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Awfully QuietI like noise that's why I'm livin' where I am.I like the noise and confusion of a traffic jam. I like the sound of a jet as it's shakin' my dwellin'. I like ragin', rampagin', and screamin' and yellin'. Sound of a fire engine headed for a fire, Emotions so high they can't get any higher. Goin' out of control in an outta-hand crowd. I like noise and it's gotta be loud. Awfully quiet on the streets yesterday. People on the streets had little to say. I walked the streets and barely heard a sound. It was awfully quiet on the streets downtown Sometimes quiet's okay, sometimes quiet's alright. Given the choice, I like noise, morning, noon, and night. Awfully quiet on the trains last night. People on the trains kept the conversation light. I rode the trains and barely heard a word, Quietest train I ever heard Sometimes quiet's okay, sometimes quiet's alright. Given the choice, I like noise, morning, noon, and night. It was awfully quiet and I needed some noise. I got on the phone called up the boys. I was jonesing so bad, I could barely hack it. They came to the house and kicked up a racket. They turned my place on its ear, the boys began to riot. It felt so good to hear on a day that was so quiet. I screamed and cheered them on, And helped out where I could. And when they all were gone, I was feeling good. Where'd You Go?Checked the clock when I got home and realized I was alone.Sat for hours by the window wonderin' where did ya go? Couldn't eat or sleep at all took the pictures off the wall. Paced the place as time moves slow and I'm wondering Where did ya go? Where'd ya go? Where'd ya go? I wanna know! Lit a cigarette I couldn't smoke Wound the clock until it broke. Went to bed then took a shower, stared at TV for an hour. Did the dishes, made the bed. Read a book I never read. Any minute you will show and I'm wondering where did ya go? Where'd ya go? Where'd ya go? I wanna know! I opened the fridge, I opened a beer, played a tape I couldn't hear. Emptiness began to grow and I'm wondering where did ya go? Watched the sun come up from the back stairs. Thought about the last few years. I lost control I screamed, I cried I punched a hole and went inside. Packed my things, called a friend. Wished this emptiness would end. Wrote a note then tore it up, poured the beer into a cup. Sat on the couch, drank it slow, wondering where did ya go? Realized I couldn't stay, I grabbed my things and went away. Where'd you go? Where'd you go? I wanna know! Doctor DNoise, noise, noise from down below.It's coming from the basement. It's underneath the house now. And it's rockin' the foundation. It's the noise we love to make, and for year's we have been making. While Doctor D watches TV his house is fucking shaking. He lets us practice in his place. He's got a wife with a pretty face. Takes vacation, owns property, Dr. Dalsimer, Dr. D. In the daytime what's he doin? Upstairs in the attic he's saving lives from ruin. And sorting through the static, he puts back together brains? I guess they're broken. bip... And I'm not fucking joking. He lets us practice in his place. He's got a wife with a pretty face. Takes vacation, owns property. Dr. Dalsimer, Dr. D. Nice, nice, nice neighborhood. And nice place to raise the kids. They're tough strings to obtain but Dr. D. He did. Worked hard to take it easy. Worked hard and wasn't lazy. Guitars drums, tones, saxophones; He must be fucking crazy He lets us practice in his place. He's got a wife with a pretty face. Takes vacation, owns property. Dr. Dalsimer, Dr. D. It Can't HurtYou thought the idea was good,To hang around in my neighborhood. Thought it was a good idea, You even thought it might advance your career. Thought that time was on your side, And you can go along for the ride. Thought you wouldn't go too far, Your thoughts have got you where you are. I never had a crystal ball, never promised you at all. I never promised you a thing, I never knew what things would bring. It can't hurt, It can't hurt, not gonna hurt you at all. It hasn't helped, it hasn't helped, not gonna help you at all. You believe that being where you've been, And a way that you could walk right in. And you were sure that going where you've gone, Was a way that you could get up on. You had to do what you had to do, and you bit off more than you could chew. Open your eyes and look at where you're at. Shut your mouth and swallow that. I never had a crystal ball, never promised you at all. I never promised you a thing, I never knew what things would bring. It can't hurt, It can't hurt, not gonna hurt you at all. It hasn't helped, it hasn't helped, not gonna help you at all. What's At StakeStick that needle into your armDo anything that does you harm See you lyin' there on the floor See you staggerin' out at the door Refrain:
You don't care about anyone,
Cowboy CoffeeTo put up with the outputI don't think about it, Hold on and hold out Or I'd be left out without it Things better get better I gotta get Thing's should get good But they haven't yet While these things keep bringing And bringing me grief I've got that one something That still brings relief Cowboy coffee and chemical cream Ride, ride, ride on my stallion of green Midnight flower, sleep in the flowers And dream, hurricane, breakneck speed, rapid fire, dreams It's not that it's boggin' or cloggin' my head It's not that I'm swamped Buried under near dead It's just the daily grind To bring the daily bread I wasn't born rich I'm good looking instead While these dailys "dille-dallie" And I'm daily employed I've got that daily something That's daily enjoyed Cowboy coffee and chemical cream Ride, ride, ride on my stallion of green Midnight flower, sleep in the flowers And dream, hurricane, breakneck speed, rapid fire, dreams I'll Drink To ThatStanding stiff on a cliff, and I'm not gonna leap.Checked out the water, but it's much too deep. No going back, no turning around. I'll stay here and wait. God, I hope that I'm found. My thoughts were in knots, I couldn't get to sleep. Went up to the attic to see what to keep. Threw out the useless and now it's bone-dry. But I still couldn't die, couldn't figure out why. The place is packed, I needed that. A bottle cracked, I'm glad for that. A good night's rest, forget about that. I feel alive in this dive, so I'll drink to that. The attic was empty and my eyes were shut. I had to do something but I didn't know what. The darkness was nice but it wasn't enough. The clock wasn't stopping so I had to get tough. The place is packed, I needed that. A bottle cracked, I'm glad for that. A good night's rest, forget about that. I feel alive in this dive so I'll drink to that. Got up and out, And found out it was raining. The car lived then died, but I wasn't complaining. Hell bent for action, some had to be out there. I walked then I ran, hoping something was somewhere. Fefore too long, it didn't take long, This place came along and I ended up here. The place is packed, I needed that. A bottle cracked, I'm glad for that. A good night's rest, forget about that. I feel alive in this dive so I'll drink to that. Guns And The Young357 magnum.9mm handgun. A-K 47 and an UZI sub machine gun. You see it on TV, you know it looks cool. All these actors going around killing thousands of people in two or three minutes. It builds up in your head and you say, "yo, I can do that." Just stand facing a wall, your enemies are all around you. You can feel the tension right behind you. 357 magnum. 9mm hangun. A-K 47 and an UZI sub machine gun. Everybody's trying to take, take over my spot. People just trying to take, take what I got. See if I'm strapped, they can't get to me. Everybody's afraid of each other, you make enemies so easily. Just hangin' on the corner you get your chains snatched a couple of times. People take the shoes off your feet. You feel like you've got to arm yourself to protect yourself. What do you do if someone's packin'? What the hell can one man do? What do you do if he's crackin'? Hope he can't shoot straight? 357 magnum. 9mm handgun. A-K 47 and an UZI sub machine gun. He's BackWhen he left, he showed up at my door, different than he was before.I was scared, and he was way off track. He told me, people were out after him. And talked of places that he'd never been, On a mission, and sworn to secrecy, different than he used to be. Back, back, and we're glad he's back, on track!! It's good to have him back, he's back. Back, back, and we're glad he's back, on track!! It's good to have him back, he's back. When he was gone, he slept out on my couch. In the daytime he was always out. I never knew where he went or how his afternoons were spent. He said he had to slay a dragon, kill a giant, fix a wagon. Wage a war, feed the world, and stamp out sin. In the daytime he was never in. Back, back, and we're glad he's back, on track!! It's good to have him back, he's back. Back, back, and we're glad he's back, on track!! It's good to have him back, he's back. I'm a freight train baby don't give me no sidetrack, no! I want your main line baby! Climb aboard the Eden Express! This train is coming through! This train is bound for glory! This train, this train is coming through! This train is bound for glory! When he left, he showed up at my door, different then he was before. I was scared and he was way off track. I thought he wasn't coming back. When he came back, he showed up at my door, different than he was before. I was geared 'cause he was back on track. It's good to have my old friend back. Back, back, and we're glad he's back, on track!! It's good to have him back, he's back. Back, back, and we're glad he's back, on track!! It's good to have him back, he's back. Bad In PlaidPolka dots just don't go.Pointy shoes hurt my toes. Paisley makes me nauseous. When I'm down with plaid, be cautious. Fucked up stripes, I just don't feel right. When I'm chill with Joe late at night Money, cars, more money, no! Won't make me leave my plaid at home. Cuz I'm BAD IN PLAID. Time spent in hawaiian shirts. Some mistakes were even worse. Like acid washed, or skinny ties, Wrap-around sunglasses on my eyes. Now plaid is the color of my soul. So I wear it, from head to toe. Breakin' microphones for the crowd. I'm bad in plaid and I'm plaid and I'm proud. They Came To BostonThey came to Boston on their vacation,They came, they saw, they annoyed me. They saw it all, What! Fanueil Hall! It's best if they just avoid me. Rented a car to see the sights, They found the Hub confusing. Looked for the Swan Boats in Mattapan. Well, I find that real amusing. I was here before they came, I'll be here long after. Don't want to share, but it seems clear that I'm gonna have to. They came to Boston for an education, Live in the dorms, join a frat, Jam my bars and subway cars. Now, what the fuck is that? Spend year one having fun, And causing aggravation. Spending daddy's cash on a toga bash, When the hell's graduation? I was here before they came, I'll be here long after. Don't want to swear, but it seems clear that I'm gonna have to. |
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