Produced and engineered by Paul Jay.  Recorded and mixed at 26th Street West Studios, NYC  Mastered by
Sage Sound Studios.  All words and music written by Richard Wallace except WALLS OF THE VATICAN written
by Richard Wallace and Paul Jay.   C 2006 Clevernonsense Music.   

Special thanks to Eileen, Clara Ann, Ryan, Eric, Jeff, Compton, Florian and of course Paul
Super special thanks to my manager and aide de camp George Wallace
and to Theo Steele for reading all the lyrics

This collection of songs is dedicated to the memory of Scotty Wallace, Theo Steele, Barbara Stroelhe, and
Emerson Ridgway
ELDORADOROAD

ELDORADOROAD
Tie the howitzer cannon to the back of the GTO
And head into town to ask them which way did the roadrunner go
The officer smiles and shakes his head when he tells you
where you can go
So you turn it around down Eldorado Road

You pull into a town with the wraparound sunglasses on
Where they’re shooting a movie and looking around
for Rae Dawn Chong
So you put on a war torn nonchalance you know its
Oliver Stone’s favorite pose
And do the animal dance down Eldorado Road
Eldorado Road

It’s Saturday night looks like another somebody else’s war
The bright lights ahead could be another enemy shore
So you put on the 4-way flashers and turn up the radio
It’s all systems go down Eldorado Road
Eldorado Road

TRAIN CAME LATE (BUT IT STILL RAN OVER YOU)
You were waiting with your captain crunch decoder
just looking for a fight
Somewhere east of west 14th street
between the Chinese barbecue and all the shame on 2nd Avenue
She was standing under green and silver stars
Like a Mexican child on the final day in May
You shared laughter and burritos
Until the laughter went away
After all remember who was taken
And after all forget you were ashamed
That you might be mistaken
by a Carmelita smile and those torn up second hand jeans

The train came late and right away you begin to comprehend
Why mend a broken heart that’s going to break again
At the railroad gate there’s nothing you can do
The train came late and it still ran over you

Another scene from Streetcar Named Desire
Unfolds before the night dispatcher stand
Waiting on the Twilight Metroliner
In a worn out leather jacket with a ticket in her hand


YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE DOWN
You only call me when you’re down
like I’m the only one in town
I don’t know why I’m still around
you only call me when you’re down

you only call me when you’re bad
like I’m the only friend you had
I don’t believe that you’re so sad
you only call me when your bad

like a rolling stone
you say you roll alone
but you’re not anywhere but gone
and I’m still wondering
when it doesn’t ring                        
who’s hanging by a cordless phone
alone

you call me when I’m not alone
like some kind of voicemail chaperone
I can’t explain I can’t atone
you call me when I’m not alone
you call me when I’m not alone
you only call me when you’re down

JOHN PAUL THE FIRST
John paul was the alternative pope
The king of peace and the prince of hope
In the Sistine chapel when the sun went down
And the walls of the Vatican all around

John paul didn’t need a coronation
John paul didn’t need to wear the crown
He landed on top of the catholic nation
With the walls of the Vatican all around

For thirty three days and thirty two nights
John paul the first made it alright
For thirty three days and thirty two nights

He never took a ride in the papal sedan
He never sat down with the coreleon
John paul knew he’d have to make a stand
Within the walls of the Vatican all alone

The first john paul had a generous mind
A man of the people the liberal kind
With An American smile on Italian tv
There were those in the curia that didn’t agree

For thirty three days and thirty two nights
An angel of darkness was waiting to strike
For thirty three days and thirty two nights

John paul knew that he wasn’t mistaken
Sindona and the rest make sure he’d never awaken
The embalming was done when the sun went down
With the walls of the Vatican all around

Deep in the heart of the Vatican tomb
John paul’s buried with the secrets of rome
Some things lost never get found
With the walls of the Vatican all around

For thirty three days and thirty two nights
An angel of darkness was waiting to land
He died with the evidence in his hands

COWBOY BED
Well I saw you there in my someplace where
Ordering home fries from a waiter at the Blue Corvair
It was someplace I swore I’d been there before
Between highway diners a hundred dollars away from Baltimore

But it’s all in my head all in my dreams
All in a best selling western it seems
All in my room all in my head
All in the dreams that I dreamed in my cowboy bed

Seems like I’ve gone a long way along
From coyote angels to the fairytales where they belong
There were always guitars and rusted out cars
And the stars in my skies were strumming west texas lullabies

But it’s all in my head all in my dreams
All in a best selling western it seems
All in my room all in my head
All in the dreams that I dreamed in my cowboy bed

CHILD OF THE SOUTH
There was cotton in the family and okra in the yard
And a rocker on the front porch grandma died in playing cards
Powder biscuits in the oven, chicken frying all the while
And Reverend Lee on the veranda ever since she was a child
She was a child of the south

Single barrel bourbon was her father’s favorite gun
He turned it on himself the night he turned forty one
When her brother shot at the neighbors the county sheriff wore a smile
She wore a print dress every Sunday ever since she was a child
She was a child of the south

Child of the south she was a daughter of the revolution
Sister of the slave it was written in her constitution
You could find her by a river crossing down around Evangeline
In a Plymouth Duster pumping Mississippi Queen
She was a child of the south

Confederate memorial she sewed roses for the graves
Danced with all the veterans and marched in the parades
On graduation day she wore a restoration smile
She was thinking about Manhattan ever since she was a child
She was a child of the south

Child of the south she was a daughter of the revolution
Sister of the slave it was written in her constitution
Imagine my surprise on Fat Tuesday when I saw her
Strolling in a Yankee cap down Seventh Avenue
She was a child of the south

NOT NECESSARILY YOU
I’ve been around lately I’ve seen the city
I took a whole roll but none of them came out pretty
Somebody loves me not necessarily you

People get those big eyes when they walk into this town
Everybody looking up and we’re all looking down
But they look so surprised to see what’s burning in the kitchen
I’d like to push some of them in just to stop all their bitchin’

I’ve been around lately I saw the look on your face
Just before you got up and walked out of Pat Kenney’s place
Somebody loves me not necessarily you

You can see the world from a 4-train on the elevated track
Take a look outside at the buildings with the windows painted black
It’s like looking in a mirror when no one’s looking back
Some windows in the city they don’t open but a crack

I have been around lately I tried to cut through the din
I picked up my share of cans and I traded them in
Somebody loves me not necessarily you

I’ve been around lately I toasted the town
I always wore my Met hat like it was a crown
And somebody loves me not necessarily you

YOUR DECEMBER
Collecting all the things you do for Jesus and the precious few you
cling to everyone you meet and walk together up that downtown street
to that old east indian restaurant where you could wait forever for
anything you wish that you could stay out more but you're already lost in
your...

The Christmas flags of red and green salute you in your limousine that
rides along the boulevard the city looks just like a card that opens up
when you arrive the doorman welcomes you inside to sing the songs
you've sang before another day for you and your....

The dancing elves on Christmas eve dance for you as you receive the
guests in all their formal gear bearing gifts of francencense and beer to
see you in your brand design dance with St. John the Devine the wine
is Margaux74  it calls for a toast to you and your...

The pageantry is dying down when you kneel beside the Christmas
clown who whispers that he'd love to stay but he can't forget the
reindeer at his sleigh and the sparkle in those new year's eyes sparkle
through the last good byes must we wait 12 months before we dance
again with you and your December.
FORDFALCONBLUE photo at Arlene's by Russell Gon
Cadillac Ranch photos Richard Wallace on Cannon AL1
ELDORADOROAD
TRAIN CAME LATE
JOHNPAUL THE FIRST
COWBOY BED
YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN
CHILD OF THE SOUTH
DRIVEMONKEY
NOT NECESSARILY YOU
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