Lyrics:
the Old Quarter's had Townes Van Zandt for five nights
We have him for one more night and we're glad to have him here tonight.
Townes Van Zandt.
By Townes Van Zandt
I'll play upon my violin
Until the mountains ring
Of lonely laughter blindly thrown
And cause an endless sark of strings
and zydeco bands
I'm like B-side Townes Van Zandt
I'm always speaking my mind
When I'm better off biting my tongue
I'm a bad joke at the wrong time
Hell,
tight-rope-walker who called herself the queen of Poughkeepsie
Who ran away from the circus with some roustabout redneck gypsy
They were Townes Van Zandt fans
hat and silver skates
Jugglin' three collection plates Jesus Christ
Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar
Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star
Can't
Life without Susanna started when Townes Van Zandt died
From that day on she hid out undercover
Her Percocet and cigarette along for the ride
Townes Van Zandt took a hold of my hand
So I wouldn't feel alone
I just can't feel alone
It could be a creation of my own
So I don't feel so alone
I
loud
Daddy was a rockstar ridin' on a tractor, listenin' to Townes Van Zandt
I was five years old with a hairbrush microphone, growin' up in Radioland
You said "hey play some Townes Van Zandt" and smiled and changed the tune
To a soft sweet folk song written on the highway 'neath the moon
For if I
LIKE A SUMMER THURSDAY
(Townes Van Zandt)
Her face was crystal
Fair and fine
Her breath was morning
Her lips were wine
Her eyes were laughter
Her
Zandt's songs
Something about Mudd and Gold a-gamblin'
But I'm still walking down the lost highway
Doing what it takes to make my way
Knowing that I got
at least half alright
Sitting on the porch playing Townes Van Zandt play guitar to burn off the hours
'Til we climb the fences at the edge of town
Townes Van Zandt would have told you
You better keep that music clean
I like to hear that outlaw country
Like o'l David Allan Coe
Hear some music with
rant and recant
If I put on any records
It’ll be Townes Van Zandt
Cause tonight, you can’t make me dance
Ain’t gonna go to no club
Under no circumstance
you said was so positively good for you?
And the Townes Van Zandt records that you were looking for
did you find them at last?
You always did have tons
one's for Willie
And this is for the great Townes Van Zandt
And this one's for steve earle, if there was any justice in this world
He'd be the king
friend Townes Van Zandt
I'd like to live in Pennsylvania my days in Maine I'd like to spend
Yes I'd like to go up north and find some peace of mind
Yes I'd
COME TOMORROW
(Townes Van Zandt)
Could it be the season's changin'
The winds of winter rearranging
All the leaves like fallin' queens of sorrow
butcher's hand
You who sing Townes Van Zandt
Like you understand everything
Tune your violin
Play for me
Penelope
rant and recant
If I put on any record
It'll be Townes Van Zandt
Cause tonight, you can't make me dance
Ain't gonna go to no club
Under no circumstance
LUNGS
(Townes Van Zandt)
Won't you lend your lungs to me mine are collapsing
Plant my feet and bitterly breathe up the time that's passing
Breath
the edges
But he sang just like a bird
So we wrote some songs in Hollywood
And made a record no one heard
Turn em up and dim the lights
Hes gonna take us for
and roll
Lada dada dada dada deeda doe.
I'd like to thank the really late Blaze Foley for the melody line
Townes Van Zandt, Merle Haggard, Hank Williams,
Downer
Recorded in Seattle at Reciprocal
Recording by Jack Endino for $600
All songs written by Kurdt Kobain, except
Love Buzz, written by Robby Van
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