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B-Sides, Soundtracks, Etc.THERE'S A HOUSE IN THE FOREST(?) [From a pediatric AIDS benefit album of lullabies; transcription comes from a performance on a 1990 VH1 special] There's a house in the forest With snow all around it and a light In a window where no light should be 'cause Baby's crying his voice it is drifting down a hall to his mama, wrapped in darkness, asleep Now Mama is waking, the time she's checking As she leaves the side of her man deep in sleep In her arms now is Baby but she can't help but worry that in his dreams he's seeing what no child should see There's a house in the forest With snow all around it and a peace Like a blanket, covers all those who sleep | |||
DEAD FLOWERS (Mick Jagger and Keith Richards) [B-Side to `Sun Comes Up...' and other singles] Well, when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talking to some rich folk that you know Well, I hope you won't see me in my ragged company 'cause you know I could never be alone Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground and you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding and I won't forget to put roses on your grave Well, when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon and another girl to take my pain away Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground and you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding and I won't forget to put roses on your grave Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground and you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the U.S. mail Say it with dead flowers in my wedding and I won't forget to put roses on your grave No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave | |||
CAPTAIN KIDD (Traditional, lyrics as recorded by Pete Seeger) [B-Side to `Sun Comes Up...' and other singles] My name was Captain Kidd, when I sailed, when I sailed My name was Captain Kidd, when I sailed, when I sailed and so wickedly I did God's laws I did forbid I roamed from sound to sound, and many ships I've found I roamed from sound to sound, and many ships I've found and that night I saw (____?) I murdered William Moore and I laid him in his gore I murdered William Moore and I laid him in his gore and this I did to him A-many leagues from shore Farewell to young and old, the jolly sea (___?) Farewell to young and old, the jolly sea (___?) and welcome to my (___?) and the open (___?) door Farewell to London town and the pretty girls around Farewell to London town and the pretty girls around My friends (____?) in the garden can be found Farewell, for I must die, I must die, I must die Farewell, for I must die, I must die, I must die and in my own misery I must lie, I must lie I must lie, must lie, must lie, must lie | |||
TIRED EYES (Neil Young) Copyright Silver Fiddle Music [From "Out of the Blue: An Acoustic Tribute to Neil Young"] Well, he shot four men in a cocaine deal and he left them lyin' in an open field Full of old cars with bullet holes in the mirrors He tried to do his best but he could not Please take my advice, please take my advice Open up your tired eyes, open up your tired eyes Well, it wasn't supposed to go down that way But they burned his brother They left him lying in the driveway They let him down with nothin' He tried to do his best but he could not Please take my advice, please take my advice Open up your tired eyes, open up your tired eyes Well, tell me more, tell me more, tell me more I mean was he a heavy doper or was he just a loser? He was a friend of yours What do you mean, he had bullet holes in his mirrors? He tried to do his best but he could not Please take my advice, please take my advice Open up your tired eyes, open up your tired eyes Please take my advice, please take my advice Open up your tired eyes, open up your tired eyes | |||
RITUAL (Michael Timmins) [Theme song to the Canadian TV show "Liberty St."] Today's the day that the world becomes my oyster Today's the day that I've set aside To find a place in the new sunshine Today's the day that I start using my voice, sir Today's the day that I crack that shell and probe it for a pearl or two Today's the day, `cause that's my choice, sir | |||
LOST MY DRIVING WHEEL (David Wiffen) [From the "Born to Choose" benefit album] Just came up on the midnight special Hey, how 'bout that My car broke down in Texas she stopped dead in her tracks Just called to tell you that I need you Just called to tell you how I feel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel They took my money on the night train north What a terrible thing I gave my promise that I will be there with you by Saturday night I want to tell you that I need you I need to tell you how I feel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel You can't say much in a phone call, babe You know how it is I have to tell you one sure thing Oh, won't you listen to this I want to tell you that I love you, babe I want to tell you just how I feel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel Some old engine that's lost my driving wheel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel | |||
IN THE LONG RUN (Brodie Lodge, of The Corndogs) Copyright Lodge Music, SOCAN [B-side to `A Common Disaster'] She writes him a letter to see how he's doing She's stopped up for words on a pen she keeps chewing The light from the window flows through her graying hair The pen on the page is the proof that she still does care 'Cause in the long run the story's told and in the long run the young grow very, very old He sits in the park in the dark by his favourite tree His mind is all lost in a haze of how things used to be She carried him so far but then had to let him go He wanted one more chance at least to let her know 'Cause in the long run the heat grows cold and in the long run the young grow very, very old He doesn't do much now, just sits by the window light His hair is so long and his unshaven face so white His heart feels a part of the breeze that is blowing outside His eyes now see magic around him at most times 'Cause in the long run the story's told and in the long run the young grow very, very old She walks in the morning, it's best before seven It's that time of day that seems closest to heaven She finds herself dancing and singing songs out loud Songs from her childhood suddenly come around 'Cause in the long run the farm gets sold and in the long run the young grow very, very old He's ready to go now, he's done with his living He's gone where he's going, he gave what he's giving The thousand and one times, he (said?) before dinner The thousand and two times, (their lives?) growing thinner 'Cause in the long run the story's told and in the long run the young grow very, very old | |||
CARMELITA (Fred J. Eaglesmith) Copyright Bash Music (adm. by Bluewater Music Corporation), ASCAP [B-Side to `Angel Mine'] Down along the railroad track I ran into my old friend Jack He was dressed in his Sunday best but his face was mad and his eyes was a daze He said `I lost Marina and the last place that I'd seen her she was making off with my best friend' I took him to the water I spent fifty dollars on something that would take him to the moon Well he must have gone to heaven cuz just before I left him I tried to wake him up but he would not move So come on Carmelita, you drunk too much and I can see that soon you're gonna need a breath of air We'll dance across the wheat fields There's a place I know just east of here It wouldn't take too long to (____?) We'll sleep out on the ground and in the morning when we wake up we'll leave town And I picked my last tobacco leaf Soaking wet up to my knees out there before the sun has (arise?) You can have a drink of water but don't you look at my daughter or I'll come down there and cut you with this knife So come on Carmelita You drunk too much and I can see that soon you're gonna need a breath of air We'll dance across the wheat fields There's a place I know just east of here It wouldn't take too long to (____?) There ain't any flat, man but if you are a black man they'll put you on a plane back from where you're from We'll sleep out on the ground and in the morning when we wake up we'll leave town | |||
LET ME CALL YOU SWEETHEART (Beth Slater Whitson/Leo Friedman) Copyright Rigel/Skyvision-Partners [From the soundtrack to the movie "The Sadness of love"] Let me call you sweetheart I'm in love with you Let me hear you whisper That you love me, too Keep the love-light glowing* In your eyes please do* Let me call you sweetheart I'm in love with you (* Margo changes the original "glowing" for "burning" and "please do" for "so true") | |||
OOH LAS VEGAS (Gram Parsons/Rik Grech) Copyright Wait & See Music [From "The Reurn Of The Grievous Angel - Tribute to Gram Parsons" Thanks to Andrew, Linda, Amy and Ralph for the transription.] Ooh, Las Vegas Ain't no place for a poor girl like me Ooh, Las Vegas Ain't no place for a poor girl like me Every time I hit your crystal city you know you're gonna make a wreck outta me Well, the first time I lose I drink whiskey Second time I lose I drink gin Third time I lose I drink anything 'cause I think I'm gonna win Ooh, Las Vegas Ain't no place for a poor girl like me, no Ooh, Las Vegas Ain't no place for a poor girl like me Every time I hit your Crystal City you know you're gonna make a wreck outta me Well, the Queen of Spades is a friend of mine The Queen of Hearts, she's a bitch Someday when I clean up my mind I'll find out which is which Ooh, Las Vegas Ain't no place for a poor girl like me Ooh, Las Vegas Ain't no place for a poor girl like me Every time I hit your Crystal City you know you're gonna make a wreck outta me Well, I spend all night with the dealer Tryin' to get ahead Spend all day at the Holiday Inn Tryin' to get out of bed Ooh, Las Vegas Ain't no place for a poor girl like me Ooh, Las Vegas Ain't no place for a poor girl like me Every time I hit your Crystal City you know you're gonna make a wreck outta me (Margo obviously changes the original "boy" for "girl") | |||
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