Whiskey Rabbi Lyrics

Whiskey Rabbi
You've all been worshipping a false messiah.
I pray to God that I got here in time to guide you.
I came to bring you hope, I came to bring you joy,
So I've got to stay alive and drunk and unemployed.
IÕve got to stay alive and drunk and unemployed.
I've GOT TO STAY ALIVE AND DRUNK AND UNEMPLOYED!
Here comes the Whiskey Rabbi, Here comes the Whiskey Rabbi.
I came to destroy all the false piety.
Most of all, the false piety of smug sobriety.
I sneak into town, and IÕm gone in a flash,
Spreaking my wisdom around like a rash,
I'm spreading my wisdom around like a rash,
SPREADING MY WISDOM AROUND LIKE A RASH!
Here comes the Whiskey Rabbi, Here comes the Whiskey Rabbi.
Here comes the Whiskey Rabbi, Here comes the Whiskey Rabbi.
I sure hope she's gonna be sympathetic,
'Cause sheÕs a hot little Catholic paramedic.
IÕve got to leave in the morning, 'cause theyÕre coming to get me,
But first I need you to aid and abet me.
I need you to aid and abet me. I need you to aid and abet me,
I NEED YOU TO AID AND ABET ME!
Here comes the Whiskey Rabbi, Here comes the Whiskey Rabbi.
Here comes the Whiskey Rabbi, Here comes the Whiskey Rabbi.

Lucky God Damn Jew
IÕm a lucky God damn Jew, Lucky God damn Jew,
IÕm a lucky God damn Jew, Lucky God damn Jew.
Got some food, Got some booze, Women who will sleep with me,
IÕm so lucky wanderinÕ round, Scrounging off the bourgeoisie.
IÕm a lucky God damn Jew, Lucky God damn Jew,
IÕm a lucky God damn Jew, Lucky God damn Jew.
Thank you! Thank you! Everyone! Your generosity makes me shout,
Thank you, thank you, everyone For not completely stamping us out.
I'm a lucky God damn Jew, Lucky God damn Jew,
I'm a lucky God damn Jew, Lucky God damn Jew.
Lucky! Lucky! All the time! Now I've got my own country,
Where I am free to persecute People with less luck than me.
Lucky lucky lucky lucky God damn God damn, God damn,
God damn lucky lucky lucky lucky, Lucky lucky lucky lucky God damn God damn,
God damn, God damn, lucky lucky lucky lucky.
Lucky lucky lucky lucky God damn God damn,
God damn God damn lucky lucky lucky lucky,
Lucky lucky lucky lucky God damn God damn,
God damn God damn lucky lucky lucky lucky.
Lucky lucky lucky lucky God damn God damn,
God damn God damn lucky lucky lucky lucky,
Lucky lucky lucky lucky God damn God damn,
God damn God damn lucky lucky lucky lucky.


Song Written In A Romanian Hospital

I wonder, Is this the last time, O Lord?
I wonder, Is this the last time?
The Lord will let you fly in an aeroplane,
But only for so many times,
The Lord will let you fly in an aeroplane,
But only for so many times, O Lord, Only for so many times.
Because people without wings, In giant metal things,
Were never really meant to fly,
So every time I fly in an aeroplane, I wonder, is this the last time?
O Lord, I wonder, is this the last time?
And then I just put it out of my mind,
Young people, I drink to put it out of my mind.
The Lord will let you kill a whiskey bottle,
But only for so many times, The Lord will let you kill a whiskey bottle,
But only for so many times, O Lord, Only for so many times.
Because whiskey on whiskey on whiskey Is risky! (Try to memorize that rhyme.)
So every time I kill a whiskey bottle, I wonder, is this the last time?
O Lord, I wonder, is this the last time?
And then I just put it out of my mind,
Young people, I drink to put it out of my mind.
The Lord will let you lie with a pretty lady,
But only for so many times,
The Lord will let you lie with a pretty lady,
But only for so many times, O Lord, Only for so many times.
Because you might break her heart,
Or you might not get hard,
No matter how hard you try,
So every time I lie with a pretty lady, I wonder, is this the last time?
O Lord, I wonder, is this the last time?
And then I just put it out of my mind,
Young people, I fuck to put it out of my mind.
The Lord will let you check into The Infectious Disease Unit in Brasov,
But only for so many times,
The Lord will let you check into The Infectious Disease Unit in Brasov,
But only for so many times,
O Lord, Only for so many times.

Drunk All Day
(Words and Music by Justin Flett. Arranged by Geoff Berner, Wayne Adams and Diona Davies)
If I had my way IÕd stay drunk all day,
WouldnÕt have to work and have the bills to pay IÕd spend my money on women and wine,
Spend my time getting high, getting by
If I had my way,
Had my way, Had my way,
IÕd stay drunk all day.
IÕve got to get up and go to work I hate my job and my boss is a fuckinÕ jerk.
I wasnÕt born to do somethinÕ I donÕt like,
I wasnÕt born to punch no clock
If I had my way IÕd stay drunk all day,
WouldnÕt have to work and have the bills to pay
IÕd spend my money on women and wine,
Spend my time getting high, getting by
If I had my way, Had my way,
Had my way, IÕd stay drunk all day.
IÕm dreaming of that big green leaf.
Pot and booze is my belief.
I do what I like, and I like what I do,
And if you donÕt like it, Fuck you.
If I had my way IÕd stay drunk all day,
WouldnÕt have to work and have the bills to pay
IÕd spend my money on women and wine,
Spend my time getting high, getting by
If I had my way, Had my way,
Had my way, IÕd stay drunk all day.

Unlistenable Song
Thank you for sending me your new recording,
It was so kind of you to think of me.
Not a single track is boring, ItÕs executed perfectly.
ThereÕs just one song I would forget if I could.
I gues that you could say itÕs just a little too good.
I have to skip it. I just canÕt listen.
I just canÕt listen to that song.
First time I heard it, I remember, I was driving
From somewhere to somewhere else.
Had to pull over Ôcause I just started crying,
As if I couldnÕt help myself.
As if something that I thought was over and done
Was something that IÕll never really quite recover from.
I have to skip it. I just canÕt listen.
I just canÕt listen to that song.
That song reminds me of someone I used to know.
She needed help and protection,
And thatÕs about as far on that subject as I like to go.
So be sure to tell me when youÕre coming through town next.
IÕll try to make it out. Maybe we could have a drink after soundcheck.
ThereÕs lots we could chat about.
And with your setlist, donÕt change a thing,
Just give a little warning before you begin.
I have to skip it. I just canÕt listen. I just canÕt listen to that song.

The True Enemy
Why did God put Evil in the world, God damn it?
Was it just an accident, or did he plan it?
Well, the fact is that God made the world to entertain himself,
And to keep things interesting, he took a little Evil off the shelf.
But to do GodÕs work, evilÕs got to be set free,
To fight Boredom, the true enemy.
Boredom is the true enemy.
With all the bad things put away,
LifeÕs just a boring little play,
And Boredom is the true enemy.
What made Eve and Adam fall so fast?
A snake in the grass?
No. Boredom.
What made Pontius Pilate shrug and wash his hands?
Clerical demands? No. Boredom.
What made Mohammed Atta wanna visit New York City?
American foreign policy?
No, same reason as anybody: Boredom is the true enemy.
Boredom is the true enemy.
Now before you start to answer,
Remember: it takes more lives than cancer.
Boredom is the true enemy.
What makes the local teenagers so vile?
The latest music style? No. Boredom.
What makes the Vancouver Police Beat up the harmless protester?
Are they products of incest, Or?
Well, yes. But thatÕs caused by Boredom.
What makes genocide flare up with such tedious frequency?
Some kind of evil flea? People, honestly.
Boredom is the true enemy. Boredom is the true enemy.
So ItÕs really not that nice To want to stamp out every vice,
When boredom is the true enemy.
Songs about cars and angels and the rain Must be disdained.
They are the enemy.
A thousand books chock full of chicken soup
For the souls of the stupid Enemy,
Stories and plays that come with a Happy Ever After guaranteeÑ
Now thatÕs a goddamn tradedy,
When Boredom is the true enemy.
Boredom is the true enemy,
So join me in consensus, YouÕre either with us or against us,
Boredom is the true
Go ahead and sue, But applaud when I am through,
Because Boredom is the true enemy!

And Promises To Break Before I Sleep
I put this deal together With everything I have left.
Every last feather IÕd saved to make my nest. If you look in my basket,
ThatÕs all of my eggs. If I drop it IÕll be lucky if they only break my legs,
Drop it IÕll be lucky if they only break my legs. ItÕs a long shot,
But itÕs my only way out. ItÕs a long shot,
But itÕs my only way out.
At my accountantÕs suggestion, I stole this car from a thief.
The pills IÕm ingesting Are meant to bolster belief
That the string will stay strung For at least a little while,
That the chewing gum will stick it for at least another mile,
Chewing gum will stick it for at least another mile.
ItÕs a long shot, But itÕs my only way out. ItÕs a long shot,
But itÕs my only way out. God bless the lies I told today,
God keep them strong, donÕt let them fail,
And God bless every God damn day
That they keep me out of that Belgian jail.
All them people with money Say they donÕt pay it no mind.
I wonder what they think about All of the time
Cause IÕm so used to this nightmare, That IÕm frightened to awake,
IÕve got miles to go, and lots of promises to break,
Miles to go, and lots of promises to break. ItÕs a long shot,
But itÕs my only way out. ItÕs a long shot, But itÕs my only way out.
ItÕs a long shot, But itÕs my only way out. ItÕs a long shot, But itÕs my only way out.

The TravellerÕs Curse
I have been libelled as a wanderer, This is not the case.
I have home, its just that itÕs an Inconvenient place (right now).
"None is too many of that kind." I overhear you say,
You make some markings on the page And stamp and seal my fate.
I regret now to inform you Who refuse to aid my plight,
Bad luck will come to those who deny The travellers their rights.
All of my pity upon you, All of my pity upon you,
My luck can only get better, Yours is bound to be worse,
Now I see it upon you: The TravellerÕs Curse.
Who can deny your moral right To prosperity and order?
You fell out of your motherÕs cunt
On the correct side of the border.
And your cuntfall gives you all of this
And power over me today, But there are forces in this world
That can take all of that away (in a second).
All of my pity upon you, All of my pity upon you,
My luck can only get better, Yours is bound to be worse,
Now I see it upon you: The TravellerÕs Curse.
DonÕt be misled and think this curse Is mine to make or lift,
You put it on yourself, ItÕs not my place to bend and sift
Your conscience or your character, Your luck is all your own.
Good luck with that, I leave you now, But youÕll never be alone.
All of my pity upon you, All of my pity upon you,
My luck can only get better, Yours is bound to be worse,
Now I see it upon you: The TravellerÕs Curse.

THE VIOLINS - AL KAMANJAAT
(Words by Mahmoud Darwich. Music by Geoff Berner, Wayne Adams and Diona Davies)
The violins weep with the Gypsies heading for Andalusia,
The violins cry for the Arabs departing Andalusia.
The violins cry for a lost epoch that will not return,
The violins cry for a lost homeland that could be regained.
The violins burn the forests of the far darkness
The violins wound the horizon, and smell the blood in my veins.
The violins are horses on a string of phantoms, and water groaning,
The violins are a field of wild lilac that move forward and backward.
The violins are a beast tortured by the nails of a woman who touches and then move away,
the violins are an army that builds a grave of marble and melodies.
The violins are the anarchy of hearts picked up by the wind on a dancer's foot,
the violins are flocks of birds seeking shade under an incomplete banner.
The violins are the complaints of the curled silk on a passionate night,
The violins are the effect of wine denied to an earlier thirst.
The violins follow me, here and there, to avenge me,
The violins are searching to kill me, wherever they find me.
The violins cry for the Arabs departing Andalusia,
the violins weep with the Gypsies heading for Andalusia.

Volcano God
Every song is a kind of prayer,
Every prayer is a kind of advertising jingle,
Every jingle is a kind of epitaph,
Song-prayer to the Volcano God.
They say he has an invisible hand
That builds up the wealth of nations
But the hand that I see every day
Takes away From those who can least afford to pay.
Volcano God, Volcano God,
Which one of my treasures will you take from me today?
Volcano God, Volcano God,
Praise you with my screams as I watch them fall away.
And when Spartacus was up on the cross,
I betcha he had no illusions
What he was an advertisement for,
As he sang his last song-prayer:
Volcano God, Volcano God,
Which one of my treasures will you take from me today?
Volcano God, Volcano God,
Praise you with my screams as I watch them fall away.
Volcano God, Volcano God,
Your appetite grows stronger with each morsel that youÕre fed,
Volcano God, Volcano God,
Praise you with my screams Ôtil you decide to make me dead.
VÕimru, VÕimru amen.