Song of the Week/Day.
Primitive Radio Gods
"Standing Outside a Broken Phonebooth with Money in My Hand"
I've been downhearted baby,
I've been downhearted baby,
Ever since the day we met.
Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon Street
We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we've never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Teresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job
Do do do do doo do...
Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do what prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?
Do do do do doo do...
[piano solo]
A life is time, they teach you growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself on zebra flesh
Do do do do doo do...
(telephone crackle: he-hello? hello?)
I've been downhearted baby,
I've been downhearted baby,
Ever since the day we met....
Primitive Radio Gods
"Standing Outside a Broken Phonebooth with Money in My Hand"
I've been downhearted baby,
I've been downhearted baby,
Ever since the day we met.
Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon Street
We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we've never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Teresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job
Do do do do doo do...
Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do what prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?
Do do do do doo do...
[piano solo]
A life is time, they teach you growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself on zebra flesh
Do do do do doo do...
(telephone crackle: he-hello? hello?)
I've been downhearted baby,
I've been downhearted baby,
Ever since the day we met....
(as if you'd even care)
When the lights go up,
and the sun has nearly gone down.
Did you see him on the street?
Did you pass him at your feet?
Did you think aloud,"how dare they
even look me in the eye'?
And he loves the girls.
And he loves the boys.
Going to make twenty dollars
before the weekends over.
So set him up,
Let him fall.
Turn him over in your hands.
God save the King of New Orleans.
Got a ticket to a show.
Going to see him take a blow.
When the drunk one said,
"Cat Sssstevens was the greatest singer!"
And did you kick him in the head?
Did you see the blood run down? Did you laugh at all when the
people walked right by and said aloud,
"You gutter punks are all the same.
"Probably make twenty dollars 'fore the weekends over."?
So set him up,
Then let him fall.
Turn him over in your hands.
God save the King of New Orleans.
Radio in my head.
Radio in that car.
Going down again,
he's going down again....
Anyway you look, anyway you talk it over.
It's easier to let it slip out of your mind.
But it rips your heart out.
Then it kicks your head in.
Just give him one more chance,
try to see the beauty in his world.
All the way in on my hands, in on my feet,
and shoulders. Going to make twenty dollars
before the weekends over.
So set him up,
Then let him fall.
Turn him over in your hands.
God save the King of New Orleans.