Circus Money


 

   

Songs by Walter Becker and Larry Klein, © Zeon Music (ASCAP)
and Exegesis Music /Chrysalis Music (ASCAP)
except Circus Money by Walter Becker, © Zeon Music (ASCAP)

Recorded at Avatar Studios, NYC:
Market Street, Santa Monica:
B&C Studio, NYC

Engineers: Helik Hadar, Jay Messina, Elliot Scheiner
Additional Engineers: Brian Montgomery, Jim Beard
Assistant Engineers: Justin Gerrish, Chad Lupo
Mixed by: Helik Hadar
Mastering: Bernie Grundman at Bernie Grundman Mastering
Bonus Track Mixed and Mastered by: Jay Messina
Management: Irving Azoff at azoffmusic (Becker)  Sandy Roberton at World’s End (Klein)

Production coordination: Jill Dell’Abate (NY) Cindi Peters (LA)
Music transcription: Andrew Rathbun
Logistical support: Russell “Skip” Gildersleeve, Bob Czaykowski
Mr. Becker’s basses and guitars: Roger Sadowsky

Design and photography: A. Denovo
Support: Carol Bobolts / Red Herring Design
Cover: Based on sculpture by
Coco Costigan Daniels, after the Yup’ik
LK thanks Luciana, Richard Rudolph
WB thanks Whoever. Whatever.

Produced by Larry Klein


 

       
   1 Door Number Two  •   4:33
 2 Downtown Canon  •   5:36
 3 Bob Is Not Your Uncle Anymore  •   4:44
 4 Upside Looking Down  •   4:07
 5 Paging Audrey  •   6:47
 6 Circus Money  •  4:15
 7 Selfish Gene  •   4:37
 
8 Do You Remember The Name  •   4:13
 9 Somebody's Saturday Night  •   4:29
10 Darkling Down  •   5:03
11 God's Eye View  •   6:00

12 Three Picture Deal
 •  5:27
13
Dark Horse Dub  •  6:46 (Bonus track)*

      Produced by Larry Klein

MBD 4505
P & C 2008 5 OVER 12
Manufactured and Distributed by Mailboat
Records, Inc. 1100 Glendon Ave., Suite
#1100 Los Angeles, CA 90024, USA

*(The international release of the CD also includes "13 Dark Horse Dub  •  6:46")
 


Digital Only

Somebody's Saturday Night (EP)

1 Somebody's Saturday Night (Radio Edit)  •   3:51
2
Bob Is Not Your Uncle Anymore (Radio Edit)  •   3:38
3
Circus Money Dub
(Instrumental Remix)  •  5:42

 

 

Downtown Canon (Single)

1 Downtown Canon (Radio Edit) •   3:39
 2 Bob Is Not Your Uncle Anymore (Demo)
 •   4:56
 

This is the songwriters' demo of the track
'Bob Is Not Your Uncle Anymore' as recorded
on the Circus Money CD. MIDI sequence done on
Becker's computer, plus vocal done at Larry Klein's
recording studio in Los Angeles. Used as a point of
departure by the musicians at the tracking date,

 

Free Track For Newsletter Subscribers

Circus Money Hammerhead Remix  •  5:56
Distributed Jan 1, 2009

 



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Door Number Two
 

[Chorus:]
Tell me real tell me true
Tell me more about door number two
Do me red do me blue
What goes on behind door number two?

Betsy Button — she just got old
Drives to Vegas with a kid or two
She saved her nickels — it sure adds up
Now she’s got ‘em in a paper cup
She needs:
3 bars
3 cherries
3 lemons
3 pigs
A date with Elvis
A new car
A roll of dollars for the cookie jar

[Chorus]

Please Mr. Barker — look and see
What are the chances for a city boy
About my age my height and weight
What is the payout on an inside straight?
A new love
A new hairline
Fame and fortune
A square deal
High adventure in a far-off world
An assignation with a college girl

[Chorus]

This old town goes on and on
It ages better than my bag of tricks
Nothing finer for the old morale
Then a tony townhouse in a swank locale
The Bahamas
The Bermudas
The Barbados
Or I don’t know —
Gin and tonic on the veranda
A firm appointment with the late late show

[Chorus]


Vocals, bass guitar: Walter Becker
Drums, percussion: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Piano: Jim Beard
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Tenor sax: Chris Potter
Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner


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Downtown Canon


I cracked the code
And I knew what it’s all about
We found the loft on Greene Street
Swept that bad boy out
Alsatian wine — playing records way past four
Making some crazy soulful love on the hard wood floor
(Where did our love go?)


You hung the picture
Of young Dizzy on the wall
According to me
That was the best day of them all
Sweet sweet words like honey from the tongue
Yes there was magic then in every song we sung


Hey — don’t let ‘em kid you
Stay cool it’ll be all right
Don’t trade today for tomorrow
Tomorrow for tomorrow night
You chop wood — carry the water
Sometimes it be that way
No lie — the downtown canon
So wild so fresh so free
Stand by the downtown canon
I say that it’s got to be


Chasing sensation to remind us who we are
You met that half-crazed painter fool in some damn bar
Cocaine dreams and chiba-chiba nights
You had to share his world in shades of black and white
— Didn’cha baby?


Yes I — it’s a real good theory
Can you live with the day-to-day
Sure thing — no problemo
Sometimes it be that way
You go girl — it’s now or never
No one holds out that long
Says here — in the downtown canon
Keep it real it’ll be okay
Right here — the downtown canon

Vocals, bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Dean Parks
Organ: Larry Goldings
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background Vocals: Carmen Carter,
Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner


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Bob Is Not Your Uncle Anymore


This old house
Looks just the way it was
Just a tumbledown of pine and river stone
But it’s only just a shadow of the place you knew before
Because Bob’s just not your uncle anymore

Winter’s here
And the day don’t last too long
Barely thimbles full of sunshine to go on
There’s an ocean full of midnight rolling right up to the door
I guess Bob’s just not your uncle anymore


And I say it without pride and without shame
That the dopey Irish Setter dog —
Regan’s still his name
Well he looks right glad to see you
But he might not want to be you
Even though he loves you madly from before
Before Bob was not your uncle anymore


Good old games
Like they play them back in town
Where the wayward daughter’s luck runs strong and pure
You might feel like you’re a winner but you never know for sure
Now that Bob’s just not your uncle anymore


And so we see
You can find your way back home
And that maybe when you get there
There’s a lock on every door
Now you know for certain
What the big wide world is good for
And that Bob’s just not your uncle anymore

Vocals, bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Piano: Jim Beard
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery


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Upside Looking Down


Well you came on like some blazing supernova
With a flame that burned so brightly in the sky
Then you woke up and your long white night was over
And you cursed the world that dared to pass you by


Now you blame the ones who love you for your sorrows
Dealing dirty while you steal the higher ground

[Chorus:]
But you cheated and you lied
And life took you for a ride
Now you’re standing on the upside
Looking down



And O the hero in disguise
Believing his own alibis
You run so scared you’re standing still
I know you are — I know you will


Be the first to call it quits and run for cover
While your little world is crumbling all around

[Chorus:]
But you punked out on yourself
You can’t blame nobody else
Now that you’re standing on the upside
Looking down



And O the heartache of the thief
Strung out on his own stash of grief
A line for you — a flake for me
But now it’s ancient history


When the sky is turning black and glassing over
As you drift so high above the lights of town

[Chorus:]
All at once it seems so clear
You can see it all from here
When you’re standing on the upside
Looking down

Vocals, bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitars: Jon Herington
Guitar, guitar solo: Dean Parks
Keyboards: Henry Hey
Piano: Ted Baker
Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner


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Paging Audrey


In the littlest hours ‘tween the dusk and dawn
While the nightlight glows with the music on
You could climb so high in the dreamtime sky
And go anywhere


In that sometime place ever lost somehow
In the here and gone or the there and now
Did it all go bust — crumble down in dust
Or just slip away

[Chorus:]
Paging Audrey
Any random star
Lost and lonely
Somewhere very far
Paging Audrey
Come in from the cold


In that far-off room drenched in desert sun
Evil words were spoke — dirty deeds were done
Could we sail back there snatch them from the air
I dare anyone


Can we stand right here, call them back and say
Those were never meant to be heard that way
Let the heavens crack — let the day go black
I’d give anything

[Chorus:]
Paging Audrey
Somewhere very near
Safe and silent
There you are my dear
Paging Audrey
Anybody home



In a distant room certain things were said
As the loved one lies on the love-torn bed
And the night rolls on and by light of dawn
You’re not anywhere

[Chorus:]
Paging Audrey
This is who we are
Do remember
On any random star
Paging Audrey
Coming strong and pure

Vocals, bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Piano, keyboards, clavinet: Jim Beard
Tenor sax: Chris Potter
Background vocals: Tawatha Agee, Sharon Bryant, Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Cindy Mizelle


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Circus Money


They bang the hammer and they pitch the tents
Throw up some posters for the residents
Your daddy’s footfalls on the rain-slicked streets
You try to keep up with your tiny feets
Take it easy baby nice and slow
Little Walter’s got a ways to go
I lacks a nickel momma don’t you know
Circus money for the early show

The tiger’s sleeping and he can’t wake up
You pitch some pennies in a paper cup
They guess your age — they guess your weight
You toss the softballs at the china plates
Hold’er steady baby there you go
Let me hit you honey sweet and low
Thus the tab is written blow by blow
Circus money for the evening show


All the horses baby all the men
Round the circle and around again
You watch some hobo take a nasty spill
Laugh like a bastard oh you know you will
You got to have it when you first walk up
You drop a dollar in the old tin cup
You’re gonna need it when it’s time to go
Circus money for the late late show

Vocals: Walter Becker
Bass: Larry Klein
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Piano: Ted Baker
Keyboards: Jim Beard
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Tenor sax: Chris Potter
Background vocals: Carmen Carter,
Kate Markowitz, Windy Wagner


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Selfish Gene


Sweet little baby from the hills somewhere
Here’s a pretty lovebud for your hair
Itty bitty girl sippin’ Grenadine
Look who’s talking to Selfish Gene
There’s a place way down in Brentwood
Out to Georgio’s we all g’wine
The maître ‘d’s gonna take care of everything
He’s a personal friend of mine
What a prize you are
Honey don’t you scratch my new car

[Chorus:]
Selfish Gene he’s one in a million
A safe harbor in every storm
Many call but few are chosen


Hey pretty baby let’s have a little fun
The Pinot is flowing and the night’s still young
Over and above and behind and between
Make a little party for Selfish Gene
Steady girl let me grab on your wig hat
Down in the corncrib we shall go
No brains no regrets no worries
Hidey hi hidey hey hidey ho
Kundalini now!
Baby let me show you how

[Chorus:]
Selfish Gene don’t lick no Manolos
He don’t argue — he don’t ask twice
Selfish Gene don’t serve two masters


Why
Must every time I turn my ship around
Some bastard come and knock my skyline down


I guess that’s everything I suppose
The playdate’s over and the case is closed
Tell me momma that I didn’t do right
To have a little something on Amateur Night
I feel sure that we’ll meet again sometime
Don’t see why and I don’t know when
Maybe I’ll catch you down at the daily
If you haven’t moved on by then
Take a dollar from the drawer
Daddy’s got a whole lot more

[Chorus:]
Selfish Gene needs clarity and closure
This is his house and that’s your cab
You need a hug — now don’t be bashful

Do yourself and your friend a favor
You don’t bargain with Selfish Gene
Selfish Gene don’t take no prisoners

Vocals, bass, guitar solo: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Piano, calliope: Jim Beard
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocals: Luciana Souza (solo),
Kate Markowitz


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Do You Remember The Name

Do you remember the scene
Remember the scene of the crime
The scene of the crime of a love
A crime of a love gone down


Do you remember the time
Remember the time of the year
The time of the year was the spring
The year was the spring of our ruin


Let’s assume that some folks may be expendable
The better is the enemy of the good
Dont’cha ask perfection of your trophy wife
Dont’cha take no chances with your trophy life


Do you remember the one
Remember the one in a million
The one in a million affair
The one with the glorious prospects


Do you remember the shade
The shade of the sky which is burning
Black was the shade in retreat
Blue was the color returning


Let’s imagine some guy driving a coffee truck
Yet he dares to dream the impossible dream
Better have some answers for your trophy wife
Better not get cozy with your trophy life


Do you remember the face
The face of such graceful dimension
The one that you wore in the world
It was such a lovely invention


Do you remember the name
Remember the name of the man
The name of the man who tried hard
“Immemorious” was his name-o

Vocals, bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar, slide guitar: Jon Herington
Keyboards: Jim Beard, Henry Hey
Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery


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Somebody's Saturday Night


Somebody’s Saturday night seems pleased to meet you
Slouched in a booth at Pamela’s Pistol Dawn
Drink drink cigarette talkie talk drink drink smoke smoke cigarette
Up to the room with the beddie-bye goin’ on


Somebody’s Saturday night says oh I get it
You want to go where no man’s ever been
Down in the coal mine goin’ down turn around push push turn around
Digging up the gold and carrying it back again


She looked good
In the available light
She was somebody’s Saturday night
She said it ain’t wrong
But it’s not quite right
Guess it’s somebody’s Saturday night


Somebody’s Saturday night says hey it’s raining
You wouldn’t kick a good girl out on a night like this
He says she says the demon in me says just you watch me
Pucker up darling for my legendary good night kiss


She’s no fool
But she’s none too bright
She’s just somebody’s Saturday night
She stays cool
If not watertight
Such is somebody’s Saturday night


Only a girl —
One more is up and gone
Leaving nobody
To blame the whole thing on — baby


Somebody’s Saturday night is walking in the moonlight
Playing on the beads of her beatnik rosary
Thinking: Nobody gives it exactly the way that you want it
No one ever gets it with a money-back guarantee


But I been born with the second sight
Now I’m looking in the mirror at somebody’s Saturday night
I get along
In fact I do all right
Being somebody’s Saturday night

Vocals, bass, guitar solo: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington, Dean Parks
Piano, electric piano: Ted Baker
Pandeiro: Luciana Souza
Background vocals: Carmen Carter,
Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Kate Markowitz,
Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner


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Darkling Down


Well along in the 21st hour
When the whole damn grid goes down
This is how a party gets started
In for a penny — in for a pound
All at once the whole joint goes quiet
And all the wavy lines go straight
One fool among fools is wondering
What happens if I die too late?
Get back with your dimestore nihilism
Big daddy’s on a glory run
Gettin’ down on the cellular level
Just in case I got to call someone

[Chorus:]
Darkling down — on a darkling plain
In the dim dank night of the pissin’-down rain
Darkling down — on the balls of his ass
While he prays and waits for the storm to pass


Lemme show you where the good thing happens
It’s a barbershop in Inglewood
Too bad we won’t get past the bouncer
Sadly I’ve been banned for good
There’s a coffee shop right ‘round the corner
The proprietor knows my name
Cup of joe and a Vicks inhaler
Now you’re ready for the big boy game
Steady son come seven come eleven
If either one of us can count that high
Muscatel if the deal gets dicey
Milk and honey in the by and by

[Chorus:]
Darkling down — it’s a damn disgrace
Going round and round in a very small place
Darkling down — with a hole in his soul
That he can’t explain and he can’t control


For the fun or for the money
For the fuck of it or just because
Listen friend this is no damn picnic
But let’s imagine for a minute that it was
Who will feast on this buzzard’s banquet?
Who will render my heroic bust?
Who will choke on my lachrymose musings?
Who will eat my zero dust?
Who will wear this puke-streaked tunic?
Who shall gorge on this cup of spleen?
Who will sing about the good bad and ugly?
And all and everything in between?

[Chorus:]
Darkling down — this is god’s good man
On his hands and knees livin’ god’s good plan
Darkling down — and we don’t know still
When he’ll come around if he ever will
Darkling down — on a zero-G dive
And we just can’t say will the fool survive
Darkling down — in a seven-G turn
Glowing like a coal in the afterburn


Vocals, bass, guitar solo: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Hammond organ: Larry Goldings
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery,
Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner


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God's Eye View
 

Last chance: Could you make it baby if you only had one more one
Fast break: You think the world is waiting while you’re gettin’
your bikini done
Screen pass: Like a blind side tackle boiling up from way behind
Cheap shot: You can feel it coming but you know
it’s gonna blow your mind
So you rock so - and you skank so -
Well if you think so - why not say so



Trash talk: Now you tell your girlies that it’s nothin’ but a burnout buzz
Chump change: When you pick up the pieces
you don’t even know what it was
Goose chase: A little runaround action
just to keep the background pure
Jump cut: To the grim conclusion that you never can tell for sure

Well it’s the god’s eye view
Better take a long hard look
You’re gonna have me right now
Like it says in the book
It’s the god’s eye view
Baby it’s the queen and rook
Chasing one lonely pawn
No it wouldn’t take long


Safe house: Just a simulation of the mommy-and-daddy groove
Mood swing: When the game gets tired
and you’re ready to bust a move
Bad luck: There are no surprises when the best laid plans go bust
Deal with it: In the glaring absence of anything you could trust
So you rock so - it’s a fact so -
Now that you know so - why don’t you act so



Breakdown: Of the last resistance and the partisans fold their tent
Mind meld: Like a permanent picture of your pussyprint in cement
Big bang: It’s a bible story with a plot twist at the end
History: And whatever happened well it’s happening here again


It’s the god’s eye view
This is where the deal goes down
Girl you better get right
With the facts on the ground
It’s the god’s eye view
Everything they say is so
No original sins
The house always wins


He says: Me and her went walking by the river on Friday night
He says: And we started talking and she says you know it don’t seem right
She says: After all that’s happened and I end up with a prick like you
Too bad: Well it’s too bad darlin’ and there’s nothing for a man to do


It’s the god’s eye view
Baby take a long hard look
I was standing right there
When they wrote in the book

Vocals, bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Keyboards: Ted Baker, Jim Beard
Bass clarinet: Roger Rosenberg
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocals: Sweet Pea Atkinson,
Sir Harry Bowens, Terry Dexter,
Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery, Kate Markowitz,
Cindy Mizelle, Franki Richard, Windy Wagner,
Tiffany Wilson


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Three Picture Deal


Here she stands in the doorway
Her face is framed in golden light
With creamy thighs and bedroom eyes
Call it “Urchin With an Appetite”
My favorite shirt — my terry towel
A bowl of cherries in her hand
It’s breakfast and some headshots
That she’s bringing for her brand new man

[Chorus:]
It’s a one — it’s a two — it’s a three
It’s a three picture deal
I said a one — it’s a two — it’s a three
It’s a three picture deal


Her new house on the hillside
Some blocks above the Sunset Strip
The yoga den is megazen
The vibey lighting ultrahip
She’s gushing on her cellphone
The trainer’s on eternal hold
Producer X is talking film
But the bottom line is solid gold

[Chorus:]
With a one — maybe two — even three
Yes a three picture deal
Yes it’s a one — even two — or a three
Yes a three picture deal


Well she’s leaving in the limo
She’s sorry but they’re running late
The night is here — the big premiere
It’s “The Lady and the Reprobate”
Now a man like me should never be
Where a man like me does not belong
But I know they’re gonna need a soundtrack
I know they’re gonna need a song


For the one
Two
Three
Three picture deal

Vocals, bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Piano, Synth, RMI Rocksichord: Jim Beard
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Baritone sax: Roger Rosenberg
Background vocals: Tawatha Agee, Sharon Bryant,
Kate Markowitz, Cindy Mizelle, Windy Wagner


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Dark Horse Dub (Bonus)
International Release Only.


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