@ALBUM: all_lyrics.txt T H E W I D E S P R E A D P A N I C L Y R I C S F I L E First Edition 10/26/1994 Compiled by Brian Whitman Version 1.1 11/20/1994 Chilly Water, Pigeons, and Rock changed Version 1.12 11/ /1994 Blackout Blues and Jack changed This is the Widespread Panic Lyrics file, the result of a two week-long effort by me and the entire SpreadNet to form a valid place where everyone can figure out what exactly Jon Bell decides to growl on any of Widespread Panic's four studio albums. This file is chronological, that is, Space Wrangler is first with all of its songs in the order that they appear on the CD, then Widespread Panic, then Everyday, then Ain't Life Grand. Even so, I'll provide a table of contents so you can see what exactly is in here. It's pretty inclusive, except for the songs that they play live which _don't_ appear on an album, which will probably be added here at a later date in time. I'd like to thank the following people for their kind contributions and help for this file which needed it greatly: Ben Tanen John B. Carroll Jonatha687 Richard Stern Robert Simpson The Spreadnet and everyone who worked on the original WSP Lyrics file... James Bateman "The Gnome Boy" Daniel Gold The Keeper of the original list - Oh, and one more thing - please remember that these are _interpretations_, not the actual lyrics. The only way to get the 'actual' lyrics would be to ask WSP themselves. If you don't agree with my or any of the other contributor's interpretations, then don't change your opinions. We're probably both right. I have, however, tried to listen as closely as possible to every little 'well', 'hey', and 'let's' that they uttered and therefore these transcriptions should be as accurate as any can be. But, of course, any changes you think are neccesary, let me know! I'll revise this as need be. Table Of Contents: Part 1: Space Wrangler Chilly Water Travelin' Light Space Wrangler Coconut The Take Out* Porch Song Stop-Go Driving Song Holden Oversoul Contentment Blues Gomero Blanco* Me And The Devil Blues / Heaven Part 2: Widespread Panic Send Your Mind Walkin' (For Your Love) Pigeons Mercy Rock Makes Sense To Me C. Brown Love Tractor Weight Of The World I'm Not Alone Barstools And Dreamers Proving Ground The Last Straw Part 3: Everyday Pleas Hatfield Wondering Papa's Home Diner Better Off Pickin' Up The Pieces Henry Parsons Died Pilgrims Postcard Dream Song Part 4: Ain't Life Grand Little Kin Ain't Life Grand Airplane Can't Get High Heroes Raise The Roof Junior L.a. * Blackout Blues Jack Fishwater Untitled * (Hidden track) * = Instrumental OK, Here we go, have fun with it - don't sell it, it's free, and all that fun stuff - remember to check the archives at netspace.org - /pub/Widespread and subscribe to the SpreadNet - listproc@netspace.students.brown.edu ****************** | SPACE WRANGLER | ****************** Part One of Four of the Widespread Panic Lyrics File All songs transcribed by Brian Whitman unless otherwise noted Space Wrangler is Copyright 1992, 1988 Widespread Panic Additions, comments, or corrections should be sent to @SONG: Chilly Water Transcribed by: Brian Whitman The Original Lyrics File Richard Stern In the easy chair with my boots on A melted whiskey in my hands I couldn't been asleep for more than 3 hours Time to go to work again Once more I beat the sunrise And there's a dark breeze up my door Raise the water from the well up to my face How could a man like me be poor? As long as there's water Chilly wet water Gimme some of that cool, cool water Well, my horse's eyes are glassy He breathed the city in his lungs last night I lead his natural body To the trough to regain his might Red rooster crow them blues here That Old Blue he round the bull And the morn's crying to raise the sunrise It hasn't rained for three weeks full As long as there's water Chilly wet water Gimme some of that cool, cool water Venus light is rising I lay my buckets inside the shed And there's a man I see - a stranger Leaning on the gate outside my fence Said "I'm riding out from the city Where I was starting for the water back last night I was hoping to get a drink from your well Before I ride on to another city tonight (x3)" Chilly wet, chilly wet, chilly water Cool, cool, water... Before I ride on @SONG: Travelin' Light Written by J.J. Cale Transcribed by: The Original Lyrics File Brian Whitman Travelin' Light-- is the only way to fly Travelin' Light-- just you and I Way on down to ecstacy Way on down and our own way Travelin' Light-- is the only way to fly Travelin' Light-- and you can catch the wind Travelin' Light-- better let your mind pretend Get on down to paradise Maybe once, now maybe twice Travelin' Light-- is the only way to fly Get on down to paradise Maybe once, now maybe twice Travelin' Light-- is the only way to fly @SONG: Space Wrangler Transcribed by: The Original Lyrics File Brian Whitman A little wrangler was born I seen him squirming in the saddle all wet and warm He's such a changeable form in his very first year Rides on to wrangler school With a slingshot and a saddlebag Of hand-me-down tools Doesn't want to look like a fool Past the jail without tears Time machines-- remembered scenes That a wrangler rides through a passing stream Time's replaced by a peaceful dream Wrangler space He brings his pony to the gate of the school Feather pens and inkwells of hand-me-down rules Like trading a pony for an aging mule He rides away without fear Time machines-- new routine That a wrangler rides through a passing dream And time's replaced by a peaceful stream Space wrangler space He gets off at a stranger's place Where the girls dance different with familiar grace He's knowing that he found the place He pours a cold, cold beer Skoal-- very cold beer Cheers-- to your friends so near High-- to dreams so clear Raise another glass to the dreams so near @SONG: Coconuts Transcribed by: Brian Whitman I like coconuts You can break them open They smell like ladies lying in the sun I like coconuts You can break them open They smell like ladies lying in the sun And if I had my way I'd give a coconut to everyone I got a friend named Jack Look like a bone in a paper sack That's my friend Jack Jack, smell these coconuts There's enough for everyone Jackie likes the smell of cut grass He used to play ball on Saturdays Playing in the sun Jackie likes the smell of cut grass He used to play ball on Saturdays Playing in the sun If Jackie had his way He'd give some cut grass to everyone. It's time to play Never tasted such a sweet thing Yesterdays Sweet memories my heart's repeating Time today Everybody's heart is beating Everybody's smile is greeting Everybody's soul is heating (eating?) I know a guy named Fred Look like a bone in a slanted shed That's my friend Fred C'mon Fred, smell these coconuts There's enough for everyone Freddy likes the sound of cold drink He used to pop tops on Saturday Sipping in the sun Freddy likes the sound of cold drink He used to pop tops on Saturday He was sipping in the sun And if Freddy had his way He'd give a cold drink to everyone Gonna follow my nose to where the coconut grows (groves) If nobody knows like my nose then I don't know (repeated till end) I like... ladies lying in the sun... (repeated + first verse over end) @SONG: The Take Out Instrumental (Chords available by ftp...) @SONG: The Porch Song Transcribed by: Brian Whitman The Original Lyrics File I opened up my eyes to see A land of sunny rocks and funny trees I guess (Yes, ) I'm on the moon again The heavy Earth exchanged a lighter breeze (?) Got no coat and got no money A pair of tennis shoes to last through may A crater for an outdoor pool A few good cats to help me pass the day Havin' a good time... here today Watching the sun shine... matinee Never the wrong time... time we stay Living the moontime... time we play From here I watch the world go by Working in a moon-type bar and grill The word from Earth - my time is up But here upon the moon time stands still Got no telecommunications Cables not long enough out this way (?) The man in the moon is a musician That's the way we pass the lunar day Havin' a good time... here today Watching the sun shine... night and day Never the wrong time... time we stay Living the moontime... time we play Living the moontime... time to live it up! @SONG: Stop-Go Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Used to ride the highway I used to know where I was going Now the shade of the road is feeling cool beneath my feet Used to ride on Get to where I was going in a day And now I've got to stop And go and stop and go along the way Was a fool to waste my time With searching my mind But the more I find the more I find the time is certain Used to ride to get to where I was going in a daze And now I've got to stop And go and stop and go along the way @SONG: Driving Song Transcribed by: Brian Whitman The leaves seen through my window-pane Remind me that it's time to move my life again November sun is felt by none A chilly breeze has blown my thoughts to what's to come A cup of warm coffee, some vitamin C A bowl for the cat, a bowl for the dog, a bowl for me Choose my bluest tape and unlock my car An honest tune with a lingering lead has taken me this far On the edge of the porch in the warm evening night Throwing the bone for the dog I see two passing lights Well, I wonder where that driver's bound Is there someone, somewhere, someway out there that I've not found A touch of smoke ain't what it seems Dust and sunshine can also make my eyes look mean But there's a brown cat sleeping through this day's show Toppin' off the woodpile, breathing slow @SONG: Holden Oversoul Transcribed by: The Original Lyrics File Brian Whitman The screen door to the farmer's porch To the back porch to the backlands Is never left closed A new air pushed a full wind That brought worlds on through That only he could know As the last of November passed His new life with his new wife She said she was feeling a little cold The ghost of a clown just danced in and Did a few tricks and danced out again Warming a farmer's soul Summer was all there was We were working breathing heat 'Till rising out of control Along came a breeze Wrapped our heads and around our spines Cool air off a burning floor The morning's breaking woke us long enough We were sure we could see The whole of some older birds Riding to the ground on the falling leaves Riding to the ground on some falling leaves One last time One last time To feed @SONG: Contentment Blues Transcribed by: Brian Whitman I've got no hard lipped woman Nagging at who I shouldn't be The blues lights rounding the corner Ain't turning for no one like me Got a bucket of fried on the bench Enough chicken for one man's needs Life's been getting a little bit easy lately Been swingin' from tree to tree No place I gotta be And I'm up in a tree My chicken tastes good My chicken tastes good I love my chicken I love my chicken in a tree There's a good moves of a lifetime Going back to favor these times And to work and to move and to see All those good thing's I've done Come back to take care of me Take care of me, care of me You don't need to pay a dollar for your dues If all you're planning on planning on your contentment blues I've got no hard lip-ped woman Nagging at who I should be I see blues rounding the corner Not turning for someone like me Bucket of fried on the bench beside me Chicken for one's man's needs Life's been getting a bit breezy lately Been swinging from tree to breeze No place you gotta be Keep your head in the leaves The air smells sweet up here My chicken tastes good I love my chicken I love my chicken in a tree @SONG: Gomero Blanco Instrumental - sort of - anyone figure out the Spanish part? @SONG: Me And The Devil Blues / Heaven (Robert Johnson / David Byrne) Transcribed By: Brian Whitman The Original Lyrics File Early this morning I heard you knock upon my door (x2) I said, "Hello, Satan - I believe it's time to go" Me and the devil We were walking side by side (x2) I'm gonna love your woman, Satan Till I'm satisfied She said, "You may know your ways But I've been dogged around" "You may know your ways But I can hear you come to dog me around" Must be that evil spirit Way deep down in the ground We'll bury my body down by the highway-side (x2) That way my evil spirit Can rise up, take a Greyhound bus and ride (--> Heaven) Everyone's tryin' To get to the bar The name of the bar The bar is called Heaven In Heaven the band plays Our favorite song They play it one more time They play it all night long Chorus: Oh! Heaven It is a place A place where nothing Nothing ever happens And there is a party Everyone is there Everybody gonna leave at exactly the same time Its hard to imagine That nothin' at all Could be so exciting Chorus And there is a party Everyone is there Everybody gonna leave at exactly the same time (line sometimes varies) Its hard to imagine That nothin' at all Could be so exciting, or this much fun Chorus X2 ******************** | WIDESPREAD PANIC | ******************** Part Two of Four of the Widespread Panic Lyrics File All songs transcribed by Brian Whitman unless otherwise noted Widespread Panic is Copyright 1991 Widespread Panic Additions, comments, or corrections should be sent to @SONG: Send Your Mind Transcribed by: Brian Whitman While you're out there on the highway While you're driving roll on by Going south between the bridges While the river running dry And if you can't come home Please send your mind Well now you're talking Where are you going On the train that just rolls Across the nation past the station And the night is as black as coal And if you can't come home Please send your mind Are you healing on your heartbeat? Are you heading between the sheet And the signs from the lampost On the corner of the street And if you can't come home Please send your mind Send your mind, please, little darling - Little darling, send your mind Send a little money too Little darling, send your mind I'm coming home... @SONG: Walking (For Your Love) Transcribed by: Brian Whitman The Original Lyrics File Walking - for your love (x4) I'm only going where my eyes are going I'm only going where my toes are pointed I just bought me this new pair of big shoes I'm only going if I can walk there with you Shining - for your love (x4) I'm afraid to open my eyes I'm even afraid to look at you Right here - I'm gonna open my eyes I'm gonna move with you Dissapearing - for your love (x4) We're only going in this closet here I'm only going if the doorknob turns I'm only going if the light goes on I'm only going if I can boogie with you @SONG: Pigeons Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Wake up, come down The grass hasn't grown too high Well, ease your body down If you want to you can unhook your safety line Well, ease your body down The grass all around us is just green and fine We've all been waiting We'üve been wondering - will we ever know the truth? What it's like washing windows When you know that there are pigeons on the roof? Your reflection's looking clearer Now that you're working on a cloudy day And those night-flower office ladies They only hear what your beady little eyes gonna say You better wave your hands if you need a breeze Better spread real wings if you wanna to fly You'll remember how to fly tonight in your dreams You know you're dreaming When there's nothing there worth buying We've all been waiting We've been wondering - will we ever know the truth? What it's like washing windows When you know that there are pigeons on the roof? Wake up - leave your body lying there It's like another - just another wrinkle in the sheets Wake up - I'm gonna poke you if you don't wake up You remember how to fly? We've all been waiting Wondering - will we ever know the truth? What it's like washing windows When you know that there are pigeons on the roof? @SONG: Mercy Transcribed by: Brian Whitman My eyes won't pretend I didn't know you were closed I can smell your breath Through a freshly painted door Stand here in your coat While I pour three more glasses of burgundy And you can lick the dust from the bottle All's bricked with books Ages bricked with words Each mark has been stained in your honor Ground shadow staggers restless From the window cross the candle to the corner My blood and water's warm as you near me I am not begging for mercy I see no love of mercy in you I am not begging for mercy I'm only waiting for the sound Of the morning birds To send you away Wax is cooled; hard Sights is going past the yard In this house I make more shadows than you Stand there in your hate While I drink from the second burgundy And you can rattle the glass cross your belly I am not begging for mercy I see no love of mercy in you I am not begging for mercy I'm only waiting for the sound Of the morning birds To send you away I am not begging for mercy I am not begging for mercy I'm only waiting for the sound Of the morning birds To swallow you @SONG: Rock Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Rock on my belly, lying on the bottom of the pool I'm a rock on the belly, lying on the bottom of the pool There's a man on the bank ten thousand years my younger I see a face on the water one hundred hundred years my younger But I can't go back - He can go back I can't make back to where I came As I hold my whole fire under Legs 'till belly shaking the top of the pool Legs 'till belly shattering the window of the pool Mouth and belly sharing the fish down under Tongue and belly scaring the snakes there too But I can't go back - the dog won't go back He won't run the path to his master's home Said, why is there a bank over yonder Well, the fish gonna make it home in a couple of days The birds gonna make it home before this grit turns dry Everybody's moving but me Everybody's moving but me I'm gonna make it home piece by piece (x2) There goes my arms *make it home* There goes my legs *make it home* There goes my leadbelly I'm a rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool Rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool Rock on my belly (x4) Rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool @SONG: Makes Sense To Me Transcribed by: Brian Whitman I was talking to a homeless drunk about religion He said "It's all I got, but it ain't much 'Cause the way I feel these days, I'd rather have a gun than a crutch" Well, that makes sense to me It makes sense to me, I must confess That makes sense to me It makes sense to me, I must confess Well, I was talking to a little girl, she was a runaway She said, "My daddy treated me like a slave (This line is destined to become WSP's very own You Enjoy Myself... Suggestions include: He shoved me in my mama's bed when I was just 15 He sure made my mama's bed when I was just 15 He sold me in my mama's bed when I was just 15 He showed me my mama's bed when I was just 15 And many others... ) That's why I had to lay him in his grave" That makes sense to me That makes sense to me, I must confess That makes sense to me It makes sense to me, I must... I was talking to a black man from Atlanta He said, "The time has come to take what's mine And if I must bust some heads to achieve justice My righteous cause will well explain the crime" Makes sense to me That makes sense to me, I must confess That makes sense to me Well, it makes sense to me, I must... That makes sense to me That makes sense to me, I must confess Makes sense to me That makes sense to, I must... @SONG: C. Brown Transcribed by: Brian Whitman (See) C. Brown and he wakes from bed Brushes his teeth and he combs his head for school Out the door and down the street Down a corner a bus and see some friends that he's supposed to meet But they're not to his surprise His friends have gone and they've told C a lie But you can walk on with me You don't even need to say a word You don't have to worry about the others I C (see) him and he runs up fast Kicks at the air his friends watch him fall and then laugh Charlie really (?) likes his friends But in his heart he knows that sometimes a dog is as good as any man Trying to do as we should That doesn't always rhyme with doing what feels good But you can sit in the grass; it feels good You don't even need to think a word You don't have to worry - don't worry Charlie there is drawing a gun Right there in the square he's catched Lucy on the run Aims his eye, cocks his head In a cloud of dust, dear old Lucy's gone Charlie's only trying the golden rule Draw unto others as they have been drawn to you And you can walk on home with me You don't even need to think a word You don't have to worry... @SONG: Love Tractor Transcribed by: Brian Whitman I'm holding the key I need no license to ride Dad said, that I'm alright The engine's still warm She'd been waiting for me in the barn Gonna make me feel, gonna make me feel right Well, I'm bouncing in my seat I try to remember what all the levers are I got enough fuel this time I got enough fuel time... (Those stupid yells that I hate so much come in here...) The engine's still warm She's been waiting for me in the barn Gonna let me feel, gonna help me feel I'm bouncing in that seat I try to remember what all the levers are I got enough fuel this time I got enough fuel - time to remember... (More yells) Enter the Earth We're scratching our play on the growth of the moon Mom said, that I'm alright @SONG: Weight of the World Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Woman, she's moving to the weight of the world Momma, she's carrying the weight of the world All the time she breathing in the weight of the world Bring it on home Bring the soup (?) on home Well, poppa, too, he got the weight of the world Man is moving in to the weight of the world And all the time, along with the soup he's bringing home The weight of the world Bring it on home Bring the soup on home Children, too, fall to this weight of the world All the time they they fall... right there into the weight And all the time they're trying to shake The weight of the world Bring it on home Bring the soup on home Everybody's going to the wake of the world We're all dressing up fine for the wake of the world And everybody's hiding behind trees, breathing loud The weight of the world Bring it on home Bring the soup on home @SONG: I'm Not Alone Transcribed by: Brian Whitman I see what I do, first look at the phone Turn on your TV Unscrew a bottle of beer - And orange square cellophane cheese First I think of this And then I turn to that Maybe I just don't think Might sing to this I might sing to that If I could only sing Now, as you can see This clearly isn't me I'm not alone, I'm just blue I'm not alone There was a day when I was alone A few sane days ago There was a love I've been living with That I lost on the way home First I thought of this And then I turn to that And then I turn a little bit scared Well, I feel a little bit easier Knowing that you're here Now, as you can see This clearly isn't me I'm not alone, I'm just blue I'm not alone First I think of this Then I turn to that Then I turn a little scared I feel a little easier now Knowing that you're all here Now, as you can see This clearly isn't me I'm not alone... I'm not alone, just blue @SONG: Barstools And Dreamers Transcribed by: Brian Whitman (This transcription lies heavily in my interpretation of the song - the lyrics in many parts are unclear, but my words sound right... see what you come up with, let me know!) (I'd also like to say that this was the overall hardest song to do - not only because it's long, but also because there's so many puns and hard words to understand completely - great tune with great poetry, though!) The barstool's built for dreamers Will fit fine, and find All those in the world whose dreams have died But tonight they're only taking thirsty people Who've been pulling on their drinks From a glass lies appaling quiet And in the drink there swim the swimmers And those who swims have dried You take another look Take another poll Take another pull Before you take a ride Heir to an open barstool Right there just wanna marry the fool Mary sees the bartender's needs And she sets in a bottle that she was born to be I say that's cool Just right - right for a fool Thinking whiskey, she bought me a drink I won't cross a word of what the lady thinks Pray I don't cross what the lady thinks No, she's been thinking out too loud, though This time I can't hear the pinball machine And there's a birdman playing tired sideway bongo Pulling all those words down, down, down Look at how the numbers grow In the glass there rolls the iron ball And the quarter states the toll, that's all You take another look Take another poll Take another pull Before you take a chance Look at your hands They're just ripe for a new kind of dance Just forget what you're body's just done And ride on the waves that the tounge's pressed on Like as small as babies do You know the little move on - babies do If there's some food that the moon feeds on Pray it won't hold it back - it won't hold it back Baby doesn't know what I just said Baby doesn't know the words that I just used Babies haven't learned any words yet Babies haven't even used giant words yet People only think People only talk People only think in words they already know Babies haven't learned any words yet They know what people feel They don't really care what the people think They only care what the people feel Music only knows what the people feel Babies only care what the people feel Feel @SONG: Proving Ground Transcribed by: Brian Whitman I really wanna move like I'd like to Sometimes I remember myself I really wanna feel like I'm supposed to Sometimes I remember how to feel How did I find myself just this way My body keeps on moving But a style gets in my way Find out just how tall I am By jumping in the middle of a river Well, we were shaking cliches like we used to You just remember the smell Breaking my brain like a boy who just Can't forget her smell Now, how do you like the way I drive Take us a little bit different way every next time Time Find out just how dry I am By jumping the middle of a river Find out just how tall I am How tall I am I really wanna move like I'd like to Sometimes I remember myself I really wanna feel like I'm supposed to Sometimes I remember how to feel How did I find myself just this way My body keeps moving But my thoughts get in the way Find out just how tall I am By jumping in the middle @SONG: The Last Straw Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Straw can bury us We can carry the hay But straws can break Like the reasons for my behavior Straws mend And straws bend And dry ones catch like A secret worth never paid for Straw muscles My straw muscles (?) It's only making my body sneeze Straw Straw can bury us We can carry us But you better jump right now Cause these brakes left some spots (?) The wife is on fire (??) (... song changes) Let's jump up on the camel's back Not one straw there gonna break his back Not one straw there gonna break his back Just the weight of five short men Let's jump up on the camel's back Not one straw there gonna break his back Not one straw there gonna break his back Just the weight of six young men ************ | EVERYDAY | ************ Part Three of Four of the Widespread Panic Lyrics File All songs transcribed by Brian Whitman unless otherwise noted Everyday is Copyright 1993 Widespread Panic Additions, comments, or corrections should be sent to @SONG: Pleas Transcribed by: Brian Whitman The Original Lyrics File They say turn the bright lights on And there you'll find the truth Here, open up this book And now you'll find the proof It feels like a can of worms Keep the lid on tight They say Don't let it get too bright (x3) No They tell me it takes sorrow, boy To help you feel the joy They say it takes poverty To let you love a toy Now you can't have the good Until you've shared the bad Don't let it get too sad (x3) No, not this time, time They say it takes hardship, boy To let you love arrest Sometimes underneath the road Is where I show my best Go, put your work clothes on Go and leave your mark And they say Don't let it get too dark (x3) No, not this time @SONG: Hatfield Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Jonatha687 Wide awake in San Diego Smallest root shrinking dry The fish are swimming closer inside Lake Marena Still get no rain from the sky Men were firing cannons Hoping smoke might tear an angel's eyes Heard the stories of shooting arrows Tearin' open the clouds But indians shoot the best, man The indians they don't like us, much Hatfield You made rain for L.A. We've got ten grand For you to go cook us some rain Science from the cooking pot mixing up with the air Feeling thunder Nights since they have started Now the clouds won't stay apart A little California voodoo Killed Hatfield and his brother Now the horses won't race where the town's turned to mud Streams and rivers are growing And my boots are filling up Letters from back this way (?) Look at them smiling, cooking and smiling Hatfield Made rain for L.A. Well, "Hot damn", People swear with one walk in this rain Families on porches The children are smiling The owners are mad, owners are crying Still the eyes of the children, wide open Wide, wide Well, the blue light is rolling in between the clouds Feeling of wonder Some water drying up, some sinking down "Charles always kept in touch", swears his mother "Always had the touch" Made rain for L.A. Made rain for L.A. Hatfield @SONG: Wonderin' Transcribed by: Brian Whitman (Quit touchin!) I've been working 'neath The grey sky And I'm wonderin' Still, I'm wondering why Must I lay low In a room full of strangers? Well, I'm thinking Thinking makes the danger My emotions they get all tangled up and My heart has just turned 'round Now I'm watching Look into my t.v. And I'm thinking Wondering about the things I see And I see your world Worthless stranger And I get thinking Thinking starts and makes it bigger All convictions they get all tangled up and Our heart has just turned round, round, round again I've been driving Thinking about you and me And I'm thinking Wonderin' 'bout the things I see When you treat your heart Hold you like a stranger And I've been thinking Little thinking makes the danger Our intentions they get all tangled up and Our hearts have just turned round, round, round again @SONG: Papa's Home Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Papa's hitting the road again Takes the show cross country for hire And the crowds come and go Secret agents getting bigger Mom's holding sister in the chair Turning pages of photographs Warm in their memories Falling asleep by the fire To the highway where some new cowboys go Drivers and drifters and rouges And the crew's still working Everybody's cracking jokes Morning comes so easy Sharing stories and forgetting time Take the rest in the look in her eyes As they go and close time Papa's driving past the night He's working his way to make it home The old man gonna be outside When the morning come, when the morning comes To the highway where some old cowboys go Drivers and drifters and rouges Some drink here, some dance here Hear old big boy telling jokes Mom's holding sister in the chair Sharing stories and forgetting time Warm in their memories of Falling asleep by the fire Papa's he driving past the night He's working his way to make it home The old man gonna lose his sight When the morning come, when the morning comes Papa's coming home Papa's coming home Papa coming home @SONG: Diner Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Beautiful, the girl's cooking in the diner today Oh, she won't show the bother, even time She gets covered in blues I sing kind little songs Trying to bait her soul And she's like natural music Anyway she moves Oh in time, time, time I just love to watch her hands - hair A little sugar, pepper Little brother wants to shine my shoes Go ahead, shine, shine, shine I'll sit real still And my backbone shivers As she looks this way And I try not to move She's beautiful - natural Hangin in the diner Basking in the light of Ms. Lee Because the tounge tastes so The china low The coffee sweet She serves a bowl of lightning Makes sure we have our relief (beep!*) Sometimes come for a menu Some just come in to breathe Hanging in the diner Sitting in the light of Ms. Lee She's beautiful - natural Hanging in the diner Basking in the light Basking in the light She's beauty, yeah The girl's cooking in the diner today No, she won't show the bother, even time She gets covered in blues I sing comical songs Trying to blame myself She's all-ready music in a booth, man If she catch you Hanging in the diner Sitting in the light of Ms. Lee Opening up early Help a poor boy up Open on Sunday, all day Little sunshine rising from the park Cross the street to the path Keeping my teeth long and longer And a smile... Hanging in the light Hanging in the light Sister Sister *= Does anyone else's CD copy of _Everyday_ have that tiny little high-pitched 'beep' right after the end of the line? Are my ears that keen? @SONG: Better Off Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Funnin' round Granpa's farm Billy goofing on the baby pigs Oh, I know they haven't even read the books I know Yeah, I understand the telephone But I really love to watch you talk your talk I love to watch you Maybe we're better off To see you dancing with you (?) It happened all by itself What are we browning here for? Haven't we seen through this whole thing yet Gonna get together gonna write us a book Call it, 'Stop Running The World' Look like I'm back in business all over again Maybe we're better off Looking at you, looking at you there Little better, it happened all by itself I see that time is fast I see the same hands on that same clock move Way too slow I'll quit talking about mys- I swear I'll quit talking about myself Maybe you can whisper enough here So I can start thinking about you Maybe we're better off Sure right looking at you Let's not confuse association Something we both really like I swear I quit talking I swear I quit talking about myself Just as soon as I learn to stop talking at all It would be better off Just feel you thinking about you (?) Maybe we're better off Feel good looking at you @SONG: Pickin' Up The Pieces Transcribed by: The Original Lyrics File Pickin' up those pieces (x2) Putting them away Not writing you a letter(x2) Not today Not wanting to meet my savior (x2) Not this way Sweating out my worries (x2) Just another day Just another day Just another day @SONG: Henry Parsons Died Transcribed by: Brian Whitman John B. Carroll The Original Lyrics File It was six o'clock 'bout Saturday When Henry Parsons died All his good neighbors say That man was never truly satisfied Preacher man, he wouldn't say no prayer Church bells didn't ring But all the people stood up and stared When a choir girl jumped up and started to sing Chorus: Was baptised in every creek in Georgia Devil still called his name Every time he shot up, drinkin' holy wine He spill it down in shame They held an auction on his front porch this morning Sold off all his clothes Sold off his four-poster bed Debutantes great aunt in the front row They burnt the house and spent the night The smoke rose, thick and black Now Henry Parsons got no place to stay If he ever gets the nerve up to come back Baptised in every creek in Georgia Devil still calls his name Every time he shot up, drinking holy wine He spilled his down in shame Everybody all over this town Knew his reputation All came to see him buried down in the ground What you might call a little morbid fascination What is everybody gonna say? What is everybody gonna do? Now Henry Parsons he passed away Now I know where I plan to give John to (??) Baptised in every creek in Georgia Devil still calls his name Every time he shot up, drinking holy wine He spilled it down, down Baptised in every creek in Georgia Devil still calls his name (calls his name) Every time he shot up, drinking holy wine He spilled it down in shame, in shame @SONG: Pilgrims Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Black cat crossed our path On little fog feet There's crows riding beside my window We left superstition on the roadside A few cities ago They spent our souls, maybe But they didn't take our smiles We listen, we shake, the radio There's a sweet corn princess smiling To the words on the glass Remember we stopped for tamales last time? But now the lights from the town Are fading with radio There's another song playing And we can hear it In the wind outside We listen, we shake to the radio We listen, to the radio Little black kitty crossed our path Wearing little fog feet And the crows they're just drifters Through my window Late night cities lights are growing sharper And there's another song I see pouring from the look In your eyes We listen, we shake to the radio We listen, we shake, to the radio, radio @SONG: Postcard Transcribed by: Brian Whitman The Original Lyrics File Well I've been sittin' here, thinkin' about you 'Bout what it is that you, you want from me You know it seems that I still don't know you well Know many faces I have seen Still I try, to make you happy Still I try, to make you sing Now if you're wonderin', what I think of it all Just read the back of this postcard Well the air here, breathing's great Well, we're having ourselves a good time Oh this town is nuts, my kind of place I don't want to leave I don't ever, I don't ever want to leave Oh never, never I don't ever want to leave Oh, no I see you in a Thousand costumes Strike many a silent pose I heard you tell a thousand stories Everyone in a different voice Still I try, to make you happy Still I try, to make you sing Now if you're wonderin', what I think of it all Just read the back of this postcard The air here, breathing's great Lord, we've cooked ourselves Now were cookin' up an ass kickin' time Didn't we? This town is nuts, my kind of place I don't want to leave I don't never, never, never, never want to leave. I never, never, never, never want to leave Never, never I'm taking my car - I never want to leave I'm taking my car... @SONG: Dream Song Transcribed by: The Original Lyrics File Take your sleep You will dream anything You know you will Because you've lived So many dreams before Take your sleep Take your dream You'll see anything there Well you know you will Because you've lived So many times before In your sleep Wake up in your dream You can do anything there Well you know you will Because you've been so many before Take your dream ******************** | AIN'T LIFE GRAND | ******************** Part Four of Four of the Widespread Panic Lyrics File All songs transcribed by Brian Whitman unless otherwise noted Ain't Life Grand is Copyright 1994 Widespread Panic Additions, comments, or corrections should be sent to @SONG: Little Kin Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Forgive the prince for awaking rude He heard footsteps near his head (live: Someone's boot stepped on his head) Lady luck had made him proud When he spends his stays in bed Making love to the victories (bitches?) Wives just paying for his head (?) Today will outlive yesterday As long as someone breaks the bread He's his mamma's pride He's his daddy's last heartbreak Well the sunrise in the kingdom Chicken's swooned to hear the man (?) Some find their way onto the paintings Others calling to the frying pan And the farmer's wife wakes him with smiles, tender budging hands Meat and wine for all as long as someone breaks the land Meat and wine for all. long as someone breaks the land He's got his mamma's eyes He's got his daddy's younger hands Sunset makes the shadows longer But the (?) in the valley grows Stars fly on the forest, hell, There's a prince hanging out the window The farmer's daughter rubs his neck Her hands are strong from serving rum Today gonna outlive yesterday Tonight gonna outlive yesterday Tonight might make for kingdoms to come... Kingdoms yet to come (x2) Kingdoms to come, to come... @SONG: Ain't Life Grand Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Watching people roll by Wonder where they're going Hey, what's your job? What're you knowing? Driving to the grocery store Pull my money out Passing by the liquor store Throw my money down Ain't life grand My wife's got the blues Now I've got them Gonna bring her a kiss Make those blues run Ain't life grand Ain't life grand The sun came out the other day Through those dusty clouds And in my mind I was a child And it felt good! Ain't life grand Ain't life grand Ain't life grand Ain't life grand @SONG: Airplane Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Sittin' around, waiting for an airplane Don't know how to fly, but that's okay Got me a pilot, she's going my way If she's got wings, if she's got wings Sittin' around, waiting for the mailman I don't how he could be so slow My good friend said you wrote me a letter Must have been a year ago Well, I've got a feeling That I should be leaving now (?) Sittin' around, watching the rainfall I don't know how it could rain so long Stand in the ocean, she is a woman (?) Who waits for her man to come home Well, I've got a feeling That I should be leaving now... (x5) Sittin' around, waiting for an airplane Don't know how to fly, but that's okay I got me a pilot, she's going my way If she's got wings, if she's got wings (x3) @SONG: Can't Get High Transcribed by: Brian Whitman I've been working all day I've been shaking it loose It's been raining for hours I've been spilling my juice (?) Nothing means nothing I couldn't care less And now that you're gone I can't even guess I've got snakes in my cellar I've got blood in my bed Bombs in the closet They're all painted cherry red And a feel like a mad scientist I've got loose change in my head Nothing but trouble these days I eat bullets in my bread Now that you're gone I'm sober every night I can't get high - no - I can't get right I'm a romantic (?) (?) everday bend Losin' a gamble But I get my revenge Start thinking about thunder And I get mad again Soaking up electricity Like bourbon in gin (?) Now that you're gone I'm sober every night I can't get high I can't get right Hallucinated green light And I slammed on the gas My performance ain't perfect But it's loud and it's fast Set sail for the new world And I burned down the mast Well, it wasn't the first time And I know it won't be the last Now that you're gone I'm sober every night I can't get high - no - I can't get right Now that you're gone, honey, I'm sober tonight I can't get high - no - I can't - get - right Get right @SONG: Heroes Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Johnny let his baby brother sleep Through the back door and baseball All the kids are waiting outside Old days come and go too soon Old friends, heroes, lifetimes Don't let a single memory fade away These are the days for heroes Look at all the soul shaking life Everybody turns hero this time Feels good to watch a big man dance There's a wide smile (wild smell?) on the hot street Supper's over and the streets come alive The band plays our favorite songs Policeman, buy some ice cream Sounds different when you hear 'Mister Freeze' Even the streets carry heroes Look at every soul shake its life These are the days of heroes, tonight! (?) Laughter come on downtown window and see faces walking back Tonight, everybody gonna remember, remember in time... Brings peace to watch a baby smile And the years come Bring us new ones All that music waiting inside... No, everybody turns hero Look at all the soul shaking life Everybody turns hero tonight! Look at all the soul shaking life Look at all the friend shaking life (?) Everybody turns hero... @SONG: Raise The Roof Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Be strong, baby please be strong Won't last, baby won't last long We were happy in our home Raise the roof, raise the roof, raise it high (x3) Take care, baby please take care Somewhere, find yourself a prayer We were happy in our home Raise the roof, raise the roof, raise it high (x3) Be strong, baby please be strong Won't last, baby won't last long We were happy in our home Raise the roof, raise the roof, raise it high (x3) @SONG: Junior Transcribed by: Brian Whitman (varies enormously between studio + live, Col. Bruce-esque) Hold me tight, if you want me to Hold me darling, you want me to I love you child, I love you babe I love your mamma, your sister too I love your dog, I hope he love me too I love you child, I swear I love you baby Love your mamma, your sister too Love your dog, I hope he love me too I love you babe, love you child I love you mamma, your daddy too Show me the world, its only two (?) I love you babe, I love you child I love you since you were born I love you more and more and more (he begins mumbling here...) @SONG: L.a. (Liza's Apt., A of D...) (psst- it's instrumental!) @SONG: Blackout Blues (Off The Ground) Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Robert Simpson Hope you don't mind me barging the door In the middle of the night Hope you don't mind me barging the door like this In the middle of the night Falling in and out of bars on my own Pick my head up off the ground Woke up on your bed this morning You were sleeping on the floor Woke up on your bed this morning You were sleeping on the floor Falling in and out of bars on my own Pick my head up off the ground I think we're riding on our last legs Like a dark horse down the stretch I think we're riding on our last legs Like a dark horse down the stretch Falling in and out of bars on my own Pick my head up off the ground (repeat last verse) Pick my head up off the ground (x4) @SONG: Jack (I couldn't have transcribed this song without the 'Everyday Outtakes' tape) Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Jack was really a jester Who held his one good eye on the queen And there sat the king beside her He's pointing his sword up and down with every scene And the wizard's in the corner Catching peanuts between his teeth And the dogs lying in the shadow in the archway There's one good dog sleeping filled with good ol' dog dreams He slipped next to the wizard Whispered something deep, to the bottom of his ear A little joke, the one about the farmer's daughter How she was stomping on grapes, coming up with blue feet and beer And he slipped behind the queen A little fool's gold, the rich don't mind Lately the king's (k)nights have turned a little rusty And his halo - I mean his crown - has gone and slipped around his eyes The wizard's in the corner Pulling lizards between his knees And the dog he been long gone Gone to pitch for the winning team Fifty-two, I mean fifty-four bicycles on the wall Ready to ride, ready to ride until the last of them falls Jack's been cooking in the kitchen Whompin' (?) up some biscuits for us all For us all For us all Ready to ride, ready to ride, ride @SONG: Fishwater Transcribed by: Brian Whitman (I think they worry more about a good groove here than clear vocals) Four straight days Would take me back to New Orleans Drink more fishwater there More than anywheres that mamma's ever seen Alright tonight I've been fueling my dreams with greens and beets (????) ? ? Still want more, still find more... Still want more, still find more... Gimme tonight Take it way like that (?) Spend the light down that street, down that street, down that other street Watch my money My lives down in New Orleans (?) You can't tell which men might be womens there (?) Which women might turn mean Still want more, still find more... Still want more, still find more... (Interspersed 'mores' and 'fishwaters' here till end) @SONG: Untitled (The acoustic guitar hidden track is, as well, instrumental)