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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")

Please send any corrections to me
Last revision November 27, 1999


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