1. MONSTER

Take this from me, I can’t use it anymore
Break the story, lay the flowers at my door
Sniff a little, tickle your face and smile
Your kid’ll love being alone awhile

I’m told you don’t, I’m told you do
Make up your mind, what’s wrong with you?
I’m here to party, not to dance
Now in terms of romance
I need some lovin’, tell me true
Don’t be the one to block the view
Don’t drink the water, have some fun
You’re not the only monster under the sun

How ya doin’ buddy? You don’t look so good
I know you’re not here to dance, but I think maybe you should
Believe me when I say the stars are spinning in your eyes
But take it from me, this whole universe is telling lies
(Oh yeah)

I’m told you don’t, I’m told you do
Make up your mind, what’s wrong with you?
I’m here to party, not to dance
Now in terms of romance
I need some lovin’, tell me true
Don’t be the one to block the view
Don’t drink the water, have some fun
You’re not the only monster under the sun
You’re not the only monster under the sun
You’re not the only monster under the sun

You’re not the only monster under the sun
(Oooh, Mattie & Debbie)
You’re not the only monster under the sun
(Oooh, Mattie & Debbie)
You’re not the only monster under the sun
(Oooh, Mattie & Debbie)
You’re not the only monster under the sun
(Oooh, Mattie & Debbie)





2. MESSAGE OF LOVE

I send a message of love
On the wings of a digital dove
It went to space and back
I send a message of love

The year’s 2014, I’m traveling in a big white van
Hour 6 of 31, I get to feeling lonely again

I send a message of love
On the wings of a digital dove
It went to space and back
I send a message of love

A call comes through the message machine
Is the only voice I find
It soothes for a minute then fades away
Like the life I left behind

The sun’s done turned to moon again
In the North Dakota plains
High and dry my eyes rolled back
But as the slumber’s setting in...

I send a message of love
On the wings of a digital dove
It went to space and back
I send a message of love





3. SATAN’S JUNCTION

Money hoarders, law and orders
Warring over made-up borders
Seems to be that half of us are
Living off of dimes and quarters

Tax deduction, liposuction
Got to where my brain can’t function
The hate, the police state
I wait for you at Satan’s Junction

Doggie trainers, fed no brainers
“Clorox helpsget out the stain-ers”
Feeding people toxic waste and lies
To help them numb the pain-erssss

Crooked abstaineys, gents & ladies
Hand in hand with Richard Cheney
A Bush, A Bush, Macbeth doth
Push you into Abu Ghraib-y

Tucked in, fed, and fucked until eruption
M16 malfunction
Toto & Dorothy, they click their heels
At Satan’s Junction

Hey baby, it’s the real Satan, HAIL ME
Aren’t you tired of being ordinary??
I got the cash, I got the tits
I got the mass production
ALL ABOARD
Next stop is Satan’s Junction





4. HASTE HAS THE TASTE OF SATAN

Haste has the taste of Satan
Free to decide how we ride
Fast or slow, we all gotta go
Haste has the taste of Satan

I’m pulling out the driveway
With a hardly buttoned-up shirt
I make my way to the main drag
Everybody’s going to work
It’s like this time will be different
Like some magic willoccur
I swerve a little bit here
I swerve a little bit there

Haste has the taste of Satan
Free to decide how we ride
Fast or slow, we all gotta go
Haste has the taste of Satan

I took a reading challenge back in ‘23
Said I’d read 10 books every week
The year-end came, my bookshelf grew
Both high and wide
I told the world of my amazing feat
But I’m still empty inside

Haste has the taste of Satan
Free to decide how we ride
Fast or slow, we all gotta go
Haste has the taste of Satan

He’s on his way to church
He should be fixed on God
Instead he’s cutting corners
Eyes fixed on the clock
And when he finally sits down
In his blessed pew of peace
The lector intones like an
Accelerated robot-text-to-speech

That old subtle foe so tempteth me
Takes any chance to exact a fee
Seems he’s the architect of quotas
And walls of space and time
Yet these are facts we can’t deny

Haste has the taste of Satan
Free to decide how we ride
Fast or slow, we all gotta go
Haste has the taste of Satan





5. TENNESSEE

Maybe I should move to Tennessee, Tennessee
Maybe I should move to Tennessee
Baby, it’s warm down there

Maybe it’s just where I need to be, need to be
Maybe it’s just where I need to be
Warm my ass down there

Tennessee, where the birds are hot and fancy-free
Need to be where my legs are out most every day, every day

Maybe I should move to Tennessee, Tennessee
Maybe I should move to Tennessee
Baby it’s warm down there

Maybe it’s just where I need to be, need to be
Maybe it’s just where I need to be
Warm my ass down there

Tennessee, where the birds are hot and fancy-free
Need to be where my legs are out most every day, every day

Maybe I should move to Tennessee, Tennessee
Maybe I should move to Tennessee
Baby it’s warm down there

Maybe it’s just where I need to be, need to be
Maybe it’s just where I need to be
Warm my ass down there

Tennessee, where the birds are hot and fancy-free
Need to be where my legs are out most every day, every day





6. MONTGOMERY 189
(Traditional)

Turn to page 189 in the Sacred Harp hymnal





7. BOCCO STAX

Take a great big snort of the wilderness, Bocco
But don’t forget the light of the lamps
There’s so many lamps in the wilderness, Bocco
But yougotta give lamps a chance

Bocco Stax, Bocco Stax
You gotta give lamps a chance
There’s so many lamps in the wilderness, Bocco
There’s so many lamp stands

Sleep and slate, regurgitate. go on, skip jump your rope
Pope to me: “There’s a real leap stored at the
top of the steeple where the non-jump counts for more”

Accidents proliferate, fate hardly exists
Especially most who swear on her
She’ll likely swing and miss

Glory of the quick freeze
The downfall of the queen size
Yet you can’t schedule your worldview
For a cut-corn gastric bypass

Bocco Stax, Bocco Stax
You gotta give lamps a chance
There’s so many lamps in the wilderness, Bocco
There’s so many lamp stands

Bocco Stax, Bocco Stax, Bocco Stax





8. LIFE’S A CABARET

If I rearrange my number, it’s okay for you to cry
I’ll be crying too, it’s for you, it’s forgetting how to lie
Forgetting how to lie
I cannot tell alie

Jackie’s telling me it’s alright, telling me to meditate
But Jackie doesn’t know I’m hungry
And there’s water on my plate
Water on the plate
Nothing on the…

Plate to keep me satisfied today
I can hear you singing “life’s a cabaret”

All I want to have in this life is a Redvine
But the package always breaks
So I call the operator, I’m on hold
I hope it’s worth the wait
I hope it’s worth the wait
But I don’t know if I can…

Wait to hear what’s happening between
The ringing and the answering machine





9. CLEVER SHOVEL

With your clever shovel, scooped yourself a hole
Dug yourself right into it
Individual, inimitable

With your clever shovel, scooped yourself a hole
Dug yourself right into it
Individual, inimitable

Like never before, or ever agai
Any old way, for me that’s a sin
I live to be free, by my own command
Head in the dirt, no view of the land

With your clever shovel, scooped yourself a hole
Dug yourself right into it
Individual, inimitable

With your clever shovel, scooped yourself a hole
Dug yourself right into it
Individual, inimitable

A turn of the phrase heated the stove
Lit up the house, and water did flow
The times they were fat, our foreheads were creased
These prosperous tricks, obliged to repeat

Dug yourself right into it

Pardon the grit and levity’s stain
Let the well dry and the suffering begin
The pleasantries here, all fueled by a mire
Put down the spade and your wordly desire

With your clever shovel, scooped yourself a hole
Dug yourself right into it
Individual, inimitable

With your clever shovel, scooped yourself a hole
Dug yourself right into it
Individual, inimitable





10. MASTERS OF WAR
(Bob Dylan)

Come you masters of war / You that build the big guns / You that build the death planes, you that build all the bombs / You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks / I just want you to know I can see through your masks / You that never done nothing but build to destroy / You play with my world like it's your little toy / You put a gun in my hand and you hide from my eyes / And you turn and run farther while the fast bullets fly / Like Judas of old, you lie and deceive / A world war can be won, you want me to believe / But I see through your eyes, and I see through your brain, like I see through the water that runs down my drain / You fasten all the triggers for the others to fire /Then you set back and watch while the death count gets higher / You hide in your mansion while the young people's blood flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud / You've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled / Fear to bring children into the world / For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed, you ain't worth the blood that runs through your veins / How much do I know to talk out of turn? / You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned / But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you / Even Jesus would never forgive what you do / Let me ask you one question / Is your money that good? / Will it buy you forgiveness? / Do you think that it could? / I think you will find, when your death takes its toll, all the money you made will never buy back your soul / And I hope that you die / And your death’ll come soon / And I’ll follow your casket through the pale afternoon / And I’ll watch as you’re lowered down to your deathbed / And I’ll stand o’er your grave ‘til I’m sure that you’re dead





11. TV WAVE

I can hear you today, just walking thru my television
I can hear you today while I’m walking thru my television
I heard you at 1, and I heard you at 3:15
You heard me at 1, and I heard you at 3:15

You made it out here, all the way to California
You came so far, just to party down in California

You got on a plane with your TV wave
(So nice, on ice, that’s right, uh oh, you got me!)
You got on a plane with your TV wave
(So nice, on ice, thanks babe, all night, that’s right!)

You’re chewing on my ear, so quiet so no one could hear you
You’re puddling my head and you’re rattling the chandelier
Your whisper gets stuck in my throat and in my television
You whisper “good luck” as you sit back and watch the collision

You got on a plane with your TV wave
(So nice, on ice, that’s right, uh oh, you got me!)
You got on a plane with your TV wave
(So nice, on ice, thanks babe, all night, that’s right!)

Cartoon rat above my head
Honey butter on my bread
I’m gonna shut you down

You got on a plane with your TV wave
(So nice, on ice, that’s right, uh oh, you got me!)
You got on a plane with your TV wave
(So nice, on ice, thanks babe, all night, that’s right!)





12. I’M HERE TO GET MY BABY OUT OF JAIL
(Karl Davis / Harty Taylor)

I’m not in this town to stay, said a lady old and grey
I'm just here to get my baby out of jail
Yes, warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jail

I will wash all your clothes, I will scrub all your floors
If that will get my baby out of jail
Yes, warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jail

I will pawn you my watch, I will pawn you my chain
I will pawn you my gold diamond ring
Yes, warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jail

When those gates swung wide apart
She held her darling to her heart
She kissed her baby boy and then she died
Yes, warden, in the arms of her dear boy there she died
Yes, warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jail





13. FRANKIE AND SANDY

Frankie Delano won’t comfort me
Lied about chopping that cherry tree
Sandy met Frankie for a jog
Knowing, just knowing her game isstrong
Cue dialogue

Sandy kissed Frankie’s cheek and then
Frank wiped the sand up off her skin
Lying, just lying on the beach til dawn
Putting, just putting her lotion on
“Let’s Get It On”

Sandy and Frankie were the best of friends
Sometimes more & sometimes less
Sometimes Sandy just walks along
Singing, just singing her favoritesong
It’s “Everlong”

Favorite song, won’t be long
Won’t be long, Everlong

Frankie Delano was punctual
Sandy was never punctual
They walked the boardwalk cheek to cheek
Gunning, just gunning for the zeppoles
Feed ‘em to me

Sandy jumped the fence right into
Frankie’s backyard so they could dance
Holding each other in the Jersey sun
Hoping, just hoping each one’s the one
Each one’s the one

Favorite song, won’t be long
Won’t be long, Everlong





14. UPSIDE DOWN FROWN

An upside-down frown is still a frown
An upside-down frown is still a frown
An upside-down frown is still a frown

I “ha-ha-ha” my way though life
And when it’s time to travel, I’ll be on my way
For every public joke and quip
I shed a million tears in privacy
I’ve paid the bills, I’ve whacked the weeds
It seems it’s all a foil to the greater mysteries
There’s mysteries in times of slumber
There’s mysteries in desperation

An upside-down frown is easier
An upside-down frown fools most
Most’ll cast you to the dogs
They’ll say you’re lazy like a log
And leave you in the yard to rot

I’ve researched the Tibet Plateau
For answers to these worries and these woes
Solutions found were great and plenty
But feel like squares inside of circle holes

An upside-down frown is still a frown
An upside-down frown is still a frown
An upside-down frown is still a frown

Frown when I’m sad, not supposed to frown
Sad is bad, the teacher said, push that feeling down
Down into the pits, where devils take a hold
Morph that feeling into something incorrigible

Frown when I’m sad, not supposed to frown
Sad is bad, the teacher said, push that feeling down
Down into the pits, where devils take a hold
Morph that feeling into something incorrigible

An upside-down frown is still a frown
An upside-down frown is still a frown
An upside-down frown is still a frown