(intro) And the Blues fall down on the street where I live Like the soot and the sleet and the snow And it gathers in shadows And the dips and dark narrows And out in the rag-tattered road

(verse 1)
Brother can you lend me a dollar,
He friend can you spot me a five?
My cheques’ not due
For another week or two,
I’ll pay you back for sure this time

Well, you sure can’t get drunk on a dollar,
And you sure can’t get tight on a five,
But you can ride a rocket
And take it down town,
and watch all those pretty lights shine

Neck Deep in the Blues
Neck Deep in the Blues

(verse 2)
Man can you show me to the station
Sir can you point out the train?
I’ve been walking in circles
For hours and hours
And I seem to have lost my way.

Well, nobody’s waitin’ at the Station
There’s no one to meet on the train
But if I find the right track,
I just might get myself back
To the place from which i came.

Neck Deep in the Blues
Neck Deep in the Blues

1. I’ve seen things go down around here that oughtta be remembered And I know folks who deserve more than to simply fade away But the price of life all down around here is too much all together; Everything we do is trashed into the coming yesterdays.

(Chorus)
And it leaves me Brooklyn Blue,
And it leaves me Brooklyn Blue.
It tears me through and through.
But there’s nothing I can do,
And it leaves me Brooklyn Blue.

2.
They don’t think much of my kind when you get into the city,
But she’s got a way of seeing these things through.
She acts real tough when she comes around but, brother, she don’t fool me
The way she talks, it might seem strange to you,

But she leaves me… (Chorus)

Hey Ho Hombre Poco Spinin’ Spanish Creole And singing Bayou Gris Gris In the summer Steamin’ Hot; Keep your wide eyes open When I come by a’callin’ ‘Cause tonight we gonna cake-walk through the town that care forgot!

Steppin’ Out under the Moon
Down on the Fountainbleau
Madam Marie and the Baron and Me
We goin’ Steppin’ out under the Moon

Looka dat Fancy Yankee
Struttin’ on down BurGUNdy
Come a ‘by my house, and drink my wine,
and then presume to judge me
But the breadth of me is bigger
Then all souls put together
And you heap hot coals up on yo’ head
when you speak ill about me.

And Disiples of Desire
Sing Sacred songs of pleasure
As rev’lers stray into the light
and into the dark ag’in; (dark aw-gin)
And the fate of flesh and bone
And the Fortune of the Soul
Wanders undecided through the
streets of New Orleans
(NOO awLINS)

Intro Hey there Nicholetta Darlin’, lately I’ve been thinkin’ And for one single time I wish you’d just shut up and listen

Verse
Once I would have died for you
I would have stood to fight for you
Or served my living heart up on a platter
But these days all I feel for you
Is grief for how I fell for you
And I won’t be your Hero, Nicholetta
No, I won’t be your Hero, Nicholetta

Bridge
And if I stay to be your man
and soldier through the bombs
What will you do to me, my dear,
once you get what you want?

Verse
Oh, I won’t ride the great white horse
And I won’t run the jagged course
and I won’t bust my ass to make things better
And I won’t turn the other cheek when
You bight and scratch and bitch at me
And I won’t be your hero Nicholetta,
No, I won’t be your hero Nicholetta.

Solo section
And I won’t be your hero Nicholetta,
No, I won’t be your hero Nicholetta.

Bridge
And isn’t just a shame, my dear
When youre up against the wall
And everything you want
You never wanted after all

Verse
And I don’t care if you don’t approve
Of how I feel or what I do,
And I sure as hell won’t be your Great Defender
Risk your life for some ideal
Then they treat you like a criminal;
So I won’t be your hero, Nicholetta
No, I won’t be your hero, Nicholetta

Intro St. Annie out on the front stoop Warm summer night all alone Eyes closed and knees tucked under her chin Just a’listn’n to the radio.

Chorus 1
Have you seen St. Annie?
St. Annies’ got a brand new man
And he don’t treat her better than any of the others,
But she digs him just the same

Chorus 2
She was the undiscovered wonder
She was the marvel of our times
Tip your hat to the light fantastic
As you go tripping by.

Verse
Annie as a gold-gilt Magaline,
And I was her devotee
She was sex and sin to a thousand men
But she was liberty to me

Bridge
And the last time I seen her
She was crouched up against a wall
Franticly tearing through a little black purse
Like the world was gonna crumble and fall
Crumble and fall

Hey now, hush now, Mamma can you hear me now? Verse 1 I don’t wanna go home I don’t wanna be sittin’ by my window In my bedroom all alone I wanna run like the wind and lightnin’ In the streets all on our own Rent my room And dust my broom ‘Cause, I don’t wanna go home.

Bridge
And Oh! My!
You should have seen us dancin’,
We was
Alright!
You should have seen us go.

Verse 2
I don’t wanna slow down
I wanna put a million miles between me And this sad town
I wanna split the night wide open With a wedge of steel and chrome
Tell ‘em please
To forget about me ‘Cause,
I don’t wanna go home.

Hey now, hush now,
Mamma can you hear me now? I don’t wanna go Home…
Hey now, hush now,
Mamma can you hear me now?
I don’t wanna go Home…
Hey now, hush now,
Hey.

1. I hear the music when I’m walkin’ in the street I hear the sound of a sweet melody And a single voice can start a revolution I still believe in the song And I do believe the time has come

(Chorus)
Hey!
Raise your Hands up High!

2.
I hear the sound of people aching to be free.
I see the power in the numbers on the street.
And justice is a song that starts a revolution.
And I still believe in that song.
And I do believe it won’t take long.

3.
I hear a voice that’s doubtful, I hear another one that is afraid
Measuring the gains against the things they take away
But you can’t tell me that all of than money
Is better then a better word
Oh, No! I still believe in the song!
And I still believe the time has come!

Don’t it just break your heart? Oh, Don’t it just tear you apart? To think this land of Plenty Is a place so full of Pain Well, don’t it just break your heart?

One trip into Storyville
And I never was the same And I say…

Don’t it just break your heart?
Oh, Don’t it just tear you apart?
To think this land of Plenty
Is a place so full of Pain
Well, don’t it just break your heart?

1.
Woman on the Rampart
Speaks in Haitian Patois
And sings a Blue Note Liturgy in Santeria Voodoo
Of spazm bands in Jackson And visions in the Absinthe,
Of sin laid out on the Esplanade all tarted up in ju ju.

One shot from the Brass Band
And I never was the same And I say…

(chorus)

2. Joy and Easy Malice Is measured out in balance and it’s thick like honey suckle hangin’ heavy in the air They cling to Duelling Oak trees And spill like sloppy whiskey And splatters on the street and the cracks in Congo Square

One shot from the Brass Band
And I never was the same

And I say…

I used to watch her from my bedroom window Comin’ on strong with that “honey, come on,” Easy Breezin’ in the street below Sending out a song up to ev’ry mother’s son,

I was just a kid when I first got the fever
Climbin’ the walls, and pacing the floor
Dreamed someday I’d disappear alltogether
In the velvet smooth of a great Ever-more

chorus
When I make my move, It’s gonna be alright
Outta that door and into the night

Into the sweet sweet night.
Into the sweet sweet night.

So it is the summer’s come around again
And I swear this time I won’t be left behind
I won’t let her down like all those other men;
I’m gonna stand out of line, I’m gonna take whats’ mine

Put on something cool and put on something sexy
Do yourself up right tonight, cause we be goin’ steppin’
The street is fine and the wind is soft and easy
Destiny is calling me and we won’t keep her waitin’

Can’t you hear, my heart a poundin’
And can’t you feel the drag of circumstance
And can’t you hear the sweet night sounding?
And can’t you see? The kids just want to dance.

In the slouch of a wee crooked street, Is a door to a dog-eared saloon, Where a girl is lit up by the moon, (My Lord,) And a song won’t let memories sleep.

There’s a gourmet rhythm maestro
Frying bacon on a piccolo snare
With some bee-bop Baudelaire, (My Lord,)
And a gut-strut contra-basso

(Chorus:)
And it seems I have lost my way, Oh, Lord:
It seems I have lost my way.
And the wolf would bid me to take up the moon,
If I could get back there again.

2.
Where the music is lovely and sad
Where the cadence is slip’ry and sweet
Like sex in the sweltering heat, (my Lord,)
Where couples slink slow to the jazz.

They grind and the sweat and they steam
And let themselves sink into pleasure
and smolder where others are smothered, (my Lord,)
And dance that the timid might dream.

(Chorus)

Her finger-tips snake up my sleeve
Her cherry lips brush up my ear.
As she says what I wanted to hear, (My Lord,)
What I wanted so much to believe.

“Aint it true that a wolf can’t be blamed
For craving the raw taste of flesh?
And are we too much different than this, (My Lord,)
When hunger and desire feel all the same?”

(Chorus)

I ran to look for a phone.
I found one down by the station
Don’t waste my dime on explanations, (Lord,)
I just told them, I ain’t never comin’ home.