Overture .......... Fisk, Steve / Gibbard, Benjamin

Never Intended

The Motorcycle Song .......... Guthrie, Arlo

Eye Flys .......... Melvins

Punk Rock

Banned in D.C. .......... Bad Brains

Up Around the Bend .......... Creedence Clearwater Revival

Put Some Sugar on It .......... Half Japanese

Son of a Gun .......... Vaselines

Graveyard .......... Butthole Surfers

Hardcore Wad Dead

Owner's Lament .......... Scratch Acid

Touch Me I'm Sick .......... Mudhoney

Car Radio

The Passenger .......... Pop, Iggy

The Bourgeois Blues .......... Leadbelly

New Orleans Instrumental No. 1 .......... REM

The Limelight

The Man Who Sold the World .......... Bowie, David

Museum .......... Lanegan, Mark

Indian Summer .......... Gibbard, Benjamin

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words and music by Arlo Guthrie

CHORUS:
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy...cle

It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:

CHORUS

This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle.
Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin'
my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a
mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was
a cliff in the air.

Now, when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles
an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin'
a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar.
Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater
on the box side than on the neck side, because there's
more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..

Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff.
I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down
at the same time.

I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some
trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last
trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided
to write one last farewell song to the world.

Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper.
I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle

And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy ...cle."

I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't
have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.

But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I
landed on the top of a police car. And he died. I drove away
on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin'
175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.

I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around
the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned
itself off.

I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin'
pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the
eye and said "Nothin'".

You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just
squashed a cop...

CHORUS

I lay like you
I feel the same
Eye flys like you
In touch between
In fact it's moon
Don't blame the rain
That brings you here
And ask yourself
To prove that
you're able
To be brave

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Banned in D.C. with a thousand more places to go.
Gonna swim across the Atlantic, cause that's the only place I can go.

You, you can't hurt me, me I'm banned in D.C. D.C.

We, we got ourselves, gonna sing it, gonna love it, gonna work it out to any length.
Don't worry, no worry, about what people say.
We got ourselves, we gonna make it anyway.

You, you can't hurt me, why I'm banned in D.C. D.C. D.C.

And if you ban us from your clubs, it's the right time, with the right mind.
And if you think we really care, then you won't find in my mind.
Noooo! You can't afford, to close your doors, so soon no more.

My oh my i lay you down upon the ground so soon no more.
Nooo you can't afford to close your doors so soon no more.

My oh my i let you down upon the ground

Theres a place up ahead and Im goin just as fast as my feet can fly
Come away, come away if youre goin, leave the sinkin ship behind.

Chorus:
Come on the risin wind, were goin up around the bend.

Ooh!
Bring a song and a smile for the banjo, better get while the gettins good,
Hitch a ride to the end of the highway where the neons turn to wood.

Chorus

Oooh!
You can ponder perpetual motion, fix your mind on a crystal day,
Always time for a good conversation, theres an ear for what you say.

Chorus
Yeah!

Oooh!
Catch a ride to the end of the highway and well meet by the big red tree,
Theres a place up ahead and Im goin, come along, come along with me.

Chorus

Yeah!
Do do doo do...

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Swing swing up and down,
Turn turn turn around,
Round round round and about and over again.
Gun gun son of a gun,
You are the only one, And no one else can take my place.

The sun shines in the bedroom when you play,
And the raining always starts when you go away.

You lie in the graveyard
Well you're rotting away
When I talk to you daily
You`ve got nothing to say
You lie in the graveyard
Well you are down making plans
Well you control all my thoughts
Well you make dust fall

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(one, two)
ooh
wow
ooh
I feel bad, and I've felt worse
I'm a creep, yeah, I'm a jerk

Come on
Touch me, I'm sick

wow
I won't live long, and I'm full of rot
Gonna give you - girl - everything I got

Touch me, I'm sick, yeah
Touch me, I'm sick

Come on baby, now come with me
If you don't come
If you don't come
If you don't come
You'll die alone

wow
ooh

I'm diseased, I don't mind
I'll make you love me 'till the day you die

Come on
Touch me, I'm sick
ahhh
Fuck me, I'm sick

Come on baby, now come with me
If you don't come
If you don't come
If you don't come
You'll die alone

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I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the citys backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, theyre bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the citys a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
Well be the passenger
Well ride through the city tonight
See the citys ripped insides
Well see the bright and hollow sky
Well see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the citys ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
cause it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see whats mine
Singing...
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his windows eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, lets ride and ride and ride and ride...
Singing...

Lord, in a bourgeois town
It's a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

Home of the brave, land of the free
I don't wanna be mistreated by no bourgeoisie
Lord, in a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

Well, me and my wife we were standing upstairs
We heard the white man say "I don't want no niggers up there"
Lord, in a bourgeois town
Uhm, bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

Well, them white folks in Washington they know how
To call a colored man a nigger just to see him bow
Lord, it's a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

I tell all the colored folks to listen to me
Don't try to find you no home in Washington, DC
`Cause it's a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

Instrumental

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We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died along, a long long time ago

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World

You hear them call your name
From your room
Far removed
Don't let 'em use you in, every way
Stay unchained
Around and round you go
They'll never know, what you've seen
Why have you turned away
You can believe, believe in me
Couldn't you try one time
See if they'll run, for a while
It's a solitary star
Shining precious light
Light on me
When I see your eyes
Tell me what you find
But I oughtta know, by now
Did you hear them call your name
From your room
Far removed
I'd only use you in, every way
Stay unchained
It's a solitary star
Shining precious light
Light on me

Breakfast in cemetery
Boy tasting wild cherry
Touch girl apple blossom
Just a boy playin' possum

We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
And go our separate ways

What is that cheeful sound
Rain fallin' on the ground
We'll wear a jolly crown
Buckle up, we're wayward bound

We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
And go our separate ways

I touch your hand you say
Let's stroll down Marveney Lane
Pick plums, abandon farm
You'll let none come to harm

We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer

Cover me with rain
Walk me down the lane
I'll drink from your drain
And we will never change
No matter what they say

We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
And go our separate ways

Motorbike to cemetery
Picnic on wild berries
French toast with molasses
Croque and baked Alaskas

We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
Cover me with rain