HOMEMADE BLOOD Chuck Prophet - vocals, guitar Stephanie Finch - singing, piano, organ, accordion Paul Revelli - drums, trickbag Max Butler - guitar, steel, mandolin, vocals Anders Rundblad - bass Greg Leisz - pedal steel Credit Get your hand out of my pocket You're not my Uncle Sam Have we been introduced? Do you even know who I am? I just cam here for some credit I want some credit I just came here for some credit I want some credit Why don't you leave me out of thi Do you even know who you are? Hey, is this a game of hit and miss? Is that a birthmark or a scar? Give me alittle bit of credit Give me some credit Just a little bit of credit Give me some credit I know I'll never reach the sun But I'm not giving up Til Ihit on everyone Four sets a night, six days a week I never sayed a lousy dime Now my guitar it gently weeps Out of tune and out of time Just last week a little card came in the mail It was gold and thin as Kate Moss I took a little trip to Paris for the weekend That's when they up and cut me off I said why, they said you got no credit You're all out of credit Where can I can get a little more credit Chop out some credit I know things are gonna change But I can't say bad or good First they build you up Then they chop you down like wook All for a little bit of credit Give me some credit Where can I get a little more credit I want some credit After all is said and done I'm gonna pay up before I run -------------------------------------------------------------- You been gone You been gone, you been gone Clouds make rain and days make years You been gone, gone, gone The fair-haired boy is bald as a peach And the reprobate's got a sermon to preach Yeah Your Sweet Lorraine is on SSI Her mind walked off before she said goodbye Yeah You been gone, you been gone Clouds make rain and days make years You been gone, you been gone I think you'll find some changes here You been gone, you been gone Clouds make rain and days make years You been gone, gone, gone The village square is a ten acre mall And the hometeam plays out of San Cristobal Yeah The tender mercies have all been spent Every last straight arrow is bent Yeah You been gone ... The Dairy Queen where it all went down Is a halfway house called Homeward Bound Yeah Every little breeze fans a flame And a longlost voice calls out your name Yeah You been gone... --------------------------------------------------------- Inside Track Hercules stomped out the door in a steroid rage His mouthpiece issues statements from his office in a cage She's on the verge of marriage on her anniversary Call it what you want to it makes perfect sense to me I'm on an inside track But I keep fallin' back Wake up Sleepy Jesus Can't you hear that whistle blow? The money sniffin' dogs are barkin' up a child's skirt The Energizer Bunny's lyin' face down in the dirt I just might disappear again with nothing up my sleeve Call it what you want to or don't call it anything The borderlords have taken refugue deep in cyberspace As living legends are exhumed and showered with disgrace The best lack all conviction, the worst get off scot-free Call it what you want to it makes perfect sense to me I'm on a inside track ... Someone squeezes my left leg and shouts in my right ear "Pontchartrain is empty and your sponsor want a beer" It's been the longest day of a longer century Call it what you want to or don't call it anything I'm laid up with a fever I'm on fire from head to toe Before my heart bursts into flame there's something you should know The bombs keep detonating at a quarter after three Call it what you want to or don't call it anything I'm on an inside track ... -------------------------------------------------------------------- OOH WEE I was nine years old in seventy-three Strung out on Ritalin and color TV Took the bus each day to school Nobody made me, I wanted to I was feelin' good Feelin' alright Nobody knew my name at night Ooh Wee Show me what you got to see Ooh Wee alright! Ooh Wee Nowhere that I'd rather be Ooh Wee alright! Took up with a girl with yellow hair She had love to kill and time to spare She said "We'll sleep alone after we die Tonight love needs no alibi" She made me feel so good I was feelin' alright Nobody knew my name at night Ooh Wee... Her mouth spills open like a shell She's studyin' her fingernails Piled up like a plate of bones They picked ya clean and sent ya home Sometimes you win, sometimes you don't I watch my dreams go up in smoke I'm goin' home unsatisfied I'm goin' home to save my pride I'm feelin' good Feelin' alright Nobody knows my name tonight Ooh Wee... -------------------------------------------------------------- New Year's Day I took a drive by the prison Wound up at the taco stand I changed my clothes in the parkinglot And thought about our wedding plans Then I lookd up at the foothills Where I used to hide with you You gave me anything I wanted Now all I want's a substitute I'm lost inside my skin No messages to send Don't cry It's New Year's Day again I came back around To hide out for the holidays That was over thirteen months ago I don't know if I'll ever escape So I'm back where we started Working from room to room Yeah, I'm all over the campus A gib man with a mop and a broom I'm lost inside my skin ... Last night the champagne was flowin' Some guys were runnin' off at the mouth Your name came up in conversation Then somebody started The Count I woke up in my Nissan To the static on the radio I dialled up a station Closed my eyes and started to glow I'm lost inside my skin ... -------------------------------------------------------- 22 Fillmore Don't wanna be alone tonight Don't wanny be alone tonight Why don't you drop on by? Why don't you stay for a while? Don't wanna be alone tonight We could turn out the lights We could sit in the dark We could turn out the lights We could sit in the dark We could study the moon, study the stars I'm gonna shut out the lights I'm gonna sit in the dark You want it , you got it 22line Up and down the Fillmore You want , get on it Rock on baby Bab rock on Rock on I'm gonna watch TV in a rented tux I'm gonna watch my TV in a rented tux I'm gonna take off my shoes I'm gonna take off my socks Gonna watch MTV in a rented tux You want it, you got it .... Yeah, past the churches, the meetings and the stores Straight up to my door Go on take a picture take the whole damn roll Go on take a picture take the whole damn roll Go on take a picture take the whole fucking roll Go on take a picture take the whole fucking roll (REPEAT) You want it, you got it ... (CHORUS) ------------------------------------------------------------------ Homemade Blood You got seven scarlets veils I got a hammer and I got nails And I've been pounding Lookin' for a stud Nothin' but the best for my girl A ruby and a rose, a strawberry swirl My love it started as a leak, Graduated into a flood Pretty soon I'll be fallin' I can hear my own voice callin' Drownin' in a sea of homemade blood Homemade blood Cheap red win Spillin' out the alley And the creek is high Steal a heart You pay a fine Homemade blood's fallin' from the sky You got lips as red as sin You got a heart that I want in And we've been stranded In the fog and in the mud Nobody looks like you Pink slippers and a rose tattoo My love it started as a leak, Graduated into a flood Pretty soon I'll be drinkin' I can feel my own heart sinkibn' Down into a sea of homemade blood Homemade blood ... (CHORUS) I been burnin' in my sleep Countin' slaughtered sheep To the sound of laughter Rainin' from above If I can't have all of you There ain't no tellin' what I might do So tell me baby, tell me baby, Who do you love? Pretty soon I'll be leavin' I'd say the odds are less than even I'll pull out of this sea of homemade blood Homemade blood ... ---------------------------------------------------------- Whole lot more Well, it's drop drop drop Then the clouds explode It#s cats and it's dogs And chaos rules the road There's a swelling tide Beneath an open sore She'll ride this one out And a whole lot more You can knock on the door But there's nobody there We're all alone At high noon in Times Square You won't win her hand Just by knockin' on a door It's the way that you knock And a whole lot more A whole lot more Shapes inside of the darkness Places to go Room in her heart You'll never see Well, the ships won't rise In the diamond light As comic book heroes Back down from the fight Where the dark hall leads To a room full of doors One to her bed And a whole lot more A whole lot more ... When the tumbler clicks And every lie comes true Your little black book Will stop cheating on you You can buy, you can sell You can steal from the poor She'll give it all away And a whole lot more Yeah, she'll give it all away And a whole lot more -------------------------------------------------------------- Textbook Case He was a textbook case There was no doctor in the house When his aunt said leave He left as quiet as a mouse He robbed from the poor He gave to himself Lookd in the glass And raised a toast to his health He was a textbook case But he could not read at all He took a girl to eat And he ran his fingers through her hair When a car honked at her He broke the antenna right there When she walked she swayed Like a tall stalk of corn When she kissed him she wished That he had never bee born He was a textbook case But he could not read at all Textbook case All fall down He was lost in space Headed straight to the ground Now he lies around the yard like a dog with no bowl Starin' at the sun Dreamin' of parole The prison shrink just looked one time and he shook his head "Textbook case" Was all that he said He was a textbook case But he could not read at all --------------------------------------------------------- Kmart Family Portrait I thought that I could see you Playin' in the yard And I thought that I could hear you If I listened really hard Go down to the mailbox Stand around and stare Up into the kitchen Ain't nothin' cookin' there On to the bedroom Stare at the mirror on the wall The mirror cracked a grin and said There's nobody here at all I thought that I could feel you Runnin' through my veins I thought that I could be with you Now there's nothing to reclaim Chasin' a cloud Hangin' in the air The fence is fallen over And it's all beyound repair Talk to neighbors Converstion small You turn your head, you blink your eyes And there's nobody there at all I thought I could see you Playin' in the yard And I thought that I could hear you If I listened really hard --------------------------------------------------- Til you came along Thought I was loose Thought I was free Thought there wasn't anything That I couldn't see Til you came along Thought I was good Thought I was bad Knew where I was going And knew where I would land Til you came along You came along With a love so sweet You opened the door You let me breathe What did I know What did I know Sittin' at the table Starin' 'cross the room Silverware and candles I never needed two Til you came along Walkin' down the highway Kickin' up the dust I was lookin' for trouble I never found enough Til you came along You came along ... I never saw it comin' Never had to face the truth Took everything I had To just bend down and tie my shoes Til you came along Sky was painted grey Everybody dressed in black I was combing trough the rubble Through the fiction and the fact Til you came along You came along ... -------------------------------------------------- The Parting Song Sailor won't you take me to the shore now Let me drink my fill Lyin' down it feels just like a chore now Dyin' ain't no big deal You could be a friend to me You could be my enemy Gabriel come blow your horn now Blow it all around Somewhere there's a baby bein' born now Don't you let her mama down You could be a friend to me You could be my enemy You could be a friend to me You could be my enemy Wake me up when we're someplace we haven't been And I'll raise my cup, I'll raise it up a little higher, my friend (CHORUS) Rider don't you pass me by now Rider won't you stop for me Rider don't you say it's not my time now I don't need your sympathy You could be a friend to me You could be my enemy You could be a friend to me You could be my enemy You could be a friend to me You could ba my enemy ----------------------------------------------------------------- copyright 1996 Funzalo Music/No Socks Music/Route 13/Orca Songs/Hear Hear no Evil Music/Bug Music