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Hunger March
03:26
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HUNGER MARCH
the poorer the singer
the richer the song
some days we eat
some days we don't
march on through your hunger
they're beating back the crowds
into the old town
we steal your empty bottles
make bovril in the puddles
never google gogol
or they'll check your file
night on bald mountain
without winter shoes
breadline to the moon
the poorer the singer
the richer the song
this song is food for all
mothers and their orphans
washing on the shore
obesity is fiction
the stench of piss is strong
nothing cures the hunger
no matter how much food
a common lad consumes
in the church of the spilled blood
or the holy potato
children stick their tongues out
for the demon wafer of monsanto
the gods are drinking gravol
watch out they don't peuk
get up off your pews
the poorer the singer
the richer the song
this song is food for all
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2. |
White Peasant Wine
02:25
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WHITE PEASANT WINE
white peasant wine in the afternoon sunshine
followed by a plate of pie and liver pate
the groom and bride and our families and friends
seated on a picnic table by the highway
a ferris wheel has come to life upon the isle of rose
so let us climb upon its heels and leave our woes below
leave your worries all alone
white peasant wine it goes down so very fine
let us row the groom and bride towards the island
and once we’re there
in the evening gypsy air
we shall ride upon the ferris wheel in silence
a ferris wheel has come to life upon the isle of rose
so let us climb upon its heels and leave our lives alone
leave your worries below
white peasant wine in the afternoon sunshine
now a simple feast of life is fast upon us
white peasant wine for the happy groom and bride
let them step into this life’s triumphant chorus
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FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE OLD WORLD AGAIN
it’s easy to say
that you have no regrets
it's easy to play the part of the old laureate
now I’m strolling around the old grounds
i’ve worn the right boots
and i’ve painted my claws
at times i have tried to fit in
with that circle of whores
as they circled around the old town
i’m falling in love with the old world again
i’m due for another birth
but i’m not ready yet
i'm walking away to the old sea again
i‘m standing outside the door
of your old address
so don’t you try to stop me when i’m falling
for the old world once again
i can see when i am not wanted
i’m falling in love with the old world again
with the old world again
i’ve been here before
and i’ve shaken that hand
i’m always intensely aware of the foul liver stench of my fellow man
i can see that I’m starting to offend
so i’ll stay overnight
in the etruscan room
i’ll stare at those stone eggs for hours
till the high school bus tours resume
then I’ll slip out a back exit door
i’m falling in love with the old world again
i’m due for another birth
but i’m not ready yet
i'm walking away to the old sea again
i‘m standing outside the door
of our old address
so don’t you try to stop me when i’m falling
for the old world once again
i can see when i am not wanted
i’m falling in love with the old world again
with the old world again
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4. |
Tramps Of St. Petersburg
01:26
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TRAMPS OF ST. PETERSBURG
here come the tramps
of st. petersburg
diggin your lawns at night
here come the tramps
like a flock of birds
down the i-75
they’ve come to dance
in daytona beach
stealin your real estate signs
here come the tramps
of st. petersburg
they're licking your dogs and cats
here come the tramps
what a skinny herd
sneaking into the backs of
of walt disney world
in their tattered rags
stinking of fish and gas
here come the tramps
of st. petersburg
they're budding into the line
and stealing hats
and they never work
the happiest men alive
here comes the tramps
call the governor
they’re spreading disease and fire
they’ve come to dance
on the putting greens
they’re pissing wherever they please
here come the tramps
screaming russian verse
sneaking across state lines
here come the tramps
here come the tramps
here come the tramps
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5. |
Poor Vacation Town
01:59
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POOR VACATION TOWN
the gypsies wash their franchise hands
their wives are wrapped in scarves
their children hand out happy meals
through windows in the dark
we head out on the old shrimp boat
come back with haunted eyes
the sea shall still obey the moon
now ever since the spill it’s been a poor vacation town
finger in the fire
shrimp is on the grill but there’s a body in the lounge
frozen jambalaya
sweet chlorine pneumonia
has hit the motel strip
the chambermaids of yesteryear
have gathered on the bridge
i ride my horse around the pool
where swimsuit mourners cry
on their spring break bohemia
ever since the spill it’s been a poor vacation town
finger in the fire
shrimp is on the grill but there’s a body in the lounge
frozen jambalaya
finger in the fire but now the fire is burning out
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ALL ABOARD ON THE SWEET JERSEY SHORE
been livin on beans
been livin so poor
atlantic city
well it ain’t what it was
now i’m falling off
the wagon of my dreams
i’m looking for work
i'm shaving my neck
the old preacher said
that they’re looking for a crew
on the sweet jersey shore
good men to go sea
and it’s all aboard on the sweet jersey shore
sailing away on a spiritual war
waving goodbye to my ma and my pa
hope that it’s gonna pan out
yeah it's all aboard on the sweet jersey shore
sailin away with the spiritual war
headin on back to the old land of yore
hope that it’s goin to pan out
i'm hopin it's goin to pan out
headin out headin out on a spiritual war
hope that's it's goin to pan out
sailin out sailin out on the sweet jersey shore
i’m giving the deck a new coat of paint
i’m lighting my pipe
and i’m thinking about what’s under the waves
white whale of my dreams
now the vision i had when i was a boy
is callin me back
but it seems i’m employed
without a contract
for a sweet eternity
and it’s all aboard on the sweet jersey shore
sailing away on a spiritual war
waving goodbye and i'm feeling so sore
hope that it’s gonna pan out
yeah it's all aboard on the sweet jersey shore
me and my mates on a spiritual war
headin on back to the old land of yore
hopin it’s goin to pan out
hopin it's goin to pan out
headin out headin out on a spiritual war
hope that's goin to pan out
sailin out sailin out on the sweet jersey shore
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7. |
The Poor Of My City
02:02
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THE POOR OF MY CITY
i take each hand
each hand of the hardened
onto the barge
sometimes they dance
they dance without music
the song in their arms
and they curse themselves
heading to harbor
ashamed of their own inner music
and then twilight comes
they come to the waters
to gather the corn of their spirits
they are the soul
and i take them across
i take them across
for they are the soul
nightly i row
with my eyes on the rock
i take them across
the poor of my city
i take them across
a river of veils
to gather the corn
and to dance without music
i’m taking the poor
the poor of my city
in my hands
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8. |
One Winter Rose
03:34
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ONE WINTER ROSE
miracle of love
it was a miracle of love
standing in the snow
one winter rose
it was a miracle of love
to find you growing
one winter rose
how did you know
the first hive arrived
on the second day of the year
white petals lay inside
and a candle glowed
and now my heart is like that hive
of endless honey
one winter rose
how did you know
one rose
all it took was one rose
just one rose to love me
truly madly
one rose
many years ago
i saw you for the first time
standing in the snow
one winter rose
and now I’m standing in the sun
a proud beekeeper
one winter rose
how did you know
now I wait for you
the sun is drowning out the earth
a gypsy funeral march
heading down the road
and now I’m fleeing like the czar
a shaved pallbearer
one winter rose
how did you know
one rose
all it took was one rose
just one rose to love me
truly deeply
one rose
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WHO’S THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR?
who’s the girl in the mirror?
how i wonder how i wonder
where and when did i see her
was it just
just a slip
of the heart
just a beautiful projection on my part
i have only seen her
dancing in the mirror
dancing there behind the glass
of relative space and time
but when i turn around
she’s nowhere to be found
it’s not easy on a lad
as impressionable as i
who’s the girl in the mirror?
how i wonder how i wonder
where and when did i see her
was it just
just a slip
of my heart
just a beautiful projection on my part
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10. |
Bag Lady Of Hawaii
01:40
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BAG LADY OF HAWAII
bag lady of hawaii
don’t leave me here all alone in the street
you touch me without touching me
stay with me now that the sun’s in the sea
bag lady of hawaii
don’t leave me alone in the street
alone in the street
bag lady under the palm tree
turn back around and come right back to me
i’ve seen you before in my dream
give me the tropical kiss that i need
bag lady of hawaii
don’t leave me alone in the street
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THE LONELINESS OF THE LONG-DISTANCE SINGER-SONGWRITER
oh my darlin
oh susanah
you are like a red red rose
but now the nightingale
tells his fairy tale
where did all your long hair go
oh the loneliness of the long distance singer songwriter
send me back my love
oh my bonnie
little suzie
all i have to do is dream dream dream
but everybody’s talking at me
i’m alone again naturally
oh the loneliness of the long-distance singer songwriter
you’ll still be the one
it’s 1976 and i’m in trouble with the law again
i’m out on route 66 and indiana wants me lord
lord i can’t go back there
rainy days and mondays
always bring me down
what a town without pity can do
together we can make it baby
on the poor side of town
don’t it make your brown eyes blue
oh the loneliness of the long distance singer songwriter
the song remain the same
the song remains the same
it's the same old song
the song remains the same
love me love my dog
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12. |
Community Service
02:14
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COMMUNITY SERVICE
i’m building a roller coaster in the back alley
made of wooden crutches
and driftwood from the harbor
sometimes i find my old man
curled up underneath
at three o clock in the morning
all the children in the hood
they bring me stacks of wood
you like to go up for a ride
and feel the magic
feel the magic
feel the magic
in the universe
i’m building a carousel behind the library
made of silver horses sent down from the heavens
sometimes they find me on a horse
naked and asleep
at four o clock in the morning
all the old folks in the hood
they bring me stacks of wood
you like to go up for a ride
and feel the magic
feel the magic
feel the magic
in the universe
i’m building a ferris wheel inside the cemetery
thinking about elvis
he probably was an angel
now i'm crying in the streets
i’m worried ‘bout my life
at five o clock in the morning
all the angels in the hood
they bring me stacks of wood
you like to go up for a ride
and feel the magic
feel the magic
feel the magic
in the universal neighborhood
i hope i can do some good
in the universal neighborhood
i hope i can do some do some good
do some good
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john southworth Toronto, Ontario
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