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1: | the last mall |
| 2: | things i miss the most | |
| 3: | blues beach | |
| 4: | godwhacker | |
| 5: | slang of ages | |
| 6: | green book | |
| 7: | pixeleen | |
| 8: | lunch with gina | |
| 9: | everything must go | |
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the last mall :: :: :: :: :: :: :: Attention all shoppers............................................. top ^
It's Cancellation Day
Yes the Big Adios
Is just a few hours away
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the Last Mall
You'll need the tools for survival
And the medicine for the blues
Sweet treats and surprises
For the little buckaroos
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the Last Mall
We've got a sweetheart Sunset Special
On all of the standard stuff
'Cause in the morning --that gospel morning
You'll have to do for yourself when the going gets tough
Roll your cart back up the aisle
Kiss the checkout girls goodbye
Ride the ramp to the freeway
Beneath the blood orange sky
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the Last Mall
Vocals, Rhodes, Wurlitzer: Donald Fagen
Bass, solo guitar: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Piano: Ted Baker
Trumpet: Tony Kadleck
Trombone: Jim Pugh
Alto sax: Walt Weiskopf
Baritone sax: Roger Rosenberg
Background vocal: Cindy Mizelle, Catherine Russell
things i miss the most :: :: :: :: :: :: :: I don't mind the quiet............................................. top ^
Or the lonely nights
I don't miss the funky attitudes
And I don't miss the fights
I lie on the couch 'till suppertime
And hunker down and read the Post
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most:
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the gulf coast
These are the things I miss the most
I kinda like frying up
My sad cuisine
Gettin' in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine
But sometimes in the corner of my eye
I see that adorable ghost
And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the most
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The comfy Eames chair
The good copper pans
The '54 Strat
These are the things I miss the most
I had a little birdy friend
By morning she was gone
Birdy good-bye
Birdy bye-bye
I'm learning how to meditate
So far so good
I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood
The days really don't last forever
But it's getting pretty damn close
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most:
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the gulf coast
These are the things I miss the most
Vocals, Rhodes: Donald Fagen
Bass, solo guitar: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Piano: Ted Baker
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Trumpet: Michael Leonhart
Tenor sax: Walt Weiskopf
Background vocal: Carolyn Leonhart
blues beach :: :: :: :: :: :: :: I was scrapin' bottom............................................. top ^
Gropin' in the dark
It takes a crusty punk to really beat
The mean streets of Medicine Park
So I shifted left for out of town
Then I clicked my heels and I doubled down to
Blues Beach
I'm frying
Sizzlin' in the merciful rays
And it's the long sad Sunday
Of the early resigned
I went to Central Station
To catch that early bus
They were gassed and runnin' every which way
But unhappily not for us
Here comes Trina -- the child bride
I said hey pretty girl -- can I cop a ride to
Blues Beach
It's rainin'
I'm chillin' at the Manatee Bar
Well it's a stone soul picnic
For the early resigned
We could rent a paranymphic glider
My hypothetical friend
And we could sail
'Til the bending end
Grab Big Dog a blanket
Angel of my heart
Things may get a whole lot worse
Before suddenly falling apart
Give your roommate Yvonne a ring
Cause if she still wants in I gotta pull some strings
On Blues Beach
I'm dying
Freezin' in the merciful rays
And it's the long sad Sunday
Of the early resigned
Vocals, piano, organ: Donald Fagen
Bass, solo guitar: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Rhodes: Ted Baker
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocal: Carolyn Leonhart
godwhacker :: :: :: :: :: :: :: In the beginning............................................. top ^
We could hang with the dude
But it's been too much of nothing
Of that stank attitude
Now they curse your name
And there's a bounty on your face
It's your own fault daddy
GodWhacker's on the case
We track your almighty ass
Thru seven heaven-worlds
Me, Slinky Redfoot
And our trusty angel-girls
And when the stars bleed out
That be the fever of the chase
You better get gone poppie
GodWhacker's on the case
Be very very quiet
Clock everything you see
Little things might matter later
At the start of the end of history
Climb up the glacier
Across bridges of light
We sniff you, Big Tiger
In the forest of the night
'Cause there's no escape
From the Rajahs of Erase
You better run run run
GodWhacker's on the case
Be very very quiet
Clock everything you see
Little things might matter later
At the start of the end of history
Yes we are the GodWhackers
Who rip and chop and slice
For crimes beyond imagining
It's time to pay the price
You better step back son
Give the man some whackin' space
You know this might get messy
GodWhacker's on the case
Vocals, Wurlitzer, solo synth, percussion: Donald Fagen
Bass, solo guitar: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Rhodes: Bill Charlap
Background vocal: Tawatha Agee, Catherine Russell
slang of ages :: :: :: :: :: :: :: Let me put it this way doll............................................. top ^
And I know it's getting late
I can tell from the planes of your face
That you're from out of state
But here in the Willows now here's the deal
Tomorrow's for squares -- tonight's for real
Drop me off in Groovetime
Do you hear the Slang of Ages
Show me how it's done
Now did you say you were from the Netherlands
Or was that "Netherworld"?
If you grew up in Amsterdam
Then I'm the Duke of Earl
These tabs look iffy -- you say they're good
Let's roll with the homeys -- knock on wood
Drop me off in Groovetime
Soothe me with the Slang of Ages
Show me where I turn
Are you all part of the Dreaming
Or the end of my life so far?
Or something half way in between
You oughta know
Hey -- where'd she go?
Damn -- she skipped dimensions
Was it something that I said?
Or something I was thinking
When she opened up my head?
Let me make it right baby -- never mind how
There's a crazy little place I know called "Be There Now"
Drop me off in Groovetime
Do you hear the Slang of Ages
Show me how it's done
Drop me off in Groovetime
Soothe me with the Slang of Ages
This is where I turn
Vocal, bass: Walter Becker
Rhodes, organ, synth: Donald Fagen
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Wurlitzer: Ted Baker
Trumpet: Michael Leonhart
Tenor sax: Walt Weiskopf
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart, Michael Harvey, Tawatha Agee, Ada Dyer, Catherine Russell
green book :: :: :: :: :: :: :: My coat is black and the moon is yellow............................................. top ^
Here is where I get off
As you can see for yourself old girl in the Green Book
I tango down to the smoky lobby
My eyes adjust to the light
The new cashier looks like Jill St. John
Can that be right?
I'm rolling into the bar at Joey's
They're getting ready to close
And here she comes very "Kiss Me Deadly"
My life, my love, my third hand rose
Flash ahead to a yummy playback
Just you and me in a room
Double dreaming a page at a time in the Green Book
The torso rocks and the eyes are keepers
Now where'd we sample those legs?
I'm thinking Marilyn 4.0 in the Green Book
I like the neon I love the music
Anachronistic but nice
The seamless segue from fun to fever
It's a sweet device
I'm so in love with this dirty city
This crazy grid of desire
The festive icons along the way
The boardwalk, the lovers, the house on fire
She's kinda cute but a little younger
She's got the mood and the moves
It's kinda scary to dig yourself in the Green Book
Vocals, Rhodes, organ, percussion, solo synth: Donald Fagen
Bass, solo guitar: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Piano: Ted Baker
Background vocal: Carolyn Leonhart, Cindy Mizelle, Catherine Russell
pixeleen :: :: :: :: :: :: :: Our man Abu squeezes off twenty tracer rounds............................................. top ^
And that's when she jumps the turnstile
And as she clings to the roof of the speeding train
The Double A down to Sheridan Square
Her cell phone rings
It's, like, her stupid father
Be in the door by ten -- again
Pixeleen
Dream deep my three-times perfect ultrateen
Pixeleen
Born in the bogs of Jersey
Trained how to love and spy hard
Dropped on the streets of Roppongi
Soaked through on the floor of a noodle shop
And when Abu rams the clip in the miniglock
Up on the catwalk inside the warehouse
You whip a knife from the top of your go-go boot
With just a flash of spectacular thigh
Your pager starts to throb
It's your as-if boyfriend Randall
Better keep it real -- or whatever
Pixeleen
Rave on my sleek and soulful cyberqueen
Pixeleen
Penned by a hack in the Palisades
Backed by some guys from Columbia
Shot all in digital video
For a million and change
Flashback to cool summer nights
Freddy can we cut to the chase?
In the room above your garage
Everything about me is different
Symmetrical and clean
This is what I see
Just a girl in girlie trouble
Dancing in the video with gun and tambourine
Pixeleen
Be good my three-times perfect ultrateen
Pixeleen
Born on the floor of a noodle shop
Dropped in the bogs of Jersey
Shot by a guy from Columbia
Soaked through all in digital video
Girl with the sweet backstory
Pitched in a trailer in Burbank
Cast by a cool-enough yes-man
Screened at a festival in Utah
Vocals, Rhodes, organ: Donald Fagen
Bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Piano: Bill Charlap
Trumpet: Michael Leonhart
Clarinet: Ken Hitchcock
Tenor sax: Walt Weiskopf
Baritone sax: Roger Rosenberg
Trombone: Jim Pugh
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocal: Michael Harvey
Featured background vocal: Carolyn Leonhart
lunch with gina :: :: :: :: :: :: :: That must be her again............................................. top ^
She's leaning on my bell
That cold psychotic ring
The one I know so well
So I'm nailed to the floor in the no-option zone
There's about zero chance she'll give up and go home
This endless afternoon
It started on the day I met her
Lunch with Gina is forever
She's coming 'round the corner
Her body's just a blur
I peel out like The Flash
It don't mean boo to her
So I duck into Nino's -- she's barred from the place
The minute I walk out she's right in my face
She's got nothing but time
No use in trying to be clever
Lunch with Gina is forever
Now I'm in my apartment
The blinds down the lights out
The phone rings God help me
There's nobody home
I crouch on the carpet
Not breathing just being
Like meat on the bone
I'm in a cozy booth
Maybe my watch is fast
Another Tanqueray
I'll wait 'til twenty past
I'm about to go postal when she waltzes in
I guess she's a knockout -- hey where have I been?
The waiter never comes
God knows the service could be better
Lunch with Gina is forever
Coffee and a kiss
Maybe later maybe never
Lunch with Gina...
Vocals, Wurlitzer, solo synth: Donald Fagen
Bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Rhodes: Ted Baker
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Tenor sax: Chris Potter
Trumpet: Michael Leonhart
Background vocal: Michael Harvey
everything must go :: :: :: :: :: :: :: It's high time for a walk on the real side
Let's admit the bastards beat us
I move to dissolve the corporation
In a pool of margaritas
So let's switch off all the lights
And light up all the Luckies
Crankin' up the afterglow
'Cause we're goin' out of business
Everything must go
Talk about your major pain and suffering
Now our self-esteem is shattered
Show the world our mighty hidey-ho face
As we go sliding down the ladder
It was sweet up at the top
'Til that ill wind started blowing
Now it's cozy down below
'Cause we're goin' out of business
Everything must go
We gave it our best shot
But keep in mind we got a lot
The sky the moon good food and the weather
First-run movies -- does anybody get lucky twice?
Wouldn't it be nice...
Tell me can you dig it Miss Fugazy
Now it's gone from late to later
Frankly I could use a little face time
In the service elevator
And if Dave from Acquisitions
Wants to get in on the action
With his Handicam in tow
Well we're goin' out of business
Everything must go
Can it be the sorry sun is rising
Guess it's time for us to book it
Talk about the famous road not taken
In the end we never took it
And if somewhere on the way
We got a few good licks in
No one's ever gonna know
'Cause we're goin' out of business
Everything must go
Vocals, Rhodes, clavinet, percussion: Donald Fagen
Bass, percussion: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Piano: Ted Baker
Tenor sax solo: Walt Weiskopf
Background vocal: Tawatha Agee, Brenda White-King
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
All Rights Reserved.............................................. top ^
Songs composed and arranged by Walter Becker and Donald Fagen Horns arranged by Donald Fagen
© 2003 Freejunket Music/Zeon Music ASCAP admin. by Len Freedman Music, Inc.
Recorded at Sear Sound, NYC; Skyline Studios, NYC; River Sound, NYC; Hyperbolic Sound, Maui; Bearsville Studios, Bearsville, NY
Engineers: Elliott Scheiner, TJ Doherty, Dave Russell, Roger Nichols
Assistant Engineers: Suzy Barrows, TJ Doherty, Steve Mazur, Keith Nelson, Todd Parker. Matt Scheiner
Additional editing: Larry Alexander
Horn consultant: Michael Leonhart
Piano tuning/maintenance: Sam Berd
Drum tuning/maintenance: Artie Smith
Equipment maintenance: Russell "Skip" Gildersleeve
Digital Transfers: Toy Specialists
Mixed by: Elliot Scheiner at Presence Studios, Westport, CT
Mix Assistant: Joe Peccerillo
Mastering: Darcy Proper, Sony Music Studios
Production Manager: Jill Dell'Abate
Management: Irving Azoff/azoffmusic management;
Jeff Kramer/OK Management
Technical Support: Meyer Sound, Opcode, Digidesign, Mesa/Boogie, Bogner Amplification, Groove Tube, Avalon, GML
Mr. Becker's basses and guitars: Roger SadowskyBill Charlap appears courtesy of Blue Note Records
Design: Carol Bobolts/ Red Herring Design
Cover design: WB
Photography: Charles Gullung, Photonica (cover);
Danny Clinch (band); Sara Foldenauer (watches)
Steely Dan thanks Ted, Keith, Bill, Jon and Hugh; Elliot, Dave, TJ, Joe and Roger; Artie, Sam, Skip, Steve and Todd; Jill; Walter and Roberta at Sear Sound; Carol Bobolts
Donald Fagen thanks my beautiful wife and muse, Libby Titus Fagen
Walter Becker thanks Irving Azoff, Mixmaster E.S., Josie & Jill, Da Kine Dave, Stratmaster Skip, the excellent dubmaster Mr. "T. to tha J.D."; especially Marsha Gleeman and Sabrina Brulee; Susan Markheim, Tom Consolo and azoffmusic; Len Freedman; Roger Sadowsky and Sadowsky Guitars; most definitely, Marsha Levy-Warren; The Cutiepie and The Count; and above all, my Ideal Gal, the incomparable & exquisite F. Skirtt de Novo, D.C.
Produced by Walter Becker and Donald Fagen
© 2003 Reprise Records
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