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Lowlife (live at CBGB)
03:51
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LOWLIFE
(Words inspired by text from the books "Low Life" (1991) by Luc Santé and "The Gangs of New York" (1927) by Herbert Asbury)
Let me tell you 'bout a time, a century ago
When the Empire State was not yet king
Manhattan was a town, with debauchery abound
There was little else to do but drink
Yeah they came by the droves through Ellis Island terminal
With a dream of plucking dollars from the trees
Then they'd find some tenement and a way to pay the rent
For some tiny shithole near the Bowery
Piker Ryan he was born in a dirty part of town
In a place that one day would be called SoHo
But that was back in the day before modern real estate
When this shantytown was 'Hellís Hundred Acres'
Well Piker soon grew to an age where he could try to earn a wage
But instead he joined a local gang of hoods
As the Whyos they were known, and their numbers they did grow
'Til they ran their world of crime with attitude
Piker Ryan was destined for fame
He knew that he'd make the headlines someday
So he kept up with his work - he was just another jerk
He was just another lowlife
Punching - two dollars
Both eyes blacked - four dollars
Nose and jaw broke - ten dollars
Jacked out or ear chawed off - fifteen dollars
Leg or arm broke - nineteen bucks
Shot in leg or stabbed - twenty-five bucks
Doing the big job - one-hundred bucks and up
Piker Ryan would soon find fame
Yeah he'd even make the headlines of the day
The cops they caught him with some priceless evidence
A list to sell his fists for hire - he was just a lowlife
Piker Ryan yeah he found fame
He even made the headlines of the day
The cops they caught him with a take-out menu
A list to sell his fists for hire - he was just a lowlife
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Catatonia
05:37
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Paper God (live at CBGB)
03:47
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Lovely (live at CBGB)
04:14
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Drunk (live at CBGB)
03:41
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(Now She's) Gone
04:39
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EAT 'EM UP JACK!
(Words inspired by text from the books "Low Life" (1991) by Luc Santé and "The Gangs of New York" (1927) by Herbert Asbury)
In 1883 a man was hanged in the Tombs
For a murder in a drunken bout
Mike McGloin was his name and he staked the claim
"A guy ain't tough until he's knocked his man out!"
Well, the same could be said about a man whose been dead
Since the days of the Five Pointers' reign
Jack McManus could box, but it wasn't the sport
That would make some men shit at his name
Eat 'Em Up Jack! Eat 'Em Up Jack!
Jack liked to drink and he loved to smoke
But he lived to work out with his fists
You see, he worked at McGurk's Suicide Hall
Where he was known as a "mayhem specialist"
The problem was that the neighborhood whores
Who were fed up, yeah, they started a trend
They would go to McGurk's to poison themselves
And put their tragic lives to an end
Eat 'em Up Jack! Eat 'em Up Jack!
Eat 'em Up Jack! Eat 'em Up Jack!
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack's knuckles landed hard as a brick
"Throw 'em out, Jack! Before they die!"
Jack would move in the blink of an eye
Well the bodies shuddered as they hit the street
Jack's job was now complete
They cops would come and take the corpses away
As McGurk would laugh, "Well, hey! They didn't die in MY place!"
Eat 'em Up Jack! Eat 'em Up Jack!
Eat 'em Up Jack! Eat 'em Up Jack!
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EAT 'EM UP JACK!
(Words inspired by text from the books "Low Life" (1991) by Luc Santé and "The Gangs of New York" (1927) by Herbert Asbury)
In 1883 a man was hanged in the Tombs
For a murder in a drunken bout
Mike McGloin was his name and he staked the claim
"A guy ain't tough until he's knocked his man out!"
Well, the same could be said about a man whose been dead
Since the days of the Five Pointers' reign
Jack McManus could box, but it wasn't the sport
That would make some men shit at his name
Eat 'Em Up Jack! Eat 'Em Up Jack!
Jack liked to drink and he loved to smoke
But he lived to work out with his fists
You see, he worked at McGurk's Suicide Hall
Where he was known as a "mayhem specialist"
The problem was that the neighborhood whores
Who were fed up, yeah, they started a trend
They would go to McGurk's to poison themselves
And put their tragic lives to an end
Eat 'em Up Jack! Eat 'em Up Jack!
Eat 'em Up Jack! Eat 'em Up Jack!
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack's knuckles landed hard as a brick
"Throw 'em out, Jack! Before they die!"
Jack would move in the blink of an eye
Well the bodies shuddered as they hit the street
Jack's job was now complete
They cops would come and take the corpses away
As McGurk would laugh, "Well, hey! They didn't die in MY place!"
Eat 'em Up Jack! Eat 'em Up Jack!
Eat 'em Up Jack! Eat 'em Up Jack!
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Mark Steiner & His Problems Oslo, Norway
Mark Steiner is a well-known figure in Oslo’s music underworld, and he’s been around in Norway for so long that many assume that he is Norwegian. He is not. This ex-New Yorker is a wandering scoundrel who one might find hanging out in the shadowy corners of a pub at closing time. A international musical vagrant who might walk the streets with Stuart Staples, Nick Cave, and Rowland S. Howard... ... more
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