Big Dr. Jr. & The Primidonnatives

Lyrics

  Allston Boneyard   Blues

  Godzilla Guru

  It Burns

  I'm a Sleepwalker

  September

  Throw the Radio

  I Never Whistled

  Lipstick Blues

  Guava Mama

  Don't Forget About   Blue


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Allston Boneyard Blues

Red and grey skies, bricks and stones
Down on Harvard Avenue.
Like a deserter in a Combat Zone
I have got the Allston Boneyard Blues.

Asleep winos, taxi drivers
Walkin' wounded and survivors.
Buzzing round my old beehive
Well I want more than just to be alive.

Sittin' down at the Tower of Pizza
Drinking coffee by the hour.
The jukebox plays Heart Full of Soul.
I hear the words but I can't feel the power.

Because I'm flat broke, in objectivity land again
Flat broke, in objectivity land again.
Flat broke.

I went down to Uncle Milton's place
Lookin' for some dinner.
He said Mr. Nixon stuff your face
You'll disappear if you get any thinner.

Now me and Michael, Doug, and Chip
Are stayin' at the Dugout.
Red was here but he just flipped.
I'd visit him but I keep spacin' out.

Now I got my eyes and I got my words
And I got my teen from the suburbs.
I give my mind but you want my soul.
But I'm afraid that I might lose control.

Cuz I'm flat broke...



© C. Gill
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Godzilla Guru

A grey-soul piranha, Godzilla Guru
Mistook Madonna for a Chilly Black Dude.
They were drilling a hole with a lit cigarette,
He was packing a rod, she was under some stress.

I'm not really pregnant, she said with a laugh
I was scratching an itch, it's a classical gas.
They were talking in code, they were both nervous wrecks
Using more and more plastic, it was all they had left.

Godzilla, Godzilla Guru
Godzilla, a true major dude.
Godzilla, Godzilla Guru
So what do you want, a nail or a screw?

The Condo Redondo resounded in gloom
While a trashy colossus, Godzilla Guru
He bit the big bullet and he sat in a trance,
While a grinning Madonna did a stunning war dance.

Jump you old reptile, Madonna she said,
You're radioactive and it's gone to your head.
If looks could've killed, he have died in a flash,
But the grey-soul piranha was a megalomaniac.

Godzilla..... You take on Madonna she'll take you to school.

Naked aggression and cars and machines
Will shine up your backside and color you green,
And with your last breath, you can order a beer,
But they won't really miss you cuz you never were here.

People watch people and they have their vague wars.
They fake the Big Bang and they empty their drawers.
They carry pink guns saying "Have a nice day."
There's a crack in the Earth, and whose gonna pay.

Godzilla... To grate hot potatoes with nary a tool.

Godzilla... You took on Madonna, she took you to school.



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It Burns

I crossed a river once when following a path.
As I stood on the other shore, I watched the night turn black.
Got so dark I could not see the place where I came from,
The chimneys and the rooftops in the town where I was born.

I searched in vain until at last I found a path
That took me from that river which I never did cross back.
Though years have passed you know I swear I hear a drum
That travels from my beating heart back to my river home.

It rains, and it snows.
The sun comes out, and it goes.
The world, it turns.
I won't always be here but my soul,
It burns.

I heard a man once say there's nothing you can know,
You can see a billion birds and never one white crow.
No matter what, you'll never prove it isn't so.
The next time you look there could be 20 in a row.

That may be true I guess, but one thing's for sure:
You'll never catch me worrying about the color of a bird.
I trust my eyes and ears reflect reality,
The shapes, colors, silhouettes, the shadows that I see.

Because it rains...

Down in my hideaway, I'm gazing through a wall of glass,
Like living underwater, or in an ancient past.
The shades are drawn and the lights are low.
Music from another time plays on my stereo.

Although in solitude, I'm never quite alone.
Friends of mine pass through here like rogue waves in a storm.
Outside my doorway there's a clamor in the air
Wind and blood and voices, but I'm not scared.

Because it rains...



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I'm a Sleepwalker

I'm a sleepwalker, waiting for deliverance.
I'm a sleepwalker, waiting for deliverance.

Before I become a fossil
In a tar pit lottery

Fall in the suave hole...
Consuming all my past...
Looking for white heat...
Always to some beat...
Grab all the gusto I can,
Cuz I'm a dead android mother.

I'm a sleepwalker, waiting for deliverance.
I'm a sleepwalker, waiting for deliverance.

Before I become a fossil
In a tar pit lottery

I wish I were a man
Who could believe that life
Is the glossy picture of a perfect naked lady
And a Superbowl on TV.



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September

On a warm night in July
Smoke drifts across the sky.
The crowd has thinned, time has slowed
Over the field, down the road.

Our reflection disappears, as the Doors and window clear
Two Riders on the Storm.
The wheelwells are the headreasts, the headlights are the starships
Two hours into morn.

Recall the laughter, recall the song...
The morning swim, the hours long...
Early music, the Cicada's call
Do you remember, those days at all?

Firelight's fading, I'm the only one awake and
Feeling most alone.
Come the sighs of September, through the pines, through the embers
And they're gone.

Over the ocean, and older place
A different language, a different pace.
Search for answers, search for kin.
Where I've come from, where we've been.

Now plunge down through the darkness, underneath the starkness
Of Sweden's icy moon.
In her ghostly luminescence, see my castle in the distance,
I'll be there soon.



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Throw the Radio

So I'm drivin' up North, got a lot on my mind
The hood starts to smoke, it's a real bad sign.
Found a gas station, walked in alone,
To the owner said Sir, can I use your phone?

The man was bout 70 and he needed a shave,
He turned to me with eyes real grave.
He looked me up and down, and then he said Son,
You can do any goddamn thing you want.

You a College Boy? I shook my head.
I was barely 16, had no direction yet.
I could tell by his tone, didn't matter to him,
He'd no use for school, probably never ever been.

Yet the lines on his face, the gleam in his eyes,
Made me listen to him, wait for more words wise
But he turned away, I guess we were all done,
I could do any goddamn thing I want.

And so you've spent your life trying to please the boss,
Eight simple words, and the chains come off.
You can use the phone, you can lie, you can cheat,
You can chew up the bone, you can spit out the meat.

You can call up that girl who lives upstairs
With the crazy curves and the crazy hair.
And the next time they ask you what's the big idea,
"I'm just followin' orders, you should try it someday,"
Because you can do any goddamn thing you want!

Throw the radio!



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Don't Forget About Blue

You gotta be there to feel it, when your wig's on tight.
You gotta be there to feel it, when your wig's on tight.
And your house start shakin', with all its might.

You can find your power, there are countless ways.
You can find your power, there are countless ways.
But your time is coming, and it's getting late.

Don't forget about Blue, he won't forget about you.
Don't forget about Blue, he won't forget about you.
When the night is shinin', and the hour is late.

You gotta make it to the future, cause the past is the past.
You gotta make it to the future, cause the past is the past.
You can't make it to the present, if you go to fast.

Don't forget about Blue...
Your time is coming, and it's getting late.

Don't forget about Blue...
When you start singin' right in his face.



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I Never Whistled

When my hair was long, and springtime sprung
Many years ago.
I only walked at night, under the city lights
Stop and go.
I carved my name in air, I climbed a thousand stairs
Fast and slow.
But I never whistled, I never whistled at your door.

I never will forget, that night goodbyes were said
To sail away.
In a glass-strewn lot, I touched a youthful heart
I was afraid.
I tried to connect, I tried to be direct
But now I know.
I never whistled, I never whistled at your door.

I heard You're Knockin' playin' on my radio
The night was open, but then we shut the door.

I remember when, under a light green web
Of reborn leaves,
I paced the avenue, in search of ancient clues
And random leads.
I was driven by a silent river that laid me low.
But I never whistled, never whistled at your door.

I heard You're Knockin...

When my hair was long, and springtime sprung
Many years ago.
I only walked at night, under the city lights
Stop and go.
I carved my name in air, I climbed a thousand stairs
Fast and slow.
But I never whistled, I never whistled at your door.



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Lipstick Blues

I got smiles in my eyes, lipstick in my head.
I got smiles in my eyes, lipstick in my head.
Got whispers in my ears, still hear every word she said.

Perfume so sweet, make you forget your name.
Perfume so sweet, make you forget your name.
Make you act like a fool, make you fly like a moth to the flame.

I got things to do, places I got to be.
I got things to do, places I got to be.
But she blinded me with smiles, and now I just can't see.



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Guava Mama

Like I said last night, something's not right
Tell me honey, where do I begin.
The ground's too low or the cloud's to high,
And gee don't this air seem mighty thin
Take me somewhere I've never been...

It would appear, I'm a stranger here,
Take me on a tour, be my guide.
I haven't met your grandma yet,
But I'd love to give her Coquito a try.
Teach me words I'll need to get by...

Be my Guava Mama, baby, everything is fine.
Wanna see your sis meringue, wanna dring your daddy's wine.
We'll walk along the ocean, see it swallow up the sun
If she don't rise tommorow, well we got what we wanted done.
Be my Guava Mama, baby, everything is fine...

Now dinner's done, here comes the rum
Neighbors thumpin' dominoes outside.
They don't need no plan, no weatherman,
I'll be damned if they don't carry on all night.
They'll throw the radio into the sky...

Be my Guava Mama...
A fading glow on a pink horizon's all's left of the sunken sun
I lay back down, she don't need no savin', and this man's savin's done.

Take me to the garden, I was there the other day.
I'll have to beg your pardon, but I don't recall the way.
Grandpa wants a pineapple, we'll bring him three or four
Bring a basket for the mangos, he can sell them at the store
But there's something else that I've a hankerin' for...

Be my Guava Mama...
Real soon, you'll see a sliver of moon, peeking over the tops of the trees.
When mornin's near, if we're still here, that's another day to do as we please.

Be my Guava Mama...
We've sung our song, let's move along, there are things I want to see
The time has gone, there's a lot left yet, and there's a lot of fight left in me



© D. Gill
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© C. Gill
Tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 7 & 10 Written by C. Gill
Tracks 5, 6, 8 & 9 Written by D. Gill
Mastered by Randy Roos at Squam Sound
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