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UNTRIBAL

Some there are who live in touch
With both heart and mind
Others it seems
Less so

One Genius Song

Road Ode – Loudon Wainwright III

This is the opening track from “Career Moves”, a live album recorded in 1993. One of the best live album I know. If this song doesn’t get you laughing, shaking your head in admiration and wonder (and maybe even dancing) you can’t have been paying attention. 😉 I strongly suggest you get hold of the album and learn to love the whole thing. This track is only one of its highlights.


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(On the road again,
Paying my back taxes, road again)

Well you walk into the room and switch on the TV,
And there’s Phil Donahue or Oprah Winfrey,
And suddenly you don’t feel so lonely.
Even though you’re out on the road.
Open up the drawer and there’s that bible,
God’s honest truth, but you’re not liable to use it you prefer myth and libel.
That’s ’cause you’re out on the road.
There’s baby shampoo, no you’re not snobby,
Losing your toothbrush is your hobby.
Lucky they sell that stuff in the lobby.
Lucky that you’re out on the road.

Out on the road, out on the road.
You’re Willy Lowman, and you’re Tom Jode.
Vladimir and Estragon, Kerouac, Ghengis Khan.
Out on the road, out on the road.
“Keep on going” is your creed and code.
It’s a different way of life, it’s a whole other mode.
Living out on the road.

Well you’re packin’ ’em in so we did ok,
But the people from the record company didn’t pay.
So there’s no percentage, though it looks that way.
Man, it’s funny when you’re out on the road.
It’s your fault, you didn’t draw,
There was a item in the paper that nobody saw.
When business is bad then there ought to be a law against you out on the road.
There’s people to avoid, places to miss.
Backstage access, who need this?
The club is a toilet when you gotta take a piss in the sink when you’re out on the road.

Out on the road, out on the road.
You’re Willy Lowman, and you’re Tom Jode.
Vladimir and Estragon, Kerouac, Ghengis Khan.
Out on the road, out on the road.
That’s where your wild oats where sowed.
You start out a prince and you end up a toad.
Living out on the road.

Room service is a trick, rarely a treat.
So you go for a bite that can’t be beat,
But how many patty melts can one man eat when he’s eating out on the road?
A cat eats a fish, a dog eats a bone,
Out on the road, a man eats alone,
Time to reflect and to atone for his sins out on the road.
Runnin’ through airports at 43 is ok for OJ but it’s not for me,
With a hernia, a bad back and a bum knee and a guitar out on the road.

Out on the road, out on the road.
You’re Willy Lowman, and you’re Tom Jode.
Vladimir and Estragon, Kerouac, Ghengis Khan.
Out on the road, out on the road.
The flight’s been cancelled, you shoulda knowed,
The airport is your new abode.
Living out on the road.

(Let’s go!)

When it’s time to come back to reality, you’re roadsick and you’re half crazy,
So you fit right in quite naturally, home from out on the road.
Back to see family and friends, and to face the music and to make amends,
But coming up for air, you can get the bends,
In from out on the road.
Open that bag, go on, expose it,
Open that window, hold you nose, it’s eight weeks worth of dirty clothes.
In from out on the road.

Willy Nelson has a bus, and a sound man he can kick and cuss, and a road manager to make a fuss,
Willy goes out on the road.
A roadie carries his guitar, and in that bus is a VCR, well Willy deserves it, he’s a big old star,
Willy goes out on the road.
So Willy goes out for weeks at a time, makes a ton of money, it’s a life sublime,
But for me it’s punishment and crime. Why do I go out on the road?

Out on the road, out on the road.
I’m not Willy Nelson, I’m Tom Jode.
Vladimir and Estragon, Kerouac, Ghengis Khan.
Out on the road, out on the road.
“Keep on going” is your creed and code.
But if you keep on going, you’re going to explode.
Living out on the road.

At Long Last

AT LONG LAST

When I

At long last

Have learned
To view people
As I view flowers

I shall

At long last

Have made some progress

Out Of Kilter

OUT OF KILTER

Lost and found again
We’d love to be sharing but
No one’s listening

Earth’s Burden

EARTH’S BURDEN

Gracing the cosmos
Then along came humankind
What aberration

‘Nuff Said

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The Thief Of Time

THE THIEF OF TIME

Sifting aimlessly and also – let’s be honest here – wantonly
Through hillocks of accumulation far too cowardly to discard
Turned up an old page in some ancient long forgotten diary

Smothered in swiftly scribbled promising thought dreams
Up-bubbled marsh gas drawn into an eagerly greedy pipette

So easily distracted back then by each swiftly passing whimsy
Left them there gasping for breath like beached whales

A willing rescuer arrives now, years too late, to find them

Evaporated

Broken Promises And Broken Sleep

BROKEN PROMISES AND BROKEN SLEEP

Drawn into a dream
That promised so much and then
Ended in nightmare

The Collector

THE COLLECTOR

When you talk
The air becomes filled with butterflies
And while you talk
…………………….Surreptitiously
I catch them in my hands
And put them gently in my pocket
And when I leave you
I go home
Take them gently from my pocket
And arrange them
…………………….Like this
On a piece of paper
So that when you find out what I am doing
And no longer let them loose when I am there
I can come home
…………………….And remember …

History

HISTORY

All things considered
Let us let sleeping dogs lie
We’d be up all night