Grand Central station, wheels and it deals The crowds rush and scramble Round past the new stands and out across the floors And I did some singin', and
Translation: Steve Forbert. Grand Central Station, March 18, 1977.
Toi qui parle de nouvelles libertes Fier de l'argent que ton pere t'a laisse Tu cracheras ta haine sur nous pauvres manuels En repandant nos ghettos
I'll walk with God from this day on His helping hand, I'll lean upon This is my prayer, my humble plea May the Lord be ever with me There is no death
I can walk into the sea And I can choke away the memories Do I have to stay alive Just to keep our dresses white You've come to me in dreams With all
Great Horsey Champer Goldbraid Pranced proudly In the garden villas With the Sun Dipped diving with his horned onyx saddle Shining in the black aped
It's not the gifts, wrapped in fancy paper It's not the lights upon the tree There's nothing in all the world I need When I have you here beside me, here
[PART ONE] Kickin' stones down by the gypsy shacks Along the wrong side of the tracks Steppin' over all the cracks Cross my fingers too Wishing on
What do you see when you look at me? Ten dollar words and philosophies How would you choose to define me Cares for others or just cares what others think
(a one...two three four.) Someone's got to keep it on going, Just as long as they're folks who haven't heard. So you can count on me, 'cause he's showing
high. We're marching to Zion, beautiful, beautiful Zion; We're marching upward to Zion; the beautiful city of God We're marching to Zion, beautiful, beautiful Zion; We're marching
The sun woke me up real early It's a beautiful morn 'Cause I'm going down To the river to be reborn Now me and Jesus Did some heavy talking last night
Shippin? off to the country Where the tales are tall You'll come back with a story Or ya won't come back at all Tom-tom rumors are pounding Rustling
the fear and know the cost Sometimes you have to buy the fear to know the cost And when I come marching home When I come marching home When johnny comes marching
The beauty marks The famous names The pub fills up Outside, it rains The knee-high boots The smoky eyes Nobody knows They're none the wise The city'
Please hold on while the train is moving Oh well, you better hold tight 'cause it's really moving And though it's night, it's hot And the fingertips know
Well, I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell And returned with a fist full of dollars And Evel Knievel, like Virgil Was a gentleman as well as
Frank zappa (guitar) Lowell george (guitar) Roy estrada (bass, vocals) Don preston (keyboards, electronics) Buzz gardner (trumpet) Ian underwood (alto