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Human Geography – Audio

Human Geography – Lyrics

  1. Forty Hours To A Kiss
  2. Something Better Calls
  3. A Woman Like You
  4. Constantina
  5. Guess I Was Wrong
  6. That’s The Way That It Goes
  7. Midwest Boy
  8. Contender
  9. Two For The Blues
  10. Blackjack Bob
  11. Steel Rail Blues
  12. Don’t Say Those Words
  13. Oh Mama
  14. Still Feel The Pain
  15. Highway Dream
  16. Talkin’ Ashland

 

Forty Hours To A Kiss
[ Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI), ©1993 ]

I was thinkin’ that I’d buy a Buick
With a flathead, and overdrive
Fill the tank with liquid caffeine
Skip the white cross, and set the mixture lean
Head out west on U.S. 2, and I’d
Push my seat back and think of you
It’s forty hours to your kiss
I know I’m insane to drive like this
I hit Duluth and the stars are still bright
I pushed my lighter and I settled in
I sang my old songs just south of Fargo
I smelled the spring wheat, and cracked my window
Wall Drug and Jesus, they made their calls
And my headlights bounced off the Badland walls
It’s forty hours to your kiss
I know I’m insane to drive like this
Chorus:

A little romance and a little juke dance
Well it goes a long way in a mad world
A little romance and a little juke dance
Well it goes a long way in a mad world
Well in this age of atomic chance
I’d rather bet on our romance

 

Pulled off the highway at the Devil’s Tower
I cooled my engine and I caught some sleep
I woke to George Jones and stopped for fried eggs
I liked the waitress with the postcard legs
Across the Big Horns with the coffee shakes
Well I’m tourin’ red eyed and I’m smokin’ straights
It’s forty hours to your kiss
I know I’m insane to drive like this
No rest in Yellowstone, my hands are glued
Coffee stains and tobacco stench
Outside of Jackson I go braindead
I got Tammy Wynette tunes just a-buzzin’ in my head
Saved at the border of Idaho
It’s a mountain pass and I got ten hours to go
It’s forty hours to your kiss
I know I’m insane to drive like this
Chorus

Something Better Calls
[ Bucky Halker & Gordon Patriarca, ©1993 ]

Iowa was different than it seemed,
There on our map
Just like the horizontal hold
The picture was flat
We stayed a month and a while
But we’d always leave
Something better always calls
Chorus:

It’s one more job and one more fight
One more state and one more night
One more dream and we’ll be there

 

Nevada pulled on our heels
Room 28 was our home
The money was good out on the Strip
But Vegas bleached our bones
Alkalai burns so hard
A year is too long
Something better always calls
Chorus
So wake up darling
We’re almost there
Shake down the sandman
We’re almost there
Open your eyes now
We’re almost there
I’ll be your king, if you’ll be my queen
For a day
Ohio was friendly in the spring
We’d driven so damn far
We thought that we’d found all that we’d need
And this would be our town
But Cleveland blew greyer each day
We couldn’t hold on
Something better always calls
Chorus

A Woman Like You
[ ©1993 Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI) ]

I hear them sayin’ that I ought to just keep my distance
Stay away from you, cause you make a man to be your fool
Everybody says that you ain’t nothing but trouble
I ought to play it cool, I ought to shop around for someone new
I ought to play it cool, I ought to shop around for someone new
I know it’s true that there’s somethin’ about you’s different
Even when you smile, it’s clear you got a certain kinda style
When you talk then I know that you’re not like the others
Whenever you walk that way you know I always want to say
Whenever you walk that way you know I always want to stay
Chorus:

I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a sweet young thing
Who thinks that love starts with a ring
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a briefcase ma’am
Who lives and loves on the contract plan
I need a woman like you (3x)
To be my girl

 

Well let them talk cause you know it doesn’t matter
I know they wish that they had a love like this
And let them say that I’m really just a lovestruck fool
‘Cause we both know they’re wrong, ’cause we’ve got a love
That’s oh so strong
‘Cause we both know they’re wrong, ’cause we’ve got a love
That’s oh so strong
Chorus
I need a woman like you (3x)
To be my girl

Constantina
[ © 1993 Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI) ]

Constantina, I saw you by the school
Where the girls wear their uniforms
And all the Romano boys stood by
With the vespas in a line
When you walked down the Spanish steps
The flowers bowed and waved
The accordion gypsy man he played
And he smiled when he heard me say
Chorus:

Constantina, don’t go
We should go walkin’ through the streets of Rome (2x)

 

At the fountain I threw my coins
Just like the girls in the movie
A single wish for our romance,
But I could give you more than that
I’d place my hand in the mouth of truth
And I’d vow that I would follow you
These seven hills and the castle of St. Angelo
I’d give them all to you
Chorus
At the door of St. Peter
I watched the world and you on the square
I would have given every lira I had,
Just to hear that lover’s refrain
I light a candle every day for you
In this city you follow the flame
And if all roads lead to Rome
Then I know I’ll find the way to your heart
Chorus
Walkin’ through the streets of Rome
Walkin’ through the streets of Rome

Guess I Was Wrong
[ ©1993 Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI) ]

Somehow I just got it in my head
That someday we would meet again
We’d take some time after so many years
We’d set things right
There would be that day when we would
Have some distance from our love
We both could move beyond the pain and anger
Leave the worst behind
Chorus:

Well, I guess I was wrong
Well, I guess I was wrong
Well, I guess I was wrong
Well, I guess I was wrong

 

I was sure that we’d both think that
We had finally reached the point where
We might find the nerve to sit down
And just calmly talk it through
Then we’d see we acted just like perfect fools
We lost our heads
Well our hearts were burned but they’ve since healed
And we no longer pay that price…
Chorus
Bridge:

You never wrote the letter like you said you would
I never made the phone call that I always thought
I should have made to you (2x)

 

Chorus
I had thought that the day had passed
When love still felt too close to us
Well, I must have said at least a million times
That we might now find neutral ground
Chorus (2x)

That’s the Way That It Goes
[ ©1993 Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI) ]

Jimmi likes to wake up in the mornin’ all alone
He likes to feed his goldfish their diet of meal and bone
He thinks it’s fun to watch them shake and shimmy fins and tails
While dreaming that he’s really tending to a herd of whales
But one day when he woke up they stood there awful still
And he noticed that the water wasn’t passin’ through their gills
He went and got his mama, said “Mama, can you stop
The fish from looking faded pink and floating on the top
Chorus:

That’s the way that it goes (4x)
You could be dyin’ inside, but that’s the way that it goes
That’s the way that it goes

 

Well Shirley and her husband Dick decided it was time
They didn’t want more children while they both were in their prime
So Dick went to the doctor and he got himself undone
He figured he and Shirley they could finally have some fun
Five years down the road she went for her pap smear
And the gynecologist called back, said “You really got nothin’ to fear.
There’s really nothing wrong with you, but I think I ought to say
That you and Dick have got another baby on the way.”
Chorus
Sarah had a boyfriend she liked to have around
‘Cause he took her to the hippest place with the coolest guys in town
But every night after the fun he always took her home
He said he had to leave and she always slept alone
He seemed a little different but she had love in her head
She figured they could work it out some other time in bed
But then one night he called her just before that special date
He said he loved his roommate and he never could go straight
Chorus
Well, up in Minnesota, ya hey, ya know, up north
Reino Terko knows the winters last until the fourth
He’s got a big four wheeler that can take him through the snow
And he makes his livin’ jumpin’ cars at zero or below
But even Reino worried that he might not stay alive
The day the windchill quickly dropped to minus ninety five
He couldn’t help the tourists on highway 61
Exposure killed them all as dead as any crime-wave gun
Chorus

Midwest Boy
[ ©1993 Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI) ]

Just a lonesome Midwest boy
From a lonesome Midwest town
With a main street made of years
And caverns made for growing up alive
Turnin’ year-old glass and tryin’ to make a dime
Buyin’ satellites and wishin’ we could fly
Peddlin’ circles even faster than the westerly
That came each day to blow away the dust.
And the seasons come and go
Piles of leaves give way to drifting snow
And the growing up ain’t slow enough
But that’s the way they said it’d always be
And friends move on their way
And take your dreams with too
Makes you wonder where it all will end for you
You take a crossroad that you think might be the way to go
But find it’s full of souls who lost their way
The leaving comes so strange
The tears aren’t there but neither are the smiles
You think that things might change someday
Yet somehow you know they never will.
And now when I’m half way
From here to Idaho
In some western town where lonely strangers go
I ride the westerly I used to think would take me back
To where the dust would settle down someday.

Contender
[ ©1993 Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI) ]

I could’ve been a contender
I could’ve owned that ring
I could’ve worn that title and acted like a king
I could’ve come out dancin’ from the start
Given half a chance, I could’ve won your heart (2x)
I could’ve been like Shakespeare
I could’ve learned to rhyme
I could’ve written sonnets in 14 perfect lines
I could’ve cleaned up Denmark and been a bloody star
Given half a chance, I could’ve won your heart (2x)
Bridge: But you never let me try-y-y-y-y (4x)
Solo
Bridge
I could’ve bowled three hundred
I could’ve owned that crown
I could’ve taken ten frames and knocked the pins all down
I could’ve had me the big strike and blown the lanes apart
Given half a chance, I could’ve won your heart (3x)

Two For The Blues
[ ©1993 Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI) ]

You say you’re lonely, baby, and you got the blues
Let me tell you that I can sing them too
And I can sing them just as bad
I can feel just as sad
I can sing them just as bad
I can feel just as sad
Refrain:

‘Cause when it comes to the blues
I can sing ’em just like you

 

You say you need a man to hold you tight
But my bed’s just as cold when I crawl in at night
Yes, I miss your tender touch
I miss you just as much now, yeah
I miss your tender touch
I miss you just as much
Refrain (2x)
You say it ain’t no good to sit there by the phone
But I hurt just the same, I feel so all alone
I can bleed just like you do, mm hmm
Well, I can feel like you do, yeah
Well I can bleed just like you do
I can feel the same way too, yes I can
Refrain (4x)
Just like you
Just like you
Just like you
Just like you

Blackjack Bob
[ ©1993 Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI) ]

Chorus:

Blackjack Bob, he always knew the odds
And he knew that money that he loved to spend
Would someday bring about his end
(repeat)

 

It hadn’t always been this way
In the years before he went astray
In his younger days when just a boy
He’d been his mama’s greatest joy
And in the years before she died
She watched Bob grow up with pride
And his father said he’d make his name
If he plays his ace in the business game
Chorus
He left town the very day
That his mother she did pass away
To a western town in search of gold
In the ivory dice of the Vegas roll
The money danced through every dream
With Hefner beauties in skin tight jeans
With shiny autos on the lawn
And backyard parties goin’ dusk to dawn
Chorus
When his money all was spent
And all his dreams had come and went
He left that high-class Vegas scene
For an Elko dive and a bar-fly queen
He’d lay his cards out on the felt
Just as long as that damn dealer dealt
But in the end they did their job
And the one-armed bandits cleaned out Bob.
Chorus
And so it came as no surprise
When we heard that death had closed Bob’s eyes
Well the Elko ground is never kind
On the no-count without fame or dime
The snow from the great northwestern lands
Blew across the bottle in his hand
And a poker chip from his last game
Was the only remnant of his name.
Chorus (2X)

Steel Rail Blues
[ ©1993 Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI) ]

Don’t keep your engine parked between my rails
Don’t keep your engine parked between my rails
Don’t keep your engine parked between my rails no more
I don’t take no steamer when a zephyr’s at my door, no I don’t
I don’t take no steamer when a zephyr’s at my door
I don’t haul no porkchops anymore for pay
I don’t haul no porkchops anymore for pay
I don’t haul no porkchops anymore for pay
‘Cause I’m only takin’ U.S. Prime these days
‘Cause I’m only takin’ U.S. Prime these days
I hope you’re not just takin’ a short line
Well I hope you’re not just takin’ a short line
Well I hope you’re not just takin’ a short line, a short line
I find the long haul’s better for the ride, yes I do
Well I find the long haul’s better for the ride
Well hook that engine on but do it slow
Hook that engine on but do it slow
Hook that engine on but do it slow
Don’t you know that’s what your goddamn brakes are for
Don’t you know
Don’t you know that’s what your goddamn brakes is for
Well don’t blow that whistle ’til I say it’s time
Well don’t blow that whistle ’til I say it’s time
Well don’t blow that whistle ’til I say it’s time
You gotta shake my rails, you gotta feel that engine whine
You gotta shake my rails, you gotta feel that engine whine

Don’t Say Those Words At All
[ ©1993 Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI) ]

You always got so agitated
Every time you heard those words
You told me it made you uneasy
I’d say moderately disturbed
Certain words you said were abused
Overplayed and overused
Your advice: Label the words like poison
Don’t say those words at all
Don’t say those words at all
You always found it so annoying
When I whispered in your ear
You stared at me like I was crazy
And said that I missed your point
In the middle of one such conversation
You exclaimed with an air
Your advice: Label the words like poison
Don’t say those words at all
Don’t say those words at all
Don’t say those words
Bridge:

You told me you stored yourself away
When you were just a girl
Your heart would be safer
You’d seen what romance could do
Love was synonymous with cruel
You prayed not to fall

 

You always made the accusation
That I let the phrase slip out
You charged me with manipulation
And acted the judge of the crime
No excuse justified my action
Your rules on that were clear
Your advice: Label the words like poison
Don’t say those words at all
Don’t say those words at all
Don’t say those words at all
Don’t say those words at all
Don’t say….

Oh Mama
[ ©1993 Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI) ]

Oh mama (3x), hear my brother cryin’
He’s dreamin’ bad tonight
Oh mama (3x), listen to him hardly breathin’
Like he’s shut himself up tight
Oh mama (3x), can I dry his teardrops
Hear ’em falling on the floor
Oh mama (3x), he needs a special kind of kiss
Why can’t daddy see what for
Oh baby (3x), don’t ask questions
Oh baby (3x), don’t ask why
Oh baby (3x), don’t ask questions
These are the rules, follow the rules
These are the rules, follow the rules
Oh mama (3x), we got a brand new Cadillac
It’s just sittin’ on the lawn
Oh mama (3x), I heard the police say he’s drunk
But he won’t do no harm
Oh mama (2x), when the neighbors all wake up
They’ll be starin’ at the yard
Oh mama (2x), can I move it off the grass
I can drive, it ain’t that hard
It ain’t that hard
Oh baby (3x), don’t ask questions
Oh baby (3x), don’t ask why
Oh baby (3x), don’t ask questions
These are the rules, we follow the rules
These are the rules, just follow the rules
Let somebody else pay for a while
Let somebody else, they can carry the bag
Let somebody else, we’ve played enough
Let somebody else (3x)
Oh mama (2x), I can hide from this
I can run when he ain’t home
Oh mama (3x), my brothers and my sisters
I can’t leave ’em here alone
Oh mama (3x), do we have to hear him yell
He never hears a word we say
Oh mama (3x), how come those who take the most
Never seem to have to pay
They never have to pay, now
Oh baby (3x), don’t ask questions
Oh baby (3x), don’t ask why
Oh baby (3x), don’t ask questions
Follow the rules, just follow the rules
Just follow the rules, we follow the rules
Let somebody else pay for a while
Let somebody else, they can carry our bags
Let somebody else, we’ve played enough
Let somebody else (3x)

Still Feel The Pain
[ ©1993 Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI) ]

When you first left I knew there’d be heartache
But I figured that it wouldn’t last
I’d find some new lover to hold me real tight
And we’d chase away my blues every night
I’ll admit other arms held a thrill
And I didn’t mind the touch of their lips
I know now I’m lost and I ain’t ashamed
To say that I miss you, I still feel the pain
Still feel the pain (3x)
I did all that I could to forget you
I thought that soon the feeling would pass
I smoked and I drank like a drunken old fool
I’d try anything just to get over you
Every night I would lie in my bed
But I couldn’t sleep with you in my head
Other lovers they just weren’t the same
The minute they left I’d still feel the pain
Still feel the pain (3x)
Bridge:

I understand why you found somebody
Who wasn’t a bit like me
I understand why you found a new lover
Who aint from this funky old town
I understand why you found someone different
And not just your typical man
I understand now…but I still feel the pain
Still feel the pain

 

I hope someday that you’ll start to see
That we had a good love, you’ll run back to me
Until then I’ll keep callin’ your name
Can’t you see that I still feel the pain…
Still feel the pain (3x)
Bridge
Still feel the pain (repeat)

Highway Dream
[ ©1993 Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI) ]

The ex-G.I. who rides in back
He still carries his wounds and a torture rack
The visions of the V.C. dance in his head
And the blown up bodies, long since dead
The image of a woman he knew back then
And children he ain’t seen since who knows when
Refrain:

It’s just a highway dream
It’s just an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?

 

A laid-off worker from Cleveland Steel
He drinks straight whiskey ’til he can’t feel
He talks of the job that he once had
Until the bottom fell out, it all went bad
He hears there’s jobs in the oil fields now
And he thinks he might get on somehow
Refrain
The leather and chain boy at my side
He wears tattoos from his late-night highs
His mama said “I can’t take it no more”
His old man shoved him out the door
He plays his air guitar to his heavy metal chants
And he’s goin’ to live with an Omaha aunt
Refrain
Teenage mother with a child on her lap
Still wears the bruises of a boyfriend’s slaps
She drags each cigarette deep inside
Like a little bit of dyin’ makes her feel alive
She smiles real soft when you play eye games
With the kid who only has her momma’s name
Refrain
Music man in blue disguise
He stares out a window at the Utah sky
Talks of the immigrant blood that flows
In the rivers that form in the mountain snow
Says he can’t figure out why he left town
But he might never find his hallowed ground
Refrain
The old woman dressed in her cotton best
Says she’s lived 50 years in the mountain west
The bankers and the dust rolled over her land
When she moved out there with her wedding man
She’s been back east for her dyin’ son
And she talks of God, and how this life rolls on
Just like a highway dream
Like an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
Bridge:

St. Paul, Omaha, North Platte, Laramie
Salt Lake, Ogden, and Rupert-Burley
Air Force bases, Mountain Home
It’s a last call for points unknown
Coffee, cigarettes, sweat and booze
Got a black, white, Indian, Greyhound blues

 

Refrain
Where do we go now? (repeat)

Talkin’ Ashland
[ ©1993 Bucky Halker/Revolting Music (BMI) ]

Way up north in the middle west
There’s one little town that I like best
It’s got plenty of water, and a lotta fresh air
Sits on Lake Superiare
Call it Ashland, it’s a real fine place
Home of Highway 13, and the ABC Raceway Queen
Right downtown they got Second Street
It’s a little red road that can’t be beat
There ain’t another like it for miles around
We got rollin’ hills right downtown
It’s a roller coaster
Goes up and down
Come along for the ride, take a run
Have a good old time
We got a hometown paper, it’s a real jewel
It’s like readin’ a novel when you read the news
It’s got action stories that’ll bring you a smile
Written in the finest obituary style
Get it on your step
John Chapel blessed
It’s the daily – It’s the Ashland Daily Press
The Astonisher
We got a radio station, it’s a hometown friend
It’s good for milkin’ your cows and your egg layin’ hens
It plays Frankie Yankovich around the clock
Gives ya good reception for 24 blocks
It’s a powerhouse
An electrical giant
W—-ATW
On the west side of town there’s Prentice Park
Where the couples go to grope in the dark
They got the finest herd of deer in the state
Healthy little devils, sure look great
Clear blue ponds, pure white swans
Artesian wells, you’ll never find water that tastes this swell
There’s the LSDP company
It brings power to the homes and the factories
It pours hot water in the lake, we’re told
So the water’s warm, and the fish don’t catch cold
As for that soot, well we all know
It adds color to your clothes and to the winter snow
There’s more damn churches in this town
One for every person three times around
I guess a whole lotta people like to see the light
After goin’ to the bars on a Saturday night
Praise the lord
Help the weak
Say a few Hail Marys
And you’ll be good for the week
For every church there’s at least one bar
So damn close you never need no car
Comes in real handy when you’re drunk on your ass
You crawl home on your knees, get home just as fast
We got The Black Cat, The Blueroom, The Casa Loma, Neighborly,
Denny’s, Eddie’s, Swany’s and Mary’s
But if you really wanna find out where it’s at
You take a trip out of town to the Wildcat
There’s a great little college sittin’ up on the hill
Got a good reputation, ain’t no diploma mill
Best damn college in the entire state
Thousands poundin’ at the doors, just can’t wait
To get in, to get out
I guess a whole lotta parents like to spend their dough
It’s where everyone from New Jersey goes
Ya know, way up north in the middle west
There’s one little town that I like best
It’s got a whole lotta water, and a lotta fresh air
And it sits on Lake Superiare
Call it Ashland, it’s a real fine place
Home of Highway 13, and the ABC Raceway Queen
Ya know, eh?

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