Our Beloved Revoultionary Sweetheart Lyrics

Eye of Fatima
He's got the on the wall of his room
Two bottles of tequila, three cats and a broom
He's got an 18-year-old angel and she's all dressed in black
He's got 15 nickles [bindles?] of cocaine tied up in a sack
And this here's a government experiment and we're driving like Hell
To give some cowboys some Acid and to stay in motels
We're going to eat up some wide open spaces
Like it was a cruise on the Nile
Take the hands off the clock, we're going to be here a while
And I am the on the wall of the motel room
And cowboys on acid are like Egyptian cartoons
And no one ever conquered Wyoming from the left or from the right
But you can stay in motel rooms and stay up all night

(Part II is instrumental)

O Death
My name is death and I excel
I can open the gates to Heaven or Hell
Cast aside the flesh of thee
Cast aside and set you free

(chorus, sang 2x each time:)

Oh-oh Death, Oh-oh-oh Death,
Can't you spare me over till another year

I lock their jaws so they can't talk,
Stiffen their legs so they can't walk
Close their eyes so they can't see
The chill you feel, it comes from me

(chorus)

Oh Ma-ma mama come to my bed
Place a cold rag on my head
My eyes are aching and I cannot see
I feel the sheet pulling over me

(chorus)

She Divines Water
How can I believe that everything in this world
is going to be fine?
How can I believe that everything in this world
has its place and time?

When I lay down to sleep, I feel the world spin
Slightly off axis, it's shaped like a fig
And when I lie next to you, I shiver and shake
You tell me you love me, I dream I'm awake

How can I believe tha everything in this world
is going to be fine?
And how can I believe that everything in this world
has its place and time?

'Cause when I lay down to sleep, I have the same dream
Of a world-famous actress in a pink limousine
And she flies through the sky in that pink Cadillac
While the boys of the Press, we drink vodka in back
And she tells us our fortune by crumbling leaves
And she teaches us card tricks, the Jack makes us weak
She divines water by dancing a jig for the boys of the Press
She will whistle [wrestle?] a pig


Devil Song
Hey, ya wanna start a fire?
One that will never go out?
Burn a hole through the center of my mind
Let all the bad thoughts out
This is not a love affair
This is something more complex
Hey, ya wanna start a war?
I'm tired of this old one

And history is true
And it goes round in circles
Burn down the house, there's a devil in the closet
And everything I say is true
And I go round in circles
I'll burn down the house, there's a devil in the closet

Hey, ya wanna start a fire?
One that will never go out?
Burn a hole through the center of my mind
Let all the bad thoughts out
This is not a love affair
This is something more comlex
Hey, ya wanna start a war?
I'm tired of this old one


One of These Days
One of these days
When you figure, figure it all out
Well be sure to let me know
Well I'll be waiting right here
Come and whisper in my ear what it is I want to know

One of these days, gonna get into it way on over our heads
And you'll find that there's no place to hide
But if you fight and if you fail, don't fall back into yourself
You can fall back on me

One of these days
When you figure it, figure it all out
Put your lips against my ear
Tell me it all
Or tell me just a little bit, you know
You know it's what I wanna hear

One of these days
When you figure, figure it all out
Well be sure to let me know
Well I'll be waiting right here
Come and whisper in my ear what it is I wanna know

One of these days
When you figure, figure it all out
Put your lips against my ear
Tell me it all,
Or tell me just a little bit, you know
You know it's what I wanna hear


Turquoise Jewelry
Come down from your treehouse condominuim
And start driving around that station wagon
with the wood on the side
A-take off that jumpsuit, you look like Grace Slick
A-stayin' up all night & drinkin' that 7-11 coffee
And take off your turquoise jewelry
A-shake your medicine rattle
And [fill us up with your nerve?]
(Strange grunt-like noises accompanied by sliding trombone here)
A-put on your French skirt
(Same noises)
A-come sit down next to your man, he's hankering for some company
A-come sit down next to yor man and let him cough in your ear
'Cuz you bring me a-sticks and stones
A-you bring me everything

A-take off your turquoise jewelry
A-shake your medicine rattle
'Cuz you bring me a-sticks and stones
A-you bring me a-everything


Waka
Instrumental


Change Your Mind
Walk, oh walk away
Put my head down on the table, rub two coins together in my pocket
For good luck
'Cuz how far can you walk in a night so desolate
Though the moon may cross from horizon to horizon
Change your mind, you can change your mind
I'll be glad to let ya, even if you walk away


My Path Belated
I could tell a story, but I cannot wake my husband up from sleep
"I could have married others" says the actress in a
pornographic film

Oh mother o mother of mine
I'm not saying this love is wrong, just that I need a ride
And if you, o mother o mother of mine
Have fallen in love with a man who imports cola, that would be fine

Though he has a good job
I hope he has a friend among the polit-o-bureau
His eyebrows grow together
People in the office are bound to talk

And as the full moon comes
And the have all gone [run?] off to die in peace
And as the scent grows strong
I hope you make it to the bank by 8 a.m.

Mother's plucking eybrows, seem to grow while she is fast asleep
There are explanations
That seem to matter less and less each passing day

And as the full moon comes, etc....

Never Go Back
Never gonna go back to the Rat and play
another Mafia show again
For a man who's had more feet kicked in his face than I can
begin to count

And if you see me sitting around
Thinking the same old thoughts over and over again
Or going back to old ways I've long ago abandoned,
Please tell me

Never go back

There might come a time when things between us get
Just a little bit too weird
We'll move to different cities for a temporary vacation
But it's just as you feared

Never go back

If you see me sitting around
Thinking the same old thoughts over and over again
Or going back to old ways I've long ago abandoned,
Please, tell me

Never go back


The Fool
Instrumental


Tania
Oh, my beloved
How I long to see your face
Photogragraphed in fifteen second intervals
Vaults in a bank in San Leandro
A Polaroid of you and Cinque
With a seven-headed dragon
In a house in Daly City

Don't be sad, my beloved
They say your father never liked Steven Weed anyway
Hired a detective
To follow him around

Oh, my beloved revolutionary sweetheart
I can see your newsprint face turn yellow in the gutter
It makes me sad
How I long for the days when you came to liberate us from boredom
from driving around from the hours between five to seven in the evening
My beloved,
We carry your gun deep within our hearts
For no better reason than our lives have no meaning
And we want to be on television


Life is Grand
And life is grand
And I will say this at the risk of falling from favor
With those of you who have appointed yourselves
To expect us to say something darker

And love is real
And though I realize this is not a deep observation
To those of you who find it necessary
To conceal love or obscure it, as is the fashion