unknown

When i first came to town
They called me the roving jewel
Now they've changed their tune
They call me katy cruel
Oh diddle day, oh diddle lie o day


Oh that i was where i would be
Then i would be where i am not
Here i am where i must be
Go where i would, i can not
Oh diddle day, oh diddle lie o day


When i first came to town
They brought me the bottles plenty
Now they've changed their tune
They bring me the bottles empty
Oh diddle day, oh diddle lie o day


Chorus


I know who i love
And i know who does love me
I know where i'm going
And i know whose going with me
Oh diddle day, oh diddle lie o day


Chorus


Down the road i go
And through the boggy mire
Straight way cross the field
And to my heart's desire
Oh, diddle day, oh, diddle lie o day


Chorus

I'll eat when i'm hungry,
I'll drink when l'm dry,
If the hard times don't kill me,
I'll lay down and die.


Rye whisky, rye whisky,
Rye whisky, i cry,
If you don't give me rye whisky,
I surely will die.


I'll tune up my fiddle,
And i'll rosin my bow,
I'll make myself welcome,
Wherever i go.


Beefsteak when i'm hungry,
Red liquor when i'm dry,
Greenbacks when i'm hard up,
And religion when i die.


They say i drink whisky,
My money's my own;
All them that don't like me,
Can leave me alone.


Sometimes i drink whisky,
Sometimes i drink rum,
Sometimes i drink brandy,
At other times none.


But if i get boozy,
My whisky's my own,
And them that don't like me,
Can leave me alone.


Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds,
I know you of old,
You've robbed my poor pockets
Of silver and gold.


Oh, whisky, you villain,
You've been my downfall,
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me,
But i love you for all.


If the ocean was whisky,
And i was a duck,
I'd dive to the bottom
To get one sweet suck.


But the ocean ain't whisky
And i ain't a duck,
So we'll round up the cattle
And then we'll get drunk.


My foot's in my stirrup,
My bridle's in my hand,
L'm leaving sweet lillie,
The fairest in the land.
Her parents don't like me,
They say l'm too poor;
They say i'm unworthy
To enter her door.


Sweet milk when l'm hungry,
Rye whisky when l'm dry,
If a tree don't fall on me,
I'll live till i die.


I'll buy my own whisky,
I'll make my own stew,
If i get drunk, madam,
It's nothing to you.


I'll drink my own whisky,
I'll drink my own wine,
Some ten thousand bottles
I've killed in my time.


I've no wife to quarrel
No babies to bawl;
The best way of living
Is no wife at all.


Way up on clinch mountain
I wander alone,
L'm as drunk as the devil,
Oh, let me alone.


You may boast of your knowledge
An' brag of your sense,
'twill all be forgotten
A hundred years hence.


(negro variant)
In my little log cabin,
Ever since i been born,
Dere ain't been no nothin'
'cept dat hard salt, parched corn.


But i know whar's a henhouse,
De turkey he charve;
An, if ol' massa don' kill me
I cain't never starve.


(variant chorus)
Rye whisky, rye whisky,
You're no friend to me;
You killed my poor daddy,
Goddamn you, try me.


From american ballads and folk songs, lomax
Note: one of the more exhaustive texts

on the first day of may i took to the road
I'd been staring out the window most of the morning
I'd watched the rain claw at the glass
And a vicious wind blew hard and fast
I should have taken it as a warning
As a warning as a warning
As a warning

I'd given my nurse the weekend off
My meals were ill prepared
My typewriter had turned mute as a tomb
And my piano crouched in the corner of my room
With all its teeth bared
All its teeth bared all its teeth bared
All its teeth bared.

Hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah

I left my house without my coat
Something my nurse would not have allowed
And i took the small roads out of town
And i passed a cow and the cow was brown
And my pyjamas clung to me like a shroud
Like a shroud like a shroud
Like a shroud

There rose before me a little house
With all hope and dreams kept within
A woman's voice close to my ear
Said, "why don't you come in here?"
"you looked soaked to the skin"
Soaked to the skin soaked to the skin
Soaked to the skin

Hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah

I turned to the woman and the woman was young
I extended a hearty salutation
But i knew if my nurse had been here
She would never in a thousand years
Permit me to accept that invitation
Invitation that invitation
That invitation

Now, you might think it wise to risk it all
Throw caution to the reckless wind
But with her hot cocoa and her medication
My nurse had been my one salvation
So i turned back home
I turned back home i turned back home
Singing my song

Hallelujah
The tears are welling in my eyes again
Hallelujah
I need twenty big buckets to catch them in
Hallelujah
And twenty pretty girls to carry
Them down
Hallelujah
And twenty deep holes to bury them in
Hallelujah
The tears are welling in my eyes again
Hallelujah
I need twenty big buckets to catch them in
Hallelujah
And twenty pretty girls to carry them down
Hallelujah
And twenty deep holes to bury them in

past the ivy-covered windows of
The angel
Down athenaeum lane to the cathedral
Through the churchyard i wandered
Sat for a spell there and i pondered
My back to the gates of the garden
My back to the gates of the garden
My back to the gates of the garden

Fugitive fathers, sickly infants, decent mothers
Runaways and suicidal lovers
Assorted boxes of ordinary bones
Of aborted plans and sudden shattered hopes
In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden
In unhappy rows, up to the gates of the garden
In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden


Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
To the garden


Beneath the creeping shadow of the tower
The bell from st. edmunds informs me of the hour
I turn to find you waiting there for me
In sunlight and i see the way that you breathe
Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden
Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden
Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden


Leave these ancient places to the angels
Let the saints attend to their keeping of the cathedrals
And leave the dead beneath the ground so cold
For god is in this hand that i hold
As we open up the gates of the garden


Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
To the garden

Printed in j. silverman, american history songbook. nick has sung his version of this song live.

(chorus)
Wade in the water.
Wade in the water, children.
Wade in the water.
God's gonna trouble the water.


Jordon's water is chilly and cold.
God's gonna trouble the water.
It chills the body, but not the soul.
God's gonna trouble the water.


If you get there before i do.
God's gonna trouble the water.
Tell all of my friends i'm coming too.
God's gonna trouble the water.

In our yard
How many chickens can we count
On our fingers and toes
On their toes
Sitting on fathers hole
Siting on his chest
Crushing rocks of dirt
The earth is soft in our
Yard yard
Stones in my shoes
And feet
Dragging them through museums
Where
Under glass
Refridgerate
Freeze
Hands and feet
And knobbly knees
Yard yard

Ah fed vixo on ev'ry fear 'n' fret 'n' phobia
Til it nor ah could stand the strain no longer
Sucked a chicken bone, tossed it in the corner
Raisin up like lazaurs, up, up from its cot
An making for the door, now...
Infant-prodigy creates a phantom-friend, yeag
Stickin' sack an ol' jack-jack into its itchin-ten
Oh! don't ya linger! ooh! don't ya linger, now,
Mah monster-piect...mah perfect-murder-machine
Don't ya linger, for ah can feel mah youth slipping outa me
Yeah, ah can feel mah youth slip outa me.


Call it, call it vixo. call it vee.
Ah all it, an it comes to me.
Call it vixo. call it me
March headlong into the heart of fear
Ah will follow thee.


What kept ya? whaa? what kept ya?
You get trouble? sum'n go wrong?
Vixo grinning, climbs up into mah lil boy arms.
What you get?
Tell me, what ya gone 'n' brung me from the hollow?
Yeah! we're laughin'...but our laughter is shallow
Ain't it funny...my childhood name is sorrow.
Vixo sighs, 'n' lays its head upon mah pillow.


Call it. call it vixo. call it vee.
Call it, an it comes to me.
Vee...ah...hex...oh-oh, come crawl with me.
Into the dark heart of despair
Ah will not forsake thee.


Listen...instruction!
Ditch it, pitch it. now hitch it up along the ridge
Ya laughin b'neath the sherriff's wheels
That go screamin cross hooper bridge
Skirt the out-skirts. up mah back-stair. ya sack all undone.
Don't touch nothin! water runnin in the tub
Get there! and scrub ev'ry one.


When ya struck ya struck!
Ya struck a thousand crickets dumb
Hooper-hollow iced over then, all hush, hush
In the cool midday sun
Hush! ah say hush! hu-u-u-ush!
Sittin on the roof, laugh at mahself
As they rope off the woods
Watchin' all the good-people
Go beating the bush.

From the batman forever soundtrack.


Hey there sugar where ya gunna go?
I'm going downtown daddy-o
What ya gunna do when you get there, girl?
I'm gunna get messed up in a god-shaped hole
Hey mr hophead, what ya gunna do?
I'm going downtown for some bad ju-ju
Ya going downtown too, mr. gigolo?
Damn right i am, daddy-o...


There is a light thay shines over this city tonight
There is a light that shines over this city tonight
Let it shine


O mr high roller where ya gunna go?
Where the real high-rollin rollers roll real dough
Hey mr killer man what ya gunna do?
Me and mr death are going downtown too
Ain't there one god fearing citizen about?
They're all holed up and they ain't comin' out
What about mr. preacher to forgive us our sins?
Not that carrion crow with blood on his chin
And mr. politician can't he lend a hand?
He's too busy sucking on the guts of this town
And what about god and this armageddon?
He's all blissed out, man, up in heaven
Ain't there nowhere to run, ain't there nowhere to go?
(repeat line 3 more times)
Yeah, look to the sky, daddy-o


There is a light that shines over this city tonight
There is a light that shines over this city tonight
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine


What are the little kids gunna do, man?
The little kids are all standing around
What are the kids doing, do you know?
They are looking to the sky, daddy-o

On this european night out on the brink
The cafes and the bars still stink
The air is much too thick for seeing
But not thick enough for leaning
I leave in a catatonic crawl
And if i die tonight then throw me in
Some bleak teutonic hole
Six feet under with a snap-frozen soul
And really we could all just die of shame
And really we could all just die of shame
Dumb europe, dumb europe, dumb europe.


Oh the utopian night on the brink
Mama's face staring up at me from the bottom of the sink
Witness my trail of destruction
Trying to leave this drinking place
My feet are magnetised for furniture
The floor's attracted to my face
And if i die tonight
Sell me as some prehistoric bone
A lump of junk-souvenier for jap
To fob off on his friends back home
The money dance....
I find it hard to cope with days like this. pass the bottle etcetera
Dumb europe, dumb europe, dumb europe.


On this european night out on the brink
The cafes and the bars still stink
The air is much too thick for seeing
But not thick enough for leaning
I leave in a catatonic crawl
And if i die tonight then throw me in
Some bleak teutonic hole
Six feet under with a snap-frozen soul
And really we could all just die of shame
And really we could all just die of shame
Dumb europe, dumb europe, dumb europe.

Credits: newberry / newberry

I woke up this morning with the sun out shining in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag but then
I tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in


I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then i followed in
I watched myself crawling out now, as i came crawling in
I got up so tight i couldn't unwind
I saw so much, i broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in


Somebody painted april fool in big black letters on a dead end sign
I had my foot on the gas as i left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles out of memphis and i got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

i married my wife on the day of the eclipse
Our friends awarded her courage with gifts
Now as the nights grow longer and the season shifts
I look to my sorrowful wife
Who is quietly tending her flowers
Who is quietly tending her .....


The water is high on the beckoning river
I made her a promise i could not deliver
And the cry of the birds sends a terrible shiver
Through me and my sorrowful wife
Who is shifting the furniture around
Who is shifting the furniture around


Now we sit beneath the knotted yew
And the bluebells bob around our shoes
The task of remembering the telltale clues
Goes to my lovely, my sorrowful wife
Who is counting the days on her fingers


Who is counting the days on her .....
Come on and help me babe
Come on now
Help me babe
I was blind
The grass here grows long and high
Twists right up to the sky
White clouds roll on by
Come on now and help me babe
I was blind
I was a fool babe
I was blind
Come on now
A loose wind last night blew down
Black trees bent to the ground
Their blossoms made such a sound
That i could not hear myself think babe
Come on now
And help me babe
Help me now
I was blind
I was a fool

All words that look prounouncable are not typos, any that look unpronouncable are probably typos. each set of two lines is one line in the lyric book. (ie. what has not got....sir names)(one lin
R

What has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names
Wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames
In the fake-ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive!
The hours hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types
So we can catch and thread a minstrel bleed a tower down to its ankles
So we can't go up or stay up find the thumb dumb' in your ear brain
Get unfunny! such as choirs do why the clocklock bought up this one
Just when things seem so paperparrent like my toothface? like my out-do?


Oh a streak, o'treacly [not a typo] ink-inks tied my knees all up in elbows
Erase that lapsing smile tub lose the slip of the small soap-fellows
Account the addups till do-nots are we balanced? we're in business!
Idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb's... all legs and armour
I had a dreadful diehood diehard drunken sunken, monk-heart
Oh i had a wonderful diehood thanks to my fa. fa. family

i thought i'd take a walk today
It's a mistake i sometimes make
My children lay asleep in bed
My wife lay wide-awake
I kissed her softly on the brow
I tried not to make a sound
But with stony eyes she looked at me
And gently squeezed my hand
Call it a premonition, call it a crazy vision
Call it intuition, something learned from mother
But when she looked up at me, i could clearly see
The sword of damocles hanging directly above her
Oh lord oh my lord
Oh lord
How have i offended thee?
Wrap your tender arms around me
Oh lord oh lord
Oh my lord

They called at me through the fence
They were not making any sense
They claimed that i had lost the plot
Kept saying that i was not
The man i used to be
They held their babes aloft
Threw marsh mellows at the security
And said that i'd grown soft
Call it intuition, call it a creeping suspicion,
But their words of derision meant they hardly knew me
For even i could see in the way they looked at me
The spear of destiny sticking right through me
Oh lord oh my lord
Oh lord
How have i offended thee?
Wrap your tender arms round me
Oh lord oh lord
Oh my lord

Now i'm at the hairdressers
People watch me as they move past
A guy wearing plastic antlers
Presses his bum against the glass
Now i'm down on my hands and knees
And it's so fucking hot!
Someone cries, "what are you looking for?"
I scream, "the plot, the plot!"
I grab my telephone, i call my wife at home
She screams, "leave us alone!" i say, "hey, it's only me"
The hairdresser with his scissors, he holds up the mirror
I look back and shiver; i can't even believe what i can see

Be mindful of the prayers you send
Pray hard but pray with care
For the tears that you are crying now
Are just your answered prayers
The ladders of life that we scale merrily
Move mysteriously around
So that when you think you're climbing up, man
In fact you're climbing down
Into the hollows of glamour, where with spikes and hammer
With telescopic camera, they chose to turn the screw
Oh i hate them, ma! oh i hate them, pa!
Oh i hate them all for what they went and done to you
Oh lord oh my lord
Oh lord
How have i offended thee?
Wrap your tender arms round me
Oh lord oh lord
Oh my lord

This is a dead letter tale
If i could make this print talk
You made a deep mark/deep mark on me
And only saints say such things as those
So i slid under the floor
Under the oak and the iron
With you under oak and iron
Under the thick and under the thin
Where only fire grows


I forgot to tell you several things-ma
I forgot to tell you 'bout the 7 sins

And i spat dead letter words
And all the breath that i own
Imprinted one word in red/i read
And only saints say such things as these
(about the marks on your throat)
Under the oak and the iron
Under the fat and the thick and the thin
And all of that, and a few 100 more
And only fire grow
I heard the fire grow
Alone in the......

From the soundtrack to the film of the same name.


Empty out your pockets, toss the lot upon the floor.
All those treasures, my friend,
You don't need them anymore.
Your days are all through dying,
They gave all their ghosts away,
So kiss close all your wounds and call living life a day.
For the planets gravitate around you,
And the stars shower down around you,
And the angels in heaven adore you,
And the saints all stand and applaud you.
So faraway,
So faraway and yet so close.


Say farewell to the passing of the years,
Though all your sweet goodbyes will fall upon deaf ears.
Kiss so softly the mouths of the ones you love,
Beneath the september moon and the heavens above.
And the world will turn without you,
And history will soon forget about you,
But the heavens they will reward you,
And the saints will be there to escort you.
So faraway,
So faraway and yet so close.


Do not grieve at the passing of mortality,
For life's but a thing of terrible gravity.
And the planets gravitate around you,
And the stars shall dance about you,
And the angels in heaven adore you,
And the saints all stand and applaud you.
So faraway,
So faraway and yet so close.

(can you turn me up a bit?)
King kong kitchee kitchee ki-mi-o [4 times and throughout song]


Well frog went a-courtin' and he did ride
With a sword and a pistol by his side and he rode 'til he came to miss mouse's door
And then he knelt right down upon the floor
He said, "little miss mouse, will you marry me
Way down yonder in the hollow tree
With an owl and a bat and a bumblebee?"


(shoop shoop, shoop shoop)

Miss mouse had suitors, three or four
And they came rushing through the door
Well they grabbed miss mouse and began to fight
In the hollow tree; it was a terrible night
Yeah, "little miss mouse, will you marry me
Way down yonder in the hollow tree
With an owl and a bat and a bumblebee?"
Yeah! yeah!


Mr frog threw her suitors to the floor
And with his sword and his pistol he killed them all
And they went to the vicar the very next day
And they left on their honeymoon right away
Oh glory, glory, glory be
Way down yonder in the hollow tree
With an owl and a bat and a bumblebee

Have you heard how sonny's burning
Like some bright erotic star?
And he lights up the proceedings
And raises the temperature.
Flame on! flame on!


Now i've seen to sonny's burning
Someday i think i'll cut him down
But it can get so cold in here
And he gives off such an evil heat.
Flame on! flame on!
Hail my incubatic incubator.


Now pay witness to sonny's burning
Warming the damp and rotten seed
Warming the damp and rotten seed
That blooms into the demon flower
Now both fire and flowers consume me.
Flame on! flame on!


Evil heat is running through me
Flame on! flame on!
Sonny's burning pits into me
Flame on! flame on!
Sonny's burning holes into me
Don't interrupt! don't interrupt!
Flame on! flame on!

we've laid the cables and the wires
We've split the wood and stoked
The fires
We've lit our town so there is no
Place for crime to hide
Our little church is painted white
And in the safety of the night
We all go quiet as a mouse
For the word is out
God is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
No cause for worry now
God is in the house

Moral sneaks in the white house
Computer geeks in the school house
Drug freaks in the crack house
We don't have that stuff here
We have a tiny little force
But we need them of course
For the kittens in the trees
And at night we are on our knees
As quiet as a mouse
For god is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
And no one's left in doubt
God is in the house

Homos roaming the streets in packs
Queer bashers with tyre-jacks
Lesbian counter-attacks
That stuff is for the big cities
Our town is very pretty
We have a pretty little square
We have a woman for a mayor
Our policy is firm but fair
Now that god is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
Any day now he'll come out
God is in the house

Well-meaning little therapists
Goose-stepping twelve-stepping tetotalitarianists
The tipsy, the reeling and the drop down pissed
We got no time for that stuff here
Zero crime and no fear
We've bred all our kittens white
So you can see them in the night
And at night we're on our knees
As quiet as a mouse
Since the word got out
From the north down to the south
For no-one's left in doubt
There's no fear about
If we all hold hands and very quietly shout
Hallelujah
God is in the house
God is in the house
Oh i wish he would come out
God is in the house

Jazz
Fire eating drag-queens dressed as society whores
Crazy two timing bitches running round
Ghetto blasting blasters, blasting magnificently
Blossoms falling from the cherry trees
That's what jazz is to me

High buildings with crippled backs circle around my dreams
I clutch at the greasy tails of my dreams
White blossom falling from the cherry trees
That's what jazz is to me

Ten bottles standing in a row military style
With hats pulled low over their brows
A thousand wasted hours
Skeletons entwined fucking and braying ? fields
Blossoms falling from the cherry tree
That's what jazz is to me

History repeating itself like a
All the great cars of the world in one massive collision
All the doctors swallowed up by one incompetence
All the great theorists and teachers eaten alive ...
Religious extacy and a blossom falling from a cherry tree
That's what jazz is to me

Blind fish being used as musical scales
Sharks puffed for fish and whales
I long to be by the sea where a blossom falls from a cherry tree
That's what jazz is to me

Three forms, four forms, five forms, six forms,
Seven forms, eight forms, nine forms,
A blossom falling from the cherry tree
That's what jazz is to me

As einstein said about his theory
I love, i love, i love, i love jazz
It's in your heart, it's in your soul, it's in your mind
The colour of death, sweet vanilla essence
Richard harris and donald pleasance
And a cherry blossom falling from a cherry tree
That's what jazz is to me

From the current '93 album all the pretty horsies

Hush-a-bye
Don't you cry
Go to sleepy little baby
Go to sleepy little baby
When you wake
You shall have
All the pretty little horsies
All the pretty little horsies


Blacks and bays
Dapples and greys
All the pretty little horsies


Way down yonder
In the meadow
Lies a poor little lamby
Bees and butterflies
Flitting round his eyes
Poor little thing is crying
"mammy"


Go to sleep
Don't you cry
Rest your head upon the clover
Rest your head upon the clover
In your dreams
You shall ride
While your mammy's watching over


Blacks and bays
Dapples and greys
All the pretty little horsies


All the pretty little horsies
All the pretty little horsies
All the pretty little horsies

If you miss the train i'm on
Then you know that i'll be gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles


Lord i'm one, lord i'm two, lord i'm three, lord i'm four
Lord i'm 500 miles away from home
500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles,
Lord i'm 500 miles away from home


Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
Lord i can't go-a-home this-a-way
This-a-way, this-a-way, this-a-way, this-a-way,
Lord i can't go-a-home this-a-way

This leaves out a lot of the repetions on this lyric sheet, and i'm pretty sure a few sections are out of order compared with the recorded song.

King ink strolls into town
He sniffs around


King ink kicks off his stink-boot
Sand and soot and dust and dirt and
He's much bigger than you think
King ink
King ink, wake up, get up
Wake up, up, up, up, up, up
A bug crawls up the wall
King ink feels like a bug
And he hates his rotten shell
Cha-cha-{10 cha's)
King ink, get up, go forth
Wake up-what's in that room
Wake up- what's in that house?
Express thyself say something loudly
Aaaahhhh! what's in that room?
Sand and soot and dust and dirt
Dirt dirt dirt dirt dirt dirt
King ink feels like a bug
Swimming in a soup-bowl
Oh yer! yer! what a wonderful life
Fats domino on the radio

Hey hey i am the stow-a-way
Hey hey i am the stow-a-way


My girl turned blue as an iceberg do
And me i'm totally shipwrecked over her
Baby baby don't blow away
Hey hey i am the stow-a-way
I am the stow-a-way


This is your captain talking to ya
This is your captain talking to ya
This is your captain talking to ya
This is your captain talking to ya


Heartache


Hey hey i am the stow-a-way
I am the stow-a-way


My girl turned blue as an iceberg do
And me i'm totally shipwrecked over her
Hey baby don't blow away
Hey hey i am the stow-a-way
I am the stow-a-way


This your doctor talking to ya
This your doctor talking to ya
This your doctor talking to ya
This your doctor talking to ya


Heartache

Hushaby, don' you cry
Go to sleepy little baby


When you awake you shall have cake
And all the pretty little horses.
Blacks and bays, dapples and grays
Coach, and a six a little horses.


So hushaby, etc.


Way down yonda', down in the medder
There's a poor little lambie.
Bees an' the butterflies peckin' out his eyes
Poor lambie cried fo' his mammy.


But hushaby, etc.

There is woman-pie in here
Mr. evangalist says she's hit
The best cook you ever had
Ya can't blame the good-woman now, dad
And ya looked him up for 20 years
Now there's action on the basement stairs
A monster half man half beast climbs
Hear the hatchet (grind, grind)
Pilgrim gets 1 hacked daughter
And all we guys get are 40 hack reporters
Uptown 100 skirts are bleeding
Mr. evangilist says
She's hit ev'ry little bit
She's hit ev'ry little bit
Now if only we could all grow wings and fly
Sweet hatchet swing low son
I'm feeling pretty lonesome
Christen the bastard jack dad
The head-shrinker is a quack
"anyone who'd wear their hair like that"
The vinyl is so cool/the conversation's cruel
Hold my heart romeo its in a rodeo
Hold my head daddy-o it just won't go-o-o-o
And all the girls across the world
Are hit ev'ry little bit

Words and music by bob dylan (1993 special rider music)


Original version of henry lee. nick's version is also available.

"get down, get down, love henry," she cried,
"and stay all night with me.
I have gold chains, and the finest i have
I'll apply them all to thee."


"i can't get down and i shan't get down,
Or stay all night with thee.
Some pretty little girl in cornersville
I love far better than thee."


He laid his head on a pillow of down.
Kisses she gave him three.
With a penny knife that she held in her hand
She murdered mortal he.


"get well, get well, love henry, " she cried,
"get well, get well," said she.
"oh don't you see my own heart's blood
Come flowin' down so free?"


She took him by his long yellow hair,
And also by his feet.
She plunged him into well water, where
It runs both cold and deep.


"lie there, lie there, love henry," she cried,
"til the flesh rots off your bones.
Some pretty little girl in cornersville
Will mourn for your return."


"hush up, hush up, my parrot," she cried,
"don't tell no news on me,
Or these costly beads around my neck,
I'll apply them all to thee.


"fly down, fly down, pretty parrot," she cried,
"and light on my right knee.
The doors to your cage shall be decked with gold
And hung on a willow tree."


"i won't fly down, i can't fly down
And light on your right knee.
A girl who would murder her own true love
Would kill a little bird like me."

i left by the back door
With my wife's lover's smoking gun
I don't know what i was hoping for
I hit the road at a run
I was your lover
I was your man
There never was no other
I was your friend
Till we came along this road
Till we came along this road
Till we came along this road

I ain't sent you no letters, ma
But i'm looking quite a trip
The world spinning beneath me, ma
Guns blazing at my hip
You were my lover
You were my friend
There never was no other
On whom i could depend
Then we came along this road
We came along this road
We came along this road

I am the king, i am the kind
One dead marine through the hatch
Scratch and scrape this heavenly body
Every ince of winning skin
There's garbage in honeys sack again
Honey honey honey honey
Come on and kiss me
Honey honey honey
Honey's child is taken over this place
Two dead marines standing in line
Drink to me! this heavenly body
Every inch a winning thing
Honey honey honey
Hack hack hack hack this heavenly body
Yack yack yack yack yack goes junk-face
Scratch scape scratch this winning skin
There's garbage in honey's sack again
Garbage in honey garbage in honey
Garbage in honey's sack again
Garbage in honey
Junkwayrd king junkyard king
King king king

We've come to bring you home
Haven't we, cassiel?

To cast aside your loss and all your sadness
And shuffle off that mortal coil and mortal madness
For we're here to pick you up and bring you home
Aren't we, cassiel?

It's a place where you did not belong
Were time itself was mad and far too strong
Where life leapt up laughing and hit you head on
And hurt you, didn't it hurt you, cassiel?

While time outran you and trouble flew toward you,
And you were there to greet it,
Weren't you, foolish cassiel?

But here we are, we've come to call you home
And here you'll stay never more to stray
Where you can kick off your boots of clay
Can't you, cassiel?

For death and you did recklessly collide
And time ran out of you
And you ran out of time,
Didn't you, cassiel?

And all the clocks, in all the world
May this once just skip a beat in memory of you
Then again those damn clocks, they probably won't
Will they, cassiel?

One moment you are there and then strangely you are gone,
But on behalf of all of us here we are glad to have you home
Aren't we, dear cassiel?

This is true
Mister nothing said forever said
I can sing
Hit it! make it a dead one
With words like
Blood, soldier mother
O.k. o.k.
I want to sleep before the end
Which is impolite
Hit it! make it a dead one
If nothing crops up
I'll give you a ring
You can sing the end
O.k o.k.
Then i could get
All the little animals out of my room
Hit it! with a broom
O.k o.k
Put them in a big white sack
No visitors came
Hit it! with words like.....
Thou shalt not
The end

First: i tried to kill it with a hammer
Thought that i could lose
The head
Sure! we've eaten off the silver
When even the food was against us
And then i tried to kill it in the bed
Second: i gagged it with a pillow
But awoke the nuns inside my head
They pound their goddy-goddy fists
From the inside-so from the outside
I got good: i stuck it. dead
Thirdly: i put my lips upon it
And blew a frost across
Its flat
I wrote upon its outside-surface
"tonite we're on the outside surface"
Just you and me girl: you and me and the fat

From english folk songs from the southern appalachians, sharp. collected from mary wilson and mrs. townley, kentucky, 1917


Once there was a little tailor boy
About sixteen years of age;
My father hired me to a miller
That i might learn the trade.


I fell in love with a knoxville girl,
Her name was flora dean.
Her rosy cheeks, her curly hair,
I really did admire.


Her father he persuaded me
To take flora for a wife;
The devil he persuaded me
To take flora's life.


Up stepped her mother so bold and gay,
So boldly she did stand;
Johnny dear, go marry her
And take her off my hands.


I went unto her father's house
About nine o'clock at night,
A-asking her to take a walk
To do some prively talk.


We had not got so very far
Till looking around and around,
He stooping down picked up a stick
And knocks little flora down.


She fell upon her bended knees,
For mercy she did cry:
O johnny dear, don't murder me,
For i'm not fit to die.


I took her by her lily-white hands
A-slung her around and around;
I drug her off to the river-side,
And plunged her in to drown.


I returned back to my miller's house
About nine o'clock at night,
But little did my miller know
What i had been about.


The miller turned around and about,
Said:" johnny, what blooded your clothes?"
Me being so apt to take a hint:
By bleeding at the nose.


About nine or ten days after that,
Little flora she was found
A-floating down by her father's house
Who lived in knoxville town.

From the album oedipus schmoedipus by barry adamson

Our time is done my love
We've laid it all to waste
One thousand moonlit kisses
Can't sweeten this bitter taste
My desire for you is endless
And i'll love you 'till we fall
I just don't want you no more
And that's the sweetest embrace of all


To think we can find happiness
Hidden in a kiss
Ah, to think we can find happiness
That's the greatest mistake there is
There is nothing left to cling to babe
There is nothing left to soil
I just don't want you no more
And that's the sweetest embrace of all


Ooohhh where did it begin
When all we did was lose
There's nothin' left to win


So lay your weapons down
They serve no purpose in your hands
And if you wanna hold me
Then go ahead and hold me
I won't upset your plans
If it's revenge you want
Then take it babe
Or you can walk right out the door
I just don't want you anymore
And that's the sweetest embrace of all


Ooohhh where did it begin
When all we did was lose
There's nothin' left to win


It's over babe
And it really is a shame
We are losers you and me babe
In a rigged and crooked game
My desire for you is endless
And i love you most of all
I just don't want you no more
And that's the sweetest embrace of all

Hidden track on the x-files tv series soundtrack.


We were called to the forest,
And we went down.
A wind wind blew warm and eloquent,


We were searching for the secrets of the universe,
We rounded up demons and forced them
To tell us what it all meant.


We tied them to trees,
And broke them down, one by one.
On a scrap of paper they wrote these words:


(and as we read them, the sun broke,
Through the trees.)


"dread the passage of jesus, for he will not return."


Then we headed back to our world,
And left the forest behind,
Our hearts singing with all the knowledge of love.


But somewhere, somehow, we lost the message,
Along the way,
And when we got home, we bought ourselves a house.


And we bought a car that we did not use,
And we bought a cage,and two singing birds.
And at night we'd sit and listen to the canary song.


For we'd both run right out of words.


Now the stars they are all angled wrong,
And the sun and the moon refuse to burn.


But i remember a message,
In a demon's hand,


"dread the passage of jesus, for he does not return."
...he does not return
...he does not return

Look-a look-a yonder (3x)
Well the sun done gone


The captain can't hold her (3x)
The way i do now


Ada got a gold mine (3x)
Way above her knees


The shiv (?) is golden (3x)
Above her knees


Look-a look-a yonder (3x)
Well the sun done gone


Wohoh, black betty, bam-e-lam (2x)
Black betty had a baby, bam-e-lam (2x)
Damn thing was crazy, bam-e-lam (2x)
Wohoh, black betty, bam-e-lam (2x)
Oh, betty black betty, bam-e-lam (2x)
Black betty had a baby, bam-e-lam (2x)
Damn thing was crazy, bam-e-lam (2x)
Black betty didn't mind, bam-e-lam (2x)
Damn thing was blind, bam-e-lam (2x)
Wohoh, black betty, bam-e-lam (2x)
Black betty, black betty, bam-e-lam (2x)
Jump steady black betty, bam-e-lam (2x)


That monday, i was arrested
Tuesday, i locked up in jail
Wednesday baby, my trial's tested
On thursday, nobody could blow my bail


Yes, i'm almost done (3x)
And i ain't gonna yell against no bells


On monday, baby i went a-walking
Tuesday, i .... asked to go
On wednesday i sat down a-talking
On thursday she hock all a my clothes


Yes, i'm almost done (3x)
And i ain't gonna .... no more

Blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm
Smothered in mud at the foot of the river
The color vague is slapped around stupid
Blood dries to a very dull color


I'm drowning and there is no relief from


It's only 12,000 miles to heaven
But the car is broken and we're all well-spoken
I've met three people but i don't think they like me
And we all talk about the state of the weather


I'm drowning and there is no relief from


And everything i say are my own thoughts
Don't listen to my very dull brother


I'm drowning and there is no relief from

Well i love that kewpie doll
Yeah i bought her in a show
I dressed her up in a cheap red cotton dress
But everything was either fished-out or spat out
Fished out or spat out
Well i love that kewpie doll
But i could not make it stick
Only she could save my soul
She put her hands inside of me
Well i love that kewpie-doll
Dressed her in a cheap red cotton dress
Fished it out now
Spat it our now
Spat it out in front of me
Well i love that kewpie doll
But i could not make it stick
Doll doll doll doll
I held her in my cheap arms
She believed in me her soul plus my arms
Well i love that kewpie doll
I told her phony storys
I love that kewpie doll
She believed in me
Doll doll dolll doll
Cupie on a stick
I can see her coming even now
Kupie on a stick
I can see her walking to me even now
Well i love that kewpie-doll
But i could not make it stick

From the current '93 album all the pretty horsies

The rivers of babylon flow, and fall, and carry
Away...jesus is alone on earth, not merely with no
One to feel and share his agony, but with no one
Even to know of it. heaven and he are the only ones
To know.


Jesus is in a garden, not of delight, like the first
Adam, who fell and took with him all
Mankind, but of agony, where he has saved
Himself and all mankind


He suffers this anguish and abandonment in the
Horror of the night.


Jesus will be in agony until the end of the world.
There must be no resting in the meantime...

From i'm your fan, a leonard cohen tribute album

Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places i used to play
And i'm crazy for love but i'm not coming on
I'm paying my rent everyday in the tower of song


I said to leonard cohen: how lonely does it get?
Leonard cohen hasn't answered me yet
But i can hear him coughing all night long,
A million floors above me in the tower of song


I was born like this, i had no choice
I was born like this, with a golden voice
Twenty-seven angels from the great beyond,
Well they tied me to this table right here in the tower of song


You can stick your needles in a voodoo doll
I'm sorry baby, but it don't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
They don't let a woman kill you in the tower of song


I've grown bitter, bitter, of this you may be sure:
The rich, the rich have got channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgement but it won't be long, but i may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices in the tower of song - oh yeah -
The guitar, the bass, the drums, so nice every hour in the tower of song


I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
But i loved you, baby, way back when
All the bridges are burning that we might have crossed,
But i feel so close to everything that we lost
But i'll never have to lose you again, tower of song


I bid you farewell, i don't know when i'm back
They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me, baby, long after i'm gone
I'm speaking to you sweetly from a window in the tower of song


Now you can say that i've grown bitter, of this you can be sure:
The rich have got channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgement but it won't take long, i may be wrong

Nick covered this in a segment in september songs: a tribute to kurt weill


See the shark with teeth like razors
And he wears them in his face
And macheath has got a knife
But not in such an obvious place


Now see the shark, how red his fins are
As he slashes at his prey
Mack the knife wears fancy gloves
Which gives a minimum away


By the thames' turbid waters
Men abruptly tumble down
Well is it plague, or is it cholera
Or because macky's in town?


And the child bride, in her nighty
Whose assailant's still at large
Violated in her slumbers
Macky how much did you charge?


In the ghastly fire in soho
Seven children had a go
In the crowd stands mack the knife
But he isn't asked and he don't know


In the crowd stands mack the knife
But he ain't asked and he don't know

Oh-ho-ho-ho dead joe
Welcome to the car smash
Dead joe
Junk sculpture turning back to junk dead joe
Oh joe nooooo! it's christmas time joe
It's christmas time now for you and all the little
Bells are hanging 2x2 the holly and the nativity
Oh speak to me joe speak to me joe speak to me joe
Oh-oh-oh-ho
Dee---e---e--e--e-e-ad joe
Welcome to the car crash
You can't tell the boys from the girls anymore
Oh-ho-ho
Dead joe, the end.

So you've come back for jennifer
You know, she hides her face behind a veil
I'm warning you frankie, leave on the next train
Your jennifer she just isn't the same
Quit waving that thing about! come back!
Come back and give me a chance to explain
Your baby will never cry again.


So don't try to reach out
And don't let the ship's flag down
Point the figure-head at the storm
And drive her hard upon
Don't stop and don't stop
And don't let the veil drop
(another ship ready to sail--the rigging is tight
Tight like jennifer's veil).


She drew the curtain on her face
Ever since they came and burnt the old place down
Why is she searching through the ashes?
Why, only jennifer knows that now.
And the officer, without a word,
Left all his junk and just moved out.


So don't try to reach out
And don't let the ship's flag down
Point the figure-head at the glass
Smash! smash! into shards
Don't stop and don't touch!
And don't let the veil drop...behind jennifer's veil


Oh god! frankie! is that really you!
Get back! don't reach out!
Get back, and get that lantern out of my room!


Don't try to reach out
And don't let the ship's flag down
Down, down over her, like a shroud


And let her sail on the sea like a stone.
Don't touch and don't touch
And don't let the veil drop
Another ship ready to dock...the rigging comes loose...

There was a thick set man with frog eyes
Who was standing by the door
And a little bald man with wing-nut ears
Was waiting in the car
Well robert moore passed the frog-eyed man
As he walked into the bar,
And betty coltrane she jumped under her table.


"what's your pleasure?" asked the barman
He had a face like boiled meat
"there's a girl called betty coltrane
That i have come to see"
"but i ain't seen that girl 'round here
For more than a week"
And betty coltrane she hid beneath the table.

Well, then in came a sailior with
Mermaids tattooed on his arms,
Followed by the man with the wing-nut ears
Who was waitin' in the car
Well, robert moore sensed trouble,
He'd seen it comin' from afar
And betty coltrain she gasped beneath the table.


Well, the sailor said "i'm looking for my wife,
They call her betty coltrain!"
The frog-eyed man said "that can't be;
That's my wife's maiden name."
And the man with the wing-nut ears said,
"hey, i married her back in spain!"
And betty coltrain crossed herself beneath the table.


Well, robert moore stepped up and said
"that woman is my wife."
And he drew a silver pistol
And a wicked bowie knife;
And he shot the man with the wing-nut ears
Straight between the eyes
And betty coltrain, she moaned under the table.


The frog-eyed man jumped at robert moore,
Who stabbed him in the chest
And as mister frog-eyes died he said
"betty, your the girl that i loved best!"
The sailor pulled a razor,
Robert blasted it to bits
"and betty, i know you're under the table."


"well have no fear," said robert moore,
"i do not want to hurt you!"
"never a woman did'na love me
Half as much as you.
You are the blessed' sun, girl
And you are the sacred moon."
And betty shot his legs out from under the table!


Well, robert moore went down heavy
With a crash upon the floor
And over to his trashin' body
Betty coltrain she did crawl.
She put the gun to the back of head
And pulled the trigger once more
And blew his brains out all over the table!


Well betty stood up and shook her head
And waved the smoke away.
Said, "i'm sorry mr barman
To leave your place this way."
As she emptied out their wallets she said,
"i'll collect my severence pay."
And then she winked and threw a dollar on the table.

I have a friend in you, oh mr clarinet
You make me laugh, and then cry like the song of the clarinet.
Marry me, marry me alive o
I put on my coat of trumpets
Will she be there? is my piccolo on straight?


Her white stockings and red dress that goes
Swish, swish, swish around her legs of lace
Marry me, marry me alive o


Could you tell her
Would you tell her for me,
Oh mr clarinet confidant
That i love her, love her, oh love her
I love her but i can't [wait]


Marry me, marry me alive o
Oh maybe, oh maybe lie down


I love her, love her, love her
Love her love her love her love her

Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet
And as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she did not know
And so i poisoned that dear little girl along the banks below
Along the banks below


I drew my saber through her; it was a bloody night
I threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sight
My father often told me that money would set me free
And so i murdered that dear little girl whose name was rose connelly
Whose name was rose connelly


My father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
His only son soon should walk to yonder scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun; the scaffold now waits for me
For i did murder that dear little girl whose name was rose connelly
Whose name was rose connelly
Whose name was rose connelly

and no more shall we part
It will no longer be necessary
And no more will i say, dear heart
I am alone and she has left me

And no more shall we part
The contracts are drawn up, the ring is locked upon the finger
And never again will my letters start
Sadly, or in the depths of winter

And no more shall we part
All the hatchets have been buried now
And all of birds will sing to your
Beautiful heart
Upon the bough

And no more shall we part
Your chain of command has been silenced now
And all of those birds would've sung to your beautiful heart
Anyhow

Lord, stay by me
Don't go down
I will never be free
If i'm not free now

Lord, stay by me
Don't go down
I never was free
What are you talking about?

For no more shall we part
And no more shall we part

The street is very wide
And i can't see across it
My house isn't clear to me
The cars move in between


Chorus and i say: question
When is a door not a door???
And i say: "that's not right!
Answer when it's a jar


The numbers soft as soap
And tend to bend in addition
They're much too wan for me
I'd prefer some consistancy


Chorus

The windows open wide
But i can't see out of it
The view is not very there
Some-times i look for it


Chorus

They're working us like dogs around here
'cause pleasure is the boss
And i'm the happiest slave alive round here
'cause pleasure is the boss
And nothing is safe that don't stand still
If it's o.k. with the boss
I'm gunna walk right up and take it yeah
If it's o.k. with the boss


Walk


What's o.k. with the boss is o.k. with me
What's o.k. with the boss is o.k. with me


What's o.k. with the boss is o.k. with me
What's o.k. with the boss is o.k. with me


What's o.k. with the boss is o.k. with me
What's o.k. with the boss is o.k. with me

as so with that, i thought i'd take a final walk
The tide of public opinion had started to abate
The neighbours, bless them, had turned out to be all talk
I could see their frightened faces
Peering at me through the gate

I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure
Time moved so rapidly, i had no hope of keeping track of it
I thought of my friends who had died of exposure
And i remembered other ones who had died from the lack of it


And in my best shoes i started falling forward down the street
I stopped at a church and jostled through the crowd
And love followed just behind me, panting at my feet
As the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud


Inside i sat, seeking the presence of a god
I searched through the pictures in a leather-bound book
I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood
And a gilled jesus shivering on a fisherman's hook


Babe
It seems so long
Since you've been gone away
And i
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day


Back on the street i saw a great big smiling sun
It was a good day and an evil day and all was bright and new
And it seemed to me that most destruction was being done
By those who could not choose between the two


Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboys, clones
The streets groan with little caesars, napoleons and cunts
With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones
Counting on their fingers, with crumbs down their fronts


I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers
The magnolias, camellias and azaleas so sweet
And i stood there invisible in the panicking crowds
You looked so beautiful in the rising heat
I smell smoke, see little fires bursting on the lawns
People carry on regardless, listening to their hands
Great cracks appear in the pavement, the earth yawns
Bored and disgusted, to do us down


Babe
It seems so long
Since you've been gone
And i
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day


These streets are frozen now. i come and go
Full of a longing for something i do not know
My father sits slumped in the deepening snow
As i search, in and out, above, about, below


Babe
It seems so long
Since you went away
And i
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day

Available on the rare on air benefit cd.



Everybody got a room
Everybody got a room
Everybody got a room
In god's hotel.
Everybody got a room.
Well you'll never see a sign hanging on the door
Sayin 'no vacancies anymore'.


Everybody got wings
Everybody got wings
Everybody got wings
In god's hotel.
Everybody got wings.
You'll never see a sign hanging on the door
Sayin 'at no time may both feet leave the floor'


Everybody got a harp
Everybody got a harp
Everybody got a harp
In god's hotel.
Everybody got a harp.
You'll never see a sign hanging on the wall
Sayin 'no harps allowed in the hotel at all'.


Everybody got a cloud
Everybody got a cloud
Everybody got a cloud
In god's hotel.
Everybody got a cloud.
You'll never see a sign hanging on the wall
Sayin 'smoking and drinking will be thy downfall'.


Everybody hold a hand
Everybody hold a hand
Everybody hold a hand
In god's hotel.
Everybody hold a hand.
You'll never see a sign hung up above your door
'no visitors allowed in rooms, by law!'


Everybody's halo shines
Everybody's halo shines
Everybody's halo shines
In god's hotel.
Everybody's halo lookin' fine.
You won't see a sign staring at you from the wall
Sayin 'lights out! no burnin the midnight oil!'


Everybody got credit
Everybody got credit
Everybody got credit
In god's hotel.
Everybody got good credit.
You'll never see a sign stuck on the cash-box drawer
Sayin 'credit tommorow!!' or 'want credit?!? haw, haw haw!!'


Everybody is blind
Everybody is blind
Everybody is blind
In god's hotel.
Everybody is blind.
You'll never see a sign on the front door
'no red skins. no blacks. and that means you, baw!'


Everybody is deaf
Everybody is deaf
Everybody is deaf
In god's hotel.
Everybody is deaf.
You'll never find a sign peeling off the bar-room wall
'though shalt not blaspheme, cuss, holler or bawl'.


Everybody is dumb
Everybody is dumb
Everybody is dumb
In god's hotel.
Everybody is dumb.
So you'll never see on the visiting-room wall
'though shalt not blaspheme, cuss, holler or bawl'.


Everybody got heaven
Everybody got heaven
Everybody got heaven
In god's hotel.
Everybody got heaven.
So you'll never see scribbled on the bathroom wall
'let rosy get ya heaven, dial 686-844!'

where is mona?
She's long gone
Where is mary?
She's taken her along
But they haven't put their mittens on
And there's fifteen feet of pure white snow?

Where is michael?
Where is mark?
Where is mathew
Now it's getting dark?
Where is john? they are all out back
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Would you please put down that telephone
We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow

I waved to my neighbour
My neighbour waved to me
But my neighbour
Is my enemy
I kept waving my arms
Till i could not see
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is anybody
Out there please?
It's too quiet in here
And i'm beginning to freeze
I've got icicles hanging
From my knees
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is there anybody here who feels this low?
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my lord oh my lord
Oh my lord oh my lord

Doctor, doctor
I'm going mad
This is the worst day
I've ever had
I can't remember
Ever feeling this bad
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Where's my nurse
I need some healing
I've been paralysed
By a lack of feeling
I can't even find
Anything worth stealing
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is there anyone else here who doesn't know?
We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my lord oh my lord
Oh my lord oh my lord
Save yourself! help yourself!
Save yourself! help yourself!
Save yourself! help yourself!
Save yourself! help yourself!