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Joan of Arc

Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc as she came riding through the dark;
no moon to keep her armour bright,
no man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, "I'm tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite."

Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I've watched you riding every day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine.
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke.
"Why, I'm fire," he replied,
"And I love your solitude, I love your pride."

"Then fire, make your body cold,
I'm going to give you mine to hold,"
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and high above the wedding guests
he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.

It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?

HENRY (New Riders Of The Purple Sage)

Ev'ry year around this time
It seems it all goes dry.
Ain't a thing for love nor money.
That will get you high.

Henry got p*ssed off and said he'd run to Mexico.
Said that he would come back home with forty keys of Gold!

Well, the road to Acapulco is very hard indeed.
And it isn't any easier if you haven't any weed.
Henry drivin' hard and straight down twisty mountain roads.
While forty people wait back home for word of Henry's load.

(Chorus) Well, he's rolling down that mountain
Goin' fast, fast, fast!
And if he blows it this one's going to be his last
Run to Acapulco to turn the Golden Keys.
Henry, put your brakes on for this corner, if you please!

Sunday afternoon Tiajuana is a lonely town.
The Bullfights bring the tourists
And the money's flowin round.
Border guard's too weat there at five o'clock.
Henry's rolling right on through
He hardly even stops!

(Chorus)

Well, he got to Alcapulco and he turns his truck around.
He's talkin' to the man who's got it
Growin' from the ground
Henry tastes it. He got wasted. Couldn't even see!
How he's going to drive like this is not to clear to me.

(Chorus)

ROLAND, THE HEADLESS THOMPSON GUNNER (Warren Zevon)

Roland was a warrior from the Land Of The Midnight Sun.
With his Thompson Gun for hire
Fighting to be done.
So, the deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day.
To head off for Biafra and join the bloodly fray.

In Sixty six and seven, they fought the Congo War.
With their triggers in their triggers
Knee deep in gore.
For days and nights they battled the Bantu
To their knees.
They killed to earn their living
And help out the Congolese.

(Chorus) Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner!
Norways's bravest son!
You can still see his headless body
Stalking through the night.
In the muzzel flash of Roland's Thompson Gun!

His comrades fought beside him,
VanOwen and the rest.
But of all the Thompson Gunners
Roland was the best.
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead.
And that Son of a Bitch, VanOwen
Blew off Roland's head!

(Chorus)

Roland searched the Continent
For the man who'd done him in.
He found him Mombassa
In a barroom drinking gin.
Roland raised his Thompson Gun
He didn't say a word.
And he blew out Owen's body
From there to Johannesburg!

(Chorus)

The eternal Thompson Gunner
Still stalking through the night.
And now it's ten years later
And he still keeps up the fight.
In Ireland
And Lebanon
In Palestine
And Berkeley!
Patty Hurst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson Gun
And Bought It!

Jack.