Grant
Lee Buffalo
Fuzzy - 1993
Are we still on
the phone
With the lady Anna Clarke and her trumpet solo
Whose ghost sings for pay
In the blue billiard room of the Monterey
For room and for board
And the backdoor key is a nineteenth century civil war sword
Once owned by John
Booth
Who misplaced his script when he caught his leather boot
This could be the
shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine
There's a hole
in the wall
Behind the photograph of Al Capone he's a sittin' down at city hall
The police they peek thru here
And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror
But it's all in good spirits
And if you close your eyes ya can't help help but to hear 'em move
This could be the
shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine
I propose a toast
To the memory of the horse who carried King
Tut and his gold
Into the sun
He collapsed last summer from the heat stroke somewhere in the East
Village oh
It kills me to think
That I'm no longer living just looking for excuses to drink
So lift up your glass
And your Ouija
board 'cause I'm fading fading fading fast
This could be the
shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine
Just a girl who
can't say no
And her sweetheart on parole
Parents named her Jupiter
To bless her with a lucky soul
He's a boy who never cried
When they locked him up inside
And she nicknamed him her teardrop
For the tattoo by his eye
Now she's sleeping
in her bed
And he's sleeping in her bed
And it's Jupiter and Teardrop
She divines by
radio
Pushing buttons show to show
And she wonders 'bout the fate of
Lovers in the barrio
She forgets after a while
When she tunes in on the dial
Jackie Wilson's
Lonely
Teardrops
And she drives another mile
Now she's sleeping
in her bed
And he's sleeping in her bed
And it's Jupiter and Teardrop
And they want to
have a child
Walk together down the aisle
But the world we live in is mean
And it's built on sheer denial
The phone rings it's for her
Got to see ya Jupiter
I'm in trouble with the law
Bring my thirty-eight
caliber
Now she's sleeping
in her bed
As she pulls the phone plug dead
And it's Jupiter and Teardrop
Bring me home to
this house of many days
Just lay me on the floor hard and cool as slate
You know I love it more and more than before I ran away
It triggers off so many hurts hurtful words and broken plates
I lied to
Now I'm fuzzy
I've been lied to
All and all the
world is small enough for both of us
To meet upon the interstate waiting on a train
And just when those big arms lift up fall in love with no time to say it
I lied to
Now I'm fuzzy
I lied to
Now I'm fuzzy
Fuzzy now
Here we are in
our car driving down the street
We're looking for a place to stop have a bite to eat
We hunger for a bit of faith to replace the fear
We water like a dead bouquet does no good does it dear
I lied to
Now I'm fuzzy
We've been lied to
Now I'm fuzzy
Fuzzy now
Lied to
I see the end I
see the end of time
From the widows-walk I feel the undertow
It grows and my fishin' pole
Like a willow bends toward the blackest hole
To the hole
I see the film see the black and whites
Circle stationed stupid to the tape that rolls
My soul receives another blow
From the flashlight of the city hate line
I wish you well
I tell you that it can be helped
I told you it can be helped
I see the bad dreams
that you speak about
And all the things you bring to light are comin' down
Now everybody hit the ground
Fear is on the march and in the lost and found
These are the times to read between the lines
Yeah my truck runneth over false prophet signs and road blocks
In the road
I wish you well
I tell you that it can be helped
I told you it can be helped
[Los Angeles has been hit]
Newspaper cloaks
to wrap the truth
Propagand-acid dropped on the youth
It's easy to see like pulling a tooth
No one in line in the ballot booth
The dragon down south may blow some smoke
Even the jester is drummin' up votes
They talk about building morale and hope
They're just building bigotry a better rope
One that won't break one you can't even see
One made of paper and policies
I wish you well
I tell you that it can be helped
I told you it can be helped
It can be helped
Oh but it can be helped
There's one thing
I tell you friend
I don't believe in supermen
Who fly thru the clouds above the rest
I don't believe in the best
And I never wanted
to fight with you
It's just the last thing that I wanted to do
But you're so afraid to look at love
Gotta let it all go this cut above stuff
'Cause this is
the hook that drags you
This is the hook in the crook of your neck
It's the hook that snags you
This is the hook
And there's one
thing I tell you friend
All of our trials are gonna come to an end
And you and I we're gonna fall
Like we never have stood on this little earth at all
'Cause this is
the hook that drags you
This is the hook in the crook of your neck
It's the hook that snags you
This is the hook in the crook of your neck
It's hook that drags you
This is the hook
The soft wolf tread
Thru Emerald Forest he was lookin' to make a bed
There in the spindly thicket softly did he tread
The soft wolf tread
Sure was starved
And thru his silver coat his ribs shown sharply carved
The hand that feeds was pickin' weeds
And he sure looked starved
Up comes Hood
he's beautiful
As a sirloin steak to a pit bull chained up
It's good to see such an old friend again
Such an old friend again
Then he said dear
Hood
What brings you to this neck of the woods
In your scarlet cape and your basket full of grapes
What lures you to the woods
The soft wolf tread
the clearing
And he's nervously tugging on his earring
He talked how good such an old friend again
Such an old friend again
And then he spun
a twisted tale
'Bout a child who cried his name
So many times that even when he yelled
No one ever came
The soft wolf tread
Such an old friend again
Steel mill streets
overrun
The ghost of cars in the yard
Sunflower speaks of a one
Of a one
Engines purr up above
The L train
roars like our love
Like our love
I can hide in you
In your chestnut hair
I confide in you
Whisper in your ear
When the earth is ripe
All the worms wake up
In their stars and stripes
And their swastikas
There's a cure in sight
Set your soul at ease
For the red and white
And the blue disease
Got you on the
Handycam fits in my hand
Got you on the Handycam
Got you on the Handycam fits in my hand
Fits in my hand see my green light
Down in my soul
Moon River
flows
All my trials
All my trials
Will halt
Ooh jambalaya
It was muggy July
around supper time
When I pulled into New Orleans
I got dropped off at South Rampart
Street
I was hungry for a plate of greens
I made my way down
the banquette
Where I could see an open door
And overhead a sign made of painted pine read
The Dixie Drug Store
Peppers and roots
were hanging
From the rafters above
There were oils and sprays all on display
For money luck and for love
I reached down
to pick one up
When a dark hand grabbed my arm
And before I could see just who it was
She said you don't want that charm
Ooh jambalaya
The last man to
walk that thing out of here
Just up and disappeared
Found his wallet and his wingtip shoes
Near a tombstone down in Algiers
What you need my
travelling friend
Is a place to wash your jeans
And I wouldn't be the least surprised
If you were hungry for a plate of greens
She beckoned me
on up the stairs
For she'd done made up her mind
Said take off your hat and kick off your boots
And leave your pride behind
Ooh jambalaya
She took me down
to a secret place
In the bayou of her blankets
She offered to share her bourbon
I thanked her then I drank it
Thru a small crack
in the ceiling
Burst the Louisiana moon
It shone down on our bodies
And we began to croon
Like a couple of
coyotes
We were howling thru the night
And I swear they were a beatin' those
Congo drums outside
Ooh jambalaya
We laughed until
the mornin'
By then my pants had dried
I picked up my hat and pulled on my boots
And I gathered up my pride
I figured she had
done stepped out
I didn't see her anywhere
And I set out to find her
I headed on downstairs
Got down to the
bottom
I couldn't believe my eyes
Gone were all the bottles
And the remedy supplies
Ooh jambalaya
I shouted out for
Marie
I darted out the door
An old man on the wooden porch said
What you in there for
Son you got no
business
The hoodoo store's been closed
Long as I remember
A century I suppose
But Mister I just
spent the night
With a young gal named Laveau
He said the Widow Paris
Done had a little laugh on you
I said you mean
to tell me
That was the voodooin'
He nodded yes none other
The Queen of New Orleans
Ooh jambalaya
I hear America
snoring
I hear America snoring
Did ya see it on
TV
Or in your own backyard
Gate's LAPD
And they called the National Guard
Then the tanks came rolling down
Sunset
Boulevard
And I hear America snoring
They want ta' legislate
the moon
They want ta' legislate the womb
They wanna legislate all the things they hate
They want ta' legislate this tune
And I hear America snoring
I hear America snoring
Snoring
Give wind time
to blow
The rooster to crow
Plug my ears but I hear
America
See the shoemaker
and his shoes
Silver needle thread and glue
He's closing up the shop
Move it all to Timbuktu
Where the labor force is cheap
And the rivers there run deep
And I hear America snoring
I hear America snoring
[Alright let's just yeah just start playing again you and]
If I was the
Lone Ranger
Hiding behind a mask
Wouldn't be any danger
To the questions I ask
What ya say Pocahontas
Trade in your feathers and beads
For an electric blanket
And a packet of cigs
You bet
That's what she said
If I had me a needle
For every bubble that popped
Bind them all up like one
You would hear that pin drop
Like a gun shot
Like a shot
And if I was a
world leader
I would not mislead the world
I would not miss anything
Miss America knows
That it's only a pageant
That it's only a show
Isn't even film in the camera
These aren't even my clothes
No no no no
Miss America knows
You remember Houdini
Who not a shackle could hold
Carved a trap door into heaven
To escape growin' old
Guess he just couldn't hack it
Bundled up for the cold
Double-breasted straightjacket
French handcuffs of gold
No no no no
He escaped growin' old
Growing old
You just have to
be crazy don't you
You just have to be out of your mind
You just have to be crazy don't you
You just have to be
True or not
You just have to
be touched don't you
You just have to be tapped on the head
You just have to be crazy don't you
You just have to be
True or not
You just have
You just have to
be starry baby
You just have to be chocolate cake
You just have to be starry baby
You just have to be chocolate cake
True or not