Itās easy sometimes when you just coast along
But like it or not something always seems to go wrong
Sometimes people build you up just so they can knock you down
Sometimes they will have you there 'cause they need someone around
Perhaps youāll receive invitations for tea
Perhaps youāll laugh and make them all smile
Or maybe youāll join them 'cause it had to be
Perhaps youāll forget you forgot for awhile
Birds of a feather are flocking outside
Like whippets they dance in a curly-queue dance
Of pulses and ringing and campfire chants
Of ritual drumming although at first glance
You thought you could run but you wonāt take a chance
Itās not an experience if they canāt bring someone along
They hang on emotions they bottle inside
They peck at the ground
And strut out of stride
Highway billās on the rotary still and he canāt even feel the pain
of a sun dried shoulder and a scar from a boulder that cut him right across his vein
now heās suckinā cigar and heās shovelinā tar
E crater of a turnpike terrain heās got only one hope,
and he wants to elope, ācuz highway jill is driving him insane.
We gotta get on the road, destiny unbound
sheās the one for me we gotta get outta town
we gotta get on the road, destiny unbound
sheās the one for me we gotta get outta town
highway jill was a daffodil with a cactus sense of pride
at the wheel of a tractor, she was quite an impactor
when the road rocks started to slide she saw bill drop his shovel
on a pile of gravel as he climbed up out of his ditch
she was wonderstruck when he climbed in her truck
he said "iāve been havinā this everlasting itch
At first she was cold, she was ready to scold this guy
from the pit with a thing in his head but then she thought twice
when he melted her ice with his passionate eyes she was energized!
she started the ignition and without permission the two of 'em flew
down the dusty road but the road wasnāt finished and the pavement diminished
they soared off the edge and they plunged in the sludge
She said: there isnāt even any road, our destiny was bound
we were the ones for us but now weāre in the ground
Rhine wine, Car horn
Now that youāve deceived me, and played my name around
And hung those nasty flyers, on all the buildings in town
Dribbled my possessions in a ring around the earth
And bought and sold my self-control for less than it was worth
Now I know the reason that Iām feeling so forlorn
Iāll pick you up at eight as usual, listen for my horn
Rhine wine, Car Horn
Brett is in the bathtub making soup for the ambassadors
And I am in the hallway singing to the troubadours
The kings are all lined up outside the gate
And the autumn bells are ringing but theyāll just have to wait
Where is the joker? Have you seen him around
With his three coned cap that he wears like a clown?
Have you seen his stripped stockings and heard his sad tale
About the kids under the carpet and the purple humpbacked whales?
Here come the ambassadors, they show up one by one
Brett is tasting all the soup to see if it is done
Wendyās on the windowsill waiting to be let in
And weāre all in the bathtub now making bathtub gin
The kings storm the hallway theyāve climbed up through the gate
they didnāt mean to be impolite but they just couldnāt wait
Here comes the joker with his silly grin
He carries a martini made of bathtub gin
Here comes the joker we all must laugh
Cause weāre all in this together,
and we love to take a bath.
First four songs from this show. Does anyone see something that ties these together? Obviously I think I do, but it may just be an illusion.
Itās not your fault.
Donāt fuck with me.
Donāt fuck with me.
Donāt fuck with me.
Donāt fuck with me, not you Sean.