BOYS FOR PELE - 1996
Tracks
IN THE SPRINGTIME OF HIS VOODOO
1 ~ BEAUTY QUEEN/HORSES
I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on
2 ~ BLOOD ROSES
3 ~ FATHER LUCIFER
Father Lucifer you never looked so sane
4 ~ PROFESSIONAL WIDOW
5 ~ MR ZEBRA
6 ~ MARIANNE
7 ~ CAUGHT A LITE SNEEZE
8 ~ MUHAMMAD MY FRIEND
9 ~ HEY JUPITER
No one's picking up the phone
10 ~ WAY DOWN
Maybe I'm the afterglow
11 ~ LITTLE AMSTERDAM
Little Amsterdam, in a southern town
12 ~ TALULA
Talula was released again remixed on the soundtrack of Twister, and some versions of this CD
the Tornado version appears. It is the intros that differ. The beginning lyrics to the Tornado version follow the beginning to the original, and are BOLD.
Congratulate you, said you had a double tongue
13 ~ NOT THE RED BARON
Not the Red Baron
14 ~ AGENT ORANGE
~ The best interp. I have ~
15 ~ DOUGHNUT SONG
Hand me a trick and a kick and your message
16 ~ IN THE SPRINGTIME OF HIS VOODOO
~Approximate ad-lib lyrics~
She's a beauty queen
My sweet bean bag in the street
Take it
Down out to the laundry scene
Don't know why she's in my hand
Can't figure what it is
But I lie again
They say that your demons can't go there
So I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on
As long as your army keeps perfectly still
And maybe I'll find me
A sailor, a tailor
And maybe together we'll make mother well
So I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on
As long as your army keeps perfectly still
You showed me the meadows and milkwood and silkwood
And you would if I would
But you never would
So I chased down your posies
Your pansies in my hosies
Then opened my hands and they were empty then
Off with superfly sniffing a Sharpie pen
Honey it's Bill and Ben
Off with superfly counting your bees
Oh me honey like one two three
The camera is rolling
It's easy like one two three
And if there is a way to find you, I will find you
But will you find me if Neil makes me
A tree, an afro, a pharoah
I can't go, you said so
But threads that are golden don't break easily
So I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on
As long as your army keeps perfectly still
Keeps perfectly still
Keeps perfectly still...
Blood roses, blood roses back on the street now
Can't forget the things you never said
On days like these gets me thinking
When chickens get a taste of your meat
Chickens get a taste of your meat
You gave him your blood and your warm little diamond
He likes killing you after you're dead
You think I'm a queer
I think you're a queer
I think you're a queer
Said I think you're a queer
And I shaved every place where you been boy
I shaved every place where you been
God knows I know I've thrown away those graces
The belle of New Orleans tried to show me once how to tango
Wrapped around your feet
Wrapped around like good little roses
Blood roses, blood roses back on the street now
Now you've cut out the flute from the throat of the loon
At least when you cry now he can't even hear you
When chickens get a taste of your meat
Come on, come on, come on.....
When he sucks you deep
Sometimes you're nothing but meat
Father Lucifer you never looked so sane
You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain
Tell me that you're still in love with that milkmaid
How's the lizzies
How's your Jesus Christ been hanging
Nothing's gonna stop me from floating
Nothing's gonna stop me from floating
He says he reckons I'm a watercolour stain
He says I run and then I run from him again
He didn't see me watching from the aeroplane
He wiped a tear and then he threw away our appleseed
Nothing's gonna stop me from floating
Everyday's my wedding day
Though baby's still in his comatose state
I'll dye my own easter eggs, don't go yet
And Beenie lost the sunset but that's okay
Does Joe bring flowers to Marilyn's grave
And girls that eat pizza and never gain weight
You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain
Tell me that you're still in love with that milkmaid
How's the lizzies
How's your Jesus Christ been hanging
Slag pit, stag shit
Honey bring it close to my lips yes
Don't blow those brains yet
We gotta be big boy, we gotta be big
Starfucker, just like my daddy
Starfucker, just like my daddy
Just like my daddy, selling his baby
Just like my daddy
Gonna strike a deal, make him feel like a congressman
It runs in the family
Rest your shoulders, peaches and cream
Everywhere a Judas as far as you can see
Beautiful angel, calling
"We got every re-run of Muhammed Ali"
Prism perfect
Honey bring it close to your lips yes
What is a termed a landslide of principle proportion boy
It better be big boy
Starfucker, just like my daddy
Starfucker, just like my daddy
Just like my daddy, selling his baby
Just like my daddy
Gonna strike a deal, make him feel like a congressman
It runs in the family
Mother Mary, china white
Brown may be sweeter
She will supply....
Give me peace, love and a hard cock
Hello Mr Zebra, can I have your sweater
Cause it's cold cold cold in my hole hole hole
Ratatouille Strychnine
Sometimes she's a friend of mine
With a gigantic whirlpool that will blow your mind
Hello Mr Zebra, ran into some confusion
With a Mrs Crocodile
Furry mussels marching on
She thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm
Or a civilized syllabub to blow your mind
Figure it out
She's a goodtime fella
She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny's rights
Figure it out
She's a goodtime fella
Too bad the burial was premature, she said, and smiled
Tuna, rubber, a little blubber in my igloo, yes
And I knew you pigtails and all
Girls when they fall
And they said Marianne killed herself
And I said, not a chance... Not a chance
Don't you love the girls, ladies, babes, old bags
Who say she was so pretty
Why why why did she crawl down in the old deep ravine
C'mon pigtails, girls, and all those sailors
Get your bags and hold down
Won't you just hold down
Cause Ed is watching my every sound
I said, they're watching my every sound
The weasel squeaks faster than a seven day week
I said Timmy and that purple monkey are all down
At Bobby's house, making themselves
Pesters and lesters and jesters and my traitors of kind
And I'm just having thoughts of Marianne
She could outrun the fastest slug, she could
And I'm just having thoughts of Marianne
Marianne, quickest girl in the frying pan
Caught a lite sneeze
Caught a lite breeze
Caught a lightweight lightening seed
Boys on my left side
Boys on my right side
Boys in the middle and you're not here
I need a big loan from the girl zone
CHORUS
Building, tumbling down
Didn't know our love was so small
Couldn't stand at all
Mr St John, just bring your son
The spire is hot and my cells can't feed
You've still got that belle dragging your foots yes
I'm hiding it well sister Ernestine
But I still got that belle dragging my foots, yes
CHORUS
Right on time, you get closer and closer
Call my name, there's no way in
Use that fame, rent your wife and kids today
And maybe she will
I said maybe she will
Caught a lite sneeze
Dreamed a little dream
Made my own pretty hate machine
Boys on my left side
Boys on my right side
Boys in the middle and you're not here
Boys in their dresses and you're not here
I need a big loan from the girl zone
CHORUS
Muhammad my friend, it's time to tell the world
We both know it was a girl
Back in Bethlehem
And on that fateful day when she was crucified
She wore Shiseido Red and we drank tea by her side
Sweet
Used to be so sweet to me
Muhammad my friend, I'm getting very scared
Teach me how to love my brothers who don't know the law
And what about the deal on the flying trapeeze
Got a peanut butter hand
But honey do drop in at the Dew Drop Inn
Sweet
Between the boys and the bees
And Moses I know
I know you've seen the fire
But you've never seen fire until you've seen Pele blow
And I've never seen light, but I sure have seen gold
And Gladys save a place for me on your grapevine
'Til I get my own TV show
Ashre, ashre, ashre, ashre
And if I lose my cracker jacks at the tidal wave
I got a place in the Pope's rubber robe
I said Muhammad my friend, it's time to tell the world
We both know it was a girl back in Bethlehem...
Guess it's me and me
And this little masochist is ready to confess
All the things that I never thought that she could feel and
CHORUS
Hey Jupiter, nothing's been the same
So are you gay? Are you blue?
Thought we both could use a friend to run to
And I thought you wouldn't have to be
With me something new
Sometimes I breathe you in
And I know you know
And sometimes you take a swim
Found your writing on my wall
And if my heart's soaking wet
Boy your boots can leave a mess
CHORUS
And I thought I wouldn't have to keep with you
Hiding
Thought I knew myself so well
All the dolls I had
I took my leather off the shelf
Your apocalypse was fab for the girl
Who couldn't choose between the shower or the bath
And I thought I wouldn't have to be with you
A magazine
No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's clear he's gone
And this little masochist is lifting up her dress
Guess I thought I could never feel the things I feel
CHORUS
Hey Jupiter, nothing's been the same
So are you safe, now we're through
Thought we both could use a friend to run to
Hey Jupiter
Cause I'm with a band you know
Don't you hear the laughter on the way down
Yes I am the anchorman, dining here
With Son of Sam
A hair too much to chat of on the way down
Gonna meet a great big star
Gonna drive his great big car
Gonna have it all here on the way down
The way down, the way down
The way down she knows (let's go)
The way down, the way down
The way down, she knows....
Hominy, get it on the plate girls
Momma keep your head down
Momma it wasn't my bullet
CHORUS
Don't take me back to the range
Back to the range
I'm just coming out of the cell in my brain and
Don't take me back to the range
Back to the range
Girls you've got to know these days which side you're on
Momma got shit; she loved a brown man
Then she built a bridge in the sherif's bed
She'd do anything to save her man
You see, her olives are cold pressed
And her best friend is a sun dress
But Momma it wasn't my bullet
CHORUS
[Improv: (approx.)
Hey got a girl in the city
Hey got a room and a place for two
Got a gun and bullet said
Boy you are my 5th avenue]
Round and a round and a round I go
Round and a round this time for keeps
Father only you can save my soul
And playing that organ must count for something
Girls you've got to know these days....
Little Amsterdam shut down today
They buried her with a butterbean bouquet
And the sheriff now can't ride away,
Like he said, into the sunset
And I won't say he should'na paid
But Momma it wasn't my bullet
Balancing cake and bread
Say goodbye to a glitter girl
He's chasing tornadoes, I'm just waiting calmly
Chasing her... hey........
Talula, talula, you don't want to lose her
She must be worth losing if it is worth something
Talula, talula she's brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose, your little Fig Newton
Say goodbye, oh my baby, gotta go
Say goodbye, oh my baby, to the old world
**The say goodbye part is cut from the Tornado mix**
Ran into the henchman that severed Anne Boleyn
He did it right quickly, a merciful man
She said 1 + 1 is 2 but Henry said that it was 3
So it was, here I am
(In background:
Maybe I'm a happy girl
Maybe I'm a honeydew
Maybe it's a bad job
Maybe it's what you are)
Talula, talula I don't want to lose it
It must be worth losing if it is worth something
Talula, talula she's brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose, your little Fig Newton
And Jamaica, do you know, do you know what I have done
Mary M. weaving on, said what you want is in the blood senators
What you want is in the blood senators
I got Big Bird on a fishing line
With a bit of a shout, a bit of a shout
A bit of an angry snout
He's my favourite hooker of the whole bunch
And I know about his only bride and
How the Russians die on the ice
I got my rape hat on honey but I always could accessorize
And I never cared too much for the money
But I know right now honey
That it's in God's hands
Oh, but I don't know who the Father is
Talula, talula, I don't want to lose him
He must be worth losing if it is worth something
Talula, talula he's brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose, your little Fig Newton
Not Charlie Brown
Think I got the message figured
Another pilot down
And are the devils with halos in beautiful capes
Taking them down into the flames
Not Judy G
Not Jean, Jean with a hallowed heart
I see that screen go down in the flames
With every step, with every beautiful heel pointed
Not the Red Baron I'm sure
Not Charlie's wonderful dog
Not anyone I really know
Just another pilot down
Maybe I'll just sing him a last little sound
Many there know some girls with red ribbons
The prettiest red ribbons
Got to tell you what I heard from Agent Orange
Mr Suntan, Mr Happy Man
Mr "I know the girls on all the world tours"
Mr Agent, yes, he's my favourite
And they don't understand
He's got palm oil fans
Yes he's down and there and everywhere
He's getting an A to Z
Their underwater city where she swims and swims
Well you'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole
Then thought that I could decipher your message
There's no one here dear, no one at all
CHORUS
And if I'm wasting all your time, this time
Maybe you never learned to take
And if I'm hanging on to your shade
I guess I'm way beyond the pale
And southern men can grow cold
Can grow pertty
Blood can be pertty like a delicate man
Copper to steel to a hinge that is faltered
That lets you in lets you in lets you in
(Underlying lyrics:
You can't tell me it's over, over
You can't tell me over your shoulder
You can't tell me it's over
Come in, Houston
CHORUS
Something's just keeping you numb
You told me last night you were a sun now
With your very own devoted satellite
Happy for you and I am sure that I hate you
Two sons too many
Too many able fires
You've been wasting all my time this time
Said you never learned to take
And if I'm hanging on to your shade
Guess I'm way beyond the pale
Guess I'm way beyond the pale
Hand me a trick and a kick and your message
You'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole
Hey, yes, hey, play yes
Hey you, sweet sweet to my loo
Hey hey, yeah
Hey sexy wind string you
You, you keep walking boy yes
Hey sweet, well, well let me watch you
Walk down
Just keep on letting me watch you........
Standin on a corner in Winslow Arizona
And I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song
2 girls, 65, got a piece tied up in the backseat
"Honey we're recovering Christians"
In the springtime of his voodoo
He was going to show me spring
And right there for a minute
I knew you so well
Got an angry snatch, girls you know what I mean
When swivelin that hip doesn't do the trick
Me pureed sanitarily
Mr Sulu warp speed, warp speed, warp speed
In the springtime of his voodoo
Every road leads back to my door
Every road I will follow
Every road leads back to my door
Got all your crosses loaded
(And right there for a minute
I knew you so well)
And I know she's not that foxy boys
I said I know she's not that foxy but
You gotta owe something sometimes
You gotta owe when you're your momma's sunshine
You've got to give something sometimes
When you're the sweetest cherry in an apple pie
I need some voodoo on these prunes
In the springtime of his voodoo
He was going to show me spring