I like noise, that's why I'm living where I am.I like the noise and confusion of a traffic jam. I like the soundof a jet as it's shakin' my dwellin' I like rain', rampagin' andscreamin' and yellin' sound of a fire engine headed for a fire.Emotions so high they can't get any higher goin' out of controlin and out of hand crowd I like noise and it's gotta be loud.Awfully quiet on the streets yesterday people on the streets hadlittle to say I walked the streets and barely heard a sound itwas awfully quiet on the streets downtown. Sometimes quiet'sokay, sometimes quiet's alright. Given the choice, I like noise,morning, noon, and night. Awfully quiet on the trains last night.People on the trains kept the conversation light. I rode thetrains and barely heard a word quietest train I ever heard. Itwas awfully quiet and I needed some noise. I got on the blowerand called up the boys. I was lonesting so bad I could barelyhack it they came to my house and kicked up a racket they turnedmy place on its ear they boys began to riot it felt so good tohear on a day that was so quiet. I screamed and cheered them onand helped out where I could and when they all were gone I wasfeeling good!
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Checked the clock when I got home and realizedI was alone. I sat for hours by the window wondering where did yago? Couldn't eat or sleep at all, took the pictures off the wall.Paced the place as time moved slow, and I'm wondering where didya go? Where'd ya go? Where'd ya go? I wanna know! Lit acigarette, couldn't smoke. Wound the clock until it broke. Wentto bed, then took a shower and stared at TV for an hour. Did thedishes, made the bed, read a book I've never read. Any minute youwill show and I'm wondering where did ya go? Where'd ya go?Where'd ya go? I wanna know! I opened the fridge, I opened abeer. Played a tape I couldn't hear. Emptiness began to grow andI'm wondering where did ya go? Watched the sun come up from thebackstairs, thought about the last few years. I lose control, Iscreamed, I cried. I punched a pole and went inside. Packed mythings, called a friend. Wished this emptiness would end. Wrote anot then tore it up. Poured the beer into a cup. Sat on thecouch, drank it slow, wondering where did ya go? Realized Icouldn't stay, grabbed y things and went away. Where'd ya go?Where'd ya go? I wanna know!
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Noise, noise, noise from down below. It'scoming from the basement. It' underneath the house now and it'srocking the foundation. It's a noise we love make and for yearswe have been making. While Doctor D, watches TV his house isfucking shaking, he lets us practice in his place. He's got awife with a pretty face. Takes a vacation, owns property, Dr.Dalsimer, Dr.D. In the daytime what's he doin'? Upstairs in theattic he's a savin' lives from ruin and sorting through thestatic. He puts back together, brains? I guess they're broken...and I'm not fucking joking. Nice, nice, nice neighborhood andnice place to raise the kids. They're tough things to obtain butDr. D., he did. Worked hard to take it easy. Worked hard andwasn't lazy. Guitars, drums, tones and saxophones, he must befucking crazy.
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You thought the idea was good, to hang aroundin my neighborhood. Thought it was a good idea you even thoughtit might advance your career. Thought that time was on your side,and you can go home for the ride. Thought you wouldn't go toofar, your thoughts have got you where you are. I never had acrystal ball, and never promised you at all. I never promised youa thing, I never knew what things would bring. It can't hurt, itcan't hurt, not gonna hurt you doll. It hasn't helped, hasn'thelped you at all. You believe that that being where you've beenwas a way that you could walk right in, and you were sure thatgoing where you've gone was a way that you could get up on. Youhad to do what you had to do and you big off more than you couldchew. Open your eyes and look where you're at. Shut your mouthand swallow that.
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To put up with the output I don't think aboutit, hold on and hold out or I'd be left without it. Things betterget better, I gotta get things should get good, but they haven'tyet. While these things keep bringing and bringing me grief, I'vegot that one something that still brings relief. Cowboy coffeeand chemical cream. Ride, ride, ride, on my stallion of green.Midnight shower, sleep in the flowers and dream, hurricane,breakneck speed, rapid fire, dreams. It's not that it's boggin'or cloggin' my head. It's not that I'm swamped, buried under neardead. It's just the daily grind to bring the daily bread. Iwasn't born rich. I'm not good-looking. Instead while thesedailies dillie dallie and I'm daily employed. I've got that dailysomething, that's daily enjoyed.
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Standing on a cliff and I'm not gonna lean.Checked out the water, but it's much too deep. No going back , noturning around. I'll stay here and wait, God hope that I'm found.My thoughts were in knots, I couldn't get to sleep. Went up tothe attic to see what to keep. Threw out the useless and now it'sbone-dry. But I still couldn't die, and couldn't figure out why.The place is packed, I needed that. A bottle cracked, I'm gladfor that. A good night's rest, forget about that I feel alive inthis dive, I'll drink to that. The attic was empty, and my eyeswere shut. I had to do something but I didn't know what. Thedarkness was nice, but it wasn't enough. The clock wasn'tstopping so I had to get tough. Got up and out and found it. Wasraining the car lived then died, but wasn't complaining. Hellbent for action, some had to be out there. I walked then I ranhoping something was somewhere. Before too long it didn't takelong. This place came along and I ended up there.
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357 magnum, 9mm handgun. A-K 47 and an UZImachine gun. You see it on TV, you know it looks cool. All theseactors going around killing, thousands of people. In two or threeminutes it builds up in your head and you say, "yo, I can dothat." Just stand facing a wall, your enemies all aroundyou. You can feel the tension right behind you. 357 magnum, 9mmhandgun. A-K 47 and an UZI machine gun. Everybody's trying totake, take over my spot. People just trying to take, take what Igot. See if I'm strapped,: they can't get to me. Everyone'safraid of each other, you make enemies so easily. Just hangin''on to the corner you get your chains snatched. A couple of timespeople take the shoes off your feet. You feel like you've got toarm yourself, to protect yourself. What do you do if someone'spackin'? What the hell can one man do? What do you do if he'scrackin'? Hope he can't shoot straight? 357 magnum, 9mm handgun.A-K 47 and an UZI machine gun.
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When he left, he showed up at my door differentthan he was before. I was scared ,and he was way off track. Ithought he wasn't coming back. He told me people were after himand talked of places he'd never been. On a mission, and sworn tosecrecy, different than he used to be. Back, back, and we're gladhe's back, on track! It's good to have him back, he's back, back,back, and we're glad he's back, on track! It's good to have himback, he's back. When he was gone, he slept out on my couch. Inthe daytime he was always out. I never knew where he went or howhis afternoons were spent. He said he had to slay a dragon, killa giant, fix a wagon. Wage a war, feed the world, and stamp outsin. In the day time he was never in. I'm a freight train baby,don't give me no side track, no! I want your main line baby!Climb aboard the Eden express. This train is coming through! Thistrain is bound for glory! When he left, he showed up at my doordifferent than he was before. I was geared 'cause he was back ontrack. It's good to have my old friend back.
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Polk-a-dots just don't go. Pointy shoes hurt mytoes. Paisley makes me nauseous. When I'm down with plaid, becautious. Fucked up with stripes, I just don't feel right whenI'm chill with Joe late at night. Money, cars, more money, no!Won't make me leave my plaid at home. Time spent in Hawaiianshirts, some mistakes were even worse. Like acid washed or skinnyties. Wraparound sunglasses on my eyes. Now plaid is the color ofmy soul. So I wear it, from head to the toe. Breakin''microphones for the crowd, I'm bad in plaid and I'm plaid and I'mproud.
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They came to Boston on their vacation. Theycame, they saw, they annoyed me. They saw it all what! FaneuilHall! It's best if they just avoid me. Rented a car to see thesights, they found the Huh confusing. Looked for the Swan Boatsin Mattapan. Well, I find this real amusing. I was here beforethey came, I'll be here long after. Don't want to share, but itseems clear that I'm gonna have to. They cam to Boston for aneducation. Live in the dorms, join a frat. Jam my bars and subwaycars. now, what the fuck is that? Spend year one having fun andcausing aggravation. Spending daddy's cash on a toga bash, whenthe hell's graduation? I was here before they came, I'll be herelong after. Don't want to swear, but it seems clear that I'mgonna have to.
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