Discography

End Of Smith

Walk down to the end of Smith
Where once there was nothing left
But bricks and auto parts
Now down at the end of Smith
You can buy some gifts
And shop in the super mart

The end of, the end of Smith
Down at the end of, the end of Smith

Once down at the end of Smith
I was just about scared to death
By a pack of wild dogs
Now down at the end of Smith
You can catch your breath
And relax in the new health spa

The end of, the end of Smith
Down at the end of, the end of Smith

Down at the end of Smith
Where the boats used to drift

It Wasn’t the Rain

I’m standing on the street where our house used to be
The house my daddy built in 1953
He was just back from the Korean War
With a $100 loan, he started on the first floor
When the word went out to evacuate
He didn’t want to leave, then it was too late
They told us to go down to the Superdome
Daddy said “if I’m gonna die, I’m dying in my home”

It wasn’t the rain, it wasn’t the wind
It was just greed and power winning again
It wasn’t the storm,it wasn’t the surge
It was just poor people being purged

Waves of neglect across a sea of misery
Not what you’d expect in the land of the free
Now it seems like FEMA didn’t give a damn
And there’s no use in calling on the insurance man

It wasn’t the rain, it wasn’t the wind
It was just greed and power winning again
It wasn’t the storm, it wasn’t the flood
It was just generations buried in mud

Everything we had was swept away
Call it what you will – I call it judgment day
Well you ask me why I’ve returned…
I don’t know much, but this much I’ve learned
New Orleans is where I was born and raised
And New Orleans is where I’m laying in my grave

It It wasn’t the rain, it wasn’t the wind
It was just greed and power winning again
It wasn’t the storm,it wasn’t the surge
It was just poor people being purged

Eye On You

You think nobody sees you
But I do
You think nobody hears you
But I do
You think it doesn’t matter what you do or say
And there won’t be a price to pay
But I got some news
I got my eye on you

You think nobody rules you
But I do
You think nobody fools you
But I do
You think that you’ve made it and you’re homefree
And no one will notice your iniquity
But I got some news
I got my eye on you

You don’t care who cries
But I do
You don’t care who dies
But I do
You think you will waltz in on Judgment Day
But straight is the gate and narrow the way
You’ll find it’s true
I had my eye on you

The Burrow

I came up to have a look around
Heard about what they were tearing down
In the Burrow
Some of my friends had to move away
Just to give the Nets a place to play
In the Burrow

Now I don’t mind a little basketball
But I do mind when they try to take out all
of the Burrow
Makes me sad – yeah, it’s such a pity
They’re trying to change the name to “Forest City”
No more Burrow

Come on down and see
How it is and how it should be
Don’t destroy before you know
What lies below and how deep it goes
In the Burrow

They think they’re smart and they ban our art
But they don’t know that we’re the heart
Of the Burrow

They say change is good and the time is right
But they’re the ones creating urban blight
In the Burrow

Nobody notices what they’re doing
Making all this money off of what they ruin
In the Burrow

They’re doing more than the law permits
While they’re shaking hands with Marty Markowitz
In the Burrow

Come on down and see
How it is and how it should be
Don’t destroy before you know
What lies below and how deep it goes
In the burrow

The guy down the street says he’s cashing in
He’d like to stay and fight but says there’s not way to win
In the Burrow
I said it’s not about you and it’s not about me
It’s about what we do collectively
In the Burrow

Come on down and see
How it is and how it should be
Don’t destroy before you know
What lies below and how deep it goes
In the burrow

Spaceman Blues

I’m a real gone daddy
I disappear in a puff of smoke
Someone said that they just saw me
Tell me now – where did I go

Was I hangin’ up in Harlem
Or down at a boardwalk bar
Was that me there on the G train
Ridin’ low in the last car?

We are all connected
By a million strands of thread
I’m not undetected
I’m there right inside your head

That’s me there in that photo
There I am, in your dreams
You think I’m gone forever
But nothing is as it seems

We are all connected
By a million strands of thread
I’m not undetected
I’m running straight through your head

I’m a real gone daddy
I disappear in a puff of smoke
I’m a real loco papi
Have you heard my latest joke?

San Marino

I listen to the wind blow through the trees
As I sup on fresh fruit, wine and cheese
From my window I see valleys and sky
And a flock of birds gliding by

I’m just taking my time
‘Cause I’ve got nothing but time
Here in San Marino
I’m loving my time
‘Cause I’ve got nothing but time
Here in San Marino

For my mistakes, this is the price I pay
I wake and tend the garden every day
I take a walk around the yard
I sit and talk with the guards

I’m just taking my time
‘Cause I’ve got nothing but time
Here in San Marino
I’m loving my time
‘Cause I’ve got nothing but time
Here in San Marino

I built a model of Notre Dame
Now I’m working on the Duomo di Milan
I finally finished War and Peace
No I’m not afraid to be a thief

I’m just loving my time
‘cause I’ve got nothing but time
Up here in San Marino

Subprime Blues

I bought a little house in 2006
The man at the bank said the mortgage ain’t fixed
But don’t worry son – it’s your dream come true
Lor d he didn’t warn me ‘bout the subprime blues

I said “what about my credit score?”
He said “It’s fine!” as he showed me the door
Then he grabbed his fees and put on his runnin’ shoes
Lord he left me stranded, handed me the subprime blues

The realtor said “It’s easy and the money is free!”
“Sign on the line and I’ll hand you the key”
5,000 sqare feet were 4 more than I could use
Now they’re foreclosin’, I got the subprime blues

The Wall Street Firm fired their CEO
Now he’s livin’ on his yacht down in Key Largo
He packed his bags once he was accused
Now he’s tan, fat and happy with the subprime blues

So listen up people – when you buy a home
If you take out a loan, it don’t mean you own!
You’d better be ready to pay those interest dues
Or else you’ll end up with a case of the subprime blues

Use Me For Parts (by Fran Leadon)

Why don’t’ you use me – I’m torn and tattered
But my arms still work – Isn’t that all that matters?
My legs still work – I walk a mile down the track
But if I fall down, you have to drive me back

Why don’t you use me
Take what you can
Try to make the best of this worn-out man

My lungs still breath the cool country air
And my eyes still see way out there
The only thing that’s broken is this old rusted heart
So throw it away and use me for parts

Why don’t you use me
Take what you can
Try to make the best of this worn-out man

300mm Man

You say that I’m not welcome
And that I don’t belong
That I should not be counted
And the laws are all wrong
Doesn’t matter what you think, it matters who I am
Yeah, they call me the 300M Man

It took me 38 days to get here
And it cost me my last dime
Now I do the jobs that you won’t do
But hell, I don’t mind
All I care is that I have a chance to make my stand
I’m the 300M Man

Your grandpa was from Ireland
Your grandma from Sicily
So why you would hate me
Is one big mystery
Doesn’t make a difference, because this is now my land
Yes I’m proud to be the 300M Man

Oaxaca, Jiangsu, Belarus
Doesn’t matter where I’m from
I left to seek my freedom and to these shores I’ve come
You can’t keep me out with your immigration plan
No, you can ban the 300MM man

Your grandma was a Catholic
Your grandpa was a Jew
Is the reason that you hate me
Because you were hated to?
Doesn’t make a difference, because this is now my land
Yes I’m proud to be the 300MM Man

Dreamland

Got a roof over my head, a queen size bed
Food on the table, Time Warner cable
A room with a view, a place to park my Subaru
And I’m free to do what I want to do

I can walk out my door and stroll to the store
While I’m on the street, I’m not afraid of who I’lll meet
I’ve got money to spend hangin’ out with my friends
Seems like the good times never end

I’m living in Dreamland
Livin’ in Dreamland
I woke up this morning
In Dreamland

Got shirts, pants and shoes – I can wear what I choose
Hats and guitars, bourbon and cigars
I take a trip out of town when I feel like bummin’ around
Seems like nothing’s gonna get me down

I’m living in Dreamland
Livin’ in Dreamland
I woke up this morning
In Dreamland