Still Alive

Everything’s going our way
We’ve got life on the heels of the fray
Nothing can go wrong when we sing a song
Everything’s going our way

Everything’s better and sweet
We’ve got dancing out in the street
Everything is good when you’re understood
Everything’s going our way

Nothing could ever go wrong
It’s the same when you’re singing a song
Life is so sweet dancing in the street
Everything’s going our way

Oh, you don’t have to, alright. 
Here it comes. 
Joe Biggs got shot with a rubber bullet. 
Man, quit shooting at me. 
Quit shooting at me! 
You see, they’re shooting at us. 
You see that?

Everything's Going Our Way (Ferguson Edit)

I FEEL GOOD

E7 A D7 G

I feel good
But you know that this place but then I never would
I was sad
But you make me feel glad you know I never had

I feel nice
And you’re sugar and spice you said everything twice
I was sad
But you make me feel glad I know I ever had

I feel right
When the music is tight and you turn out the light
I was wrong
But you’re singing this song I know we’ll get along


I Feel Good

All I Need's A Little More Time

A D E A

Working in a factory trying to make a million oh yeah
I’ve got a little lady who’s just a little shady oh yeah
Got a ’68 Camaro and a brand new red Fiero oh yeah
My lawn is filled with dirt and it rubs off on my shirt oh yeah

All I need’s a little more time

I have a stereo with speakers and a pair of high top sneakers oh yeah
Got a double breasted suit and an alligator boot oh yeah
Got a radio and clock and it goes off on the dot oh yeah
Got a color TV and a brand new DVD oh yeah

All I need’s a little more time

Got a line of credit and the letter that said it oh yeah
Got some microwave food to get me in the mood oh yeah
Got an edger made for trimmin’ and a jet ski made for swimmin’ oh yeah
Got a digital computer and my pipes got Roto Rooter oh yeah

All I need’s a little more time


All I Need's A Little More Time

Neal Cassady
E G A / E A D

Like the radio man
Like the gear shift box
Like the radiator
Like the broken wheel
Like the lost Ampex
Like the crankcase oil
Like the human spirit
Like the electric coil

Let the hammer fly

Like the rotor bearings
Like the rocker arms
Like the steering wheel
Like the slipping clutch
Like the spark plug wires
Wires and twisted sounds
Words on rolling words
Like a gut machine

Let the hammer fly

Like a railroad yard
Like a navy bean
Like a rolling train
Like a broken plough
Gonna catch that train
Gonna get relief
Gonna ride away
Gonna lay me down


Neal Cassady's John 15:1 apocalyptic rant running in the background at the end of this cut can be found in this clip of a conversation between Cassady and Alan Ginsberg: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXitvt24Q6w

Neal Cassady

I KNOW TWO
E Bm G A / D G A D G A F#7 G A7 D

It’s so sad being bored, I know
Never do nothing fun, I know
I know the place you go
Oh yes, I know

It’s no fair getting g old, I know
You would rather stay young, I know
I know the place you live
Oh yes, I know

You want to stay out another hour
But you have to come in and take
A shower and dress and get
To bed, I know

Hang on firm to your youth, I know
Far behind it is truth, I know
The place you’re going, I know
Oh yes, I know


I Know Two

SLEEPY EYE
C F C F C F Am F Am F-G

He had a mission
Uncomplicated
He had to wake up the sleepy eye
It would take hard work
Staring at ceilings
He had to wake up the sleepy eye
He had to wake up the sleepy eye

Given to hard work
He fit the mission
He kept the thing that he feared alive
It almost broke him
He was persistent
He had to wake up the sleepy eye
He had to wake up the sleepy eye

Perception clearer
Focused and driven
He kept the demons from breaking line
He was successful
Accomplished mission
Yes he woke up the sleepy eye
Yes he woke up the sleepy eye


Sleepy Eye

Dm Am // Bb Am // Gm F

I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and for you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright blessed day
And the dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people passing by
I see men locking eyes
Wondering what he will do
What they’re really saying is...

I hear babies cry
I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more
Than I’ll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world


What A Wonderful World

Dm C // Gm F

Me I’ve tried so very hard for
Me I’ve tried so very hard for
Me I’ve tried so very hard for
Me, me

Got close to somewhere thinking that it’s over
Dark double stitches get a little sober
He preaches out – telling lies
Weren’t for him – I’da died

Last stage a mixer feeling like I’ve eaten
A mark on the face looking like a beating
Next stage is a double – feed
The more you get – the more you need

Rip out the pages write another book
You thought you missed it then you took a look
The resting eyes – bored and red
First you’re living – then you’re dead


A G D

Routine
Every mirror image looking just alike
Wake me when anything’s different
I’ll drift away
Floating high above the old sad reminders
Floating into my world

Color
Carnival of existence
Running in between the dreams
Like a soldier’s mood
Be me
Bespoken utter divine
Clicking sounds like the shutters
Of a camera unseen

Oh, beestings
Like a color of mine


Camera Unseen

C F G // Fmaj7 G
C F G // C F Bb Dm / Am Em F // G

Preach to all the rich men lay me down
Life’s too short for answers all around
You know they can’t be found
Preach to all the poor folk hanging on
Keep it all together there’ll be some
For you when all is done

You’ve got to lay your body down
You've got to lay your body down
You’ve got to lay your body
Lay your body
Lay your body down
Lay your body down

Love to all the women warm and sweet
Making life more holy every day
She keeps us on our way
Love to all the men who keep it right
Men stay with the women every night
Until the rising light

Praise unto the children soft and free
Their life just beginning you and me
Have got a lot to teach
Praise unto the old folks gentle kin
Make them feel real easy taken in
Until their time is here


Lay Your Body Down

Em B7//Em A7 Bb7 A7 Em

You’ve got to roll
You’ve got to fight
Some left jab punches
You throw the right
Well it’s the real life baby
That’s what’s going on
If you don’t get it
They you won’t be here too long

Yes it’s a struggle
Yes it’s a crime
And when they told you
It’d be alright
Well they were lying baby
‘Cause that’s what poets do
‘Cause if you’re out there
They’ll be coming after you

But don’t be angry
And don’t despair
You gnash your teeth raw
You pull your hair
But if you don’t keep fighting
They’ll run all over you
‘Cause in the real life
That’s just what you have to do


Real Life

Am G

You are a maggot you viral monkey
You are malignant a cum soaked lecher
Your leprous putrid infested body
Some righteous fire kill the contagion

No volunteering (no volunteering)
I want to beat you (I want to beat you)
Wouldn’t want to be you (don’t want to be you)
I won’t deceive you (shall I continue)

Your scabrous skin crawls with mites and leeches
Offensive odors come from your breeches
And your disease crawls eating your onion
Your granuloma inguinale

You got a double trichomoniasis
You got a nasty lack of decorum
You smell so hostile you make sin weary
You break a motel you live in Gary


Shall I Continue

Getting left behind was never on his mind
He only wanted to get higher
She could not relate she left it up to fate
A force that she hoped would inspire

You are the one, at least the two or three
You are somebody I could reasonably stand
Don’t be a jerk, try to be nice sometimes
And then maybe we can be here hand in hand
You are somebody I could reasonably stand

He was A.D.D. liked climbing up in trees
So he could reach a little higher
She was given to the blues, that’s how she got the news
That yesterday went up in fire

All he needed was a break he was trying for Pete’s sake
She didn’t care that he was fired
She told him to be true “Do what you love to do”
That way he could keep reaching higher


You Are The One

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