Jimmy Webb
And so: On Reprise Records (RS 6448) 1971
Met Her On A Plane (3:00) All Night show (3:00) All My Love's Laughter (4:05) Highpockets (5:25) Marionette (2:32) Laspitch (6:02) One Lady (3:30) If Ships Were Made To Sail (2:15) Pocketful Of Keys (4:01) See You Then (4:58)
The times weren't listed on this album, so all times are from what I penned in on the sleeve at the time, so that I could make a real good 8-track!
My favorites on this one were Highpockets, Marionette (which I later learned had another verse that wasn't recorded for this album
but was recorded by Art Garfunkel.) and See You Then. My copy of this album is completely worn out. It has scratches on it from when my kids were small and my wife wasn't paying quite enough attention to them as she should have. So I try to make a good cassette of it and not play the album itself. It's worth it.
guitars by freddy tackett and larry coryell
drums and percussion by ray rich
fender bass and tenor sax by skip mosher
alto sax by tom scott
flute and recorder by francie lauridsen
harmonica by lance ailworth
pinball machine by william f. williams
girls voices by the good sisters--susan
songs, keyboards and arrangements by jimmy webb
conducted by sid sharp
sound and studio by brian ingoldsby-featuring his sidekick terry brown and the mca studio patchboard
stained glass window by jeffrey and inara speeth
cover photo: barry feinstein
art direction: ed thrasher
produced.....
Met Her On A Plane
Met her on a plane
I had forgotten I was made of glass
I watched the cars and crows and cities pass you know
I watched the sun til I was blind now
I tried to drive her from my mind now
But I kept seeing her and I disappearing in the scenery
I was humming mmm mmm
Humming inside
Mmm mmm humming
I was humming inside
She told me of her pain
She did not know that I was hearing her
She did not know that I was nearing her
You know the sun it did remain now
And from the glaciers to the plains now
Her eyes burned bluer then the skies that still exist over Nevada
I was humming
Humming inside
Hmm hmm humming
I was humming inside
All Night Show
Uh uh baby don't you touch that dial
I can prob'ly make it worth your while
I got something that'll fit your style
In my re-found hit-bound top-sound file
Hey you know I'm waitin on the hot line
Yes you know I'm gonna make you feel fine
Yes you know your mind will roll on
It's the big bright black and white ass tight, outa-site all right and every night all night show
Woa it's the all night show
Hey all you cops in your cars
All you dudes in the bars
And so on........
Hey all you midnight blondes
I'm gonna rock you til dawn
We'll go on and go on
Go on and go on
You're up early this evening so you don't need rest
You've got no oral fixation and you don't need to be blessed
The civil defense already gave you your test
So now I'm gonna give you ten of my best
Hey now
You know we're all gonna feel swell
Yes you know we're all gonna get well
Just put your hand on the radio
Cause it's the big bright black and white ass tight outa site all right and every nite all night show
Woa it's the all night show
All My Love's Laughter
All my love's laughter
And all my love's faces
She comes in the morning
Her cloak in her arms
She's following after
The king of all places
And your tenderest warning
Would bruise all her charms
But don't lose your heart to
That beautiful sinner
She walks without shining
Her light now
She stands in the shade
And the sun is there in her
But you'll never know til it's night
All my loves' softness
And all my love's graces
She carries all things
In her tiny white glove
She hides all her lostness
In satins and laces
And everyone says
Everyone says
She's searching for sweet love
But don't try to hold on
To Satan's proud lady
She stands with her flock
All alone on the hill
Her stockings are hung yeah
And her eyes are so shady
She's winning
And you
Never will
Highpockets
With your blue Levi's turned up instead of under
And your striped blue t-shirt washed instead of ironed
Oh you're squinting cause you left your glasses
Lying in on of your classes
Highpockets
Why do you hold your books against your chest
Why don't you ever seem to do your best
Don't you want to be beautiful
Ah yes
Don't you want to make money someday
You're throwing your future away
Highpockets
With your clipboard waving flags of tattered papers
And your one short pencil chewed almost in two
Oh your green stained knees and combat boot shoes
Play newspapers full of good news
Highpockets
Why don't you get a grip upon yourself
Why don't you act like everybody else
Don't you wanna be likable
Ah yes
Don't you want to make money someday
You're thowing your future away
Hightpockets
A boy with your ability
Should already know what he wants to be
But you'll dream about flying and average a C
And go off to war
With your runny nose all red from too much blowing
And your messy homework paper just half done
Oh oh you dropped your lunch bag in the gutter
Ketchup in the peanut butter
Highpockets
Why don't you get a zip up notebook boy
And don't treat the family baby like a toy
Don't you want t o be beautiful
Ah yes
Don't you want to amke money someday
You're thowing your future away
Highpockets
Why don't you go on home
Marionette
Marionette your dress is all wet
Did someone leave you outside in the rain
Or is it the pain
That makes all the puppet tears roll down your cheek
Or does the rood leak
Marionette how could you forget
I told you your bright shining varnish would peel
And how does it feel
With the bright rouge all faded and the smile almost cracked
Now that you've come back
Almost too late
For my hands are much stiffer than they were when first I painted your eyes
Marionette no you're not finished yet
I'll mend you and make you like new
Paint your eyes blue
And make you as young as I was myself
And there on the shelf
You'll sit til the puppet man comes
Around again
Laspitch
Laspitch has the money in this town
He owns the local grocery store
And has controlling interest at the bank
He drives a special limousine
With 38 cent ethyl in the tank
But Laspitch loves the preacher's daughter
Whispered in the Powder Puff Salon
Laspitch loves the preacher's daughter
Went to Tucson
Got a drunk on
Broke out every window in the place
But no one ever says it to his face
Laspitch has the money in this town
His nephew runs the barbershop
Laspitch runs his nephew like a clock
But clocks don't ask the time of day
And everything is steady as old Laspitch goes
But Laspitch loves the preacher's daughter
Scrawled above the pool room urinal
Laspitch loves the preacher's daughter
Went to Newhall
Hit a brick wall
Someone said the wreckage smelled like beer
But no one said it where Laspitch could hear
Meanwhile at the PTA
His wife is giving the door prize away
And Mrs. Kuruthers turns to Mrs. Fields
Poor thing, I guess she doesn't know
But Mrs. Laspitch overhears and smiles
Yes she smiles
All the way home
And everything is steady as old Laspitch goes
Cause Mrs. Laspitch loves the preacher
That's the thing that no one really knows
Mrs. Laspitch loves the preacher
Loves him badly
Need him madly
Clandestine meetings in the baptistry
And Mr. Laspitch simply pays the fee
The fee
One Lady