lyrics file for devil in the shortwave
crowswell i went way out North Carolina way to that old graveyard where my great grandmother lay and the day was bright and i hadn't slept all night and they sold the place to some guys who were building graduate student housing no one raised any objections they were knocking the headstones down and the sun was high when i rolled into town stood by a nameless hole in the ground the air was sweet and hot maybe it was the right grave, maybe not but the crows crows crows rose, rose, rose from the grave Yeah the crows crows crows rose, rose, rose from the grave
genesis 19:1-2the girl who'd been haunting your dreams all your life the butcher from brooklyn, the butcher's wife the girl who kissed you in the seventh grade her and all the others lined up behind the gate the two angels came to sodom in the evening when the sun up in the sky was bleeding all over you and you had your camera and you had your felt tip and you had some money and you had everything you needed the two angels came to sodom in the evening we saw you coming up the boulevard the two angels came to sodom in the evening when the sun was bleeding all over you
yogawe had our passports out and the kits to fix 'em up with. and the hurricane lamp cast our shadows on the ceiling. i watched 'em box with one another like punch and judy. it was dangerous and delightful. it was that kind of feeling when you said you were sure there was nothing standing in our way. and the lie ran off and hid itself in the alleys all around bombay. i saw you knock the lamp over while reaching for the scissors and i wondered how we'd ever get by without it. and you fell into my arms, sweet and gentle. poison in the water. little doubt about it. and you said that one of us would be all alone someday. and the truth of it echoed inexhaustably all across bombay. la la la.
dirty old town
this is an ewan mccoll song
commandatei'm gonna drink more whiskey than brendan behan. and i'm gonna send my belongings all to tripoli. and i'm gonna ride home to california with a banjo on my knee. i'm never gonna turn off the television. i'm just gonna let it run all night. i'm gonna plant root vegetables out in the backyard and come summer i am going to treat you right. so put on your chairman mao coat and let me clear my throat. let's turn this whole town upside-down and shake it 'til the coins come falling out of its pockets, yeah put on your che guevara pin call the troops on in we're gonna sail through the night sky like a pair of bottle rockets. i got a great big secret written down somewhere. i got a rosary to protect us both from harm. i got a storage locker full of cow figurines and a laundry list of grievances longer than my arm. and i am never going back to cincinatti. all those bridges have burned down to the ground. i got the jet pack strapped to my back and i am waiting for you to come around. yeah, put on your chairman mao coat and let me clear my throat. let's turn this whole place upside-down and shake it 'til the coins come dropping out of its pockets. yeah put on your che guevara pin call the troops on in. we're gonna sink through the night sky like a pair of bottle rockets. thanks to missy mazzaferro for transcribing crows and genesis...