Introduction .......... Paul Brill

Guilty Until Proven Innocent .......... Ras Kass / Kev Nice

To Go Home .......... M. Ward

You Blanks .......... Portastatic

Ladders .......... Califone

The Hunt Is On .......... Dead Prez's Sticman

Did What I Did .......... The Silver State

Powerlines .......... Paul Brill

Five O .......... The Last Poets

Paint the Silence .......... South

Trial Theme .......... Paul Brill

Behind Bars .......... Spider Loc

Yankee Go Home .......... Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Things You Shouldn't Do .......... Margot & the Nuclear So & So's

Good Souls .......... Starsailor

Have You Forgotten .......... Mark Kozelek

Happy Days .......... Andrew Bird

Prison Theme .......... Paul Brill

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hoping my mind don't slip
sailing on a sinking ship
into the sunset in day
dark night on a long highway
little lights in the houses say
there's somebody staying up late
whoa-oh

I'll be true to you
oh yeah, you know I will
I'll be true to you forever or until
I go home

God, it's great to be alive
takes the skin right off my hide
to think I'll have to give it all up someday

and if I ever treated you mean
you know that it was only because
I'm sorry i couldn't have you for my own
whoa-oh

I'll be true to you
oh yeah, you know I will
I'll be true to you forever or until
I go home
I go home
I, I, I, I go home
I, I, I, I go home
I, I, I, I go home

I always liked to watch the weather
Hoping for some disaster
To gather us in the dark
We'd huddle up against it
It was a funny little spark

In that predictable world
Of bonehead boys and flipped out girls
I could use that familiar roster back again now
To hassle my heart

Oh to be humiliated
With such short memory
Redemption always waited
In terry cloth, under the seagrape tree
With promises that terrified me
Oh yeah

But with a smile and one tan arm around my shoulder
Politics was foreign, and sex for when you're older
Well that got better, the rest got worse
And now every horse I dream about is pulling a hearse

Well all my songs used to end the same way:
"Everything's gonna be okay"
You fuckers make that impossible to say
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Now I still watch the weather
I drag you outside when the black clouds gather
The hair stands up on your arms I know
And you run back inside calling "I told you so"

While I embarrass my family and friends
And those who just wanna wake up in dry clothes
All I can feel is the brake set to coast
Here comes the steep hill
And now down we go

Well all my songs used to end the same way:
"Everything's gonna be okay"
You fuckers make that impossible to say
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Well all my songs used to end the same way:
"Everything's gonna be okay"
Now I find that's impossible to say

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How can you say your life is empty
So late in the day
Why would you stay another second
Now your sight got in the way
A combination
Of love and aggression
Another second lived

Don't paint the silence black now save me
Don't leave it a day
You got a right to stand or die so maybe
You take chances all the same
Pain comes in stages
If we dont make it
Nothing changes

Now the violence sleeps inside
Abandoned feeling for just a piece of mind
It's the reason why your teething side frustrates me

Now the violence sleeps inside
Abandoned feeling for just a piece of mind
It's the reason why your teething side irates me

Dont leave me to pick up on your questions
Not even a day
It's alright to finish up your sentence
You talk all the same
Pain comes in stages if we don't make it
Nothing changes

Now the violence sleeps inside
Abandoned feeling for just a piece of mind
It's the reason why your teething side frustrates me

Now the violence sleeps inside
Abandoned feeling for just a piece of mind
It's the reason why your teething side irates me

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Try Jamaica
(I) think they'll take you
Honolulu
How do you do?
I'll make a quick stop
My fair-lady pill pop
Before catching the bus to good lord knows where's what
(Catch me)
falling out of line
I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out here

Salad nicoise
Good to meet you
Carcasonne hon'
Stands next to no one
The rake at the door has been taking a tour
Of this tar (and) feather land and good lord knows
that I am now
Falling out of line
I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out here

Yankee go
Yankee go home
The gas prices are getting higher
As the rain falls upon dry land
Yankee go home

Senses burn man
when the deck-hand
Plays a flute which
Reminds me of you oh
That night have some patience
And girls who are singing of strangers and sailors
There are gunfights
There are neckties
A little history
A little sunlight
Alright

Yankee go home

Papa said
Papa said
Pa said get used to it
Pa said get used to it
Pa said it gets so goddamn hard but I get used to it
Pa said get used to it

I don't know where I went
When the bar doors closed
And I don't know what I drank
But I felt quite strange
When I said goodbye
Oh god, I'm scared
But I can't tell you that, can I?

And I was alone for days
When I lived in that place
And I was a walking corpse
When I saw your face
You turned me off
Mama, I'm scared
But I already told you that, didn't I?

Now I know you're tired
But there's some things you shouldn't do
Like giving your time
To people who don't care for you

Feel
Sick after every meal
I'd say
'Cos I know
The life from your burning wheel
Won't wane

Sleep
I sleep every day
Wipe the cobwebs away
I need to be loved
Christ
I'm out of my mind
I need to be loved
I need to be loved

As I turn to you and I say
Thank goodness for the good souls
That make life better
As I turn to you and I say
If it wasn't for the good souls
Life would not matter

Dive straight in on your girlfriend
Making her feel like there's going to be a war
Dive straight in at the deep end
Making you feel like there's going to be a war

As I turn to you and I say
Thank goodness for the good souls
That make life better
As I turn to you and I say
If it wasn't for the good souls
Life would not matter

One good day of the week
And I'll be up again
One good day of the week
I'll be higher than the government

As I turn to you and I say
Thank goodness for the good souls
That make life better
As I turn to you and I say
If you're messing with a good heart
You've got to take what's due

I can't let you be
'Cause your beauty won't allow me
Wrapped in white sheets
Like an angel from a bedtime story
Shut out what they say
'Cause your friends are fucked up anyway
And when they come around
Somehow they feel up and you feel down

When we were kids
We hated things our parents did
We listened low
To Casey Kasem's radio show
That's when friends were nice
To think of them just makes you feel nice
The smell of grass in spring
And October leaves cover everything

Have you forgotten how to love yourself?

I can't believe all the good things that you do for me
Sat back in a chair
Like a princess from a faraway place
Nobody's nice
When you're older your heart turns to ice
And shut out what they say
They're too dumb to mean it anyway

When we were kids
We hated things our sisters did
Backyard summer pools
And Christmases were beautiful
And the sentiment
Of colored mirrored ornaments
And the open drapes
Look out on frozen farmhouse landscapes

Have you forgotten how to love yourself?

Some day
Some happy day
Some day I'll find
I live before I die some day
Oh Lord, some day

Some day
Some happy day
Some day I'll find
The one with eyes that say those words I cannot find

I hope I live before I die some day
Oh, some day
I hope there's tears of joy I cry
Some day
Lord, some day

Some day
Some happy day
Some day I'll find
The one with eyes that say those words I cannot find

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