Elliott Murphy


Naked telephone poles can't describe
The way I'm feeling about you tonight
And a feeling on my back like an old brown jacket
Like to stay in school but I just can't hack it
And I'm out on the street feeling like dirt
I'm afraid to get married because I know its gonna hurt
And I say

Oh oh oh - there's the last of the rock stars
And me and you
Oh oh oh - rock 'n roll is here to stay
But who will be left to play

Well I dreamed I saw the king in a fifty three chevy
Had a band on his mind and his hands looked heavy
And he rolled down his window I guess to say hi
I couldn't see his face 'cause of the purple haze inside
And he was born to be the king - he was born to be the man
And he died though he was holy - although I doubt he'd understand
When I say


Adolescent predrug habit - if it means guitar you gotta have it
And you got your axe and you got your group
And your old man thinks its a waste of loot
And you wait all week for a Sullivan show
And you know that's just where you wanna go
And you homework now is never complete
You don't care - cause you have got that beat

So a highdy hi and a heydy hey
And a girls that home on Friday night and a boy that's out to play
And some of us are masters and some or us are slaves
And than there's that boy who knows he's gotta play
And a messy desk drawer full of broken strings
You know these kids and you know of those things


Come on mama please don't cry
Don't you know how I feel inside

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How's the wife with the husband
Who doesn't understand
Why she starts to cry each morning
And the coldness in her hands
And the cold cold ballerina
Whose thoughts of love and life
Have split her down the middle
Till she's cracked like walked on ice
And the prince of fifteen years
With no roof over his life
Cause his parents don't know of his meaning
Or his needle and his knife

And how's the family
How's the family

How's the tired widowed grandmother
Who has lost half of her life
And the overweight aunt from nowhere
Who can cook but is no wife
And she thinks its so disgusting
About the movies that are made
And she sleeps with just a pillow
And a memory that fades
Of a husband who had tried
To do everything so right
Till his heart screamed and stopped beating
As he made love one last night

And how's the family
How's the family

How's the boy and the girl
And the lives that lie ahead
And from two they join as one
They say we'll love till we are dead
And the babies come and grow
And the mothers laugh and cry
And the men know who they're working for
And what's more they know why
Cause its happy to be said
When tears can laugh at pain
And if you love the thought of love
Your birth will never end and how's the family - how's the family

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Well after baby comes around we're gonna go downtown
And see what it is we should know
Don't matter about the city
Cause the girls and boys are pretty
And like leaves in the fall they will blow
Into the place where there's a scene and a screaming machine
They will go
And you can laugh you can stare but we're all in the same damn show

Na na na na na

You might find yourself in Paris in a burning drugstore
And Rome's Spanish steps are just around the corner
You can be in London in a hard rock cafe
And Max's Kansas city got the same things to say
And I saw oh now baby
What we doing this for
And she says you better shut up
Cause you know who just walked in the door
Oh baby no no more

Na na na na na
Oh give me something more
Na na na na na
Oh baby what a bore

I've been taken and my conscience is aching
And I promise myself I won't hang out no more
I see the same old faces in the same old dirty places
I say baby I feel just like whore
I said baby is this what living is for
Is there nothing more
Or is it just to score

You know I tried to find a movie or anything that's groovy
To keep me off of the streets
But those books from nineteen twenty
They don't really help me any
I guess its always been the same sale of meet
And now I don't give a good goddamn where it is that I go
Ill be a hooker or a looker but I guess my business is show

Na na na na na

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I saw your mother downtown yesterday
She didn't know me and her hair was gray
She told me all her kids had run away
They called at Christmas time but really what's left to say
And now the neighbors they don't talk no more
And late at night she listens to the wind under the door
And the cracks in the floor

Oh guess who I ran into in the waiting room
You know they use to say that kid was born with a silver spoon
He told me that he left his home much too soon
Cause no one ever told him about the power of a real full moon
And than he stopped and just closed his eyes
And whispered please could someone help him get outside

And don't tell me you don't hear that hometown calling you
Cause you know what baby your still doing all the same things
You use to do
Wo wo darling you never use to wait till tomorrow
And now you can't wait at all

Hey what's the news in the fashion world
Is it long or short
Is it straight or curled
Does it pull all my last years in a different world
Does it tell your mother
How long ago she was a girl
And even churchmen are wearing stripes
And all the hometown girls are getting in much too late tonight
I guess they gave up the fight

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Like a railroad train goes with rock 'n roll
Like your notes on napkins
And your hooker stroll
Like a big brick wall right across your heart
I won't be there in your hospital room
And I wont be there with a snow blown spoon
And I wont be there during rainy intermissions

You can make time pass with a deck of cards
You can hold your own with alcoholic rock stars
You can wear gold rings through your hands and nose
But I wont be there in your hospital room
And I wont be there with a snow blown spoon
And I wont be there for the funeral of your new family

And when you find what you're missing
You better look who you been kissing
Cause the music stops and you'll start listening
To the sound of your heart
I got a graveyard scrapbook full of sad old news
I got two thousand years of the Christian blues
I see too many gray men waiting to die
So I wont be there when the lights go low
And I wont be there as your habits grow
And I wont be there like some dead fly caught I your lampshade

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I got a heart so thick that its tearing me apart
And a baby so sick she can't tell us apart
And whoever's in the big house makes no difference to me
And what you see is just a reflection of all the bathroom walls
In the cave where the bus terminal monster falls
Into the head of the golden runaway
Whose heard nothing at all
About the Thursday night crowd
How they live and how they love to see you fall

You can be the queen of hippies and I'm the king of fools
And we'll have our bed for breakfast and watch the peasants drool
Till you find out that your palace was only their back room
And what you got are giant soup cans that laugh at your life
And a telephone existence and a magazine wife
And a drum that keeps drumming and a brain that's so white
It goes out into the sun
And you find out why you love the night
Ain't that a fright

Oh midnight raiders break down the doors looking for
Anti society
Pop city dolls who smoke long cigars
Looking for some notoriety
Who could have known what motion pictures could bring
Pandora's box didn't know everything
She'd never been to Beverly Hills

And what you hear is just the dark side of every joke
And the sound of French prostitutes who stare at you and smoke
Under a red neon sign that says god is hope
While all the bleach blond moms
Tell their pimpled bombs
Not to mope
Just use more soap

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I guess you'd say she had what it took
To make most of us take a second look
She stole our eyes but not our hearts
And all the time it tore her apart
Don't you know she died for our sins
Marilyn Monroe died for us

What a body to make us dream
Our thoughts were dirty though she was clean
On screen we'd watch her tantalize
And with our own we would fantasize
Don't you know she died for sins
Marilyn Monroe died for us

Marilyn Marilyn I didn't mean to do you in
Marilyn Marilyn now its too late to start again
Don't you know she died for our sins
Marilyn Monroe died for us

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Three guys pass me by all in white t shirts
They're in a sixty three super sort and they don't like my looks
I'm in the middle of Brooklyn I can't see no escape'
They say the south is a bummer
But this isn't so great

Ain't life a blast
So low down middle class
From the day you're born you know you'll never kiss ass
White middle class blues

Now I'm sitting down to diner there's so much food on your table
You can throw away your vegetables you can eat till you're not able
And you veins fill with butter and the blood won't flow through them
And your kid ods on goof balls and gives the finger to you

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Waiting for some dream lover like a great Gatsby
And then I look in the mirror and its only me
And hey now baby what's on your mind
Do you ride on ancient ships under doctor Ekelbergs eyes to heaven
Ticket nineteen twenty seven
Hey baby I think you break hearts like an ice man

You know too many pictures gonna make you feel sad
Gonna make you think of all the good times
You thought you never had
And hey no baby use to follow you home
Hold on to you at dancing school and call you on the phone forever
But now your world begins with never
Hey baby you can't even feel I'm breathless

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When the sun in the morning and the stars means nothing new
To you what are you gonna do
And the moon and its man just make you feel so sad
Too bad better think of something new
Cause minds are breaking and hearts are aching
And I'm just sitting anticipating
About all the good things we can do
Just to try not and think about you

Don't go away

Sit back lady gonna be a long long time
In line the people all want their say
So why not give me some of this and that old time grind
Who'd mind while we're out anyway
And some dog is barkin' an old time love song
And I keep finding your shirts in my drawer
SoI guess there's nothing for me to do
But to paint your story blues

Don't go away

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All Songs by Elliott Murphy ©1973 - Published by Elliott Murphy