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1. |
No Code Blue (Live)
04:19
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Clinging to a slender thread
You're half alive, you're nearly dead
There was something in the doctor's eyes that said he knew
That you were no code blue
No pretty story book romances
Extenuating circumstances
Won't get you any second chances, you're through
You're no code blue
Terminal--that's a losing race
Terminal--hopeless, hopeless case
Terminal--what you gonna do
When they turn around and tag you with a "no code blue"?
Hand me down a pair of pliers
Go pull the plugs, go cut the wires
Extinguish those internal fires, 'cause you
You're no code blue
Your life's insured for fifty grand
Give a dance, but pay the band
The time has come to play the hand you drew
A no code blue
Terminal--down at the end of the road
Terminal--neural overload
Terminal--tell me true
Did you not ever think that you would be a "no code blue"?
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2. |
Mary (Live)
04:33
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Losing it all is nothing
Everything rides on a roll
Everybody's gotta have something
Makes them feel like they're in control
There's a turn of phrase from bygone days
What's not in the pocket is wasted
It's describing what you're imbibing
The best you ever tasted
Choosing again is easy
Telling the truth, forget it
Your friend says he says what he means
But he regrets that he ever said it
Then outrage kicks in like original sin
It burns like coals at nighttime
You hit the street, wild horse for feet
Shoot holes into the skyline
Oh Mary, put your clothes back on
Pick your robes up off the floor
You just don't know what goes on
When you close that
When you close that door
You got rocked in your cradle
They'll pile rocks upon your grave
And in between, the wait
Will make you wish you could behave
It's dark and cold outside, the gold
Is slipping through your fingers
Day after day you pay and pray
But still, the hunger lingers
Oh Mary, put your clothes back on
Pick your robes up off the floor
You just don't know what goes on
When you close that
When you close that door
Speaking your mind is one thing
Reading your lines is another
No use going out hunting
When you oughtta be running for cover
You're so old, so tired, so uninspired
You'd give up what you're given
Some coming day you'll stop and say
"Hey man, that was living, really living, living, living..."
Oh Mary, put your clothes back on
Pick your robes up off the floor
You just don't know what goes on
When you close that
When you close that door
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3. |
Sincerely Yours (Live)
03:36
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Everything astray, amiss
What's where, and where is this
How on Earth can such things be
Like these and those, and you and me
Sounds like thunder, looks like rain
And me without my shoes on
It's the same damn sad old hat refrain
Each time I turn the news on
Talk about your senseless waste
Your time of troubles all in my face
Far away across the country
All these images that now confront me
An almost pretty burning city
Firelight in the evening
It's a tinsel town of kindling pity
That's taken such a beating
Sincerely yours
Watch out all you residents
Here comes your president
I wonder what he'll do or say
Whoops--too late, now he's flown away
Guess he couldn't stand to look at
Smoking hulks of twisted steel
He's gonna find someone to throw the book at
La-la's losing her appeal
Sincerely yours
Sincerely yours
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4. |
Science (Live)
02:32
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Molecules and miracles
Science marches on
The world is made a better place
The endless race is run
We take the steps of giants
With government compliance
We are exploring science
Our people all are smiling
We're barely satisfied
They cannot live without us
They have not even tried
When every new appliance
Increases their reliance
We are exploring science
We will build a cooling tower
In your neighborhood
If you want electric power
Better not talk back if you know what's for your own good
We'll do what's best for you and yours
But if we hear dissent
We'll march you off by twos and fours
And won't say where you went
In interest of our clients
Who stand for defiance
We are exploring science
We will build a cooling tower
In your neighborhood
If you want electric power
Better not talk back if you know what's for your own--
We are the new frontiersmen
We are the pioneers
Who humbly bow our heads to you acknowledging your cheers
The future lies before us
The cosmos can't ignore us
We're scientist explorers
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5. |
Do You Know (Live)
02:46
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Do you know you're uninformed?
Do you know?
Do you know you're in uniform?
Do you? No
There's a shortage in the land of plenty
There's a mortgage where there wasn't any
Where were few now there are far too many
Where were two now there are more than twenty
Do you know you've been denied?
Do you?
Do you ever wonder why?
Do you? No, no, no
Throw me in a debtor's prison
Repossess my television
Christ has died and costs have risen
How'm I supposed to get religion?
Here's to death and
Here's to taxes and
Here's to nine saved by a stitch
Whet the knives and
Grind the axes
It's an open season on the witch
Do you know you're unaware?
Do you?
Do you know? Do you care?
Do you? I don't think so
There's a shortage in the land of plenty
There's a mortgage where there wasn't any
Where were few now there are far too many
Where were two now there are more than twenty
Do you know, do you
Do you know, do you
Do you know, do you
Do you know, do you
No
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6. |
Dream Vacation (Live)
03:36
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Just a minute of siren silence
Is that too much to ask, you think?
In a summer of random violence
Drowning kittens just to watch them sink
It's real, on TV
Happens every day
Raw deal, too heavy
Gonna crawl in bed to stay
Camping out
7th Street station
Casting doubt
On your dream vacation
Red running down a rusty razor
In a garret on Great Jones Street
We're only coming here to bury, not to praise her
Live life, so short, not sweet
It's sad, well maybe
It was rotten while you lived
Too bad, 'cause baby
You're forgetting to forgive
Camping out
7th Street station
Casting doubt
On your dream vacation
Camping out
7th Street station
Casting doubt
On your dream vacation
Just a minute of siren silence
Is that too much to ask, you think?
In a summer of random violence
Drowning kittens just to watch them sink
It's real, on TV
Happens every day
Raw deal, too heavy
Gonna crawl in bed to stay
Camping out
7th Street station
Casting doubt
On your dream vacation
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7. |
Not Enough (Live)
04:17
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This is too much
This is not enough
This is the end of the line
We're close together
And far apart
We can't succeed for the trying
I am desperate
You were beautiful
Really something to see
I'm ingredients
You're a catalyst
You're doing something to me
It's much too late
It's not yet time
We're not on schedule at all
The party's over
No, it's just begun
We're thinking bigger than small
I am desperate
You were beautiful
Really something to see
I'm ingredients
You're a catalyst
You're doing something to me
This is the life
This is sudden death
I want to end it and how
Holy smoke
This is no joke
So what are you laughing at now
And another thing
What's the other thing?
I had it on the tip of my tongue
I remember now
I was thinking how good it would be if we were young
This is too much
This is not enough
This is the end of the line
We're close together
And far apart
We can't succeed for the
We can't succeed for the
We can't succeed for the
We can't succeed for the
Trying
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8. |
Jolly Roger (Live)
02:45
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Jolly Roger stuck with needles and pins
Wears his badge as he waves and grins
Recognized through the world at large
The captain of his own garbage barge
Long hair, cigarillo, naked lady tattoo
Sails on his junk with nothing to lose
Good buddy Billy who used to be a dodger
Now thinks the world of our old Jolly Rodger
Got nothing to say
But like, he's feeling okay
And there's no hard feelings, no hard feelings
"Furl 'em faster," he screams at the crew
He's a real bastard, one gone dude
His first mate lies dead in the water
He made a slave out of his baby daughter
Got nothing to say
But like, he's feeling okay
And there's no hard feelings, no hard feelings
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9. |
Walking Wounded (Live)
03:58
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Too many tears, so much said
About the dear departed dead
What about the walking wounded?
Something should be done and soon
Did you never notice how they look at you?
How in the middle of a crowd they pass right through
And even though they say "please" and "thanks so much"
They still shrink away at the slightest tough
And the shadows cast by the light of the moon
Have hidden the walking wounded
They're the ones who get hurt and can't hurt back
The ones who fall down in the face of attack
They clutch the earth, crying "Oh my God,
Don't let me die" and goodbye, kiss the sod
But when the smoke clears and the gunshots cease
They're astonished to find that they're still in one piece
So they pick themselves up, try try again
Try to get back where they were back when
But something's changed and all too soon
They're one with the walking wounded
The walking wounded know no joy
All love is gradually destroyed
They got troubles enough just staying alive
They're the ones who get fired at 55
For no good reason that they can tell
'Cept for "well, things just ain't been going so swell"
And after half a lifetime spent as slaves
The penny-pinching saver saves
And the piper, paid, just plays his tune
The waltz of the walking wounded
Too many, too many, too many, too many
Too many, too many, too many, too many
Too many tears
So much said
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10. |
Be Careful (Live)
02:49
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Be careful
When you enter a low room
Be careful
Don't head into a big boom
Don't take chances when you don't know the dangers
Don't talk to animals, don't feed the strangers
Don't play with fire, leave that for forest rangers
Be careful
Caution
Someone's trying to catch you
No motion
Stand as still as a statue
If you stand stock-still and quietly pray
Don't make a move and maybe they'll go away
Murder's sure to hurt ya, that's why I say
Be careful
Hold on to my heart, I don't wanna fall apart
Don't drop me
I was having fun, you took your loving gun
And shot me
Not in God, in you I trust
Treat me like an eggshell, I don't wanna bust
Watch your wallet, watch your step
Better watch your back, they're gonna ruin your rep
If you're not careful
Hold on to my heart, I don't wanna fall apart
Don't drop me
I was having fun, you took your loving gun
And shot me
Not in God, in you I trust
Treat me like an eggshell, I don't wanna bust
Watch your wallet, watch your step
Better watch your back, they're gonna ruin your rep
If you're not careful
When you enter a low room
Be careful, be careful, don't head into a big boom
Don't take chances when you don't know the dangers
Don't talk to animals, don't feed the strangers
Don't play with fire, leave that for forest rangers
Be careful
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Bob's Ghost plays rock from the literal underground; their material was written back in the 1980s and 90s by Bob Riedel, the best DIY punk bard you've never heard of. After Bob's death in 2012, Bob's Ghost arose to ensure his music wouldn't die with him. With Bob's hauntingly creative lyrics & a high-energy style all their own, Bob's Ghost aims to reinspire the spirit of CBGB in the heart of NYC. ... more
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