1. |
Look On High
04:03
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Came one winter I was on the run,
Been quite a while since I'd seen the sun,
So I packed my bag and got me out of reach,
Next thing I know, I'm in Miami Beach,
I got me a job serving coconut rum
And talking to the tourists there to have some fun,
It was all-night work and did not much pay,
But I'd listen to the ocean just to hear her say,
Look on high, look on high, look on high, look on high -
How this happened, well, I cannot say,
Yeah, lets say I got recruited by the CIA,
I started dressing in an ice cream suit,
Pretending to be working for United Fruit,
I can reveal I knew Papa Doc,
Until Tonton Macoute, they came and locked me up,
But I didn't care, it didn't mean a thing,
Every night I'd hear the seagulls sing,
Look on high, look on high, look on high, look on high -
(chorus)
No matter sick scenes, dark days, bad dreams, look on high -
No matter what shows, who stays, who goes, look on high -
Peyote Kali and I
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2. |
New Orleans Morning
03:25
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Big storm rolled in last night, it was shouting thunder,
And spitting lightning through the sky,
Black clouds from the ocean came growling through the city,
And we went running terrified -
Now the storm has passed and the sky is clear
And the sun begins to rise,
It's a New Orleans morning and I got a new light shining in my eyes -
We'd been speaking hard words, and baby, I am sorry
For acting such a fool,
I woke up on the floorboards, all alone and shaking,
And baby, I was missing you -
You know, the rain walked down the city streets
And now they're shining clean and new,
It's a New Orleans morning and the light is coming through -
The trumpet man down at the corner
Blows a sunshine melody,
It's drifting through the bright air
And it's surely blessing me -
So where you hiding, baby, won't you come forgive me,
Don't you hear my pleading call?
Take a look around you, doncha know the early morning
Will forgive and bless us all? -
When the storm came down and the walls did shake,
We thought the whole wide world would end,
Now it's a bright New Orleans morning, so baby, lets begin again -
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3. |
Joker Moon
03:22
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Joker moon, I saw the girl and I took a chance,
Now you got me hanging from a breaking branch,
But that's what you do, joker moon
Joker moon, singing ballads of Honalee,
You made me see just want I wanted to see,
Yeah, I know you, joker moon
Joker moon, up there grinning with your powdered face
While you bring me to a deep disgrace,
I shoulda seen it coming, joker moon
Tell me why are we so foolish?
Tell me why are the Illusions we hold
So very sweet to behold?
Joker moon, I know what you really are,
So I'll look beyond you to a distant star,
I'll find my hope there, joker moon
Joker moon, I saw you hustling in the gambling hall,
They bet their fortunes and they lost it all,
That's the game you play, joker moon
Tell me why are we so foolish?
Tell me why are the Illusions we hold
So very sweet to behold?
Joker moon, you filled my nights up with hard regrets,
But the world turns and the world forgets,
And so will I, joker moon
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4. |
Silent City
04:06
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They stole the wood
To build the frame
That they live in and in the end
You'd do the same
The squatters come
And the squatters go,
I see their ghosts down by the bitter lake
Inside the moonlight glow
There are no words in Silent City,
They hold their dreams to Silent City
They kneel and pray
By the dirty shore,
Where they come from, it's done,
It doesn't matter anymore
There is no law
In Silent Town,
But they move swift to pick you up
If you have fallen down
There are no streets in Silent City,
The leaves fall down on Silent City
Silent Town peers out from behind a cloud,
Silent Town, only wild hearts allowed
You can push them back,
Try and keep em out of sight,
But if you burn their town they're gonna come around
Inside your dreams tonight
Someday we'll know,
Someday we'll learn
That is where we all come from
And to where we return
There's a beating heart in Silent City,
We'll start again in Silent City
Silent Town peers out from behind a cloud,
Silent Town, only wild hearts allowed,
Moonshineville, you wanna call it that, well, that's okay,
In your dreams, they're coming for you anyway
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5. |
I Am Southbound
03:07
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I am leaving this sad empire,
My train is coming, she's breathing fire,
Kind hearts and true loves are singing sweet inside the wind,
I am southbound, let it begin
My collar's buttoned, my tie is tied,
Got my singing suitcase right by my side,
I am so weary of standing lonely in the cold,
I am southbound, that's where I go
The ticket taker, she's named LaVerne,
I heard her whisper, sonny,
I hope you've learned
Now I'm riding the 905,
C'mon, take that hill, girl, in overdrive,
I'm dreaming Nashville when I hear that whistle go woo-woo,
I am southbound, I'm coming through
My head is freezing, my hands are numb,
But that star above me keeps shining on,
I'll be standing in her golden light this very day,
I am southbound, I'm on my way
I got an apple and chicken crispy fried,
I dont to tell you - this journey's glorified
There's a hallelujah in the trees,
I hear the jubilation of the honey bees,
I'll be jumping, I'll be swinging from that yellow moon,
I am southbound, I'll be there soon
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6. |
Casablanca
04:41
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Step inside my backdoor mind,
See my city on the edge of time,
There is intrigue in the air, but we don't keep secrets there,
Well, I call it Casablanca
I can tell you're on the run,
So come rest beneath the purple sun,
You can plot your schemes at night beneath a million gems of light,
In my dream of Casablanca
Hey Garçon, give my guest here a special table,
Garçon, serve my guest, say, the '42 wine,
Meet Marlene, sleek in her mink and her sable,
Hear her sing a song that weaves like a tropical vine
Hey, there's Ingrid by the door,
I hope Rick don't love her any more,
That's the trouble with down below, I don't always have control,
But that's just life in Casablanca
Listen to the jabberwocky gypsies play,
Go love Fatima in her lavender dress,
Be expecting nothing less that you will come and confess
All your sins in Casablanca
Hey, Fräulein, are you sad, are you lonely?
Your adventure here can be had for a wish
Why not start it off with our house special dinner,
A bed of mystic rice with a Mediterranean fish
There's a swarthy sultan's son,
He plays the nightly casbah drum,
Take closer look and see that the sultan's son is me,
But then I'm everyone in Casablanca
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I heard the rhythm of a wicked rain
Falling like judgment on the coastal plain,
I heard the Blue Train driving through the hills,
I heard her whistle, its a lonely thrill
Black crow is crying, the old dog barks,
Blue Train is coming in a splash of sparks,
Blue Train is coming on an arc of steel,
Only the rain can tell you what I feel
Out on the Blue Train the liquor is free,
Coach car is paneled in mahogany,
O lord, the Blue Train got my head turned 'round,
She left me stranded in a border town
Through the rain and through the mist,
Through the cypress trees she is coming,
In my heart and in my dreams she is ancient drums 'drumming,
Ancient drums 'drumming
Sometimes I'm singing to a big blue sky,
Sometimes I'm looking for a place to die,
Sometimes I fall into a dream so sweet
I see the Blue Train plowing through a sea of wheat
On the hills and on the plains,
On the old bridge a'swaying,
I bow my head at midnight clear
For the prayer that she is praying,
The prayer that she is praying
Tonight baby, you can see by the moon
Two angels standing by an empty tomb,
Deep in the distance near the flare of dawn
I see the Blue Train coming back to take me home
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8. |
Dark Eyed Stranger
02:57
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Oh dark eyed stranger, I've seen you somewhere,
In the smoke of a memory of a long pier in the night air
Oh dark eyed stranger, do you have secrets?
Do you have any wonders to unravel when the sun sets?
You're there, watching all the people pass,
Drinking from a slender glass,
Rising to the light at last
Oh dark eyed stranger, alone and silent,
I feel that I've known you on the far edge of my senses
Oh dark eyed traveller, are you my fortune
Way out on the highway or in the hallways of a mansion?
You're there, reading from a pocketbook,
Dressing with a modern look,
Rising from your shadow nook
Oh dark eyed stranger, you're there and not there,
If you wish me to follow I will follow you anywhere
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The angry waters rush
In the time that is given us,
The sun slips into shade in the time that we are living
The angel turns the page
Into another age
In the time that is given us,
In the time that we are given
Wish we may it were not so
That the sun hangs red and low,
That morning was so long ago, a gray, forgotten memory
Yet we are here and no one else,
Only us and just ourselves
In the time that is given us,
In the time that we are given
Come, my neighbors, look around,
The grinding gears are breaking down,
And soon the only living sound will be the breath of silence
Into this silence we must bend
To grace the night and bless a friend
So that a new world may begin
In the time that we are given
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10. |
Doin' Nothin'
03:33
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No one to see, nowhere to go,
Like a flower I'm turning slowly
To the sun,
I'm just doin' nothin'
I'm walking lost on NoName Street,
And I'm knowing that's where heaven and earth will finally meet
In the rain
When I'm just doin' nothin'
All I see is all I got,
All I have is all I want
I'm gazing out on curving skies,
See the eagle stretch her wings out
As she flys,
You know, she's really doin' nothin'
I live my day and all the while
I'm dreaming like a lone and wayward child
On a summer day
And doin' nothin'
All I see is all I got,
All I have is all I want
Can't be doin' nothin' all the time,
Tomorrow I'm back in the gritty, grueling grind,
I suppose I'll be doin' something
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