1. Lucky Day Overture2. The Black Rider
3. November
4. Just The Right Bullets
5. Black Box Theme
6. T'ain't No Sin
7. Flash Pan Hunter Intro
8. That's The Way
9. The Briar And The Rose
10. Russian Dance
11. Gospel Train Orchestra
12. I'll Shoot The Moon
13. Flash Pan Hunter
14. Crossroads
15. Gospel Train
16. Interlude
17. Oily Night
18. Lucky Day
19. The Last Rose Of Summer
20. Carnival
LUCKY DAY OVERTURE
Ladies and gentlemen Harry's Harbor Bizarre is proud to present under the Big Top tonight, Human Oddities!
That's right, you'll see the Three Headed Baby
You'll see Hitler's brain
See Lea Graff, the German midget who sat in J.P. Morgan's lap
You'll see Priscilla Bajano, the monkey woman
Jo Jo, the dog faced boy
Jim Milton Malone, the human skeleton
That's right, ladies and gentlemen
See Grace McDaniels, the mule faced woman
And she's the homeliest woman in the world
Under the Big Top tonight
Never before seen
And if you have a heart condition, please be warned
Don't forget to visit our snack bar at Charleston Grotto
All sales are final, void where prohibited by law
You'll see Sealo the seal boy who has flippers for arms
You'll see Johnny Eck, the man born without a body
He walks on his hands
He has his own orchestra and is an excellent pianist
See Gerd Bessler, the human pincushion
And don't forget, it's Ladies' Night here at Harry's Harbor Bizarre
You'll see Ko Ko the bird girl
Mortando, the human fountain
Step a little closer, ladies and gentlemen, and don't be shy
Dig deep in your pockets
You'll see Radion, the human torso
Deep from the jungles of Africa
Ladies and gentlemen Harry's Harbor Bizarre
Ladies and gentlemen Harry's Harbor Bizarre
THE BLACK RIDER
Come on along with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay old time
Lay down in the web of the black spider
I'll drink your blood like wine
So come on in
It ain't no sin
Take off your skin
And dance around in your bones
So come on along with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay old time
Step right up...
Hey, hold on there, little sailor!
Have your tickets ready!
Under 12 are for free
You just come on along
Anchors away with the Black Rider
I'll drink your blood like wine
I'll drop you off in Harlem with the Black Rider
Out where the bullets shine
And when you're done
You cock your gun
The blood will run
Like ribbons through your hair
Just come on along with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay old time
Line forms to the left
Have your tickets ready
See the dog face boy
Hello, sailor!
Well, just come on along with the Black Rider
I've got just the thing for thee
Come on along with the Black Rider
I want your company
Well, I think I'll have the veal
A lovely meal
That's how I feel
Oh, may I use your skull for a bowl
Just come on along with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay old
We'll have a gay old
We'll have a gay old
We'll have a gay old
We'll have a gay old time
Step right up, have your tickets ready (Ha ha ha ha)
Step right up, have your tickets ready
Thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank you
You're too kind
NOVEMBER
No shadows, no stars
There's no moon and no cars
November
Only believes in a pile of dead leaves
And a moon that's the color of bone
No prayers for November to linger longer
Stick your spoon in the wall
And we'll slaughter them all
November has tied me to an old dead tree
Get word to April to rescue me
November's cold chain made of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens on chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
You're my firing squad
November
With my hair slicked back with carrion shellac
And the blood from a pheasant and the bone from a hare
Tied to the branches of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber like a buck shot flag
Go away, you rainsnout
Go away, blow your brains out
November
JUST THE RIGHT BULLETS
There is a light in the forest
There is a face in the tree
I'll pull you out of the chorus
And the first one's always free
You can never go a-hunting
With just a flintlock and a hound
You won't go home with a bunting
If you blow a hundred rounds
It takes much more than wild courage
Or you'll hit the tattered clouds
You must have just the right bullets
And the first one's always free
You must be careful in the forest
Broken glass and rusty nails
If you're to bring back something for us
I have bullets for sale
(Two, three, four)
Why be a fool when you can chase away
Your blind and your gloom
I have blessed each one of these bullets
And they shine just like a spoon
To have sixty silver wishes
Is a small price to pay
They'll be your private little fishes
And they'll never swim away
I just want you to be happy
That's my only little wish
I'll fix your wagon and your musket
And the spoon will have its dish
And I shudder at the thought of your
Poor empty hunter's pouch
So I'll keep the wind from your barrel
And bless the roof of your house
BLACK BOX THEME
(Instrumental)
T’ AIN’T NO SIN
When you hear sweet syncopation and the music softly moans
‘T’ ain't no sin to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
When it gets too hot for comfort and you can't get an ice cream cone
T’ ain't no sin to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
Just like those bamboo babies down in the South Sea tropic zone
T’ ain't no sin to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
When you hear sweet syncopation, and the music softly moans
T’ ain't no sin to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
When it gets too hot for comfort and you can't get an ice cream cone
T’ ain't no sin to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
Just like those bamboo babies down in the South Sea tropic zone
T’ ain't no sin to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
FLASH PAN HUNTER (INTRO)
(Instrumental)
THAT’S THE WAY
That's the way the stomach rumbles
That's the way the bee bumbles
That's the way the needle pricks
That's the way the glue sticks
That's the way the potato mashes
That's the way the pan flashes
That's the way the market crashes
That's the way the whip lashes
That's the way the teeth gnashes
That's the way the gravy stains
That's the way the moon wanes
THE BRIAR AND THE ROSE
Fell asleep down by the stream
And there I had the strangest dream
Down by Brennan's Glenn there grows
A briar and a rose
There's a tree in the forest
But I don't know where
I built a nest out of your hair
And climbing up into the air
A briar and a rose
I don't know how long it has been
But I was born in Brennan's Glenn
And near the end of spring there grows
A briar and a rose
I picked the rose one early mornin’
I pricked my finger on a thorn
They'd grown so close
Their winding wove
The briar around the rose
I tried to tear them both apart
I felt a bullet in my heart
All dressed up in springs new clothes
The briar and the rose
When I'm buried in my grave
Tell me so I will know
Your tears will fall
To make love grow
The briar and the rose
When I'm buried in my grave
Tell me so I will know
Your tears will fall
To make them grow
The briar and the rose
Your tears will fall
To make them grow
The briar and the rose
RUSSIAN DANCE
Davai yestshio! Davai yestshio!
Odeen, dva, tree, cheteeri
GOSPEL TRAIN / ORCHESTRA
(Instrumental)
I’LL SHOOT THE MOON
I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll be the pennies on your eyes
For you baby
I want to take you out to the fair
Here's a red rose ribbon for your hair
I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll shoot the moon for you
A vulture circles over your head
For you baby
I'll be the flowers after you're dead
For you baby
I want to build a nest in your hair
I want to kiss you and never be there
I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll shoot the moon for you
You know I love you, baby
So why don't you call me?
You know my number
392-7704
Call any time
I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll shoot the moon for you
I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll be the flowers after you're dead
For you baby
I want to build a nest in your hair
I want to kiss you and never be there
I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll shoot the moon for you
FLASH PAN HUNTER
The flash pan hunter sways with the wind
And his rifle is the sound of the morning
Each sulfurous bullet must have its own wit
And each cartridge comes with a warning
Beware of elaborate telescopic meat
It will find its way back to the forest
For Wilhelm can't wait to be Peg Leg's crown
And the briar is strangling the rose back down
His back shall be my slender new branch
It will bend it will sway in the breeze
As the Devil does his Polka with a hatchet in his hand
As a sniper in the branches of the trees
As the vulture flutters down as the snake sheds his dove
Wilhelm's cutting off his fingers so they'll fit into his glove
For Wilhelm can't wait to be Peg Leg's crown
And the briar is strangling the rose back down
The briar is strangling the rose back down
CROSSROADS
Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with,
But there was bad blood in him someway he got into the magic bullets that leads straight to Devil's work
Just like marywanna leads to heroin
You think you can take them bullets and leave 'em, do you?
Just save a few for your bad days, well...
Well, we all have those bad days when we can't hit for shit
And the more of them magics you use, the more bad days you have without them
So it comes down to finally
All your days being bad without the bullets
It's magics or nothing
Time to stop chippying around and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, heavy as lead
And that's where old George found himself out there at the crossroads
Molding the Devil's bullets
Now a man figures it's his bullets,
So it'll take what he wants
But it don't always work out that way
You see, some bullets are special for a single target
A certain stag or a certain person
And no matter where you aim, that's where the bullet will end up.
And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's wand,
And points where the bullet wants to go
George Schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms like someone in an epileptic fit
With his face contorted and his eyes wild like a lassoed horse
Bracing his legs but something kept pulling him on
Now he is picking up the skulls and making the circle
I guess old George didn't rightly know what he was getting himself into,
The fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads
GOSPEL TRAIN
Come on people got to get on board
Train is leavin and there's room for one more
God, don't listen to the devil, he got ways to move you
This train don't carry no smokers
This train...
Well come on people ‘cause it's startin’ to rain
Get on board it's the gospel train, yeah
Don't listen to the devil now
People, don't listen to the devil
Satan will fool you
Satan will fool you
I said Satan will fool you
Well this train don't carry no smokers
This train
This train
Wooo, wooo, wooo
Come on people, get on board
Train is leavin’ and there's room for one more
Just trust in the Lord
Wooo, woooo
INTERLUDE
(Instrumental)
OILY NIGHT
Oily night, oily night, oily night
Oily night, oily night, oily night
Oily night, oily night, oily night
Oily night, oily night, oily night
Oily night, oily night, oily night...
LUCKY DAY
The prettiest girl in all the world
Is in a little Spanish town
But I left her for a Bonnie lass
And I told her I'd see her around
But that Bonnie lass and her heart of glass
Could not hold a candle to bumming around
So don't cry for me ‘cause I'm going away
And I'll be back some lucky day
Well, tell the boys back home
That I'm doing just fine
I’ve left all my troubles and woe
So sing about me, for I can't come home
I've many, many, many more miles to go
Why there's Miss Kelsey
She taught dance in our school
And old Johnny O'Toole
I'll still beat you at pool
So don't cry for me, for I'm going away
And I'll be back some lucky day
Well, when I was a boy, my daddy sat me on his knee
And he told me, he told me many things
And he said son, there's a lot of things in this world
That you're gonna have no use for
And when you get blue and you've lost all your dreams
There's nothin' like a campfire and a can of beans
Why, there's Miss Kelsey
She taught dance in our school
And old Johnny O'Toole
I'll still beat you at pool
So don't cry for me, for I'm goin' away
And I'll be back some lucky day
So don't cry for me, for I'm goin' away
And I'll be back some lucky day
THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER
I love the way the tattered clouds
Blow wind across the sky
And summer goes and leave me
With a tear in my eye
I'm taking out my winter clothes
My garden knows what's wrong
The petals of my favorite rose
Beeing in the shadows dark and long
Though every year it's very clear
I should be carrying on
But I can be found in the garden
Singing this song
When the last rose of summer is gone
The last rose of summer is gone
CARNIVAL
(Instrumental)
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