Days And Months And Years



Can I tell you my theory about time
As it relates to us
Is that all right
Can you hang with that
Do I have to leave with my tale and my hat and my hands
Well, it goes like this

There are seconds
And there are minutes
And there are hours and days
And there’s months and weeks and years
And there are decades and there’s centuries

Now of all of these things
There is something that is real
That is called a day
I know when a day begins because the sun comes up
And I know when it’s over because the sun goes down
That’s real

And then there’s something new that’s called a month
I know when a month begins because the moon’s like that
And I know when it’s over because it’s like that, it’s fat
That guy up there is up there waiting, saying
One more month of your life is gone
So a month is real
And a day is real too
And there is also something real called a year

When we’re here compared to where the sun is
That’s when a year begins, right
And when we’re there again to where the sun is
That year is done, uh-huh

So there are days and months and years
Days and months and years
Days and months and years
Days and months and years
Days and months and years
Days and months and years
Days and months and years
Days and months and years…

Now there are these other things
Let’s call them seconds
Now I’ve tried to figure out what a second is
And there are these things called minutes
What are they
Sixty seconds
And I don’t know what a second is
So I don’t know what it is
Sixty of somethings you don’t know
Is still something

And there’s a thing they call an hour
And that’s sixty of those of those
And I don’t know what those are

So I don’t know what sixty of those of those are either
I made ‘em up
And they’ve been imposed on you
Anybody wearing a watch tonight
They’ve got it branded on your wrist
You don’t have to have hang something around your neck
To remind you what a day is
Or a month
Or a year
But they have to remind us all the time about
Seconds
Minutes
And hours

And now there is something
If we get up beyond a day
That they call (dayabach)
They call it the week
Now it might be easier to look at the week objectively
Impartially, as though you had never seen it before
So that you could assess it right
It might be easier to call it the week but use in fact the German
Daybacha
I’m not trying to prejudice the jury
With my presentation of daybacha
I’m just pronouncing it the way you have to in Gemran

Somebody asked me once
“Why is it that like on the news if they’re saying something in a Spanish town they go into a Spanish accent but if They do it like for Germany they don’t”
Well mainly because TV newscasters like to keep their jobs
And if you look at what got ‘em their job in the first place
It was a guy with big teeth, and a nice head of hair
Sideburns, but not too long
And maybe glasses, but if he did have glasses
They just made him look ruggedly handsome
And if you were a girl the only way to get on the news is to have unbelievably high cheekbones

So anyway, the reason we were even talking about the newscasters
Is because they like to say Guadalajara
But they don’t want to say daybacha
German’s not pretty

DECADENT TOWN

Decadent town in the southwest
Blistered decadent town
Hairy, unwashed, soulless question mark
Of a decadent town

You pull me into your decadence
Every time I pass through
But deep in the guts of your deep, deep past
From somewhere the decadence grew

I knew a guy in your decadent town
He worked strip clubs most of the time
He barely understood English
But he could sure scrap for a dime

Oh, he could sure make a decision
He changed his name six times I knew
And by the time he was ready to die
He was richer then even the Jews

I knew a woman named Frieda
She came to you late in her life
But she gave you her blood and when she was through
She had stolen another man's wife

Oh, God all the people I’ve known there
Rebecca who thought she could sing
And Annie and Johnny and Larry and Kate
Not a one of them's gotten a thing

Decadent town in the southwest
Blistered, decadent town
Where heroin's sugar and liquor is breakfast
And nobody gives a damn

Decadent preachers who live there
Hypocrites, every one
And liars and thieves and at least one I knew of
Who cut off some gangster's thumb

You might think I’m heaping abuse now
You might think I’m going too far
But hell I don't even dislike 'em
It's just someplace I pass in my car

Decadent town that rose from the ashes
That's some old mythology I think
And if you should visit this decadent town
On me have a decadent drink

Oh decadence, what is it anyway
Just a word that some preachers out east
Made up so that folks who had more fun than them
Might stop having such a nice feast

Myself, I like that decadent town
That town in the baking southwest
That gets in your bones if you stay there too long
That's why I’m continuing east

And I'll find my own little decadent town
Wherever I happen to land
Might be in the mountains or down by the sea
Myself, I hope it's in the sand