U T A H , GATEWAY TO NEVADA!

THE E.P. by PLAGUE of LOCUSTS

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PLAGUE OF LOCUSTS is Rick Culley, drums Charles Culley, bass Greg Howes, keyboards Dave Faggioli, saxophone Dave Orgil l , guitars Paul Veenstra and Gary Zanelli, accordions Rob Jensen, vocals Background vocals, Bishop Boyd

Copyright © 1984 by Jensen Brown and Dream Garden Press

Manufactured in the United States of America

Recorded at Sacred Grove Studios, Salt Lake City, Utah

Cover drawings by Mark Knudsen and Neil Passey

Design by RAF

Engineered by Orin Hatch

Special thanks to Voyda Richards Cannon Smith Young and Gateway Editors

Produced by Marc Brown A Dream Garden Press Production

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UTAH, GATEWAY TO NEVADA!

331/3 rpm

THE EJ» by PLAGUE of LOCUSTS Including UTAH, GATEWAY TO NEVADA! THE BALLAD OF GORDY UTAH TROLLIN' FOR MORONEE JACK M O R M O N Lyrics enclosed

UTAH, GATEWAY TO NEVADA! I came out west from C l e v e l a n d w i t h dreams of g e t t i n g r i c h . But I never made Nevada l i n e before I made the s w i t c h .

I got stuck i n the gateway, l i k e being caught midstream. Now, funny rocks and great b i g g a l s c o n s t i t u t e my dreams. Utah, Gateway to Nevada! I'm bored, but what the heck's i t matter? Who cares about winning b i g i n Vegas when you have to pay your ten percent? Utah, Gateway to Nevada! Not as c o o l as Colorado. The beer here gi v e s ya' s t r o n g e r bladders and once a week you get to repent.

I nevei had no s i b l i n g s . Now I c a l l my neighbors "bro" when we s i t down to marshmallows mixed i n green j e l l o . I f the f a l l o u t doesn't get ya' then the nerve gas probably w i l l . But I've been b a p t i z e d f o r the dead and so I r a r e l y k i l l . Utah, Gateway to Nevada! I'm bored, but what the heck's i t m a t t e r ' Who cares about winning b i g i n Vegas when you get to work on the stake farm 9

Utah, Gateway to Nevada! Not as c o o l as Colorado. The beer here gi v e s ya' s t r o n g e r bladders but you've got to d r i n k behind the barn.

Utah, Gateway to Nevada! Not as c o o l as Colorado. The beer here give ya' s t r o n g e r bladders but you've got to d r i n k behind the barn.

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R i c k C u l l e y , Drums C h a r l e s C u l l e y , bass Dave O r g i l l , g u i t a r s Greg Howes, keyboards Dave F a g g i o l i , saxophone Pa u l Veenstra and Gary Z a n e l l i , a c cordions Bishop Boyd, background v o c a l s Rob Jensen, v o c a l s

THE BALLAD OF GORDY UTAH Come u n f o l d a c h a i r or p u l l up a b - b a l l and hear t e l l a s t o r y 'bout Gordy Utah. He come out from Paree w i t h the l a t e s t h a i r f a s h i o n s to b r a i d the long l o c k s of the braves and t h e i r squaws. Afore he was e s t a b l i s h e d along come Jim B r i d g e r l o o k i n ' f e r beavers and a warm place to l a y . He hooked up with Gordy t i l l he learned h i s i n t e n t i o n s which j u s t weren't h i s s t y l e so he went away. "Come back, b i g Jimbob. Rendezvous w i t h me. You can t r a p my v a l l e y and I ' l l t r i m your f u r s f o r f r e e . " W e l l , you can imagine how bad Gordy f e l t when them pioneers come over that high mountain pass. How were thev to know they'd come between Jim and Gordy when they brought t h e i r own beavers and the p e l t market crashed? While Gordy was despondin' he invented a h a i r d o and with i t he tamed the s p l i t ends of the west. He c a l l e d i t a beehive. The pioneer g a l s loved i t . To t h i s day i n G r a n t s v i l l e they t h i n k i t ' s the best.

"Come back, b i g Jimbob. Rendezvous again. I t ' s no longer my v a l l e y , but can't we s t i l l be f r i e n d s ? So l i s t e n , young f e l l e r s , don't do l i k e Gordy d i d . Don't chase o f f your buddies by g i v i n g 'em eyes. I t ' s fun t a l k i n ' d i r t y to b i g b u r l y t r a p p e r s but they r a r e l y , i f ever, w i l l be compromised.

TROLLIN' FOR MORONEE We sailed here from far away 'cause many tales are told about a city sunken here and an angel made of gold. They say that Brigham's statue leads a lonely v i g i l there, watching o'er ZCMI's water damaged wares.

Weigh, hey, me hearties! On Bonneville we're bound! We'll s a i l to Salt Lake City and send the divers down. T r o l l i n ' for Moronee! She's a big lake and she's deep. They say beneath her pounding waves the Beehive State's asleep.

We sailed out from Port Heber past Timpanogas Isle. Reassured the crew i t was another f i f t y miles. The lake effect was in effect as we entered downtown bay. We anchored on the temple grounds and the men commenced to pray.

"Save us from Moronee's curse! Captain, won't you please?" They f e l l upon the f i l t h y decks and groveled at his knees. "Buck up me hearties! Moronee isn't real. He's just a golden idol that we have come to steal."

Well, i t took three days of painful work to raise him up on deck. We hooked him with a cable and dragged him by the neck. The f i r s t words from Moronee's mouth made the brave men fear. They frantically dove overboard as i f afraid to hear.

We trolled for Moronee! For treasure we were bound! But nothing that we'd heard before prepared us for the sound. When the golden angel leapt upon the men he l e f t but one survivor to t e l l the tale again.

Well, Moronee's back atop the temple in the square. And i t won't be soon before another dares invade his l a i r . And the words that come from his gold l i p s that strike you to the c o r e — "What do you know about the church? Would you like to know more?"

We trolled for Moronee! For treasure we were bound. We sailed to Salt Lake City and sent the divers down. T r o l l i n ' for Moronee! She's a big lake and she's deep. They say beneath her pounding waves the Beehive State's asleep.

JACK M O R M O N Well, his bitterness makes the man seem like a phoney as he sips on his beers and bears his sad testimony. He hates a l l his neigbors and he's not alone 'cause he's got this neurosis he's never outgrown.

Raised up in Provo, where piety's cheap, he f i n a l l y decided his buddies were sheep. He started smokin' and drinkin' and hangin' at bars. He grew out his hair and started playin' guitar.

Hey Jack, the sheep that went black, ya' better get on back to the fold. Face facts, you'll have to backtrack when bein' Jack Mormon gets old.

Married a g i r l who wasn't uptight. They smoked pot together and thought they were bright. They shopped at the Cosmic when they went to town and they bought beads and bells and they wore 'em around.

After two years on acid they had 'em some kids and since they're now school age Jack's l i f e ' s on the skies She's taken to flushin' his dopo down the John and she wants to get sealed for "their lives later on."

Hey Jack, you're gonna come back. Ya' better come on back to the fold. Ya' know Jack, you're gonna slide back when bein' Jack Mormon gets old.

Caught between prayin' and runnin' around he s i t s in the bar and he puts Mormons down. "Those dumb sonsabitches, why aren't they like me? How can they believe that they're really happy?"

It takes him ten minutes to mumble these lines and ya' can't help agreein' for the twentieth time. But you wish that he'd listen to your sharp reply: "Hey Jack, they'll baptize ya' after ya' die."

Hey Jack, you're gonna go back. Ya' better get on back to the fold. Face facts, you're gonna hafta backtrack when bein' Jack Mormon gets old.

A Dream Garden Press Production DGPR 235-1

Produced by Marc Brown

A l l songs written by Jensen Brown

A l l songs copyright d 1984 by Jensen Brown

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