Toy Matinee -- "Last Plane Out"

Thank you to Miss Elizabeth who was kind enough to hunt for a copy of a CD for me. I thought it would be fairly difficult, but I guess I must have been mistaken. It turns out that the guy who started the band, Kevin Gilbert has had quite a career. Well, no wonder I like the album so much, the dude's got some talent.

A friend of mine introduced me to "Toy Matinee" early in the 90's when I was living in Canoga Park. I liked the album and my friend was kind enough to give me the cassette tape of the album while he kept the CD. I liked it enough that though I still have the tape, it's nearly unplayable. When he first had me listen, it was to a song called "There Was A Little Boy" which touched me in it's touching tribute to a young man dealing with being gay.

Over the years, the song that has always touched me the most was "Last Plane Out" which has always spoken to me on many layers.

Here are the lyrics...

LAST PLANE OUT

Greetings from Sodom
How we wish you were here
The weather's getting warmer
Now that the trees are all cleared
There's no time for a conscience
And we recognize no crime
Yeah we got dogs and Valvoline
It's a pretty damn good time

Chorus
Men of reason, not of rhyme
Keep the spoils and share your crime
Goodman, Badman, lost without
A hope for passage on the last plane out

There was one repressed do-gooder
And a few who still believed
Yes I think there were five good men here yesterday
But they were asked to leave
So we've kept the good old vices
And laboured to invent a few
With cake in vulgar surplus
We can have it and eat it, too

Chorus

Men of reason, hide your face
Walking backwards, plays his ace
Goodman, Badman, lost without
A hope for passage on the last plane out

Here's a concept you can't dance to
An idea you cannot hum
There may not be an empty seat
When all is said and done
I'm not the guy who sings the hymns
No bleeding heart to mend
But I like the part where Icarus
Hijacks the little red hen

Someone said the Big Man
May be joining us soon
But I never was the type to hang
With the harbingers of doom
And this party is addictive
Self-destructive, no doubt
So I hope that someone saves a seat for me
On the last plane out

Chorus