The Shot Of Love Outtakes
Alternate Special Rider version
The Groom's Still Waiting At The
Altar
She was
from Haiti, bowed down at the table,
And then I
took over the Lord
At the show
in Miami, in the theater of divine company.
Talkin'
'bout Jesus, talked about the rain,
She told me
about the vision, told me about the pain
That has
risen from the essence and the dividing of memory.
Is she a
child or a woman? I really can't say,
Something
about her said "Trust me" anyway,
As the
years turned to minutes and the minutes turned back into hours.
What about
you, playin' as a pawn?
It
certainly was possible as the gay night wore on,
But victory
was mine, and I held it with the help of God's power.
And that
Caribbean wind still blows from Trinidad to Mexico,
The circle
of light and the furnace of desire.
And them
distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing
everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
Shadows
move closer as we touched on the floor,
Prodigal
Son sitting next to the door,
Preaching
resistance, waiting for the night to arrive.
He was well
connected, but her heart was a a snare
Cause she
had left him to die in there,
But I knew
he could get out while he still was alive.
Stars on my
balcony, buzz in my head,
Slayin' Bob
Dylan in my bed,
Street band
playin' "Nearer My God To Thee"
She never
did see me where the mission bells ring,
She said
"I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing"
You can do
about it, so you might as well agree to agree"
And that
Caribbean wind blows hard from the Valley Coast into my backyard,
Drivin' all
your love to the furnace of desire.
And them
distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing
everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
Atlantic
City by the cruel sea,
I hear a
voice cryin' "Daddy" I always think it's for me,
But it's
only the silence in the buttermilk hall that call,
Bearin' new
messages, bringing evil reports
Of rioting
armies and time that is short,
And
earthquakes and train wrecks and death-threats written on walls.
Would I
have married her? I don't know I suppose,
She had
bells in her braids and they hung to her toes.
The curtain
was rising and, like they say, the ship will sail at dawn.
And I felt
it come over me, some kind of glow,
My voice
said "Come on with me girl, I got plenty of room"
But I know
I'd be lyin', and besides she had already gone.
And that
Caribbean wind still howls from Tokyo to the British Isles,
We never
walked in to that furnace of desire.
And them
distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing
everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
[Source: The Telegraph # 1, lyrics as performed 12
November 1980 at the Fox Warfield Theatre in San Fransisco, California]
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She was
from Haiti, fair brown and intense.
She was a
friend of both busboys and presidents.
I was
playing a show in Miami, in the Theater of Divine Comedy.
I told her
about Jesus, I told her about the rain,
She told me
about division, she told me about the pain
That had
arisen from the ashes and abided in her memory.
Was she a
child or a woman? I really can't say,
There was something
about her, she trusted me anyway,
As the
judge and the jury were meeting with the man of the hour.
It looked
like I was sleeping and they thought that I was,
But I was
paying attention, like a rattlesnake does,
When he
hears footsteps trampling on the flowers.
And that
Caribbean wind still blows from Mexico to Ciracauo,
>From
Chinatown to the furnace of desire.
And them
distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing
everything that's dear to me nearer to the fire.
Shadows
move closer as we touched on the floor,
Prodigal
Son sitting next to the door,
Preaching
resistance, and waiting for the night to arrive.
He was well
connected, but his heart was a a snare
As she left
him to die in there,
But I knew
he could get out while he was still alive.
Stars on my
balcony buzzing my head,
Door knob
turning, heat in my bed.
Street band
playin' "Nearer My God To Thee"
We met in
secret where the mission bells ring,
She said
"I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
You can do
about it, so you might as well agree to agree"
And that
Caribbean wind still blows from Mexico to Ciracauo,
From
Chinatown to the furnace of desire.
And them
distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing
everything that's dear to me nearer to the fire.
Atlantic
City by the cruel sea,
I hear a
voice calling "Daddy", I always think it's for me,
But it's
only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call,
Every new
messenger brings his evil report
About
rioting armies and time that is short,
And train
wrecks and earthquakes and hate words written on walls.
Would I
have married her? I don't know I suppose,
She had
bells in her braids and fire in her clothes.
The curtain
was rising and, like they was saying, the ship would sail at dawn.
Then I felt
it come over me, some kind of gloom,
I was going
to say "Come home with me girl, I got plenty of room"
But I knew
I'd be lyin', and besides she'd already gone.
And them
Caribbean winds still howl from Borneo to the British Isles,
From
Chinatown to the furnace of desire.
And those
distant ships of liberty on iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing
everything that's dear to me nearer to the fire.
[Source: John Roberts]
She was
well rehearsed, fair brown and blonde,
She had
friends who were bus boys and friends in the Pentagon,
Playing a
show in Miami, in the Theatre of Divine Comedy.
Talking to
shadows where the stop in the rain,
I could
tell she was still feeling the pain,
Pain of
rejection, pain of infidelity.
Was she a
child or a woman, I can‟t say which,
One to
another she could easily switch,
Couples
were dancing and I lost track of the hours.
He was well
prepared, I knew he was,
Paying
attention like a rattlesnake does,
When he‟s
hearing footsteps trampling over his flowers.
And the
Caribbean winds still blow, from Nassau to Mexico,
From the
circle of ice to the furnace of desire.
And them
distant ships of liberty, on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing
everything that‟s near to me, nearer to the fire.
She looked
into my soul through the clothes that I wore,
She said
„we got a mutual friend standing at the door,
And you
know he‟s got our best interests in mind‟.
He was well
connected, but her heart was a snare,
And she had
left him to die in there,
He had two
payments due, and he was a little behind.
Well I
slept in a hotel, where flies buzz my head,
Ceiling fan
was broken, there was heat in my bed,
Street band
playing „Nearer My God to Thee‟.
We met in
secret, where we drank from a spring,
She said „I
know what you‟re thinking, but there ain‟t a thing,
We can do
about it, so we might as well let it be‟.
And the
Caribbean winds still blow, from Nassau to Mexico,
From the
circle of ice to the furnace of desire.
And them
distant ships of liberty, on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing
everything that‟s near to me, nearer to the fire.
Atlantic
City, two years to the day,
I hear her
voice crying „daddy‟, and I look that way,
But it‟s
only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call.
Every new
messenger bringing evil report,
„bout
rioting armies and time that is short,
And
earthquakes and train wrecks and heat words scribbled on wall.
Would I
have married her? I don‟t know I suppose,
She had
bells in her braids, and they hung to her toes,
But I heard
my name and destiny say to be moving on.
Then I felt
it come over me, some kind of gloom,
But I say,
„Come home with me girl, I got plenty of room‟,
But I knew
I‟d be lying and besides she had already gone.
And them
mirror being winds still blow, from Nassau to Mexico,
Circle of
ice to the furnace of desire.
And them
building ships of liberty, on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing
everything that‟s near to me, nearer to the fire.
[Source: Paul Robert
Thomas: Caribbean Wind]
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There is a
city of gold
Far from
the rat race
Eat's at
you're soul
Far from
the confusion
And these bars
that hold
There is a
city of gold
There is a
country of light
Raised up
in glory
Angels wear
white
Never know
darkness
Never know
night
There is a
country of light
There is a
city of love
Far from
this world
And the
stuff dreams are made of
Beyond the
sunset
Stars high
above
There is a
city of love
There is a
city of hope
Don't need
no doctor
Don't need
no dope
I'm ready
and willing
Throw down
a rope
There is a
city of hope
There is a
city of gold
Far from
this madness
And the
bars that hold
Peace for
your spirit
Rest for
your soul
There is a
city of gold
[Source: Some Other Kind Of Songs]
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Prayin' in
the ghetto, face in the cement,
Heard the
last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent,
Felt around
for the light switch, became so nauseated.
Just me and
an overworked dancer, between walls that are really deteriorated.
Oh, set my
affections on things above,
Let nothing
stand in the way of that love,
Not even
the Rock of Gibraltar!
Well, if
you see her on Phantom Street,
Tell her I
still think she's neat,
And that
the groom's still waiting at the altar.
Highwaymen
and hitmen, pushin', hellraisin', and robbery,
Mistakin'
your shyness for aloofness, your silence for snobbery.
I never did
get the message, I don't even know when one was sent to me,
About the
madness of becoming what one was never meant to be.
Oh, set my
affections on things above,
Let nothing
stand in the way of that love,
Not even
the Rock of Gibraltar!
Well, if
you see her on Phantom Street,
Tell her I
still think she's neat,
And that
the groom's still waiting at the altar.
Well, what
can I say about Claudette, that wouldn't come back home to haunt me.
Finally had
to give her up, about the time she began to want me.
God has
mercy on them who are slandered and humiliated.
I'd have
done anything for that woman, if she'd only made me feel obligated.
Oh, set my
affections on things above,
Let nothing
stand in the way of that love,
Not even
the Rock of Gibraltar!
Well, if
you see her on Phantom Street,
Tell her I
still think she's neat,
And that
the groom's still waiting at the altar.
Locked into
a time-zone, with a high-degree temperature,
Fools
counting their money, wise men standing around like furniture.
There's a
wall between you and what you want, you gotta leap it.
Tonight you
got the power to take it, tomorrow you won't have the power to keep it.
Oh, set my
affections on things above,
Let nothing
stand in the way of that love,
Not even
the Rock of Gibraltar!
Well, if
you see her on Phantom Street,
Tell her I
still think she's neat,
And that
the groom's still waiting at the altar.
Looked for
the answer, found a solution,
Too rich
for my blood and I needed a transfusion.
Don't know
what I say about Claudette, she could be in the mountains or the prairies,
She could
be respectably married, or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires.
Oh, set my
affections on things above,
Let nothing
stand in the way of that love,
Not even
the Rock of Gibraltar!
Well, if
you see her on Phantom Street,
Tell her I
still think she's neat,
And that
the groom's still waiting at the altar.
[Source: The Telegraph # 6, lyrics as performed 16
November 1980 at the Fox Warfield Theatre in San Fransisco, California]
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It's been
raining in my mouth all day,
Dripping
down to me clothes,
My patience
is wearing thin, got a fire inside my nose.
Searching
for the truth the way God designed it,
The truth
is I might drown before I find it.
Well I need
a woman, yes I do
Need a
woman, yes I do.
Someone who
can see me as I am,
Give me the
kind of love that don't have to be condemned
And I want
you to be that woman every night,
Be that
woman, treat me right
I've had my
eyes on you baby for about five long years,
You
probably don't know me at all,
But I have
seen your laughter and I have seen your tears.
Now you
don't frighten me, I ain't no defendant
And you
look like it wouldn't hurt you none
To have a
man of understanding
Well I need
a woman, oh don't I
Need a
woman, bring it home safe at last.
I've seen
you standing on the corner,
Seen you
sitting down in the park
Been
watching you in the sunshine,
Walking
with you in the dark.
And I want
you to be that woman, treat me right
Be that
woman every night.
Well, if
you believe in something long enough
You just
naturally come to think it's true.
There ain't
no wall you can't cross over,
Ain't no
fire you can't walk through.
Well,
believing is all right,
Just don't let
the wrong people know what it's all about.
They might
put the evil eye on you,
Use their
hidden powers to try to turn you out.
Well I need
a woman, just to be my queen.
Need a
woman, black, white, yellow, brown or green
Riding out
with me at midnight Like two Spanish desperados
Gazing down
upon the futile world in her Cadillac Eldorado
We will
penetrate the storm in search of truth that has not been tested
But she
better bring along her checkbook just in case we get arrested
And I want
you to be that woman, treat me right
Be that
woman every night
[Source: The Telegraph # 19]
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There's a
thief on the cross his chances are slim
There's a
thief on the cross I wanna talk to him
Well
everybody's been diverted
Everybody's
looking the other way
Everybody's
attention is divided
Well they
may not afford to wait
There's a
thief on the cross his chances are slim
There's a
thief on the cross I wanna talk to him
Wanna ask
him 'bout his mother
Wanna ask him
'bout his ways
Wanna ask
him 'bout to talk to himself
If it's
time it didn't go too well
There's a
thief on the cross his chances are slim
There's a
thief on the cross I wanna talk to him
Well,
everybody's not too excited
Don't be
too surprised
Head for
the town and you can see it well
And it's
rising in his eyes
There's a
thief on the cross his chances are slim
There's a
thief on the cross I wanna talk to him
Now there's
winning, ruling and readin'
Everybody
goes sinning by the rules
There's a
secret to excite you
Whether
Iran or Mexico
There's a
thief on the cross his chances are slim
There's a
thief on the cross I wanna talk to him
[Source: Some Other Kind Of Songs]
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Love that's
pure hopes all things,
Believes
all things, won't pull no strings,
Won't sneak
up into your room, tall, dark and handsome,
Capture
your soul and hold it for ransom.
You don't
want a love that's pure
You wanna
drown love
You want a
watered-down love
Love that's
pure, it don't make no false claims,
Intercedes
for you 'stead of casting you blame,
Will not
deceive you or lead you into transgression,
Won't write
it up and make you sign a false confession.
You don't
want a love that's pure
You wanna
drown love
You want a
watered-down love
Love that's
pure won't lead you astray,
Won't hold
you back, won't get in your way,
Won't
pervert you, corrupt you with foolish wishes,
Won't make
you envious, won't make you suspicious.
You don't
want a love that's pure
You wanna
drown love
You want a
watered-down love
Love that's
pure ain't no accident,
It knows
that it knows, is always content,
An eternal
flame, quietly burning,
Never needs
to be proud, loud or restlessly yearning.
You don't
want a love that's pure
You wanna
drown love
You want a
watered-down love
Love that's
pure is not what you teach me
I got to go
where it can reach me
I got to
flee towards patience and meekness
You
miscalculate me, mistake my kindness for weakness.
You don't
want a love that's pure
You wanna
drown love
You want a
watered-down love
[Source: full version from rough mix with extra verse]
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