All the chords and lyrics from ³Hookahman², from the liner notes Freedom (Moscow, 1992) words by f. bessai & j. page music by j. page E B D A E F# A D (stolen from a riff by Clark Abraham & The Electric Chair Experience) iım free to do what i want any old time born in it, you die in it yet should you break & cry, thatıs it Mayday, the western way i lost my job, i lost my wife i lost my dog, i lost my life The way itıs done today The Western Way salt the soup with motherıs tears Mayday, the western way wept in vain for all these years The way itıs done today The Western Way drinking Fanta and eating butt ice cream Œfreedom works,ı the banner screamed they say red square was born of Leninıs dream now her stones are bloodied yankee green Mayday, the western way mayday The way itıs done today The Western Way Freedom works for those who afford it Freedom works for those who can hoard it Freedom works for those who distort it Maybe freedom only works on the wall Freedom works for those who abhor it etc. Outta My Face by j. kodie Em Bm F#7 Bm Em Bm C# F#7 Bm Bm F#7 G D E A Bm Jesus words & music by w. borg Em G D Am C D Em C D G Em (except where itıs different) Give me something for my headache, give me something for my feet give me the remote control and something salty to eat the rapture isnıt here yet, and Iım feeling pretty beat I never saw the quicksand I was looking at the sky with Jesus in my heart and a twinkle in my eye I feared God like I knew I should, and I never asked why Now here comes Jesus sailing down from his throne heıs coming through the clouds and the holy ozone, with a big black car and a mobile phone, and muscles that are bigger than Sylvester Stalone Got my faith in God , got my faith in the Lord got my afterlife insurance, got my holy rip cord so it doesnıt bug me if the whole world goes to shit Iım just glad Iım not meek, Œcause the meekıll be inheriting it So here I am in heaven, get to lie around all day got no things I gotta do, got no bills to pay everything is clean up here, and nothing is grey Godıs got a computer, and St. Peterıs got a fax thereıs warheads round the holy gates in case Satan attacks and Hell is just a labour camp where the evil live in shacks and everyone up here looks just a little too relaxed Iıve made a lot of money I have given lots away I have always tried to be good, I have prayed every day I never saw the quicksand I was looking at the sky with Jesus in my heart and a twinkle in my eye Got my place in heaven on the dark side of the moon got myself a pair of wings and my harpıs never out of tune made my way with blind faith in the Lord but itıs only seven days, and already Iım getting bored so give me something for my headache, give me something for my feet give me the remote control and something salty to eat I miss my evil friends, I miss my tv take me back to mortality, to the live I once had I donıt wanna be all good, I donıt wanna be all bad I never saw the quicksand I was looking at the sky with Jesus in my heart and a twinkle in my eye Got my place in heaven on the dark side of the moon got myself a pair of wings and my harpıs never out of tune But everybodyıs perfect here, man I feel so alone Itıs a nice place to visit, but I sure would like to go back home Moving Day Music & Lyrics by j. bird D G D C G C G D C G D A Bm G D A Some people they never stop moving Moving from town to town to town; Gypsy bloodıs got em highway bound Got a one-way ticket gonna take Œem around the world Packinı up the dishes, rollinı up the rugs Takinı down the curtains, killinı all the bugs Hey, hey itıs moving day-e-yea-a. Throw it in a box, yah throw it in the truck, Throw it in the garbage I donıt give a fuck! Hey hey itıs moving day-e-yea-a. Pots in the oven from long ago Gotta clean the bathroom with a garden hose Better hit the road Œfore the furnace blows Hey, hey itıs moving day-e-yea-a. Weıre moving on up to a deluxe apartment in the sky And if the rent cheque donıt bounce Then weıll finally get a piece of the pie. Settinı out the dishes, rollinı out the rugs Hanginı up the curtains, killinı all the bugs Hey, hey itıs moving day. Pie for the noodlers, nuthinı is butt Rollinı the cone for the irie hut Tonightıs the night weıll mash it up Hey, hey itıs moving day-e-yea-a Worldwurkz words & music by j. page (Wesı Rant courtesy of John S. Hall of King Missile from ³The Story of Willie² from the album ³The Way to Salvation²) B F# E B A D C# B C# A B Walkdown - B A# A sacrificed my cigarette to the law of averages; as soon as it was lit, my bus came yeah like i knew it would, like it always does thatıs the way the worldwerx, have you noticed that? sacrificed his L.A. home to his fear of the cold; as soon as it was built, the earth shook yeah like he knew it would, like it always does thatıs the way the worldwurks, have you noticed that? aah ha ha ha ha hee hee hee hee hee sacrificed her sanity to my humanity; as soon as i hit bottom, she was still there like i knew sheıd be, like sheıd always been thatıs the way the worldwurcs, have you noticed that? ha ha ha hee hee haa haa sacrificed my cigarette to the law of averages; as soon as it was lit, my meal came yeah like i knew it would, like it always does thatıs the way the worldwyrkz, have you noticed that? Weenie Words by j. finnestad & j. kodie Music by j. kodie G D Em C A Em C D G C D C D A7 I never got pushed around much, Œcause Iım tall Never ever got picked last, Œcause Iım tall I had a hard time finding clothes that fit Œcause Iım tall Didnıt have to fight much Though once there was a problem, a weenie was in question This guy was waiting on a hot-dog, but he didnıt want one My height was a such a drastic threat, he wanted to kick my face in The cubicule, a vestibule, an eyesore of distraction The ring was set, his marks stood guard, said ³Thatıs my dog² I said ³No thanks², he hit me we went down I canıt see the top of the fridge, cause Iım small Got pushed off a bridge, Œcause Iım small at least I donıt get hurt when I fall Canıt play basketball The only thing I could regret was a ripped up T-shirt I bought in Montréal The day I glazed with wonder, on St. Catherine San Francisco Music & Lyrics by j. bird D A G A C G D C G Oh, what have we done? Weıre tired and old, weıre not thinking of doing anything Weıre not strong no ... we canıt do anything ... anymore Then thier guns went bang bang and the last of them fell to the floor. Oh San Fransisco Iıve seen how your brothers and sisters have died With no crimes commited and six hundred judges with guns And death in thier eyes They burned down your homes, and they burned down your fields And they forced you to bow to your knees And pray to your lord Then their guns went bang bang and the last of you fell to the floor Come Back Gladys, Never Come Jack Words & Music - j. finnestad G C G D G Chorus C G C D Come Back Gladys, Never Come Jack Come Back Gladys sheıs sittinı in a tree Floatinı down the river, looking at the reeds. Fiddle and a diddle on a hardwood floor, Crystal clear voice canıt hear no more. Sleeping in the woods most every day, Slappinı on shoes and stacking up the hay. Wonıt come back for a bucket or a bill, Sittinı on a stool, eatinı his fill! Never make a joke about a Never Come Jack Never make a joke about a Never Come Back. Full moon rising in a noonday sky, Tugboat Jack we never heard him cry: ³Bootgum rye and a chicken and the peas!² Just riff-raff singing old song about cheese. Summertime you were shining so fine, Itıs back to work can you find the time? Misty moon and a howlinı in the woods, Pan to the fire never looked so good. Noodlersı Opus Words and Music by Hookahman except the Hawaii 5-0 Theme İAspenfair Music Inc. ASCAP by Morton Stevens (who won an Emmy for his music in the Hawaii 5-0 episode ³Hookman²) i) Noodlerıs Jig D G A E A B ii) Soup Gm D# F iii) ŒApaloné & cheese Gm D# F Gm Cm D7 G C D After rinkostop, modulate to Am Fancy Walkdown to a recapitulation of the Noodlers Jig in Gm Return to Major Chorus in A ooooo, floating time mi like a oooooo me washy a floaty toti, me tink me see a iv) Hawaii Five Oı (Traditional) v) Victoria Am Dm E7 How She Can Be Words and Music by j. page Am C Em G D Am C D G Em C D Am this dark, deceptive patter is somehow all i get; in this unreceptive manner, she can tumble me still yet though i see how she can be i try to disregard her, brush her off as weird, insane but this flaunting of her garter is more than i can take when i see how she can be but i canıt break away (not today) this promise out of context ainıt somehow half as bad as this premediatated pretense from this lover gone half mad guess i see how she can be now i see how she can be but i canıt break away (not today) Mint Bum Words and Music by Hookahman (especially jason) E G A C B A Walking down a dark road, I stepped on broken glass Psychedelic love child staring down my thumb Walking in a hard line, I ainıt got no velvet scratch Blitzkreig of fatty food fare, I gotta fill it fast Come one come all come everyone pay your two-bits and have some fun come on in weıll show you how the truth is sweating off your brow Iım not proud, Iım not scared, it wonıt cost me anything if I get my equal share Mint Bum Jelly Love Child, starinı up my ass Gazing at my imperfections, I see my naked past MINT BUM JELLY LOVE CHILD I need an inspiration, gonna make me testify My heart my soul my spirit floating round that big olı pie Woken spoken dreams on a cherry pie Prancinı Dancinı daisies under prairie sky Cut me loose, slip away that noose Minty wonky flapjacks sizzlinı down Midnight hypnosis, redneck halitosis, Save me oı my Minty Bum, the rideıs about to start Toi Words & Music by Lucas Von Wunnik & f. bessai Am G#m G F#m Prête- moi ton coeur Pour seulement un instant Ouvre-moi ton âme Que je te resente Je veux vivre toi je veux sentir toi Je veux voir ce que tu vois Je veux penser ce que tu penses Donne-moi à toi Laisse- moi traverse la frontière Pour conaître ton pays Laisse-moi atteindre lıautre rive de la rivière La rive où tu vie Rien que toi Old Music by j. bird, Lyrics by j. bird & w. borg G Am C D F Em F C F C Am Em D G C F Em D C D Am F C Am G C E F C G F C E G F C G I canıt find my cigarettes. My face could use a shave. Iıve forgotten all the secrets I was gonna take to my grave. So come and keep me company; my dayıs been kind of slow Iıd tell you my life story but I canıt remember how it goes Iım running out of things to say. Everyday I lose a little bit more. And when they finally come and take me away Iıll have my bags packed and be waitinı by the door My days are getting shorter and it takes me twice as long to do the things I wanna do And I canıt do half the things I used to Iım running out of things to say. Everyday I lose a little bit more. And when they finally come and take me away Iıll have my bags packed and be waitinı for ya. Iım turninı 49,50,51,52,53,54,55,56,57,58,59,60, 61,62,63,64,65,66,67,68,69,70,71,72,73,74,75,76,77,78,79,80.... No one gives a shit anyways My hair is grey and my eyes are clouded over from all the things Iıve seen And I just wanna lay this old body down My heart is feeling weaker than itıs ever felt before when I was young and my love was strong and not so bitter, Now when I lay my head down I kiss death goodnight And dream it all away Spring Words & Music by j. page G D C D G C C D G D C D Refrain - G C D C Chorus - Em D G C Mother Russia - Am Em D G Am Em D Spring whistled in like a happy young noodler who needed a respite from the winter outside The bed at ghanja farm, it was in the yard the gigs were assembled, the japes were commencing See the snow melt Feel the chill warm away from your bone Hear the car start Taste the sunshine; itıs got to be spring Itıs spring (itıs got to be spring) and i hope this spring is as good as the one in Œ93 I like the dusk, it reminds me of you sweet and subtle yet full of surprises Springtime dusk is the best dusk Love Ainıt Music & Lyrics by j. bird D A G Em G A D Em G D A D G Em G D A Bm C D Love ainıt like a fairytale with poetry and roses Picture perfect poses, uh huh And love ainıt like the movies where the lovers always kiss on cue And if they donıt their doubles do And love ainıt like the deep blue sea with setting suns and moonlight Barefoot walks at midnight, uh huh No love ainıt what I ever guessed or imagined that itıd be Itıs funny how the less you look the easier it is to see I can see Love is like you and me Love ainıt what the poets write Œbout blindness and devotion Unparalleled emotions, uh huh And love ainıt like a falling star a burning ball of fire Full of wishes and desires And love ainıt like a snow storm that can cover up a sorted past Erasing traces of your last No love ainıt what I ever guessed or imagined what it was It isnıt always pretty and it doesnıt always need applause I can see Love is like you and me Ghanja Farm Words & Music by f. bessai & w. borg Capo on 3rd fret - Then play G A & D in any orde you choose... In ghanja farm the ghanja grows around irie hut, rows and rows, me tink me feel me ghanja knows me ghanja eyes me ghanja toes In ghanja farm live irie style me love to work de ghanja pile me ghanja love, me ghanja smile me smoke de herb... for a while In ghanja farm the ghanja dries under irie prairie skies de hookah man he live, he die he love to eat de ghanja pie In ghanja farm live irie style me love to work de ghanja pile me ghanja love, me ghanja smile me smoke de herb... for a while In Ghanja Farm me sit me tink sipping irie ghanja drink when Hookahman, him start to stink we wash it up in irie sink Hookahman is: frank bessai - violin, trombone, russian bullhorn, vocals joe bird - guitars, mandolin, sax, vocals wes borg - guitars, piano, roti, accordion, trombone, bullhorn, jaw harp, vocals cathy derkach - piano, congas, vocals joel finnestad - congas, sax, guitar, vocals sherry lee heschel (ms. huttie) - bass jason kodie - accordion, piano, trumpet, guitar, vocals jeff page - guitar, mandolin, aqualite water bottle, vocals larry shelast - drums guests bill bourne - fiddle on ³come back gladys² chris smith - drippy guitar leads on ³mint bum²