Woe-is-a-me-bop Om-drop-a-re-bop-om Everbody’s doin’ it Please don’t let them ruin it om (1970) Originally made available at Justin Sherill’s Home Page Replica.
When the Witch Doctor Life throws his silent bones some are crowned kings while others lose their thrones When the Witch Doctor Life throws his silent bones small “O” mouths scream and run to Mama Kangaroo insecure pouches wherein hide beggars and drones and babies and bums and buzzards Mama crouches and smiles her old useful smile and old ego roars – laughs yesterday’s gasses while children and angels gasp and follow a shepherd on crutches When the Witch Doctor Life throws his silent bones some flee the dream some turn to stone and the children sing and the heavens ring worn by the shepherd
Wild life along with my wife I’m goin’ up on the mountain fo’ the rest uh m’ life ‘fore they take m’ life ‘fore they take m’ wild life ‘fore they take m’ wife They got m’ mother ‘n father ‘n run down all my kin Folks I know I’m next Wild life along with m’ wife I’m goin’ up on the mountain fo’ the rest uh m’ life ‘fore they take m’ wild life ‘fore they take m’ wife? wife? ‘fore they take m’ wife Wild life wild life wild life Wild life wild life wild life I’m goin’ up on the mountain along
Who do you think you’re fooling With these things you’re doing You’re gonna start a scandal burn that midnight candle Now who do you think you’re fooling Honey it ain’t me-oh, no! You’re as sweet as candy Just as cute as can be You don’t think I know it But you sure do show it Now who do you think you’re fooling Baby it ain’t me-no! You don’t understand girl you’re living in a mans world You thought you couldn’t stand me Now you try to brand me Now who do you think you’re fooling Honey it ain’t me Oh no it just ain’t me
She serves me flowers ‘n yams ‘N in the night when i’m full She brings me white jam ‘N I don’t know where I am In the meadow she brings me Like ah bee she stings me ‘N I don’t know where I am Clouds clingin’ to us ‘N the sun lookin’ through us ‘N in the night when I’m full She brings me white jam ‘N I don’t know where I am (1972) Originally made available at Justin Sherill’s Home Page Replica.
Where there’s truth, a green valley steams cottonwood Where there’s peace, a little cloud of music gleams brotherhood Where there’s love, I’d be a boy if I could Where there’s woman, I’d hold her when I should Where there’s woman Where there’s woman honey wine Where there’s woman lovin’ time Where there’s love, for a lover of my kind Where there’s evil, a hounds tooth bears white Where there’s good, is where I’ll be tonight Where there’s love, there burns eternal light Where there’s woman, I’ll take her without spite Where there’s woman Where there’s woman honey wine Where there’s woman lovin’ time Where there’s
When it blows its stacks He ain’t nowhere t’ be found When ah wolf’s claws wear way down Better watch out there’s ah man eater around Hide all the women in town When it blows its stacks All you girls make no mistake He’s as cold as ah snake sleepin’ in the shade He takes um out Out on an iceberg Hand ’em ah Ronson ‘n says I’ll see you around When he straighten up They all bend down He don’t bow t’ bad water He don’t pussy foot around When it blows its stacks He ain’t nowhere t’be found (1972) Originally made available at
Oh, when I see mommy, I feel like a mummy, Gonna wrap her up Every time I see her Every time I see her I wanna grab her Pull her up to me til I look right through her But she moves so fast that I can’t even see her Her interest fades like breath on the mirror Oh, when I see mommy, I feel like a mummy, Gonna wrap her up Gonna wrap her up Next time I see her Next time I see her I’m gonna seize her Then I’m gonna freeze her It’s the only way That I might get to see
Hoy hoy When Big Joan comes out Her arms are too small Her head like uh ball She tied off her horse ‘n galloped off into the moonbeams She pulled up her blouse ‘n compared her navel to the moon I dig my life for uh while When Big Joan sets up Her hands are too small She’s too fat t’ go out in the daylight So she rolls around all night I’m just sorta thread With uh drooped body I’ll set up with yuh Big Joan I’m too fat t’ go out In the daylight I’ll stay up all night I won’t droop if
Well well well well Why do you taste so well? Oh no no no That ain’t the kind of smell Sky ain’t blue, we’re living in hell Well well well well well Well well well well The grounds need attending And you aren’t attending to them well Well well well well Why do you taste so well? You don’t taste so well You don’t taste so well Well well well well Who poisoned you? Well well well well You don’t taste anymore so well You don’t taste anymore so well Well well well well well well The grounds need attending to And you aren’t treating
Light floats down day river on uh red raft o’ blood Night blocks out d’ heaven like uh big black shiny bug Its hard soft shell shinin’ white in one spot well It’s hard place dat I’m livin’ but I’m doin’ well well The white ice horse melted like uh spot uh silver well Its mane went last then disappeared the tail My life ran thru my veins Whistlin’ hollow well I froze in solid motion well well I heard the ocean swarmin’ body well well I heard the beetle clickin’ well I sensed the thickest silence scream Then I begin t’ dream My mind
I cry but I can’t buy Your Veteran’s Day poppy It don’t get me high It can only make me cry It can never grow another Son like the one who warmed me my days After rain amd warmed my breath My life’s blood Screamin’ empty she cries It don’t get me high It can only make me cry Your Veteran’s Day poppy (1969) Originally made available at Justin Sherill’s Home Page Replica, transcribed by Jonathan Machell
The decks were stacked The wind blew low, the wind blew high The stakes were low, the stakes were high Upon the My-O-My Hands low, hands high, Ho-ho-ho, hi-hi-hi Hands low, hands high Upon the My-O-My How was I to know she was so shy? Upon the My-O-My Across the light, across the night You can hear the Captain’s cry Hands low, hands high Upon the My-O-My Got to make her roll, got to make her fly Upon the My-O-My Now tell me, good Captain, How does it feel To be driven away from your own steering wheel Upon the My-O-My . . . (1974)
Twist ah luck that made you mine A stitch in time, your path crossed mine You’re the reason, love’s the rhyme It’s genuine Now you’re takin’ up all my time When we’re apart you’re on my mind Thinkin’ about you all the time Thinkin’ about you all the time Got my heart and me beatin’ overtime Got my heart and me beatin’ overtime Thinkin’ about you all the time Thinkin’ about you all the time I’m glad I played the game I played And I paid this heart of mine When we met I lost the bet And I lost this heart of mine (Repeat
Mayflower child met uh 25th Century Quaker She’s uh pickin’ poppies ‘n’ bringin’ them into her hue Sun sifting thru and thru and thru Letting them all and all fill thru Me into you me to you me to you Into hue Blue cheese faces laces blue cheese faces faces ‘n’ phases ‘n’ phases ‘n’ faces Going thru the cottage cottage Going thru the cottage cottage Going thru the cottage cottage come with me baby, come with me come with me baby, come with me Quaker child Quaker paper child Flutterin’ ants flutter like fireflies Eyes that flutter like uh wide open shutter eyes that
The path is the mask of love, a way, a way The flow is the task above today, There is no other way (repeat) You gotta trust us when y’ need a friend T’ find us y’ gotta look within Y’ gotta trust us (repeat) before y’ turn t’ dust (repeat) Y’ gotta see before y’ see Y’ gotta be before y’ll be (we love you) Y’ gotta touch without taint Y’ gotta hear without fear Y’ gotta feel t’ reveal Y’ gotta touch without taint Such is IS n’ AIN’T is AIN’T (repeat) We’re for you, love you, with you, love you, just a few We love you,
Tropical Hot Dog Night Like two flamingoes in a fruit fight Ev’ry colour of day Whirlin’ around at night I’m playin’ this music So the young girls will come out To meet the monster tonight Tropical Hot Dog Night Like two flamingoes in a fruit fight I don’t wanna know ‘bout wrong or right I don’t want to know – I’m anywhere tonight Tropical Hot Dog Night Like two flamingoes in a fruit fight Like steppin’ out of a triangle Into striped light Striped light, striped light Tropical Hot Dog Night – Everything’s wrong, at the same time it’s right The truth has no patterns
[Chorus:] I got too much time, too much time I got too much time to be without love In my life I’ve got a deep devotion Wide as the sky and deep as the ocean Every war that’s waged makes me cry Every bird that goes by gets me high [Spoken: Sometimes when it’s late and I’m a little hungry I heat up some old stale beans, open up a can of sardines, eat crackers and dream of somebody to cook for me.] [Repeat chorus, verse and chorus] (1972) Originally made available at Justin Sherill’s Home Page Replica.
The thousandth and tenth day of the human totem pole. The morning was distemper grey, Of the thousandth and tenth day of the human totem pole. The man at the bottom was smiling. He had just finished his breakfast smiling. It hadn’t rained or manured for over two hours. The man at the top was starving. The pole was a horrible looking thing With all of those eyes and ears And waving hands for balance. There was no way to get a copter in close So everybody was starving together. The man at the top had long ago given up But didn’t have nerve enough