ELIOT EIDELMAN
Blue Jays in Flight Album Lyrics
Gonna Set Me Free
Gonna set me free, I’m a-gonna set me free
Cuz I’ve had enough of this reality
Gonna change my mind, maybe even change my sheets
And walk right through them shinin open doors
I thought about a thousand times before
But now I’m goin through them that’s for sure
And I ain’t comin back this way no more
I’m gonna set me free, I’m a-gonna set me free
Cuz I’ve had enough reality TV
Gonna change my life, maybe even brush my teeth
And walk right through them shinin open doors
I thought about ten thousand times or more
But now I’m passin through them that’s for sure
And I ain’t comin back this way no more
I’m gonna set me free, yeah, I’m a-gonna set me free
Gonna set me free, yeah, I’m a-gonna set me free
Cuz I’ve had enough of your reality
Gonna change my mind, maybe even change my sheets
And walk right through them shinin open doors
I thought about a thousand times before
But now I’m goin through them that’s for sure
And I ain’t comin back this way no more
I’m gonna set me free, I’m a-gonna set me free
Blue Rider
Blue rider, blue rider
and the big sky, and the big sky
Blue rider, blue rider
and the big sky, and the big sky
Big sky
Little boy blue
come back to the big sky
to the big sky
Little boy blue
come back to the big sky
to the big sky
Big sky
In your mother’s room, in your mother’s womb
In your mother’s room, in your mother’s womb
In your mother’s room, oo oo oo
Little boy blue
come back to the big sky
to the big sky
Little boy blue
come back to the big sky
to your big sky
Big sky
Blue rider, blue rider
and the big sky, and the big sky
Blue rider, blue rider
and the big sky, and the big sky
Big sky
Little boy blue
come back to the big sky
to the big sky
Little boy blue
come back to your big sky
to the big sky
Big sky
In your mother’s room, in your mother’s womb
In your mother’s room, in your mother’s womb
In your mother’s room, oo oo oo
Come back to the big sky, come back to the big sky
Come back to the big sky, come back to the big sky
Come back to the big sky, come back to the big sky
Come back to the big sky, come back to the big sky
To the big sky
Little boy blue
Evil Man
I’m not an evil man
I’m not an evil man
I might look mean
I might look bad
I’m not an evil man
I’m doin the best that I can
I’m not an evil man
I’m not an evil man
I’m not an evil man
I’ve made mistakes
I keep makin them
I’m not an evil man
I’m doin the best that I can
I’m not an evil man
I’m watchin the river flow
I’m watchin the river flow
He knows what he knows
I’m not an evil man
I’m doin the best that I can
I’m not an evil man
I’m watchin the sun go down
I’m watchin the sun go down
Well she can go on down
and she can go on down
but I’m not an evil man
cuz I’m doin the best that I can
and I’m not an evil man
I’m not an evil man
I’m not an evil man
I might look mean
I might look bad
but I’m not an evil man
I’m doin the best that I can
I’m doin the best that I can
And I’m not an evil man
I’m not an evil man no no no no
I’m watchin the birds fly by
They don’t give a damn
that I’m not an evil man
I’m doin the best that I can over here
They don’t care that I’m not an evil man
I’m not an evil man
I’m not an evil man
Heaven Will Be Waiting
When I am rich enough I’ll commission Claes Oldenburg to build a magnificent five hundred foot needle
I’ll buy the world’s largest camel and ride right on through the eye
With plenty of room to spare and everyone will cheer and cry
And heaven will be waiting for me
Heaven will be waiting for me when I die
Heaven will be waiting for me
Just wait and see
Just wait and see
Just wait and see
Banks of the Chestatee
Won’t you go down
To the banks of the Chestatee River?
Won’t you go down with me?
The water’s cold, but you got them old fishin waders
So won’t you go wadin with me
In the stream
We’ll shoot the breeze
Beneath the trees
We won’t freeze
Just you and me now
Won’t ya come on down
To the banks of the Chestatee River?
Won’t you go down with me?
The water’s cold, but you got them old fishin waders
So won’t ya come onwadin with me
In the stream
We’ll shoot the breeze
Beneath the trees
We won’t freeze
Just you and me now
Won’t you go down
To the banks of the Chestatee River?
Won’t you go down with me?
The water’s cold, but you got them old fishin waders
So won’t ya come down wadin with me
In the stream
We’ll shoot the breeze
Beneath the trees
We won’t freeze
Just you and me now
Won’t you go down
To the banks of the Chestatee River?
Won’t you go down with me?
The water’s cold, but you got them old fishin waders
So won’t you go down wadin with me
Won’t you go wadin with me?
Won’t you go wadin with me?
Mm on the banks of the old Chestatee?
That’s What I’m Gonna Do
I’m gonna love you every mornin, all my mornin wood’s for you
I’m gonna give you all my lovin girl and love you til I’m through
You ask me why? ‘Cuz that’s what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna make you a good smoothie and a-sip it up for you
I’m gonna sip it to ya good and slow until you’re slurpin too
You ask me why? ‘Cuz that’s what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna shake away your sorrows, rattle away your blues
I’m gonna shake it to ya so damn good you won’t know what hit you
You ask me why? ‘Cuz that’s what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna love you every mornin, all my mornin wood’s for you
I’m gonna give you all my good lovin child and love you til I’m through
Ya ask me why? ‘Cuz that’s what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna make you a good smoothie
You’re gonna say, “oo, that’s a good smoothie”
I’m gonna sip it up for you
I’m gonna sip it to ya good and slow
Good and slow, so good, so slow
‘Til you’re slurpin too
You ask me why?
Why why why why why why?
‘Cuz that’s what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna shake away your sorrows
Shake em, shake em, shake em, shake em
Rattle away your blues
I’m gonna shake it to ya so damn good
So damn good, so damn good, so damn good, so damn good
That you won’t know what hit you
You ask me why?
Why why why why why why white boy?
‘Cuz that’s what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna love you every mornin, all my mornin wood’s for you
I’m gonna give you all my lovin child and love you til I’m through
You ask me why? ‘Cuz that’s what I’m gonna do
Shakin’ Away the Blues
Three hours all alone at a barbecue joint on the North Shore
Tryin to entertain Americans
Sounds really hard to me
But if you were there too
We’d be smilin, singin your songs
About your darkest days and we’d be
Shakin away the blues
It’s just across the causeway, not even an hour away
And I can pay the toll
We could camp at Fontainebleau
Probly get free barbecue
And be smilin, singin your songs
About your darkest days, we’d be
Shakin away the blues
You say that you need a break from playin out and I respect that
But if you change your mind
There’s still plenty of time
I sure hope the stars align
I wanna be smilin, singin your songs
About your darkest days
Shakin away the blues
I wanna shake em with you
And eat some free barbecue
And we could camp at Fontainebleau in a tent
And in the morning we’ll drive back to New Orleans
And in the mornin we’ll drive back to New Orleans
Three hours all alone at a barbecue joint on the North Shore
Tryin to entertain Americans
Sounds really hard to me
But if you were there too
We’d be smilin, singin your songs
About the darkest days
Shakin away the blues
Yeah, we’d be smilin, singin your songs
About your darkest days
Shakin away the blues
The Hold Up
If I could fall into the sky I’d turn into a dragonfly
The air would be my medium and there’d be no more tedium
Just glidin ‘mongst the cyclists on down Burgundy Street
I’d see the colors, light, the currents risin—everything at once arrivin
in it’s place just as it should be—nothin left out of my movie
Then I’d pause a moment and fall back to the earth
Sayin sorry for the hold up, sorry for the wait
I’m indisposed and holed-up and waitin on the rain
I’ve got my inhibitions, my worries and remorse
I’m lost in indecision and wond’rin what life’s for right here—I wonder what it’s for
So if you see me say hello and if you don’t we’ll never know
What could have been, how it could be—why is it this is happenin?
I met you on the bayou or was it in a dream?
I see a million people every day, everyone goin about their way
Trying to find happiness—can’t they see that this is it?
All we have’s this moment and the rest is for the birds
So sorry for the hold up, sorry for the wait
I’ve been indisposed and holed up and a-waitin on the rain
I’ve had my inhibitions, my worries and remorse
Been lost in indecision but I ain’t anymore
No I ain’t anymore
If I could fall into the sky I’d turn into a dragonfly
and I’d fly away
Blue Jays in Flight
You might have the entire sky
But I’ve got blue jays in flight
You might have everything you like
But I’ve got blue jays in flight
You might know what’s wrong from what’s right
You suck up the day and swallow the night
You might have everything in sight
But I’ve got blue jays in flight
That’s right, I’ve got blue jays in flight
You might have lots of money in your drawers
But I’ve got a blue jay that soars
You might have imported Moroccan tile floors
But I’ve got a blue jay that soars
You might be loved and famous and rich
With servants fulfilling your every last wish
You might forget what it’s like to be poor
But I’ve got a blue jay that soars
And what’s more, I’ve got blue jays in flight
That’s right
You might have the entire sky
But I’ve got blue jays in flight
You might have everything you like
But I’ve got blue jays in flight
You might know your wrong from your right
You can suck up the day and swallow the night
You might have everything in sight
But I’ve got blue jays in flight
Yeah that’s right, I’ve got the blue jays in flight
One more time—I’ve got blue jays in flight
The Car Makeout Song
Makin out with you
At every intersection headin down the double crescent through the
Traffic’s how I really wanna
Spend my afternoon
Spend my afternoon
Spend my afternoon with you
Makin out with you
At every intersection headin down the double crescent through the
Crosstown traffic’s how I
Spend my afternoon
Every afternoon
Spend my afternoon with you
We’ve been stopped at this red, red light
For ages it seems
Why don’t you take that seatbelt off, girl
And come on over to me
You say your place is too messy
Well baby I don’t mind
No matter whether your a dirty or a clean girl
I’d have you anytime
Ah, makin out with you
At every intersection headin down the double crescent through the—
Town traffic’s how I
Spend my afternoon
Spend my afternoon
Spend my afternoon with you
Makin out with you on
Saint Charles Avenue
Every afternoon
All I wanna do
Spend my afternoon
Every afternoon
Spend my afternoon with you
Spend my afternoon
Every afternoon
Spend my afternoon with you
Makin’ Love Makin’ Music
I was on the trumpet, you were on the violin
We were makin eyes and improvisin, our lines intertwinin
And when you let that high E rip, I knew that this was really it
I was born in Mississippi, you were born in Pakistan
Now we’re on a prestigious stage in Los Angeles and F John Cage
Cuz when you let that high E soar, I knew what art was really for
I’m gettin up in years and you are a rising star
I’m at the peak of my career and I can tell you’re goin far
Cuz when you let that high E fly, I lowered my horn with tears in my eyes
And started to cry
We’re makin love makin music
We’re makin live up here and everyone can use it
When my brass and your bow got together
That was a real bellwether
For cha- cha- change
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
I am a married man and you’re practically engaged
You’re only 34 and I’m over twice your age
But when you let that high E sing
None of that other shit meant anything
We’re makin love makin music
We’re makin love up here and everyone can use it
With my horn and your strings combined
We’re gonna have a real good time
We’re makin love makin music
We’re makin love up here and all y’all can use it
I triple-tongued for you and you glissed for me
The rest was history
We’re makin love making music
And it feels so good
We’re makin love making music
And It All Comes Back to Me
I’m a soldier, I’m a sailor, I’m a masked crusader
And it all comes back to me
I’m a yogi, I’m a monk, I’m a gutter punk
And it all comes back to me
And it all comes back to me
And it all comes back to me
I’m a preacher, an impeacher, I’m a high school teacher
And it all comes back to me
I’m a son, what have I done? Now I’m on the run
And it all comes back to me
And it all comes back to me
And it all comes back to me
I’m a toad in the road, I’ve got a heavy load
And it all comes back to me
Draft dodger, tax dodger, I’m a Brooklyn dodger
And it all comes back to me
And it all comes back to me
And it all comes back to me
And it all comes back to me
And it all comes back to me
I’m a hippie, I’m a saint, I’m puttin on my war paint
And it all comes back to me
I’m a cash advancer, tiny dancer
And it all comes back to me
And it all comes back to me
And it all comes back to me
I’m a joker, I’m a smoker, I’m a midnight toker
And it all comes back to me
I’m a human without a home, I think I’m all alone here
And then it all comes back to me
Oh, and it all comes back to me
And it all comes back to me
And it all comes back to me
And it all comes back to me
River Song
Went down to the river
Head hangin low
Nowhere left to go
Went down to the river
Head in my hands
Hopin on some promised lands
If I could free my own mind
I wouldn’t need money or time
And if I could just lose myself
I wouldn’t need anyone else, river
Went down to the river
Head in a bag
Wavin my American flag
Went down to the river
Head to the ground
Looky here y’all what I’ve found
That if I could just free my mind
I wouldn’t be bound by the confines of space and time
And if I could just lose myself
Wouldn’t need to worry about anyone else, river
No, river
Flow river, flow
River