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High above Manhattan town
What floats and has a shape like that Fans like us who watch the skies We know it's Morph the Cat Gliding like a big blue cloud From Tompkins Square to Upper Broadway Beyond the Park to Sugar Hill Stops a minute for latte He oozes down the heating duct Swims like seaweed down the hall He briefly digs your wiggy pad And seeps out through the wall It's kind of like an arctic mindbath Cool and sweet and slightly rough Liquid light on New York City Like Christmas without the chintzy stuff What exactly does he want This Rabelaisian puff of smoke To make you feel all warm and cozy Like you heard a good joke Like you heard an Arlen tune Or you bought yourself a crazy hat Like you had a Mango Cooler Ooh, Morph the Cat He's all the talk in shops and schoolyards Sultan Place, the Automat Players playin' in da Bronx Respect to Morph the Cat Kind of like an arctic mindbath Cool and sweet and slightly rough Liquid light on New York City Christmas without the chintzy stuff So rich is his charisma You can almost hear it sing He skims the roofs And bells begin to ring Chinese cashiers can feel it now Grand old gals at evening mass Young racketeers And teenage models Laughing on the grass Blessed Yankees have an ally When this feline comes to bat Bringing joy to old Manhattan All watch the skies for Morph the Cat |
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| 2. |
| 5:15 |
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I hear Denise is back on the outside
That she's got a wicked plan She's callin' in the Gong sisters again To form the ultimate five chord band For eight months now in that freaking cell She's been knockin' ideas around Now she's good and ready to make a big noise Right here in her own hometown Here comes the H-Gang Slammin' into Hinktown Oh, you better get off the stage, boys 'Cause they'll be looking for a showdown On a moonless night they started off On a bus called Happy Day To bring their vision to cities and towns Across the U.S.A. And in every club and hall they played The crowd knew every word Even today folks are talkin' about The incredible sounds they heard Here comes the H-Gang Turn on the floodlights Get off the stage son Unless you're ready for a kickfight Whatever happened to the H-Gang Some say they were the best I heard they broke up, Denise got hitched And she's living in the Midwest There's a film that's in production The working title, Song of Desire 'Bout an orphan girl with this crazy red hair And a voice and a dream and a soul on fire Here comes the H-Gang Slammin' into Hinktown Oh, you better get off the stage, boys 'Cause they'll be looking for a showdown Here comes the H-Gang Turn on the floodlights Get off the stage son Unless you're ready for a kickfight Here comes the H-Gang Slammin' into Hinktown Oh, you better get off the stage, boys Unless you're looking for a showdown |
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| 3. |
| 7:16 |
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I dreamed I had a fever
I was pushin' one-oh-three My mom's all upset-cryin' by my bedside Everybody's prayin' for me I hear a scratchin' at the window I somehow twist myself around I realize I'm eyes to eyes With the fella in the Brite Nitegown Brite Nitegown Brite Nitegown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nitegown The eagle flies on friday My baby wants to bash I hit the ATM-and march down the street With a roll of party cash Right then a couple lit-up brothers They gently put me on the ground They do the steal and leave me to deal With the fella in the Brite Nitegown Brite Nitegown Brite Nitegown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nitegown Ten milligrams of Chronax Will whip you back through time Past Hebrew kings-and furry things To the birth of humankind I shared in all of nature's secrets But when I finally came around I'm sittin'on the rug gettin' a victory hug From the fella in the Brite Nitegown Brite Nitegown Brite Nitegown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nitegown |
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| 4. |
| 7:37 |
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The stars are bright tonight
The air is sweet Though summer's over now There's a strange new music in the street You and I Know the world can't be like this It's our love that makes it shine Girl Whatever trouble waits outside these doors We're safe inside thsi house of light We make up our own storyline Around the neighborhood They stare and grin As if they live their lives Just to help maintain the state we're in But when we fight Then those hungry wolves close in We're one thoughtless word away From poison skies And severed heads And pain and lies So follow me I'll hold you tight And we'll build a life together In the great pagoda of funn This magic soon will fade Without a doubt We'll have to work my love Just to keep the flame from going out Cause if we fail Then these walls will fall away And we'll fin we're in the realm Of psycho-moms And dying stars And dirty bombs Please follow me And hold me tight Yes we'll build a world together In the great pagoda of funn |
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| 5. |
| 6:09 |
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Well, I guess I needed a miracle
If I was gonna make my flight I had to get to gate C13 And it was still way out of sight Something in my carry-on bag Tipped off the x-ray machine 'Cause then an angel straight from heaven Asked me to "step behind that screen" And when I felt the wand sweep over me You know I never felt so clean Well, girl you won't find my name on your list Honey you know I ain't no terrorist Confiscate my shoes, my cellphone You know I love, love, love you Security Joan I hung out at the Starbucks 'Til just around boarding time Then I strolled on back to the checkpoint Just one thing on my mind She flashed that crooked smile and said "Well, I believe you missed your flight" I said, "There's been a minor change of plan And I'll be stayin' for one more night" I could tell from the way she looked at me Everything was gonna be all right Well, girl you won't find my name on your list Honey, you know I ain't no terrorist Confiscate my shoes, my cellphone You know I love, love, love you Security Joan, search me now Well, girl you won't find my name on your list Honey, you know I ain't no terrorist Confiscate my shoes, my cellphone You know I love, love, love you Security Joan, hey, now |
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| 6. |
| 4:14 |
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Mona's become a child of the night
When she goes out It's only for bare necessities She says she's had it up to here with light While the city sleeps That's when she comes alive Yes, the night belongs to Mona When she's dancing all alone Forty floors above the city CD spinnin', AC hummin', feelin' pretty Sometimes she'll call at some unholy hour She wants to talk All of this grim and funny stuff Then she'll go all quiet in her Chelsea tower And that's when we wait To see how the story ends 'Cause the night belongs to Mona When she's dancing all alone Forty floors above the city CD spinnin', AC hummin', feelin' pretty Was it the fire downtown That turned her world around Was it some guy or lots of different things We all wonder where she's gone That sunny girl we used to know Now every night we get the Mona show Maybe it's good that she's above it all Things don't seem as dark When you're already dressed in black We try not to see the writing on the wall What happens tomorrow When the moonrays get so bright When she rises towards the starlight Miles above the city's heat Will she fall hard or float softly to the street Tonight the night belongs to Mona When she's dancing all alone Forty floors above the city CD spinnin', AC hummin', feelin' pretty |
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| 6:27 |
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They came in under the radar
When our backs were turned around In a fleet of Lincoln Town Cars They rolled into our town Confounded all six senses Like an opiate in the brain Mary shut the garden door Looks a lot like rain Mary shut the garden door Mary shut the garden door We pounded Rachel's radio For reports about the bridge There was nothing on but static Nothing in the fridge We lay there listening to the wind Whistling through the pines When we heard the engines idling Saw the headlights through the blinds Mary shut the garden door Mary shut the garden door Rough dreams Those voices in the kitchen I woke up And sensed the new condition They won Storms raged Things changed Forever So if you ever see an automaton In a midprice luxury car Better roll the sidewalks up Switch on your lucky star 'Cause this zombie does impressions But not really to amuse This ballad is for lovers With something left to lose Mary shut the garden door Mary shut the garden door |
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| 8. |
| 2:54 |
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High above Manhattan town
What floats and has a shape like that Fans like us who watch the skies We know it's Morph the Cat Gliding like a big blue cloud From Tompkins Square to Upper Broadway Beyond the Park to Sugar Hill Stops a minute for latte He oozes down the heating duct Swims like seaweed down the hall He briefly digs your wiggy pad And seeps out through the wall It's kind of like an arctic mindbath Cool and sweet and slightly rough Liquid light on New York City Like Christmas without the chintzy stuff What exactly does he want This Rabelaisian puff of smoke To make you feel all warm and cozy Like you heard a good joke Like you heard an Arlen tune Or you bought yourself a crazy hat Like you had a Mango Cooler Ooh, Morph the Cat He's all the talk in shops and schoolyards Sultan Place, the Automat Players playin' in da Bronx Respect to Morph the Cat Kind of like an arctic mindbath Cool and sweet and slightly rough Liquid light on New York City Christmas without the chintzy stuff So rich is his charisma You can almost hear it sing He skims the roofs And bells begin to ring Chinese cashiers can feel it now Grand old gals at evening mass Young racketeers And teenage models Laughing on the grass Blessed Yankees have an ally When this feline comes to bat Bringing joy to old Manhattan All watch the skies for Morph the Cat |
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