the last mall

Attention all shoppers
It's Cancellation Day
Yes the Big Adios
Is just a few hours away

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It's last call
To do your shopping
At the Last Mall

You'll need the tools for survival
And the medicine for the blues
Sweet treats and surprises
For the little buckaroos

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We've got a sweetheart Sunset Special
On all the standard stuff
'Cause in the morning - that gospel morning
You'll have to do for yourself when the going
gets tough

Roll your cart back up the aisle
Kiss the checkout girls good-bye
Ride the ramp to the freeway
Beneath the blood orange sky

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Vocals, Rhodes, Wurlitzer: Donald Fagen
Bass, solo guitar: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Piano: Ted Baker
Trumpet: Tony Kadleck
Trombone: Jim Pugh
Alto sax: Walt Weiskopf
Baritone sax: Roger Rosenberg
Background vocal: Cindy Mizelle, Catherine Russell

things i miss the most

I don't m ind the quiet
Or the lonely nights
I don't miss the funky attitudes
And I don't miss the fights
I lie on the couch 'til suppertime
And hunker down and read the Post
And that's when I remember the
things I miss the most:

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The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the gulf coast
These are the things I miss the most

I kinda like frying up
My sad cuisine
Gettin' in bed and curling with a girlie magazine
But sometimes in the corner of my eye
I see the adorable ghost
And then ba-boom I remember the
things I miss the most

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The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The comfy Eames chair
The good cropper pans
The '54 Strat
These are the things I miss the most

I had a little birdy friend
By morning she was gone
Birdy good-bye
Birdy bye-bye

I'm learning how to meditate
So far so good
I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood
The days really don't last forever
But it's getting pretty damn close
And that's when I remember the
things I miss the most

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The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the gulf coast
These are the things I miss the most

Vocals, Rhodes: Donald Fagen
Bass, solo guitar: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Piano: Ted Baker
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Trumpet Michael Leonhart
Tenor sax: Walt Weiskopf
Background vocal: Carolyn Leonhart

blues beach

I was scrapin' bottom
Groping in the dark
It takes a crusty punk to really beat
The mean streets of Medicine Park
So I shifted left and out of town
Then I clicked my heels and I doubled down to

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Blues Beach
I'm frying
Sizzling in the merciful rays
And it's the long sad Sunday
Of the early resigned

I went to Central Station
To catch that early bus
They were gassed and runnin' in every which way
But unhappily not for us
Here come Trina - the child bride
I said hey pretty girl - can I cop a ride to

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Blues beach
It's raining
I'm chilling at the Manatee Bar
Well it's a stone soul picnic for
The early resigned

We can rent a paranymphic glider
My hypothetical friend
And we could sail away to the bending end

Grab Big Dog a blanket
Angel of my heart
Things may get a whole lot worse
Before suddenly falling apart
Give your roommate Yvonne a ring
'Cause if she still wants in I gotta pull some strings

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On Blues Beach
I'm dying
Freezin' in the merciful rays
And it's the long sad Sunday
Of the early resigned

Vocals, piano, organ: Donald Fagen
Bass, solo guitar: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Piano: Ted Baker
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocal: Carolyn Leonhart

godwhacker

In the beginning
We could hang with the dude
But it's been too much of nothing
Of that stank attitude
Now they curse your name
And there's a bounty on your face

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It's your own fault daddy
GodWhacker's on the case

We track your almighty ass thru seven heaven worlds
Me, Slinky Redfoot
And our trusty Angel-girls
And when the stars bleed out
That be the fever of the chase

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You better get gone poppie
GodWhacker's on the case

Be very very quiet
Clock everything you see
Little things might matter later
At the start of the end of history

Climb up the glacier
Across bridges of light
We sniff you, Big Tiger
In the forest of the night
'Cause there's no escape
From the Rajahs of Erase

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Better run run run
GodWhacker's on the case

Be very, very quiet
Clock everything you see
Little things might matter later
At the start of the end of history

Yes we are the GodWhackers
Who rip and chop and slice
For crimes beyond imagining
It's time to pay the price
You better step back son
Give the man some whacking space

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You know this might get messy
GodWhacker's on the case

Vocals, Wurlitzer, solo synth: Donald Fagen
Bass, solo guitar: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Rhodes: Bill Charlap
Background vocal: Tawatha Agee, Catherine Russell

slang of ages

Let me put it this way doll
And I know it's getting late
I can tell from the planes of your face
That you're from out of state
But here in the Willows now here's the deal
Tomorrow's for squares - tonight's for real

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Drop me off in Groovetime
Do I hear the Slang of Ages
Show me how it's done

Now did you say you were from the Netherlands
Or was that "Netherworld"?
If you grew up in Amsterdam
Then I'm the Duke of Earl
These tabs look iffy - you say they're good
Let's roll with the homeys - knock on wood

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Drop me off in Groovetime
Soothe me with the slang of ages
Show me where I turn

You are part of the Dreaming
The end of my life so far?
Or something halfway in between
You ought to know
Hey - where'd you go?

Damn - she skipped dimensions
Was it something that I said?
Or something I was thinking
When she opened up my head?
Let me make it right baby - never mind how
There's a crazy little place I know called
"Be There Now"

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Drop me off in Groovetime
Do I hear the Slang of Ages
Show me how it's done
Drop me off in Groovetime
Soothe me with the Slang of Ages
This is where I turn

Vocal, bass: Walter Becker
Rhodes, organ, synth: Donald Fagen
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Wurlitzer: Ted Baker
Trumpet: Michael Leonhart
Tenor sax: Walt Weiskopf
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocal: Carolyn Leonhart, Michael Harvey,
Tawatha Agee, Ada Dyer, Catherine Russell

green book

My coat is black and the moon is yellow
Here is where I get off
As you can see for yourself old girl in the
Green Book
I tango down to the smoky lobby
My eyes adjust to the light
The new cashier looks like Jill St. John
Can that be right?
I'm rolling into the bar at Joey's
They're getting ready to close
Here she comes very "Kiss Me Deadly"
My life, my love, my third hand rose
Flash ahead to a yummy playback
Just you and me in a room
Double dreaming a page at a time in the
Green Book

The torso rocks and the eyes are keepers
Now where'd we sample those legs?
I'm thinking Marilyn 4.0 in the Green Book
I like the neon I love the music
Anachronistic but nice
The seamless segue from fun to fever
It's a sweet device
I'm so in love with this dirty city
This crazy grid of desire
The festive icons along the way
The boardwalk, the lovers, the house on fire
She's kind of cute but a little younger
She's got the mood and the moves
It's kinda scary to dig yourself in the Green Book

Vocals, Rhodes, organ, percussion, solo synth:
Donald Fagen
Bass, solo guitar: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Piano: Ted Baker
Background vocal: Carolyn Leonhart, Cindy Mizelle,
Catherine Russell

pixeleen

Our man Abu squeezes off 20 tracer rounds
And that's when she jumps the turnstile
And as she clings to the roof of the speeding train
The Double A down to Sheridan Square
Her cell phone rings
It's, like, her stupid father
Be in the door by ten - again

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Pixeleen
Dream deep my three times perfect ultrateen
Pixeleen
Born in the bogs of Jersey
Trained to love and spy hard
Dropped on the streets of Roppongi
Soaked through on the floor of a noodle shop

And when Abu rams the clip in the miniglock
Up on the catwalk inside the warehouse
You whip a knife from the top of your go-go boot
With just a flash of spectacular thigh
Your pager starts to throb
It's your as-if boyfriend Randall
Better keep it real - or whatever

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Pixeleen
Rave on my sleek and soulful cyberqueen
Pixeleen
Penned by a hack in the Palisades
Backed by some guys from Columbia
Shot all in digital video
For a million and change

Flash back to cool summer nights
Freddy can we cut to the chase?
In a room above your garage
Everything about me is different
Symmetrical and clean

This is what I see
Just a girl in girlie trouble
Dancing in the video with gun and tambourine

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Pixeleen
Be good my three times perfect ultrateen
Pixeleen
Born on the floor of a noodle shop
Dropped in the bogs of Jersey
Shot by a guy from Columbia
Soaked through all in digital video
Girl with the sweet backstory
Pitched in a trailer in Burbank
Cast by a cool-enough yes man
Screened at a festival in Utah

Vocals, Rhodes, organ: Donald Fagen
Bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Piano: Bill Charlap
Trumpet: Michael Leonhart
Clarinet: Ken Hitchcock
Tenor sax: Walt Weiskopf
Trombone: Jim Pugh
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocal: Michael Harvey
Featured background vocal: Carolyn Leonhart

lunch with gina

That must be her again
She's leaning on my bell
That cold psychotic brain
The one I know so well
So I'm nailed to the floor in the no-option zone
There's about zero chance she'll give up and go home

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This endless afternoon
It started on the day I met her
Lunch with Gina is forever

She's coming round the corner
Her body's just a blur
I peel out like The Flash
It don't mean boo to her
So I duck into Nino's - she's barred from the place
The minute I walk out she's right in my face

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She's got nothing but time
No use in trying to be clever
Lunch with Gina is forever

Now I'm in my apartment
The blinds down the lights out
The phone rings God help me
There's nobody home
I crouch on the carpet
Not breathing just being
Like meat on the bone

I'm in a cozy booth
Maybe my watch is fast
Another Tanqueray
I'll wait till twenty past
I'm about to go postal when she waltzes in
I guess she's a knockout - hey where have I been?

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The waiter never comes
God knows the service could be better
Lunch with Gina is forever

Coffee and a kiss
Maybe later maybe never
Lunch with Gina…

Vocals, Wurlitzer, solo synth: Donald Fagen
Bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Rhodes: Ted Baker
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Tenor sax: Chris Potter
Trumpet: Michael Leonhart
Background vocal: Michael Harvey

everything must go

It's high time for a walk on the real side
Let's admit the bastards beat us
I move to dissolve the corporation
In a pool of margaritas
So let's switch off all the lights
Light up all the Luckies
Crankin' up the afterglow

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Cause we're goin' out of business
Everything must go

Talk about your major pain and suffering
Now our self-esteem is shattered
Show the world a mighty hidey-ho face
As we go sliding down the ladder

It was sweet up at the top
‘Til that ill wind started blowing
Now it's cozy down below


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We gave it a fair shot
But keep in mind we got a lot
The sky, the moon, good food and the weather
First-run movies - does anybody get lucky twice?
Wouldn't it be nice...

Tell me can you dig it Miss Fugazy
Now it's gone from late to later
Frankly I could use a little face time
In the service elevator
And if Dave from Acquisitions
Wants to get in on the action
With his Handicam in tow

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Well we're goin' out of business
Everything must go

Can it be the sorry sun is rising
Guess it's time for us to book it
Talk about the famous road not taken
In the end we never took it
And if somewhere on the way
We got a few good licks in
No one's ever gonna know

[Chorus:]
'Cause we're goin' out of business
Everything must go

Vocals, Rhodes, clavinet, percussion: Donald Fagen
Bass, percussion: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Hugh McCracken
Piano: Ted Baker
Tenor sax solo: Walt Weiskopf
Background vocal: Tawatha Agee, Brenda White-King