Parchman Farm

( M.Allison )

People's Parties

( Joni Mitchell / Live at Sin-é, New York, December 31 1995 )

All the people at this party
They've got a lot of style
They've got stamps of many countries
They've got passport smiles
Some are friendly
Some are cutting
Some are watching it from the wings
Some are standing in the centre
Giving to get something

Photo beauty gets attention
Then her eye paint's running down
She's got a rose in her teeth
And a lampshade crown
One minute she's so happy
Then she's crying on someone's knee
Saying laughing and crying
You know it's the same release

I told you when i met you
I was crazy
Cry for us all beauty
Cry for eddie in the corner
Thinking he's nobody
And jack behind his joker
And stone-cold grace behind her fan
And me in my frightened silence
Thinking i don't understand

I feel like i'm sleeping
Can you wake me
You seem to have a broader sensibility
I'm just living on nerves and feelings
With a weak and a lazy mind
And coming to peoples parties
Fumbling deaf dumb and blind

I wish i had more sense of humor
Keeping the sadness at bay
Throwing the lightness on these things
Laughing it all away
Laughing it alI away
Laughing it all away

Phantasmagoria In Two

( Tim Buckley / Live at 'Greetingsm From Tim Buckley', tribute concert at St.Ann's Church, New York, April 26 1991 )

If a fiddler played you a song, my love
And if I gave you a wheel
Would you spin for my heart and loneliness
Would you spin for my love

If I gave up all of my pride for you
And only loved you for now
Would you hide my fears and never say
"Tomorrow I must go"

Everywhere there's rain my love
Everywhere there's fear

If you tell me a lie I'll cry for you
Tell me of sin and I'll laugh
If you tell me of all the pain you've had
I'll never smile again

Everywhere there's rain my love
Everywhere there's fear

I can plainly see that our parts have changed
Our sands are shifting around
Need I beg to you for one more day
To find our lonely love

Everywhere there's rain my love
Everywhere there's fear

Please Send Me Someone To Love

( Percy Mayfield / Live WFMU "Music Faucet" , Oct 11th 1992 )

Heaven please send to all mankind
Understanding and peace and mind
But if it's not asking too much
Please send me someone to love
Send me someone to love

Show the world how to get along
Peace we'll enter when hate is gone
But if it is not asking too much
Please send me someone to love
Please send me someone to love

And I wake up and ponder the world's trouble
And my answer is always the same
Now let's put an end to this damn all of sin
Hate will put the world in a flame, what a shame

Just because I am in misery
I don't beg for no sympathy
But if it is not asking too much
Please send me someone to love
Please send me someone to love

Oh just because I am
Just because I am in misery
Oh and I don't beg for no sympathy
Oh but if it is not asking too much
Please send me someone to love
Please send me someone to love

if it is not asking too much
Please, please send me someone to love

Rock me baby

( BB King - Joe Josea / Live )

Rock me baby
Rock me all night long
Rock me baby
Rock me all night long
Rock me baby
Like my back ain't got no bone

Roll me baby
Like you roll a wagon wheel
I want you to roll me baby, like you roll a wagon wheel
Want you to roll me baby, you don't know how it makes me feel

Rock me baby, honey, rock me slow
Yeah, rock me pretty baby, baby rock me slow
Want you to rock me baby, till I want no more

Sefronia - The King's Chain

( Tim Buckley / Live at 'Greetings From Tim Buckley', tribute concert at St.Ann's Church, New York, April 26 1991 )

I couldn't buy you with a hundred cattle
But you hike in shells and feathers
Up the African beach,
I am king here
Tied to this hut by the King's chain
My power's like a tree and green taboo to me

The chameleon lies in your dusty fingers,
And blue flies circle your head like stars;
Jump into me now, I must not see the water,
Let me suck my weakness from your dark nipples

Strange Fruit

( Written by Lewis Allen, Performed by Billie Holiday / Live at KCRW, Man In The Moon, January 1994 )

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Sweet Thing

( Van Morrison / Live 92 & 96 )

And I will stroll the merry way
And jump the hedges first
And I will drink the clear
Clean water for to quench my thirst
And I shall watch the ferry-boats
And they'll get high
On a bluer ocean
Against tomorrow's sky
And I will never grow so old again
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
'Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite
And I don't know why'
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
Grow so old again.

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I will raise my hand up
Into the night time sky
And count the stars
That's shining in your eye
Just to dig it all an' not to wonder
That's just fine
And I'll be satisfied
Not to read in between the lines
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
And I will never, ever, ever, ever
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
And your saint-like smile....

The boy with the thorn in his side

( Words by Morrisey, Music by Johnny Marr / Live at Meltdown Festival, London, July 1 1995 )

The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they dont believe me
How can they hear me say those words
And still they dont believe me
And if they don't believe me now
Will they ever believe me?
And if they don't believe me now
Will they ever believe me?

The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A plundering desire for love
How can they see the Love in our eyes
And still they don't believe us
And after all this time
They don't want to believe us
And if they dont believe us now
Will they ever believe us?
And when you want to live
How do you start?
Where do you go?
Who do you know?

The Other Woman

( By Jesse Mae Robinson & performed by Nina Simone )

The other woman finds time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair

The other woman enchantes her clothes with French perfume
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
There are never toys that's scattered everywhere

And when her baby comes to call
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen
Cos when she's by his side
It's such a change from old routine

But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman
Will spend her life alone

The way young lovers do

( Van Morrison )

We strolled through fields all wet with rain
And back along the lane again
They were the sun shine
In the sweet summertime
The way that young lovers do

I kissed you on the left once more
And we said goodbye by the door in the nighttime
Yeah, that's the right time
To feel the way that young lovers do

Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that we were
And the way that we were meant to be

Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that I was for you
And you were for me

And then we danced the night away
And turned to each other, say, 'I love you, I love you'
The way that young lovers do

Do, do, do, do...
Repeat ( many time / depend on which live version it is )

[ Some versions of the song ] :
Won't you love me the way that young lovers do - ( repeat )
I can feel, take your tongue on my body, until we're gone crazy, crazy crazyyyyy
do, do, do, do, do, do.

Then we sat on our star and dreamed of the way that we were
And the way that we wanted to be
Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that I was for you
And you were for me
Oh baby baby
I went on to dance the night away
And turned to each other, say, 'I love you, baby, I love you'

[ Some versions of the song ] :
Jeff sings the beginning of a a cocteau twins song, Ivo, like Elizabeth Fraser
Peep hole, Peach blow, Pandora, Pompadour
Pale leaf, Pink sweet, Persephone, Near our rito(ivo??)

I held her with her looking down
And i kissed her with the snow falling down
There in the streetlight
Oh there was a sweet light
And the way...

The way that young lovers do, lovers do, lovers do
Do, do, do, do....

Thief Without The Take

( I.Lorre/J.Buckley / Jeff duets with Inger Lorre )

Thousand fold

I have no desire to make contact with all the thought of "no, no".
I shiver now, to think of how this answer asked her, no.
Long time gone.
I run to my hide out.
There ain't a star born that brightens
More than you, you always should have known,
I'll illuminate your question,
Long time ago I'd died and gone.
What has brought the question?
Time has brought the question.
Come and call the question, Oh, oh, oh.
Here are the stars, same thing again
Over, over, over, over, over, over
Over, over, over, over, over, over.

Three is a Magic Number

( Schoolhouse Rock Cartoon / Live at the Mercury Lounge, New York, on December 31 1995 )

Three is a magic number, yes it is, it's a magic number.
Somewhere in the ancient, mystic trinity, you get three as a magic number.
The past and the present and the future,
Faith hope and charity,
The heart and the brain and the body,
Give you three as a magic number.

It takes three legs to make a tripod, or to make a table stand.
It takes three wheels to make a vehicle called a tricycle.
Ev'ry triangle has three corners; ev'ry triangle has three sides.
No more , no less; you don't have to guess.
When it's three, you can see it's a magic number.

A man and a woman had a little baby.
Yes they did.
They had three in the family.
And that's a magic number.

Three, six, nine, twelve, fifteen, eighteen,
Twenty-one twenty-four, twenty-seven, thirty.

Three, six, nine, twelve, fifteen, eighteen,
Twenty-one twenty-four, twenty-seven, thirty.

Three times ten is thirty. three times nine is twenty-seven.
Three times eight is twenty-four. three times seven is twenty-one.
Three times six is eighteen. three times five is fifteen.
Three times four is twelve, and three times three is nine,
And three times two is six, and three times one is three, of course.

Three times one: what is it? three!
That's a magic number.

A man and a woman had a little baby.
Yes they did.
They had three in the family.
And that's a magic number.


Ulalume

( Edgar Allan Poe )

The skies were ashen and sober,
The leaves they were crisped and sere,
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir,
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Here once, through an alley, Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul,
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
These were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll,
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaaneck
In the ultimate climes of the pole,
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaaneck
In the realms of the boreal pole.

Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere,
Our memories were treacherous and sere,
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!);
We noted not the dim lake of Auber
(Though once we had journeyed down here),
Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

And now, as the night was senescent
And star-dials pointed to morn,
As the star-dials hinted of morn,
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn

Astarte's bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn.
And I said: "She is warmer than Dian;
She rolls through an ether of sighs,
She reveals in a region of sighs:

She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion,
To point us the path to the skies,
To the Lethean peace of the skies;
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes,
Come up through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her luminous eyes."

But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
Said: "Sadly this star I mistrust,
Her pallor I strangely mistrust;
Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly! let us fly! for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the dust;
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust,
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied: "This is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its sibyllic splendor is beaming
With hope and in beauty to-night!

Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us aright;
We safely may trust to a gleaming
That cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to heaven through the night."

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom,
And conquered her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista,
But were stopped by the door of a tomb,
By the door of a legended tomb,
And I said:"What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?"
She replied: "Ulalume! Ulalume!
'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere,
As the leaves that were withering and sere,
And I cried: "It was surely October
On this very night of last year
That I journeyed, I journeyed down here,
That I brought a dread burden down here,
Of this night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber,
This misty mid region of Weir,
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,
This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."

Said we, then--the two, then--"Ah, can it
Have been that the woodlandish ghouls
The pitiful, the merciful ghouls
To bar up our way and to ban it
From the secret that lies in these wolds
From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the spectre of a planet
From the limbo of lunary souls
This sinfully scintillant planet
From the Hell of the planetary souls?"

Will The Circle Be Unbroken

( Traditional / Live at the Club Logo, Hamburg, February 22, 1995 )

I was standing by my window
On a cold and cloudy day
When i saw the hearse come rollin'
For to take my mother away.

Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by Lord, by and by,
There's a better home a-waitin'
In the sky Lord, in the sky.

I told the undertaker:
"undertaker, please drive slow,
for this body you are haulin'
Lord, i hate to see her go".

Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by Lord, by and by,
There's a better home a-waitin'
In the sky Lord, in the sky.

Well i followed close behind her,
Tried to hold up and be brave,
But i could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave

Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by Lord, by and by,
There's a better home a-waitin'
In the sky Lord, in the sky.

I went back home, my home was lonesome,
Missed my mother she was gone.
All my brothers and sisters crying
In our home so sad and alone.

Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by Lord, by and by,
There's a better home a-waitin'
In the sky Lord, in the sky.

We sang the songs of childhood,
Hymns of faith that made us strong,
Ones that our mother had taught us,
Hear the angels sing along

Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by Lord, by and by,
There's a better home a-waitin'
In the sky Lord, in the sky.

Yeh Jo Halka Halka

(Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan)

at a glance from the cup-bearer
i gulped the whole cup of wine in one
draught and thus got intoxicated.

o'divine mercy pardon my slip from
grace as my eagerness for wine
drinking pushed me in committing
this error.

i could i dare to drink without
permission! it was only a wink from
my sweetheart which prompted me to
do so.

o'holy man don't scoff at my apparent
irreligiosity, i am the one with
his knack of chit-chat coaxed the
divinity in granting me permission to
drink.

dark clouds are hovering near and
bring along the musicians'
captivating notes.

who has spread her hair in the rainy
season because the breeze is pregnant
with sweet fragrance?

larks dance in the open tunes
played by the clouds as they are
bringing along their own playing
instruments.

the eyes of my sweetheart are so
bewitchingly red that even the best wine of the tavern pales in
comparison.

being coquettish my sweetheart
sometimes comes very near to me and
at other time goes far away. but all the
time she is close to my heart.

since the day my eyes met her lovely
ones i am in perpetual state of slight
intoxication.

her residence in my heart is
camparable to a ray of light
penetrating the pitch of darkness.
this state of slight intoxication.

your love and your bewitching
eyes have induced me to become
a drunkard.

the whole universe is in a state
of drunkeness; the day, the night,
the dawn, the dusk, everything
is perpetually intoxicated.
even the wine cup and wine
bottle are drunk. And this is all a
result of your bashful eyes.

o'lovely cup-bearer although your
repository contains all sorts of wines,
but i am only fond of the wine that
drips from your drowsy eyes.

this state of slight intoxication.

i don't know how to say prayers nor
do i know the rites of ablution. i just
prostrate myself before you whenever
i see you, because your worship and
your love is my life.

right from creation i am the slave
of love, and i don't care for belief
or disbelief.

my sweetheart, since i have found
you and have become the worshipper
at the alter of your love i don't require
a mosque to prostrate myself and say
my prayers.

this slight state of intoxication.

even on the day of judgement when i
am resurrected the scars of your love
will be manifest on my body and your
picture clinging to my heart.

my extreme love of you has so
elevated me spiritually that who ever i
bow my heat it appears as if holy
kaaba is in front of me.

it does not behoove you to jeer and
mock your disappointed lover.

for god sake o'lovely one turn
away your alluring eyes otherwise i
will totally lose control of my heart.

i pray to god that like me you also fall
in love with someone and then
having been rebuffed in dejection you
also roam about and lament the loss of your heart.

to fall in love was a joke for me, but it
has turned into a serious affair and
now i am getting the punishment.

while i am bewaiting the loss of
my heart why are you laughing
and making merry? What have
you gained out of it?

raise your hands in prayer for me and
be thankful of my friendship because it
is i who has sharpened your charms
thus turning you lovely being into a
killer.

o'darling of my heart bestow a glance
of your lovely eyes at me, i am the
same halfdead anwar who as mentor
and guide taught you to display
captivating manners and charm
the people with your conversation.