Live At CB's Gallery

by Jed Davis

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This album is a compilation of live material from my monthly residency at CB's Gallery back in 2002. I was playing solo piano, but the music was a lot closer to punk than folk - pounding, messy, high-energy. It was reflected in the audience... these shows drew a lot of the old-guard punks. Regular attendees included members of the Ramones, Black Flag, The Misfits and Punk magazine mainstays like John Holmstrom and Mary Harron. It was the high point of my performing career, and I was pleased to discover that in spite (or maybe because?) of the ragged nature of the soundboard and stereo-mic ambient recordings, whatever sloppy magic there was in that room seems to have been captured. Hearing "clams" in old live tracks usually drives me nuts, but I'm totally okay with them here - all of 'em!

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released 07 October 2011

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tags: 2002 all genres alternative cb's gallery cbgb indie jed davis nyc new york city live piano rock New York

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Track Name: Listen To This (live)
Listen to this:
The words that ruined every Saturday night
For eight long years

You think he'd figure out after eight fucking years
The three fucking words that we don't want to hear

Somebody volunteer to drive tonight
Volunteer your house tonight
Keep him off the streets and away from
The stupid fucking car with the stupid fucking plates
Man, he still can't figure out why he don't get any dates
I hope he loses his license and wrecks that car
Ah, who am I kidding? He'd probably just drive anyway.

Somebody grow some balls and turn it off
Somebody make him turn it off
Tell him we're not really listening

I know the trick, the trick, I know the trick is
Keep him too happy and busy to think
Oh yeah, we're gonna have to find his ass a little skater betty
'Cause he writes more songs when he's not getting any

Somebody get him laid so he shuts up
I'd bribe my sister to shut him up
Sap his motivation so he won't need
The words that ruined every Saturday night
For eight long years

Eight years of suffering under one lame rule:
The driver is always in charge of tunes

Somebody break his legs so he can't drive
Break his hands so he can't write
Break his face so he can't say:
"Listen to this, listen to this
It's your new favorite song, bitch, it's rock and roll bliss."

And we never ever ever ever ever want to hear
Another Jed Davis song again.
Track Name: Ground The Paper Planes (live)
If we were together now
What would we be doing?
Making paper airplanes
And throwing them around the room?
Eating Chinese takeout
Crosslegged on the floor?
Don't pass me anything.
I'm not hungry anymore.

If we were together now
What would we be doing?
Sitting silent in the car
As I drive you home again?
Counting stars in my backyard
As we wait for ours to fall?
Don't bother counting stars.
You'll never count them all.

I'll take you home
I'll apologize tomorrow
I'll ground the paper planes
And put the fallen stars back in place.

No matter how we try
This plane will never fly
So let me drive you home and say goodbye.
Track Name: Invisible Girl (live)
Falling into the role
You accepted long ago:
Getting old, getting fat
And collecting cats

Sit and stare at the walls
Where your shadow barely falls
And know you won't again be seen
In someone else's dream

Call it wrong
Call it sad
Call it life
Call it crap
Call it truth
Call it your last chance

Call it off
That was your last chance.

Turn around
Invisible girl
And try to be aware
Of your place in this world
You need someone to share
All your pain and your joy
You're supposed to be with
Your invisible boy

And what did you do
When somebody looked at you
When they tried to pull you free
From the scenery

Did you open like a rose?
Did you wilt, all exposed?
Did you freak out and hide?
Did you thrive outside?

Call it fear
Call it grief
Call it stunned disbelief
Call it truth
Call it your last chance

Turn around
Invisible girl
And try to be aware
Of your place in this world
You need someone to share
All your pain and your joy
You're supposed to be with
Your invisible boy

Turn around.

And what will you do
When somebody looks at you
When they try to pull you free
From the scenery

Take a long second glance
See the puppet that danced
What you thought was a toy
Is a real live boy

Call it shock
Call it shame
Call to him
Call his name
Call it truth
Call it your last chance

Turn around
Invisible girl
And try to be aware
Of your place in this world
You need someone to share
All your pain and your joy
You're supposed to be with
Your invisible boy

Turn around.
Track Name: Do-Bees (live)
We come by car by bus by train
By silent thousands in our
Huddled masses yearning to breathe free
When even breathing isn't free
Shut up shut down don't ask don't roll your eyes
This is the way it is

We build the walls that shut us in
We make the bricks to build the walls
We are the dust that makes the bricks
That build the walls that shut us in
Shut up shut down don't ask don't roll your eyes
This is the way it is

Two days only
Keep it holy
Thirty years to go
Oh, no
This is all I know

We come by car by bus by train
By line by line we wait our turn
To move our turn to move our lips
To swear that two and two is five
Shut up shut down don't ask don't roll your eyes
This is the way it is

We pay the men who make us work
We pay the men who make us
Pay the men who make us work
To pay for things that we can never have
Shut up shut down don't ask don't roll your eyes
This is the way it is

Two days only
Keep it holy
Never let me go
Oh, no
This is all I know

We come by car by bus by train
Through ice and sleet and snow and rain
We hold the means to make machines
To make machines to take our means
Shut up shut down don't ask don't roll your eyes
This is the way it is

We come by car by bus by train
Buy Metrocard buy gasoline
Buy thirty pounds of dynamite
By any means necessary
Shut up shut down don't ask don't roll your eyes
This is the way it is
Track Name: Piece Of Crap (live)
This is crap
A piece of crap
I churn it out
I dump it out
You lap it up
You eat it whole, yeah -
19 dollars for this piece of crap
You'll take it.

Pay for me
Make me sexy
Buy me groupies
High school kids are stupid
You can trick them
Use them
Look I'm what you wanted all along.

I love this song
How do you do it?
Oh, you're so angry
Just like me
You know the pain
Middle-class white rage, yeah -
Mom and dad won't let me out past midnight
I'm in hell

Sell to me
Say you hate me
Give me bootlegs
You're official spokesman for my
G-G-G-G-Generation
Talking with your mouth full -
BANG!

This is a wonderful time to be a rock n' roller
Pray that your connections are as good as mine
Watch me put my grocery list to music
Watch it sell a million copies
Watch the kids find poetry in every line

Yeah, this is crap
A piece of crap
I churn it out
I dump it out
You lap it up
Swallow it whole, yeah -
Silly rabbit, you are what you eat
Don't touch me

I know
I'll get a kicking drum and bass loop
I'll make some noises on a keyboard
Hey back off, buddy, I'm an artist
Now I'm on the cutting edge
Yeah.
Track Name: Little Tumors (live)
You've got seven little tumors on your ribcage
You've got a roommate who can't stand you 'cause you felt up his ex.
There's a girl who screwed you over eighteen months ago
And the only thing you want is her back.

You've got an open pack of cigarettes you can't touch
You've got best friends who you can't even talk to anymore.
There's a girl who screwed around with all your best friends, too
And the only thing you want is her back.

But from pain comes inspiration
And the portrait of Shakespeare on the wall stares in awe of you.

You've got a roommate who can use you to get back at his ex
You've got best friends who forgive you when they need something.
You've got seven little tumors and they're all benign
So it's okay to start smoking again.

Too bad you're boring as shit now
And breasts from eighteen months ago obscure the page in front of you
The blank white page in front of you
The empty blank that lies
Right in front of you.
Track Name: Living In A Frame (live)
The pin-up poster on my wall
The shape and secret of it all
Grow up
Put a frame around it and call it a work of art

Am I art now to your eye?
After ten years' life gone by
Come home
To the echoes of songs about waiting by the phone

Hey, this is living in a frame
Under the glass
Over and over
Hey, these are strangers on a train
Under the bridge
Over each other
And here we go again

Should we pretend that we don't see
The stupid kids we used to be?
Boxed in
By the black matte of time and the white glare of might-have-been

Trash to art and boy to man
All framed up and here I hang
Alone
With this great new song about waiting by the phone

Hey, this is living in a frame
Under the glass
Over and over
Hey, these are strangers on a train
Under the bridge
Over each other
And here we go again
Track Name: The Cutting Room Floor (live)
I fall asleep in my street clothes
With the lights on
And the radio on
I sleep 'til long past lunchtime
I do not change
And I do not shave
Because no one is going to see me today.

I sit and face the computer screen
And no one's on
So I turn away
I play some chords on my keyboard
And nothing comes
So I turn away
And nothing is going to get done today.

This is the part that ends up on the cutting-room floor
Look down, I'm waving to you from the cutting-room floor
I wave until my arms are numb
And the sun goes down

And I fall asleep in my street clothes
With the lights on
And the radio on
I sleep 'til long past lunchtime
I do not change
And I do not shave
Because no one is going to see me today.
Track Name: Chris Biscuiti, Collider's #1 Fan (live)
The man with the plan for the band divine
He hates Fred McGriff, but he loves Mankind
Counterfeiting pennies and laundering your nasty mind

He is the man
His name is Chris Biscuiti
He's Collider's #1 fan

Listening to Physics on his headphones in the dark
He's a Radiobiscuit and a wrestling mark
Clocking more airtime than Doris from Rego Park

He is the man
His name is Chris Biscuiti
He's Collider's #1 fan
Track Name: Chain Letter (live)
Number a paper from 1 to 7.
Write your favorite numbers next to 1 and 2.
Write the names of two people next to 3 and 7.
And the names of friends next to 4, 5, and 6.
Now make a wish.

1 is the number of people you must send this to
In the number of days you wrote next to 2
Number 3 is your true love
Number 4 is the person who you care about the most
Number 5 is the one who knows you best
Number 6 is your lucky star
Number 7 is the person who you like
But just can't work things out with

What did you wish for when you passed this on?
What number did I come up?

You ought to know better
Than to send me chain letters
You're gonna end up with a new boyfriend

Right now, somebody is proud of you
Right now, somebody is thinking of you
Right now, somebody is caring for you
Right now, somebody misses you
Right now, somebody wants to talk to you
Right now, somebody wants to be with you
Right now, somebody needs you
To send this out to them

What did you wish for when you passed this on?
Did you know that I would wish for you?

You ought to know better
Than to send me chain letters
You're gonna end up with a new boyfriend

Number a mix tape from 1 to whatever
Write the name of this song next to number 1
Now write the songs that remind you of the people you love
And the names of the friends that they remind you of
Now make a wish and send it to:

10 people - it'll come true in a year
20 people - it'll come true in a month
30 people - it'll come true in a year
40 people - it'll come true right now
10 people - you'll be happy for a week
20 people - you'll be happy for a month
30 people - you'll be happy for a year
40 people - you'll be happy forever

What did you wish for when you passed this on?
What number did I come up?

You ought to know better
Than to send me chain letters
You're gonna end up with a new boyfriend.
Track Name: God Bless Us Anyway (live)
This is going out to my brothers in the new school
All the white boys with the dreads and the Korn tattoos
Because youth and friendship and Korn are forever

This is going out to my brothers in the old school
Rockin in their ratty denim jackets with the Kiss backpatches
Still drunk behind the bleachers nine years after the fact

God bless America.

God, God, God bless America
God, God, God bless America
God, God, God bless America now right now right NOW!

This is going out to my brothers in the small towns
Faces painted up for the big game, cheering in the pouring rain
This is for the kids mowing lawns and selling lemonade

This is going out to my brothers in the big, big city
Sipping tea at Barnes & Noble over deep conversation
Hoping all the hippie chicks don't notice that they're looking around

That's amore!

God, God, God bless America
God, God, God bless America
God, God, God bless America now right now right NOW!

This is for the single mothers sitting on their front porches
Chatting in the twilight, watching all the street lamps brighten
Over five little girls playing Double Dutch out in the street

This is for the waitresses slaving on the night shift at Denny's
And the off-duty cops sipping coffee at the counter
Next to the college freshman trying coffee for the very first time

Lots of milk and sugar, kid.

God, God, God bless America
God, God, God bless America
God, God, God bless America now right now right NOW!

This is for the big-haired ladies in the sports bars
Hitting on the Wall Street kids pimping like they've got expensive cars
Get her drunk enough and she won't notice it's a Nova

This is for the comic book girl that I once knew
Even though I never met another woman like you
I know it's a great big country and the odds are in my favor

This is going out to my brothers in the new school
All the white boys with the dreads and the Korn tattoos
Because youth is temporary, but a memory is forever

This is going out to my brothers in the old school
Rockin in their ratty denim jackets with the Kiss backpatches
Still drunk behind the bleachers nine years after the fact

God bless us anyway.

God, God, God bless us anyway
God, God, God bless us anyway
God, God, God bless us anyway now right now right now
That's an order!
God, God, God bless us anyway
God, God, God bless us anyway
God, God, God bless us anyway now right now right NOW NOW NOW NOW!

God bless America
God bless us, everyone
God bless us, anyone
God bless us anyway.
Track Name: Enough (live)
At the entrance to the stairway
That takes me to the 1 and 9 train
There is a sign above an arcade
"TOO MUCH IS NOT ENOUGH," it says
It makes me think of arcades
Of pinball decks and video games
It makes me think of Donkey Kong
The big kids playing Donkey Kong
And me too young to make a quarter last
But watching hard and standing fast
It was then I heard a word I'd never heard before:
The word the big kid playing Donkey Kong said
Every time his man went dead
I asked my mother what it meant
She told me, "Never mind
'Cause bright kids don't use words like that."

And suddenly
I'm seeing things with eyes I haven't used in twenty years
I see a man
His mouth, it cups around a sigh atop these stairs
He knows his train is pulling out without him
Everything's gone on without him
How could he end up like this?
Why doesn't he look happy?

And suddenly
My lips are pursed to shape the air, and out it comes
Out it comes:
A word I'm not supposed to say
I go and say it anyway
I march downstairs to miss my train
And I can't lift my head

To take a last look at the arcade
A bigger, brighter arcade
Than the one where all the big kids played
And said the word
They said a word I'd never heard
They said too much
They said enough
They said too much is not enough
They say too much is not enough
They say enough is not enough
Is not enough
Is not enough
But I say
Man, it is.
Track Name: Let Go (live)
In the dark at 4am
With forever on my hands
Things I've lost
Things I've missed
Closed around me like a fist
In a room full of rewards
That I no longer can afford
But I'm shackled to them so
I can't make myself let go

Shifting sands
And crumbling plans
Loaded dice
Deceptive calms
Moving shadows
False alarms

You can threaten me with trouble
You can threaten me with Hell
But I won't be taught a lesson
'Cause I don't believe in Heaven
I don't believe in success
I don't believe in happiness
I don't believe I ever can
In the dark at 4am

Shifting sands
And crumbling plans
Loaded dice
Deceptive calms
Moving shadows
False alarms

In the dark at 4am
With forever on my hands
Things I've lost
Things I've missed
Closed around me like a fist
And I reach beyond my body
And I reach beyond my soul
But I'm shackled to them both
And I want to be let go.
Track Name: Despite (live)
Despite the guitar that you brandish before you
As you tell off a crowd that's content to ignore you
And despite your soul searching, and the ingots of wisdom
Which disguise all the shit that's pent up in your system
And the old man who pays for the place where you live
And the woman who pays for the demos you give
To the promising people in the back of your cab
As you pray that the next fare will take the wheel
From your gifted little hands

And despite the guitar that you brandish before you
As you tell off a crowd that's content to ignore you
Whose every yes means they'll never forget you
And every no means they're all out to get you
And despite the club owners who won't have you back
And despite all the girlfriends who won't have you back
And the buddies who've seen way too much of your back
As you walk out in another huff and swear
That you're never ever coming back

And despite the guitar that you brandish before you
As you tell off a crowd that's just there to ignore you
And despite your frustrations and your bitter demands
The mistakes you project, and your uninformed plans
You will still be surprised when we all move on
And there's nary a sniffle for you when you're gone
'Cause despite your falsetto
And the friends you suck dry
The blond in your hair
And the blue in your eye
The world wasn't waiting for you to save it
The world wasn't waiting for you.
Track Name: The Diner (live)
After all the football games
After all the shows
After all the dances
Where do we go?

Past the round glass case of pies
Over mozzarella fries
In our third booth on the right
A smoke, a laugh, a fight
But that's not all tonight
That's not all -

One more inside joke
One more vanilla Coke
And I won't be back for a long, long time
Let me finish this last bite
And I'll do my best to write
But if I don't, don't hate me
Just recall me fondly
Please

The ashtray overflows
The pile of empty sugars grows
The waitress says she'll be right back
I hope she just forgets
May she never bring the check
May she never end this -

One more inside joke
One more vanilla Coke
And I won't be back for a long, long time
Let me finish this last bite
And I'll do my best to write
But if I don't, don't hate me
Just recall me fondly
Please

After all the football games
After all the shows
After all the dances
Where do we go?
Track Name: One Life (live)
I believe there's a place on earth
Where grown-up means something more
Than just distaste for all the dreams
That used to burn within you

I believe there's a place on earth
Where memories mean something more
Than cheap nostalgia
Frightened deathgrips on the past

I follow the pillar of fire at night and
I follow the cloud of smoke by day but
I don't have forty years to wander
You only get one life

I believe there's a place on earth
Where silence means something more
Than just the space between
Your anecdotes and stupid jokes

I believe there's a place on earth
Where solitude means something more
Than just a closed door
And a phone that never rings

I follow the pillar of fire at night and
I follow the cloud of smoke by day but
I don't have forty years to wander
You only get one life

I believe there's a place on earth
Where charity means something more
Than just some subway dimes
And a conscience never truly clear

I believe there's a place on earth
Where true love means something more
Than stale commitment
When there's no one else around

I follow the pillar of fire at night and
I follow the cloud of smoke by day but
I don't have forty years to wander
You only get one life

Go pay a visit on your teenage self
And talk about old times
Run the checklist down
And see what of your dreams you've realized

This is where all your work will get you
This is where your choices will take you
This is where the world will leave you.
Track Name: Mean People Suck (live)
Sure I'm numbed, man I'm really bummed
I even put my devil sticks away
There's no show anywhere tonight
And there's no hackey sac today.

Will I have to pay attention now?
Will I have to finally get straight?
Anybody want a beat-up van?
Say, does anybody know the date?

It's not supposed to be like this
Man, the ride's not supposed to end
Sure it's true that we had never met
But that man was my best friend
Just don't tell me I live in the real world now.

Brother, can you spare some sackcloth and ashes?
Cut my hair, dry my eyes, get my shit together now
Jerry's gone and the world spins on.

Pass it here, man, and pass me a beer
I can't deal with this right now
I'm gonna have to get me all the LSD
The cash machine will allow.

Maybe I'll go sell some stuff -
Anybody want a pair of shoes?
Anybody got an extra buck?
Even hippies have to pay their dues.

Mom and dad, send me money please
I need a little more time to mourn
Mom and dad, would you send me money please
I need a nice new car to mourn
And some dancing bear stickers to show the whole world I mourn.

[My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah, I adore it
Hallelujah, Mary loved her son
Why don't my mother love me?]

Brother, can you spare some sackcloth and ashes?
Cut my hair, dry my eyes, get my shit together now
Jerry's gone and the world spins on.

Mom and dad, send me money please
I can't ever do it on my own
Mom and dad, this is my life now -
You had better leave me alone

[Heroin is Nature's way of calling you an asshole;
Heroin is Nature's way of telling you your music sucks.]

It's not supposed to be like this
And I'm calling you collect to say
It never has to be like this
I'm telling you -
Light 'em up, thank God for Trey

Brother, can you spare some sackcloth and ashes?
Dry my eyes, load the van, sell some CDs if you can
"Got an extra cigarette?" Cool, I haven't lost it yet.
Jerry's gone and the world spins on.

Brother, can you spare some sackcloth and ashes?
Cut my hair, dry my eyes, get my shit together now
Jerry's gone and the world spins on.
Track Name: Line In The Dirt (live)
There's a bottle on the ocean
There's a pattern in the sand
There's a clock striking twelve
There's a letter in my hand
There's a line in the dirt
And we all get hurt
In the end

There is gold in the sunset
There is fire in the dawn
There's a hasty ultimatum
And then one of us is gone
There's a queen on my right
Will I prove a knight
Or a pawn?

Don't hold it back
'Cause I won't hold it back
The time is right

Sign
Go on, take my pen and sign
It's all you wanted all your life

Don't hold it back
'Cause I won't hold it back
The time is right

Cry
'Cause I want to hear you cry
In the middle of the night

There's a bottle on the ocean
There's a pattern in the sand
There's a clock striking twelve
There's a contract in my hand
There's a line in the dirt
And we all get hurt
In the end
Track Name: We Wait And We Wait (live)
She waits for a fable
For the start of a story
That she heard long ago
Too good not to come true

I can't compete, no way.

Because the man, the man in the moon
Is cooler than me, so constant and brightly smiling
Oh the man, the man in the moon
Cuts holes in the night and leaves me washed out by his light
Oh to be the man in the moon
Nothing to prove, swaddled in nonexistence
Oh and I'll be sick of this soon
But she'll remain
In love with the man in the moon.

I wait for a fable
For the start of a story
That I heard long ago
Too good not to come true
Track Name: Hell Is A Place (live)
So did you feel it:
The bullet that tore you apart?
And did you notice
The final futile beat of your heart?
And did you reach down
To try and dry the tears as they learned
Beloved son and loving husband
Would never return?
And were you saved
By the prayers offered up in your name?
And were you honored
When everybody came out
To the town square
Consecrate the ground there
Dedicate a statue
A copper plaque to thank you
Fly the flag at half-mast
Say goodbye to times past
Stop and let your mom know
That you were a hero

Doesn't matter

Because a billion Christians swear that you are burning in Hell
For blood that wasn't Christian blood that stained the ground where you fell
Forever locked out of their Kingdom, but it's just as well
Eight hundred million Muslims see the Christians burning in Hell.

Hell is a place made of circles and lines
Hell is a place made of nightmares and fire and
Hell is a place where you need to believe
You are more than the sum of your flesh and your bones

So did you hear the cheer
Erupting up as you scored?
And did you sense the eyes upon you
As you took your award?
And did you notice
The clapping of the hands on your back?
And did you see
Your reflection in the plaque and
In the town square
Consecrate the ground there
Dedicate a statue
A copper plaque to thank you
Fly the flag at half-mast
Say goodbye to times past
Stop and let your mom know
That you were a hero

Doesn't matter

Because a billion Christians swear that you are burning in Hell
Eight hundred million Muslims see the Christians burning in Hell
Forever locked out of their Kingdom, but it's just as well
Six hundred million Hindus tell you they just got out of Hell.

Hell is a place where you're hungry and cold
Hell is a place you see over and over again
Hell is a place where you need to believe
You are more than the sum of your body and soul.

You know a billion Christians swear that you are burning in Hell
Eight hundred million Muslims see the Christians burning in Hell
Six hundred million Hindus tell you they just got out of Hell
Two billion red Chinese don't give a shit
And I say:

Hell is a place where your subway is late
Hell is a place where you never make eye contact
Hell is a place where you're hungry and cold
Hell is a place where nobody is interested
Hell is a place made of circles and lines
Hell is a place where you look old before your time
Hell is a place where you need to believe
You are more than a name on a plaque on a wall.
Track Name: Seven And The Ragged Tiger (live)
Duran
Duran
Duran
Duran

I love to say Duran Duran
I say it over and over and over again
The World Premiere Video is on at eight
For a brand-new song called "Union of the Snake"
I love to say Duran Duran
While I dream of Ms. Pac Man
Come on everybody and say Duran Duran with me

Duran
Duran
Duran
Duran

I went without hot lunch for weeks
Just so I could afford that record
"Reflex" and "New Moon on Monday"
Taunted me on MTV
Till finally my mom agreed
To take me to Sam Goody and I
Saw it shining in its shrink-wrap
In the front display it was

Duran
Duran
Duran
Duran

I love to say Duran Duran
I say it over and over and over again
The World Premiere Video is on at eight
For a brand-new song called "Union of the Snake"
I love to say Duran Duran
While I dream of Ms. Pac Man
Come on everybody and say Duran Duran with me

I ran towards my holy grail
Past High N' Dry and Back in Black and
Just as I was reaching out
A voice behind me called my name
I turned around and saw her in
A Ricky Schroeder t-shirt and
She said she wanted puffy stickers
But I knew I'd die without

Duran
Duran
Duran
Duran

Here's the latest on Scott Baio, won't you let me hold your hand?
Here's a Ricky Schroeder pin-up, won't you let me hold your hand?
I cut up my 16 magazine for you
Now loving me forever is the least you can do

Give me back those stickers
Girls are stupid anyway.

I love to say Duran Duran
I say it over and over and over again
Years have passed and I feel the same
Though I never got that record - now I can't recall its name
I love to say Duran Duran
While I dream of Ms. Pac Man
Come on everybody and say Duran Duran with me

Duran
Duran
Duran
Duran
Track Name: I Hate All The People At My Party (live)
A full-on celebration
A hundred invitiations
I had the cooler stocked by 4pm
The mixtape done by 5
I cleaned the whole place up with Arty
Ordered pizza from Lombardi's
Yeah, it was quite the fuckin party
Until the guests arrived

Now I hate all the people at my party
My heart is full of sorrow
My apartment full of lame
Every loser in six counties
Is guzzling down my beer
And the hotties I invited never came.

There are eighteen Trekkies in my breakfast nook
Talking really loud about comic books
They're about to get their asses kicked
By a bunch of surly punks
It's a big old fuckin trainwreck
Somebody tie the noose 'round my neck
'Cause I blew my entire paycheck
Just to get these assholes drunk

Now I hate all the people at my party
My heart is full of sorrow
My apartment full of lame
Every loser in six counties
Is guzzling down my beer
And the hotties I invited never came.

A full-on celebration
A hundred invitations
The desperate lengths I go to wind up
Playing with myself
Somebody man the stereo
The TV set remote control
You all just make yourself at home
I'm going someplace else

Now I hate all the people at my party
My place is full of sausage
My face is red with shame
Every loser in six counties
Is guzzling down my beer
And the hotties I invited never came.
Track Name: I Have A Rose (live)
So you sit in your room
Like you never understood that
This was real, time IS real
And it's way faster than you are
So you pull out the box
With the pictures and the letters
Thinking: "Anything is possible."

And it's here, in the last
Of the twilight from the window
Faded down to a dry
Dusty burgundy reminder
Of a time that WAS real
So you touch the only proof you have
That anything is possible

No matter how improbable

I have a rose that she gave to me
Three years ago today
I forgot it was here
Dried up and shut away
In the dark
Buried with a little candle
Burning: "Anything is possible."
Track Name: I'm On Your Side (live)
I love Ray's Pizza.
Only two things more American:
Doubles from Coney Island Joe's
The Kitchen Sink at Jahn's.
I love these streetlights
And these playgrounds
And these brownstones.
The sweetest memories when I pass my childhood buddies' homes.
I love the way the little colored lights come out and shine
And paint the snowflakes as they tumble down at Christmastime.
I love my mother
And I miss her
16 months gone.
I love my photo albums
Full of friends who've passed on.

Whatever stupid moron said that change is good -
He didn't spend the last three decades in my neighborhood.

I want my city safe
Respectable
And orderly.
A place where you can make eye contact
And be friendly.
Where death row felons can't be heard or taken seriously -
Shoot down an officer
And then cry out for sympathy.
Misguided kids make awful noises for his evil cause
Subverting justice
And ignoring process, facts and law.
He fights to steal back freedom
But I hope he doesn't.
I know God's mercy's endless
But I wish it wasn't.

What kind of world is this where blasphemers get saved?
Where cop killers get rallies
And where faggots get parades?

I wish that Jesus would come back
And bless us, every one.
I wish Sinatra would come back
And show 'em how it's done.
But every moment pulls us further from the time when
All the red-blooded boys wanted to be policemen.
I wish these whiny yuppies
Hypocrites
And food-stamp slobs
Would learn their place
And just shut up
And let me do my job.
I wish for Lotto luck
And pennants for the Yankees.
I wish just once
Someone would smile at me
And thank me.

For you, I risk my life.
For you, my friends have died.
You stupid motherfuckers, don't you know I'm on your side?
Track Name: The Bowery Electric (live)
I got so lost in thoughts of you
I missed the F at 2nd Avenue
I came in from the rain
And heard it pull away
I stepped back out into the street
And with the Bowery beneath my feet
I squint to see it as it was
When this neighborhood was yours
It never seemed so distant
All that's clear is something's missing

New York City is a little less warm tonight
It's a little less cool tonight
And New York City is a little less kind tonight
And a little less rockin tonight

Debbie's hanging on the phone
Danny's speechless, and hey hey, Arty's home
And now the Bowery Electric crew
Shines a spotlight star for you
While on the streets below
We wander slow, already lonely

New York City is a little less warm tonight
It's a little less cool tonight
And New York City is a little less kind tonight
And a little less rockin tonight

I still get lost in thoughts of you
And in those moments, I know what to do
I put my headphones on
And you are never really gone
Do you remember Hullaballoo?
Upbeat, Shindig, and Ed Sullivan too?
You know that I remember you
Yes, I still fuckin remember

New York City is a little less cold tonight
It's a little less lame tonight
And New York City is a little less cruel tonight
New York City, let's rock tonight