Good morning heartache, you’re like an old friend, come and see me again.
Good morning heartache, you’re like an old friend, come and see me again.
If I fall back down, you’re gonna help me back up again.
Come on baby won’t you show me what you got – I want your salvation.
Now everybody, do the propaganda, and sing along to the age of paranoia.
It’s a holiday in Cambodia. It’s tough, kid, but it’s life.
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home. Welcome to paradise.
This is a public service announcement. This is only a test.
Troubled times, you know I cannot lie. I’m off the wagon, and I’m hitchin’ a ride.
So take off your shoes, child, and take off your hat. Try on your wings and find out where it’s at.
I have no belief, but I believe I’m a walking contradiction and I ain’t got no right.
Who would’ve thought that the dreams come true? And who would’ve thought I ended up with you?
When I got the music, I got a place to go.
This is not Churchill Downs, this is not Hollywood Park.
Don’t you want somebody to love? Don’t you need somebody to love?
You want it all, but you can’t have it.
Seven thirty seven coming out of the sky – won’t you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride. I want to move, playing in a traveling band.
We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind. We’ll cut you once in your heart and your mind.
Left a good job in the city, working for the man every night and day, and I never lost one minute of sleeping, worrying ‘bout the way things might have been.
Why are you listening to all the things they tell you every day? Why are you listening, what happened to your own mind anyway?
Well, I’ve got a fever, I’m a non-believer, I’m in a state of grace, for I am the Caesar, I’m gonna seize the day.
Someday love will find you, true love won’t desert you.
You shouldn’t try to look so good if you don’t wanna be misunderstood.
The heart of rock and roll is still beating.
There are very few bands that have better expressed the pure joy, the pure jubilation of music.
Wherein I find my appetite for this slice of space blues.
Don’t call this a jam band… album.