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BLOW THE MAN DOWN GATHER ROUND, GATHER ROUND, YOU KNOW ME THOUGH YOU NEVER BEFORE HAVE MET ME I’M THE STORY THAT OILS ALL OF OUR TWISTED LIVES AND NOW I’M CURSED TO REPEAT IT TO STRANGERS WHO MAY NOT BE SO STRANGE ONCE YOU’VE ENJOINED IN MY SORRY TALE OF WOE ONCE I WAS ALIVE, A SEAFARER A PIRATE IF YOU PREFER MAKING MY WAY IN THE WORLD BENEATH THE SUN BUT I FELL IN LOVE AND I MEAN IT SHE ENVELOPED ME BODY AND SOUL ONE NIGHT ON SHORE LEAVE IN HAMBURG LONG AGO. SHE SINGS, CARRY ME ‘CROSS THE OCEANS COME SWIM IN MY SEVEN SEAS I’LL LOVE YOU TILL AFTER MIDNIGHT BUT I’LL BE GONE, BEFORE THE MORNING CRACKS HER CROOKED SMILE BLOW THE MAN DOWN WOKE UP TO THE PRESS GANG TO SLAVE FOR ABSENT ROBBER BARONS TRANSPORTED OFF THE EDGE OF THE WORLD AND BEYOND AN EXISTENCE WE CANNOT CALL LIVING FUNCTIONING WITHOUT BREATHING WHERE LIFE HANGS BY THE THREAD OF A DREAM OF A SINGLE NIGHT FIFTEEN MEN ON A DEAD MAN’S CHEST DRINK AND THE DEVIL HAD DONE FOR THE REST SHE JUMPED SHIP WHILE I WAS SLEEPING IT OFF SHE TOOK THE GOLD, AND THE HEART THAT I DIDN’T KNOW I POSSESSED RIPPED IT OUT OF MY CHEST BLOW THE MAN DOWN BLOW THE MAN DOWN, HEAVE AWAY HEAVE AWAY, BLOW THE MAN DOWN TATTOOED WITH THE BLUE NOTES WHEN THEY WERE BEING FORGED, DEEP IN THE BELLY OF A SINKING SHIP ESCAPE? HARDLY! … A FREEDOM OF SORTS ADRIFT IN ATLANTICANA BREATHING HELL AND HIGH WATER IN THE COMPANY OF LOST SOULS OWNED BY THE SEA BLOW THE MAN DOWN, HEAVE AWAY HEAVE AWAY, BLOW THE MAN DOWN FAR, FAR OUT TO SEA A VORTEX OPENED UP AND SWALLOWED ME SPAT ME OUT IN ANOTHER WORLD FOUR HUNDRED AND TWO SCORE AND TWELVE YEARS LATER … I WOKE UP
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JOHNNY WOEBEGONE SO I GO BY THE NAME OF JOHNNY WOEBEGONE AND I’M A WOEBEGONE A LONG, LONG WAY FROM HOME PEOPLE SAY IT SOUNDS LIKE AN ALIAS BUT A PRIEST BLESSED IT NEVERTHELESS SO I GO BY THE NAME OF JOHNNY WOE-WOE WOEBEGONE I SWEAR ON MY MOTHER’S LIFE I SWEAR ON MY MOTHER’S LIFE HOW DOES THAT WORK, WHEN SHE’S GONE? SHE’S A LONG GONE WOEBEGONE GONE, GONE, GONE BUT I STILL SWEAR ON MY MOTHER’S LIFE ON THE ROAD AGAIN JOHNNY? WHERE DO YOU GO, GO, GO? ON THE ROAD AGAIN … TWO FOR THE SHOW, THREE TO GET READY WIND ME UP AND WATCH ME GO, GO, GO, GO, GO KIDS AT SCHOOL, CALL ME WEARY BONES I MUST HAVE LOOKED LIKE SOMETHING HAWKED UP BY A STORM TEACHER SAID,” WOE BETIDE! IT’S THE WEARY BONES THAT RIDE, RIDE, RIDE” I’M A WEARY BONE WOEBEGONE A LONG, LONG WAY FROM HOME GANGSTERS, G-MEN, RAPTORS AND GHOSTS SHARPENING THEIR VARIOUS CLAWS ARMS TRADE PROFITEERS, GOVERNMENT YES-MEN A WAR TAILOR MADE FOR DOUBLE AGENTS SOME SAY A NAME HAS PROVIDENCE SOME KIND OF BEARING ON THIS SONG AND DANCE DOES THAT MEAN I’M MARRIED TO MISS CIRCUMSTANCE OR IN HOC TO MR MISERY SILVER LINED PANTS I DON’T KNOW, BUT I STILL GO BY WOEBEGONE I DON’T KNOW, BUT I STILL GO BY WOEBEGONE I DON’T KNOW, BUT I STILL GO BY WOEBEGONE WOEBEGONE, WOE BEGONE, GONE, GONE
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OTHER COUNTRY BLUES I WOKE UP THIS MORNING TO THE RASPING BREATH, OF MR ECONOMY IN THE NEXT BED. “IF IT AIN’T BROKE, DON’T FIX IT,” HE SAID I SAID,” TURN IT DOWN OLD MAN, TURN IT DOWN.” HOLY HELL! POISON IN THE WELL. JESUS! GOD! THE DEVIL! MR E. TRYING TO GIVE ME THAT HARD, HARD SELL. I SAID, “TURN IT DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.” WHERE DOES THE MONEY COME FROM? WHERE DOES ALL THE MONEY GO? TO KEEP THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD. ROLLING ON, ROLLING ON, ROLLING ON. I’M A ROLLING STONE THAT MAYBE ROLLED MY LAST. I GOT TO THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL FAST. I GOT THIS GIG, BUT I KNOW IT CAN’T LAST. I’M GOING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN HOLY MOTHER! MERCY ME! I THINK I OVERDOSED ON SMART FREE THIS BED DOESN’T FEEL VERY FREE TO ME. I’M GOING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN WHERE DOES THE MONEY COME FROM? WHERE DOES ALL THE MONEY GO? TO FIGHT ANOTHER OIL WAR TO END ALL OIL WARS I NEED THE DEVIL’S COFFEE IN MY CUP I NEED THE DEVIL’S COFFEE IN MY CUP I’M UP THE CREEK, I GOT NO INSURANCE A SNAFU, I’M KIND OF GETTING USED TO THIS MILITARY ECONOMY HAS RUN ME THROUGH I’M GOING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN I PAY MY TAX, BUT I CAN’T CHOOSE I GUESS THEY FOUGHT A WAR OVER THAT ONE TOO THEY DO IT IN THE OLD MOTHER COUNTRY TOO WE’RE GOING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN OTHER COUNTRY, SOMEONE HELP ME MOTHER COUNTRY BLUES I SCREAM AND SHOUT, BUT IT DOES NO USE WHAT’S A BALD MAN TO DO? NOW WE’RE ALL MOSTLY REFUGEES TIRED OF LIVING ON OUR KNEES DONE WITH SAYING PRETTY, PRETTY PLEASE TAKE IT DOWN, PLEASE TAKE IT DOWN SO I TURN AND SAY TO MR E. OOOH I COULD MURDER A CUP OF TEA AND A FEW TRANS-GLOBAL COMPANIES TAKE ‘EM DOWN, DOWN, DOWN TAKE ‘EM DOWN, DOWN, DOWN
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LOST LOST WEEKEND AFTER MIDNIGHT, MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS THE SHOW’S OVER, THE PEOPLE ALL GONE, I’M LOADING UP THE CAR LOOKING FORWARD TO THE MOMENT, WHEN MY HEAD HITS THE PILLOW BUT SOMETHING HARD, HITS MY HEAD INSTEAD FIRST THE SHOCK, THEN THE PAIN KICKS IN THE RIVERS AROUND MY EYEBALLS RUNNING RED LIKE I CAN LOOK DOWN FROM ABOVE, AND SEE ME LYING THERE IN THE SNOW THE OIL THE GRAVEL AND THE BLOOD OUT ON THE LOST HIGHWAY, WHERE THE LOST RIVER FROZE I LOST A LOST WEEKEND THERE, IN THE COLD, COLD, COLD SO, WHY THE WHISKEY ENCRUSTED IN YOUR LAPEL? WHEN MEDICALLY SPEAKING, YOU COULDN’T TOUCH A DROP, TO SAVE MY OWN SOUL WHY DOES MY HEAD HURT, WHERE THE SWELLING’S SUPPOSED TO BE? WHY WOULD ANYONE GO TO SUCH LENGTHS TO GET AT ME? SMALL TOWN DOCTOR, SAYS YOUR CLEAN AS A WHISTLE NOTHING … A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP, COULDN’T CURE SO WHAT’S WITH THE BURNING BEHIND MY LEFT EYE? WHY DOES THE SNOW REMIND ME OF BEING HOSPITALIZED? OUT ON THE LOST HIGHWAY, WHERE THE LOST RIVER FROZE I LOST A LOST WEEKEND THERE, IN THE COLD, COLD, COLD THE CAR’S UNTOUCHED, THE GUITAR, THE MONEY, ALL ACCOUNTED FOR BUT WHO’S THAT GIRL, BEING HUSTLED BY THE BONE MAN OUT THE DOOR? WHILST I WAS UNDER, EVOLVING ADAPTIVE BEHAVIORS THERE GOES THAT GIRL AGAIN, SKIPPING OFF ACROSS THE RIVER … THAT FROZEN RIVER I KNOW PEOPLE DO ALL KINDS OF BAD SHIT BUT I NEVER BOUGHT IN, TO THAT WHOLE CONSPIRACY BIT THINGS ARE BAD ENOUGH WITHOUT MAKING MOUNTAINS OUT OF MORBID STORIES SO WHY, OH WHY CAN’T I LET IT LIE? WHY, OH WHY CAN’T WE LET IT LIE?
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OL’ DEVIL GASOLENE THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE, METAMORPHOSE MEPHISTOPHOLENE BROTHER CAN YOU SPARE ME THIRTEEN DOLLARS THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLSENE, COME ON I'M SWEATING HYRDRO-CARBOLENES WAITING, WAITING FOR MY MAN THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE, YOU’RE A MEAN ONE MR KEROSENE HELP ME! I GOT A MONKEY ON MY TRACKS. THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE, LIKE A HYDRO-CRACKER IN MY JEANS AND A BOA-CONDA CRAB-LOCK ON MY DREAMS THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND, THIS LAND IS MY LAND PUT YOUR HAND IN THE HAND OF THE HAND OF THE HAND OF THE MAN THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND, THIS LAND IS MY LAND THIS LAND BELONGS TO THE MAN THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE. IF IT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR GRANDPA, THEN IT'S GOOD FOR ME LET ME TRAVEL THIS WORLD FROM THE MOUNTAINS TO THE SEA THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE, YOU’RE A MEAN ONE MR KEROSENE THAT'S THE LIFE I BELIEVE HE MEANT FOR ME AND WHEN I'M GONE AND AT MY GRAVE YOU STAND TAKE A SWISS ARMY POCKET KNIFE MAKE AN INCISION ABOVE MY RIGHT HAND DRAIN MY VEINS INTO THAT OL’ JERRY CAN FILL UP THE TANK KEYS IN THE IGNITION START THE ENGINE AND WATCH THIS RAMBLIN’ ROCKERFELLER MUCKER-FATHER STALL !
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FRANK WOEBEGONE’S LAMENT FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I DID SOMETHING RIGHT, BUT IT TURNED OUT WRONG WRONGER THAN WRONG COULD EVER BE I REACHED OUT TO MY SECRET BABY, ONCE TOO OFTEN IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE DEATH OF ME I WAKE UP IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT AND I SEE HER FACE PURPLE BLUE IN THE REFLECTED LIGHT I SEE HER IN YOU, NOW THAT DEATH HAS FINALLY TRACKED ME DOWN SON, SHE LOVED YOU. MORE THAN ANYTHING SHE’S DEAD! THERE I SAID IT. SHE’S DEAD. SAID IT AGAIN SHE’S DEAD. SAYING IT DON’T HELP ME NONE SHE’S DEAD. ALL THE HURT IN THE WORLD. SHE’S DEAD. COMPOUNDED BY NUMBNESS SHE’S DEAD, AND CONGEALING IN ME I WAS DRINKING MY SECOND GIMLET, WHEN I FIRST SAW HER SET A BURNING, BLOODY BONFIRE IN MY GUT SHE LOOKED AT ME AND I KNEW, THEN SHE LOOKED AWAY WHEN HER ARMOR PLATED HUSBAND SAT BACK DOWN A GANGSTER BY THE NAME OF MOSES VETUS TESTAMENTUM! LIVED BY THE COMMANDMENTS IN REVERSE YOU MIGHT WANT TO REBUILD YOUR FACE, IF YOU EVER CROSSED HIM BEFORE HE DIED, YOU KNEW HIM AS YOUR FATHER WE LED A DOUBLE LIFE, FOR SEVEN HATE-FILLED YEARS FRANK KISSED HER BRUISES WHEN I COULD I— WE TRIED TO RUN, BUT HE WAS WAITING FOR US MOSES KILLED ME, YOUR REAL DAD KILLED HIM AND FLED. SHE’S DEAD … WE’VE YET TO EVOLVE THE GENE BY WHICH YOU COULD EVER FORGIVE ME SHE’S DEAD … I’M SORRY SON I COULDN’T EVEN WRITE SHE’S DEAD I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY SO SORRY SHE’S DEAD I HAD TO DISAPPEAR FROM THIS LIFE SHE’S DEAD AND CONGEALING IN YOU SHE’S DEAD AND CONGEALED IN ME
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LILITHIANA RED SO THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER, CAME DOWN TO YORKSHIRE, ALL DRESSED IN BLACK LILITHIANA RED, TURNED MY HEAD, AND PROMPTLY SAT DOWN IN MY LAP SHE SAID, HEY BOY! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? CHRISTMAS ONLY COMES ONCE A YEAR MINE’S ON THE ROCKS. I’LL TAKE A VODKA AND SALTPETER AM I LOSING MY MIND? AM I LOSING MY MEMORY? AM I A SAILOR BOY WHO SPENT TO LONG, LOOKING AT THE COLD, DARK SEA? AM I LOST IN SPACE, OFF THE SCALE, GETTING RELIGION WHERE NONE EXISTS? AM I IN OVER MY HEAD? AM I LOSING IT? DARK SKY, TROUBLED SEA, AS MY SHIP SAILS INTO TWISP TWO MONTHS AT SEA, I SHOULD BE SLEEPING, SHOULD BE TUCKED UP IN BED AND DREAMING OF CLEAN SHEETS, AND A DECENT MEAL, ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS THE FEEL OF YOUR FLESH PRESSED AGAINST MINE, PRESSED AGAINST YOURS, PRESSING DOWN ON ME TIE ME TO THE MAST. PLUG MY EARS AGAINST THESE ENCHANTMENTS LIKE A SCENT THAT TAKES ME BACK. HOW COULD I RESIST? LIKE A TUNE THAT I WAKE UP LIVING, BREATHING … DON’T TELL ME YOU READ BOOKS. COME READ MY THOUGHT CRIMES MMM! MMM! MMM! COME SMELL WHAT’S ON MY MIND HALF A DOZEN OF IMAGINATION, SIX OF REALITY” ONCE BITTEN, TWICE SMITTEN, ROLLING OFF THE EDGE OF THE MAP
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THE DEVIL IN YOU THE SUN IS SHINING, THE SKY IS BLUE BUT THE BLUE SKY, JUST REMINDS ME OF YOU WHAT CAN I DO? WHAT CAN I DO? COS I AM IN LOVE, WITH THE DEVIL IN YOU YOU HIT ME HARD, BELOW THE BELT YOU MAKE ME FEEL, LIKE I NEVER FELT WHAT CAN I DO? WHAT CAN I DO? COS I AM IN LOVE, WITH THE DEVIL IN YOU MY OLD TOMCAT, HE BRING ME A DEAD BIRD BUT HE'S A PUSSY FOR YOU. CAT GOT MY TONGUE, BUT HE LEFT ME THIS SONG NOW I'M SINGING IT FOR YOU. THE SUN IS SINKING, THE SKY IS RED YOU BOOKED A ROOM, RIGHT INSIDE OF MY HEAD WHAT CAN I DO? WHAT CAN I DO? COS I AM IN LOVE, WITH THE DEVIL IN YOU YOU CAUGHT ME SLEEPING, TOOK ME OFF MY GUARD I OFFERED YOU MY SOUL, BUT YOU WANTED MY HEART WHAT CAN I DO? WHAT CAN I DO? COS I AM IN LOVE, WITH THE DEVIL IN YOU? WHAT CAN I DO? WHAT CAN I DO? COS I AM IN LOVE … I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!
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BLIND DOG’S CHANCE HOURS, TURN INTO DAYS. WEEKS TURN INTO MONTHS, TURN INTO YEARS BUT NO MORE WAITING, BY THE TELEPHONE, I GOT ONE RIGHT HERE IN MY POCKET, BRAND SPANKING NEW BUT IT DON’T SEEM TO MAKE, THAT BLIND BIT OF DIFFERENCE NO, NO, NO! COS THE DAMN THING IT DON’T RING IT DON’T RING, IT DON’T RING, IT DON’T SING, SING, SING, SING TO ME I DON’T HEAR YOUR VOICE CALLING ME TO SAY YOU LOVE ME SO I SAVED UP ALL MY CARBON RATIONS, FOR A RAINY DAY I’LL BE WINGING IT BACK TO MY BABY, RIGHT AWAY THE CROW CAWS IN THE MORNING, SOUNDS LIKE HE’S IN LOVE GREY SKIES MAY CLOUD MY HORIZONS, BUT THERE’S A VAPOR TRAIL WITH YOUR NAME ON IT. SOMEWHERE UP ABOVE THE SKY IS BEAUTIFUL AND BLUE GOT IT ON GOOD AUTHORITY, IT’S ALL TRUE, TRUE, TRUE I GOTTA DASH, GET MY SKATES ON, GET YOU TO THE GATE ON TIME I’M PACKING UP MY TROUBLES IN A CARRY-ON BAG YOU’LL BE SLIPPING ON MY SLIPPERS IN ECONOMY CLASS “DRINK SIR? WINE? BEER?” I’LL TAKE A GLASS I’LL BE READING ME THOSE COMPLIMENTARY FULL COLOR MAGAZINES YOU’LL BE TAKING IT ALL IN, AND I’LL BE DREAMING ME SOME DREAMS OF YOU SAVING ALL MY CARBON RATIONS FOR A RAINY DAY I’LL BE WINGING IT BACK TO MY BABY SING SINGING IT TO MY BABY ZING ZINGING IT TO MY BABY ONCE IN A PURPLE MOON, WINGING IT ON A BLIND DOG’S CHANCE REAL SOON
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SING ME A SONG HELLO JOHNNY, I’VE MISSED YOU I DIDN’T THINK I’D FEEL LIKE THIS, BUT I DO AND I’M GLAD, BUT YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE COME BACK YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE COME BACK BUT YOU DID SO SING ME A SONG SING ME A SONG SING ME A SONG
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EVOLUTION 9 I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I NEED A DRINK WE’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE, BUT NOT LIKE THIS THIS TIME IT’S THE LAST TIME, WE’LL HAVE A GOOD TIME THEN IT’S DONE. THIS RACE IS RUN SO I PROPOSE A TOAST TO CHARLES DARWEN SARAH BLAFFER HRDY, DAVID SLOAN WILSON AND ALL WHO CAME AFTER THEM FOR GIVING US THE TOOLS TO COMPREHEND WHERE WE CAME FROM, HOW WE GOT HERE AND WHERE WE’RE BOUND WE CURSE THE RETURN OF THE LAUGHING POLICEMAN WITH EVERY ADAPTIVE FIBER IN OUR BREATHING BODIES AND THE MUTANT CULTURAL GENE THAT HAS SO SUCCESSFULLY ENLISTED US IN OUR OWN SAD FAREWELL TO H.G. WELLS, WHO ONCE WROTE, WHEN THE LIGHTS WERE GOING OUT ALL OVER EUROPE THAT HUMAN HISTORY IS A RACE BETWEEN EDUCATION, AND THE CATASTROPHE THAT EMBRACES US NOW AND WE CURSE THE RETURN OF THE LAUGHING POLICEMAN WITH EVERY ADAPTIVE FIBER IN OUR BROKEN BODIES AND THE MUTANT CULTURAL GENE THAT HAS SO SUCCESSFULLY REPLICATED ITSELF IN YOU AND ME THIS THIRD DEGREE IS GETTING A LITTLE HARD TO TAKE I WOKE UP SWEATING ON CHRISTMAS DAY AND IF YOU WERE THE ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD, AND I WAS THE ONLY BOY WE’D FUCK EACH OTHERS’ BRAINS OUT ANYWAY SO I DRINK A TOAST TO THE HUMAN RACE AND ALL OUR ATTEMPTS TO CO-OPERATE ALL OF THAT LOOKING INTO EACH OTHERS’ EYES AND THE ADAPTATION TO COMMUNICATE TO SURVIVE GIVE OR TAKE, A FEW HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS THE PIECES WAS THERE, STARING US IN THE FACE AN ADAPTATION AS BEAUTIFUL AS IT IS UNUSUAL AND IT’S WRITTEN UPON THE WHITES OF OUR EYES.
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WE GOT MARRIED IN A FRENZY BY RIGHTS WE SHOULD HAVE NEVER MET IT WASN’T MEANT TO BE BUT WE DID AND ANOTHER WORLD OPENED UP, RIGHT THERE ON THE SPOT BUT LIVES WOVEN FROM PARALLEL THREADS, NEVER THE TWAIN SHALL MEET EXCEPT WE DID, WHENEVER WE COULD, ISN’T IT GOOD, DEFYING THE UNIVERSE IF THE GOOD LORD’S WILLING, IF THE CREEK DON’T RISE IF THE BLACK HOLE IS FACING THE WRONG WAY, IF SATAN SNEEZES AND CLOSES HIS EYES IF THE TUNNEL BETWEEN WORLDS IS OPEN, IF THE ATOM COPS DON’T PULL ME OVER IF THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN IS ON TIME, I’LL SEE YOU SMILE AGAIN WE GOT MARRIED IN A FRENZY, THE BEST THING WE EVER DID A WHITE WEDDING, WELL IT WAS SNOWING THE LONG DISTANCE THING? WORKS WHEN IT IS WORKING WHEN WE ARE PRESENT, WE HAVE WORLDS TO SPARE BUT WE HARDLY KNOW EACH OTHER. WHAT DOES THAT MATTER? LIKE ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE, NO LOOKING BACK CHORUS OUR FIRST HALF-DAY OF MARRIED LIFE. WE SAID OUR GOODBYES I HAD AN AFTERNOON FLIGHT. WHAT’S ANOTHER FEW WEEKS APART? BUT I DIDN’T GET ON THE PLANE. I CAME BACK TO FIND YOU AGAIN I’D JUST GOT OUT OF THE CAB, AND WAS HEADED TOWARD THE FRONT LOBBY
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LONG BLACK TRAIN ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN LOOKS LIKE I’M IN TROUBLE AGAIN, I HEAR THAT TRAIN COMING ROUND THE BEND DOWN THE LINE, GREY SKIES I’M GETTING ON THAT TRAIN, BUT I DON’T KNOW WHY ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN TROUBLE IS, TROUBLE IS, TROUBLE IS MY MIDDLE NAME IN THE WRONG PLACE, AT THE WRONG TIME. I GOT THE WRONG TICKET FOR THE WRONG LINE THIS TRAIN, THIS TRAIN. TRAIN I RIDE, TRAIN I RIDE, SIXTEEN COACHES LONG THIS TRAIN, SING THAT SAME OLD SONG ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN CRACK IN THE SKY, COULD BE DAWN. OLD RED ROOSTER START TO YAWN A COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO I DON’T KNOW JIMMY, I DON’T KNOW I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT WAS, BUT IT WEREN’T NO BIRD I SHOULD BE, I SHOULD BE, I SHOULD BE DRINKING HOT COFFEE MAYBE SOMETHING STRONGER, I HEAD TO THE BAR. GONNA CHECK ME OUT THAT RESTAURANT CAR PICKING UP A LITTLE BIT OF STEAM. PICKING UP A LITTLE BIT OF SPEED LONG BLACK TRAIN, LONG BLACK TUNNEL. SHORT ON LAUGHS, SHORT ON PEOPLE WHAT’S WITH THE SKELETON CREW? DON’T LIKE THE LOOK OF THIS. DO YOU? THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES THEM BONES GONNA WALK AROUND THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES THEM BONES DANCING IN THE AISLES THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES THEM BONES GONE AND DRUNK THIS WHOLE TRAIN DRY THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES DON’T FANCY MINE MUCH, SHE GIVE ME THE EVIL EYE THIS TRAIN, THIS TRAIN. SOMETHING TELLS ME SOMEONE LIED. SOMEONE GOT SOMETHING TO HIDE THIS TRAIN, THIS TRAIN. THIS TRAIN’S RESERVED FOR THEM THAT’S DIED.
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NOBODY HERE BUT ME IF GOD DIDN’T FORGIVE US? THEN HEAVEN WOULD BE EMPTY SO COME REJOICE AND SING WITH ME FOR ALL ETERNITY IF GOD DIDN’T FORGIVE US? THEN HEAVEN WOULD BE EMPTY BUT AS FAR AS THE EYE, AND I CAN SEE, THERE’S NOBODY HERE BUT ME WOE, WOE, WOE IS ME, I GOT TALES TO TELL. NO ONE TO TELL GATES OF HEAVEN ALL RUSTED TO HELL. AND THERE’S NOBODY HERE BUT ME YOU’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE. YOU ALL KNOW THE SCORE STOOD UP BY A SWEETHEART WHO NEVER WAS DREAMS LIKE OLD BOOKS LEFT OUT IN THE SUN CRUMPLE TO DUST AT THE TOUCH BARTENDER WHERE ARE YOU? WHY’S IT SO DARK? NO SMOKING? WELL OKAY BUT I COME A LONG WAY. CAN I JUST SAY CAN’T AN OLD MAN GET A DRINK AROUND HERE? I WAS PROPPING UP THE BAR AT THE WORLD’S END WHEN I KEELED OVER WENT DOWN WITH THE BENDS AM I DREAMING? I WOKE UP FEELING LIKE KAFKA A COCKROACH FOR MY ONLY FRIEND I HAD WORE FRIENDS. OH LOOK AT THAT. SEE THE WAY HE SCUTTLES ACROSS THE BAR IT’S LIKE HE’S RIGHT THERE IN THE BOX WITH YOU … UP CLOSE WOE, WOE, WOE IS ME, I GOT TALES TO TELL. SECRETS TO SELL GATES OF HEAVEN. WHAT’S THAT GOD-AWFUL SMELL? THERE’S NOBODY HERE BUT ME WOE WOE WOE IS ME CAROLINE MUNRO, WHERE DID YOU GO? I’VE BEEN WAITING ALL OF MY LIFE FOR THIS DAY BUT THERE’S NOBODY HERE BUT ME RWD<<< PLAY> Christmas Morning - Thursday December 25th 2025 GW BUSH HOSPITAL, NEW YORK, NY “Nurse, nurse,” squealed the young attendant, breaking into a run to the ward desk. “Nurse Johnson. He’s woken up.”

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WOEBEGONER is a wholly regracked, remixed and totally reimagined 2018 version of the original Woebegone album (2010). On the original album Johnny Woebegone (played by Danbert Nobacon) was still carrying the shrapnel, wedged in his vocal chords, from the bomb blast which should have ended his life. In the 2018 version, shrapnel finally removed and his vocal chords near healed, he teams up with the audacious audiosumptuous Lilithiana Red (played by Kuinka’s mirazzmerizing Miranda Zickler) to re-tell the first parts of their story of love, loss and time travel from a base point of the decaying world of the early mid twenty first century … and, always under the watchful eye of the privatized intel “inner surveillance” team of Wade (played by Kira Wood Cramer) and Ross (played by Johnny Watson). Dusted off and polished up musical backbone from Seattle’s finest, The Bad Things, and studio magickery by Mell Dettmer.

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released February 1, 2019

DANBERT NOBACON vocals, acoustic guitar, bird impressions
MIRANDA ZICKLER vocals
KIRA WOOD CRAMER voiceover
JOHNNY WATSON voiceover

THE BAD THINGS
JIMMY BERG vocals, accordion, organ
GREGORY MILES electric guitar, banjo, backing vocals
AUSTIN QUIST bass, sousaphone, backing vocals
STEVE KAMKE drums, piano, backing vocals
BEAU HERBERT mandolin, guitar, backing vocal
MELL DETTMER moog and sound effects

Produced by Mell Dettmer ... Re-Recordings, remixing and Mastering by Mell Dettmer at Studio Soli , Seattle WA Nov 2017-Feb 2018
Original recordings at The Tank, Black Diamond WA engineered by Mark Miller, assisted by Jesse Andrews, October 2009

Cover art Nobacon Photo Sol Gutierrez Design Laura Gunnip

www.danbertnobacon.com
www.kuinkatheband.com
www.thebadthings.com

Written and composed by Nigel Hunter. Directed by Danbert Nobacon
Published by EMI Music Publishing, Germany,
except ‘Ramblin Man’* by Hank Williams – Acuff Rose Inc/Hiriam Music.

VB004 Verbal Burlesque Records
P.O. Box 1053 Twisp WA 98856 USA
c. 2018

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Danbert Nobacon 'freak music legend' got an associate degree in the science of children’s play in England in the 1990’s whilst moonlighting in the punk rock band Chumbawamba. He is currently teaching theatre at his local High School. "Stardust to Darwinstuff," his first album for seven years explores, the consilience between art and science, (released April 2017) ... more

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