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 The
Players
Jo
Carol Pierce – Vocals
David Halley – Guitars, Vocals for Joey
Glen Fukanaga – Bass
Michael Maddux – Piano, Accordion
Dana Myzer – Drums, Percussion
Stephen Bruton – Mandolin
Guest Vocals: Jennifer Warnes, Kim Longacre,
Guy Juke, Troy Campbell
Producers: Frank Quintini and Troy Campbell
Cover painting by Guy Juke
You
Bother Me; Blue
Norther; Secret Dan;
Across the Great Divide;
Scratch Upon Her Windowpane;
Borderline Tango; I
Blame God;
Does God Have Us by the Twat or What?;
Loose Diamond; Apocalyptic
Horses;
Vaginal Angel
You
Bother Me
You bother me,
you’re the phone that eats my dime,
crazed killer of my time,
you bother me.
You’re the wrinkles in my clothes
the run in my hose,
the shoes that pinch my toes,
you bother me.
You’re not the heat,
you’re the humidity,
and it’s not love that does this to me,
it’s all this fucking ambiguity,
you know how to bother me.
I don’t want to win
and I don’t want to lose
but it seems like there’s something else we could do
I don’t think I’m supposed to be this blue
but you keep bothering me.
You’re the loophole through which I fall,
the wrong number that I always call,
the writing I can’t read on the wall,
you really bother me.
And it’s so strange to look in the mirror
when you’re not on LSD
I keep seeing you in there instead of me
and that really bothers me.
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Blue
Norther
Blue norther’s coming and Jesus I need to snow
Cover my shadow with silence and cold
Melt me into the waters that flow
to the Gulf of Mexico
Blue norther’s coming
Jesus please let me go
Jesus please let me go.
Take this cup from me.
Fill it with new snow.
Give it to the wind,
break it on the stone.
Break it on the stone.
Winds are rising and Jesus I need to scream
down the Llano Estacado
to the Southern Gulf Stream
Blow me down the dusty streets
of the cities of my dreams
Winds are rising,
Jesus I need to scream
Jesus I need to scream
Take this cup from me.
Fill it with new snow.
Give it to the wind,
break it on the stone.
Break it on the stone.
Storm clouds are gathering
Jesus I need to rain
Close my eyes, open a vein.
Let me soak in your gardens
wash your windowpanes
Storm clouds are gathering
Jesus I need to rain.
Jesus I need to rain.
Take this cup from me.
Fill it with new snow.
Give it to the wind,
break it on the stone.
Break it on the stone.
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Secret
Dan
Secret Dan, behind smoked glass
that boy’s trying to keep his future a secret from his past
Secret Dan, burning gas
If he slows down and you look real fast
see him flying through the roadblocks
like they ain’t real
Is it you I want or that automobile?
Secret Dan
He knows he’s got what all the girls need,
it’s that low visibility, that high rate of speed.
You won’t pick him up on your radar screen
but the girls can just feel his gasoline
Come flying through these roadblocks like they ain’t real
Is it you I want or that chrome and steel?
Secret Dan
Drives a two tone, flesh-colored Cadillac,
it’s rolled and stroked and raked and racked.
He pulls his hat down, slides his seat back,
let that five o’clock shadow cover his track
Come flying through these roadblocks like they ain’t real
Is it you I want or that Coupe de Ville?
Secret Dan
Secret Dan
Secret Dan
(Don’t tell anybody)
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Across
the Great Divide
I can feel him.
I can feel him.
Just beyond the circle of light,
I can feel him tonight.
Something’s moving in the shadows
in the still of the night.
Then his silver belt buckles catches the light
and I can see him, in the flash of the headlights,
He’s waiting for me on the desert tonight.
We’ll get in his car, we’ll drive across the Great
Divide
cause he drives like and angel, the same way I ride
and I can see him in the flash of the headlight,
he’s waiting for me on the desert tonight.
I can feel him. I can feel him
Just beyond the circle of light,
I can feel him tonight.
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Scratch
Upon Her Windowpane
This diamond is really real, Joey!
Think I’d buy you a rhinestone?
Do you really want to marry me?
No. I just want to go home.
Oh, Joey, how did it come to this? I’m so depressed.
Well, Jo Carol, why do you think they call it premarital sex?
What do you call it if you don’t get married after?
Well, I think you could call it…
Never mind! I don’t want to hear.
I should’ve gone the way I came
like a flicker in her flame
and left her there remembering
how my diamond scratched her windowpane.
Should’ve gone the way I came
in the darkness, in the rain.
In the morning all that would remain
is my scratch upon her windowpane.
I’m so flatter I can’t tell you,
but Jesus has another plan for me.
And Joey, it’ll be better for you, too
Someday your gonna thank me
for all those girls you would have missed
and never kissed if I said yes.
Your just worried about all those boys
you want to kiss and fool around with.
Well, yea, that too, yes.
So it really has to be goodbye?
I don’t know what else I could do.
One more time to remember you by?
Don’t worry, I’ll remember you.
One more time so I’ll remember too?
Nu-uh, I don’t want to.
Joey, do you take me for a fool?
I know you do.
Oh God, She knows I do, And I do!
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Borderline
Tango
Caballero, your bright feathered tattoos
can never cover those deep, dark bruises
I wear my scars like the sky wears her stars.
Our getaway car got as far as Las Cruces
where diesel guitars from faraway bars
blast out the best songs from our holy wars.
Coyote carnival catches on fire.
All the cops in the world pick us up on radar.
Caballero, you sure know how to do
that Borderline Tango.
The rush of the wind through the engine,
the way you can take everything that I send you.
You tried to kill me but you didn’t mean to.
It was just another turn on the Borderline tango.
Vaya con Dios, Caballero,
for a cowboy like you,
it’s the only way through.
These coyotes know I’m a cowboy too
so their odds are all even on our next rendezvous.
So go back to L.A. I’ll go back to my cave,
let these coyote witnesses try to explain
how your wings beat against my windowpane
til these stone cold ashes burst into flame
Caballero, we showed ‘em a turn or two
to that Borderline Tango.
Messenger whistling from a roadside shrine,
tornado twists down some sacred white lines,
It’s the Borderline Tango
The Borderline Tango
The Borderline Tango.
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I
Blame God
I can’t blame you for leaving me
especially since I drove you to
Can you blame me for my part,
which was just to be born
too stupid to know my own heart?
If we tell the truth, can’t the blame be laid
with the creator who made
this world without end
His original sin,
this world in which you and I live, Apart?
I blame God
He’s the only one original enough
to make a mess like this
even he can’t clean up
I blame God
I didn’t do this by myself,
I had Divine Assistance, yes I did
and I blame God.
I know you tore up
by all of those things
Jesus Christ told me to do.
I don’t blame you for blaming me
for all this pain,
but the things that I did tore me up too.
I know we were meant to be together eternally
and we would be if weren’t for Him
and his world without end
His original sin,
this world in which you and I live, Apart.
I blame God
He’s the only one original enough
to make a mess like this
even he can’t clean up
I blame God,
You’d have to be a Deity to be this mean,
and you know that’s just not me.
No, I blame God!
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Does
God Have Us By the Twat or What?
Flipping like pancakes in my own greasy griddle,
like parthenogenesis, I split down the middle,
Broke my yoke, shattered my shell.
I bet they got a call into the mental hospital.
Mother Mary won’t you meet me
at the laundromat
so we can clean up these questions
I have to ask?
Is my Heavenly Father a crackpot or what?
Does God have us by the twat or what?
Prowling like a panther through the shadows of my bed,
Flipping that selector through the channels of my head,
Off on a safari, I have blown a fuse,
I got electronic animals loose in my room.
Mother Mary won’t you meet me down at the zoo,
we got some phylogenetic talking to do.
Won’t you tell me what the deal is and what it’s not?
Does God have us by the twat or what?
Mother Mary’s gonna meet me down by the river
got the questions to ask her,
these burdens to give her.
Is her Sugar Daddy a robber or a cop?
Does God have us by the twat or what?
(I think he does)
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Loose Diamond
Driving high on the plains tonight,
spotted a falling star so bright
she was falling so slow
I just followed her home to
Paradise, Kingdom Come, déjà vu
I’ve been here before, with you
Do you remember? I do.
How could I forget?
You were like the broken glass
embedded in my flesh
and I walked to Alaska and back
to begin to forget you.
But I can’t forget what it was like
when I came inside your fire that night.
Like you were that diamond
in that wedding ring of mine, but
Paradise, Kingdom Come, déjà vu
you passed me by, like a loose diamond
falling through the night.
You meant nothing by it,
you were just falling
like a loose diamond falls
like it was your true calling
and the night was your dancehall.
Now I don’t know what that star means
or what she wants with me
and I know God means well,
but could you please tell Him
that I’ve been to Paradise
and I’m amazed that I survived
that loose diamond falling through the night.
Paradise, Kingdom Come, déjà vu
you passed me by
like a loose diamond falling through the night.
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Apocalyptic Horses
Once in two thousand years
I get an invitation to ride
Apocalyptic horses across the Great Divide
and my RSVP will ever be
Are you crazy?
Do you think I like to be crucified?
I’d lay down my life
make a blood sacrifice,
for just one more chance
to go dancing on the other side.
I want to move
in mysterious ways.
This earth is flawed like a diamond
but something makes me want to stay.
Mother Mary won’t you meet me out under the stars?
You know they’re burning just like we are.
Did that secret burning in your heart
keep you apart from this world?
Virgin Mary Magdalene,
girl you sure know how to dream.
Suspend your disbelief over all Eternity
Be the road my horses ride
forever,
across the Great Divide.
I’d lay down my life
make a blood sacrifice,
for just one more chance
to go dancing on the other
side.
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Vaginal Angel
Vaginal Angel fell down into your dancehall
She was upset by the truth
and the Tender Tarts in their trumped up dirty rainbows
were upset by tattoos that were trying to come through.
There’s a snake in their rock pile
and he was upset, too.
Scream for mercy, but those tombstones
just cream back at you.
They were upset by the truth
Upset by the truth
Upset by the truth.
Under her blouse were many naked cowboys
driving round and round her Hi-D-Ho
and electromagnetic music that was playing
from some secret station on the radio.
On her windshield was a sticker
that had expired so long ago
In her flame, though
was a flicker
That remained so she could know
what the good girls never show, no
the good girls never show
what the good girls never show.
They’re afraid that their husbands
will find their secret dog teeth
in an empty playhouse somewhere
And Jesus is afraid of where
the nightclubs and the day meet
but everybody’s got to be somewhere
Prepare a place for another bad girl
She’s on her way down here
for communion in this dark hall
with the bright flesh of despair
the bright flesh of despair
the bright flesh of despair.
For God so loved the world
that he gives his only daughter
to be upset by the truth.
He put her in a bag
to be delivered like a letter
to grow up and do what bad girls do.
They give their bodies to the music
cause the music knows what to do
for the bad girl who has forgotten
who she is and who to give it to
the music knows what to do
the music knows what to do
the music knows what to do.
Goodbye and good luck
little baby Jesus
I know you think we’re leaving you
but remember, we’re just
a song and a dance away
If there’s anything
that we can do.
You’re just here
for a little while
Just to let your light shine through
In this dark place,
you will be all right
If you let the beat keep you
If you let the beat keep you
dancing in the street
when you’re upset by the truth,
won’t you let the beat keep you.
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