All songs by Eric Clark. Recorded straight to cassette, fall 2007, in San Francisco. 

Album and track artwork by Eric Clark.  www.ericclarkart.com

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Low Down Times

Babaji Yall

Loose Cannon

1234... 

Don’t have to be a movie star 
For me to like you as you are 
Don’t have to buy me diamond rings 
I’ll be satisfied with anything 

Shine that spotlight over here 
Lend me all your pretty ears because 
Soon this show will end 

If they say hurry, or take it slow 
It don’t matter cuz you know where to go 
Left down the avenue, right up the street 
Even hot pavement will be cool to your feet 

Don’t have to be a movie star 
For me to like you as you are 
Don’t have to buy me diamond rings 
I’ll be satisfied with anything 

Set lights flash from hidden towers 
Lines that last for hours and hours 
But this time they want you 

A few weeks later, the film is complete 
Now the whole nation wants a box office seat 
Who would have guessed you had the golden touch? 
The greatest sensation since Starsky and Hutch 

Don’t have to be a movie star 
For me to like you as you are 
Don’t have to buy me diamond rings 
I’ll be satisfied with anything 

Send that fan mail to the ghetto 
Sing that alto in falsetto 
Then let me shake your hand 

Roll the red carpet, make sure you’re in view 
A standing ovation is sure to ensue 
Pose for the cameras and wave when you laugh 
Cuz someone might want your autograph 

Don’t have to be a movie star 
For me to like you as you are 
Don’t have to buy me diamond rings 
I’ll be satisfied with anything 

You may need a long vacation 
To mend this weary situation 
And shades to hide your eyes 

There ain’t no ticket to get on this train 
The ride comes free with fortune and fame 
Conductor don’t carry no aces or spades 
He already knows that your dues have been paid

This track along with Cutleri's debut album, We Sink Ships, is available for download at http://cutleri.bandcamp.com/album/we-sink-ships

Christen Napier ~ lead vocals, banjo, ankle bells, bass drum, chimes 
Jessie Shaffer ~ supporting vocals, violin, ankle bells, tiller, cymbal 
Heidi Harris ~ supporting vocals, clarinet, ankle bells, glockenspiel, harmonica, hand drum with knitting needles

Lilting

Jumpin the Gun

People Suck (Mixed Message)

"The Egyptian Swing" from Cutleri's debut album, We Sink Ships. Available for download at http://cutleri.bandcamp.com/album/we-sink-ships

The Egyptian Swing

A work in progress...
Through the fair I wait, to know just what's at stake... and no~one knows what's gone until it's there... and that is just so very unfair. Through the fair I wait.

here's a version with orchestration by freddiehangoler http://soundcloud.com/heidi-harris-1/unfair-with-freddiehangoler

Unfair (song sketch)

http://alonzocatfarm.bandcamp.com/album/low-down-times

start early/finish late 

i want a skinny girl 
with perfect breasts 
who waits on my love 
and doesn't need to be impressed 

start early, finish late 

give me a woman 
who speaks no language 
doesn't know the meaning 
of the word damaged 

start early, finish late 

some scrawny waif 
some little nothin chick 
who's probably a model 
workin on her doctorate 

start early, finish late

Start Early / Finish Late

http://alonzocatfarm.bandcamp.com/album/low-down-times

praying for rain 

new year's day 
and the phone don't ring 
i want to go away with 
what's left of my will to live 

new year's day 
i haven't seen my daughter 
if i had her 
i wouldn't have to look any further 

praying for rain 

new year's day 
i don't want to make a sound 
something has to come to me 
or i might as well leave town 

praying for rain 

new year's day 
last year of my life 
praying for rain is the 
only thing that seems right 

praying for rain 

rain brings the flowers 
rain drowns the flowers....

Praying for Rain

First It Begins

http://alonzocatfarm.bandcamp.com/album/low-down-times

room 68 (the angels) 

it's at the end of the hall 
looking out on a rockslide 
it's as good as any place to hide 
and the angels are riding down broadway 
to the sea 
to the sea 

there's the parsley sellin con man 
and the sun shines everyday 
after the fog burns away 
and the angels are riding down broadway 
to the sea 
to the sea 

i'm at the gold dust lounge 
just trying to stay alive 
and it ain't workin 
i'm at mr. bing's 
just dying to stay alive 
and it ain't workin 
and the angels are riding down broadway 
to the sea 
to the sea 

it's at the end of the hall 
lookin out on a rockslide 
it's as good as any place to hide 
and the angels are riding down broadway 
to the sea 
to the sea 

lovely maria works the night desk 
and the man across the hall 
laughs at nothing at all 
and the angels are riding down broadway 
to the sea 
to the sea

Room 68 (The Angels)

http://alonzocatfarm.bandcamp.com/album/low-down-times

limitless 

i ran out of dreams 
like you run out of smoke 
i ran out of vision 
i ran out of hope 

everything ran out 
everything ran out 
everything ran out 
that i thought was limitless 

i ran out of love 
like you run out of words 
i ran out of ambition 
i ran out of nerve 

and everyone ran out 
everyone ran out 
everyone ran out 
that i thought was limitless 

i was asleep 
writing songs in my sleep 
i was asleep-- listen! 
i'm singing songs in my sleep 
i was asleep 
beautiful songs 
and everything was limitless

Limitless

http://alonzocatfarm.bandcamp.com/album/low-down-times

low down times 

i brushed past richard gere 
he was heavy with cologne 
i had no business being there 
and i took myself back home 

sayin this is the last 
these eyes will see of new york city 
the ship sailed without me 
these are the low down times 

the money ran out 
i pissed away a job in a cup 
you tell them i died alone 
and watch their faces light up 

i ignored the daylight 
and the possibilities of the day 
i gave the whole day away 
these are the low down times 

they took everything you had 
you didn't have much to start 
they didn't want your soul 
but they wanted to break your heart 

these are the low down times 

it's the last year of your life 
and you're passing alone 
through the pacific time zone 
these are the low down times

http://alonzocatfarm.bandcamp.com/album/low-down-times

talk dirty 

i've given up on god 
he doesn't listen to me at all 
something less than hope 
is in my heart 
i look for love in passing faces 
i don't have any expectations 
i'm always in love 
even when i'm not 

if i was to open my mouth 
to beauty 
all i would do is talk dirty 

if i can wake up in your bed 
i'll make you coffee and eggs 
i'll make love to you all day 
i can be sweet 
i got a death rattle cough 
my dick is sore from jerking off 
i'd like to die in my sleep 
but i'm not lucky 

if i was to open my mouth 
to beauty 
all i would do is talk dirty 

you have a lovely neck 
can i paint you like modigliani did? 
i got time to waste 
and i like yer face 
if i buy you some shoes 
willl you take away my blues? 
baby, i can make you 
drip like honey 

if i was to open my mouth 
to beauty 
all i'd do is talk dirty

Talk Dirty

Alonzo Cat Farm is the musical hiding place of Eric Clark. He is also a writer, painter, and American failure.

Start Early / Finish Late

Alonzo Cat Farm

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