John Wesley Harding’s New Deal

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Originally released in 1996.

Rereleased with additional tracks on DRT in 2003.

Produced, arranged and mixed by John Wesley Harding and Chris von Sneidern

All songs written by John Wesley Harding except "Cupid and Psycho" by John Wesley Harding and David Lewis. All songs publshed by TOWNSONGS (ASCAP)

The New Dealers: John Wesley Harding, Chris von Sneidern, Robert Lloyd, Greg Leisz, Tammy Rogers, Peter Straus, Bennet Bowman, Denise Sullivan, David Phillips

Engineered by Chris von Sneidern

Recorded at Ordophon-Upon Avon, San Francisco, CA; The Great American Music Hall, San Francisco, CA; and Sharkbite, Oakland, CA

Tammy Rogers was recorded at Studio By the Drive, Nashville, TN; and engineered by Harry Stinson

Mastered by Geoff Sykes at A&M Mastering, Hollywood, CA

Remastering: Dean Bailin

Management: Michael Dixon Management

Agency: Mike Leahy at Concerted Efforts

Photography: Trudy Fisher

Reissue cover art: Abbey Tyson

  • To Whom It May Concern

    To whom it may concern
    Whatever your address
    I didn’t think I’d have the nerve
    To write this I confess
    To get it off my chest
    But now that I have your attention
    I must make sure I get it right

    To whom it may concern
    Dear madam or sir
    I don’t know your name
    Or if you’ll ever read these words
    I know that sounds absurd
    I know you don’t know who I am
    You know that we haven’t met
    Yet

    And I hope this is alright with you
    I hope this is alright with you
    I remain your faithful servant

    To whom it may concern
    Let me cut to the chase
    We’re gonna have to meet one time
    Before we quit this place
    Gone without a trace
    And you may have already won
    So please fill out this questionnaire
    And say a prayer

    To whom it may concern
    Now we will begin
    I’m not gonna post this
    I’ll just throw it in the wind
    And wonder where it lands
    But I know that it will reach you somehow
    I know that it will be received
    I must believe

    I hope we’ll be alright with you
    I hope we’ll be alright with you
    I remain your faithful servant...

  • Other People's Failure

    Maybe you’re insecure
    Neck deep in life’s manure
    Maybe your heart’s impure
    Inured to all small compensations
    Maybe you’re born to lose
    Could be caught out or confused
    Wearing the condemned man’s shoes
    Worn out, beyond a warning
    There might be one million ills that ail ya
    But why do you take pleasure in other people’s failure?

    Each day since time began
    You’ll meet a modest man
    Who says he understands
    Your plans, your dreams, your schemes, your feelings
    But rather you than me
    That’s his mentality
    He’s a slave to gravity
    And he watches laughing as you fall down
    He doesn’t even have to nail ya
    That’s why he takes pleasure in other people’s failure

    It is a rule of thumb
    Inside the coliseum
    That when the time will come
    We’d rather see the losers slaughtered
    And no-one can resist
    This vicarious kiss
    It is our greatest bliss
    The twist that gives success its flavour
    A psychopathic psychedelia...
    That’s why we take pleasure in other people’s failure

  • The Secret Angel

    The secret angel fell from grace
    Condemned to wear a human face
    Evicted from her paradise
    Excommunicated twice
    Settled for second best
    And so she found me

    Don’t ask the nature of her crime
    Don’t ask her why she’s serving time
    Don’t ask this girl why she can’t cry
    Don’t ask her questions that start "why"
    I’m trying to help her start anew
    To learn to walk when once she flew
    Above the ups and downs
    That floor and ground us

    Into the dark, she was reborn
    She says tonight will have no dawn
    And all the light drains from her eyes
    As she forgets to say goodbye
    To one more memory
    That tries to lift her high

    She drafts new plans and draws designs
    To find a way for her to fly
    I hide them when her back is turned
    The secret angel never learns
    She just gets burned again
    And falls eternally...

  • Kiss Me, Miss Liberty

    Up in Westminster, the bell fell down
    Took three hundred years to touch the ground
    Fall leaves drifted by and turned brown
    A foreign plane was downed

    Dogs came running from their cold dog pound
    They leapt through the fence and ran downtown
    And the convicts turned their ship around
    And they were homeward bound

    Kiss me, Miss Liberty
    Take me to bed
    So I can be free as well
    Not just in my head
    Kiss me, Miss Liberty
    Lift me above
    Unchain my heavy heart
    Fill me with love
    Miss Liberty, Kiss me

    And the slaves were saved from their chain-gang
    Knives cut men down just about to hang
    Lost love returned just like a boomerang
    And it was I who sang

    Kiss me, Miss Liberty
    Take me to bed
    So I can be free as well
    Not just in my head
    Miss Liberty, kiss me

    Freedom, show me to your foreign shore
    Lay me in your arms at your front door
    I can’t face confinement anymore
    I won’t be ignored

    Kiss me, Miss Liberty
    Take me to bed
    So I can be free as well
    Not just in my head
    Kiss me, Miss Liberty
    Lift me above
    Unchain my heavy heart
    Fill me with love
    Miss Liberty, Kiss me

  • Heart Without a Home

    I went from door to door
    From town to town
    To find somewhere
    To lay myself down
    Somewhere to call my own

    I am out on the street
    The lengths I’ve gone
    To hear myself
    Keep on beating on
    Instead of this dialing tone
    Because I’m a heart without a home

    An arrow with no aim
    A man without a name
    Identity unknown
    A heart without a home

    Everyone stops and stares
    Because I belong
    In the lonely chair
    You drew my picture on
    So many years ago
    Now I’m a heart without a home

    I’m an arrow with no aim
    A man without a name
    So come and meet John Doe
    Because I’m a heart without a home

    Everybody says I have no right to stay on
    Where I don’t belong

    So if I look you up
    Send me on my way
    To an old address
    From yesterday
    That is where I will roam

    I’m on a journey with no end
    And I’m about to start again
    Identity unknown
    A heart without a home

  • God Lives Upstairs

    There was this man
    Who lived on the seashore
    The house with the steel door
    You passed it on the way to where you are
    He stares at the sand
    From his bedroom window
    Shakes as the wind blows
    Through the passing tail-fins of your car

    Nothing matters anymore
    If he does, he doesn’t care
    The devil lives below him
    God lives upstairs

    He’s trying to sleep
    So hard in the daylight
    Impossible at night
    Between those neighbours driving him insane
    Footsteps from above
    Below, it’s all-night parties
    And it’s drink up, my hearties
    They’re stoking up for the furnace once again

    Nothing matters anymore
    If he does, he doesn’t care
    The devil lives below him
    God lives upstairs

    He hasn’t a prayer
    Between the heated floorboards
    And the quiet guy on the third floor
    Who never even picks up all his mail
    He knows where it goes
    Downstairs is stealing
    He stares at the ceiling
    He knows that all he has to do is fail

    Nothing matters anymore
    If it does, he doesn’t care
    The devil lives below him
    God lives upstairs
    The devil lives below him
    God lives upstairs

  • Infinite Combinations

    There was you and me and then there was him
    Which leaves me out on a limb
    Out in the cold where the wild things grow
    Where no one talks because no one knows
    That there are 26 letters, just five vowels
    And you can use them all, it’s allowed
    If you’ve got the patience
    Because there are infinite combinations

    There are cars on fire and burst balloons
    Which one of us must mend soon
    But it’s a dark old path through the dead of night
    And only one way to get there right
    Because there are 20 million roads
    And 20 million coming home
    You can find the longest way, it’s not unknown
    If you’ve got the patience
    Cos there are infinite combinations

    Your heart is safe, I don’t have a key
    Your heart is a safe that’s locked to me
    But when the lights go out, I’ll place my bets
    Because we’re not finished yet

    There are endless numbers and finite moves
    But you can try them all, it’s been proved
    If you have the patience
    Because there are infinite combinations

  • The King is Dead Boring

    The King puts on his raiment
    And surveys the royal scene
    And tries to put his finger on
    The source of all his ennui
    But when something goes, it’s gone, you know
    Starts at the top, spreads down
    Just check out the faded bodywork
    Beneath his rusted crown

    They’re waiting for impeachment
    But they can’t see the day
    The queen can’t give him any heirs
    The word is he’s to blame
    So he beheads her for amusements
    And now he’s quoting Nietzsche
    You’d think that he would have known
    She was his one redeeming feature

    But the king isn’t dead, the king’s dead boring
    That’s the song that the millions sing
    You name it, he’s lost it, he lacks everything
    The king is dead boring

    He used to be a Don Juan
    Now he’s just the royal slut
    Knocking up the servant girls
    Waking up half-cut
    He gets a chance to win them back
    But gives them some old spiel
    And all they see’s the ghost
    Of his former ex-appeal

    But the king isn’t dead, the king’s dead boring
    That’s the song that his minions sing
    You name it, he’s lost it, he lacks everything
    The king is dead boring

    They used to sing Long Live The King
    He was the man with everything
    But now they shout
    "Get that dull bastard out"

    He used to be so Carnaby
    So out of all our leagues
    Now it’s all that he can do
    To zip up his fatigues
    If only he could make excuses
    Engage with us somehow
    But effort is so out of place
    And failure’s not allowed

    Because the king isn’t dead, the king’s dead boring
    That’s the song that the millions sing
    You name it, he’s lost it, he lacks everything
    The king is dead boring

  • The Triumph of Trash

    I sing of the triumph of trash
    The rise to success of hard cash
    The birth of annihilation
    The end of my patience
    I sing of the triumph of trash

    Trash is the product of greed
    Selfishness planted the seed
    Everybody knows
    Money makes it grow
    Trash is the product of greed

    Trash needs nostalgia to breathe
    It brings a familiar relief
    Deja vu is all that matters
    Unless we predicted it, it never happened
    Trash needs nostalgia to breathe

    Trash is at once high and low
    It panders to the worst parts of both
    We’re so pleased we’re in agreement
    Our heads in clouds, our feet in cement
    Trash is at once high and low

    Hope is left out in the cold
    Looking for pieces of gold
    Our refuse has no limits
    She tries to live in it
    Hope is left out in the cold

    I sing of the triumph of trash
    The past is a grate full of ash
    No morals and no sinners
    So there’s no losers and no winner
    And I sing of the triumph of trash

  • Cupid and Psycho

    As I was out walking one night in the park
    Cupid was out on the town in the dark
    And I couldn’t resist as I saw him walk by
    So I asked him why he had a tear in his eye

    He said "I’m an outlaw but my hands are clean
    And I love this girl who won’t look twice at me
    I’ve made love work for others and now it’s my turn
    But these arrows are useless, they just crash and burn
    They’re wide of the mark"

    Cupid and Psycho, a couple much better apart
    When Cupid’s in love
    It’s Psycho left holding the darts
    And it tears us apart

    Psycho was sitting on her balcony
    Framed on the wall by a heart made of ivy
    Cupid said "Stay here with me and you’ll see what I mean"
    And he climbed on the tree that led up to his dream
    And she shook on the branch and he fell to my feet

    Bruised but still breathing, his crestfallen love
    Cupid he said "Throw your hair from above"
    She said "Just leave me alone, I’m bound for my bed
    All the voices I’m hearing are just in my head
    All the voices I’m hearing"

    Cupid and Psycho, a couple much better apart
    When Cupid’s in love
    It’s Psycho left holding the darts
    And it tears us apart

    While Cupid is crying, love waits to be born
    Broken in pieces, alone on the floor
    He’d let go of the reins and the ride was insane
    If he doesn’t get back on, will love live again
    Could we be in love? Would our hearts beat again?
    Could I love you? Could you love me?

    Cupid and Psycho, a couple much better in two
    When Cupid’s in love
    Psycho ends up so confused
    And it tears me and you

  • Still Photo

    I saw you yesterday
    I couldn’t let you be
    I had to sift through broken glass
    To find out if you missed me
    But all I found was a slow fade
    And a gift-wrapped box of band aids
    With a note that said "I’m never coming home"

    Beneath my single bed
    Everything’s haphazard
    There’s boxes full of bits of you
    And none of them are numbered
    And when I search, it’s deja vu
    Things I think I knew
    I should have thrown away this time last year

    Every time I touch you
    You move so slow
    And you’re still like your photo

    I heard me yesterday
    Repeating my own name
    To persuade myself
    That none of us had changed
    And now I’m walking round the grooves
    Of a record I lost when we moved
    There’s dust and scratches mixed with all these tears

    Every time I touch you
    You move so slow
    And you’re still like your photo

    Should we throw it all away
    The failed long shots through far distant styles
    Those forced smiles, those forced smiles
    It started off so on the mark
    But it missed by one million miles

    Nothing has developed
    This darkroom gets me down
    I’d throw on all the lights
    But I’m afraid you’d come around
    You’re living in a limbo hell
    A life that’s only parallel
    Is the real you aware what’s going on?

    Every time I touch you
    You move so slow
    And you’re still like your photo

  • In Paradise

    Everything’s changed and it’s all for the best
    And it’s all gone according to plan
    It’s out in the open and now it’s all over
    Three cheers for every woman and man
    Terry and Julie still stand on the bridge
    But only in our memory
    Don’t look to them to draw a conclusion
    Just love them and set them free

    Julie hangs out by the banks of the river
    Where the garbage all flows to the sea
    Something’s washed up, it’s sacrifice to her
    From the Twentieth Century
    She sees the smokestacks and she sees the city
    She sees the stadium’s covered in snow
    The streets have been cleaned except for the bedrooms
    Of all the people with nowhere to go

    Terry will clutch at threads where the rope was
    As he’s freefalling fast to the floor
    But nobody claps because nobody’s watching
    It’s his lawyers who get all the applause
    Time’s on the move, and I’m on the redeye
    Where I’m hoping to find one more song
    But it’s like looking for rain in the river
    Better not leave it too long

    Terry and Julie filled out the coupon
    And they won tickets tonight to the show
    But it’s the aisles in the new stores that beckon
    As they shine a divine guiding glow
    The bridge through the city, it has just crumbled
    And that link is what kept them all sane
    The two of them tumble into the river
    Forget to come up for air again

  • The Speed of Normal

    I’ve lived my life backwards
    Or Heaven knows I’ve tried
    Hope I find my perfection before I die
    Maybe once we were fantastic
    Maybe once we were divine
    Now we’re flailing in the wake
    Of progress passing by
    At the speed of normal

    Ever since you were the baby
    You’ve been trying to grow up
    But that’s nothing that a therapist can cure
    There’s an unconfirmed report
    Or could it be a cruel hoax
    That death is just the punchline
    To a tall tale told
    At the speed of normal

    So for everyone who’s anyone
    And you know who you are
    Hope you don’t drop behind in the hundred yards war
    The winners and the losers
    Overtaken in the end
    By their very shadows
    Taking the last bend
    At the speed of normal

  • The Death of a Ghostwriter

    The ghostwriter sits at home
    Paid for his trouble
    And he's laughing at the light
    That shines on fame
    Nothing can be shared
    He's no-one's equal or double
    Money talks
    And no-one ever says his name

    She signs every book
    With a flourish of fulfillment
    And some red ink from a pen
    He knew she stole
    Now she's on Kaleidoscope
    And someone says she's Milton
    When she didn't even read the book
    Or so he's told

    Riding on a ghost train to a ghost town
    An of-our-lives-we-made-less-than-the-most-town
    Once you get in, you cannot turn around
    The ghostwriter's found

    So he sits at home
    Where he writes his little novel
    About the wicked winning out
    Without remorse
    They find him half-alive
    In his half-house that's half a hovel
    And his final words are
    "Tell her, we are now divorced, of course

    Hey you sad-sack hacks
    And all you back-room boys beware
    They'll buy you up
    Like diamonds and fur
    Then spit you out like coffee grounds
    That fell through the filter
    And say "The book could not have been written without her"

    Riding on a ghost train to a ghost town
    A Your-check-is-coming-in-the-post-town
    Once you get in, you cannot turn around
    She has found

    The ghost of the ghostwriter
    Noticed by no-one
    It was his choice
    So he's paying for it now
    Deadlines and death taxes
    All that's waiting for us
    Wake up and sell the coffee
    Milk the profits, kill the cow
    It's coming on 2000, lads
    Anything's allowed (and how)

    Chorus (Your life is turning into toast town)

  • Let Us Now

    Let us now put pen to paper
    Let us now be heard
    Let us now see eye to eye
    And praise the power of the word
    And may the unlearned, the illiterate
    Be allowed to know its worth
    Let us now praise everyone

    Let us now give praise to Allah
    Let us now thank God
    Let us now place all religions
    In a king-sized melting pot
    Let us not be scared by others
    Who believe what we do not
    Let us now hear everyone
    Let us now hear everyone

    Let us now be hopeful for success
    Let us now clean up this mess
    Let us now be open, honest
    And let us now confess

    Let us now shout out the window
    Let us now give voice
    Let us now raise the high the rooftops
    Yet be heard above the noise
    Of the ads for self-indulgence
    And the false idols of choice
    Let us now see everyone
    Let us now see everyone

    Let us now be hopeful for success
    Let us now clean up this mess
    Let us now be open, honest
    And let us now confess
    That our hopes and fears
    Are falling on deaf ears

    Let us now give up possessions
    Let us now not care
    Let us now live hand to mouth or
    Let us all be millionaires
    And may the source of all our worries
    Up and vanish in thin air
    Let us now be everyone
    Let us now be everyone

  • When The Beatles Hit America

    Due to a miracle marketing strategy
    Beyond the realms of reasonable possibility
    It is announced simultaneously
    On radio, compact disc and TV
    That John, Paul, George and Ringo
    Are going to be reforming as The Beatles in 1993

    Things skip into action immediately
    George buys the film rights in a flurry of activity
    Paul says they’re not going to play Japan
    Ringo cancels his three year chat show plan
    And John, who was never the quiet one.
    John stays silent for the time-being

    And the world sings
    When the Beatles Hit America
    When the Beatles Hit America
    It’s going to be sponsored by…
    When the Beatles Hit America
    When the Beatles Hit America

    And lawyers start to draw up large contracts
    Involving sponsorship, t-shirt deals, Michael Jackson
    They’re interviewed on live TV
    About management deals and corporate policy
    And who’s gonna be the manager of the new Beatles?
    The manager is made up of cloned parts of Col Tom Parker and Col Sanders
    And George says he’s not even going to play
    Unless they bring the Maharishi

    Yes, the Fab Four are interviewed on live TV
    But for some reason they’re just the Fab Three
    And a cardboard cut out of John
    With a very strange smile and no shoes on
    Which starts a scurrilous John is Dead rumor
    Which Rolling Stone reveals is just hype for the tour

    And the world sings
    When the Beatles Hit America
    When the Beatles Hit America
    It’s going to be sponsored by ….
    When the Beatles Hit America
    When the Beatles Hit America

    Well, The Who, The Stones, Debbie Gibson and Diana Ross
    Record a Supergroup single at great cost
    But it’s so hard to make the charts
    Because everyone’s taken the new Beatles to heart
    And from the time of the announcement of the gig
    To the gig at Che Stadium two years later
    Every record in the Top Forty on both sides of the Atlantic
    is written by Lennon McCartney

    And finally they get into the studio
    To be co-produced by George Martin and Jeff Lynne
    And Ringo disappointed to find that no one
    needs him anymore except for the vibe
    Because he’s been sampled
    And he’s now part of the Great Drummers Sampled series

    George gets Monty Python in to do the vocals
    Linda takes a lot of photos
    For a book that’s sold out
    Before she even though of putting it out
    And John, who was never the quiet one,
    makes all his press contributions from his old songs,
    In tune, in time and with the backing track behind him
    And they ask him how it’s been in the studio,
    he says “It’s been a hard day’s night”
    And now one understands him but he always was the cryptic one

    And the world sings
    When the Beatles Hit America
    When the Beatles Hit America
    It’s going to be sponsored by…
    When the Beatles Hit America
    When the Beatles Hit America

    Finally the record hits the shelves
    And it’s called The Beatles… From Ourselves
    And for anyone who didn’t realize or know
    It sounded a lot like ELO, or ELP, or XTC, ABC, YMO, BTO
    But it’s didn’t sound much like PSI.. Love You

    And the day before the big gig at Che
    The rumor goes round
    People saying they’re not going to play
    That the whole thing’s been a big insurance scam
    To get the reissues selling again — CYNICAL - but isn’t John dead?

    Suddenly we’re over in the stadium
    We’re live on CNN, MTV, BBC
    And the lights go down and the screaming stops
    And you could hear a pin drop….

    And suddenly they’re there
    All four of them
    And I get scared
    As they go into I Saw Her Standing There
    And thunder through the best set in the world
    And encore with the whole of Sgt Pepper
    IN ORDER, and they’re Gods,
    And I’m in HEAVEN…

    but on the very last chord of A Day in the Life,
    The Beatles are beamed off into outer space
    Into a waiting spaceship
    Which takes them to a better place
    A place where reunions are not expected of anybody
    Not even…

    This is my dream
    I bought it
    I bought the product
    And now I’m happy
    You can believe what you like
    It happened
    That’s all folks

    And the world sings
    When the Beatles Hit America
    When the Beatles Hit America
    It’s going to be sponsored by…
    When the Beatles Hit America
    When the Beatles Hit America

  • Kiss Me, Miss Liberty (Live)

    See above.

  • The Secret Angel #2

    The secret angel fell from grace
    Condemned to wear a human face
    Evicted from her paradise
    Excommunicated twice
    Settled for second best
    And so she found me

    Don’t ask the nature of her crime
    Don’t ask her why she’s serving time
    Don’t ask this girl why she can’t cry
    Don’t ask her questions that start "why"
    I’m trying to help her start anew
    To learn to walk when once she flew
    Above the ups and downs
    That floor and ground us

    Into the dark, she was reborn
    She says tonight will have no dawn
    And all the light drains from her eyes
    As she forgets to say goodbye
    To one more memory
    That tries to lift her high

    She drafts new plans and draws designs
    To find a way for her to fly
    I hide them when her back is turned
    The secret angel never learns
    She just gets burned again
    And falls eternally...

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