Index discographique
Tell Me When (2'12"), Left the Beach Last Sunday (2'17"), Bells and Voices (2'30"), Faye (2'54"), Wrong Time (2'23"), Voices in the Dark (1'56"), Green Dreams (2'10"), Blind Cat (2'52"), Georgia East (2'47"), May 3 (2'47"), Nine-Thirty (2'42"), This is a Death Dream (5'04"), Tumblings (2'36"), You Didn’t Lie (2'04"), Oh Jenny (2'07")
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Tell Me When
I don’t know what it was and
I just forgot it
It was really symbolic
I guess I left it
In a dresser
With a hat down
And two ties
It’s all right
That’s just what I did I
I’ll do it again
Just tell me when

Don’t you know that I love you
Stop making me sad
You’re the meanest little woman
That I ever had
Please say that you love me
Stop making me blue
You’re the cutest little woman
That I ever knew
Well, by golly, she loves me
She’s making me smile
A little wine will do her (?)
All the live long while
I’m taking it to you
In a foreign way
You bring me the sunshine
Oh, my darlin’ Faye

Voices in the Dark
There’s voices here in the dark
I have to beat them before it gets dark
I hear them now it’s true
They’re coming even out of you
I just have to pretend that they’re not there
But I’m never gonna go anywhere
I even know they’re there
I don’t care ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...
I can’t say as I never heard them before

Blind Cat
They come around
Take your thing
And put it in another place
I smile and say it’s OK
I didn’t care anyway
I listen for a while
They’re no good
They were just stupid
Couldn’t show a blind cat not even one thing
But we can have some words
I’ll hear your story
It’s not so bad

May 3
If you want a friend in South Carolina look up Charleston (?)
Wish I never have to leave Charleston
May 3rd
We go back very much the same as how we came
Goodbye palm trees
Brown water seas
Goodbye pretty town
Three hundred years old

This is a Death Dream
This is a death dream
In the daytime
I go to the cemetery buildings
In search of books
And never do I find the right one
I just browse through death books
When it seems the ones I want are out
In the night time I go with friends to the cemetery
And the entire time concerns
Carousings and adventures within the cemetery
But all others are insincere and even silly
Some figures predominate and I compromise my
Especial meeting to go with them
I always attempt to get some of these friends to go with me
But they are afraid
It seems I do not want to go alone
And leave each successive night with hopes for
Tomorrow’s daytime excursion to the cemetery
Last time I was particularly upset
Despair that the right books will never be there
Because people will not bring them back and
My reliance is weak
I should find a way to require that which I want
Of special interest in the dream is the night time attraction
Of particular growing things
Which previously were cultivated in horror with another
In the night wanderings I attempt to get back to these to encounter horror
But they — others are afraid or silly
And one or two are not
But show me replicas which are not the same
This I know and am disappointed
Earlier for interest I had a wine bottle
Weird death monsters approached and I admitted them
As they filed past into my house
Not the bedroom where others were
They danced in the living room
Extremely macabre and death-like moves
Others saw them and sometime later expressed horror as they left
Or escaped


Left the Beach Last Sunday
I left the beach on last Sunday
I came a long way
From South Carolina to Ohi-a
Wasn’t fussy about the way I came
To me it was all the same
I left the beach on last Sunday

Bells and Voices
The bells sound early in the morning
They sound late in the night
When the skin comes tied to your phone
There’s no stopping the bells
You said the people are on the phone asking if you want to go here or there
Hey would you come along
And then they either come or don’t
And that’s what you do — you either come or go
That’s what I do — I either come or go
Come along
I left a long time ago and I guess you didn’t notice
Yeah you are catching up
Boy you don’t know what you’re doing

Wrong Time
It’s not the right time
Something’s wrong, but I’m gonna do it anyway
You can put your bloody mind in a paper bag and eat it for lunch
What is God?
What are you doing here? Or there?
I am a fool
Forgive me
If a door is open
I should be back soon

Green Dreams
Green dreams in the springtime
April dreams that bloom in May
Green dream’s better than gray
Come all the colors that bloom in May
The earth wakes up
But you’re not here
Gone driving on home
Green dreams
You’re not here

Georgia East
I shouldn’t feel so sad
It was all I had
I should be glad
Coming into Atlanta
Big wheels turning
Talk about negroes
Talk about the fruit
Georgia peaches
Pecans shaking from the trees
You people sure are strange to a city boy from up north

Oh Texaco and seven south
Montague avenue
Red and green and yellow
Two thousand ???
All those white lines
And bumping time
Keep off the median
There’s an air force base
And a whole human race
Moving until tomorrow

You Didn’t Lie
You didn’t lie
You only told the truth
I got some place that was very hard to get out of
Didn’t get too close
Wouldn’t get too close

Oh Jenny
Oh Jenny
Didn’t mean to do you so bad
Oh Jenny
I’ll give you everything I have
Oh Jenny
Didn’t mean to do you so bad
Oh Jenny
I didn’t mean to do you so bad
Oh Jenny
I’ll give you everything I have
Oh Jenny
Didn’t mean to do you so bad
Oh Jenny