WORDS FILL MY HEAD

 

The Infidels Sessions

 

Clean-Cut Kid

Jokerman

Julius And Ethel

Sweetheart Like You

First Version

Second Version

Tell Me

Union Sundown

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

 

Clean-Cut Kid

 

Well they're asking me why he couldn't adjust

Adjust to what, a dream that bust?

They took a clean-cut kid

And they made a killer out of him is what they did

 

They say what's up is down, they said what isn't is

They put ideas in his head he thought were his

They took a clean-cut kid

And they made a killer out of him is what they did

 

He was on a baseball team, he was on a marching band

When he was ten years old he had a watermelon stand

They took a clean-cut kid

And they made a killer out of him is what they did

 

He went to church on Sunday, he was a Boy Scout

For his friends he would turn his pockets inside out

They took a clean-cut kid

And they made a killer out of him is what they did

 

They said "Listen boy, you're just a pup"

Sent him to a napalm health spa to shape up

They took a clean-cut kid

And they made a killer out of him is what they did

 

They gave him dope to smoke, they gave him pills for a thrill

They gave him a jeep to drive, they gave him blood to spill

They took a clean-cut kid

And they made a killer out of him is what they did

 

"Hey, Congratulations, you got what it takes"

They sent him back to the rat-race without any brakes

They took a clean-cut kid

And they made a killer out of him is what they did

 

He bought the American dream, but it was all wet

The only game he could play was Russian Roulette

They took a clean-cut kid

And they made a killer out of him is what they did

 

He went to Hollywood to see Peter O'Toole

He stole a Rolls Royce, drove it in a swimming pool

They took a clean-cut kid

And they made a killer out of him is what they did

 

He could've sold insurance, owned a bakery or bar

Could've been an accountant or a tennis star

They took a clean-cut kid

And they made a killer out of him is what they did

 

He's wearing boxing gloves, he took a dive one day

Off the Golden Gate Bridge into China Bay

They took a clean-cut kid

And they made a killer out of him is what they did

 

His mama weeps and cries, his daddy feels betrayed

They gotta sleep together in a bed they never made

They took a clean-cut kid

And they made a killer out of him is what they did

 

[Source: The Telegraph # 18]

 

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Jokerman

 

Standing on the waters casting your bread

While the eyes of the idol with the iron head

Are glowing.

Distant ships sailing into the mist,

You were born with a snake in both of your fists

While a hurricane was blowing.

Freedom just around the corner for you

But with truth so far off, what good will it do?

 

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

 

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky.

You rise up and say goodbye

To no one.

No store bought shirt for you on your back

One of the women must sit in the shack

And sew one.

Shedding off one more layer of skin,

Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

 

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

 

You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,

Manipulator of crowds,

You're a dream twister.

You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah

But what do you care?  Ain't nobody there would want to marry

Your sister.

Scratching the world with a fine tooth comb

You're a king among nations, your a stranger at home.

 

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

 

Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,

The law of the jungle and the sea

Are your only teachers.

No crystal ball do you need on your shelf,

Michelangelo himself

Could've carved out your features.

So drunk standing in the middle of the street

Directing traffic with a small dog at your feet

 

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

 

Well, the preacherman's talking 'bout the deaf and the dumb

And the world to come

It's already been pre-determined

Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,

Molotov cocktails and rocks

Can't drown out his sermon

You let the wicked walk right into a trap

You give away the good things that fall in your lap

 

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

 

It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,

A woman just gave birth to a prince today

And dressed him in scarlet.

He'll turn priest into pimps and make old men bark

Take a woman that could have been Joan of Arc

And turned her into a harlot.

Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants

Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.

 

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,

Bird fly high by the light of the moon,

Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

 

[Isis # 20]

 

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Julius And Ethel

 

Now that they are gone you know the truth it can be told

They were sacrificed lambs in the market place sold

Julius and Ethel, Julius and Ethel

 

Now that they are gone you know the truth it can come out

They were never proven guilty beyond a reasonable doubt

Julius and Ethel, Julius and Ethel

 

The people thought they were guilty at the time

Some even said there hadn't been any crime

Julius and Ethel, Julius and Ethel

 

People look upon this couple with contempt and doubt

But they loved each other right up to the time they checked out

Julius and Ethel, Julius and Ethel

 

Eisenhower was president, Senator Joe was King

Long as you didn't say nothing you could say anything

Julius and Ethel, Julius and Ethel

 

Now some they blamed the system, some they blamed the man

Now that it is over, no one knows how it began

Julius and Ethel, Julius and Ethel

 

Every Kingdom got to fall even the third reich

Man can do what he pleases but not for as long as he like

Julius and Ethel, Julius and Ethel

 

Well they say they gave the secrets of the Atom Bomb away

Like no one else could think of it, it wouldn't be here today

Julius and Ethel, Julius and Ethel

 

Someone says the fifties was the age of great romance

I say that's just a lie, it was when fear had you in a trance

Julius and Ethel, Julius and Ethel

 

[Source: Some Other Kind Of Songs]

 

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Sweetheart Like You

First version

 

Well, the pressure's down, the boss ain't here,

He gone up North, to that light-house beyond the bend.

They say vanity got the best of him

He didn't trust no one on the end.

By the way, that's a cute hat,

And that smile's so hard to resist

But what's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

 

You know I once knew a woman who looked like you,

She wanted a whole man, not just a half.

She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only I child,

You kind of remind me of her when you laugh.

In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,

It's done with the flick of the wrist.

What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

 

You know a woman like you should be at home,

That's where you belong,

Taking care of somebody nice

Who don't know how to do you wrong.

Just how much abuse will you be able to take?

Well, you never tell by that first kiss.

What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

 

You know you can make a name for yourself,

You can hear them tires squeal,

You can be known as the most beautiful woman

Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal.

 

They say that oppression is a cruel tutor

And injustice is a nurse.

You can put your hand in the hand of the man with the nose that can't smell

But you put your confidence in him, and that's worse.

Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you,

They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss.

What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

 

Got to be an important person to be in here, honey

Got to have done some evil deed.

Got to have your own harem when you come in the door,

Got to play your harp until your lips bleed.

 

They say that patriotism is the last refuge,

To which a scoundrel clings.

Steal a little and they throw you in jail,

Steal a lot and they make you a king.

There's only one step down from here, baby.

It's called the land of permanent bliss.

What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

 

[Source: early version from tape]

 

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Second version

 

Well, the pressure's down, the boss ain't here,

He gone up North, for a while.

The very last thing he said was, "See you later"

Ah, he did go out in style.

By the way, that's a cute pat, er, boots

And that smile's so hard to resist

But what, what's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

 

You know con men don't meet strangers,

To them there are none

Within a quarter of an hour

They're on good terms with everyone

In order to deal, got to make the queen disappear,

It's done with the flick of the wrist.

What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

 

You know a woman like you should be at home,

That's where you belong,

Taking care of somebody nice

Who don't know how to do you wrong.

You look to me like a royalty

And there's a thought I can't dismiss

What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

 

You could make a name for yourself,

You could hear them tires squeal,

You could be known as the most beautiful woman

Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal.

 

They say that oppression is a cruel tutor

And injustice is a nurse.

Far between each ???? out

If you only saved it first

It don't matter what the price is,

But of how much it just don't exist

What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

 

You got to be an important person to be in here, honey

Got to have done some evil deed.

Got to have your own harem when you come in the door,

Be able to play your harp until your lips bleed.

 

They say that patriotism is the last refuge,

To which a scoundrel clings.

Steal a little and they throw you in jail,

Steal a lot and they make you a king.

 

There's only one step down from here, baby.

It's called the land of permanent bliss.

What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

 

[Source: early version from tape]

 

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Tell Me

 

Tell me I've got to know

Tell me, tell me before I go

Does that flame still burn, does that fire still glow

Or has it died out and melted like the snow

Tell me, tell me

 

Tell me what are you focused upon

Tell me will I know better when you're gone

Tell me quick with a glance or a sigh

Shall I hold you close or shall I let you go by

Tell me, tell me

 

Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else

Can you feel the heat and the beat of my pulse

Do you have any secrets that will only come out in time

Do you lay in your bed and stare at the stars

Is your man friend someone who's an old acquaintance of our's

Tell me, tell me

 

Tell me do those neon lights blind your eyes

Tell me behind what door your treasure lies

Ever gone broke in a big way

Ever done the opposite of what the experts say

Tell me, tell me

 

Is this some kind of game that you're playing with me

Am I imagining something that ever can't be

Do you have any morals, do you have any point of view

Do you long to ride in that old ship of Zion

What means more to you, a live dog or a dead lion

Tell me, tell me

 

Tell me is my name in your book

Tell me should I come back and take another look

Tell me the truth, tell me no lies

Are you someone anyone prays for or cries

Tell me, tell me

 

[Source: John Roberts]

 

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Union Sundown

 

Well, my shoes they come from Singapore,

My shirt is from Taiwan,

My pants are from Malaysia,

My necktie's from the Amazon.

Saxophone is from the Philippines

My car's a Chevrolet,

It was put together down in Argentina

By a guy makin' thirty cents a day.

 

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

Till greed got in the way.

 

Well, the perfume is from China,

Ear-rings are from Japan.

Belt buckle's from the Himalaya,

The dog collar's from Pakistan

Chain says "Made in Brazil"

Where a woman slaved for sure,

Taking home sixty cents a day to a family of twelve,

A lot of money to her.

 

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

Till greed got in the way.

 

Well, some people complainin' that there is no work.

I say, "Brother, how can that be?

When nothin' you got is U.S.-made?"

It all comes from across the sea.

They call it religious capitalism

Under corporate command

It says, "Nobody gets hired to do anything

That can be done cheaper in some other land"

 

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

Till greed got in the way.

 

Well, the drug dealers are making big profit

Oh yeah, they say times were tough for a while.

When the Russians bomb Las Vegas,

They'll be on a desert isle.

And them big manufacturers aren't starving, though

Their profits are down beyond belief.

Got to have to send them a care package,

Or make it food relief.

 

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

Till greed got in the way.

 

All that steel and aluminum

Venezuela, El Salvador.

Well, the unions are big business,

But they're going out like a dinosaur.

Well, they used to grow food in Kansas,

Now they want to grow it on the moon.

They want to take your home garden away,

That day is coming pretty soon.

 

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

Till greed got in the way.

 

There's a man in a mask in the White House,

Who's got no name or important ties.

Just as long as he understands the shape of things to come,

He can stay there till he dies.

Got to be an invisible man

Not a front man for some diseased cause.

Certainly not a union man, an independent man,

Not a man tied to social laws.

 

Well, it's sundown on the union

And what's made in the U.S.A.

Sure was a good idea

Till greed got in the way.

 

[Source: early version from tape, with help from Anthony Kapolka and John Howells]

 

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When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

 

If you look out across the fields, see me returning.

Smoke is in your eyes, you draw a smile.

>From the fireplace where now my letters to you are burning,

You've had time to think about it for a while.

 

I've walked two hundred miles, now look me over.

It's the end of the chase and the moon is high.

It don't matter who loves who.

Either you'll love me or I'll love you

When the night comes falling from the sky.

 

I can see through your walls and I know you're hurting.

Sorrow covers you up like a cape.

Only yesterday I know that you've been flirting

With disaster that you somehow managed to escape.

 

Well, I can't provide for you no easy answers.

Who are you that I should have to lie?

You know everything, my love.

Down below and up above.

When the night comes falling from the sky.

 

I can hear your trembling heart beat like a river.

And recently you thought you'd seen it all.

But you're disappointed now in those who did not deliver.

But it was you who set yourself up for a fall.

 

I've seen thousands who could have overcome the darkness,

For the love of a lousy buck, I've watched them die.

Stick around, baby, we're not through,

Don't look for me, I'll see you.

When the night comes falling from the sky.

 

In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection.

Luck was with me when I crossed the borderline.

I don't want to be a fool that's starving for affection.

I don't want to drown in someone else's wine.

 

For all eternity I think I will remember

That whirlpool of light that's in your eye.

You will seek me and you'll find

Me in the wasteland of your mind.

When the night comes falling from the sky.

 

Well, I gave to you my heart like buried treasure

But suffering seems to fit you like a glove

I'm so tired of those who use forbidden pleasure

Who think they've got a monopoly on love

 

Well, this time I'm asking for freedom,

Freedom from a world which you deny.

And you'll give it to me now,

I'll take it anyhow.

When the night comes falling from the sky.

 

[Source: early version from tape, with help from John Howells]

 

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This page last updated 17 September 2003.