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Social Climber
03:09
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Social Climber
Well she’s climbin’ up Manhattan
She’s scorchin’ everyone below
She’s climbiin’ up to heaven
To a club called Yes and No
Rich woman you don’t care about NObody.
He finds a stain on his Valentino sweater
He wants a thing who will put out
Of her mind any deep down thoughts
Dress as his lady or his baby
“Pick up my suit on the way home, darlin’?”
She spread her smile for Glamour, spread for glamor
She’s perfect for him jerkin’ in a magazine
Wriggles like a half dead eel
Wind-up doll, slot machine, money money
What’s the score score score score
He won’t touch you now, swimmin’
In your baby blood
Ah slick as butter
Kick that sucker
Hang on to that ladder
Social climber
She mauls the budget for sweaters
Colors have such symmetry
“I like cooking and acting and yoga!”
“What a geometric canvas!”
“I love art art art art art!”
“I’m a neon giraffe, caress me!”
But what to be, who who?
Go go go go to Limelight Limbo Area
Caviar in the cemetery, beef up those veins
“We are caviar on your grave, darlin’”
Agh she’s so gorgeous and pale
She takes liberties with the statues in the garden
Bad tomatoes made her sick
The maid maid maid the Minute Maid makes her sick
Vomit on the costume, jewelry gone — stolen!
Write me a check dear roll me a line
Bet my horse horse horse horse
Cop a feel in the ladies room
“Hey honey would you mind going
for a walk and getting me some soap?”
You don’t know what’s going on do you?
You don’t know what’s going on in this world.
I know you and I know you don’t have an idea.
Slick as butter
Kick that sucker
Hang onto that ladder
Because you’re going to get to the top
Social climber
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2. |
House of Pleasure
04:38
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3. |
I'm in Trouble
03:44
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I'm in Trouble
Hoodoo when I kiss you
I’m in trouble when we touch
Shake shake turn it on
I look back upon my life
I wonder who you are
I wonder where you are
Bewildered when I kiss you
I’m in trouble when you sigh
Serious trouble
So I’m sittin’ on this roof top, anyway let’s say I am, and let’s say there are these mildewed law books and hub caps scattered about for no reason and for no reason I’m thinkin’ about you again, recalling those days you used to drive your ambulance around the neighborhood. You were a medical goddess with your gauze and your straps and little silver artificial hearts. But you know that heart you tried to implant in me didn’t take and I discovered you were drivin’ around with other guys and I asked you about it and you laughed. So I closed my eyes, open them, I was standing on this big desk addressing the Board of Regents explaining the Five Basic Principles of Catastrophe, the new rate of exchange, and how much I miss you, even though it’s best we’re apart now. Hey life is always rough in the fast lane but that doesn’t seem to stop these tears, because we did have some fine times in that back of that red and gold emergency vehicle, didn’t we, darlin’?
Sorrow when I kiss you
I’m in trouble when we cry
I look back upon my life
I wonder who you were
I wonder where you are
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4. |
The Wrong Tack
05:39
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The Wrong Tack
Disconnected, not given enough slack
Blinking lights, how many, you’ve lost track
Cable, cable, cable, cable snapped
Emergency, you don’t know how to react
Groggy, exhausted, you don’t move very fast
But you can’t turn the clock, the clock, the clock, the clock back
Can you?
Staggered, stinking, smoke turns your face black
Information, you couldn’t leave it intact
Faced with your own, your own, your own, your own lack
Commitments, take them back
Arguments, no command of the facts
You took the wrong, the wrong, the wrong, the wrong tack
You took the wrong, the wrong, the wrong, the wrong tack
All personnel all personnel
Report directly to stations
C through D
This is not a drill
Repeat
This is not a drill
Emergency emergency
All personnel all personnel
Report directly to stations Repeat
This is not a drill repeat this is not a drill!
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5. |
Tied to the Mast
06:22
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Tied to the Mast
Jump jump jump jump!
Now she jumps up and starts to spin
Now she jumps up and starts to begin
Now she’s wound up, she’s wound up fast
She’s tied up, tied to the mast
It’s just the apocalypse it isn’t the end
It’s just an apocalypse it’s not the end
It’s not the end
Look at her now hey look at her now
She’s riding the panther she’s herding the cow
Take it easy take it easy take it easy my friend
It’s just an apocalypse it isn’t the end
Jimmy and Zulu and her main man Ray
Shakin’ like lizards they drop by to say
They’re in love with the lady with reversible eyes
Hearing a voice from deep down inside
Now look at her cryin’, she’s all in a rage
[Why are you talking are you talking to me?]
They’re takin’ her down in a 2-tiered cage
[I’m having a breakdown is it that hard to see?]
Discharging its panthers till it gets round the bend
Spinnin’ in circles, just like John Glenn
Is this the end? Is it the end?
This is how it is. You’re on this ship. And you’re bound to the mast. And the damned thing is goin’ down.
She’s tied, tied, tied, tied to the mast.
Man Ray’s on the prow, he’s havin’ a blast
It don’t matter to Ray that the ship’s sinkin’ fast
We’re goin’ goin’ goin’ goin’ down fast
God Good Almighty we’ve been hit!
God bless Captain Vere!
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6. |
Hire a Thug
04:57
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Hire a Thug
You know you a —
you’re a —
Well I guess every dog has his day.
One hour of power. [Power Happy Man!]
You get one hour of power.
Hire thugs, hire a menace,
Cut the heat, terrorize your tenants.
Murder is your favorite cadence.
Sipping cognac, pondering penance.
Sip your cognac, pondering your penance.
Cha cha cha.
I wanna go to Tahiti, live on a little ship.
I gotta go to Madagascar, live on a little beach!
I’m gonna go down to Bali, gonna live in a little boat.
With the life I once lived, completely remote.
Power Happy Man.
Die die die die die die die die.
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7. |
Radiant Bozo
01:28
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Radiant Bozo
Oh, now I’m REALLY BIG!
Ah ha ha ha!
I still like you [unintelligible]
Ha ha, I like you
Recording Engineer!
I still like you, Art Director!
Ah ha ha.
Oh wife! Oh wife! Come here!
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8. |
Tightrope
05:56
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Tightrope
Dancin’ down the tightrope, you discover it’s been greased
With the blood of the kid and the fat of the whale whose cries never cease
It’s a shame when things don’t work out, you were more than halfway there
But you can’t give no interviews fallin’ through the air
You’re fallin’ through the air!
Stick around, stick around
Don’t look down
Sorry says the mechanic there’s not much that I can do
There’s a dead beast in your driver’s seat and he just refuses to move
No, no, no that’s just my relative you shout back above the din
But the instant you touch the crowbar, nausea closes in
Now the Customs Man is laughin’ — he says you raped his wife
He’s gonna let you pass on through, but then he’s gonna take your life
You see your pardner on the other side, he’s fadin’ into black
The Customs Man is howlin’ then he stabs you in the neck
Now these party people have their problems, but they don’t mean to be unkind
I know that they have their problems yeah well I guess I have mine
But they talk about their cocktails and they talk about their yawns
They chat about the kind of chemicals that they spray upon their lawn
Well it seems they’re a little uncertain tonight, who must they impress
They ain’t sure who the owner is, “Is now the time to undress?”
Their slick slurs make me shudder, the kitchen is full of blades
There’s a river out that window
Let’s go find some shade, let’s go find some shade
Down down down, don’t look down!
Look look look look!
Brutal ceremony!
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9. |
Hotel California
08:34
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Hotel California
Intro:
Recitations from “London” by William Blake and “I Saw Her Standing There” by The Beatles.
“Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains, they’re getting ready for the feast.” Bob Dylan, “Desolation Row”
“Actin’ funny, but I don’t know why, ‘scuse me while I kiss the sky.” Jimi Hendrix, “Purple Haze”
“All last night I sat on the levee and moan.” Kansas Joe McCoy and Memphis Minnie, “When the Levee Breaks”
“Standin’ on a corner in Winslow, Arizona… seven women on my mind.” Glenn Frey, Jackson Browne, “Take It Easy”
Song body:
Lyrics by Don Felder, Don Henley, Glenn Frey, available wherever you get your lyrics
Outro:
We stab it and we stab it and we stab it and we stab it
But we just can’t kill the beast
I love you I love you I love you I love you
God it’s beautiful here, it’s so serene
Coca Cola, Coca Cola
Stab it stab it
Kill ‘em kill ‘em kill ‘em
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10. |
Hatred
01:11
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Hatred
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You’re a vulture, you’re a weasel
Your smile makes me cringe
Oh oh oh oh
Force me to dream of
Castrating you with a dull blade
No no no no!
No I can’t stop
Hating you
I can’t stop
Hating you
Help me stop
Hating you
Help me stop
Hating you
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11. |
The Grind
06:07
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The Grind
How does it feel, how does it feel, how does it feel to be you?
How does it feel, how does it feel, how does it feel to be you?
I went down to this meat packin’ plant
I went down to this slaughterhouse
And I saw this guy over in the corner
Swingin’ on a hook
I said
Hey Joe Jerk
I said
Hey Joe Jerk Jerk Jerk Jerk Jerk Jerk Jerk Hey Joe Jerk
Tell me tell me tell me
How does it feel to be you?
(Livin’ inside a wall?!)
I went up to Paradise Lost
I went up to Paradise Lost Retirement Village
And I saw this lovely old dame
She was breakin’ all these vases
She was cryin’, “Fire!… Pain!”
I said
Hey Gladys Night
I said
Hey Gladys Night Night Night Night Night Night Night Night
Hey Gladys Night
How does it feel to be you?
I’m just another Joe
She’s just another Jo
It’s just another blow
It’s just another blow
It’s just this daily grind
I knock and knock on my apartment door
But the door’s open
So I walk in
And I see myself
Sound asleep in an armchair
Bandages around my head
Blood drippin’ from a pen in my hand
And I said
Hey now man
I said
Hey now man man man man man man man man
Hey now man
How does it feel to be you?
How does it feel to be ME?
I went down to my sugar’s house
I went down to my honey’s house
I went over to my sweetheart’s apartment
And I sat down on her steps
And I walked up the steps
Into her kitchen
And she was throwing all the biscuits on the floor
And she was crawling up the wall
I said hey now honey
I said hey now hon hon hon hon hon hon hon hon hon
How does it feel to be you?
I’m just another Joe
She’s just another Jo
It’s just another blow
It’s just this daily grind
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Ritual Tension New York, New York
Ritual Tension began in 1983 in NY as part of the downtown scene. After a long hiatus the band reappeared in 2018 and
released a new album in 2020.
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