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Crossroads Now, George was a good
straight boy to begin with
But there was bad blood in him someway
and he
got into the magic bullets
that lead straight to the Devil's work
Just
like marijuana leads to heroin
You think you can take them bullets and leave
'em, do you?
just save a few for your bad days, well...
Well, we all have those bad days when we
can't hit for shit
And the more of them magics you use
the more bad days
you have without them
So it comes down to finally
all your days being bad
without the bullets
it's magics or nothing
Time to stop chippying around
and kidding yourself
Kid, you're hooked, heavy as lead
And that's where old George found
himself
Out there at the crossroads
molding the Devil's
bullets
Now a man figures it's his bullets, so it'll take what he
wants
But it don't always work out that way
You see, some bullets are
special for a single target
a certain stag or a certain person
And no
matter where you aim, that's where the bullet'll end up
And in the moment of
aiming, the gun turns into a dowser'swand
and
points where the bullet wants to go
George Schmid was moving in a series of
convulsive spasms
Like someone in an epileptic fit
With his face contorted
and his eyes wild like a lassoed horse
bracing his legs, but something kept
pulling him on
Now he is picking up the skulls and making the
circle
I guess old George didn't rightly know
what he was getting himself into
The fit was on him and it carried him right
to the crossroads
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Flash Pan Hunter The flash pan hunter sways with the
wind
and his rifle is the sound of the morning
Each sulfurous bullet must
have its own wit
and each cartridge comes with a warning
Beware of
elaborate telescopic meat
it will find its way back to the forest
For Wilhelm can't wait to
be Peg Leg's crown
and the briar is strangling the rose back
down
His back shall be my slender new
branch
it will bend it will sway in the breeze
As the Devil does his poko
with a hatchet in his hand
As a sniper in the branches of the trees
As the
vulture flutters down, the snake sheds his dove
Wilhelm's cutting off his
fingers so they'll fit into his glove
For Wilhelm can't wait to be Peg Leg's
crown
and the briar is strangling the rose back down
the briar is
strangling the rose back down
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Gospel
Train Come on people, got to get on
board
Train is leavin' and there's room for one more
God, don't listen to
the Devil, he got ways to move you
This train don't carry no smokers
This
train...
Well, come on people, cause it's
startin' to rain
Get on board, it's the gospel train, yeah
Don't listen to
the Devil now
People, don't listen to the Devil
Satan will fool
you
Satan will fool you
I said Satan will fool you
Well, this train
don't carry no smokers
This train
This
train
Wooo
Wooo
Wooo!
Come on people, get on board
Train is
leavin' and there's room for one more
Just trust in the
Lord
Wooo
Wooo!
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I'll Shoot The Moon I’ll shoot the moon right out of the
sky
For you baby
I’ll be the pennies on your eyes
For you baby
I
want to take you out to the fair
Here is a red rose ribbon for your
hair
I’ll shoot the moon right out of the sky
For you baby
I’ll shoot
the moon for you
A vulture circles over your head
For
you baby
I’ll be the flowers after you’re dead
For you baby
I want to
build a nest in your hair
I want to kiss you and never be there
And I’ll
shoot the moon right out of the sky
For you baby
I’ll shoot the moon for
you
You know I love you, baby
So why
don’t you call me?
You know my number
392-7704
Call any time
I’ll shoot the moon right out of the
sky
For you baby
I’ll shoot the moon for you
I’ll shoot the moon right out of the
sky
For you baby
I’ll be the flowers after you’re dead
For you
baby
I want to build a nest in your hair
I want to kiss you and never be
there
I’ll shoot the moon right out of the sky
For you baby
I’ll shoot
the moon for you
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Just The Right
Bullets There is a light in the
forest
There’s a face in the tree
I’ll pull you out of the chorus
And
the first one’s always free
You can never go a-hunting
With just
a flintlock and a hound
You won’t go
home with a bunting
If you blow a hundred rounds
It takes much more than wild
courage
Or you’ll hit the tattered clouds
You must have just the right
bullets
And the first one’s always free
You must be careful in the
forest
Broken glass and rusty nails
If you’re to bring back something for
us
I have bullets for sale
Two, three, four
Why be a fool when you can chase
away
Your blind and your gloom
I have blessed each one of these
bullets
And they shine just like a spoon
To have sixty silver wishes
Is a
small price to pay
They’ll be your private little fishes
And they’ll never
swim away
I just want you to be happy
That’s my
only little wish
I’ll fix your wagon and your musket
And the spoon will
have its dish
And I shudder at the thought
Of your
poor empty hunter’s pouch
So I’ll keep the wind from your barrel
And bless
the roof of your house
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Lucky Day
Overture Ladies and gentlemen Harry’s Harbor
Bizarre is proud to present
Under the Big
Top tonight
Human Oddities!
That’s right,
you’ll see the Three Headed Baby
You’ll see
Hitler’s brain
See Lea Graff, the German
midget who sat in J.P. Morgan’s lap
You’ll see
Priscilla Bajano, the monkey woman
Jo
Jo, the dog faced boy
Jim Milton Malone, the
human skeleton
That’s right, ladies and
gentlemen
See Grace McDaniels, the mule faced
woman
And she’s the homeliest woman in the world
Under the Big Top
tonight
Never before seen
And if you have a heart condition, please be
warned
Don’t forget to visit our snack bar at Charleston Grotto
All sales
are final, void where prohibited by law
You’ll see Sealo the
seal boy who has flippers for arms
You’ll see Johnny Eck, the
man born without a body
He walks on his hands
He has his own orchestra and
is an excellent pianist
See Gerd Bessler, the human
pincushion
And don’t forget, it’s Ladies’ Night here at Harry’s Harbor
Bizarre
You’ll see Ko Ko the bird girl
Mortando, the human
fountain
Step a little closer, ladies and gentlemen, and don’t be shy
Dig
deep in your pockets
You’ll see Radion, the human
torso
Deep from the jungles of Africa
Ladies and gentlemen Harry’s Harbor
Bizarre
Ladies and gentlemen Harry’s Harbor Bizarre
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Lucky Day The prettiest girl in all the
world
Is in a little Spanish town
But I left her for a Bonnie
lass
And I told her I’d see her around
But that Bonnie lass
and her heart of glass
Could not hold a candle to bummin’
around
So don’t cry for me, cause I’m goin’
away
and I’ll be back some lucky day
Well, tell the boys back home
that
I’m doin’ just fine
I’ve left all my troubles and woe
So sing about me,
for I can’t come home
I’ve many, many many more miles to go
Why, there’s Miss Kelsey
She taught
dance in our school
And old Johnny O’Toole
I’ll still beat you at
pool
So don’t cry for me, for I’m goin’
away
and I’ll be back some lucky day
Well, when I was a boy, my daddy sat me
on his knee
And he told me, he told me many things
And he said son,
there’s a lot of things in this world
That you’re gonna have no use
for
And when you get blue and you’ve lost all your dreams
There’s nothin’
like a campfire and a can of beans
Why, there’s Miss Kelsey
She taught
dance in our school
And old Johnny O’Toole
I’ll still beat you at
pool
So don’t cry for me, for I’m goin’
away
and I’ll be back some lucky day
So don’t cry for me, for I’m goin’
away
and I’ll be back some lucky day
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November No shadows, no stars
There’s no moon
and no cars
November
Only believes in a pile of dead
leaves
And a moon that’s the color of bone
No prayers for November to
linger longer
Stick your spoon in the wall
And we’ll slaughter them
all
November has tied me to an old dead
tree
Get word to April to rescue me
November’s cold chain made of wet
boots and rain
And shiny black ravens on chimney smoke lanes
November
seems odd
You’re my firing squad
November
With my hair slicked back with carrion
shellac
And the blood from a pheasant and the bone from a
hare
Tied to the branches of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber
like a buck shot flag
Go away, you rainsnout
Go away, blow
your brains out
November
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Russian Dance
Davai yestshio! Davai
yestshio!
Odeen, dva, tree, cheteeri
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'T Ain't No Sin When you hear sweet syncopation, and the
music softly moans
‘t ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in
your bones
When it gets too hot for comfort, and
you can’t get an ice cream cone
‘t ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and
dance around in your bones
Just like those bamboo babies, down in
the South Sea tropic zone
‘t ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance
around in your bones
When you hear sweet syncopation, and the
music softly moans
‘t ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in
your bones
When it gets too hot for comfort, and
you can’t get an ice cream cone
‘t ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and
dance around in your bones
Just like those bamboo babies, down in
the South Sea tropic zone
‘t ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance
around in your bones
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That's The Way That’s the way the stomach
rumbles
That’s the way the bee bumbles
That’s the way the needle
pricks
That’s the way the glue sticks
That’s the way the potato
mashes
That’s the way the pan flashes
That’s the way the market
crashes
That’s the way the whip lashes
That’s the way the teeth
gnashes
That’s the way the gravy stains
That’s the way the moon
wanes
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The Black
Rider Come on along with the Black
Rider
We'll have a gay old time
Lay down in the web of the black
spider
I'll drink your blood like wine
So come on in
It ain't no
sin
Take off your skin
And dance around in your bones
So come on along
with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay old time
Step right up...
Hey, hold on there,
little sailor!
Have your tickets ready!
Under 12 are for free
You just come on along
Anchors away
with the Black Rider
I'll drink your blood like wine
I'll drop you off in
Harlem with the Black Rider
Out where the bullets shine
And when you're
done
You cock your gun
The blood will run
Like ribbons
through your hair
Just come on along with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay
old time
Line forms to the left
Have your
tickets ready
See the dog face boy
Hello, sailor!
Well, just come on along with the Black
Rider
I've got just the thing for thee
Come on along with the Black
Rider
I want your company
Well, I think I'll have the veal
A lovely
meal
That's how I feel
Oh, may I use your skull for a bowl
Just come on
along with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay old
We'll have a gay
old
We'll have a gay old
We'll have a gay old
We'll have a gay old
time
Step right up, have your tickets ready
(Ha ha ha ha)
Step right up, have your tickets ready (Ha ha)
Thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank
you
You're too kind
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The Briar And The
Rose
(Released version)
I fell asleep down by the stream
And
there I had the strangest dream
And down by Brennan's Glenn there grows
A
briar and a rose
There's a tree in the forest
But I
don't know where
I built a nest out of your hair
And climbing up into the
air
A briar and a rose
I don't know how long it has been
But
I was born in Brennan's Glenn
And near the end of spring there grows
A
briar and a rose
I picked the rose one early morn
I
pricked my finger on a thorn
They’d grown so close
Their winding
wove
The briar around the rose
I tried to tear them both apart
I
felt a bullet in my heart
And all dressed up in spring’s new clothes
The
briar and the rose
And when I'm buried in my grave
Tell
me so I will know
Your tears will fall
To make love grow
The briar and
the rose
And when I’m buried in my grave
Tell
me so I will know
Your tears will fall
To make them grow
The briar and
the rose
Your tears will fall
To make them
grow
The briar and the rose
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The Briar And The
Rose
(Alternate early version)
Oh blood and bone, and clocks and
trains
My coat will keep you from the rain
Alas our love is all in
vain
The briar and the rose
I will not wait, I cannot fret
The
tenor of the things you said
My love is true and we must wed
The briar and
the rose
I don’t know how, I don’t know why
I
never meant to make you cry
My love is blind and so are yours
The briar
and the rose
Out in the meadow, a place we’d
dream
Our love was meant to be
Oh tell me have you ever seen
A briar
without the rose
Our love will tear us both apart
I’ll
never change my farmer’s heart
And I will cry and you must go
The briar
and the rose
And when I’m buried in my grave
And
November’s wind will blow
Your tears will fall
To make them grow
The
briar and the rose
And when I’m buried in my
grave
November’s wind will blow
And your tears will fall
To make them
grow
The briar and the rose
Your tears will fall
To make them
grow
The briar and the rose
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The Last Rose Of
Summer I love the way the tattered
clouds
blow wind across the sky
The summer goes and leaves me
with a
tear in my eye
I’m taking out my winter clothes
my
garden knows what is wrong
The petals of my favorite rose
been in the
shadows dark and long
Though every year it’s very clear
I
should be carrying on
But I can be found in the garden, singing this
song
when the last rose of summer is gone
the last rose of summer is
gone
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