bleat

bleat

(russell hubley)

deep deep in the Congo, when the river's low

like a flash in the forest - blink! and there he goes...

in the village of Bondo, they tell a history

of the lion killer, who's just a mystery...

you better BLEAT BLEAT BLEAT like a sheep

they found his home in the swampland

and a skull in the trees

now what would you do

if you ran into this beast?

is he more like you? is he more like me?

it makes no difference to the humanzee...

you better BLEAT BLEAT BLEAT like a sheep

now you can dig in Dakiki, or the Olduvai Gorge

you can try and uncover, where the ring was forged

you can travel the jungle, you can walk down the street

but in the eyes of the maker

you're just a PIECE OF MEAT

and you BLEAT BLEAT BLEAT like a sheep

TARIM TARIM

WHO WATCHES THE WATCHMEN???

hard line

(russell hubley)

in the Temple of Apollo,

i was censored, i was followed

i was a hero in the trenches

'till i met Nero - i lost my senses

now my reign in Hell is anything but divine

taking the hard line

in the tribe, in the tribe

i was a warrior in the tribe

i was a long-hair, i was a wild bear

i had a vision, i had a mission

now i'm taking any proposition i can find

taking the hard line

well i hear you cryin' about yesterday

like you don't live today

i hear you screamin' about tomorrow

like NOW is something in the way

and it screws you every time

you're always leaving something behind

taking the hard line

no matter how i dress

no matter what i do

sure ain't gonna find no love

on Lexington Avenue

and it fools me every time

and it's another mile and a year in the grind

taking the hard line

i'm a rock slide, i'm a dark side

i'm a low tide, i'm a slow ride

take it easy, take it down

'cause there's a high wind blowing 'round

don't ever ever let it change your mind

taking the hard line

phil papas: lead guitar

be good

(russell hubley)

you don't need him, he doesn't need it

you don't need god to be good

figure it out yourself - you don't need his help

you don't need god to be good

god's a busy man, don't disturb him from his plans

he left you with a world all your own

he gave you heart and he gave you a brain (?)

just so you can go at it alone

all you really need is a little common sense

you don't need no fancy-ass degree

all you gotta do is what you'd want done for you

once you understand then you are free

(chorus)

so get up off your knees and put that thing away

you know there's not a moment left to waste

you can ill afford to look the other way

where the devil stands to SLAP you in the face

(chorus)

try it and you'll find that you're using your mind

it's never too late and it's much harder to hate

something really great

(russell hubley)

something really great is gonna happen to me

i can feel it in my bones, i can read it on the street

as sure as i'm alive - as sure as i breathe

my time is gonna come, i may have already won

a lizard in the sun, like an AMERICUN

something really great - gonna fall my way

maybe tomorrow - maybe today

come whatever - come what may

dear sir: i MUST INSIST - my name is on the list

this one - it calls for me, i'm sure it's gotta be

something really great

something really really great

something really really great is gonna happen to me

something really really great

something REALLY fucking great

something really really great is gonna happen to me

something really really really really really really really really really really great is gonna happen to me,

happen to me, happen to me, happen to me

i heard it on the phone - i saw it on tv

something really great is gonna happen to me

gimme some truth

(john lennon)

i'm sick and tired of hearing things from

UPTIGHT, SHORT-SIGHTED, NARROW-MINDED HYPOCRITES

all i want is the TRUTH

just gimme some TRUTH

i've had enough of reading things from

NEUROTIC, PSYCHOTIC, PIG-HEADED POLITICIANS

all i want is the TRUTH

just gimme some TRUTH

NO SHORT-HAIRED, YELLOW-BELLY, SON OF TRICKY DICKY'S GONNA MOTHER HUBBARD SOFT-SOAP ME WITH JUST A POCKET FULL OF HOPE

it's MONEY FOR DOPE, MONEY FOR ROPE

NO SHORT-HAIRED, YELLOW-BELLY, SON OF TRICKY DICKY'S GONNA MOTHER HUBBARD SOFT-SOAP ME WITH JUST A POCKET FULL OF SOAP

it's MONEY FOR DOPE, MONEY FOR ROPE

i'm sick to death of seeing things from

TIGHT-LIPPED, CONDESCENDING MOMMY'S LITTLE CHAUVENISTS

all i want is the TRUTH

just gimme some TRUTH now

i've had enough of watching scenes by

SCHIZOPHRENIC, EGOCENTRIC, PARANOIC PRIMA-DONNAS

all i want is the TRUTH now

just gimme some TRUTH now

NO SHORT-HAIRED, YELLOW-BELLY, SON OF TRICKY DICKY'S GONNA MOTHER HUBBARD SOFT-SOAP ME WITH JUST A POCKET FULL OF SOAP

it's MONEY FOR DOPE, MONEY FOR ROPE

i've had enough of hearing things from

UPTIGHT, SHORT-SIGHTED, NARROW-MINDED HYPOCRITES

all i want is the TRUTH

just gimme some TRUTH

i've had enough of reading things from

NEUROTIC, PSYCHOTIC, PIG-HEADED POLITICIANS

all i want is the TRUTH

just gimme some TRUTH

© lennon music (1971)

raining in my heart

(boudleaux bryant & felice bryant)

the sun is out, the sky is blue

there's not a cloud to spoil the view

but it's raining, raining in my heart

the weather man says clear today

he doesn't know you've gone away

and it's raining, raining in my heart

oh misery, misery

what's to become of me

i tell my blues they mustn't show

but soon these tears are bound to flow

'cause it's raining, raining in my heart

oh misery, misery

what's to become of me

i tell my blues they mustn't show

but soon these tears are bound to flow

'cause it's raining, raining in my heart

bmi work #001226895

interlude

(compiled by russell hubley)

safe

(russell hubley)

do you believe in fate?

i think i arrived too late

as if it mattered, as if she'd wait

i'd have more to say, if i didn't work all day

but i'm not going to complain

i forgot how beautiful you are in the rain

all my thoughts escape, through the cracks in my brain

i am twisted into forms i can't explain

but it's fine where the melody remains

we are safe in our cave for a while

tucked away between faith and denial

well it's all been said before

they're words and NOTHING MORE

i am not afraid, i can lie in wait

in the sun, in the sun you can shine

in the dark you never know what you'll find

we are safe in our cave for a while

tucked away between faith and denial

and as long as you are here

i've only myself to fear

the last thing i know

(russell hubley)

the simple things, familiar ways

the only motion in these purgatory days

the shades are drawn, the shop is closed

leaving me exposed to the cold and silence

between each phrase

i've lost my place, i'm lost in space

i've known no innocence but i'm far too helpless

in my ways

but it can wait, the lines are straight

i can follow on the shoulder when i go

reckoning for the last thing that i know

johnny christ - better hit me TWICE

one for my insolence and

ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD

roll the dice, on a sea of ice

below the northern lights

with a haul too heavy for my load

stole from me - that melody

when i needed just to hear it soft and low

listening for the last thing that i know

put it away, put it away now

no more strings - gotta lose the confusion

strip it down, gut it out, put it away now

put it away

i was almost fine, you were almost mine

now it's almost time before the cycle is complete

but i can't lose, if i don't have to choose

the only beaten path is laid before my feet

familiar ways - these door-lock days

the combinations all forgotten long ago

i'll just sing for the last thing that i know

i don't know

All songs, unless otherwise noted, are written by

Recorded at The Litter Box, Brooklyn, NYC

& Cactus Killer Studios, Astoria, NYC

Refractor is a Cactus Killer Product (KILL38)

Produced by Russell Hubley & Lito Vales

Russell Hubley played lots of electric, slide & acoustic guitar, bass, drums, keyboard,

banjolele, bongos, the alarm clock, shook the shakeregg, did some programming and sang

Phil Papas did some very very fine lead guitar work on "Hard Line" - thanks, Phil.

Jennifer Belt took the cover photo

Bleating sheep courtesy of the Catskill Game Farm - may they rest in peace...

check out the Catskill Animal Sanctuary for a better way

Franklin purred on "Bleat"

Fred peed on my amplifier

The Lady upstairs did some hollerin' out the window

James Stewart made a posthumous appearance

You can go to: www.russellhubley.com

and www.cactuskiller.net among other things

for my Dad and Jackie boy