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck, he wore a gun and he was shot in the back

      Seems like a long time ago, long before the stars were torn down

      Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls

      Teeth like pearls shining like the moon above

      Brownsville girl, show me all around the world

      Brownsville girl, you’re my honey love

      EVERYTHING IS BROKEN

      Broken lines, broken strings

      Broken threads, broken springs

      Broken idols, broken heads

      People sleeping in broken beds

      Ain’t no use jiving, ain’t no use joking

      Everything is broken

      Broken bottles, broken plates

      Broken switches, broken gates

      Broken dishes, broken parts

      Streets are filled with broken hearts

      Broken words never meant to be spoken

      Everything is broken

      Seem like every time you stop and turn around

      Something else just hit the ground

      Broken cutters, broken saws

      Broken buckles, broken laws

      Broken bodies, broken bones

      Broken voices on broken phones

      Take a deep breath, feel like you’re chokin’

      Everything is broken

      Every time you leave and go off someplace

      Things fall to pieces in my face

      Broken hands on broken ploughs

      Broken treaties, broken vows

      Broken pipes, broken tools

      People bending broken rules

      Hound dog howling, bullfrog croaking

      Everything is broken

      RING THEM BELLS

      Ring them bells, ye heathen

      From the city that dreams

      Ring them bells from the sanctuaries

      ’Cross the valleys and streams

      For they’re deep and they’re wide

      And the world’s on its side

      And time is running backwards

      And so is the bride

      Ring them bells St. Peter

      Where the four winds blow

      Ring them bells with an iron hand

      So the people will know

      Oh it’s rush hour now

      On the wheel and the plow

      And the sun is going down

      Upon the sacred cow

      Ring them bells Sweet Martha

      For the poor man’s son

      Ring them bells so the world will know

      That God is one

      Oh the shepherd is asleep

      Where the willows weep

      And the mountains are filled

      With lost sheep

      Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf

      Ring them bells for all of us who are left

      Ring them bells for the chosen few

      Who will judge the many when the game is through

      Ring them bells, for the time that flies

      For the child that cries

      When innocence dies

      Ring them bells St. Catherine

      From the top of the room

      Ring them from the fortress

      For the lilies that bloom

      Oh the lines are long

      And the fighting is str
    ong

      And they’re breaking down the distance

      Between right and wrong

      SHOOTING STAR

      Seen a shooting star tonight

      And I thought of you

      You were trying to break into another world

      A world I never knew

      I always kind of wondered

      If you ever made it through

      Seen a shooting star tonight

      And I thought of you

      Seen a shooting star tonight

      And I thought of me

      If I was still the same

      If I ever became what you wanted me to be

      Did I miss the mark or overstep the line

      That only you could see?

      Seen a shooting star tonight

      And I thought of me

      Listen to the engine, listen to the bell

      As the last fire truck from hell

      Goes rolling by

      All good people are praying

      It’s the last temptation, the last account

      The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount

      The last radio is playing

      Seen a shooting star tonight

      Slip away

      Tomorrow will be

      Another day

      Guess it’s too late to say the things to you

      That you needed to hear me say

      Seen a shooting star tonight

      Slip away

      DIGNITY

      Fat man lookin’ in a blade of steel

      Thin man lookin’ at his last meal

      Hollow man lookin’ in a cottonfield

      For dignity

      Wise man lookin’ in a blade of grass

      Young man lookin’ in the shadows that pass

      Poor man lookin’ through painted glass

      For dignity

      Somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve

      Somebody said dignity was the first to leave

      I went into the city, went into the town

      Went into the land of the midnight sun

      Searchin’ high, searchin’ low

      Searchin’ everywhere I know

      Askin’ the cops wherever I go

      Have you seen dignity?

      Blind man breakin’ out of a trance

      Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance

      Hopin’ to find one circumstance

      Of dignity

      I went to the wedding of Mary Lou

      She said, “I don’t want nobody see me talkin’ to you”

      Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew

      About dignity

      I went down where the vultures feed

      I would’ve gone deeper, but there wasn’t any need

     


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