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Be Passersby

tread the ground of no ground

walk away on your own

tell the truth and be the truth

truly love and be gone

 

be passersby

go it alone

don't take a thing

not even your phone

be passersby be passersby

go it alone

 

all night long: their howling song

will these dogs never rest

don't return you'll only burn

for every deed you confess

 

be passersby

go it alone

don't take a thing

not even your phone

be passersby be passersby

go it alone

 

a bridge you crossed slick with moss

down the trestle you descend

you're dwelling now and god knows how

this underside became an end

 

be passersby

go it alone

don't take a thing

not even your phone

be passersby be passersby

go it alone

 

passersby detach yourself

these worldly things are just false wealth

passersby go on

the rearview is cracked

passersby by in a charade

the wife and kid; you had it made

passersby roll on

never look back

 

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Done Wastin’ Time

early in the morning ... hear alarm bell ring

got my new guitar strings gonna make 'em sing

early in the morning is good a time a day

for just a little loving to put me on my way

done wastin' time

 

you got the corner office you've been working for

but you hate your colleagues so you close the door

underneath the ozone ... don't know what you need

so you crank up your computer ... prepared to spill your seed

done wastin' time

 

i'm wastin time again what can i do

i'm wastin time again i should be making up to you

 

nevermind the motion that puts your mind to sleep

a lifetime of devotion can make a grown man weep

you didn't see it coming: a note left on the fridge

kinda makes you wonder what the hell you did

done wastin' time

 

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Las Galeros

it's a long road home to las galeras

the people up in philly man they can really scare us

and this place ain't no paradise by the sea

 

you take a beautiful child you kick her in the ribs

somewhere down the line she lost the will to live

you could call it bad luck or you could it destiny

 

there's a limo driver in a prison cell

could be on his way to heaven or own his way to hell

if you listen to his story, man, it wasn't him to blame

 

hit her hard enough and a lung collapses

neighbors stand around say "they put one past us"

don't sweat it, amigo, there's plenty of fault to claim

 

oh the days get clipped ... down in the dirty dip

but oh up on the hill ... in a way ... it's a just slower kill

 

it's a long way home to las galeras

but i'm living in mt. airy and i'm nowhere near it

you might even say this is a rich man's neighborhood

 

sure there's trouble over here on the inside and the out

but i ain't complaining 'cause i got no doubt

no matter where you turn there's some bad and there's some good

 

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it's a long road home to las galaras

the deck of cards you're dealt may not be the fairest

when you're looking for a better school and a better life

 

fresh cement and single bouquet

at the threshold of the jungle in an unmarked grave

you think it's better here, man, i'll tell you, you better think twice

 

there's a grieving mother 'neath a mango tree

there but for fortune could be you or could be me

sent her angel up to philly on a wing and a prayer

 

the american dream is filled with violence

we do it different up here than they do down in the islands

you can roll them bones on a dead end desperate dare

 

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Lord Baltimore

it's the singular way you walk through the door

it's the singular way you ask me for more

time to decide the place where we stand

i'm begging you please let go of my hand

 

i saw your car parked at the lord baltimore

and a glimpse of a girl as she opened the door

and i waited in vain for you to appear

and i'm watching the rain in my rear view mirror

 

i thought that i left my feelings behind

is it true what they say about healing in time

 

the lord baltimore was shuttered this week

a nuisance they said but if these walls could speak

a story they'd tell of the passion and pain

and the lies that steal love and leave nothing but shame

 

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Who Needs the Muse?

who needs the muse?

she's just a ruse

to keep you from the game

 

coffee and cigarettes

a girl last night you met

they'll do you just the same

 

you can hang around

for the perfect sound

that'll never come

 

after a thousand dates

there ain't no perfect mate

sorry to tell you, son

 

goffin and carole king

exchanged their wedding rings

didn't let it slow 'em down

 

a tiny office space

perhaps a touch of grace

and those two got it down

 

singing for angry stares

while the t.v. blares

where was the muse back then?

 

hauling my ass to work

just like the other jerks

that bitch is not my friend

 

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No More

there's a tractor in the shed

it's battery is dead

and it don't do shit no more

the signals gotten crossed

and along the line we lost

we don't do shit no more

no more no more

we don't do shit no more

 

there's a rattling in my cage

the test results were grave

and the blood don't flow no more

arteries are clogged

from living too high on the hog

and the blood don't flow no more

 

no more no more

the blood don't flow no more

 

there was a snake out in the grass

used to slither round so fast

but he don't slither 'round no more

lying bleached out in the sun

yea, his slithering days are done

he's a husk of what he was before

 

before before

i'm a husk of what i was before

 

there's a song still to be sung

on the tip of my tongue

but that song won't be song no more

there's files to be shared

and the bossman's running scared

no, i won't sell my song no more

 

no more no more

i won't sell my song no more

before before

a husk of what i was before

no more no more

blood money won't pump no more

no more no more

we can't do shit no more

 

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Praying to St. Joe

a little trinket did you ever think it

you and me in such discord

trapped like prisoners we were both bad listeners

and paid more than we could afford

 

we were always reaching for a prize beyond us

looking up when we shoulda looked low

now i'm talking to an agent and i'm trying to be patient

and i'm praying to st. joe

 

it's a million miles since you walked down the aisle

and i felt a weakening in my knees

but the years'll get ya and the day i met ya

is a fading memory

 

did we give it a fair shake or just give up

i suppose it's too late now to know

relying on a broker's like a losing hand at poker

and i'm praying to st. joe

 

then on one fine chrismas day

santa didn't come

how the hell do you explain

the banker owns the chimney son

 

a small piece of plastic for a move so drastic

but i'm gonna try anything

a house on the market and a future so dark it

cast a shadow on our little angels wings

 

a nine day novena: believe and trust

words that i'm not sure we know

listen, it can't hurt to dig up a little dirt

and bury old st. joe

 

then on one fine christmas day

we lived in different homes

i wonder did you realize

what it's like to live alone

 

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A Wig and A Wonder

looking for a room with an hourly rate

my stomach up in knots but my heart can't wait

hot sheet special ... just a twenty dollar dent

it's a wig and a wonder and money well spent

 

somebody gonna win

somebody gonna lose

somebody gotta stay

somebody gotta move

 

there was a tranny in houston i found out was a man

but i didn't realize it 'til he showed me his hand

man girl girl man what's a boy to do

stumblin from the icehouse got vomit on my shoe

 

somebody gonna win ...

 

how in the world did it come to this

i was trying so hard to walk a line

only takes one drunk kiss

in a world of despair yourself you'll find

 

next day i'm praying in the rothko chapel

i got a lonesome ache in my adam's apple

no east coast eve gonna hold me down

me and my friend mort gonna hit this town

 

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Wonder and Pray

was not fruitful ... did not multiply

fiddled and diddled ... got mud in my eye

you with me, baby?

from the way you look i couldn't say

sometimes i wonder ... sometimes i pray

 

saw a cop beat up a homeless guy

thought to stop but i walked on by

courage to summon

i guess i'll leave that for another day

sometimes i wonder ... sometimes i pray

 

sometimes i wonder ... sometimes i pray

sometimes i shake it to the break of day

sometimes i slide and sometimes i split

sometimes i think i had enough this shit

 

looking in a fountain trying to find my youth

leaned in too close and i chipped my tooth

you ever seen that thing?

they got it parked out there on j.f.k.

sometimes i wonder sometimes i pray

 

sometimes i wonder ... sometimes i pray

sometimes i shake it to the break of day

sometimes i bubble and sometimes i crack

sometimes i swear that i'll never look back

 

pulled a splinter from my finger and laid it on my desk

a pounding on the door led to a pounding in my chest

a bag lay on the carpet

you put it there but coulda walked away

sometimes i wonder sometimes i pray

 

sometimes i wonder ... sometimes i pray

sometimes i shake it to the break of day

sometimes i rock ... sometimes i roll

sometimes i wonder what i'm doing to my soul

 

sometimes i wonder ... sometimes i pray

sometimes i shake it to the break of day

sometimes i spin and sometimes i turn

sometimes baby i just burn burn burn

 

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All lyrics by Jon Houlon, 2013

A WIG AND A WONDER