Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 1) Tokyo (And The Band Played) The moon (hook) hung like a shadow on a rung over Shanghai The soldier boys (firemen) were returning home screaming Banzai And the kids are still playing their games (And the reindeeers played games) Getting hustled and rustled out in the rain (And got hurt in the rain) As I sat inside listening to the broadcast Oh save my soul sweet rock 'n' roll (Now blow me down, Tokyo) Cause I'm sinkin' fast And then the band played, out of nowhere, it was alright Well now the legendary chaplin of the fightin' 51st Was gettin' ready to go I said: "Padre, do you know a cheap virgin who likes to tango ?" He said "You can try Linda Lee (Rosalie), around the corner and across the sea Oh word is out, word is out she's fast " Oh blow me down now Linda (bust me down now Rosie) Cause I'm sinkin' fast Yes and them cats are sure gettin' fat down in the train yard And the Sandman brings 'em dreams to ship out in boxcars The union says hold, break out the dice, (and) break the gold It's lunchtime at last And old Big (Stage) Mama said : "George Raft's tonight on the late show" She sits straddlin' a kitchen chair, really gung-ho She shivers with chills, wet with her slot-card thrills Hypnotically lost in the glass And we all sigh with the sunrise (And the sun rises and we all sigh) And we watch the credits pass And the little blue dot went away And then the morning cloak fell down like a hoax over Sleepytown Them garbage truck vigilantes were out making their last rounds The inheritor he sipped his beer and poked fun at the queer And the bell rings A horn blows And he's outside pumpin' gas But things were moving so slow tonight So the kid goes back inside the station And turns on his radio To his local AM station And the band played, on the radio, it was alright Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 2) ARABIAN NIGHTS Shrieks of Sheikhs as they run across the movie screen A thousand sand-dune soldiers led by an Arabian Queen And the harem girls move like fancy (Clancy's) dancers In my dirty dreams And I wake up on the floor clutching the bed-lamp And Mama comes in, she screams "Hey you been out with that tramp again last night You know that silver-sequined Arab black bitch The one that Mama don't like ?" But Mama she sings me moontime melodies With this great Top 40 hook She shrugs her shoulders, she don't care Papa just stares and says "Mary, look the girl's alright The girl's alright" And there's a tenseness in the air He turns and says Don't you know, can't you feel it "Tell me son, what's the word ?" Because there's something hanging there 'Cos you know he can't hear it Pull back the mist and reveal it But don't go near it And even if you fear waht you near It's criticised as too absurd Don't conceal it Even the animals fear it 'Cos if what Mama feels is too real Papa says "Fetch me my flashlight, son" She just claims she don't feel it And she stumbles out the front door So come out from behind your bunkers 'Cos the lift-off's been a bust Oh Papa's Gone and Mama's dead And buried in my rocket dust You're alone now for the first time Don't worry, 'cos that's all right All fear will complete;y disappear Come the Arabian Night Well the soundman smiles and turns the dials To set the meter readin' rising He pulls the singer's voice from out of his pocket To see if the audience likes it Oh and in the very first row sits sweet Jenny Rue With a bell on her shoe and she wants him to make it He flicks a switch but Jenny moves too fast And the audience sways to the sound of her shotgun blast The manager comes running out from behind stage and says Check the band's arms for bullet holes Make that man roll up his sleeves" The drummer shoots himself with cyanide And then asks to be relieved And me, I say "Well, it's too crazy in here Which is the stage door out, I gotta get up tomorrow morning for work" And the promotor says "Man, once you're in they all lead out What's the matter man, ain't you heard ? There's a war going on on the outside And I'm paying you to sing like a bird So get in and get tough or get up and get out Because things aren't too tight" I said "Don't worry, man, everything's gonna loosen up Come the Arabian Night" Come the Arabian Night So I get back in my bed But outside my window I hear another gang fight It's Duke and the boys against the Devil's best man And both sides have drawn their knives And Duke he's a well-known knife-fighter And with one quick jab he brings the Devil down He smiles 'cos he knows there's a high bounty on Devils In any God-fearin' town Well they say Duke sold the Devil to some priest in Pennsylvania To exhibit on his altar Christmas Night But the Devil's eyes they still burn red with fire As long as Duke walks upright And he swears there's a going to be a showdown Come sundown on the Arabian Night Oh on the Arabian Night Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 3) BISHOP DANCE Bishop danced with a thumbscrew woman Did a double-quick backflip and slid across the floor The Catholic traffic flowed freely 'cross the river And Fiddlestick fiddled quick out the front door Oh baby dumpling, Mama's in the back tree If the bough breaks, Mama might fall Little sad and only, baby don't be lonely Mama knows 'rithmetic, knows how to take a fall Mama knows 'rithmetic, knows how to take a fall And the kids are crying "Flapjacks, make 'em fat" early in the morning Little Jack, grab your hat, hear the breakfast call Mukrat, bad old cat, kick him in the fire-place There's someone in the kitchen blowin' Dinah on their horn There's someone in the kitchen blowin' Dinah like they're born Well Maverick Daddy got a one-night bride She glides like a monkey-mule kickin' on the backslide Over hill, over hill, Daddy don't you spill now Papa's got a switch-stick, he's pumpin' little Bill Papa's got a switch-stick, he's pumpin' little Bill And Billy he's crying: "Tomahwak, Tomahwak, Daddy'd better duck out The Mohwaks, the Mohawks, they're still out there in the woods Minotak, Okenak, running through my dreams now With fire on the fingertips and indian's screams Fire on the fingertips and feathers made of moonbeams" Well early in the morning the cannonneer cries I seen the sailor's warning in the western skies Oh mountain man if you can, cut me down a fir tree With branches full of candlesticks for baby and me And my darling cries, she said "Honey, the weather vane, lately, it's been pointin' the way to heaven" Scatterbrains, Scatterbrains, watch out where you fall Champagne, champagne, a round for all the old choir boys They're bustin' off the altar chasin' Dinah through the hall They're bustin' off the altar chasin' Dinah through the hall And like kids they're crying "Flapjacks, make 'em fat" early in the morning Little Jack, grab your hat, hear the breakfast call Mukrat, bad old cat, kick him in the fire-place There's someone in the kitchen blowin' Dinah on their horn There's someone in the kitchen blowin' Dinah like they're born Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 4) COWBOYS OF THE SEA They ride beneath the waves at twenty thousand leagues On stallions stitched to seaweed strands, so smiling, so smiling They herd the fishes of the deep, they ride for you and me They ranch the rich and the sunken soil at the bottom of the sea. And in the dead of night alive and sleep I hear them calling me Them deep sea desperados, the midnight maelstrom freaks The cowboys of the sea On wings of sleep I pierce the deep and ride like a hurricane In midnight still I paid my bill and I turned my back on the land With the help of old paint that seaweed nag it's just Jesse James and me We ride the depths and ride the banks at the bottom of the sea. Oh and with a seaman's grip on navigation with some fired hired hands We ride out to confront the nation and lend a cowboy's hand We do the dolphins dance duet, my mermaid maid and me Then I ride into the blue sunset at the bottom of the sea And with a seaman's grip on submarining and some aqualung outlaws Our guns are made of solid dreaming and bullets from a broken cause. Oh and with hand held high to touch the sky a good Texas Ranger I'll be But sometimes I feel like a lone stranger, 'midst the cowboys of the sea Oh and man above he cannot make love, he must rape his mother the sea And because of his greed we're a vanishing breed We cowboys of the sea Songs To Orphans (Part 1, 5) HENRY BOY They broke your toys this morning, Henry Rode your board right into dust Surrounded you with strangers who you could not trust And then they had the gall To write your name up on the girl's room wall And send you out to Maria Who spoke of babies and all And wanted to shoot your joy It's hard world when you're the new kid in town Ain't it, Henry Boy Well the North Side is for diamond-studded women Subtly selling their wares And the West Side is for debutantes And would-be millionaires Oh the East Side is for lost boys Who know their moves too well The South Side is for gamblers, Henry The train stops once for Hell It's a hard world when they're forcing you To live your life out on Broadway But Henry I'm sure you're gonna like it well The constellation she points out to Gate Eleven That's where you got your connection Let me take a look inside my magic book I don't think you're beyond inventions Oh these doctor's appendages I'm giving you for wings I'm sure it'll meet the occasion I'm gonna mix you some magic, you'll be spittin" sparks Oh and the Milky Way's a trip for dippers They saw ya coming a mile away In the amusement park you'll get clipped by rippers Hiding behind candy 'cades In the alleyway you'll get ripped by strippers All who know your name In the stalls sit the soldier-boy kissers Oh leave for just one day And Henry couldn't take it He's gonna be a submariner Riding underground for the Pope Gonna stand on the corner of Broadway And scream "Up 'scope !" Songs To Orphans (Part 1, 6) HEY SANTA ANA >From a tin rooftop the little boy did watch The procession down through town Through the museum where Daniel walked the Devil With them boys from the underground Where the giants of science fight for tight control Over the wild kids in North Mexico Sam Houston's still in Texas fighting for his soul And the towns rest so uneasy under the strains of revolt Crying, Hey Santa Ana, you could romance the dumb into talking Take a chance with me, Contessa If it don't work out, I ain't lame, I'm good at walking Now some folks they can't can't just take it To the streets of this dusty little town But Sam easy can and he lays the money down Then the cats come in from the Canyon and strut their stuff in town But there's only secret sinners here Lord, there's only secret thieves Only a fool would try to save What the desert chose to leave And I said, Hey, hey lady With your negroes in their Spanish bandanas French cream ain't gonna soften her boots And French kisses ain't gonna break her heart Now painted night set free with light Glows outside the Rainbow Saloon I match embraces with a Spanish lady 'neath a graduation moon No more colleges no more coronations Some punk's idea of a teenage nation Has forced Santa Ana to change his station from soldier to cartoon And the giants of science spend their days and nights Not with wives, not with lovers, but searching for the lights That they spotted in the desert on their helicopter flights But they were lost in the dust and the night They cried, Hey Santa Ana In his juke joint rides he always brings candy for the kids Waltz with me tonight senorita 'Cos only fools are alone in a night like this Songs To Orphans (Part 1, 7) JAZZ MUSICIAN Well it's Saturday night in New Jersey And you're feeling kinda wet Now the summer heat is getting you worried So you try to look as innocent as you can as you sweat And you've got a woman on the other side of the law But is ain't cool to see her yet Because her ex-old man's city cop Who thinks he's auditioning for Dragnet So you stand on the corner looking kinda torn And in the Blue Light Lounge Where death was born The Jazz Musician blows his horn You pop a letter to your baby in Richmond 'Cause you're feeling kinda down She's kinda small but at least she's a rich one Oh, and she needs you real bad And sometimes that's all that counts You had a teenage band and flying hands And oh, you was pretty big, you were pretty big in the South But you passed out on stage and flew into a rage And someone tried to revive you mouth to mouth You felt a pain in your chest As you passed the crown And in the Blue Light Lounge The lights went down And the audience slipped silently out of town Well now the atheist he burns you for laughing out loud Because he can't understand what you're saying And the word's out when they pushed him in the hole Everybody knows that he went out praying Oh, now the park is dark and the sidewalks bright And alive with the light of the living Oh and mama can I walk you home tonight 'Cause it's a big, bad city I'm stranded in the jungle First stage witness at a company killing I'm clutching my high school diploma, shuffling my feet Promised sixty bucks a week And guaranteed top billing Well you can live a life of love in New York Only if you don't, if you don't love living And I met this taxi driver who drives me around town Telling tales of his back seat women And on the corner there's no room to move 'Cause everybody's trying so hard to groove And in the Blue Light Lounge The Jazz Musician plays his blues Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 8) MARIE Marie, she comes to me in the twillight When the cold wind blows down across the river So cold, the fishermen cry She rapes me in a rage of rainbow violence Till my bare nerves they sing Like the strings of a violin And the room seeps into a savage silence Soaked in colours, red as blood, blue as night And Marie, she skins me alive Carves her initials in my side Lures me with her purrs And cuts me with her knife And the horses pound like thunder They bolt like lightning on her range She feels she's going under And zeros in the rein She's so strange Well, Marie, you know, she's the queen of all the stallions And I'm her prince of mules And one of her principal fools Marie, she's got the claws of a falcon And she's perched on my shoulder And slowly digging in But she, oh she can be so strange sometimes Like at night [....] Or when the neighbours come to dine Marie, she skins me alive Burns her initials in my hide And then leaves me all alone Branded to the bone And my heart pounds like her horses Oh, stampeding on the ranch Marie knows all the sources And she shoots me with her pain And for her, I take it, Lord, down in my veins And I watch her dance like some berserk fairy All across the concrete prairies of Bleeker Street Marie she can be so strange But she's the only lonely cowgirl on my range (ranch ?) Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 9) NO NEED She's a broken-winged angel Refugee from things her mama knew And she's done everything the Bible said not to do Well I don't know if she believes in Jesus The good book, or even Satan you see I'm just trying to get her to believe in me Oh 'cause when I see her face No matter where I am I'm in the right place And the girls I left behind Oh they never satisfied me, it's so true But baby, baby, you do She's the bells of Eight Street High society's midnight vamp Oh she's my queen and I'm her tramp Yes she's a free falling flyer And she flows whichever way that the wind blows And she's the only woman I ever knew Who could teach me more about me, bind me in chains And still let me be free My heart swells up inside Starts beating like I'm gonna die And my body breakes in pain As she falls down on me like the rain It's only her and my songs that keep me from going insane And I guess I'm one of those people Who measure love in pain You see, I've never had too much personal succes And to me there's nothing sweeter Than a teardrop of rain I just love that feeling of sadness Oh it worries me so [...] She's my West Side angel She looks so funky in her Hollywood wing And she knows how I stumble when I talk So she says: "Don't talk, babe, just sing" And I have seen her body in candle glow In the deep heart of the night When you finally let loose of everything Oh and she loves me like such a good woman And still, oh, she's a sweet young thing And I know this might sound crazy or just the words of a young fool But I swear I'd be on the floor If she ever walked out the door I swear I'd wish that she would shoot me first And I know that sounds insane but sometimes I believe it's true And that's what scares me the worst 'Cause I dance for her Take any chance for her And I play for her Lord God knows I play for her And I need for her And I bleed for her Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 10) SEASIDE BAR SONG Well Billy bought a Chevy '40 Coupe Deluxe Chrome wheels, stick shift Give her gas, pop the clutch Little girls on the corner Like a diamond they shine Someday Billy I'm gonna make 'em all mine Hey girl you wanna ride in Daddy's Cadilac 'Cause I love the way your long hair falls down your back Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley's at the seaside bar We'll run barefoot in the sand, listen to his guitar You say your mama's gonna meet you when the morning comes And your papa's gonna beat you 'cause he knows you're out on the run I'm gonna live a life of love and tonight you're the one The highway is alive tonight So baby do not be frightened There's something 'bout a pretty girl on a sweet summer night That gets this boy excited The radio man finally understands and plays you something you can move to You lay back easy [...] Your girls leans over and says "Daddy, can you turn that radio up any louder ?" Ah, the juke joint's hummin' Everybody came down Little Willy and his Soul Boom Puttin' all that stuff down Well don't let that daylight steal your soul Get in your wheels and roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll Mama's gonna meet you when the morning comes And your daddy's gonna beat you 'cause he knows you're out on the run But I don't care I'm gonna live and laugh and love while the night's still young Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 11) SHE'S LEAVING She's leaving, She's leaving Everybody knows She's leaving, She's leaving And I feel like such a fool She left me standing here just two feet tall I just don't know how she could do it In front of our friends and all She had better things to do and bigger plans I thought we could make it with just us two But I guess we can't 'Cause she can't And I'm only one man But I love her It's winter Suddenly it's winter And I feel so cold inside It's different It could have been so different If only she didn't feel that need to lie What's the matter girl Didn't you think I was that strong That you couldn't tell me What was going on... Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 12) SONG FOR THE ORPHANS The multitude assembled and tried to make the noise Them blank blind poet generals and restless loud white boys But times grew thin and the axis was left somehow incomplete Where instead of child lions They found ageing junkie sheep How many wasted have I seen, signed Hollywood or bust Oh left to ride those ever ghostly Arizona gusts Oh cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps Sounding helpless in the void High society vamps and ex-heavyweight champs Mistaking soot for soil So break me now big mama As Old Faithful breaks the day Believe me my good Linda Let the Aurora shine the way The Confederacy she's in my name now And the hounds are held at bay Oh the axis needs a stronger arm Do you feel your muscles play The doorstep blanket weaver, Madonna pushes bells From house to house I see her giving last kisses and wishing well To every gypsy, mystic and all-star hero That the kids might find a place Who've been lost to true fathers and mothers On their time travels deep in space Now the sons return for fathers But the fathers are all gone The lost souls search for saviours But saviours don't last long Those aimless questless renegade brats Who live their lives in songs They run the length of a candle And in a goodnight whisper and a puff are gone So break me now big mama As Old Faithful breaks the day Believe me my good Linda Help is on the way The Confederacy she's in my name now And the hounds are held at bay Oh the axis needs a stronger arm I can feel your muscles play The Misions are filled with hermits looking for a friend The terraces are filled with cat-men looking for a way in And orphans abandoned on silver mountains Or junked in celestial alleyways Wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses 'Cause he takes in all the strays He told me:"Don't grow on empty legends or lonely cradle songs 'Cause Billy The Kid was just a Bowery boy Who made a living twirling his guns" And the night she'll be long and lanky And she'll speak in a Mother tongue And then he lullabied the refugees With an amplifier's hum So break me now big mama As Old Faithful breaks the day Believe me my good Linda Help is on the way The Confederacy she's in my name now And the hounds are held at bay Oh the axis needs a stronger arm Do you feel your muscles play Do you feel your muscles play Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 13) SOUTHERN SON Born on the Hudson, twenty-two years gone Bred and raised in the City From my daddy's knee I learned the Union songs But Grandma sang lullabies of Dixie And though the Northern winter fill my heart with joy It's a Southern sun that shines down On this Yankee boy Mama dreamed of Paris nights And boatin' on the Seine She said, we're gonna make it there too Soon as Papa comes home again And she'd speak to me in broken French Dressed like a painting of Lautrec's In the night she'd clutch me to her breast And say, we'll make it out of here yet And though the Parisienne women Strut so fine down the Eiffel mall It's a Southern one I sing my songs for Well with a local bunch of do-good boys And an old man from the West We crossed the land in a caravan Yes we travelled with the best With circus acts and vaudeville hacks And a Mississippi Delta Queen She told me the news and sold me her blues In an alley in New Orleans And though the Western plains are still stained With the blood of great cowboys It's a Southern sun That shines down on this Yankee boy Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 14) STREET QUEEN She got high class She rides around in a cut down Chevy machine With eyes of (certified) plate glass And legs like a limousine She comes stocked with sass And to ride her you'd better be mean She's the baddest thing this town's ever seen Street Queen Well she got a turbine angine mama, with maximum thrust Cadillac hips, she's the best on the strip She knows how to use a clutch She comes on shiny and black And, boys, to hit her you'd better be tough Oh she's the slickest thing that (this town's) I've ever seen Street Queen And you can always tell, ah mama, when she's (in town) around You can hear that engine roarin' She says "Come on, get in Hey baby you wanna go for a ride ?" And oh she sets your mind soarin' And the boys they jump back As that engine unwinds And I'm glued to my seat, mama As I watch that speedometer climb Oh, she moves so fast she's almost obscene Street Queen Well if you're gonna come streakin' down my street, baby Like an angel with them Chevy wings If you're gonna come streakin' down my street, baby Like an angel with them Chevy wings Well you better watch out, Street Queen 'Cause you're messin' with the King Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 15) THE WORD Well you flash your tongue like diamonds You tied me to your wildcat schemes And you forced me into a power dive And left your mark on my jeans And I hear the word on your soldiers And I hear the word on Jesus too I heard the word on the country But I never heard the word on you Your love was like a machine gun I wore your bugle in my belt And I was your kid glove lover All the cards were yours You always dealt And I stood before your soapbox Noiseless and shoeless Playing my pantry boy's games You had your hands raised up to the sky Shouting Oh Sunday deity Oh Big Daddy Longlegs Come down and bless your sister please You were shoutin' orders about the construction Going on down the highway You were namin' names, blamin' blames And you blamed me You wore your heart like a challenge Far and apart for anyone who came Open and wide like the river With rocks on both sides to keep the water tame But I heard the word on your high tides And I felt the pain when I tried To rip your flood gates wide And pull your body on over to my side Where we both could hide But you heard about the freedom ride And you heard about the Highway Crew Who could cut the light a little bit faster than you So you left me just your shoes And I hear the word on Jesus And I hear the word on his marching troop And I hear the word on the country But I never heard the word on you Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 16) THUNDERCRACK Well her brains they rattle and her bones they shake Oh she`s an angel from the Inner Lake Her brains they rattle and her bones they shake Oh she`s an angel from the Iner Lake Don`t dance with her Henry don`t you dance with her Jake Oh she's an angel from the Inner Lake She gives me more loving than a poor man can take Oh she`s an angel from the Inner Lake Thundercrack, baby`s back This time she`ll tell me how she really feels And bring me down to her lightning shack You can watch my partner reeling She moves up, she moves back Out on the floor there ain't no one cleaner She does this thing she calls the Jump Back Jack She's got the heart of a ballerina Straight from the Bronx, hung off the line She slips, she slides, she slops, she bops, she bumps, she grinds Even the old dancehall hacks from the West side of the tracks Move in close to catch her timing She moves up and then she moves back Out on the floor there ain't no one cleaner She does this thing she calls the Jump Back Jack She's got the heart of a ballerina She ain`t no little girl, she ain`t got no curls her hair ain`t brown and her eyes ain't either Round and round and round and round and round and round and round Round and round and round and round and round and round and round My heart's wood, she`s a carpenter She's an angel in the night, what she does is alright Dance with me partner Dance with me partner Dance with me partner, till the dawn (all night) Thundercrack, baby`s back This time she`ll tell me how she really feels And bring me down to her lightning shack You can watch my partner reeling She moves up, she moves back Out on the floor there ain't no one cleaner She does this thing she calls the Jump Back Jack She's got the heart of a ballerina She has parents, she has religion, she has sisters She ain`t no little girl, she ain`t got no curls her hair ain`t brown and her eyes ain't either Round and round and round and round and round and round and round Round and round and round and round and round and round and round And around she whirls My heart's wood, she`s a carpenter She's an angel in the night, what she does is alright Dance with me partner Dance with me partner Dance with me partner, till the dawn (all night) Songs To Orphans (Part 1, 17) TWO HEARTS IN TRUE WALTZ TIME Well the first frame finds her running But the night pushes her deep within the tunnel She camouflages herself in dayglo paint And she sings her love songs through a funnel And she clings to the walls like a cat who calls The shots for life and for death Wearing nothing but the make-up she uses To try and cover up for herself Well if she can't hide her sword She gives no terms for surrender 'Cause she's living the Third World War The Tunnel Police, they steadily increase The search for where she hides her kid She swings on avine across the State Line they measured the length of her skid She nevr goes back to do something she didn't Or undo something she did Smoke streams from the street And the night is complete With a long and fiery belch She's just another Orphan Annie cartoon and a Raquel Welch She rides like Caesar, brandishing a whip On the hood of his squad car As the siren wails she silently sails Leaving footprints in the tar Oh she breaks with the dawn And by morning she's gone Leaving nothing but another night She returns to her home Like a dog returns to a bone Another unsatisfied wife And there's little Booth Secure from the truth He wants her more than he's got the guts to say 'Cause as she needs to be real He needs to conceal The realness of his place So he sings a little song And in a chiffon sarong She performs a black ballet in space But she's another flop with a fancy name And he's just another cop with a pretty face So together they commit the ultimate crime Two hearts locked in true waltz time Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 16) THUNDERCRACK Well her brains they rattle and her bones they shake Oh she`s an angel from the Inner Lake Her brains they rattle and her bones they shake Oh she`s an angel from the Iner Lake Don`t dance with her Henry don`t you dance with her Jake Oh she's an angel from the Inner Lake She gives me more loving than a poor man can take Oh she`s an angel from the Inner Lake Thundercrack, baby`s back This time she`ll tell me how she really feels And bring me down to her lightning shack You can watch my partner reeling She moves up, she moves back Out on the floor there ain't no one cleaner She does this thing she calls the Jump Back Jack She's got the heart of a ballerina Straight from the Bronx, hung off the line She slips, she slides, she slops, she bops, she bumps, she grinds Even the old dancehall hacks from the West side of the tracks Move in close to catch her timing She moves up and then she moves back Out on the floor there ain't no one cleaner She does this thing she calls the Jump Back Jack She's got the heart of a ballerina She ain`t no little girl, she ain`t got no curls her hair ain`t brown and her eyes ain't either Round and round and round and round and round and round and round Round and round and round and round and round and round and round And around she whirls My heart's wood, she`s a carpenter She's an angel in the night, what she does is alright Dance with me partner Dance with me partner Dance with me partner, till the dawn (all night) Thundercrack, baby`s back This time she`ll tell me how she really feels And bring me down to her lightning shack You can watch my partner reeling She moves up, she moves back Out on the floor there ain't no one cleaner She does this thing she calls the Jump Back Jack She's got the heart of a ballerina She has parents, she has religion, she has sisters She ain`t no little girl, she ain`t got no curls her hair ain`t brown and her eyes ain't either Round and round and round and round and round and round and round Round and round and round and round and round and round and round And around she whirls My heart's wood, she`s a carpenter She's an angel in the night, what she does is alright Dance with me partner Dance with me partner Dance with me partner, till the dawn (all night) Songs to Orphans (Part 1, 18) VISITATION AT FORT HORN Behind the wals where heat lightning falls On five starred gnat-faced princess The buffalo man shoots at the tin cats Turns and shouts "Children, blow your bridges" On death row halls where dustmen stall Where time's an enemy and a friend At night jackals crawl from the cracks in the walls And salvation is never spoken Morning sickness breaks the garrison gate The cavalry cries for treason The soldier strokes his pony and goes to shine the Captain's sword In this young boy's eyes lie reason And the sergeant bursts in and cries "I caught a prisoner, Captain, A prisoner, what ho !" The Captain looks up and says "Let her go" "But Captain, she patrols the light ships that patrol the sea around The rainbow tips, whose bagpiper wail unbroken She haunts the nigth and the dawnin' light On her sounds and words your cavalry chokin' " The Captain says "Have no fear, boys For what you hear Because danger can't be spoken " The whirlwind crackles and I hear the rustle of shackles From the stockade door bursts Merlin His eyes red, and swollen, like they've been pushed into the sun His robes aflame and burnin' He jumps a horse, tries to get away But he gets caught in his eyes, tangled in his eyes He falls to the ground, his neck is broken His spirit rises high in the western sky The magician lies an empty token the sergeant walks over and kicks his body And says "Captain, he's dead - What shall we do with him ?" The Captain says "Hang him For though his live moments on this earth are well spent And I can se his body is sure well bent It's magic that must be broken " Now night cradles low The penniless weed plays wrath felt in the Captain's corner With anvil spread wide, the Captain glides Each blow to scare her, not to hurt her She spits "what truth" at the Captain's boots But he holds his rage suspended The sergeant comes in stinkin' of soldier's gin And cries "Captain, the storm she blows unending" Oh and the lightning cracked and the sky was hacked By dagger rain it was torn And the yard was charged into a raging sea And the Captain ran crazily For the first time in his life, in the Captain's heart Fear was born The Captain storms out on the stoop, panic strikes He sees Merlin's hung body stretched by the neck Silhouetted on his door The sergeant screams "Captain, look high, look to the sky !" Some whirling, swirling emission ... But the Captain falls to his knees crying silent pleas 'Cause he knows, he knows, and he thinks to himself "A Magician..." Songs To Orphans (Part 1, 19) ZERO AND BLIND TERRY The Skulls have met the Pythons Down at the first Street Station Alliances have been made in alleyways All across the nation These boys live off the milk of a silver jet And the love of sweet young women The Pythons are down from old Englishtown And they're looking to do some living Well the leader of the Pythons Is the kid they just call Zero Now Terry's pop says these kids Are some kind of monsters But Terry says "No, Pop (Daddy) They're just plain heroes " Zero and Terry had found a love That burned like wild fire Now Terry's daddy understood That this Zero was no good A tramp, a thief, and a liar Well from out of the darkness That breaks the dawn Zero rode like twillight He said tonight's the night Blind Terry come on Terry come on Tonight's the night Pack your bags baby And together they ran like raindeers Through the streets Well like tomorrow the earth Is gonna catch on fire Now Terry's dad hired some troopers To kill Zero and bring Terry back home They caught up in the night, like firelight Them starlight troopers, with their guns that are ... Zero marches through Blind terry's field They met the Pythons down on Route Nine But they refused to yield Now the Pythons fought with blazed guns And the Troopers with swords of light And Zero and Terry they ran away And the gang fought all through the night Now some folks say That they got away Other said they were caught and brought back Ah, still young pilgrims to this day Go to that spot way down by the railroad tracks Where the Troopers met the Pythons Old-timers cry on a hot August night If you look hard enough if you try You'll see Zero and Terry and all the Pythons Just hiking them streets up in the sky