La Vuelta de No Retornable

sábado, 12 de septiembre de 2009

Cuarta parte y (casi) Final de "Crooners"

Cerramos (casi) el ciclo crooners con un especial con canciones de los 3 (Cave, Cohen, Waits). Pero además nos meteremos con su trabajo fuera del mundo de la música, ya que todos han trabajado más allá de las fronteras del rock.

La semana que viene el final final... porque quedó demasiado afuera.



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Esto sonó en el programa:
  • Miles Davis - High Speed Chase (cortina del programa)
  • David Bowie - Sweet Thing (entero)
  • Ethan Hawke - I'm Nuthin' (entero)
  • Nick Cave - The Carny (cortina)
  • Leonard Cohen - Everybody Knows (entero)
  • Tom Waits - Books Of Moses (entero)
  • Tom Waits - Martha (entero)
  • Leonard Cohen - Who By Fire (entero)
  • Nick Cave - The Ship Song (entero)
  • Tom Waits - Redrum (cortina)
  • Leonard Cohen - Avalanche (entero)
  • Tom Waits - Blue Valentine (entero)
  • Nick Cave - The Mercy Seat (entero)
  • Leonard Cohen - Lady Midnight (entero)
  • Tom Waits - Nirvana (cortina)
  • Tom Waits - A Litte Rain (entero)
  • Nick Cave - She Fell Away (cortina)
  • Leonard Cohen - Light As The Breeze (cortina)
  • Leonard Cohen - Love Calls You By Your name (entero)
  • Tom Waits - Closing Time (cortina)
  • Los Shakers - Only In Your Eyes (entero)
  • Dio - Rainbow In The Dark (entero)

sábado, 5 de septiembre de 2009

Las diferencias entre las mulas

Tercera parte del ciclo "Crooners", con un disco de allá por 1999: The Mule Variations.
(de Tom Waits)

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Esto sonó en el programa:
  • Miles Davis - High Speed Chase (cortina del programa)
  • Illia Kuryaki - Jalea (entero)
  • Color Humano - El Hachazo (entero)
  • Tom Waits - Big in Japan (cortina)
  • Tom Waits - Get Behind The Mule (entero)
  • Tom Waits - Lowside of the Road (cortina)
  • Tom Waits - House Where Nobody Lives (entero)
  • Tom Waits - Hold On (cortina)
  • Tom Waits - Cold Water (entero)
  • Tom Waits - What's He Building? (cortina)
  • Tom Waits - Pony (cortina)
  • Tom Waits - Eyeball Kid (entero)
  • Tom Waits -Black Market Baby (cortina)
  • Tom Waits - Picture in a Frame (entero)
  • Tom Waits - Chocolate Jesus (cortina)
  • Tom Waits - Filipino Box Spring Hog (entero)
  • Tom Waits - Georgia Lee (cortina)
  • Tom Waits - Come On Up To The House (entero)
  • Miles Davis - High Speed Chase (cortina del programa)
  • The Beatles - With a little help from my friends (entero)
  • Judas Priest - The green Manalishi (with the two-pronged crown) (entero)


    Acá le dejamos algún videito y las letras para el que quiera seguirlas durante el programa!

    Big in Japan - Official Video



    Hold on - Official Video




    Big In Japan
    I got the style but not the grace
    I got the clothes but not the face
    I got the bread but not the butter
    I got the window but not the shutter

    But I'm big in Japan
    I'm big in Japan
    Hey, but I'm big in Japan
    I'm big in Japan

    I got the house but not the deed
    I got the horn but not the reed
    I got the cards but not the luck
    I got the wheel but not the truck

    But hey, I'm big in Japan
    I'm big in Japan
    But hey, I'm big in Japan
    I'm big in Japan

    I got the moon, I got the cheese
    I got the whole damn nation on their knees
    I got the rooster, I got the crow
    I got the ebb, I got the flow

    I got the powder but not the gun
    I got the dog but not the bun
    I got the clouds but not the sky
    I got the stripes but not the tie

    But hey, I'm big in Japan
    I'm big in Japan
    I'm big in Japan
    I'm big in Japan
    I'm big in Japan

    Hey-ho, they love the way I do it
    Hey-ho, there's really nothing to it

    I got the moon, I got the cheese
    I got the whole damn nation on their knees
    I got the rooster, I got the crow
    I got the ebb, I got the flow

    I got the sizzle but not the steak
    I got the boat but not the lake
    I got the sheets but not the bed
    I got the jam but not the bread

    But hey, I'm big in Japan
    I'm big in Japan
    I'm big in Japan
    Hey! I'm big in Japan
    I'm big in Japan
    I'm big in Japan

    Lowside Of The Road
    I'm on a black elevator goin' down
    Little Joe from Kokomo , it rattles to the ground
    The dice is laughin' at the man that it throwed
    I'm rollin' over to the lowside of the road

    The moon is red and you're dancin' real slow
    Twentynine miles left to go
    The chain monkeys help you with your load
    I'm rollin' over to the lowside of the road

    Jezebel is naked with an axe
    The prosecution tells you to relax
    Your head feels like it's ready to explode
    And you're rollin' over, you're rollin' over

    Well, the clapper has been ripped out of the bell
    The flapper has been kicked right out of hell
    When the horse whips the man that he rode
    You're rollin' over to the lowside of the road

    The dog won't bite if you beat him with a bone
    And she's so shy when she's talkin' on the phone
    And then the ground rises up and starts to groan
    And rollin' over to the lowside of the road
    Unto the lowside of the road
    Unto the lowside of the road


    Hold On
    They hung a sign up in our town
    "If you live it up, you won't live it down"
    So she left Monte Rio, son
    Just like a bullet leaves a gun
    With her charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
    She went and took that California trip
    Oh, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
    Said, 'Don't look back, just come on, Jim'

    Oh, you got to hold on, hold on
    You gotta hold on
    Take my hand, I'm standing right here
    You gotta hold on

    Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
    And a ring made from a spoon
    Everyone's looking for someone to blame

    When you share my bed, you share my name
    Well, go ahead and call the cops
    You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
    She said, 'Baby, I still love you'
    Sometimes there's nothin' left to do

    Oh, but you got to hold on, hold on
    Babe, you gotta hold on
    And take my hand, I'm standing right here
    You gotta hold on

    Well, God bless your crooked little heart
    St. Louis got the best of me
    I miss your broken China voice
    How I wish you were still here with me
    Oh, you build it up, you wreck it down
    Then you burn your mansion to the ground
    Oh, there's nothing left to keep you here
    But when you're falling behind in this big blue world

    Oh, you've got to hold on, hold on
    Babe, you gotta hold on
    Take my hand, I'm standing right here
    You gotta hold on

    Down by the Riverside motel
    It's 10 below and falling
    By a 99 cent store
    She closed her eyes and started swaying
    But it's so hard to dance that way
    When it's cold and there's no music
    Oh, your old hometown's so far away
    But inside your head there's a record that's playing

    A song called 'Hold On', hold on
    Babe, you gotta hold on
    Take my hand, I'm standing right there
    You gotta hold on

    You gotta hold on, hold on
    Babe, you gotta hold on
    Take my hand, I'm standing right there
    You gotta hold on

    You gotta hold on, hold on
    Babe, you gotta hold on
    And take my hand, I'm standing right here
    You gotta hold on

    You gotta hold on, hold on
    Babe, you gotta hold on
    And take my hand, I'm standing right here
    You gotta hold on

    You gotta hold on
    You gotta hold on
    You gotta hold on
    You gotta hold on
    You gotta hold on, baby
    You gotta hold on, girl
    You gotta hold on
    You gotta hold on

    Get Behind The Mule
    Molly Be Damned smote Jimmy the Harp
    With a horrid little pistol and a lariat
    She's goin' to the bottom and she's goin' down the drain
    Said she wasn't big enough to carry it

    She got to get behind the mule, yeah
    in the morning and plow
    Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
    You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
    Get behind the mule in the morning and plow

    Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods
    You gotta meet me by the fall down tree
    Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid
    And I know they'll come lookin' for me, boys
    I know they'll come lookin' for me

    Got to get behind the mule, yeah
    in the morning and plow
    Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
    Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
    Get behind the mule in the morning and plow

    Big Jack Earl was eight foot one
    And he stood in the road and he cried
    He couldn't make her love him, couldn't make her stay
    But tell the good Lord that he tried

    Got to get behind the mule, yeah
    in the morning and plow
    Get behind the mule in the morning and plow, yeah
    You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
    You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow

    Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville
    On the wreck of the Weaverville stage
    Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade
    I was stirring my brandy with a nail, boys
    Stirring my brandy with a nail

    Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
    Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
    You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow, yeah
    Get behind the mule in the morning and plow

    Well, the rampaging sons of the widow James
    Jack the Cutter and the Pockmarked Kid
    Had to stand naked at the bottom of the cross
    And tell the good Lord what they did
    Tell the good Lord what they did

    You got to get behind the mule, yeah
    in the morning and plow
    Get behind the mule, yeah, in the morning and plow
    You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
    Get behind the mule in the morning and plow

    Punctuated birds on the power line
    In a Studebaker with Birdie Joe Hoaks
    I'm diggin' all the way to China with a silver spoon
    While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys
    The hangman fumbles with the noose

    You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
    Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
    You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
    Get behind the mule in the morning and plow

    Pin your ear to the wisdom post
    Pin your eye to the line
    Never let the weeds get higher than the garden
    Always keep a sapphire in your mind
    Always keep a diamond in your mind

    You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
    Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
    Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
    Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow

    House Where Nobody Lives
    There's a house on my block that's abandoned and cold
    The folks moved out of it a long time ago
    And they took all their things and they never came back
    It looks like it's haunted with the windows all cracked
    Everyone calls it the house
    The house where nobody lives

    Once it held laughter, once it held dreams
    Did they throw it away, did they know what it means?
    Did someone's heart break
    Or did someone do somebody wrong?

    Well, the paint is all cracked, it was peeled off of the wood
    The papers were stacked on the porch where I stood
    And the weeds had grown up just as high as the door
    There were birds in the chimney and an old chest of drawers
    Looks like no one will ever come back
    To the house where nobody lives

    Oh, and once it held laughter, once it held dreams
    Did they throw it away, did they know what it means?
    Did someone's heart break
    Or did someone do somebody wrong?

    So if you find someone, someone to have, someone to hold
    Don't trade it for silver, oh don't trade it for gold
    Cause I have all of life's treasures and they're fine and they're good
    They remind me that houses are just made of wood
    What makes a house grand, oh it ain't the roof or the doors
    If there's love in a house, it's a palace for sure
    But without love it ain't nothin' but a house
    A house where nobody lives
    But without love it ain't nothin' but a house
    A house where nobody lives
    Cold Water
    Well I woke up this morning with the cold water
    With the cold water, with the cold water
    Woke up this morning with the cold water
    With the cold water, with the cold

    Well the police at the station and they don't look friendly
    Well they don't look friendly, well they don't look friendly
    Police at the station and they don't look friendly
    Well they don't look friendly, well they don't

    Blind or crippled, sharp or dull
    I'm reading the Bible by a 40 watt bulb
    What price freedom, dirt is my rug
    Well I sleep like a baby with the snakes and the bugs
    Well I ...

    Stores are open but I ain't got no money
    I ain't got no money, well I ain't got no money
    Stores are open but I ain't got no money
    Well I ain't got no money, well I ain't

    Found an old dog and he seems to like me
    Seems to like me, well, he seems to like me
    Found an old dog and he seems to like me
    Well he seems to like me, well he seems

    Seen them fellows with the cardboard signs
    Scrapin' up a little money to buy a bottle of wine
    Pregnant women and the Vietnam vets
    I say beggin' on the freeway 'bout as hard as it gets

    Well I slept in the graveyard, it was cool and still
    Cool and still, it was cool and still
    Slept in the graveyard, it was cool and still
    Cool and still and it was cool

    Slept all night in a Cedar grove
    I was born to ramble, born to rove
    Some men are searchin' for the Holy Grail
    But there ain't nothin' sweeter than ridin' the rails

    I look fortyseven but I'm twentyfour
    Well they shooed me away from here the time before
    Turned their backs and they locked their doors
    I'm watchin' TV in the window of a furniture store

    And I woke up this morning with the cold water
    With the cold water, with the cold water
    I woke up this morning with the cold water
    With the cold water, with the cold

    Well I woke up this morning with the cold water
    Cold water, with the cold water
    Woke up this morning with the cold water
    Cold water, with the cold
    Pony
    I've seen it all boys, I've been all over
    Been everywhere in the whole wide world
    I rode the high line with Old Blind Darby
    I danced real slow with Ida Jane
    I was full of wonder when I left Murfreesboro
    Now I am full of hollow on Maxwell Street

    And I hope my pony
    I hope my pony
    I hope my pony
    knows the way back home

    I walked from Natchez to Hushpukena
    I built a fire by the side of the road
    I worked for nothin' in a Belzoni saw mill
    And I caught a blind out on the B and O
    Talullah's friendly, Belzoni ain't so
    A 44 will get you 99

    I hope my pony
    I hope my pony
    I hope my pony
    knows the way back home

    I run my race with Burnt Face Jake
    gave him a Manzanita cross
    I lived on nothin' but dreams and train smoke
    somehow my watch and chain got lost
    I wish I was home, in Evelyn's kitchen
    with old Gyp curled around my feet

    I hope my pony
    I hope my pony
    I hope my pony
    knows the way back home

    I hope my pony
    I hope my pony
    I hope my pony
    knows the way back home

    What's He Building?
    What's he building in there?
    What the hell is he building in there?
    He has subscriptions to those magazines
    He never waves when he goes by
    He's hiding something from the rest of us
    He's all to himself, I think I know why
    He took down the tire-swing from the pepper tree
    He has no children of his own, you see
    He has no dog, he has no friends
    And his lawn is dying
    And what about those packages he sends?
    What's he building in there?
    With that hook light on the stairs
    What's he building in there?
    I'll tell you one thing, he's not building a playhouse for the children
    What's he building in there?
    Now what's that sound from underneath the door?
    He's pounding nails into a hardwood floor
    And I swear to God I heard someone moaning low
    And I keep seeing the blue light of a TV show
    He has a router and a table saw
    And you won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw
    There's poison underneath the sink of course
    There's also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse
    What's he building in there?
    What the hell is he building in there?
    I heard he has an ex-wife in some place called Mayors Income, Tennessee
    And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia
    But what's he building in there?
    He has no friends but he gets a lot of mail
    I bet he spent a little time in jail
    I heard he was up on the roof last night, signaling with a flashlight
    And what's that tune he's always whistling?
    What's he building in there?
    What's he building in there?
    We have a right to know

    Black Market Baby
    She lives in a house
    That's way back off the road
    There's a man with a lantern
    And he carries her soul
    A coal stove and a bed
    A skillet and a hound
    She drove a camel through a needle
    In this sinking boardwalk town

    She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
    She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
    She's a diamond who wants to stay coal
    Wants to stay coal

    I swang out wide with her
    On hell's iron gate
    Anything that you wanted
    You could have
    My eyes say their prayers to her
    Sailors ring her bell
    The way a moth mistakes a light bulb
    for the moon and goes to hell

    She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
    She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
    She's a diamond who wants to stay coal
    Wants to stay coal

    There's no prayer like desire
    There's amnesia in her kiss
    She's a swan and a pistol
    And she will follow you like this
    In Moberly, Missouri
    At the Iroquois Hotel
    She checked in with the President
    And she ran up quite a Bill

    She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
    She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
    She's a diamond who wants to stay coal
    Wants to stay coal

    Well, she's whiskey in a teacup
    She gives blondes a lousy name
    She's a Bonzai Aphrodite
    And a ticket back to Spain
    She's a hard way to go
    And there ain't no way to stop
    Everytime you play the red
    the black is coming up

    She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
    She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby)
    She's a diamond who wants to stay coal (She's my baby)
    She wants to stay coal (She's my baby)
    My baby wants to stay coal, coal, coal
    My baby wants to stay coal

    Eyeball Kid
    Well, Zenora Bariella and Coriander Pyle
    They had sixteen children in the usual style
    They had a curio museum and they had no guile
    All they ever wanted was a showbiz child

    The seventh of December nineteen fortynine
    They got what they'd been wishing for all of the time
    He grew up in a trailer, by the time he was nine
    He rolled off to join the circus, telling fortunes on the side
    Hail, hail, The Eyeball Kid

    Well, the first time I saw him was a Saigon jail
    Cost me twentyseven dollars just to go his bail
    I said your name will be in lights, and there's no doubt
    But you got to have a manager, that's what it's all about
    Yeah, yeah, yeah

    The people would point, the people would stare
    I'll always be here to protect you and to cut down on the glare
    I know you can't speak, I know you can't sign
    So cry right here on the dotted line
    Hail, hail, The Eyeball Kid

    Well, he was born without a body, not even a brow
    I made the kid a promise, I made the kid a vow
    He's not conventionally handsome, he'll never be tall
    He said, 'All you got to do is book me into Carnegie Hall'

    He's just a little bitty thing, he's just a little guy
    But women go crazy for the big blue eye
    How does he dream, how does he think
    When he can't even speak and he can't even blink

    I said: Hail, hail
    The Eyeball Kid
    Hail, hail
    The Eyeball Kid
    Hail, hail
    Eyeball Kid

    Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
    Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid
    They say, how does he dream, how does he think
    When he can't even speak, and he can't even blink
    We're all lost in the wilderness, we're blind as can be
    He came down to teach us how to really see
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    So give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
    Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid
    Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
    Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid
    Give it up, give it up

    Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
    Everybody will want to see the Eyeball Kid
    Eyeball Kid
    Eyeball Kid
    Oh, Eyeball Kid

    Picture In A Frame
    The sun come up it was blue and gold
    The sun come up it was blue and gold
    The sun come up it was blue and gold
    ever since I put your picture
    in a frame

    I come calling in my Sunday best
    I come calling in my Sunday best
    I come calling in my Sunday best
    ever since I put your picture
    in a frame

    I'm gonna love you
    till the wheels come off
    Oh yeah...

    I love you baby and I always will
    I love you baby and I always will
    I love you baby and I always will
    ever since I put your picture
    in a frame

    I love you baby and I always will
    ever since I put your picture
    in a frame
    ever since I put your picture
    in a frame
    ever since I put your picture
    in a frame

Chocolate Jesus
Well, I don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray
Don't memorize the books of the bible
I got my own special way

I know Jesus loves me
maybe just a little bit more
I fall down on my knees every Sunday
at Zerelda Lee's candy store

Well, I've got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied

Well, I don't want no Abba Zabba
Don't want no Almond Joy
There ain't nothing better
suitable for this boy

Well, it's the only thing that can pick me up
It's better than a cup of gold
See, only a chocolate Jesus
can satisfy my soul

When the weather gets rough and it's whiskey in the shade
it's best to wrap your savior up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy but that's okay
pour him over ice cream for a nice parfait

Well, it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
It's good enough for me

And it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel so good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied

Georgia Lee
Cold was the night and hard was the ground
They found her in a small grove of trees
And lonesome was the place where Georgia was found
She's too young to be out on the street

Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there
for Georgia Lee?

Ida said she couldn't keep Georgia from dropping out of school
I was doing the best that I could
Oh, but she just kept running away from this world
These children are so hard to raise good

Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there
for Georgia Lee?

Close your eyes and count to ten
I will go and hide but then
Be sure to find me, I want you to find me
And we'll play all over
We'll play all over
We'll play all over
again

There's a toad in the witch grass, there's a crow in the corn
Wild flowers on a cross by the road
And somewhere a baby is crying for her mom
As the hills turn from green back to gold

Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there
for Georgia Lee?

Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there
for Georgia Lee?

Filipino Box Spring Hog
Well I hung on to Mary's stump
I danced with a soldier's glee
With a Rum Soaked Crook and a big fat laugh
I spent my last dollar on thee
I saw Bill Bones, gave him a yell
Kehoe spiked the nog
With a chain link fence and a scrap iron jaw
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog

Spider rolled in from Hollister Burn
with a one-eyed stolen mare
Donned himself with chicken fat
Sawin' on a jaw bone violin there
Kathleen was sittin' down in Little Red's Recovery Room
in her criminal underwear bra
I was naked to the waist with my fierce black hound
And I'm cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog

Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road
Fill it with madrone and bay
Stinks like hell and the neighbors complain
Don't give a hoot what they say
Gotta slap that hog
Roll em over twice
Gotta baste him with a sweeping broom
You gotta swat them flies and chain up the dogs
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog

Rattle snake piccata with grapes and figs
Old brown Betty with a yellow wig
Tain't the mince meat filagree
And it ain't the turkey neck stew
And it ain't them bruleed okra seeds
though she made them especially for you
Worse won a prize for her bottom black pie
The beans got thrown to the dogs

Jaheseus Christ, I can always make room
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Take It with Me
The phone's off the hook, no one knows where we are
It's a long time since I drank champagne
The ocean is blue, as blue as your eyes
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

Old long since gone, now way back when
We lived in Coney Island
There ain't no good thing ever dies
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

Far, far away a train whistle blows
Wherever you're goin', wherever you've been
Waving good bye at the end of the day
You're up and you're over, and you're far away

Always for you, and forever yours
It felt just like the old days
We fell asleep on Beaula's porch
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

All broken down by the side of the road
I was never more alive or alone
I've worn the faces off all the cards
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

The children are playing at the end of the day
Strangers are singing on our lawn
It's got to be more than flesh and bone
All that you've loved is all you own

In a land there's a town, and in that town there's a house
And in that house there's a woman
And in that woman there's a heart I love
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

I'm gonna take it with me when I go
Come On Up To The House
Well, the moon is broken and the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see is all that you lack
Come on up to the house

All your crying don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross, we can use the wood
You gotta come on up to the house

Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a-passing through
You got to come on up to the house

There's no light in the tunnel, no irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And you're singing lead soprano in a junkman's choir
You got to come on up to the house

Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy and you can't find no port
Got to come on up to the house, yeah

You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home I'm just a-passing through
You got to come on up to the house, yeah

You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a-passing through
You got to come on up to the house

There's nothing in the world that you can do
You gotta come on up to the house
And you been whipped by the forces that are inside you
Gotta come on up to the house

Well, you're high on top of your mountain of woe
Gotta come on up to the house
Well, you know you should surrender, but you can't let it go
You gotta come on up to the house, yeah

Gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
The world is not my home I'm just a-passing through
You gotta come on up to the house

Gotta come on up to the house
You gotta come on up to the house
Yeah yeah yeah