Terry Allen — The Doll
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From the east side of Chicago
To the down side of L.A
There's no place that he goes
We don't bow down to him and pray
Yeah we follow him to the slaughter
We go through the fire and ash
Cause he's the doll inside our dollars
Our Lord and Savior Jesus Cash
AH WE BLOW HIM UP
INFLATED
AND WE LET HIM DOWN
DEPRESSED
WE PLAY WITH HIM
FOREVER
HE'S OUR DOLL
AND WE LOVE HIM BEST
From the stress of New York City
To the death cults of D.C
There's nothing quite so pretty
As what he offers to you and me
So we kneel down at the altar
Of the Church of the Bought and Sold
And pray the doll he does not falter
And makes us rich before we get old
Chorus repeats
From the side streets of New Orleans
To the dead beats by the bay
The chat rooms are all a抌uzzin
With our wishes for the day
And the money changers come howlin
Through the temple of our needs
While the doll is out there prowlin
And holds the notes on all our dreams
AH WE BLOW HIM UP
INFLATED
AND WE LET HIM DOWN
DEPRESSED
WE PLAY WITH HIM
FOREVER
HE'S OUR DOLL
AND WE LOVE HIM BEST
To the down side of L.A
There's no place that he goes
We don't bow down to him and pray
Yeah we follow him to the slaughter
We go through the fire and ash
Cause he's the doll inside our dollars
Our Lord and Savior Jesus Cash
AH WE BLOW HIM UP
INFLATED
AND WE LET HIM DOWN
DEPRESSED
WE PLAY WITH HIM
FOREVER
HE'S OUR DOLL
AND WE LOVE HIM BEST
From the stress of New York City
To the death cults of D.C
There's nothing quite so pretty
As what he offers to you and me
So we kneel down at the altar
Of the Church of the Bought and Sold
And pray the doll he does not falter
And makes us rich before we get old
Chorus repeats
From the side streets of New Orleans
To the dead beats by the bay
The chat rooms are all a抌uzzin
With our wishes for the day
And the money changers come howlin
Through the temple of our needs
While the doll is out there prowlin
And holds the notes on all our dreams
AH WE BLOW HIM UP
INFLATED
AND WE LET HIM DOWN
DEPRESSED
WE PLAY WITH HIM
FOREVER
HE'S OUR DOLL
AND WE LOVE HIM BEST
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and I like John Prine in the same fashion.
rough.
funny.
listenable.
cynical.
Way off mainstream of PC.
I was hoping this was Indio, Big hard sun when it started, but I'm certainly not dissapointed. RP brings me new joys every time I listen.
...Depeche mode....this must be a religious moment,
laozilover wrote:
What do you call the part east of State Street?!? 
It's called "Downtown" or "The Loop." State Street may divide street addresses as east and west but nobody says "I'm going to the east side!"
What do you call the part east of State Street?!? This is pretty wild. I'm digging it. Freaky and wrong but wow.
Terry Allen is from the 'cosmic cowboy' era, like Kris Kristofferson, Ray Wylie Hubbard, Gram Parsons, et al. A lot of his songwriting is gritty and harsh like this. Lots of funny stuff too though.
Kind of like the sitar-sounding picking. His voice ain't nothin' to write home about, but it's all about the songwriting.
c.
RParadise wrote: What do you call the part east of State Street?!?
There is no East side of Chicago. That's what we call Lake Michigan.
What do you call the part east of State Street?!?
From the east side of Chicago
To the down side of L.A.
There's no place that he goes
We don't bow down to him and pray
Yeah we follow him to the slaughter
We go through the fire and ash
Cause he's the doll inside our dollars
Our Lord and Savior Jesus Cash
Chorus:
AH WE BLOW HIM UP
INFLATED
AND WE LET HIM DOWN
DEPRESSED
WE PLAY WITH HIM
FOREVER
HE'S OUR DOLL
AND WE LOVE HIM BEST
From the stress of New York City
To the death cults of D.C.
There's nothing quite so pretty
As what he offers to you and me
So we kneel down at the altar
Of the Church of the Bought and Sold
And pray the doll he does not falter
And makes us rich before we get old
Chorus repeats
From the side streets of New Orleans
To the dead beats by the bay
The chat rooms are all a'buzzin
With our wishes for the day
And the money changers come howlin
Through the temple of our needs
While the doll is out there prowlin
And holds the notes on all our dreams
chorus repeats
I'm digging it.
Not bad..
Vocals sound like Widespread Panic?
I was just about to give it a 1 when he said Jesus cash. Redeemed.
We need a rating for "WTF?"
RParadise wrote:
There is no East side of Chicago. That's what we call Lake Michigan.
There is no dark side of the moon...in fact it's all dark. :)
"The east side of Chicago...."?? there is no such place...
meh...
There is no East side of Chicago. That's what we call Lake Michigan.