New Times

I saw you in the crowd
I saw you singing out loud
The people were swaying
The band was playing
Something real loud
I couldn't hear one word
Screams were all that i heard
But i saw her face
I saw her eyes
I saw his grace
In the dark'ning skies
I saw you raise your hand
Stretching out to the band
You reach exceeding your grasp
On the beach from the whale
Comes one last gasp
Meet me in my hotel room
Meet me just for fun
And i will not be boring
Some things i been storing
Inside to show someone like you
A few friends just stopped by
I think they wanted to get high
But it wasn't you
Who they led me to
So i bid them all good-bye
I probably would forget
This episode of regret
So i wrote this song
So when you sing along
I hope my message you will get
Meet me in my hotel room
Oh, meet me just for fun
And you will not be boring
Something you been storing
Inside to show someone like me

Gordon gano: vocal, guitar
Brian ritchie: bass guitar, electric piano
Guy hoffman: drums, vocal

Recorded and mixed by david vartanian at dv's perversion room, milwuakee, wi

© gorno music reprinted with permission

New times. new times. new times.
Good morning. good morning. good morning.
I'm the guard. at one time
This was rather pleasant
The poets they still had to muse
Over the classicism of clean shoes
But who today still knows a button stick
Well, that's the new times
That's the new times
That's the new times
The girls would lie down before us
First one went dancing, then behind the bushes
Today you have to run through twenty places
Get drunk on saccharin and methyl
And then you still don't get them that far
Well, that's the new times
That's the new times
That's the new times
Now take it easy there in the early morning
Who arrives but the brethren from the press
If somewhere there lies a cadaver
Or something is foul in the state
You can be sure that a writer is not far behind
With his excellency i only say:
Hands off the literature
The laurel wreath one gets today
Second hand so to speak
>from the old empire's stories
Sold underhand at the alexanderplatz
With all the wigs and costumes
Twitching from the shoulder one is informed
Well, that's the new times
That's the new times
That's the new times
New times. new times. new times.

Well i was sentenced to prison
To do about one year
They said it isn't so bad
We got a good band here
We play every wednesday night
Sometimes tuesday too
It's the music of the future and it will get to you
When i heard the band for the first time
They has no (rhythm). they had no (rhyme)
Well it almost like a dream
I never wanted to have
It drove me (crazy). it drove me (mad)
The man said: "c'mon and play
And here's an instrument for you
It's an ancient flute
It's in the key of 2. blow..."
I gotta get more time. i gotta stay in here
I used to be foggy
But the music made me clear
Now the jail in rockin' like elvis never knew
I'm on the inside now. i'm in the key of 2
Now we all are lifers and i'm in the band too
We play my favorite song. it's in the key of 2
And it will get to you
It's the music of the future and it will get to you
And it will get to you
It's the music of the future. it's in the key of 2

Gordon gano: vocal, guitar
Brian ritchie: 12-string bass, piano, noseflute, vocal
Guy hoffman: drums, vocal

Recorded and mixed by david vartanian at dv's perversion room, milwuakee, wi

© gorno music reprinted with permission

I got a machine
And i took over the world
In one weekend
I took over the world
With my machine
I did it because
I was looking for a project
And it was either
Take over the world or learn french
So i took over the world
And next weekend
I can learn french
I got a machine
And i took over the world
But nothing changed
That wouldn't be fair

Gordon gano: vocal
Brian ritchie: keyboards, theremin, short wave, upright bass, electronics

Recorded and mixed by david vartanian at dv's perversion room, milwuakee, wi

© gorno music reprinted with permission

This tea's too strong for me
As i await your company
I had too much sun today
Ocean waters wash away
Nothing but the present
Presenting its presence
This island life
Separate my right from my wrong
No i am not pagan
But my heart has been forsaken
And the hand of god was on my mind
It took some time from time to time
Now in the course i know
Time itself will go when
This island life
Separates my right from my wrong
You forgot your shoes and i
I have sent a message but i
There's so many stars in the sky
It's the truths that will not lie
There's a you wild native maiden
Running mad and barefoot to the sea until
This island life
Separates my rights from my wrongs
This island life
Finally separates my right from my wrong
This tea's too strong for me
As i await more company
I had too much sun today
Dram of lands lying far away
Pregnant with the present
Presenting its presents
This island life
Separate my right from my wrong
This island life
Will separate my rights from my songs
Separate my right from my wrong



Gordon gano: vocal, guitar, violin
Brian ritchie: upright bass, electric sitar
Guy hoffman: drums, percussion
Luisa mann: vocal

Recorded and mixed by david vartanian at dv's perversion room, milwuakee, wi

© gorno music reprinted with permission

I see a damsel
In danger and distress
I see that she is pretty
I see a young girl
Dressed in a dirty dress
I see that she is pretty
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest one of all
I see a fat girl
With her hair a mess
I see that she is pretty
I see a proud girl
She's pregnant i would guess
I see that she is pretty
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest one of all
Mirror mirror do not fail
Who deserves to go to jail
I see the school girls
Dressed in their sunday best
I see that they are pretty
I see the wagon trains
Of pioneer women heading west
I see that they are pretty
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest one of all
Creature creature, here the plan
Leads unto the fall of man
I see a matron
Unbuttoning a tightly fitting dress
I see that she is pretty
I see a maiden
She's careless like all the rest
I see that she is pretty
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest one of all
Mirror mirror do not fail
Who deserves to go to jail
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the prettiest one of all
Mirror mirror humor me
Do they see what i see

Gordon gano: vocal, guitar, violin, baglama
Brian ritchie: upright bass, reed organ
Guy hoffman: drums, percussion, vocal

Recorded and mixed by david vartanian at dv's perversion room, milwuakee, wi

© gorno music reprinted with permission

Don't start me on the liquor
I'll drink it all down straight
I'll make a toast to love
But i drink the most
When i got somebody to hate
I'm an old man
I got an old man's pain
Will the morning
Will the morning ever come again
Well, i'm likin' lickin' a lotta liquor
I'm drivin' down the drink
I'll take a toast to life
But i drink the most
When my devil start to think
I'm an old man
I got an old man's pain
Will the morning
Will the morning ever come again
Oh, i could drink, drink, drink
So i can't think, think, think
I got a hope or a home
In this life i'm all alone
On this long cold lonely night of fright
Followed by a lonely day
'til there's nothing left i can say
Except i didn't know i was sick
And so i got sicker
He's a low down lying
Peckerwood cotton picker
Don't start me on the liquor
I got nothing more to say
I had a little money
But it all flown away
And i said oh man
Oh, ain't that a shame
Oh, i keep manin', i keep manin'
Like i got an old man's pain
Don't
Don't start
Don't start me
Don't start me on
Don't start me on the
Don't start me on the liquor.

Gordon gano: vocal, guitar
Brian ritchie: bass, guitar, vocal
Guy hoffman: drums, vocal

Recorded and mixed by david vartanian at dv's perversion room, milwuakee, wi

© gorno music reprinted with permission