Closing Down The ParkYa know, There's this park, you see, in New York That's what this song is about Where we used to grow up And, um, hang around And then we started moving on And started going on the road We weren't home that much But, back then they had this really great idea When we hit town These parks were prime real estate, you see And if we could keep them nice-looking We could charge more rent for the places around town Now, I know you guys have that here around Boston But, you know, in New York They had this great idea that there had to be a crack-down So we could sweep the park clean of the undesirable elements And we figured, what could we do? Besides vote Perhaps we could tell a song To you Through the musical medium And then you'll know So here we go I really hope so Well, here it is... Rich man smells smoke, he smells something burning green Doesn't like the odor, better put some badges on the scene Put a blue suit on everybody you see hangin' round And if that don't work, we're gonna close that park down... But anyway Yesterday a man was busted trying to walk his dog Cop didn't like his attitude, say that he was against the law Shoot everybody with a mutt this side of the town And if that don't work, we're gonna close that park down... Preach on, my wounded Chandler You know when you're walkin through that park one night Whether your skin is black or white And you feel that particular pressure on the back of your head And the hairs on the back of your neck start to stand up And you hear a (police call) Trust those hairs Because if you're big or burly Or even short and surly Or if your cat's named Shirley You could be walkin through that park And meet with the most undesirable disaster Compliments of your taxes I'm not saying its gonna happen I'm not saying that it will definitely happen But it could happen Because it has happened I mean, it could be you Or you, or you, or you, or you Those guys back there Yeah, that guy, yeah definitely Those three, easily Yup, you Yup, that guy That guy Him Those guys up there Stinky or Scarface Anybody Well, enough of my yacking What about your truth and your mother's apple pie I guess it's all another part of your grand designing lie Should I tell you something pretty so you don't end my way of life Or should I come up from behind with some stolen, bloody, rusty knife Well maybe I should sit by and watch you kill my friends And maybe I can learn to love you and hope you never end Perhaps I can learn to hate you but I think I already do All I know for sure right now, it's gotta be me or you While your uncle rolls his joints with his fifty dollar bill I'm off in some other park, and I'm laughing at you still Laughing my saggy ass of at you baby C'mon tell me all of your stories Tell me about your politics Tell me anything Tell me how you blame your kids Tell me Blues Traveler Index Low RiderLow rider gonna get a little lower Low rider gonna ride a little slower Low rider gonna get out in the street now Low rider gonna move your feet now Take a little trip Take a little trip Take a little trip with me Take a little trip Take a little trip Take a little trip with me Blues Traveler Index GoSure, I won't get the door I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me? Sure, I won't clean up the floor I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me? Now weeks have gone by and my room's not done In fact I could say that it's gotten much worse Amongst the crumpled letters the mood's quite perverse But I got a new TV with a remote control Styrofoam and instructions fill that hole Where I once cleared a path where I once blazed a trail To the bathroom, but I fear that a nail Is buried there no so I step very rarely And try not to get out of bed Inchworm, Inchworm Measuring the marigolds Could it be, you'll stop and see How beautiful they are You know tomorrow I'll get up and I'll walk out my door And life will return to the way that it was But I think I'm getting sick I'd better give it a day It mustn't get a foothold, but it usually does So I'll sit right here till I'm old and gray I need my rest after all I'm wasting away And I just saw a cockroach crawl out of my sneaker I think he's biding his time till I get somewhat weaker Fates and situations can still work out for the best Can still work out okay As long as I'm not dead Oh yeah fates..... And situations can still be alright And work out for the best As long as I'm not dead As long as I'm not dead As long as I'm not dead As long as I'm not dead As long as I'm not dead As long as I'm not dead As long as I'm not dead I'm not I'm not dead I'm not dead I'm not dead I'm not dead No, I'm, I'm not dead But these are the things we tell ourselves Eventual stories designed to amuse It's a game we play and we play it well In fact we're so damn good that we try to lose So we can keep hiding So we can survive And keep on believing Someday we'll go outside & drive I'm still alive What's it like outside I wonder what its like outside Is it raining or is it sunny? Is it hot, blue skies or funny? Is it Wesson or Crisco? Is it LA or San Francisco? What's it like outside? What's it like outside? Blues Traveler Index ImagineImagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today... Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for No religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace... You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope that you would join us And the world would live as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world... You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope that you would join us And the world would live as one Blues Traveler Index |
