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As The River Flows

by Jobriath

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1.
Dope Everything is coming out the capsules Dope Everyone is made by the bagful Every time I seem to reach the top I’m coming down But then again without you I would never leave the ground Amazing Amazing Amazing Amazing amazing dope tales Amazing dope tales Amazing Dope Everything is coming out the capsules Dope Gonna tell us how you got those stripes, baby? Every time I turn around I hear another story About a lonely pop star who appeared in all his glory Amazing Amazing Amazing Amazing amazing dope tales Amazing dope tales Amazing Ah Half a dozen rainbows growing out of his brain Well, he handed me some sunshine and he showed me the moon Well you may have thought it’s midnight but it’s High noon, high noon Shoot it baby shoot it baby shoot it baby shoot it baby Do it up do it up do it up do it Shoot it up shoot it baby shoot it baby shoot it baby Do it up do it up do it up do it Get off get off get off get off Dope Everything is coming out the capsules Dope Everyone is makin it by the bagful Every time I seem to reach the top I’m coming down But then again without you I would never leave the ground Amazing Amazing Amazing Amazing amazing dope tales Amazing dope tales Amazing
2.
Wildfire in Memphis Hurricane in Jacksonville Blow ’way my streetwalkin’ feet And take me where you will I walked the streets in Dallas And I picked up a buck in a carriage race But in the dim light of the pool halls I could not see my face Dear sir, I haven’t got a home On these streets I live and roam Please sir, take a poor boy home I walk walk walk the streets all day I walk walk walk the streets all night I walk walk walk with my feet on fire My love for hire Oh, shall we retire? Picked up in Hollywood By a band of wealthy gypsies Singing peace, love, Hare Krishna Will you be a star today? Have you ever played “Romance in F” To the accompaniment Of the earth tremblin’ ’neath your feet On Selma Avenue? Well, in New York, I must admit, tricks are easier More streets to walk at night I know the name of every pick-up bar in town Do you? Dear sir, I haven’t got a home On these streets I live and roam Please sir, take a poor boy home I walk walk walk the streets all day I walk walk walk the streets all night I walk walk walk to my destiny Someday I may be a big discovery I learned to love my brother In a way that few folks ever will But in the streets my love was tempted By a twenty-dollar bill Wildfire in Memphis Hurricane in Jacksonville Blow ’way my streetwalkin’ feet And take me where you will Take me where you will
3.
I'maman 03:55
I'm a man Yeah, I'm an elegant man I'm a man Satin bows and open toes are what I am Yes, I'm a man Yeah, I'm a fragile man I'm a man Light of step and soft of touch A gentle man You know, I could love you But if I should love you Then I would love you the way a man loves a woman Take the place that I was given My body claims my mind and soul So let me be what I am An elegant man I'm a man Charles, dust my pumps. You know, I could love you But if I should love you Then I would love you the way a man loves a woman Take the place that I was given My body claims my mind and soul So let me be what I am A gentle man Yes, I'm a man So I'm an elegant man I'm a man Clara Bowes and open toes are what I am Yes, I'm a man And I can love you Yes, I'm a man And I can love you Yes, I'm a man La-la-la-la-la-la-love you I'm a man
4.
The people that you meet When you walk down the street Turn their eyes away And hurry by on trembling feet Confusion takes a pill Paranoia takes a shot As helpless as a new idea You don’t know what you got But no need to cry, my baby No need to cry ’Cause pop will still be singing you A ducky lullaby The box is full of dope tales Deaf old maids sing out of tune Blind men argue what they see Bob Hope is on the moon Animals are news Pigs and doves and hawks alike For the first time in your life You know your left from your right But no need to cry, my baby No need to cry ’Cause pop will still be singing you A ducky lullaby Here goes Now Jesus is a hit on Top 40 radio But if the drake chews bubblegum Then the duck will steal the show And the Motor City’s old clichés Are pounding at your brain Finders, keepers, pay to the piper It’s driving you insane But no need to cry, my baby No need to cry ’Cause pop will still be singing you A ducky lullaby Santa Claus can’t make it On account of the smog His reindeer are on strike And Rudolph got a nose job Huck Finn was run down on Highway 66 And to make things worse The people tell you how to get y’all’s tricks But no need to cry, my baby No need to cry ’Cause pop will still be singing you A ducky lullaby Well sing it
5.
Poor little dreamer While away the hours Nostalgic for the memories you never knew With borrowed visions of a better time You know you’re out of tune Singing sighs of hidden fantasies that no one understands But you, little dreamer Dream on Poor little dreamer Don’t open up your eyes Or you may find the old folks aren’t at home no more Swanee River dying Wrote her legacy on muddy shores: To each and every man I leave five million grains Of dust and sand But you, little dreamer Dream on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on Poor little dreamer If you were only rich Then you could really build your castle in the sky Well, or at least atop a mountain You could sleep upon a cloud And wear its silver lining in your hair With no one else around But you, little dreamer Don’t turn away from me You know I’d be the last to wake you from your slumber I know it seems sometimes that I’m not with you Please don’t get me wrong You see, I gave up dreaming long ago One Sunday on the moon But you, little dreamer Dream on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on Poor little dreamer You know you’re old, you’re gone No earthly good to anyone You’re all alone now But earthly goods, they come and go As we have seen so many times So if you think you have the time Then maybe someday you can dream For me, little dreamer Dream on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on and on and on Dream on and on
6.
So what if “Oh why ba-ba-lu-ba-bam” didn’t rhyme Austin-Healey and the Comets drove me to the prom in time But after twenty years of the same This is all I got to say: Well, so long Miss Jagger I think I’ll be going my way But after twenty years of the same This is all I got to say: Well, so long Miss Jagger I think I’ll be going my way Three plays for a quarter is ancient history now But the Stones roll away and rock that jukebox still Today closed circuit concert tours Tomorrow yesterday’s music soars But so long Miss Jagger I think I’ll be going my way Today yesterday’s music soars And after twenty years of the same Well so long Miss Jagger I think I’ll be going my way
7.
City Freak 03:41
My old lady is a city freak You would laugh at the colors of her hair And when she walks It’s only a couple of blocks And if it’s further she’ll pay a fare My old lady My old lady is a city freak She has gold where her fingers used to be And she guards her life with a jewel encrusted rubber knife And goes to market at goodwill industries My old lady Ooh Listen to the sound of the city All she does is hear Pretty little woman Baby if she calls She’s found it now Or she’s heard it all Sure, she’s heard it all She’s heard it all I don’t know My old lady is a city freak My old lady My, my, my My, my, my
8.
Inside 04:45
Outside of my window The rain’s falling down It’s falling so close It’s chill is near, yet far away And the roar down below As Moses parts the sea All the black city streets To me is distant harmony Outside Those little yellow raincoats running in the rain Beckon, how they beckon with their sweet refrain Of laughter Outside Those fools don’t know ’nough to come in out the rain Would, you know they would if they could just remain Inside Inside, inside With someone like you Outside Those little yellow raincoats running in the rain Beckon, how they beckon with their sweet refrain Of laughter Outside Those fools that don’t know ’nough to come in out the rain Would, you know they would if they could just remain Inside Inside, inside With someone like you
9.
Oh woe Ay ya ya ya As the river flows So must you and I
10.
The people that you meet When you walk down the street Turn their eyes away And hurry by on trembling feet Confusion takes a pill Paranoia takes a shot As helpless as a new idea You don’t know what you got But no need to cry, my baby No need to cry ’Cause pop will still be singing you Another lullaby The box is full of dope tales Deaf old maids sing out of tune Blind men argue what they see Bob Hope is on the moon Animals are news Pigs and doves and hawks alike For the first time in your life You know your left from your right But no need to cry, poor baby No need to cry ’Cause pop will still be singing you A ducky lullaby Here goes Now Jesus is a hit on Top 40 radio But if the drake chews bubblegum Then the duck will steal the show And the Motor City’s old clichés Are pounding at your brain Finders, keepers, pay to the piper It’s driving you insane But no need to cry, poor baby No need to cry ’Cause pop will still be singing you A ducky lullaby Well sing it

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A full album's worth of never-before released Jobriath recordings from 1971-72! And then some - all orders include a bonus digital download of additional unreleased material not on the vinyl or CD.
Digitally mastered from the original tapes.

A portion of proceeds from this release go to AIDS United (aidsunited.org).

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released June 17, 2014

ESC018

Special thanks to Lisa Fancher, Jerry Brandt, Hayden Wayne, Richard Podolor, Bill Cooper, Kieran Turner, Billy Cross, Zenobia,
Shelley Plimpton, Woody Lewis, Joe Putrock, Jerry Campbell,
Bill Fogle, Jonathan Poletti, Amy Theriault and Benno Friedman

Masters Appear Courtesy of The Lisa Fancher Archives and Richard Podolor & Bill Cooper

Mastered by Paul duGre
Vinyl master by Paul Gold at Salt Mastering, Brooklyn, NY

Cover photo by and ©Benno Friedman
Color by Jordan J. Lloyd at Dynamichrome (dynamichrome.com)
Photo preproduction by Joe Putrock

Executive Producers: Jed Davis and Lisa Fancher

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Jobriath recorded two amazing albums for Elektra in the early '70s, but that's just the tip of the iceberg. Eschatone proudly brings you rare, previously-unreleased Jobriath material with the blessing of both Jobriath's family and manager Jerry Brandt. ... more

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