Circus Money

	1 Door Number Two  •   4:33  2 Downtown Canon  •   5:36  3 Bob Is Not Your Uncle Anymore  •   4:44  4 Upside Looking Down  •   4:07  5 Paging Audrey  •   6:47  6 Circus Money  •  4:15  7 Selfish Gene  •   4:37  8 Do You Remember The Name  •   4:13  9 Somebody's Saturday Night  •   4:29 10 Darkling Down  •   5:03 11 God's Eye View  •   6:00 12 Three Picture Deal  •  5:27 13 Dark Horse Dub  •  6:46 (Bonus track)*       Produced by Larry Klein		MBD 4505 P & C 2008 5 OVER 12 Manufactured and Distributed by Mailboat Records, Inc. 1100 Glendon Ave., Suite #1100 Los Angeles, CA 90024, USA

*(The international release of the CD also includes "13 Dark Horse Dub  •  6:46")
 

Door Number Two   [Chorus:] Tell me real tell me true Tell me more about door number two Do me red do me blue What goes on behind door number two? Betsy Button — she just got old Drives to Vegas with a kid or two She saved her nickels — it sure adds up Now she’s got ‘em in a paper cup She needs: 3 bars 3 cherries 3 lemons 3 pigs A date with Elvis A new car A roll of dollars for the cookie jar [Chorus] Please Mr. Barker — look and see What are the chances for a city boy About my age my height and weight What is the payout on an inside straight? A new love A new hairline Fame and fortune A square deal High adventure in a far-off world An assignation with a college girl [Chorus] This old town goes on and on It ages better than my bag of tricks Nothing finer for the old morale Then a tony townhouse in a swank locale The Bahamas The Bermudas The Barbados Or I don’t know — Gin and tonic on the veranda A firm appointment with the late late show [Chorus] Vocals, bass guitar: Walter Becker Drums, percussion: Keith Carlock Guitar: Jon Herington Piano: Jim Beard Keyboards: Ted Baker Tenor sax: Chris Potter Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner

Downtown Canon I cracked the code And I knew what it’s all about We found the loft on Greene Street Swept that bad boy out Alsatian wine — playing records way past four Making some crazy soulful love on the hard wood floor (Where did our love go?) You hung the picture Of young Dizzy on the wall According to me That was the best day of them all Sweet sweet words like honey from the tongue Yes there was magic then in every song we sung Hey — don’t let ‘em kid you Stay cool it’ll be all right Don’t trade today for tomorrow Tomorrow for tomorrow night You chop wood — carry the water Sometimes it be that way No lie — the downtown canon So wild so fresh so free Stand by the downtown canon I say that it’s got to be Chasing sensation to remind us who we are You met that half-crazed painter fool in some damn bar Cocaine dreams and chiba-chiba nights You had to share his world in shades of black and white — Didn’cha baby? Yes I — it’s a real good theory Can you live with the day-to-day Sure thing — no problemo Sometimes it be that way You go girl — it’s now or never No one holds out that long Says here — in the downtown canon Keep it real it’ll be okay Right here — the downtown canon Vocals, bass: Walter Becker Drums: Keith Carlock Guitar: Jon Herington, Dean Parks Organ: Larry Goldings Keyboards: Ted Baker Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb Background Vocals: Carmen Carter, Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner

Bob Is Not Your Uncle Anymore This old house Looks just the way it was Just a tumbledown of pine and river stone But it’s only just a shadow of the place you knew before Because Bob’s just not your uncle anymore Winter’s here And the day don’t last too long Barely thimbles full of sunshine to go on There’s an ocean full of midnight rolling right up to the door I guess Bob’s just not your uncle anymore And I say it without pride and without shame That the dopey Irish Setter dog — Regan’s still his name Well he looks right glad to see you But he might not want to be you Even though he loves you madly from before Before Bob was not your uncle anymore Good old games Like they play them back in town Where the wayward daughter’s luck runs strong and pure You might feel like you’re a winner but you never know for sure Now that Bob’s just not your uncle anymore And so we see You can find your way back home And that maybe when you get there There’s a lock on every door Now you know for certain What the big wide world is good for And that Bob’s just not your uncle anymore Vocals, bass: Walter Becker Drums: Keith Carlock Guitar: Jon Herington Keyboards: Ted Baker Piano: Jim Beard Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery

Upside Looking Down Well you came on like some blazing supernova With a flame that burned so brightly in the sky Then you woke up and your long white night was over And you cursed the world that dared to pass you by Now you blame the ones who love you for your sorrows Dealing dirty while you steal the higher ground [Chorus:] But you cheated and you lied And life took you for a ride Now you’re standing on the upside Looking down And O the hero in disguise Believing his own alibis You run so scared you’re standing still I know you are — I know you will Be the first to call it quits and run for cover While your little world is crumbling all around [Chorus:] But you punked out on yourself You can’t blame nobody else Now that you’re standing on the upside Looking down And O the heartache of the thief Strung out on his own stash of grief A line for you — a flake for me But now it’s ancient history When the sky is turning black and glassing over As you drift so high above the lights of town [Chorus:] All at once it seems so clear You can see it all from here When you’re standing on the upside Looking down Vocals, bass: Walter Becker Drums: Keith Carlock Guitars: Jon Herington Guitar, guitar solo: Dean Parks Keyboards: Henry Hey Piano: Ted Baker Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner

Paging Audrey In the littlest hours ‘tween the dusk and dawn While the nightlight glows with the music on You could climb so high in the dreamtime sky And go anywhere In that sometime place ever lost somehow In the here and gone or the there and now Did it all go bust — crumble down in dust Or just slip away [Chorus:] Paging Audrey Any random star Lost and lonely Somewhere very far Paging Audrey Come in from the cold In that far-off room drenched in desert sun Evil words were spoke — dirty deeds were done Could we sail back there snatch them from the air I dare anyone Can we stand right here, call them back and say Those were never meant to be heard that way Let the heavens crack — let the day go black I’d give anything [Chorus:] Paging Audrey Somewhere very near Safe and silent There you are my dear Paging Audrey Anybody home In a distant room certain things were said As the loved one lies on the love-torn bed And the night rolls on and by light of dawn You’re not anywhere [Chorus:] Paging Audrey This is who we are Do remember On any random star Paging Audrey Coming strong and pure Vocals, bass: Walter Becker Drums: Keith Carlock Guitar: Jon Herington Keyboards: Ted Baker Piano, keyboards, clavinet: Jim Beard Tenor sax: Chris Potter Background vocals: Tawatha Agee, Sharon Bryant, Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Cindy Mizelle

Circus Money They bang the hammer and they pitch the tents Throw up some posters for the residents Your daddy’s footfalls on the rain-slicked streets You try to keep up with your tiny feets Take it easy baby nice and slow Little Walter’s got a ways to go I lacks a nickel momma don’t you know Circus money for the early show The tiger’s sleeping and he can’t wake up You pitch some pennies in a paper cup They guess your age — they guess your weight You toss the softballs at the china plates Hold’er steady baby there you go Let me hit you honey sweet and low Thus the tab is written blow by blow Circus money for the evening show All the horses baby all the men Round the circle and around again You watch some hobo take a nasty spill Laugh like a bastard oh you know you will You got to have it when you first walk up You drop a dollar in the old tin cup You’re gonna need it when it’s time to go Circus money for the late late show Vocals: Walter Becker Bass: Larry Klein Drums: Keith Carlock Guitar: Jon Herington Piano: Ted Baker Keyboards: Jim Beard Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb Tenor sax: Chris Potter Background vocals: Carmen Carter, Kate Markowitz, Windy Wagner

Selfish Gene Sweet little baby from the hills somewhere Here’s a pretty lovebud for your hair Itty bitty girl sippin’ Grenadine Look who’s talking to Selfish Gene There’s a place way down in Brentwood Out to Georgio’s we all g’wine The maître ‘d’s gonna take care of everything He’s a personal friend of mine What a prize you are Honey don’t you scratch my new car [Chorus:] Selfish Gene he’s one in a million A safe harbor in every storm Many call but few are chosen Hey pretty baby let’s have a little fun The Pinot is flowing and the night’s still young Over and above and behind and between Make a little party for Selfish Gene Steady girl let me grab on your wig hat Down in the corncrib we shall go No brains no regrets no worries Hidey hi hidey hey hidey ho Kundalini now! Baby let me show you how [Chorus:] Selfish Gene don’t lick no Manolos He don’t argue — he don’t ask twice Selfish Gene don’t serve two masters Why Must every time I turn my ship around Some bastard come and knock my skyline down I guess that’s everything I suppose The playdate’s over and the case is closed Tell me momma that I didn’t do right To have a little something on Amateur Night I feel sure that we’ll meet again sometime Don’t see why and I don’t know when Maybe I’ll catch you down at the daily If you haven’t moved on by then Take a dollar from the drawer Daddy’s got a whole lot more [Chorus:] Selfish Gene needs clarity and closure This is his house and that’s your cab You need a hug — now don’t be bashful Do yourself and your friend a favor You don’t bargain with Selfish Gene Selfish Gene don’t take no prisoners Vocals, bass, guitar solo: Walter Becker Drums: Keith Carlock Guitar: Jon Herington Piano, calliope: Jim Beard Keyboards: Ted Baker Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb Background vocals: Luciana Souza (solo), Kate Markowitz

Do You Remember The Name Do you remember the scene Remember the scene of the crime The scene of the crime of a love A crime of a love gone down Do you remember the time Remember the time of the year The time of the year was the spring The year was the spring of our ruin Let’s assume that some folks may be expendable The better is the enemy of the good Dont’cha ask perfection of your trophy wife Dont’cha take no chances with your trophy life Do you remember the one Remember the one in a million The one in a million affair The one with the glorious prospects Do you remember the shade The shade of the sky which is burning Black was the shade in retreat Blue was the color returning Let’s imagine some guy driving a coffee truck Yet he dares to dream the impossible dream Better have some answers for your trophy wife Better not get cozy with your trophy life Do you remember the face The face of such graceful dimension The one that you wore in the world It was such a lovely invention Do you remember the name Remember the name of the man The name of the man who tried hard “Immemorious” was his name-o Vocals, bass: Walter Becker Drums: Keith Carlock Guitar, slide guitar: Jon Herington Keyboards: Jim Beard, Henry Hey Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery

Somebody's Saturday Night Somebody’s Saturday night seems pleased to meet you Slouched in a booth at Pamela’s Pistol Dawn Drink drink cigarette talkie talk drink drink smoke smoke cigarette Up to the room with the beddie-bye goin’ on Somebody’s Saturday night says oh I get it You want to go where no man’s ever been Down in the coal mine goin’ down turn around push push turn around Digging up the gold and carrying it back again She looked good In the available light She was somebody’s Saturday night She said it ain’t wrong But it’s not quite right Guess it’s somebody’s Saturday night Somebody’s Saturday night says hey it’s raining You wouldn’t kick a good girl out on a night like this He says she says the demon in me says just you watch me Pucker up darling for my legendary good night kiss She’s no fool But she’s none too bright She’s just somebody’s Saturday night She stays cool If not watertight Such is somebody’s Saturday night Only a girl — One more is up and gone Leaving nobody To blame the whole thing on — baby Somebody’s Saturday night is walking in the moonlight Playing on the beads of her beatnik rosary Thinking: Nobody gives it exactly the way that you want it No one ever gets it with a money-back guarantee But I been born with the second sight Now I’m looking in the mirror at somebody’s Saturday night I get along In fact I do all right Being somebody’s Saturday night Vocals, bass, guitar solo: Walter Becker Drums: Keith Carlock Guitar: Jon Herington, Dean Parks Piano, electric piano: Ted Baker Pandeiro: Luciana Souza Background vocals: Carmen Carter, Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner

Darkling Down Well along in the 21st hour When the whole damn grid goes down This is how a party gets started In for a penny — in for a pound All at once the whole joint goes quiet And all the wavy lines go straight One fool among fools is wondering What happens if I die too late? Get back with your dimestore nihilism Big daddy’s on a glory run Gettin’ down on the cellular level Just in case I got to call someone [Chorus:] Darkling down — on a darkling plain In the dim dank night of the pissin’-down rain Darkling down — on the balls of his ass While he prays and waits for the storm to pass Lemme show you where the good thing happens It’s a barbershop in Inglewood Too bad we won’t get past the bouncer Sadly I’ve been banned for good There’s a coffee shop right ‘round the corner The proprietor knows my name Cup of joe and a Vicks inhaler Now you’re ready for the big boy game Steady son come seven come eleven If either one of us can count that high Muscatel if the deal gets dicey Milk and honey in the by and by [Chorus:] Darkling down — it’s a damn disgrace Going round and round in a very small place Darkling down — with a hole in his soul That he can’t explain and he can’t control For the fun or for the money For the fuck of it or just because Listen friend this is no damn picnic But let’s imagine for a minute that it was Who will feast on this buzzard’s banquet? Who will render my heroic bust? Who will choke on my lachrymose musings? Who will eat my zero dust? Who will wear this puke-streaked tunic? Who shall gorge on this cup of spleen? Who will sing about the good bad and ugly? And all and everything in between? [Chorus:] Darkling down — this is god’s good man On his hands and knees livin’ god’s good plan Darkling down — and we don’t know still When he’ll come around if he ever will Darkling down — on a zero-G dive And we just can’t say will the fool survive Darkling down — in a seven-G turn Glowing like a coal in the afterburn Vocals, bass, guitar solo: Walter Becker Drums: Keith Carlock Guitar: Jon Herington Keyboards: Ted Baker Hammond organ: Larry Goldings Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner

God's Eye View   Last chance: Could you make it baby if you only had one more one Fast break: You think the world is waiting while you’re gettin’ your bikini done Screen pass: Like a blind side tackle boiling up from way behind Cheap shot: You can feel it coming but you know it’s gonna blow your mind So you rock so - and you skank so - Well if you think so - why not say so Trash talk: Now you tell your girlies that it’s nothin’ but a burnout buzz Chump change: When you pick up the pieces you don’t even know what it was Goose chase: A little runaround action just to keep the background pure Jump cut: To the grim conclusion that you never can tell for sure Well it’s the god’s eye view Better take a long hard look You’re gonna have me right now Like it says in the book It’s the god’s eye view Baby it’s the queen and rook Chasing one lonely pawn No it wouldn’t take long Safe house: Just a simulation of the mommy-and-daddy groove Mood swing: When the game gets tired and you’re ready to bust a move Bad luck: There are no surprises when the best laid plans go bust Deal with it: In the glaring absence of anything you could trust So you rock so - it’s a fact so - Now that you know so - why don’t you act so Breakdown: Of the last resistance and the partisans fold their tent Mind meld: Like a permanent picture of your pussyprint in cement Big bang: It’s a bible story with a plot twist at the end History: And whatever happened well it’s happening here again It’s the god’s eye view This is where the deal goes down Girl you better get right With the facts on the ground It’s the god’s eye view Everything they say is so No original sins The house always wins He says: Me and her went walking by the river on Friday night He says: And we started talking and she says you know it don’t seem right She says: After all that’s happened and I end up with a prick like you Too bad: Well it’s too bad darlin’ and there’s nothing for a man to do It’s the god’s eye view Baby take a long hard look I was standing right there When they wrote in the book Vocals, bass: Walter Becker Drums: Keith Carlock Guitar: Jon Herington Keyboards: Ted Baker, Jim Beard Bass clarinet: Roger Rosenberg Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb Background vocals: Sweet Pea Atkinson, Sir Harry Bowens, Terry Dexter, Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Franki Richard, Windy Wagner, Tiffany Wilson

Three Picture Deal Here she stands in the doorway Her face is framed in golden light With creamy thighs and bedroom eyes Call it “Urchin With an Appetite” My favorite shirt — my terry towel A bowl of cherries in her hand It’s breakfast and some headshots That she’s bringing for her brand new man [Chorus:] It’s a one — it’s a two — it’s a three It’s a three picture deal I said a one — it’s a two — it’s a three It’s a three picture deal Her new house on the hillside Some blocks above the Sunset Strip The yoga den is megazen The vibey lighting ultrahip She’s gushing on her cellphone The trainer’s on eternal hold Producer X is talking film But the bottom line is solid gold [Chorus:] With a one — maybe two — even three Yes a three picture deal Yes it’s a one — even two — or a three Yes a three picture deal Well she’s leaving in the limo She’s sorry but they’re running late The night is here — the big premiere It’s “The Lady and the Reprobate” Now a man like me should never be Where a man like me does not belong But I know they’re gonna need a soundtrack I know they’re gonna need a song For the one Two Three Three picture deal Vocals, bass: Walter Becker Drums: Keith Carlock Guitar: Jon Herington Keyboards: Ted Baker Piano, Synth, RMI Rocksichord: Jim Beard Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb Baritone sax: Roger Rosenberg Background vocals: Tawatha Agee, Sharon Bryant, Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner

Dark Horse Dub (Bonus) International Release Only.

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