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EXILE ON COLDHARBOUR LANE


CONVERTED

Forty days you've been tired and tempted,
Forty nights you've been out in the cold,
Every phoneline conversation's intercepted,
And you can't reconnect 'cos the frequency is closed.

So many miles you've been out of direction,
So many signs but you ain't got nowhere to go.
Your cadillac's has got its headlights disconnected,
Rolling your wheels down the wrong side of the road.

Can you see them now
Can you see them now
Can you see the sisters swinging?

Can you hear them now
Can you hear them now
Can you hear the brothers singing?

Let's go back to church,
Let's go back to church,
So damn long since we sung the song,
Let's go back to church.

Let's go back to church,
Let's go back to church,
Anyday now, anyway anyhow,
Let's go back to church.

You drink the wine but it tastes like water.
You broke the bread but it had turned to stone.
Your sacrement it lay scattered on the pavement
The covenants you kept they'd all been stolen and sold.

But you can see them now
You can see them now
You can see the sisters swinging.
You can hear them now
You can hear them now
You can hear the brothers singing


SPEED OF THE SOUND OF LONELINESS

(John Prine)


WOKE UP THIS MORNING

You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun
Mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One.
She said: You're one in a million
You've got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning
All that love had gone,
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.
But you're looking good, baby,
I believe you're feeling fine, (shame about it),
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down,
Thing's ain't been the same
Since the blues walked into town.
But you're one in a million
You've got that shotgun shine (shame about it).
Born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

When you woke up this morning everything was gone,
by half past ten your head was going ding-dong.
Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,
like some voice tryin to tell you there's something you should know.
Last night you were flying but today you're so low
Ain't it times like these that make you wonder
If you'll ever know
The meaning of things as they appear to the others;
wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.
Don't you wish you didn't function,
Don't you wish you didn't think
beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink?
Well you do so make up your mind to go on,
Cos when you woke up this morning
Everything you had was gone.


U DON'T DANS 2 TEKNO

Last train to Mashville girl,
You got on board.
Packed up your medicines, left without a word.
Now you're strung out in suburbia waitin' for that call,
You just chill out by yourself behind your front door.

You lost the plot again,
Where you are now ain't clear.
It's a misty morning memory,
The road that took you here.
Your special k keeps the chills away
With your needle and your spoon,
Starin' at the walls sharin your score with no one.

And u don't dans 2 tekno anymore.
I don't see you under the strobe light on the dance floor.
It's been a while since I saw your ultraviolet smile,
U don't dans 2 tekno anymore

Bein' a loverman and a dj
lots of girls come down the front when I'm on the one's and two's.
There was this one particular girl though
she was so beautiful she used to knock my eyes out every damn time.
One night, she took this funny little heart
shaped pill and just died right there in front of me.
Now she don't dans 2 tekno anymore.

U don't dans 2 tekno anymore.
U don't dans 2 tekno anymore.
U don't dans 2 tekno,
So sad since you let it go.
U don't dans 2 tekno anymore.

Your 808 and the 303
Ain't the friends that they used to be,
You got no time for sweet 909.
You said goodbye to Chicago
and Detroit said you Lord, you let her go 
and there ain't no guest list at the border line.

All the people sing
And u don't dans 2 tekno anymore.
I don't see you under the strobe light on the dance floor.
It's been awhile since I saw your ultraviolet smile,
U don't dans 2 tekno anymore.

No, u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
lord above
U don't dans 2 tekno anymore
U don't dans 2 tekno
So sad since you let it go
And u don't dans 2 tekno anymore

U don't dans 2 tekno anymore,
Hip hop or electro.
U don't dans 2 tekno anymore.
U don't dans 2 tekno anymore.


BOURGEOISIE BLUES

Dialectic: I.V. Lenin (Socialism In The Mainline)
Bourgeoisie parliamentarianism, the highest state of society.
Third World debt, First World exploitation.
What a society we're living in,
Selling Third World drugs at First World prices.
They say Lenin was wrong, who says?
It's enough to give me the fucking blues

I know you're searching for some new sensation
'Cos I saw you with the Sugarman.
You took a taste of that sweet salvation,
Now you're eating out of the palm of his hand.
You hear some line from a song that reminds you
Of the time when you were seventeen.
The memory moves you but you feel kind of confused,
'Cos now money is your melody.

Looks like,
Temptation gotta hold on you
She's eating away at your dreams,
You're so hungry for that smell of money
You've been wasting away for years.

Hear you were hustling with some heavy connections
Hooked up on those dollars and dimes.
You were looking for thrills and dressed up to kill
Any motherfucker messing with your goldmine.
Now you walk the line,
trying to buy yourself time,
With some honey-backed guarantee.
But the bees they are buzzing
and the flies they are humming,
Round the holes in your hypocrisy.

Looks like,
Temptation gotta hold on you
She's eating away at your dreams,
You're so hungry for that smell of money
You've been wasting away for years.


AIN'T GOING TO GOA

Larry Love do you remember when I came upon you
In that place of suffering in the Valley of Darkness?
I took away all your pain and put love in your cold, cold heart.
From that day forward I told you to go out
And spread my word through music -
Sweet pretty country acid house music.
From that day Larry, you not only joined my church,
You embraced my whole philosophy,
My whole way of life.
But remember little man -
Don't you go to Goa.

I believe I'm gonna
Shut down my chakras, shift Shiva offa my shelf
Take down my tie dyes, my Tibetan bells
Cool down my carma with a can of O.P.T.
Ain't no call for Casteneda in my frontline library.

Chorus
There's one thing I know, Lord above,
I ain't gonna go,
I ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't goin' to Goa now
I ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't gonna Goa now.

Ain't dancin' trance, no thanx, no chance to t-t-tranquilise me.
Ain't sippin' no smart bar drinks, you, that don't satisfy me.
Dosing up my dharma, with a drop of gasoline,
I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, tantric mantra talkin' don't move me.

I don't need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry, crystal silicon chip.
I ain't walking on lay lines,
reading no High Times
put me on another bad trip.
Timothy Leary, just check out this theory,
he sold acid for the F.B.I.
Well, he ain't no website wonder, the guru just went under,
you can keep your California Sunshine.

'Cos the righteous truth is, there ain't nothing worse than
some fool lying on some Third World beach in
spandex, psychedelic trousers, smoking damn dope
pretending he gettin' consciousness expansion.
I want consciousness expansion,
I go to my local tabernacle an' I sing! 


MAO TSE TUNG SAID

Mao Tse Tung said change must come
Change must come thru the barrel of a gun
Not thru talkin' and not through waitin'
And sittin' around just contemplatin' the facts
Cos we know what they are
So let Mao Tse Tung be your guidin star
Pick up a gun and learn how to fight
All thru the day and all thru the night
Til come the day when the last fight's won
I want you to listen son
Cos Mao Tse Tung said change must come
Thru the barrel of a gun
I want you to listen son
Change must come
Change must come thru the barrel of a gun
Mao Tse Tung said
Change must come
Mao Tse Tung said
Change must come
Mao Tse Tung said
Change must come
Change must come thru the barrel of a gun 


HYPO FULL OF LOVE (THE 12 STEP PLAN)

Brothers and sisters I have a confession to make this evening.
I been a fool, I been hanging out on street corners with whores and junkies - Living mah life so low.
But D. Wayne Love he walked into my life and said
"Larry I've got a 12 Step plan for you brother"
And tonight for you people we're gonna share his message with you.

Step One
You gotta consider yourself completely powerless under me, D. Wayne
Step Two
You figure that's just gotta be jelly cos jam just don't shake like that
Step Three
Make a searching inventory of all your good shit
Step Four
Inventory taken, hand it all willingly over to me
Step Five, D. Wayne
Having divined I am the real thing get down on your knees
Step Six
....and humbly ask me to remove your underthings
Step Seven
And make ready for me to do mah thing
Step Eight
Naked now you're ready to understand mah kind of lovin'
Step Nine, D. Wayne
Lovin mens, lovin womens,l ovin all God's creatures
Step Ten
Your divestments complete I may or may not be turned on by you
Step Eleven
If I am turned on by you, I'll probably think you're about ready to become ...
Step Twelve
a lowly little reverend just making you way day by day, in the congregation
Hustling for a dollar here, a dollar there,
bringing it all back to the all powerful all mighty, all wise
D W A Y N E Love

If you see me standing on the corner, money in mah hand
I ain't waiting for no taxi honey, I'm waiting for mah man
He ain't selling heroin,
He ain't selling crack cocaine
He got enough of that stuff gonna move you up
to the higher plane

Shoot me up
In the mainline
Shoot me up
In the mainline
Shoot me up
In the mainline
With a hypo full of love
With a hypo full of love
Shoot me up
Deep down inside
Shoot me up
Ain't nobody can hide
Come on shoot me up
With a hypo full of love
With a hypo full of love

Your monkey's messing with bad medicine
And you be down with the Jones
Sweating, Shaking, your body's aching badly
Feel the fever in your bones
T-t-t-tripping out you start to count the minutes down
Till you lose the misery.
Hey there's no need to go under,
Just ring D. Wayne's number up
And you be feeling free.

Shoot me up
In the mainline
Shoot me up
You know I feel fine
Shoot me up
Every damn day
With a hypo full of love
With a hypo full of love
Shoot me up
Deep down inside
Shoot me up
You just can't hide
Shoot me up
D. Wayne Love
With a hypo full of love

D.Wayne is on the mainline, tell him what you want
D.Wayne is on the mainline, tell him what you want
D.Wayne is on the mainline, tell him what you want
Just call him up and tell him what you want
If your sick and you wanna get well, tell him what you want
If your sick and you wanna get well, tell him what you want
If your sick and you wanna get well, tell him what you want
Just call him up and tell him what you want.


THE OLD PURPLE TIN

I lived with my mamma
'Til I was sixteen.
Old time religion,
The sweetest of dreams.

And now that I'm aging,
And conscience is dead.
In my left hand the Bible
In my right hand an old purple tin.

I went to the doctors
Coz I was unwell.
He said, "My boy
You all shot to hell."

"I'm gonna write you a prescription
For some pure heroin."
But I traded that sucker
For a six pack of that old purple tin.

The old purple tin,
The old purple tin,
Sweet testament Lord
To the state that I'm in.

I drink it all day,
I drunk it all night.
The old purple tin
Oh Lord, lights up my life.

I am in prison,
The light never shines.
I can't see my Bible,
So dark is the night.

I'm waiting for letters
That never get sent.
All my brothers and sisters
On the corner with that old purple tin.

The old purple tin,
The old purple tin,
Sweet testament Lord
To the state that I'm in.
I have drunk it all day,
I have drunk it all night.
The old purple tin
Oh Lord, lights up my life.
Lights up my life...
Lights up my life...
Lights up my life...


THE NIGHT WE NEARLY GOT BUSTED

Jack, he don't chill,
He's popped too many pills.
Says he's gonna set all the people free.
Jane's much the same,
She's never played the game
They used to like to keep me company.
They never could stand still,
Always up on that hill
Said they oughta check out the territory.
Coz, see, the word was out
There was no doubt about it,
Undercover men on every corner of their property.
But Jack, he just took Jane by the hand
He said, 'Come on over here a while, honey
Coz tonight I'm gonna take you right back.
You remember that night
We used to feel so fine.'

The night we nearly got busted
Got down on our knees.
The night we nearly got busted
It was the Lord who set us free.

We nearly got busted, but me and Larry Love, we're just too damn slick.

Well Jane, all those thrills
They started to spill out all over,
She said she could, she could hear them talking in the hall.
Jack just used to fill up that broken cup,
He swore he saw 'em
Looking through the holes in the motel wall.
But he said 'Hey, baby, we got time to kill
Eat another goddamn pill
I'm gonna check out the coastguard's commentary,
Coz I believe our ship is comin' in tonight,
And I feel so fine
I'm gonna spin out another tale of sweet testimony.
So come on with me, now.
Come on with me, now.
I'm gonna take you by the hand to the Promised Land.
Coz remember that night?
You used to feel so fine.
You used to feel so fine.'

The night we nearly got busted,
Got down on our knees.
The night we nearly got busted,
It was the Lord who set us free.

The night we nearly got busted,
Got down on our knees.
The night we nearly got busted,
It was the Lord who set us free,
Lord who set us free.

We can't wait,
Can't hesitate,
They're picking the padlocks at the gate.
Smell the violence,
Blind suckers on the side of silence
Are smiling, giving the eye
Checking out our fingerprint file inquiries,
Digging in our diaries
The motherfuckers been a-messin' with the phone line...


SISTER ROSETTA

It's a rainy night in Brixton D.Wayne,
Why are you taking me downtown?

I brought you down here for a reason, Larry.
You've been a faithful little reverend
You n the mountain been disseminating the dope music
To people all over the world.

But I haven't been wholly straightforward with you, Larry.
And tonight, I think you're about to move a stage further
In my twelve step plan, which you have fought so diligently.

Yeah, brother.

Let me look in the bag.
Then unrolled your fingers
Black cat bone,
Some rattle snake powder
some...
Now lets take a little touch of this, a little touch of this.
Gimme that dixie bottle you're holdin' there, put some of this in there.
Mix it up real good, now you drink that down, Larry.
Tell me how you feel?

Oh, I feel goddamn weird D.Wayne...

Do you feel the spirit?

I feel the spirit comin' to me...

Are you changin' Larry?

I can change..

Are you changin' from what you once were?

I can change, man I can change...

You have the power to do as the Lord does and remember, Larry
God has power, God has power and if one does
As God does enough times, you will become as God is.
Feel the spirit movin' through you, Larry.
As we go back,
Back to the beat of the heart.
Back to me and you, Larry.
Now sing me a sad, sweet spiritual.

In that mornin'
I wanna be walkin', yeah.
I wanna be walkin' on
I wanna be walking on to gold, yeah.

On line of horizons I can see
City lights are shining, yeah.
Shining like diamonds,
Lord, I believe I'm coming home.

You gotta help me now.
You gotta help me now.

You see, I looked for the light in the words of Saint Matthew,
Took a heed of the call to come and congregate.
I got me a ticket for that gospel train,
But Lord, I got to the station just a little too late.

But into the night I went looking for angels,
Only to find that I was walking alone.
Searchin' the line for some sign of salvation, Lord,
But I found none.

You've gotta help me now -
Some brother, some sister, somebody...
You've gotta help me now.

I buried my Bible at the back of the bar room.
I bought me a bottle, jukebox played Jerry Lee.
I stumbled and staggered in the heat of the moonshine,
A whole lot of shakin' goin' on in me.

Up in the skies, thunder is rollin'.
River is running to red down below,
I'm gonna raise up my hands
Sing all the sweets of decay
It's comin', comin' on strong, now.

So, help me now...

You gotta help me now...
You gotta help me now...
You gonna help me now?

Hear that D. Wayne?
I can feel brother, I've got that gospel swing
I've got that golden gate quartet on my turntable.
Gospel music gonna make me swing.

I'm gonna get down on here to Jackson
Gonna get down on my knees.
I'm gonna get down to five miles in Alabama,
'Cause tonight gospel music gonna set me free.

Gospel music gonna set me free.
Sweet pretty acid house gospel music,
It's gonna set me free.

'Til the morning watch me now,
I'm gonna be walkin'...


PEACE IN THE VALLEY

She spends too much time with herself every night,
Just fooling around with her fears.
In the morning she mourns her declining mind,
Drowning in a bottle of beer.
It's too dangerous just  to think about what she might have been,
If she'd sung for salvation, if she'd danced on her dreams.

But there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow
Coz tonight she's gonna blow it all away
Lord, she feels so twisted,
She ain't ever gonna fix it,
She's just waiting for a light to shine on a brand new day.

He don't know if he's a communist, a hedonist, or a whore.
Spent too much time riding on a white line to find the door
And if he did and he opened it he'd find those letters in the hall,
But he's too blind to read between the lines
Coz the writing's on the wall.

There's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow
Coz tonight he's gonna blow it all away
Lord, he feels so twisted, he ain't ever gonna fix it,
He's just waiting for a light to shine on a brand new day.

I got ecstacy but I need some company
You've got that mystery, Lord I need a plan
All I got is this compromise and a bag full of alibis
Lord as empty as the bottle of whiskey in my shaking hand.

But there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow
Coz tonight we're gonna blow it all away
Lord, we feels so twisted, we ain't ever gonna fix it,
We're just waiting for a light to shine on a brand new day.