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Have You Seen My Baby
02:46
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Have you seen my baby
Maybe on the street
Lord have mercy on her mind
And bracelets at her feet
And I said Lord, Lord, Lord
Hear me sing my saddest song
Have you seen my baby
She been gone away too long
She been gone away too long
Oh have you seen my baby
Maybe on the road
She always travels lightly
Never carries any load
And I said Lord. Lord, Lord
Hear me sing my saddest song
Have you seen my baby
She been gone away too long
She been gone away too long
Oh have you seen my baby on that Appalachian line
SmokinÕ them homemade cigarettes and drinkinÕ that homemade wine
I heard she went to winter in the white of Waterloo
Heard she spent the Summer in the sun of Katmandu
Have you seen my baby
Maybe in your dreams
SheÕs finger-lickinÕ lovely
TakinÕ coffee in her cream
And I said Lord, Lord, Lord
Hear me sing my saddest song
Oh, have you seen my baby
She been gone away too long
She been gone away too long
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2. |
Get Behind Me Satan
05:50
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Get behind me Satan
My temper's breaking through
I'm feeling like I've taken all
I'm gonna take from you
Enough of all your lying
Enough of all your sin
I'm kicking out the windows
And the light is pouring in
Don't crown my head in gold
Don't crown my head in thorns
Call me by the name
That I forgot when I was born
Get behind me Satan
My horns are swinging low
My army's about to march
My trumpet's about to blow
My silver sword is shining
Like holy Detroit chrome
And I bring my fire and lightning
Against your castle made of stone
Don't promise me your pleasures
Your treasures aren't your own
But, baby I got mind, heart, flesh, blood, bone
Get behind me Satan
Get while the getting's good
I'm about to turn on you
Like you never thought I could
I'm gonna eat up all your anger
I'm gonna drink up all your spite
I'm gonna drag the daytime kicking
Down the dungeons of the night
And I'll burn down all your bunkers
With a humble candle light
Then I'll take everything that's left
And make sure to set it right
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3. |
Serenade
03:54
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Arcade switchblades blink and flash
and the pinball machine’s on full-tilt-
and the white-skinned girls with painted curls lilt
into the wall as the change machine invokes another rattling jackpot.
Ask not what the evening has in store for you
but what you have in store for the evening-
grieving easy at the end of the day gone by.
Bygones are bygones on long-gone Saturday Nights
with the light of the night’s first cigarette to show you the way
into the corners of the shadows
in the shadows on the corners
where the mourners moan long trombone drones for a stone to lay them down to sleep.
And it’s traffic-
and it’s music-
and it’s people-crowd-stammer-jabber
hustle-bustle bone and muscle-
a chip on every shoulder and a spring in every step
and some shoe-shine-schlep hustlin’ nickels for his spit.
And this is it!
The smell of Saturday night!
Burning gasoline-
lean and mean-
a love machine grinding
away five days of grinding
away one day at a time-
for a dime-
for your precious, precious time.
And now it’s time to dance in too-big pants and slippery leather wing-tips with blue
Goodwill stickers stapled to your sole.
Fire in the bowl and raise it to the too-soft lips of the Beloved.
Daze her dazzling beauty with sweet-smoke-easy-laughs and
half-a-heart
to never part
from the comfort of her lazy legs.
And records play in windows two stories up-
and what’s the story in the window over there-
the one with the girl with the Rapunzel hair-
yelling at the boys on the bricks-
slick
with silver crucifix hearts thrust through open shirts-
watching skirts twirl down the street-
off to meet loverboys in a better part of town.
But, I’m down.
I’m down with the word that I found-
and I’m down with the cook-
and the crook-
and I’m down with the book that I found
face-down-
while I was lookin’ up.
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Ramblin' down the highway
I'm no man of hearth and home
Sometimes I take companions
Sometimes I am alone
I had me a sweetheart
I met in Tennessee
I left her crying by the tracks
of that damned old Southern P
Ramblin' down the highway
I'm no man of wealth and means
I been rich, honey. I been poor, mama.
I've been fat and lean.
I've seen saints and sinners
That line's so hard to draw
I met many honest men
Living outside the law
Ramblin' down the highway
I met my gypsy bride
She was going my way
We were walking side by side
She was dressed in seven veils
The colors of the sky
I could not see her smile
But I could see her evil eye
Ramblin' down the highway
I met the Lord of the Flies
Blood beneath his fingernails
mirrors in his eyes
He said that he could give me
women wine and gold
One hand upon my shoulder
One hand reachin' for my soul
Ramblin' down the highway
I met Jesus Christ
In one hand he held a pistol
In one hand he held a knife
From the gun there grew a flower
Blooming from the bud
That gun was made of silver
And that blade was stained with blood.
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5. |
Walking with the King
05:30
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Well I'm on the golden highway
through a jungle made of fire
My companion is my last hope
My guide is my desire
Staring through the snake eyes
at a vision for to see
I behold a pale horse coming after me
the penitentiary prophesied
the awful trumpet's ring
All them saints are marching in
Walking with the King
Well I'm the dear dosed disciple
Got his blood beneath my tongue
I've been climbing up Jacob's Ladder
reaching for the highest rung
I have seen the temple of the kingdom
in the sky
The coming of the kingdom of the son of man is nigh
I have seen the angel
I have heard her sing
I'm the Saint of Blasphemy when I'm
Walking with the King
Jesus loves me
this I know
For my vision told me so.
Do re mi my fa so low.
Rows to hoe.
Seeds to sew.
Inside the gypsy's teacup
I woke to find the Lord
with bleeding red stigmata
tossing bones across the floor.
He was moving like a mantis
graceful as a prayer.
Forgiving every twisting thorn
falling from his hair.
He told me of my journey.
He told me what to bring.
May you always travel lightly when you're
Walking with the King
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6. |
In Our Time
04:36
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Baby don’t wait any longer
Baby don’t wait any more
Feel my heart, it’s beatin’ stronger
You’re the one it’s beatin’ for
You might say I’m sentimental
A little temperamental too
But you and I ain’t coincidental
And, incidentally, I’m in love with you
I won’t hesitate
No I can hardly wait
I’ll love you body soul and mind
In our time
There ain’t no use in pretendin’
This feelin’ will not fade away
My love for you is neverendin’
I feel it more and more each day
So don’t you play me like a sucka
Don’t you play me like a fool
Don’t you play your pretty-little-miss-hard-to-get
I’m gonna get ya if it’s the last thing that I do.
I won’t hesitate
No I can hardly wait
I’ll love you body soul and mind
In our time
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Mighty Joe Nolan Nashville, Tennessee
Joe Nolan is an intermedia artist based in Nashville, TN. His diverse practice includes photography, multimedia paintings, public radio poetry broadcasts, live performances, musical releases, public projects, and his critical writing about art and film. ... more
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