The Last Waltz Page #5

' Man-child

' I'm a hoochie-coochie man

' Well

' Well, well, well, well, well, well, well

' Well, well, well, well, well

Wasn't that a man! Muddy Waters!

On the guitar, Eric Clapton!

One, two, a-one, two, three...

' Further on up the road

' Someone's gonna hurt you

like you hurt me

' Further on up the road

' Someone's gonna hurt you

like you hurt me

' Further on up the road

' Baby, just you wait and see

' You gotta reap just what you sow

' That old saying is true

' You gotta reap just what you sow

' That old saying is true

' Just like you mistreat someone

' Someone's gonna mistreat you

' Further up the road

' Someone's gonna hurt you

like you hurt me

' Further on up the road

' Someone's gonna hurt you

like you hurt me

' Further on up the road

' Baby, just you wait and see

' You been laughing, pretty baby

' Someday you're gonna be crying

' You been laughing, pretty baby

' Someday you're gonna be crying

' Further on up the road

' You'll find out I wasn't lying

OK. So, Rick, what is Shangri-La?

Maybe you could give us a little tour.

What is Shangri-La?

It's a club house where we get together

and play. Make records.

Yeah.

Kind of better. It's like an office, I guess.

It used to be a bordello.

- A bordello?

- You can tell by the wallpaper.

That decadence,

that softness in the barroom.

I've heard a few funny stories, man.

- That's why all these rooms are here.

- You can't believe most of what you hear.

This was a master-control bedroom,

this is now a master-control music room.

Let me ask you, now that The Last

Waltz is over, what are you doing now?

Eddie, why don't you...

Just making music, you know?

Oh, yeah.

Trying to stay busy, man.

' I want to lay down beside you

' I want to hold your body close to mine

' Like a grape that grows ripe...

It's where the music took you. Otherwise

you would never go to such a situation.

Because of the music,

it took us everywhere.

It took us to some strange places.

- Physically and spiritually?

- Physically, spiritually and psychotically.

It just always wasn't on the stage.

- Even though you were on the stage.

- Even though we were on the stage.

' She stands on the banks

of the mighty Mississippi

' Alone in the pale moonlight

' Waiting for a man, a riverboat gambler

' Said that he'd return tonight

' They used to waltz on the banks

of the mighty Mississippi

' Loving the whole night through

' Till the riverboat gambler

went off to make a killing

' And bring it on back to you

' Evangeline, Evangeline

' Curses the soul

of the Mississippi Queen

' That pulled her man away

' Bayou Sam from South Louisiana

' Had gambling in his veins

' Evangeline from the Maritimes

' Was slowly going insane

' High on the top of Hickory Hill

' She stands in the lightning and thunder

' Down on the river the boat was sinking

' She watched that Queen go under

' Evangeline, Evangeline

' Curses the soul

of the Mississippi Queen

' That pulled her man away

' Evangeline, Evangeline

' Curses the soul

of the Mississippi Queen

' That pulled her man away

Garth was one of the most

amazing musicians that we knew.

He could play better

than anybody we ever heard.

And Garth joined The Band

if we would make him the music teacher.

We didn't know why but we said

"Sure. I mean, we're interested anyway. "

And we had to pay him $10 a week each

for these music lessons.

Then I was sure it was a riff.

But then I found out what it really was.

It was that, where he was coming from

and his musical education,

to tell his parents at this point

that we was joining a rock-and-roll band

would have been like

pouring it down the drain.

So he justified it to his people and his

background by being a music teacher.

There is a view that jazz is evil

because it comes from evil people.

But, actually,

the greatest priests on 52nd Street

and on the streets of New York City

were the musicians.

They were doing

the greatest healing work.

And they knew how

to punch through music

which would cure

and make people feel good.

' Boards on the window

' Mail by the door

' Why would anybody leave

so quickly for?

' Ophelia

' Where have you gone?

' The old neighbourhood

just ain't the same

' Nobody knows just what became

' Of Ophelia

' Where have you gone?

' Was it something that somebody said?

' Mama, you know we broke the rules

' Was somebody up against the law?

' Honey, you know that I'd die for you

' They got your number

' They're scared and running

' But I'm just waiting for

the second coming

' Of Ophelia

' Please darken my door

' Was it something that somebody said?

' Mama, you know we broke the rules

' Was somebody up against the law?

' Oh, honey, you know that I'd die for you

' Ashes of laughter

' The ghost is clear

' Why do the best things

always disappear?

' Like Ophelia

' Oh, please, come back home

Most of the show stuff, though,

was like travelling shows, like tent shows.

One was Walcott's Rabbit Foot Minstrels.

- What was that?

- Walcott's Rabbit Foot Minstrels. Yeah.

They used to have the show start, right?

They'd have the singers and the players

and the different parts of the show.

Then the master of ceremonies

would come out just before the finale

and explain that, after the kids go home,

they'd have the midnight ramble.

- The midnight?

- The midnight ramble.

The songs would get a little bit juicier

and the jokes'd get a little funnier.

And the prettiest dancer would really

get down and shake it a few times.

A lot of the rock-and-roll duck walks and

steps and moves came from a lot of that.

Everybody did it and so, when you would

see Elvis Presley or Jerry Lee Lewis

or Chuck Berry or Bo Diddley

really shaking it up,

it didn't come out of nowhere,

It didn't come out of the air.

It was like the local entertainment

everybody was going to see.

So when they exposed it

to the rest of the world,

it was like this unknown beast

that had come out,

the grotesque of music

that the devil had sent, you know?

Here we go.

' And the caravan is on its way

' I can hear the merry gypsies play

' Mama, Mama, look at Emma Rose

' She's a-playing with the radio

' La la la-la la-la la

' La la la-la la-la la

' And the caravan

is painted red and white

' That means everybody's

staying overnight

' And the barefoot gypsy boy

round the campfire sing and play

' And a woman tells us of her ways

' La la la-la la-la la

' La la la-la la-la la

' Da da da-da da

' Turn up your radio

' And let me, let me, let me hear the song

' Switch on your electric light

' Now we can get down

to what's really wrong

' I long just to hold you in my arms

' So that I can, I can feel you

' Sweet lady of the night

' I shall reveal you

' Turn it up

' Turn it up

' Little bit higher

' Radio

' Turn it up

' That's enough

' So you know it's got soul

' La la la-la la-la la

' La la la-la la-la la

' Turn up your radio

' And let me, let me, let me,

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