Donald Fagen - Sunken Condos (2012)

Since you've been gone, an awesome change has come about
My life is different now,
I'm not the same without you
I'm evolving at a really astounding rate of speed
Into something way cooler, than what I was before
I feel much stronger than I have in years
My mind is sharp, and my spirit's high
Now people tell me the shape of my face is changing
I've grown an inch tall since you left
What in the world is going on? Please tell me

Without you, I now have eyes to see
Some other destiny.
A futurescape of brighter dreams
In which I bring off heroic escapades.

I can hold my breath for a really long time now
I can hold my own
I'm not the same without you

Without you, I now have eyes to see
Some other destiny.
A futurescape of brighter dreams
In which I bring off heroic escapades.

Since you've been gone, it's like somebody switched the stars back on
I can see into everybody's heart, and everybody's dreams girl
I don't need sleeW anymore,
If I close my eyes, I sleep the sleep of the gods

I'm not the same without you

And no, no, no

I'm not the same without you
I'm not the same without you
I'm not the same without you
I'm not the same without you

I walked into Lindey's, tired and tight 
Me and my Julie, been a' fighting all night 
Bankroll don't like it when I come in late 
We got a big beef with a small concern we must liquidate. 
We cab down to the St. Mark for a lookie-lou 
They'ra all loungin' in the lobby, and we do what we come to do. 
Lotsy goes down easy, Moe takes it in the face 
Weinburg brothers, run for cover, squirting metal all over the place. 

There's a special satisfaction 
When a job comes off so right. 
Better break out the good stuff, 
The boss wants to party all night. 

My Julie's in the chorus, on Mr. Ziegfield's stage, 
My little canary, in a golden cage, 
I'm goofy on the girlie, but she runs hot and cold, 
It's a relief to get marching orders, and do just what I'm told. 
Tonight we 'jack the convoy, 200 barrel run, 
Trucked in from a brewery in East Paterson, 
Rolled in around midnight, delivered to the Speaks, 
All that bubble, no trouble, whole crew gets to dip their beaks. 

There's a special satisfaction 
When a job comes off so right. 
Better break out the good stuff, 
The boss wants to party all night. 

It's just about dawn, when I finally get home, 
I find my twist with that punk, Johnny Rome. 
So I popped the both, and I ankled downtown, 
To a hop-house in the Tenderloin, need to kick that gong around. 

There's a special satisfaction 
When a job comes off so right. 
Better break out the good stuff, 
The boss wants to party all night.

Have you seen the memorabilia? 
Rusty old memorabilia, 
Souvenirs of perfect doom, 
In the back of Louis Dakine's back room. 

Have you seen the memorabilia? 
Dusty old memorabilia, 
Souvenirs of perfect doom, 
In the back of Louis Dakine's back room. 

Have you met that lovely creature? 
The exceptional Ivy King. 
She knows just what she's after. 
She's got a jones for the real thing. 

For that vintage atomic trash, 
For the alien breeze, 
The bright white flash, 
From the Island east of the Carolines. 
Lovely Island. 

Have you seen the memorabilia? 
Rusty old memorabilia, 
Souvenirs of perfect doom, 
In the back of Louis Dakine's back room. 

Have you seen the memorabilia? 
Dusty old memorabilia, 
Souvenirs of perfect doom, 
In the back of Louis Dakine's back room. 

In a room right off the kitchen 
There's an old gas centrifuge. 
Color film of Castle Bravo, 
Girl you know that shot was huge. 

There's a crate full of lead-lined pipes, 
A photo of laughing navy types 
On the Island east of the Carolines. 
Lovely Island. 

Have you seen the memorabilia? 
Junky old memorabilia, 
Souvenirs of perfect doom, 
In the back of Louis Dakine's back room. 

Have you seen the memorabilia? 
Funky old memorabilia, 
Souvenirs of perfect doom, 
In the back of Louis Dakine's back room. 

There was an Island 
East of the Carolines. 
Lovely Island. 

Have you seen the memorabilia? 
Rusty old memorabilia, 
Souvenirs of perfect doom, 
In the back of Louis Dakine's back room. 

Have you seen the memorabilia? 
Dusty old memorabilia, 
Souvenirs of perfect doom, 
In the back of Louis Dakine's back room. 

Have you seen the memorabilia? 
Junky old memorabilia, 
Souvenirs of perfect doom, 
In the back of Louis Dakine's back room.

Back in double-o-seven
Miss M was queen
She could roll like a pro rolls
When she was seventeen

Whether straight or hammered
She was the best in town
When she release the red ball
All the pins fall down

Can’t you hear the balls rumble?
Can’t you hear the balls rumble?
Miss Marlene
We’re still bowling
Every Saturday night
Saturday night

Your move to the lane, child
Played on my heartstrings
With the long skinny legs, child
And your hoop earrings

When the stakes are sky-high
That’s when you'd always shine
The ball would ride a moonbeam
Down the inside line

Can’t you hear the balls rumble?
Can’t you hear the balls rumble?
Miss Marlene
We’re still bowling
Every Saturday night
Saturday night

And then, one night
Something came apart
You were throwin' back hurricanes
And we knew someone
Had played with your heart

You ran into the dark street
At University Place
The cab came up so fast that
We saw your laughin' face

Can’t you hear the balls rumble?
Can’t you hear the balls rumble?
Miss Marlene
We’re still bowling
Every Saturday night

Sometimes on a league night
I catch her scent again
Her hand guiding my hand
We drop the seven-ten

Can’t you hear the balls rumble?
Can’t you hear the balls rumble
Miss Marlene
We’re still bowling
Every Saturday night
Saturday night

Every Saturday night

Every Saturday night

Every Saturday night

Every Saturday night

You've come a long way baby, 
From wealth and food stamp lines, 
You're moving on up, 
And leaving poverty behind. 

You've had a good education, 
And seen the best of the schools, 
But when you take a drink, 
The ghetto comes out of you. 

I took you out of the ghetto, 
(I took you out of the ghetto) 
I took you out of the ghetto, 
(I took you out of the ghetto) 
I took you out of the ghetto, 
(I took you out of the ghetto) 
But I could not get that ghetto out of you. 

You're a foxy lady, 
Your mamma had a beautiful child, 
You're built like a brick house, 
And that's no lie. 

When we go to the disco, 
You drive the fellas wild, 
When you shake your booty, 
Ghetto style. 

I took you out of the ghetto, 
(I took you out of the ghetto) 
I took you out of the ghetto, 
(I took you out of the ghetto) 
I took you out of the ghetto, 
(I took you out of the ghetto) 
But I could not get that ghetto out of you. 

You're a hunk of raw sugar, 
Got some real sweet hips, 
Your love, your love, your love, 
Is like a honey drip. 

Your roots are in the mean streets, 
That'll never change, 
Ghetto mamma, 
Stay the same. 

I took you out of the ghetto, 
(I took you out of the ghetto) 
I took you out of the ghetto, 
(I took you out of the ghetto) 
I took you out of the ghetto, 
(I took you out of the ghetto) 
But I could not get that ghetto out of you. 

Ghetto mamma, don't you change, 
Ghetto mamma, stay the same. 

Ghetto mamma, don't you change, 
Ghetto mamma, stay the same. 

Ghetto mamma, don't you change, 
Ghetto mamma, stay the same. 

Ghetto mamma, don't you change, 
Ghetto mamma, stay the same. 

Ghetto mamma, don't you change, 
Ghetto mamma, stay the same.

She's from a small town somewhere upstate 
I guess she's somewhere between 19 and 38 
She stays up all night - she drives too fast 
I say easy baby - baby slow down 
It's never gonna happen 
On Planet D'Rhonda 

When we go out dancin' - she's always the star 
When she does the Philly Dog - I gotta have CPR 
She put on a dress last night made of 
Plastic wrap 
It was off the hook - crazy sweet 
What everybody's wearin' 
On Planet D'Rhonda 

My friends say Jim - you're on a deadly spree 
They just can't understand that D's my 
Vitamin XYZ 

She's always frantic now 
She's never calm 
She's not the type of girl 
You wanna bring home to mom 
But when you need big lovin' 
She never stops 
Yes it's Monkey Time - twenty four -seven 
Then of the planet: 
Planet D'Rhonda 

My friends say Jim - you're on a deadly spree 
They just can't understand that D's my 
Vitamin XYZ 

Sometimes she's vicious - sometimes rude 
You got to be a mind reader just to guess 
Her mood 
But when you need big lovin' 
She never stops 
Yes it's Monkey Time - twenty four -seven 
Then of the planet: 
Planet D'Rhonda

It was an October morning
Near the carousel.
I met a light young beauty,
And we talked there for a spell.

We walked up by the green lawn,
And my heart began to sing.
Mad man on a bench screams out,
“Hold on to that slinky thing,
Hold on to that slinky thing.”

Went to a party.
Everybody stood around,
Thinking, “Hey, what's she doing
With a burned out hippie clown?”

Young dudes were grinning,
I can't say it didn't sting.
Some punk said, “Pops, you better
Hold on to that slinky thing,
Hold on to that slinky thing.”

More light, more light, more light, more light, more light, more light.
More light, more light, more light, more light, more light, more light.

Today we were strolling
By the reptile cage.
I'm thinking, “Does she need somebody
Who's closer to her own age?”

Try not to worry
What tomorrow may bring.
I'm just going to do my best to
Hold on to that slinky thing,
Hold on to that slinky thing.

More light, more light, more light, more light, more light, more light.
More light, more light, more light, more light, more light, more light.

Today we were strolling
By the reptile cage.
I'm thinking, “Does she need somebody
Who's closer to her own age?”

Try not to worry
What tomorrow may bring.
I'm just going to do my best to
Hold on to that slinky thing.

She smiled,
There's a sun in my sky.
She laughed,
That's my power supply.
She stayed with me,
I know heaven is right here on earth.

She smiled,
There's a sun in my sky.
She laughed,
That's my power supply.
She stayed with me,
I know heaven is right here on earth.

She smiled,
There's a sun in my sky.
She laughed,
That's my power supply.
She stayed with me,
I know heaven is right here on earth.

Tonight, I ran into that kid, who's been upgrading all your stuff.
You're right, he really knows his shit, a real diamond in the rough.

A funny little load clicks on, inside my head.

So tell me, he doesn't seem your type, but is there something I should know?
Don't lie, are you trying to hide that special glow?

Back then, I know one thing you liked, was my flatline attitude.
You'd think, you'd never fall for this, some total "as if" type of dude.

Funny little load clicks on...

You're the New Breed alright.
I guess you're what she wants now.
You're young and strong, and you own the night
Good luck to you both, I'll get along somehow.

I get it, you look(s) at me and think, he's ready for Jurassic Park.
He's sweet, but it's time to find a keener spark.

I guess, I'll make my exit now.
Before you twist the knife.

It's best, if I just leave you here
To your new dot-com-slash life

Funny little load clicks on...

You're the New Breed alright.
I guess you're what she wants now.
You're young and strong, and you own the night
Good luck to you both, I'll get along somehow.

The air is boiling, sun on my back
Inside I'm frozen, girl, I'm about to crack

They may fix the weather in the world
Just like Mr. Gore said
But tell me what's to be done
Lord, 'bout the weather in my head

Girl, when you hurt me, when you told those lies
It's like a typhoon exploded behind my eyes

They may fix the weather in the world
Just like Mr. Gore said
But tell me what's to be done
Lord, 'bout the weather in my head

Here comes my own Katrina, the levee comes apart
There's an ocean of misery flooding my heart

They may fix the weather in the world
Just like Mr. Gore said
But tell me what's to be done
Lord, 'bout the weather in my head

Seaquake by morning, says QUAKE-TV
Rogue wave comes high
And it breaks all over me

They may fix the weather in the world
Just like Mr. Gore said
But tell me what's to be done
Lord, 'bout the weather in my head

Four old hippies driving in the rain
I asked for a lift
They said, get used to the pain

They're gonna fix the weather in the world
Just like Mr. Gore said
But tell me what's to be done
Lord, 'bout the weather in my head

I said, what's to be done
Lord, 'bout the weather in my head