BODY AND BONES
written by Sean Gottschalk
Sean Gottschalk Vocals,Acoustic and Electric Guitars,Drums,Keyboards
Chris Ells Keyboards
Tomorrow never knows
What love will bring
Red blood on white rose
Or a girl for a diamond ring
She was given to the night
And risen to the light
Tomorrow never knows
She had a smile that came from hell
I heard the tolling of the bell
Saint Peter my body and my bones
Are broken from my soul,
Tomorrow never knows
What luck will bring
Another bloody nose
Or a gun in a bank job rink
Man i diddn’t have a dime
So now i’m doing time
Tomorrow never knows
And i bearly knew her name
Was it really me to blame
Saint Peter my body and my bones
Are broken from my soul
Tomorrow never knows
What night will bring
Another dream of freedom
From a cell thats got no key
You know i’d die for her and more
I’d be howling at the door
Tomorrow never knows
And now im at the gates of hell
But i had a tale to tell
Saint Peter my boby and my bones
Are broken from my soul
GREAT JONES STREET
written by Sean Gottschalk
Sean Gottschalk Vocals,Acoustic and Elecrtic Guitars,Keyboards,Drums,Bazzuki
Chris Ells Keyboards
Bucky Wunderlyk parked his car on Great Jones Street
and went walking on the streets of New York City
And theres Mr Clean at the tabbaco store, and he says,
Hey Bucky,
The Indian chiefs have been smoking our cigars
They come down here in their Cadalac cars
They take all our girls with there fancy guitars
And give us no credit in none of their bars
And Custer’s come back and been put behind bars
And the rapture has come down and flys them to Mars
Now the Apache,the Chyhanne, the Cheerokee and Siox
There on the war path and looking for you
And Bucky rememberd as he walked the streets
And said i think i parked my car on Great Jones Street
Bucky Wunderlyk went walking on the streets of New York City
And thought to himself in this crazy heat
Did words fall down and i skip a beat
And there’s Alan at the burger bar
And he says
Hey Bucky
Its the Shiva and Visnu because we been eating cows
Its the Heretic Cats you can hear there meows
Its the Fijian Islanders for military cuts
They been playing soilders throwing coconuts
And as the words fell down Bucky skipped a beat
And said i think i parked my car on Great Jones Street
Bucky Wunderlylk walked on the streets of New York City
And there’s Mr Carroll at the poloice station , again,
And he says
Hey Bucky
Stay pure, stay asleep until 3 pm
Spray bugs dead and tell them it’s art
And make them look in the mirror until they fall apart
And bleed me your words at the drop of a pen
And if i’m short a dollar can you call a friend
And tell her Mr Carroll needs his bail again
And Bucky rememberd as he walked the street
And said i think i parked my car on Great Jones Street
Bucky Wunderlyk went walking on the streets of New York City
And there’s Jack at the bookshop
And Jack says
And He says
Hey Bucky,
Its the CIA
They been coming around here throwing us looks
They heard a rumour that you been reading books
They yell silance in libary’s
They sell dollars for words
They got Alfred Hitchcock for drugging the birds
They say James Bond is the KGB
And America’s run by, the family
And hey Bucky, they been asking about you
Have you got anything to say
Have you been smoking that Little Rock hey
And Bucky rememberd as he walked the street
And said i think i parked my car on Great Jones Street
Hey Bucky,
Do you still play that psychedelic guitar ?
RED LIGHT CALCUTTA
written by Sean Gottschalk
Sean Gottschalk Vocals, Electric Guitars, Sitar, Percussion
Chris Ells Keyboards
I got back home at sunset
I left sunset the night before
And i know that before the sunrise
I’ll be knocking at her door
In the red light ball and chain
They’ll be calling out my name
Well i like the tate of whiskey
And i like the taste of beer
And you got a sweet smile honey
And you like to spend my money
In the red light ball and chain
They’ll be calling out my name
Shes a poem and a ryhme and a real good time
Shes a drug on the strip that will blow your mind
In the red light ball and chain
She’ll be calling out my name
She’s a poem and a ryhme and a real good time
She’s a drug on the strip that’ll blow your mind
In the red light ball and chain
She’ll be calling out my name
DREAM BABY BLUES
written by Sean Gottschalk
Sean Gottschalk Vocals, Electric Guitars, Percussion
Chris Ells Keyboards
Psychedelic dream baby,,,,
Amsterdam City, Saturday night
The moon burns red in the blood red light
Streets of fire, in the city of sin
Hey little girl let the party begin
Well deep down in hell, lust lites a spark
And the dogs of war, begin to bark
Well i love the red light, the girls and the bars
And all of the drugs that take me too Mars
The kiss of a lip, the tounge to the flame
A touch of the fleash forbidden to name
You hold my hand as i do the deal
In Amsterdam City making it real
The devils for sale if you got the gold
And into the night she rocked and she rolled
So come dance with me
In the flames of the fire
In Amsterdam City , taking you higher
Welcome to the club, we call it The Hash Bar
And Uncross your legs in the back of the fast car
If you,ve got a secret, tell me your tale
In Amsterdam City, its up for sale
Psychedelic dream baby,,,,
FALLING PART TWO
written by Sean Gottschalk
Sean Gottschalk Vocals,Electric Guitars,Keyboards
David Parkin Electric Guitar
Falling,Falling,Falling,,,
I’m Falling so deep down today
And Falling it must be the way,,,,
Rain come and fall down today
Rain come and wash us away,,,