1.Hollywood The Second Time
I-65, Illinois moon.
A voice in my ear saying,
'You're the fool'.
No-it's all in your mind...
Well, I'm not moving forward tonight...
I'm falling behind.
Snow on the cornfields,
Silver and blue.
It's probably raining
On her house, too.
I know she won't wait,
I know I know, I know-
Hollywood the second time,
Hollywood the second time.
West lane is choked,
Time moving slow, arm hurting bad.
Don't say where you're going
'Cause they won't understand...
Move your own way through.
It's got my heart cold.
I was walkin',
Walkin' in the rain...
Hollywood the second time,
Hollywood the second time.
Thanks for the ride,
Thanks for the loan.
It was windy in Reno,
He was walking alone.
There's a chill in his eyes,
And he asked himself
When the bus came,
Would he be all right？
How long will it take？
How long will it take
'Til the valley rolls by
And he's home...
Hollywood the second time,
Hollywood the second time.
2.Empty Room
In a circle we place ourselves,
It's the human thing to do
On this life-like stage,
We act a play,
Well that's so human too
Why don't you drink
From my ruby red glass？
Why don't you drink
From my ruby glass？
An unlit corner
In the world alone...
What shall we do？
Now I'm thinking less
Of pain and lies
And I'm thinking more of you...
And I'm thinking more of you...
The empty room-
Upon a black floor
Come on and fill this glass.
Forget this life
And lock the door.
Give me violets
And vine tonight.
From this night on
We'll be alright
'Til empty falls the ruby glass
I'm thinking less,
But I'm thinking more of you
Thinking more of you,
Thinking more of you.
Life is short,
And you're the sort that
Turns a night into a year...
Silently call me close,
Say it's the same for you
Why don't you drink
From my ruby red glass？
Why don't you drink
From my ruby glass？
The empty room-
Upon a black floor
Give me violets
And vine tonight.
From this night on
We'll be alright
'Til empty falls
The ruby glass
I'm thinking less,
But I'm thinking more of you
Thinking more of you,
Thinking more of you.
3.Chains Of Luck
Let me out and let me in.
Everybody was breaking
Through the chains of luck...
Through the sand, and in the wind.
Born with any break I'd want...
Every alarm clock radio's on.
I hear the heart of California pumping,
'Do Ron Ron De Do Ron Ron'
Hey, Hey, Hey, I feel
Like I'm fading away.
My, My, My, My, My,
I survived what a million
Other guys survived.
He had eyes like Bacall's...
No kidding, I remember those.
Can't remember what
She looked like...
I remember her clothes.
I heard the heart of
Brian Wilson pumping,
'Do Ron Ron De Do Ron Ron'
I heard the waves sing：
'Alle Alle Alleluia, Alle Alle Alleluia'
And the city behind me：
'What'll we do with a drunken sailor？
What'll we do with a drunk？'
I see blue lights through the shades.
My body lying down in my bed.
I need some real big hands
To ease this busted head.
I hear a baby crying in a video arcade.
Over the video war game guns.
Brian Wilson chants his mantra.
'Do Ron Ron De Do Ron Ron'
4.Back In The Laundromat
(OR：An inebriated and slightly inbred white male is smitten by
an overweight white woman he sees while passing the Fluff'n Fold
Coin Op Laundry.)
I found five dollars on the street.
Bought myself a bite to eat.
I paid the check, left the tip.
I found I had a dollar left,
So I put four quarters in the
Wurlitzer in the corner,
And I pressed E-9, E-9, E-9, E-9, E-9,
And put my hands on the box
To hear it play ten times-goin'
'Junglejunglejunglejungle boogie.
Junglejunglejunglejungle boogie.
Junglejunglejunglejungle boogie.'
Well they juggled my ass out
The fifth time it came up.
I was walking down the street,
Still singing my ass off.
Walkin' and a lookin' in the
Windows that I'm passin'.
Admiring my reflection
And my bad assin'.
But as I pass that Laundromat
I got to stop cuz I been hit.
Way in the back, way in the back,
Back in the back, of the Laundromat.
Way in the back, way in the back,
Way in the back, of the Laundromat.
I'm gonna rope me the fatted calf
Back in the back, of the Laundromat.
There sat a woman with her hair in a net.
She had a smoke white face, posey blue eyes,
Twenty pounds extra, just my size.
TV Guide Magazine, reading it absorbedly.
Sitting unwomanly, she couldn't see
What I could see; her yellow Bermudas,
Thighs of silk like a golden sunrise
On a sea of milk....
Well I got my comb, laid my hair back slick.
I walked on in, I was badder'n shit....
Way in the back, way in the back,
Back in the back, of the Laundromat.
Way in the back, way in the back,
Back in the back, of the Laundromat.
I'm gonna rope me the fatted calf
Back in the back, of the Laundromat.
5.When The Lights Go Out
Jimmy, jimmy,
Where have you been？ We had a date.
It's four am and you're
Five hours late again.
Jimmy said he had a feeling tonight...
He couldn't go to sleep,
It was getting light...
Drank some coffee and I got a buzz,
So I got myself a fifth with a friend.
And then the lights go out, and
He said it'll be the same as yesterday,
Hey-hey.
When the lights go out,
It'll be the same,
Hey-hey.
Simi Valley, where the hell is that？
When I woke up, I swore I'd quit,
No more, no more, I swore I swore.
And then the lights go out, and
He said it'll be the same as yesterday,
Hey-hey.
When the lights go out,
It'll be the same,
Hey-hey.
I slept with the door unlocked
When I left her...
I thought she might come back,
Even though I knew her
Better than that,
And I was better off, I did it anyway....
I'd wake and hear her voice decay
Into police sirens far away.
Jimmy said he had a feeling tonight...
He couldn't go to sleep,
It was getting light...
And then the lights go out...
6.Country Of Man
I started out in 1954,
'What the hell was it all for？'
He asked himself why-
'What the hell am I gonna do now,
Drink gin all night or fight？'
He says this, he says that-
Why should I believe any of it？
I'm living in the country of man.
I seen 'em lying down on their hands
I'm living in the country of man.
I seen 'em lying, dying instead.
Later on in 1955
Charlie was working the Roosevelt, so was I.
'What the hell am I gonna do now,
Raise these kids or leave the wife？'
He says this, he says that-
Why should I believe any of it？
I'm living in the country of man.
I seen 'em lying down on their hands
I'm living in the country of man.
I seen 'em lying, dying instead.
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh,
Buh, buh, buh, buh
And the president says,
'Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh,
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh'
The premier replies：
'Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh,
Buh, buh buh, buh, buh'
Then the papers say,
'Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh,
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh....
7.Joanne
Sits and watches traffic pass
Rejecting eyes,
Pulling down the steel and glass
She won't beg and no one will ask
It moves too fast, for Joanne
There's a silence no man can crack
The city drains,
The wind sheds the clouds to rags.
She looks forward, she looks back,
It moves too fast for Joanne.
Her secret is revealed.
She opens up her sacred heart,
Her wound that never heals.
Breathe slow, the moment's at hand.
It moves too fast for Joanne.
8.Elvis Bought Dora A Cadillac
It was 1957, Elvis Presley came in the
Spanish restaurant where Dora was working.
Dora took the order, bussed the plates,
Poured the coffee as the party ate.
Col. Tom paid the check and Elvis Presley
Left the tip, a brand new Cadillac....
And the Gods I loved were poor white trash.
One was making wine in Canaan, the other
Tipping waitresses Cadillacs...
Twenty years later when Elvis died she parked
The Caddy in the drive. With plaster statues,
Lights, and stands she called her front yard
Presley Land. She said he was just a poor man's
Son who never forgot where he'd come.
Now that he is dead and gone she shares
Her gift with everyone....
And the Gods I loved were poor white trash.
One was making wine in Canaan, the other
Tipping waitresses Cadillacs...
The landlord had all he could stand.
Better cash was close at hand.
The land, the land, the land was in demand.
'Down the way they're selling German cars.
British clothes to movie stars.
We can kick the Spanish out for good,
Rejuvenate the neighborhood. I'm the laughing
Stock of all my friends, with that crazy old
Woman and her Presley Land...'
When she was left with nothing, she said
'They sold my house, can't get it back,
Could hardly raise the cash if I sold
My Cadillac...even if I could do that.'
And the Gods I loved were poor white trash.
One was making wine in Canaan, the other
Tipping waitresses Cadillacs...
9.The Grass Is Greener
Hey-ho, Daddy's home!
Heeeerrrreeee's Johnny!!!
Where did everybody go？？!!
Goodbye Chicago,
Goodbye Miami skies,
'Ground control to Major Tom,
My soul's been psychodelisized...'
They say the grass is greener
On the other side of the fence
And the meat is sweeter,
It takes two to do the dance.
Man, the girl is a dream!
I ain't seen one like that since...
They say the grass is greener
On the other side of the fence.
Well, the girl from New York
Digs Peter Tork and the girls
From Milwaukee do the Walkie-Talkie.
Cheerleaders in Atlanta do the
Boom-shagga-lagga, shouting
'V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!!!'
They walk and they walk and
They talk and they talk and
Theywalkandtheywalkandthey
Talkandtheytalkandtheywalkand
Theywalkandtheytalkandtheytalk
All night to get it right, but inside
They say the grass is greener
On the other side of the fence
And the meat is sweeter,
It takes two to do the dance.
Man, the girl is a dream!
I ain't seen one like that since...
They say the grass is greener
On the other side of the fence
On the other side of the fence
On the other side of the fence
Jimmy's dad says
'Son, there's a small hotel,
Two high on Ten High
And Chantilly. Man! I love the
Smell of another man's life.
I love the smell of another man's wife.
Strike while the iron's hot.
I know it's wrong, but I can't stop.
I love your mom, but I'm a bum and
Hey, c'mon...'
They say the grass is greener
On the other side of the fence
And the meat is sweeter,
It takes two to do the dance.
Man, the girl is a dream!
I ain't seen one like that since...
10.Ain't My Day
Chrokee sat on the same bar stool
Everyday 'til his wife dragged him back.
Drinking and talking about the old days,
'They don't make them anymore like that.'
I did extra work in the movies for so long,
That starring role never came through...
Horse opera stories were my specialty,
I remember when I met the Duke.
Oh- it ain't my day...
Oh- it ain't my day...
Now I'm sixty years old
And I sit by the phone,
Every night by the light of the soaps
I'll bet my last dollar
That Jock and his sons never once
Burned their hands on a rope...
Oh- it ain't my day...
Oh- it ain't my day...
And I'm trying to, dying to,
Sit back and see my old face,
Oh- it ain't my day...
Oh- it ain't my day...
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