Lyrics

Slow Dazzle

1. Mr. Wilson
2. Taking It All Away
3. Dirty Ass Rock 'n' Roll
4. Darling I Need You
5. Rollaroll
6. Heartbreak Hotel
7. Ski Patrol
8. I'm Not The Loving Kind
9. Guts
10. The Jeweller

Mr. Wilson

I believe you, Mr. Wilson, I believe you anyway
And I'm always thinking of you
When I hear your music play
And you know it's true
That Wales is not like Californ-i-a in any way
when I listen to your music
You're still thousands of miles away

Take your mixes, not your mixture
Add some music to our day
Don't believe the thing they told you
Don't let them get in your way
And you know it's true
That Wales is not like Californ-i-a in any way
when I listen to your music
You're still thousands of miles away

Whisper, whisper, to dance and watch my back
Funicello
Though I never met you once
I know your movies,
In the Sea and Serenade
And you know it's true
That Wales is not like Californ-i-a in any way
when I listen to your music
You're still thousands of miles away

California wine tastes fine ...

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Taking It All Away

Oh you sentimental fool
Yes you sentimental fool
Love those broken ways
Made you so afraid
Of that wishful wishing well

Well you're in misery and in pain
Well now you're in misery and in pain
So she broke your heart
And you let her die
Well that's your name and that's the game
Because they're taking it all away
They're taking it all away
They're taking it all away

Yes they're taking it all away
They're taking it all away
They're taking it all away
They're taking it all away
Taking it all away
They're taking it all away
Taking it all away

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Dirty Ass Rock'n'Roll

Well it's too damn early and your eyes are bleeding
From the vicious bottle the night before
And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice
And small talk crawls out your ears
Maybe it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud
I hear it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud

Hey there, hey now, hey there, hey now
Well you can make a pacemaker blink, yeah, easy thing
Make a man's heart go bibbity-bom bippity-bom bippity-bom
Like a gentle drum
And knowing you it ain't ever done

So go on, go on, go on, darling, go on
Yeah go on, go on darling, go on, go on

Yeah, the secretaries and typewriters chattering away
Chatter-chatter-chatter-chatter
chatter-chatter-chatter, chatter away
It ought to make you sick when you hear a woman cry
When she don't get just whatever she wants
But not my woman, she just keeps on keeping on,
That's my woman, my woman
That moving on shuffle side to side
That sure can turn me on

Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll

Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
And the beach is a thing and the bees don't sting
Like complaining from a downtown whore
I got my plasma patches and my hypodermic in hermetically sealed kid gloves
Yeah tell me
Tell me tell me tell me tell me
Tell me
Tell me tell me tell me tell me

Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll

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Darling I Need You

Woke up early this morning
Something wrong inside my head
Took a look around for breakfast
First thing I see is you're not there

So where were you, where were you?
Where were you, when I needed you?
Where were you, where were you?
When I needed you to see me through?

Oh something wrong, now what's gone wrong here
Looked in the mirror, broken white
Lucky to be alive and kicking
Kicking a lot of life around here

But where were you, where were you?
Yeah, where were you when I needed you?
Where were you, where were you?
When I needed you to see me through?

Ah, 'cause darling darling I need you
Yeah, darling darling I do
Darling darling I need you
Yes you know I do

Shefton brought me the message
Said you got out at Galveston
Church of Christ Jesus, Kentucky
Rattlesnakes and strychnine and prayer

So, where were you, where were you?
Yeah, where were you when I needed you?
Where were you, where were you?
When I needed you to see me through

Oh darling darling I need you
'Cause darling darling I do
Oh, darling darling I need you
Yes you know I do
Oh, yeah yeah yeah you know I do

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Rollaroll

You're sticking to me like a dirty joke
A creeping back stabber
Oh ho oh ho
You hit like a butcher with meat on fire
You're lovin' and hatin'
But you've barely time
Rollaroller, rollaroll ...

Flesh don't feel nothing
When it's stuck to the chari
And there's a doornail .. Well, push on over a rollaroller
Feeling the pleasure or rollaroll

Oh, captain quire, are you waving goodbye
And there is garbage upon garbage, run up to the sky
Rollaroller, rollaroll ...

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Heartbreak Hotel

Words & music by Mae B. Axton - Tommy Durden - Elvis Presley

Well, since my baby left me
I found a new place to dwell
It's down at the end of lonely street
At Heartbreak Hotel

You make me so lonely baby,
I get so lonely
I get so lonely I could die

And although it's always crowded
You still can find some room
Where broken hearted lovers
Do cry away their gloom

You make me so lonely baby
I get so lonely
I get so lonely I could die

Well, the Bell hop's tears keep flowin'
And the desk clerk's dressed in black
Well they been so long on lonely street
They ain't ever gonna look back.

You make me so lonely baby
I get so lonely
I get so lonely I could die

Hey now, if your baby leaves you,
and you got a tale to tell.
Just take a walk down lonely street
To Heartbreak Hotel

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Ski Patrol

Here comes the ski patrol
It comes but once a year
On down the mountain side
And they'll make sure that we're all right
And they'll make sure that we're all right
Sure that we're all right

When the heavy snow fall comes
It spins on down the hills
And still the sun shines bright
Aw down and down the hill
On down and down and down and down...
Where the tattered hills lie down

The snow is on the ground
And it drifts on everyone
Makes everybody so glad
Makes everybody so glad
And the candidates who ran
With a long black rabble band
Playing now from town to town
Where the ski patrols are found

Well, that old patrol moves on
And along the mountain trails
Where the patrols are watching out
For those ones who need a helping hand
Will make sure that we're all right
Oh, make sure that we're all right

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I'm Not The Loving Kind

When my lady passes me by
I leave the love I thought I had in mind
Send no flowers or words of regret
I'm not the loving kind

Day by day I was hoping you'd be
The kind of love that would give me peace of mind
But it may just have passed me by
Because I'm not the loving kind

I'm not the loving kind
I'm not the loving kind

Don't believe it
Yes it must be true
How I lost all the love I had for you
Send me please no words of regret
Because I'm not the loving kind

I'm not the loving kind
I'm not the loving kind

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Guts

The bugger in the short sleeves fucked my wife
Did it quick and split
Back home, fresh as a daisy to Maisy, oh Maisy

And the twelve-bore it stood in the corner
Quite operatic in its self disgust
It blew him all over the living room floor
Like parrot shit, parrot spit, parrot shit was shot

Now suppose it was someone familiar
Someone we all would know
Embarrassing denouement, ne c'est pas?
Familiar hyperbole

And there would go the secret plot
The piss had missed the hole in the pot
Like that ancient teenage dream
From soul to poison soul to poison soul

Guts, guts, got no guts
And stitches don't help at all
Guts, guts, got no guts
Holes in the body, holes in the legs
Holes in the forehead, holes in the head
Holes in the body, holes in the legs
There should never be holes at all
There should never be holes at all

So: kill all you want or more
Make sure, do it right
Dead is dead, and doornails forget
And then you'll notice
How the waster and the wasted
Get to look like one another
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end

In the end, in the end

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The Jeweller

Very slowly he sipped his tea, not shifting his glance from the thick double spaced printing he read with his jeweller's eye

Engrossed in his corner, he passed onto the other inhabitants of the room a scrawled insularity of time and space

For both passed him by with the speed of light, not unlike the flow of substance, however varied, into that lysergic entity known as the black hole

He was hardly ugly for his time, and conversation was certainly not lost on him
Drastic measures were called for, and as in antiquity the lonely man was blessed with wisdom to the point of desperation

But there in his corner, developing around him like a sun, was a climate of such rare beauty that sight and sound could no longer be considered sufficient food for the senses

And he had begun to notice, as his hearing failed, that mind and matter were in no way connected to one other, as if in fact the one could not propose and prove its erotic existence in terms of the other

"What does this word mean?" he enquired of the solemn waiter hopefully
"Nothing for desert sir", came the reply, "perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a herbal essence, it helps the breathing you know sometimes". "The bill, if you don't mind", quickly he shot back

And as the patter of the feet faded in the room, for he barely heard them now, his eye slowly began to close, and by the time he emerged on the sunny street he was forced to rely entirely on the other eye for help, but happily it continued its many functions, blinking gently for lubrication, and registering images
It was rush hour, in Hawaii only 10am

So, turning into his street, he stopped at the drug store and bought an eye patch that soon covered the reluctant eye

Climbing the stairs he pondered what to do next, he would call a doctor and have tests made, eat nourishing food and if necessary consent to surgery, the last resort of the gambling man

And at 1am he awoke from a dream and after fumbling his way in the opalescent light of his room he peered into the rusty veins of his mirror and lifted away the patch
What he saw astonished him. Where once was tremulous tissue and membrane was now a follicle and perfectly formed vagina with vulva, overgrown and mysterious, unrevealing and still to the untrained eye

But in the deep dark recesses of that sticky occlusion lay the unclosing watchful eye of disgust in its closing moments, lunging forward and hungry for the cold light of days

© 1999- Hans Werksman