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The Land That Time Forgot

by Chuck Prophet

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1.
Sometimes I fall Straight down into nothing Sometimes I float Oh, right up into the ceiling But it keeps getting harder and harder To make it on my own But I’m trying I got my best shirt on Another one just like it Hanging in my closet My best shirt on You can try it on for size I think you’re gonna like it And sometimes I’ll do Anything for attention And I comb my hair in the mirror Like a man on a mission I thought that I might find you here After you close the store I’m still waiting I got my best shirt on Another one just like it Hanging in my closet My best shirt on You can try it on for size I think you’re gonna like it Oh yeah! I got my best shirt on Another one just like it Hanging in my closet My best shirt on You can try it on for size I think you’re gonna like it Another one just like it Hanging in my closet You can try it on for size I think you’re gonna like it
2.
If Bukowski was good looking And Napoleon was tall If Joan of Arc just took her meds She’d be a movie star If up was down and down was up Imagine where we’d be The New York Dolls would still be here And music would be free And I’d be high As high as Johnny Thunders In the land that time forgot High as Johnny Thunders Well, if Romeo and Juliet Had a couple kids Shakespeare would be on the dole And I’d be president I’d sit there with my feet up All hours of the night I’d be talking to my baby I’d say, “Baby, let’s not fight” And I’d be high As high as Johnny Thunders In the land that time forgot High as Johnny Thunders And if families stayed together I’d have a window seat And all the children of the world Would have enough to eat If heartbreak was a virtue Man, I’d be so virtuous To get back in your pants I might hijack a city bus And I’d be high As high as Johnny Thunders In the land that time forgot High as Johnny Thunders
3.
Marathon 03:47
It’s a marathon, it’s a marathon We’re gonna dance till dawn We’re gonna dance till dawn With the houselights on It’s a marathon Till we all fall down On a moonlit night On a moonlit night We’ll hold each other tight We’ll hold each other tight We’ll be in black and white On a moonlit night Till we all fall down It’s a marathon Step to the right, step to the left I’ll hold you till the break of dawn And you can hang A mirror around my neck So you don’t have to feel alone So you don’t have to feel alone Whoo! Like in the days of yore, Like in the days of yore We’re gonna count to four We’re gonna count to four On a marble floor In the days of yore Till we all fall down It’s a marathon We’re gonna ring that bell We’re gonna ring that bell At the gates of hell We’re gonna kiss and tell Around the wishing well At the gates of hell Till we all fall down It’s a marathon Step to the right, step to the left I’ll hold you till the break of dawn And you can hang A mirror around my neck So you don’t have to feel alone So you don’t have to feel alone
4.
A blade of grass, a firefly A child is born too young to die I’m not calling ahead I’m not getting behind Ain’t waiting on nobody I’m not looking for a sign I’m just paying my respects To the train Paying my respects to the train Got my heart in my throat And my ear to the track Somehow I just know That you’re not coming back Sometimes it comes from the east Sometimes it comes from the west Where it stops That’s just anybody’s guess I’m just paying my respects To the train Paying my respects to the train A skinny child, a fishing boat He warmed his hands Inside your coat I’m not staring ahead I’m not looking behind Ain’t giving up no secrets I’m not putting up a fight I’m just paying my respects To the train Paying my respects to the train
5.
Willie and Nilli had a stereo Willie built that beautiful thing They’d crank Metallica up real loud Jump around the room and sing Sing from their hearts, from their throats Sing at the top of their lungs Till the neighbors from all sides complained To the cops who’d never come They’d be singing Love me like I wanna be loved Love me like I wanna be loved Singing, love me like I wanna be loved Love me like I wanna be loved Love me like I wanna be loved They drank all night and they slept all day In that Polk Street SRO When the sun went down They crushed some ice Ordered Chinese to go And turned that stereo again real loud Singing at the top of their lungs Till the neighbors got the broomsticks out Called the cops who’d never come They’d be singing Love me like I wanna be loved Love me like I wanna be loved Singing, love me like I wanna be loved Love me like I wanna be loved Love me like I wanna be loved Nilli said, “I had a body once Willie, you have no idea I could make a grown man bark all night Anytime, anywhere” Willie said, “I had a lion’s mane, Now I sing at the top of my lungs Till the neighbors get the broomsticks out And the cops all sing along” They’d be singing Love me like I wanna be loved Love me like I wanna be loved Singing, love me like I wanna be loved Love me like I wanna be loved Love me like I wanna be loved
6.
Fast Kid 02:38
Hey! Get up off your knees Which one of you is who he claims to be? Well, they call me John the Baptist, son A woman in a veil’s got me on the run She’s a fast kid growing up all wrong Shaking like a leaf in the golden dawn Gone with the wind, gone with the moon Gone like the tar in my silver spoon Away, gone away I got a feeling rising in my throat We didn’t get here on no fishing boat Hold on! She might be broke. she might be bent But she ain’t working for the government Hold on! She’s a fast kid growing up all wrong Shaking like a leaf in the golden dawn Gone with the wind, gone with the moon Gone like the tar in my silver spoon Away, gone away Gone away Gone away Gone away Gone away
7.
You can look around for a heart that’s true All of the time it’s right in front of you I could make a problem out of anything at all My head in the clouds, my feet in the mud They may be right, I may be wrong Time can only tell If we can wait that long Love doesn’t come from the barrel of a gun My head in the clouds, my feet in the mud There’s a moon that’s full on a black sand beach There’s a driftwood fire just below your feet There’s a perfect wave no one will ever reach You can come around any time you want We can go to bed or to a restaurant Love doesn’t come from the barrel of a gun You’ve got the silver, yeah You’ve got the gold We’ve got each other to have and to hold Love doesn’t come from the barrel of a gun One more thing I’d like you to know Wishing and hoping never made it so Love doesn’t come from the barrel of a gun Love doesn’t come from the barrel of a gun Put a little love in your heart
8.
Just last night I fantasized I was in a time machine Walking hand in hand with my sister there Along the San Clemente beach My fourth grade class took a field trip once To pay tribute to the man Did I ever tell you that I was born In the heart of Nixonland? He flew to China on Air Force One Had a meal in Chinatown Even when things were really looking up Poor Richard was always looking around Politicians maneuver, negotiate Yeah, they lie, they cheat, and they scam He cut a trail through the DMZ All the way up to Nixonland He talked about himself like he was someone else In the third person, I guess you’d say He’d say Nixon had a rough night He’d saY Nixon needs a drink He’d say Nixon loves Memorial Day He had a wife and two daughters too They were with him right up until the end Holed up like four refugees High on a cliff over Nixonland He stood at the window – looked over the crowd As the crowd shouted “Jail to the Chief!” He stood at the window with his tumbler of scotch In his slippers and his BVDs He talked to a portrait of Honest Abe Said, “Surely, Abe, you must understand The Jews are out to bring me down From way up high over Nixonland”
9.
Meet me at the roundabout Honey, don’t be late I’ve been here since Christmas Eve And it’s almost New Year’s Day Time is running back and forth Running in my brain I don’t know who I am If you’re not here with me So meet me at the roundabout, don’t be late You can have my heart but don’t break it Time is running deaf and dumb Time is running blind Tell me anything I’ll believe it You took me to a Catholic priest And I took you to a whore You took the breath right out of me Against your kitchen door We’ve got no obligations No one to impress Go on and ask me anything The answer will be yes Just meet me at the roundabout, don’t be late You can have my heart but don’t break it Time is running deaf and dumb Time is running blind Tell me anything I’ll believe it I’ll believe it
10.
Womankind 03:39
Man made that, man made this He made the blow-up doll He made the iron fist But he didn’t make the wind And he didn’t make the rain Or the cold sunshine On a winter’s day Meet me down by the powerlines I’ll be there for you I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine We’ve got nothing left to prove Oh, Womankind Man made this, and man made that He made the parking lot He made the pork pie hat But you carried a child And you taught it to live While they short you every hour For the time you put in Meet me down by the powerlines I’ll be there for you I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine We’ve got nothing left to prove Oh, Womankind You be the twilight, I’ll be the dawn I’ll bring the ball and chain They think you’re weak Because you’re soft I know who’s stronger than me Oh, Womankind Meet me down by the powerlines I’ll be there for you I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine We’ve got nothing left to prove Meet me down by the powerlines I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine
11.
Even as a child in her lonely room She was planning her big getaway It could not come too soon Oh, but time can stop a heart And start it up again Every night was an eternity She would lay there and pretend She was waving goodbye, yeah She was waving goodbye Oh oh There was nothing left for her to hang on to She was naked to the waist Lying in her bed When her mother came in through the door She was kissing her best friend Oh, they formed a little group And never had one doubt Spent a summer on the road Living hand to mouth She was waving goodbye, yeah She was waving goodbye, whoa, oh And there was nothing left for her to hold on to Now she lives behind a wall In Manhattan Beach Far from her mother’s warm embrace Beyond her daddy’s reach Oh, but even as a child In her lonely room She was planning her big getaway It could not come too soon She was waving goodbye, yeah She was waving goodbye Whoa, oh There was nothing left for her to hang on to She was waving goodbye
12.
Me, I’m just one man Up on the stage I make my stand Yes, it’s true, I have a band Up here behind me While you, you’ve got your crew And the Secret Service too And your wife from the EU But you’re no good at rhyming So hey, get down off that stage We’ve heard everything you’ve got to say You’ve been calling all the shots You’ve got us all tied up in knots C’mon man, get off the stage Now me, I spend half of my life In an Econoline van With my band and my wife And when she steps up to the mic I’ve seen grown men burst out crying While you, you’ve got an ugly mouth You got no heart at all, Except for your Russian pal You’re an obstruction in democracy’s bowel And the patient is dying So come down off that stage Please get off the stage Come on down and take a seat We’ll put some John Prine on repeat All we’re asking is get off the stage If you were an automobile You’d be out of gas With four flat tires and a smog check That’s never gonna pass If you were a pair of socks You’d be full of holes You’re one bad hombre So why don’t you just turn around And go home And maybe do something with that hair Take a walk in the park Visit a renaissance fair You’re headed for prison, you know But don’t be scared The first time is the hardest Just get down off that stage We’ve heard everything you’ve got to say Take a book down off the shelf Try to love somebody else Whatever you do, just get off the stage

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THE LAND THAT TIME FORGOT got off the ground in the Money Belt, only to find its legs in the Borscht Belt. Musically it has deep roots, from the Southern Delta to the discos of Munich. There’s a kind of folkish inevitability to it, lots of acoustic instruments, on top of the each other and side by side. But as much as folk music is the soil all music grows from, it never hurts to have a boiler room. So, there’s always a rhythm section shuffling under your feet here.

Written mostly with longtime co-conspirator klipschutz, this LP steps out of Chuck Prophet’s comfort zone (“two guitars, bass, and drums”). After nailing three tracks in S.F. with Grammy-winning alchemist Matt Winegar, Prophet confesses, “We hit a wall. Schedules. Money. Towed vehicles: a thousand large to get one van out of lockup.”

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released May 15, 2020

2020, (((belle sound))) under exclusive license to Yep Roc Records.

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Chuck Prophet San Francisco, California

Since his neo-psychedelic Green On Red days, Chuck Prophet has been turning out country, folk, blues, and Brill Building classicism.

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