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Grant Lee Buffalo
Bootlegs & Unreleased
Blues of the world
Took form in the soft rain
Leaping pink clouds
Let loose like Coltrane
And I walked past the bar
And I heard the organ playing Sweet
Lorraine
Sweet Lorraine
Yeah Sweet Lorraine
And days like this come
When you're thinking of nothing
And there's no strings attached for once
And this is the way of life
Oh Brother
Spears in my throat
And it's round about ten ten
And my little servant he say
I think you better step in
I got some things here
That I wanna lay right down
You might wanna be sipping
Your tea when I lay 'em down
I lay 'em down
Brother Lantern has come
And he's letting in joy
In the night he'll lead me home
(Instrumental)
The road's blocked off El
Dorado
The way back to California
They had two boys in the back of the squad car
Don't know what for I watch it on the late report
Just last week
leaving the florist
A man asked me where to find some whores
I said you go there on the first left
And he took off he went to 'phone his friend the cop
Reporting I have
done a good deed
I have located the suspect
And he's the man across the street
Says he walks the night the night he says
Just because you
feel normal
You're not immune to this harbor
To stupidly stand in front of the bay alone
To make the scene in the lobby of the Drake Hotel
My country's bird
is a vulture
Her wings are black and runny
Perched on the backs of the penniless
In the land of silk and money
The governor sucks
an oyster
Well my friends we scramble for the clam
You see how far the shyster
See how steel'll bend
One day they appear as the weasels
Hopping in and out of Broadway
They made their fortunes in diesel
Just about the time of Red
Square
Here come the ratman
Oh captain my captain
Here come the ratman for you
Well it's time
to begin the healin'
Say the rich men to the law
So let the rich and the D.A. yeah
Let them heel like a dog
Behind are the naked ankles
Behind are the bare feet
But I see no shade under the Star Spangled
Up and on the heat
Here come the ratman
Oh captain my captain
Here come the ratman for you
He's coming
Here comes the
ratman oh isn't it
Here comes the rat
Don't want to upset
you tapping on your window
This is what it's coming to
Call you up all hours fill you with excuses
Climbing the walls for you
But you will come
'round
But you will come 'round
Oh but you will come 'round
Lost in you like
I'm a lost deep inside a forest
Always come 'round to you
Made myself a nuisance police took my license
Parking on your avenue
But you will come
'round
But you will come 'round
But you will come 'round
But you will come 'round
Oh but you will come 'round
But you will come
Don't want to hate
you only wanna save you
Only mean to speak the truth
My knees are weak pursuing you for a month of Sundays
I've been climbing the walls for you
But you will come
'round
But you will come 'round
But you will come 'round 'round
Climbing the walls for you
A tiny planet spinning
off its course
I woke up in the basement bare privy
Pathetic armies of compassion where's your Trojan
Horse
Now you've heard it all before
The newsman said
a meteor could seal our fate
I tripped over a star-child on the stair
A shouldering the weight he'd kill himself today
If he didn't have the evening to attend to
I kissed him on
the face and said I just arrived today
I'm not sure where to find the others like me
He registered a shock a doorway and a knock
Is all that stands between
To cut along the
street
Climb up on the roof
Fly to outer space boys
I'm the living proof
Ritchie had a way
oh sticks and stones and charcoal
He'd mix it with his tears to make him strong
Splash a little here it covers up the fear
Fix your hair 'n off you go lad
Cindy you been
on the run your pancake skin ain't seen the sun
In weeks and now you're way too tired to talk
Come upstairs good friends are there Buddy Jean and Queen Electra
Doris Dean Great Britannia's last hooray
To cut along the
street
Climb up on the roof
Fly to outer space boys
I'm the living proof
I wanna show you
I'm not afraid
I wanna show
Nineteen seventy-two
That special year
LO' AND BEHOLD - 1998
(Please help me to complete the lyrics for this song! Send
your corrections and suggestions!)
Lo' and behold
it's a jubilee
First and last of all the fads
Seen the high priestess of agony
Emancipation for the London lads
White as a ghost
with his mish-mashed eyes
??? he cries for him
Lo' and behold
the Apocalypse
Fires flying from his fingertips
Sold his soul to the singer Lloyd Roll
With the swingers out on Sunset
Strip
When the beast-slayer
thing got to be such a drag
He's floated to Mars and he never looked back on here
Lo' and behold
lo' and behold
Call for the new boy king
Lo' and behold lo' and behold
All the pretty people sing
Maxwell burns like
a modern star
Hold him till the footlights touch
Just one glass test a ???
To crawl through the barricades ???
Maxwell's gone
and done it again
Created a scene that's bigger than him
Lo' and behold
lo' and behold
Call for the new boy king
Lo' and behold lo' and behold
All the pretty people sing
Lo' and behold lo' and behold
All the pretty people sing
Alright
Lo' and behold
lo' and behold
Call for the new boy king
Lo' and behold lo' and behold
All the pretty people all the pretty people
Lo' and behold lo' and behold
All the pretty people sing
Come get me
Lo' and behold
MAKE
YOUR OWN LITTLE HEAVEN - 1998
Once he sang to
himself
No microphone for no one else
In days when they would leave
He whispered words into a tape machine
No the world was dark then
No Maxwell buffed it like an emerald pin
He wore on his heart
Unleashed the wave of patriarchs and kings
You make your own
little heaven my friend
You make your own little heaven
You make your own little heaven my friend
Then a light intervened
Into his bedroom window when
He was only thirteen
But sure glittered littering the scene
He fell to his feet
His body gripped by forces made him writhe
To an alien beat blinded he cried against
The wooden floor uttering those words repeat
You make your own
little heaven my friend
You make your own little heaven
You make your own little heaven my friend
Beginning to flow
Ooh Maxwell would embrace the power
Of stars fell to the stage
Renouncing his charm the tabloid
Made us a pyre and too high to stack
The make-up bulging too before the rack
Strange in this height of fame
In fractured dreams the premonitions
They came and caught in a flash
Whole sea of lights with chrome revolvers blast
You make your own
little heaven my friend
You make your own little heaven
You make your own little heaven my friend
Once the mansions
were few
But welcomed those like me and you
And we lived here in the shade
Till Maxwell Demon stormed the barricade
Heard on BBC One
They found the body by the gun
Wearing the Maxwell wig
You make your own
little heaven my friend
You make your own little heaven
You make your own little heaven my friend