Box Set 1997 / Essential Rareties 2000

BLACK TRAIN SONG

People get ready there's a train a comin',
You don't need a ticket,
Climb on board.
Train arrive
Sixteen coaches long.
Train arrive
Sixteen coaches long.
Well that mean old train,
Took my baby,
He's gone.

Train, train
Coming 'round the bend.
Train, train
Coming 'round the bend.
Yeah that mean old evil train
Took my one and only friend.

Train, train
Coming down the line.
Train, train
Coming down the line.
Well that mean old rotten train
Took the only friend of mine.

Train, train
Coming down the track.
Train, train
Coming down the track.
Yeah he took my baby
And he never bring her back, alright.

Away, away, away,
Away in India.
Away, away, away,
Away in India.

Well I woke up this morning got the crossroads on my mind,
Well I woke up this morning got the crossroads on my mind,
Don't know what's going to be, everything will work out fine,
Well I woke up this morning got nothing on my mind.
Don't know what's going to be, everything will work out fine,
Well I woke up this morning got the H-bomb on my mind.
Well I woke up this morning got the H-bomb on my mind.
Everything, everything will work out fine, yeah.

Well I woke up this morning got the crossroads on my mind,
Well I woke up this morning got the crossroads on my mind,
Don't know what's going to be, everything, everything, everything, everything gonna work out fine.

Train, train
Come and gone.
Took my baby,
Took my baby,
Took my love
Away...

Well I woke up this morning, yeah.
Nothing on my mind.

WHISKEY, MYSTICS AND MEN

Well, I'll tell you a story
Of whiskey and mystics and men.
And about the believers and
How the whole thing began.

First there were women and
Children obeying the moon.
Then daylight brought wisdom
And fever and sickness too soon.

You can try to remind me
Instead of the other, you can.
You can help to insure
That we all insecure our command.

If you don't give a listen,
I won't try to tell your new hand.
This is it, can't you see
That we all have our ends in the band.

And if all of the teachers and
Preachers of wealth were arrainged.
We could see quite a future
For me in the littoral sands.
And if all the people
Could claime to inspect such regret,
Well we'd have no forgiveness,
Forgetfullness, faithful remorse.

So I tell you, I tell you,
I tell you we must send away.
We must try to find
A new answer instead of a way.

I WILL NEVER BE UNTRUE

I will never be untrue.
Do anything you want me to.
Never stay out drinking,
No later than two.
Two thirty.

I will never treat you mean.
I won't cause no kind of scene.
Tell you all the people,
All the places I have been.

I will always treat you kind.
Try to give you peace of mind.
Only you tell me that you love me,
One more time.

Now darling,
Please don't be sad.
Don't run off like that,
when you get mad.
Cause if you do,
You gonna lose the best friend,
That you ever had.
That's no lie.

I will never be untrue.
Do everything you want me to do.
Bring all my loving,
All my money,
Bring it all home to you.

ROCK IS DEAD

Hi ya matey.

Alright baby.
Gonna love ya.

When I was just a little boy,
At the age of five.
I went to sleep,
I heard my momma and poppa talking.
She said,
"We got to stop that boy,
He's gettin' too far out,
He's goin' wild, yeah.
We gotta stop that child."

And I lay there listening,
Feeling bad.
You know, people
I was feeling bad.

Momma didn't like
The way I did my thing.
The old lady,
She didn't get with that thing.
But my daddy was a sailor,
Get his head around,
And he said,
"Boy you got to do it son,
Get yourself intact."
You gotta love, love, love, love
Love my baby tonight.

Let me tell you, baby
About the death of rock.
I used to be a boy
In my home block.
Used to feel alone
Then I heard some news,
Bunch of cats
Got the rockin' news.
You know I love my rock 'n' roll people.
You know we got some fun.
We gonna rock tonight,
Yeah c'mon!

Rock and roll is dead!
Rock and roll is dead!
Rock and roll is dead!
Must be something else instead.
You got to lay right down and
Die, die, die, die, yeah.

It's all over, baby.
That's it.
We gotta go.
We had some good times,
But it's gone.
It's all over.

I got a few things on my chest,
And I gotta get them off.
Now listen, listen, listen, listen, listen.
Now I don't want to hear
No talk about no revolution.
And I swear to God
I don't want to hear
No talk about no constitution.
And in my frame of mind,
I am in no mood
For no talk about no
Cremation.

The only thing I'm interested in,
I wanna have a good time.
I don't wanna hear no talk
About no riots,
No demonstrations,
No calcitrations,
No impablermations.
There's only one thing I want to see,
That's some dancin'
We're gonna have some fun!
We're gonna have a good time!
Let's roll!

Ah boogie!
All night long.
Yeah!

Rockin' little woman be my pal,
Gotta beep bop boo.
Gotta deek dock doo.
You gotta love, love,
Love ya baby little lotta gee dow dow,
Yeah c'mon!

Yeah, wait a minute, wait a minute,
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Now listen here people!
I'm talkin' about
The death of rock and roll.
And who killed it.
I'm talkin' about the blues.
I'm talkin' about the news.
Have you heard, have you heard,
Have you heard the word?
Rock is dead.
Rock is dead.
Rock is dead.

Now I didn't want to be the one
To lay it on ya, sweetheart.
But I used to be a little fellow traveller.
I used to think we had the whole thing
Sewed up, momma.
Then I realized,
Rock and roll is dyin', baby.

I wanna see some fun.
I wanna see some hanging out.
I wanna see my people
Non-political,
Arithmetical,
Transcendental,
Irathamadental,
Coolambindang-bopalooka-nimbow.
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready to sing the blues, my baby?

Yeah,
I like it real slow,
I like it real bad,
I like to get myself together.
I love to hear you get undressed.
Naked woman,
Out of doors.
I don't care,
How loud you snore.
Sun go down,
Way out on the sea,
Here she comes,
Little girl, gonna set me free.

Alright c'mon,
Now, one more time!

Yeah...

Train arrive,
Sixteen coaches long.
Train arrive,
Sixteen coaches long.
Well I got my baby,
Gonna get on that train and run, yeah.

Well that big black train
Gonna get my baby.
Big black train.
Yeah, the big black train
Gonna get my love,
Gonna take her,
gonna hug her,
Gonna,
Whoa...

Gonna love, love, love,
Love a diggow, yeah.
Big black train.

Now when I got home
I heard my daddy say,
"You want a little peace?
Do you want a little peace?
Do you want a little soul?
Do you want a little soul?
Do you want a little soul?"

I could not help myself.
I could not help myself.
I could not help myself.
I could not help myself.
I could not help!
Help!
Help!
I'm dyin'!
I'm dyin'!
I'm dyin'!
I'm dyin'!
I'm dyin'!
I'm die, die...
Digga digga dooh dah, whoa!

It's over.
It's over.
It's over.

Have mercy!
Have mercy!
Have mercy on your poor son!

We had some good times.
We had a few good times.
But those good little times,
You know where they are?
They're absolutely, positively
Under the ground.
And...
As long as I got breath,
The death of rock
Is the death of me,
And rock is - dead!

Well, we're dead!
Alright!

Yeah...

ROCK ME

Want you to rock me,
Rock me all night long,
Rock me, baby,
Rock me all night long,
Want you to rock me,
Till I sing my song.

The sun goin' down,
See the sun go down.
Want you to rock me,
Till I'm satisfied.
Let's rock awhile.

Sun goin' down,
Little moon begin to rise.
Sun go down,
Little moon begin to rise.
Want you to rock me darlin',
Till I'm satisfied.
Let's rock awhile.

See me comin' mama,
Bring out that old rockin' chair.
See me comin' mama,
Bring out your rockin' chair.
No one is watching us,
And God knows no one cares.
One more time.

Want you to rock me,
Rock me all night long,
Rock me, baby,
Rock me all night long,
You got to rock me little woman,
Rock me all night long,

GLORIA

Tell you about my baby.
She come around.
She come round here.
Her head to the ground.
Come 'round here just about midnight.
She'll make me feel so good,
Make me feel all right.

She come round my street, now.
She come to my house.
Knock upon my door.
Climbing up my stairs,
One, two, three...
Come on up, baby.
Here she is in my room, oh boy.

Hey what's your name?
How old are you?
Where'd you go to school?
Uh, huh.
Yeah.
Uh, huh yeah.
Oh, oh yeah.
Oh yeah.
Oh, huh.

Well now then we know each other
A little bit better,
Why don't you come over here
Make me feel all right!

Gloria.
Gloria.
Gloria.
Gloria.
Gloria
Gloria.
Gloria.
Gloria.
Gloria.

All night.
All day.
All right.
Okay, yeah.

You were my queen and I was your fool,
Riding home after school.
You took me home, babe
To your house.
Your father's at work,
Your momma's out shopping around.
Took me into your room.
Show me your thing.
Why'd you do it, baby?

Getting softer.
Slow it down.
Softer.
Get it down.
Now you show me your thing.
Now why don't you wrap
Your lips around my cock, baby.
Whoa! Suck it.
Yeah.
Taste it.
Wrap your legs around my neck.
Eat it.
And wrap you arms around my feet, yeah.
Lick it.
Wrap your hair around my skin.

Yeah.
I'm gonna eat ya, honey, yeah.
Come on.
I'm gonna eat ya, baby, yeah.
I'm gonna - huh, all right.
Okay, yeah.

It's getting harder.
It's getting harder.
Getting faster, too.
Getting longer.
It's getting too darn fast,
It's gotta wiggle around too much.
Work it.
It's getting harder.
It's gonna rip you in two, honey.

All right.
Come on, love
Now, let's get it on.
Too late, too late, too late,
Too late, too late, too late.
Can't stop.
Make me feel all right, babe.

L-O-R-I-A!
Gloria.
Gloria.
Oh, yeah.
Gloria.
Oh, right.
Keep the whole thing going, baby!
Gloria.
All right.

SUNDAY TRUCKER

Sunday trucker,
Christian motherf**ker, yeah.
Well, I'm a Sunday trucker,
Christian motherf**ker, yeah.
I'm just a three-eyed boy
Looking for a twelve-toed girl.

MONEY

You know the best thing
In life is free.
Or you can give it to
The birds and bees.
I want some money.
Whoa, yeah.
I want some money.
Yeah, all right.

Your lovin' give me
Such a thrill,
But your lovin' can't
Pay my bills.
I want some money.
Yeah, yeah.
I want some money.
Yeah, yeah.

Your lovin' give me
Such a thrill,
But your lovin' can't
Pay my bills.
I want some money.
Yeah, right.
I want some money.
Yeah.

I want some money.
I want some money.
I want some money.
More money.
I want some money.
Alright.
I want some money.
Give me some money.
More money, babe.
I want some money.
I want some money.
Yeah, yeah.

SOMEDAY SOON

Someday soon.
Someday soon.
Familiar freaks will
Fill your living room.
Rugs lash out their
Lizard tongues.

You're not getting young.
You're not getting young.

But you're going to die.
And you're going to be
Needing all of your eyes.

You'll be all alone
When the cannibals cry.
All by yourself
Inside infancy's lie.

Someday soon.
Someday soon.
Television bleeding
Like a harvest moon.

Flush the scissors
Down the hole.
You're getting old.
You're getting old.

And I hate to remind you,
But you're going to die.
And you're going to be
Needing all of your lies.

You'll be all alone
When the cannibals cry.
All by yourself
Inside infancy's lie.

Someday soon.
Someday soon.
Someday soon.
Someday soon.

MENTAL FLOSS

All deserters will be shot
At five o'clock tomorrow morning.
So get yourselves together
And quit messing around.

No more nonsense.

The assassination occurred
At three thirty.
No one was there to witness it.
Even the breviaries had left
Their tapestries on the window.
And we were all silenced
By the sad mildewed cloud
That followed around.

I wish I was back in the land of the,
Of the, hmm...

You can't pin that one on me.
I didn't do a goddamn thing.
I was just standing there
Then a bunch of guys came up
And started laying all this shit on me. Now what am I supposed to do?
I'm an American.
You can't touch me.

Did you know all nuns are forty-two,
And their eyes are blue?
Did you know all tablecloths
Are white in France?
Did you know women wear underpants?
They do.

How does a musician imitate
The sound of underpants sliding
Over a woman's thighs,
Down over her ankles,
And over her little toes,
And the rings on her toes,
And her unclipped toe nails.

Lightning struck the magic purse.

I didn't do a damn thing, man.
I was just standing there
In front of the delicatessen
And all these rabbis ran up
And a bunch of Indians
And freaks and monsters
And just started talking
In all these weird languages.
What could I say?

Hey I'm tired of being a freaky musician.
I want to be Napoleon.
Let's have some more wars around here.
What a stinking shitty little war
We have running over there.
Let's get a big one.
A real big one.
With a lot of killings and bombs and blood.

School days, school days
Good old-fashioned rule days.
School days, school days
Good old-fashion rule days.

ORANGE COUNTY SUITE

Well I used to know someone fair.
She had orange ribbons in her hair.
She was such a trip,
She was hardly there.
But I loved her
Just the same.

There was rain in our window,
The FM set was ragged.
But she could talk, yeah
We learned to speak
And one year
Has gone by.

Such a long long road to seek it,
All we did was break and freak it.
We had all
That lovers ever had.
We just blew it,
And I'm not sad.

Well I'm mad,
And I'm bad.

And two years
Have gone by.
Now her world was bright orange,
And the fire glowed.
And her friend had a baby,
And she lived with us.
Yeah, we broke through the window.
Yeah, we knocked on the door.
Her phone would not answer,
Yeah, but she's still home.

Now her father has passed over,
And her sister is a star.
And her mother smokes diamonds,
And she sleeps out in the car.
Yeah, but she remembers Chicago.
The musicians and guitars
And grass by the lake
And people who laughed,
And made her poor heart ache.

Now we live down in the valley.
We work out on the farm.
We climb up to the mountains,
And everything's fine.
And I'm still here.
And you're still there.
And we're still around.