Draw The Line
- Released
- December 01, 1977
- Label
- Columbia Records
- Recorded At
- The Cenacle, Armonk NY and The Record Plant, NYC
- Length
- 35:14
- Discs
- 1
- Credits
- Tyler/Perry
- Length
- 3:24
- First known play
- 1977-06-24
- Most recent known play
- 2016-10-27
- Total known full plays
- 835
- Total times opening a show
- 63
- Total times closing a show
- 43
Checkmate honey, beat you at your own damn game
No dice honey, I'm livin' on a astral plane
Feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain
Oh, heads I win, tails you lose, to the never mind
When to draw the line
Indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner, and rarely ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all night, and
Wrong all the right outta me
Oh, pass me the vile and cross your Fingers
It don't take time
Know where to draw the line
Hi ho silver, we were singin' all your cowboy songs
Oh, you told Carrie, and promised her you wouldn't be long
Heads I win, tails you lose, lord it's such a crime
No dice honey, you the salt, you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey, you're the only one who's got to choose
Where to draw the line
Checkmate, don't be late
Take another pull
That's right impossible
When you got to be yourself
You're the boss of the toss
The dice, the price
Grab yourself a slice
Know where to draw the line
- Credits
- Tyler/Perry
- Length
- 3:09
- Additional Personnel
- Stan Bronstein (Saxophone), Scott Cushnie (Piano)
- First known play
- 1977-09-29
- Most recent known play
- 1980-12-03
- Total known full plays
- 27
Kickin' down the road
Feelin' mighty slowed
With the likes of you
Gettin' mighty spaced
Never had a taste
Of what you're goin' through
I can't bitch
Went from rags to riches
Then to ragtime
Screamin' the blues
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Try to make a fool out of me
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Try to make a fool out of me
Swing low
Sweet cherry-o
When a strange love
Showed me the way
Ya see more
Can't keep a score
When the whore's comin'
On for the play
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool out of me
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Try to make a fool out of me
E. Poe
Eatin' crow
Wonder if he knowed that
The raven was mad
Time passed
And words lost the last
Of the best thing he ever had
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool out of me
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Try to make a fool out of me
Oh play rough
Can't get enough
So they try to make a fool out of me, lordy
Ain't foolin' me
Ya ain't ghoulin' me
Ain't foolin' me
Ya ain't ghoulin' me
- Credits
- Tyler/Hamilton/Jack Douglas
- Length
- 4:52
- Additional Personnel
- Scott Cushnie (Piano)
- Total known full plays
- 0
Arriving in boats, black hooded coats
Tormentors climbed into my room
I crawled under my bed, covered my head
But they're flushin' me out with a broom
The leader, she's small, pinned my ass to the wall
For my seeds or she'd be losin' her past
Time after time, she'd be readin' my mind
But she never got the feelin' to last
Celebrate, celebrate, celebraid it
This is the critical mass
So far so good, I heard the other say
So good so far, they're takin' me away
I drink to you, your mind, her ass
We'll take a drink and break the glass
Celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it
This is the critical mass
Now the tallest of two, with a brush full of blue
Paints surrealist scenes on the wall
So I tell her for fun, that it's really well done
But she just ain't listenin' at all
She points to my heart, tellin' me if I'm smart
I'll practice and phase
Out and admit, when the shoe doesn't fit
And I went screaming out down the hall
I need it
I need your love
I need your love
Need your love need your love
Just then I heard a poundin' on the door
We're all here, sang the voice of twenty more
I drink to you alas
We'll take a drink and break the glass
Celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it
We are the critical mass
Time and space, is takin' me away
Time erase, don't know the time of day
Time and space, is takin' me away
Time erase, don't know the time of day
Time and space, is takin' me away
Time erase, don't know the time of day
- Credits
- Tyler/Perry
- Length
- 4:02
- Additional Personnel
- Karen Lawrence (Background vocals)
- First known play
- 1977-10-09
- Most recent known play
- 1978-08-06
- Total known full plays
- 14
- Total known partial plays
- 2
Take me on you rockin' whores
Hit the lights and shut your doors
Grab your ankles everyone
Ain't my way of having fun
Can't give it up, gotta get it up, give it up, c'mon Nancy
Can't get it up, get it up, for your fancy
Gotta get it up, get it up, c'mon Nancy
Can't get it up, gotta get it up, get it up
For your fantasies my ass don't speculate
I'm just your slave, your master's bait
And lots of luck into the night
Just waitin' for the bright light fright
Can't give it up, gotta give it up, get it up, c'mon Nancy
Can't get it up, get it up, for your fancy
Gotta get it up, get it up, c'mon Nancy
Get it up, gotta get it up, c'mon Nancy
Really have a good time
Really have a good time
Suckin' up the moonshine
Up underneath her clothesline
Really have a good time
Love me till the sun
Can't give it up, gotta get it up, get it up, c'mon Nancy
Can't give it up, gotta get it up, get it up, get it up, for your fancy
Gotta get it up, give it up, get it up, c'mon Nancy
Can't get it up, gotta get it up, get it up, get it up
Get it up and down and all around
Take the ride and paint the town
Slow me down and make it fast
Scream almost and make it last
You know you gotta really have a good time
You know you're really gonna really have a good time
Suckin' up the moonshine
Up underneath the her clothesline
You know you're really gonna
Really have a good time
You know you really wanna
Love me till the sun
Can't get it up
Get it up
- Credits
- Perry
- Length
- 2:20
- Additional Personnel
- Stan Bronstein (Saxophone)
- First known play
- 1978-11-24
- Most recent known play
- 1994-08-29
- Total known full plays
- 10
It's the dawn of the day and I'm crashed and I'm smashed
As it is I'm feelin' like my chips are cashed
All of my clothes strewn all over the room
The crisis at hand is I'm all out of zoom
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on TV is the good morning news
The tricks of the night keepin' me in a daze
We'll open a bottle and I'll pull down the shades
Glance in the mirror, back into bed
We'll get up the same time to party again
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on TV
Is the good morning news
Bright light fright
Bright light fright
Bright light fright
Go, gimme the night
Bright light fright
Bright light fright
Bright light fright
Go, gimme the night
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on TV
Is the good morning news
Bright light fright
Bright light fright
Bright light fright
Go, gimme the night
Bright light fright
Bright light fright
Bright light fright
Go, gimme the night
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on TV
Is the good morning news
- Credits
- Tyler/Hamilton/Kramer/Whitford/Jack Douglas
- Length
- 4:55
- Additional Personnel
- Jack Douglas (Mandolin), Paul Prestopino (Banjo)
- First known play
- 1978-03-26
- Most recent known play
- 2016-10-21
- Total known full plays
- 42
Long ago in days I'm told
Were ruled by Lords of greed
Maidens fared with gold
They dared to bare their wombs that bleed
Kings and queens and guillotines
Taking lives denied
Starch and parchment laid the laws
When bishops took the ride
Only to deceive
Oh I know I lived this life before
Somehow know now truths I must be sure
Tossin, turnin', nightmares burnin'
Dreams of swords in hand
Sailin' ships the Viking spits the
Blood of father's land
Only to deceive
Live in times of knights and mares
Raising swords for maidens fair
Sneer at death fear only loss of pride
Live in other centuries
Deja vu or what you please
Follows true to all who do or die
Screams of no reply, they died
Screams of no reply, and died
Lordy lordy they died
Lordy lordy they died
Live and do or die
Long ago in days I'm told
They died
Kings and queens and guillotines
Live and no reply
They died
Long ago in days I'm told
Kings and queens and guillotines
- Credits
- Tyler/Hamilton/Kramer/Whitford/Jack Douglas
- Length
- 4:23
- Total known full plays
- 0
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Please, doctor, doctor, please
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Feel like a old disease
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Get your sweet ass off the floor
Doctor, doctor, doctor
I can't refuse any loose-hearted lady anymore
I scream your name into the crowd
You feel the flame but you ain't proud
Maybe your attitude ain't right
So all that's left for me to do is
Bite the hand that feeds me
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, please
All things you put me through
What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that Uncle John needs
I ain't the dog that bites the hand that feeds me
In the middle of, with a spittle of
Et tu like birds of a feather
When another day, love another way
Push, shove, make love, play
Never never, never ever
Never ever, never ever
Na na na na
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Please do a what you can
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Would you please give my life a hand
All things you put me through
A what the hell you want me to
Do all the things that Uncle John needs
I ain't the dog that bites the hand that feeds me
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Please, doctor, doctor, please
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, doctor
- Credits
- Tyler/Perry
- Length
- 3:56
- First known play
- 1978-03-23
- Most recent known play
- 1978-12-03
- Total known full plays
- 9
- Total known partial plays
- 1
Goin' downtown, goin' down, goin' down
'Neath the city, eatin' ground round
Underground is pretty gritty
I turned the screw she held the knife
That's when I knew she was a
Sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes
Playin' no fair,
sleepin' under stairs
Downtown's a pity, takin' fair square
Never where it's pretty gritty
I turned the screw she held the knife
Oh holy Jesus
She's a sight for sore eyes
You a sight for sore eyes
Oh...she's a nitty gritty
Turnin' in style
Walk a mile for your titty
Naked foul while under there
Underwear that's pretty gritty
Hey, don't you know people
She's a love lust hussy
She left, oh, she rust me
Dear old girl
She was a sight for sore eyes
But she was sittin' pretty
Sight for sore eyes
She was a nitty gritty
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Peeled back and parted
Even in the car
It was delight or demise
I'm livin' like a leopard king
Sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
- Credits
- Kokomo Arnold
- Length
- 4:13
- First known play
- 1973-09-14
- Most recent known play
- 2011-11-08
- Total known full plays
- 134
- Total times closing a show
- 8
Well I tried everything
Just to get along with you
And I'm gonna tell you just
What I'm gonna do
Well I'm sick of all your cryin'
When you should be leavin' me alone
If you don't believe me
You pack my bag, I'm gone
Won'tcha please
A don't that sun look good goin' down
Now I'm gonna look so lonesome
When your ol' man ain't around
Won'tcha please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
Won't you please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
Well you best believe that I love ya baby
When your old man ain't around
Won'tcha you please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
Won't you please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
Well you best believe I love ya baby
When your ol' man ain't around
And around and around and around and around