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Humors

by John Lyle

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1.
How Romantic of Me 04:23
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How Romantic Of Me All locked into something the psychics can’t control And the rainbow-fingered hordes are in a hole With all of their possessions, beyond grief and past the dawn While I work to hold back my yellow yawn How romantic of me, how romantic of me How romantic of me all along How romantic of me to have eaten my degree And passed it, Lord, I must learn how to ski How romantic of me to keep my interest in a sack And how romantic to keep keeping track How romantic of me, how romantic of me How romantic of me, coming back All along the river inspectors take their counts While up the country gurus climb the mount Holy little brothers bathe their souls in burning bleach While I work on my music on the beach How romantic of me, how romantic of me How romantic of me not to preach
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Blasted in Hope 03:43
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Blasted In Hope In and out and out and in The ocean breezes blow I been waiting for that sweet ride Like an ordinary orphan in the sand Let me take my stand, soul dance in your hand To tinsel tunes from silver stars, oh baby Sweet low down and all around The lone star whistle blows I been trying to make connection With my fast and lonesome Southern Dixie Flyer Stream-lined and winding fire Stone-blown through the sky To what’s behind our lost tomorrow, baby Eat the flesh and suck the bone And drink my blood like wine I’ll come crashing through your window Like a hot and heartless steaming Philistine Full out to break your spine, Smash your dreams on the door To what’s behind our lost tomorrow, baby Longing eyes are hypnotized Inside the last sunbow Let’s protect the same illusion While the harvest moon is still a memory, Eventual ecstasy’s a blockade to the star And what’s behind our lost tomorrow, baby
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Oh, My Wind 03:55
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Oh, My Wind Oh the wind is like a friend of mine, she is fickle to a fault One minute solid as a tree, and the next not worth her salt That’s why she’s so fine, that’s why she’s not mine Think of all she’s touched, still she gives so much… Oh, my wind, where you been, I thought you said you’d write Oh, my wind, where you been, I waited up all night Oh the wind is like a friend of mine, she has a temper like a carving knife She doesn’t do it to be mean, but now and then she’ll take a slice That’s why she’s so fine, that’s why she’s not mine Think of all she’s touched, still she gives so much… Oh, my wind, where you been, I thought you said you’d write Oh, my wind, where you been, I waited up all night Some blue Monday I’ll be under such a heavy cloud With no way to turn my lonely head but down Then my wind will blow on in and turn my life around She’ll come runnin’, I’ll bet she’s thumbin’, just outside of town Oh the wind is like a friend of mine, her fatal flaw is her saving grace If she didn’t get around, I’d never see her lovely face That’s why she’s so fine, that’s why she’s not mine Think of all she’s touched, still she gives so much… Oh, my wind, where you been, I thought you said you’d write Oh, my wind, where you been, I waited up all night
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I Saw God 01:50
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I Saw God By accident I took a double dose of L.S.D. I saw God inside my mirror and He looked a lot like me Maybe two, three inches shorter, and a little sparse on top He was cleaning his glasses, He was cleaning his glasses With the blood of a lamb chop I said, God, what you doin’ hung out in my mirror He said takin’ a vacation, man, you never see me here I said, God, I see you now, and when I wanna shave I’ll have to drop my razor, I’ll have to drop my razor. I’ll have to drop my razor and wave God said, what have you been eating I said Owsley’s L.S.D. He said, go and count your marbles, kid You’re lucky you still see They’re not here, they’re over there, He said So over there I go, and count my marbles Count my marbles, count my marbles slow When wonder piled on wonder up my alley I can see God inside a cat’s-eye cleaning salmon with a key
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We Must Know 03:19
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We Must Know We must know what really happened (gonna tell ya) We must know what really happened (I can smell ya) Mr. Hollywood came knockin’ at the door He said, what’s a big star like you doin’, baby Not working anymore Big star said, I don’t know, maybe it’s my age Sometimes I think they’re laughing at me Then he flew into a rage We must know what really happened (gonna tell ya) We must know what really happened (I can smell ya Big star spelled his drink and swore into the Montecito sun Mr. Hollywood said, baby, wait’ll you hear what I done We’re on the red-eye to the apple, we’ll get a limo to Times Square We’ll find a most outstanding mugging, the paparazzi will be there You’ll save someone or other from the vicious junkie hordes And when the story hits the tabloids it will strike responsive chords We must know what really happened (gonna tell ya) We must know what really happened (I can smell ya Now wait a little minute, said the big star as he hid His face behind his glass, he said let’s not and say we did And that’s what really happened, and that’s why he’s back to work And I’ll bet you thought the big star wasn’t nothin’, Wasn’t nothin’, wasn’t nothin’, wasn’t nothin’ but a jerk!
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When I’m a P.H.D. 03:27
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When I’m A P.H.D. When I’m a P.H.D., no one will dare to question me Except the other P.H.D.’s, but not when I’m on TV Where everyone will worship me, oh Jehovah! P.H.D., P.H.D., I will be a P.H.D With a bona fide degree made out to me When I’m a P.H.D., I’m gonna share my salary With all my family for everything they did for me To help me finally get to be A P.H.D., P.H.D., I will be a P.H.D With a bona fide degree made out to me At our parties all us smarties will let down our hair Stand on a chair, bare as you dare, you can stare But we won’t care When I’m a P.H.D., no ivory tower will fall on me In my professional building by the sea Where I’ll teach everyone to be A successful PHD like me, why don’t you be like me
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Going Through the Motions 03:48
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Going Through the Motions This little bubble, this black cauldron of trouble The starry-eyed call Mother Earth Can blow all to hell, clean the air of the smell But that’ll just add to my mirth Going through the moves, going through the motions Everything we choose is a preconceived notion There are no heroes and there are no villains Just us little computer children Going through the moves, going through the motions Every means is an end, every end is a potion Going through the moves, going through the motions Every means is an end, every end is a potion Fight fire with water, fight hate with love Wake up before push comes to shove No one deserves credit, no one deserves blame No one deserves a fortune, no one deserves fame No one deserves a great big mansion or a ghetto full of pain No one deserves what they get, but they get it just the same Going through the moves, going through the motions A new world awaits based on the notion We accept one another like the wind and the rain Free as the birds and bees in our chains
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Ranchero 02:38
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Ranchero We have ranchero, we have mucho dinero, In our world not a care-o, Ay yi yi yi yi yi We can depend on our hacienda To defend us when the four winds blow No matter how bad the weather may be, We always will have somewhere to go So when the clouds frown upon us And the rains try to drown us And the wind is beating at our door There’s a song we’ll be making While the snowflakes are flaking And it goes like this, Senor We have ranchero, we have mucho dinero, In our world not a care-o, Ay yi yi yi yi yi

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released October 10, 1985

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John Lyle Sechelt, British Columbia

The lyrics for most of the songs appearing in these albums are available in book form: "The Kindest Lies: the Lyrics of John Lyle", published by Leaky Boot Press (June 28, 2013).

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