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Flag Of The World
04:12
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Look out my window, see it unfurled, see the flag of the world
It stands for liberty, proclaims equality, cries out for brotherly fraternity
See poverty's face in a third world place on my tv screen
Whatever happened to that dream?
The I saw a poor beggar man and like St. Augustine I couldn't seem to understand
why he was smiling over his old sailor drink, why I was ready to hurl myself over the brink..
Saw a buzzard and a carcass torn, saw a little child destined to morn
He held a little ball, an iron rod, a golden scepter like some human God
He said, "Nations come, nations may go, but the flag of the world got planted woah, such a long time ago
Flag of the world
Flag of the world
Flag of the world
c'mon now
In a potter's field, on a blood drenched tree hung a tattered banner, man
That banner was me!
Flag of the world
Flag of the world
Flag of the world
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Lorraine
05:17
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Lorraine
She had a boyfriend named Bobby
He treated her so bad..
He took Lorraine for a ride, promised to make her his bride
but his intentions were selfish
He took what he wanted and lied
So she pulled on her fishnet stockings,
swallowed her foolish pride
Went on a drunken binge, became slighty unhinged
Unplugged her Atari computer
Now she's lost in the rain, oh Lorraine
She's lost in the city, in this town that had no pity for Lorraine
Little lost in the rain, oh Lorraine
Little lost in the rain, oh Lorraine
Sped off in a fast car, saw a film by Renoir
ended up at a place called Billie O's
saw Bobby dancin' there with Frankie Joe, his buttocks bare
She stuck with a knife as they embraced
Now she's up for attempted murder and a minor celebrity
It wasn't very long before the press approached her
She said my conscience is clear, the day of judgement is here
and I only wish that that old knife had been 5 inches longer...
Now she's lost in the rain, oh Lorraine
She's lost in the city, in this town that had no pity for Lorraine
Little lost in the rain, oh Lorraine,
Little lost in the rain, oh Lorraine
And right there in her cell she consulted a psychic
who told her very many things that she already knew
Began a slow climb up the penitential ladder
Inspired by a pamphlet from some whole gospel church
Had a minor operation for a cancerous growth
At the death of a major poet took a solemn sacred oath
Lost her best friend in an accident, too much chlorine in the poop
Acquired immune deficiency, life can be so cruel..
hmmm, yes it can...
She had a boyfriend named Bobby
He treated her so very bad
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Precincts Of Felicity
04:08
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4. |
New Sacred Cow Blues
06:37
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New Sacred Cow Blues
I'm serving notice on a wooden door,
In case you haven't noticed I'm at war
Now positive change can only come from conflict
and I'm an agent with a definite object
I"m serving notice, I'm serving notice on a wooden door.
I'm serving notice on the new sacred cows
The reckoning is coming you sleazy high brows
morally bankrupt sitting in your towers
Viper tongues licking evil flowers
I'm serving notice, I'm serving notice on a wooden door
I'm serving notice on a wooden door
I'm serving notice on a wooden door.
Age old questions are not academic
but your abdication caused an epidemic
Now cowardice is not very pretty
Don't despair you can always be witty
I'm servin' notice, I'm servin' notice
on a wooden door
New dark age heathenism, your high priestess
is an impotent slut with a Third Reich thesis
poisoning minds, killing babies
The poor old thing contracted rabies
I'm serving notice, I'm serving notice on a wooden door
I'm serving notice on a wooden door
I'm serving notice on a wooden door
Population: the new time bomb
Surprise, again, the figures are all wrong
Moronic slogans for petrified brains
Chintzy occultist should be locked up in chains
Send me....I'm willing to go (send me)
Send me....I'm willing to go (send me)
to kill the new sacred cows (kill the new sacred cows)
Kill the new sacred cows (kill the new sacred cows)
Kill the new sacred cows (kill the new sacred cows)
Kill the new sacred cows (kill the new sacred cows)
Your revolution was a revolution of the rich against the poor!
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Handsome Sailor
05:27
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Handsome Sailor
Been this way for so long, never have no money
One hundred fifty fathoms down there ain't no sun
The flag unfurls anon the ship puts out to sea
Atop a crested wave I seen a dead man floating, floating...
We hoisted up the body set it in a cabin
The wasted frame began to twitch as with an itch
Then Billy's cold blue lips gibbered, moaned and mumbled
In halting fashion told a tale of vengeance strange, vengeance strange
When Billy Budd rose to the surface an English guinea was in his eyes
an aqua jelly fishy smelly octopus saw slowly float by
Said "Handsome sailor sailng all the seven seas,
Please handsome sailor show me all the deepest places,
all the deepest places, oh yeah
Handsome Sailor, so gay
Salty dog fare thee well, I say
is there a lonely heart breaking over you today, handsome sailor, handsome sailor?
Is there a lonely heart breaking over you, today?
We lowered Billy Bud into the churning water
to join old Jimmie Legs, cruel man that Billy slaughtered
and peering through the fog I thought I saw a figure
in captain's uniform moonstruck on a rigger, on a rig...
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6. |
Pony Ride
02:55
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Pony Ride
Took a bumpy ride, on a crippled pony, a speckled bay with sleepy half closed eyes, saw his swishing tail, the failing arms of a scarecrow, clock struck daisies, wildflowering vines
Miss Emily D. is on a shelf by the window, hear a bawling baby, see Di' sweep by, suppertime such a scene at the table, grasping hands, dangling feet mouths are wide
On the spur of that moment, that fleeting spur, I felt the goad of grizzled hapless shoemen, my coffin closes, shuts out the drawn sky, dissipates like a dream as I sigh
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Rockin' Chair
03:24
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Rockin' Chair
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That was the week that was
there is no reason it was just because
the drinks got to me now it's good bye love
That was the week that was
Before you came my way
I was afraid to each drab old
just like Tom Sawyer I would slip away
to escape the week that was
People come good people may go
moving fast as the world turns so slowly
My heard was a desert waiting for rain
Come down, come down on me again
That was the week that was, there never was a week so sleek as was
those seventh heavan days of hazy love
wonderful week that was
Before you came my way
I was afraid to face each drab old day
like Tom Sawyer I would slip away
to escape the week that was
Time is a river, my life was a raft
caught in the rapids of a fractured past
My heart was a desert waiting for rain
Come down, come down on me again
That was the week that was
wonderful week that was
There is no reason it was just because
That was the week that was
Bring it on back, bring it on back baby
Return to me
Return to me
I'll testify
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9. |
Shout About It
03:37
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Shout About It Now
Tell you a story, don't know how to begin, about a drifter who became a precious friend, he was a derelict cleric on the run, till he left that street corner, begged his way to kingdom come
We spoke of movies talked about the rain while window shopping on fourth street and main
of saints and sinners, psychedelic seers and how to find meaning in this old valley of tears
Shout about it
Shout about it now now
In this our age of infamy a man's choice is but to be
a tyrant, traitor or a prisoner no other choice has he (says Pushkin)
Bill mentioned something 'bout Orwell in Spain, Soviet gulags, Solzhenitsyn's pain, na na na na na na
How could the west avoid that harvest of despair
lost as it was in a vanity fare, na na na na na na
Shout about it
shout about it now now now
Why don't you shout about it talk about it?
Shout about it now now
I dig GKC, loath FM radio, play Alaskan guitar wear a tarnished halo
Detective stories speak volumes to me about the fallen state of man and the need to restore some dignity
Now Billy bristled as he threw the gauntlet down
He spoke of social justice and the need for toleration all around
His lips they quivered, he spoke as in a trance
I played some hillbilly blues, Billie did the St Vitus dance
na na na na
Shout about it
shout about it now now
shout about it talk about it
shout about it now now now
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10. |
King Of China's Daughter
03:46
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The King of China's Daugher
Words by Edith Sitwell
Music by Edgar Breau
The King of China's daughter said she would never love me
Though I hung my cap and bells upon her nutmeg tree
The stars up in the bright blue air
Oranges and lemons were dangling there
but the king of China's daughter pretended not to see
Though I hung my cap and bells upon her nutmeg tree
The moon did give me silver pence
and the sun did give me gold
Soft blew the wind as my porridge grew cold
And the King of China's daughter pretended not to see
pretended not to see
pretended not to see me
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11. |
Hiding Place
05:09
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Hiding Place
When purple leaves begin to fall
and autumn breathes on summer
like a sunset water fall
I'll stand vigil, I'll soldier on
waiting here until dawn on this beautiful lawn
When I feel the dark night of my soul
When I feel the beast a'slouchin'
towards his catastrophic goal
I long to see you standing there so shy
in the centre of my mind's eye
the centre of my mind's eye
I felt the rain, I knew the cure
Within my heart I cried to think just how obscure
Laconic day gives way to frighttime
From this hiding place I creep into the yellow moonlight
A cloistered heart said she preferred
to rise in Orphic splendour
to fly upon a word
ever Empress, never just Emily
exotic Empress of Calvary
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Edgar Breau Hamilton, Ontario
Edgar Breau’s song writing encompasses haunting acoustic landscapes woven with poetic lyricism, “short stories with developed characters, marvelous, laid back sound, trippy and rewarding” Bob Mersereau. Singer/songwriter, Edgar Breau also founded and fronts the internationally acclaimed Canadian cult band Simply Saucer, Hamilton Music Award/Baby Nova. ... more
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