01. WORLD'S FAIR
02. I JUST WANT TO FEEL YOU
Well if you're feeling sad
and you know it's a shame
You've got nobody else
but your own self to blame
Come around and see me,
I wanna talk to you
I just want to feel you
I just want to touch you
I just want to feel you
(I want to use my hands)
We'll sit upon the sofa
and read TV Guide
I get my satisfaction
when you're by my side
Cinderella Cheesecake,
I wanna look at you
I must be going home
now, but if you decide
Well I will get in touch
with you, phone mail or wire
Or if you really love me,
I wanna visit with you
©1977 r.stevie moore
03. THE HOLOCAUST PARADE
Going to destroy myself today
If that's okay
I don't know what's real
What's the deal?
Where am I gonna go?
Going to the holocaust parade
It's time again for me to be evicted
I keep doing more harm than I do good
But I don't know what makes me such a horrible guy
Going to remove myself tonight
If that's alright
I don't know how come
I seem dumb
Who will I ruin next?
Who?
Going to the holocaust parade
©1977 r.stevie moore
04. EATING PAPER, DRINKING INK
Imagine, if you will
Eating paper as a snack
Hearty eaters: try a phone book
For dessert: a paper sack
Eating paper
for lunch, brunch, breakfast
Eating paper
for dinner, supper, breakfast
A library becomes a restaurant
Appetizers is the menu
I like cardboard or plywood
When I'm in the mood for that
Eating paper
for lunch, brunch, breakfast
Eating paper
for dinner, supper, breakfast
Eating paper
Eating paper drinking ink
Eating paper drinking ink
©1981 r.stevie moore
05. CHANTILLY LACE
(J.P. Richardson)
Hello, baaaaby!
Yeah, this is R. Stevie speakin'
Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, you sweet thing!
Do I what? Will I what?
Oh baby, you knoooow what I like!
Chantilly Lace had a pretty face and a ponytail hangin' down
A wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk
Make the world go 'round
Ain't nothing in the world like a big eyed girl
To make me act so funny, make me spend my money
Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
Like a--oh baby, that's a-what I like!
What's that, baby?
But... but... but... oh, honey!
Oh baby, you know what I like!
Chantilly Lace had a pretty face and a ponytail hangin' down
A wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk
Make the world go 'round round round
Ain't nothing in the world like a big eyed girl
To make me act so funny, make me spend my money
Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
Like a--oh baby, that's a-what I like!
What's that, baby?
Pick you up at eight? And don't be late?
But baby, I ain't got no money, honey!
But...oh alright
Oh baby, you know what I like!
06. SHOW BIZ IS DEAD
Music
How much music does it take
(in terms of running time)?
How much longer until even you
Become exploited into a star?
Show biz is dead
Movies
How many films have you seen?
How many do you think I've seen?
(about 3)
Aren't we, after all
All better actors than even Marlon Brando?
Show biz is obsolete
Look at me
I'm singing a song that
don't sound like any other
Look at me
I'm telling you to look at me
instead of them
Books
How much reading does it take?
How many pages are necessary?
Are you truly inspired?
Are you reading right, are you writing?
Show biz ain't art
Stamps and coins
How much of all of this can we take?
What are you doing right now?
I mean besides listening
I mean for a living?
Show biz is not living
Show biz is dead
Show biz is dead
Show biz is dead
Show biz is dead
Show biz
Kill show biz
Kill show biz
©1981 r.stevie moore
07. THE PATH OF JOY
I've been driving around
My truck seems so lost
I should be stopping for gas
But I waste no time
I ignore red lights
There is no one home
Highway patrol don't care
My truck's found its way onto
The path of joy
The path of joy
The path of joy
©1981 r.stevie moore
08. PUTTIN' UP THE GROCERIES
Do you wanna see anymore TV?
Would you rather be helping mom and me?
Puttin' up the groceries now
We just got back from Foodtown
There are still three sacks in the Cadillac
Puttin' up the groceries
(if you want dinner,
you better give us a hand)
Eight brown bags in all
Stacked against the wall
Roast beef and Pine Sol
Come and help us, y'all
Puttin' up the groceries now
Just got back from Morristown
There is milk and bread and a lettuce head
Puttin' up the groceries now
Careful with the eggs
Where's the chicken legs?
Spot the dog will beg
When he sees the vegetables
Puttin' up the groceries now
I'm about to starve and how
There is nothing left to put on the shelf
Cookin' up the groceries now
©1978 r.stevie moore
09. ONE MOORE TIME
Where is my girl?
What in the world is becoming of love today?
It hurts me to think that you're gone
And I feel sorry that everything's wrong
I don't know where to go
With my soul in a hole
One moore time
One moore time
Where is my friend?
Is this the end of another relationship?
It hurts me to think that you're dead
(everybody wants you, everybody wants you)
And I feel sorry it's gone to me head
I don't know where to go
With my mind in a bind
One moore time
One moore time
One moore time
©1979 r.stevie moore
10. FORECAST
Will it snow snow snow?
I don't know know know
Will the weather be forever?
You won't know till you
Wake up and see tomorrow
Barometa pressure's down fifty percent
Cause the raindrop index is high
Expect a temperature of eighty below
You can kiss your thermometer bye
Cold front warm front drinking the rain
Till the oceanic bottle is dry
Hurricane betsy is at it again
You could call it rejuvenation
No such thing as a fair sky
Cold showers aren't too much fun
Lightning zaps and thunderclaps
And the stars have eaten the sun
Bob Lobertini has frozen his weinie
And the clouds are gettin too thick
Smoke 'n fog and foke 'n smog
Don't this weatherman kick?
And everytime the day change, try to rearrange
Something tells me I'm gettin sick
Differentia time zone seventy-nine
The air pressure is nearly on ten
Numbers in mud on the radar bud
Yesterday's with us again
High humidity, my stupidity
Perspiration killed five men
Don't go outside
Don't go outside
Don't go outside
Don't go outside
Will the weather be forever?
You won't know till you
Wake up and die tomorrow
©1975 r.stevie moore
11. NO TALKING
There's a different kind of sound in the hallway
And everyone's afraid to move
And someone looks at someone, but he cannot say
What is on his mind
No talking
No talking
They put it in the rules today
They won't let us talk
They won't let us walk
They must want us to fade away
If you come up to me with a message
You've got something important to say
You better hold it in or they'll beat you up
Write it on my notebook
No talking
No talking
They put it in the rules today
They won't let us talk
They won't let us walk
They must want us to fade away
©1978 r.stevie moore
12. WELCOME TO LONDON
©1975 r.stevie moore
13. I WANNA HIT YOU
I wanna love you
Why won't you ever let me love you?
You are wise and you're beautiful to me
I love you
I wanna hold you
I wanna look into your eyes and see them
You are sweet and you're sexual to me
I love you, love you
Pain and misery
When you won't come through the door
What is it for?
I wanna hit you
Pain and misery
You respect my love that way
What can I say?
I wanna hit you
©1977 r.stevie moore
14. BLOODY KNUCKLES
Everything is intricate
But being is so empty
I've become dismantled
Green with age and envy
Where did all these cries
Come for from the first?
Giving stimulation
Projecting dying thirst
This knowledge is but vague
This answer is then clear
This safety is not working
You must then reappear
There is no punctuation
There is no chapter two
No appeal of sentence
Yet so much new to do
If you loved me so much
Would I make it worth your while?
I'm smothered by your touch
I am bruised to have your style
In the rarest form of pure
Most common in the leer
My knuckles are still bloody
From wanting to be here
The aroma is still heady
From wanting to be near
My knuckles are still bloody
From wanting to be here
Wanting to be here
Wanting to be here
Aunt Walter has left home
Bobby doesn't remember
Where he left his tractor
Aunt Walter wants attention
I'm losing my patience
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Crayons are melting
Teardrops are ice spinning, spinning
Breath like an alley exhaust fan
(J.P.)
Wanting to be here
©1978 szzn. g/jim price/r.stevie moore
15. JUMP OUT IN FRONT OF A CAR
I'm afraid that you won't help me
Crossing the street to go to work
I can't make it by myself, I would
Jump out in front of a car
It would hit me
The pain is certainly much
More than I can stand, man
Every other night I dream
Of dying in the street
Bleeding on the avenue
Where you reside
How the impact crushes me
I imagine pieces of skin and bone
Still alive but, nearly dead I have
Jumped out in front of an
Impala station-wagon
Ow! It has hit me
The pain would certainly be
More than I can stand, man
Every other night I dream
Of dying in the street
Bleeding on the boulevard
On which your mama lives
©1978 r.stevie moore
16. TOPIC OF SAME
No one makes much sense anymore
They always wanna do what they can't
And then they faithfully say they can and will
But I don't know why they ain't
It takes a lot to do a lot
And I've gotten good at the game
So why don't we all quit at the topic of same
Now rock 'n' roll's not a bag of tricks
It's a thing just like building ships
You gotta do good, like you know you should
And as time goes by, you can't slip
It takes a yearn to live and learn
You must pull yourself from the shame
Of growing up still trapped in the topic of same
No, I ain't rich 'cause the rest are poor
I'd like to join my similar clublick
But time keeps pushing me on and away
Ain't got to wave to the public
It takes some wrong to sing this song
And that's why you're thinking my name
"Why can't he be less moore for the regula?"
©1974 r.stevie moore
17. I HATE PEOPLE
Something bad is happening to me
And it has to do with all of you I see
Such a change I have never knew before
But it seems that I have pushed love out the door
I hate people
I hate people
I hate people
I hate people
In a bad mood, in a good mood
I never know which one to show
You always want what you don't have
I hate people
I hate people
I hate people
I hate people
©1978 r.stevie moore
18. HIS LATEST FLAME
(Pomus/Shuman)
A very old friend came by today
'Cause he was telling everyone in town
Of the love that he just found
And Marie's the name of his latest flame
He talked and talked and I heard him say
That she had the longest blackest hair
The prettiest green eyes anywhere
And Marie's the name of his latest flame
Though I smiled the tears inside were a-burnin'
I wished him luck and then he said goodbye
He was gone but still his words kept returnin'
What else was there for me to do but cry
Would you believe that yesterday
This girl was in my arms and swore to me
She'd be mine eternally
And Marie's the name of his latest flame
And Marie's the name of his latest flame
Yeah, Marie's the name of his latest flame
Oh, Marie's the name of his latest flame
And Marie's the name of his latest flame
19. RIGHT PERFUME, WRONG MOUTHWASH
Hey eaux oui, oh!
Hey eaux oui, oh!
Right perfume, wrong mouthwash
There was something wrong with her, I knew it
Right perfume, wrong mouthwash
I could tell, something was wrong with her
She smelled sweet
I sensed her a mile away
When she came close, we kissed with our tongues
And I started choking and vomiting
Right perfume, wrong mouthwash
Her medicine breath penetrated my tastebuds
Destroyed my desire for her
R.P.W.M., I'm sorry
She smelled sweet
I sensed her a mile away
You should have seen her
You wouldn't know she was beautiful
You should have smelled her
Like a flower garden
You wouldn't know
You wouldn't have tasted her, though
Oh my god, like a chemical factory
Where did she get that stuff?
©1983 r.stevie moore
20. FOR VINI
(instrumental)
©1981 r.stevie moore
01. FIRST-HAND