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from Randy Newman - Trouble In Paradise (1983)
Every night
In Jungletown All the boogies in the street Radios turned up very loud Playin' Dancing Queen They love our music This English girl from the North somewhere Is stayin' with me at my place Drinkin' up all my beer Talkin' about the poor niggers all the time It's a real disgrace, she says I tell her, Darling, don't talk about things you don't understand I tell her, Darling, don't talk about something you don't know anything about I tell her, Darling, if you don't like it here go back to your own miserable country It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same Oh, the boys on the beach are still blowin' And the summer wind still kicks the clouds around You know my little brother, babe Well, he works out at the diamond mine I drove him out there at five this mornin' The niggers were waitin' in a big long line You know those big old lunch pails they carry, man With a picture of Star Wars painted on the side They were starin' at us real hard with their big ugly yellow eyes You could feel it You could feel it It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same The stores are open all the time And little kids on skateboards cut in and out of the crowd And the Christmas lights still shine Myself, I don't like to drink the way I used to, man, you know It don't seem to get me high And the beer don't taste the way it ought to taste somehow And I don't know why Don't talk to me about the planes Man, I've heard it Just take a look around What are we gonna do, blow up the whole damn country? It's Christmas in Cape Town It's Christmas in Cape Town It's Christmas in Cape Town |
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from Randy Newman - Trouble In Paradise (1983)
Hate New York City
It's cold and it's damp And all the people dressed like monkeys Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimos That town's a little too rugged For you and me, you bad girl Rollin' down the Imperial Highway With a big nasty redhead at my side Santa Ana wind blowin' hot from the north And we was born to ride Roll down the window, put down the top Crank up the Beach Boys, baby Don't let the music stop We're gonna ride it till we just can't ride it no more From the South Bay to the Valley From the West Side to the East Side Everybody's very happy 'Cause the sun is shining all the time Looks like another perfect day I love L.A. (We love it) I love L.A. (We love it) Look at that mountain Look at that tree Look at that bum over there, man He's down on his knees Look at these women There ain't nothin' like em nowhere Century Boulevard (We love it) Victory Boulevard (We love it) Santa Monica Boulevard (We love it) Sixth Street (We love it, we love it) I love L.A. I love L.A. (We love it) ETC. |
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from Randy Newman - Trouble In Paradise (1983)
There's a girl over there
With the rhythm everywhere She's a very fine girl And she's been awfully nice to me When we walk as we sometimes do All the way out Collins Avenue Well it's very, very fine Very, very special Very Gee, I love Miami It's so nice and hot And every building's so pretty and white And I always get into so much trouble When I'm down there I know these two old stiffs Live on the Waterway That's where I like to stay When I'm down In Miami Blue Day Best dope in the world And it's free Miami Blue day Put on your shortie shorts And your Hawaiian shirt And come down! There's a man over there With the conk in his hair He's a very bad man Don't look now He's really very bad And his name is Medina And he comes from Argentina See that little dog there with him Well, he treats it just like it was his little boy Oh, I love Miami It's so hot And the women down here Are so impure I love to hang around The big hotels And sleep in the sun all day I know this double jointed guiy With the circus in St. Pete He's with me now He says hello From Fourteenth Street In Miami Blue day Best dope in the world And it's free Miami Blue day Put on your shortie shorts And your Hawaiian shirt And come down! |
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from Randy Newman - Trouble In Paradise (1983)
Have you seen my Marie?
She's gone off somewhere Unexpectedly If she wanders in here, babe Tell her I'm lookin' for her I ain't mad or nothing I just wanna talk You know, Mikey We've been friends for a long time You tell me all your troubles And I've always told you mine North Beach has changed though Since we were grown up Didn't used to be any spades here, now you got 'em Didn't used to be any Mexicans here, now you got 'em Didn't used to be any Chinamen here Didn't used to be this ugly music playing all the time Where are we, on the moon? Whatever happened to the old songs, Mikey? Like the Duke of Earl Mikey, whatever happened to the fucking Duke of Earl? |
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from Randy Newman - Trouble In Paradise (1983)
A couple of week ago
My wife and I Took a little trip down to Mexico Met this young girl there We brought her back with us Now she lives with us In Our Home She cleans the hallway She cleans the stair She cleans the livingroom She wipes the baby's ass She drives the kids to school She does the laundry too She wrote this song for me Listen Yeah The other afternoon My wife and I Took a little ride into Beverly Hills Went to the private school Our oldest child attends Many famous people send their children there This teacher says to us "We have a problem here This child just will not do A thing I tell him to And he's such a big old thing He hurts the other children All the games they play, he plays so rough Hold it teacher Wait a minute Maybe my hears are clogged or somethin' Maybe I'm not understanding The English language Dear, you don't seem to realize My Life Is Good My Life Is Good My Life Is Good, you old bag My Life, My Life Just this evening Some young associates of ours Are flying to see us from New York City They're gonna stay with us Oh, a couple of weeks or so I'm gonna take 'em to Restaurants and everything Gonna get'em some Real good cocaine They don't get much Where they come from And this one's guy wife Is such a pretty little brown thing That I'm liable to give her a poke or two Whaddaya think of that? Teacher, let me tell you a little story Just this morning My wife and I Went to this hotel in the hills That's right The Bel-Air Hotel Where a very good friend of ours Happens to be staying And the name of this young man Is Mr Bruce Springsteen That's right, yeah Oh, we talked about some kind of woodblock or something And this new guitar we like And you know what he said to me I'll tell you what he said to me He said, "Rand, I'm tired How would you like to be the Boss for awhile?" Well, yeah Blow, Big Man, blow My Life Is Good My Life Is Good My Life Is Good My Life, My Life Is Good |
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from Randy Newman - Trouble In Paradise (1983)
She's a real emotional girl
She wears her heart on her sleeve Every little thing you tell her She'll believe She really will She even cries in her sleep I've heard her Many times before I never had a girl who loved me Half as much as this girl loves me She's real emotional For eighteen years she lived at home She was Daddy's little girl And Daddy helped her move out on her own She met a boy He broke her heart And now she lives alone And she's very, very careful Yes she is She's a real emotional girl Lives down deep inside her heart She turns on easy It's like a hurricane You would not believe it You gotta hold on tight to her She's a real emotional girl |
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from Randy Newman - Trouble In Paradise (1983)
You're still the same girl you always were
You're still the same girl you always were A few more nights on the street, that's all A few more holes in your arm A few more years with me You're still the same girl With the same sweet smile that you always had And the same blue eyes like the sun And the same clear voice that I always You're still the same girl That I love |
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from Randy Newman - Trouble In Paradise (1983)
Deep in the field
A lone soldier stands With mud on his boot And blood on his hands They left him behind To bury the dead And to say a few words on behalf of the leadership Pardon me, boys If I sleep off my pack And sit for a while with you I'd like to explain Why you fine young men had to be blown apart To defend this mud hole Now our country, boys Though it's quite far away Found itself jeopardized Endangered, boys By these very gooks Who lie here beside you Forever near Forever We'd like to express Our deep admiration For your courage under fire And your willingness to die For your country, boys We won't forget We won't forget |
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from Randy Newman - Trouble In Paradise (1983)
Everyone tells me
I was dealt a losing hand The way that I look And the way that I act It's not hard to understand Sure I got troubles Maybe you got'em too I'd like to explain what has happened to me So it doesn't happen to you I was born in Los Angeles Many, many, many years ago We lived out in North Hollywood then In a steamy little bungalow My mother, my father My baby brother and me Playin' cowboys all day Out there in the valley What a perfect family Hey, hey Get 'em up, get 'em up Come a ti yi Hey Went off to high school When I was thirteen I was kind of advanced If you know what I mean Got into some trouble Drinkin' heavy with my friends in the hills My daddy had to come down to the station to get me He said, "Where is my angry young man?" Take me back Baby, please take me back I don't wanna live here by this dirty old airport In this greasy little shack Take me back Baby, please take me back Just give me a chance and we'll start all over again Now that young girl Was just a summertime thing She went back to school When the school bell ring Now I do my laundry by myself Every night I eat alone Baby please, please, please Won't you let me come back home Goin' off to college Passed every test They said, "Let's send this boy to Palo Alto He could be one of the best" Four years at Stanford Worked very hard A lot of good it did me, little tramp, Your're ruining my life Take me back Baby, please take me back I don't wanna live here by this dirty old airport In this greasy little shack Take me back Baby, please take me back Just give me a chance And we'll start all over again Just give me a chance And we'll start all over |
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There's a party at my house tonight
Everybody's wound up nice and tight They'll be rockin' and rollin' till the mornin' light There's a party at my house tonight Tell everyone you see To come along with me We're gonna have some fun We're gonna rock the night away Still be rockin' when the mornin' come Stand back baby Don't get excited Didn't I tell you, mama Everyone's invited There's a party at my house There's a party at my house There's a party at my house tonight Don't forget to bring that little blonde-haired girl along You know the one Love to watch her jumpin' up and down Seem like her face gets all red and spotty Like she's been out too long in the sun And that little blue vein right beneath her breast Man, those nipples Pink as a rosebud Hey Bobby, get the rope All right There's a party at my house tonight |
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from Randy Newman - Little Criminals (1987)
Beat-up little seagull
On a marble stair Tryin' to find the ocean Lookin' everywhere Hard times in the city In a hard town by the sea Ain't nowhere to run to There ain't nothin' here for free Hooker on the corner Waitin' for a train Drunk lyin' on the sidewalk Sleepin' in the rain And they hide their faces And they hide their eyes 'Cause the city's dyin' And they don't know why Oh, Baltimore Man, it's hard just to live Oh, Baltimore Man, it's hard just to live, just to live Get my sister Sandy And my little brother Ray Buy a big old wagon Gonna haul us all away Livin' in the country Where the mountain's high Never comin' back here 'Til the day I die Oh, Baltimore Man, it's hard just to live Oh, Baltimore Man, it's hard just to live, just to live |
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from Randy Newman - Little Criminals (1987)
I'll Be Home
I'll Be Home When your nights are troubled And you're all alone When you're feeling down And need some sympathy And there's no one else around To keep you company Remember, baby, You can always count on me I'll Be Home I'll Be Home I'll Be Home I'll Be Home I'll Be Home Wherever you may wander And wherever you may roam You come back I'll be waiting here for you No one else will ever love you The way I do I'll be here to comfort you And see you through I'll Be Home I'll Be Home I'll Be Home |
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from Randy Newman - Little Criminals (1987)
In Germany Before The War
There was a man who owned a store In nineteen hundred thirty-four In Dusseldorf And every night at fine-o-nine He'd cross the park down to the Rhine And he'd sit there by the shore I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking of the sea A little girl has lost her way With hair of gold and eyes of gray Reflected in his glasses As he watches her A little girl has lost her way With hair of gold and eyes of gray I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea We lie beneath the autumn sky My little golden girl and I And she lies very still |
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from Randy Newman - Little Criminals (1987)
There's comin' down the street
They're comin' right down the middle Look how they keep the beat Why they're as blue as the ocean How the sun shines down How their feet hardly touch the ground Jolly Coppers On Parade Here come the black-and-whites Here come the motorcycles Listen to those engines roar Now they're doin' tricks for the children Oh, they look so nice Looks like angels have come down from Paradise Jolly Coppers On Parade Oh, mama That's the life for me When I'm grown That's what I'm want to be They're comin' down the street They're comin' right down the middle Look how they keep the beat Why they're as blue as the ocean Oh, it's all so nice Looks like angels have come down from Paradise Jolly Coppers On Parade |
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from Randy Newman - Little Criminals (1987)
There is a countryard here in Chicago
Down by the river where no one goes We could be married there in the countryard By this old Spanish priest that no one knows And he'll say "Nel blu, dipinto Dipinto di blu Felice de stare Di stare lassu" That means you love him And he loves you "Piu bel ci sono Ci sei tu" Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen The best one in the world Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen I've always been crazy about Irish girls I've always been crazy about Irish girls Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, Come what may Her, hey, hey, hey I'm gonna take you away, away Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen I've searched through all the world I dream of you, Kathleen I've always been crazy about Irish girls I've always been crazy about Irish girls |
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from Randy Newman - Little Criminals (1987)
What you wanna come back here for?
Thought you're with your uptown friends Don't need none of your junkie business You gonna screw us up again Get your blackjack off my table Get your coat out of my rack We don't need you 'round here, jerk-off Chuck, I want you off my back 'Cause we've almost made it We've almost made it We've almost made it to the top Got a gun from Uncle Freddy Got a station all picked out Got a plan and now we're ready Gonna take that station out So you go about your business You just leave use folks alone We don't need no two-bit junkie Screwin' up our happy home 'Cause we've almost made it We've almost made it We've almost made it to the top |
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from Randy Newman - Little Criminals (1987)
He's waitin' for come rain to fall
He's waitin' for some mail to come He's waitin' for the dawn again Old Man On The Farm Milk the cow - slop the pigs Sweeping out the chicken-house Drinking whiskey in the barn Goodnight ladies Sorry if I stayed too long So long it's been good to know you I love the way I sing that song |
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from Randy Newman - Little Criminals (1987)
Got a gun in my holster
Got a horse between my knees And I'm goin' to Arizona Pardon me, boys, if you please I have been a desperado Raped and pillaged 'cross the plain Now, I'm goin' to Arizona Just a Rider In The Rain He's a Rider In The Rain He's a Rider In The Rain And I'm goin' to Arizona He's a Rider In The Rain Oh, my mother's in St. Louis And my bride's in Tennessee So, I'm goin' to Arizona With a banjo on my knee He's a Rider In The Rain He's a Rider In The Rain And I'm goin' to Arizona He's a Rider In The Rain Used to work in Uncle's feed store While he was fightin' in the war Now I'm goin' to Arizona Ain't gonna work for him no more I'm the son of the prairie And the wind that sweeps the plain So, I'm goin' to Arizona Just a Rider In The Rain He's a Rider In The Rain He's a Rider In The Rain And I'm goin' to Arizona He's a Rider In The Rain He's a Rider In The Rain He's a Rider In The Rain And I'm goin' to Arizona Just a Rider In The Rain |
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from Randy Newman - Little Criminals (1987)
Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason Short People got no reason To live They got little hands Little eyes They walk around Tellin' great big lies They got little noses And tiny little teeth They wear platform shoes On their nasty little feet Well, I don't want no Short People Don't want no Short People Don't want no Short People `Round here Short People are just the same As you and I (A Fool Such As I) All men are brothers Until the day they die (It's A Wonderful World) Short People got nobody Short People got nobody Short People got nobody To love They got little baby legs That stand so low You got to pick 'em up Just to say hello They got little cars That got beep, beep, beep They got little voices Goin' peep, peep, peep They got grubby little fingers And dirty little minds They're gonna get you every time Well, I don't want no Short People Don't want no Short People Don't want no Short People 'Round here |
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from Randy Newman - Little Criminals (1987)
The world of science is my game
And Albert Einstein is my name I was born in Germany And I'm happy yo be Here in the land of the brave and the free In the year of nineteen five Merely trying to survive Took my knapsack in my hand Caught a train for Switzerland America, America God shed his grace on Thee You have whipped the Philipino Now you rule the Western Sea Americans dream of gypsies, I have found Gypsy knives and gypsy thighs That pound and pound and pound and pound And African appendages that almost reach the ground And little boys playing baseball in the rain America, America Step out into the light You're the best dream man has ever dreamed And may all your Christmases be white |
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from Randy Newman - Little Criminals (1987)
Here I am lost in the wind
'Round in circles sailing Like a ship that never comes in Standing by myself Sing a sad song for a good man Sing a sad song for me Sing a sad song for the sailor A thousand miles from the sea Here I am along on the plain Sun's going down It's starting to rain Papa, we'll go sailing |
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from Randy Newman - 12 Songs (1988)
Have you seen my baby
On the avenue? You know she's driving me crazy With the funny things she do I seen her with the milkman Ridin' down the street When you're through with my baby, milkman Send her home to me Hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on You know it's been so long Since she have been gone Hold on, hold on, hold on I seen her with the gipsies Dancin' in the wood She's always been unfaithful to me She ain't never been no good I say, "Please don't talk to strangers, baby" But she always do She say, "I'll talk to strangers if I want to 'Cause I'm a stranger, too" Hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on You know it's been so long Since she have been gone Hold on, hold on, hold on |
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from Randy Newman - 12 Songs (1988)
There ain't no moon
There ain't no stars Have to close up soon 'Cause there ain't no cars Got no radio Got no telephone I'm just awful bored And I'm so alone Baby, please come to the station And I'll wipe your windshield clean If you need oil, I'll give you oil And I'll fill your tank with gasoline Baby, please come to the station You know I get so lonely there Bring some wine for inspiration And wear a ribbon in your hair Hear those dogs bark Man, they can feel this cold And it's so dark I need your hand to hold Baby, please come to the station You know I need you so tonight Come and put your arms around me Baby, come and hold me tight Please, baby, come to the station I've taken all that I can take Baby, how can you be sleeping When you know that I'm awake? |
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from Randy Newman - 12 Songs (1988)
Let's burn down the cornfield
Let's burn down the cornfield And we can listen to it burn You hide behind the oak tree You hide behind the oak tree Stay out of danger 'till I return Oh, it's so good On a cold night To have a fire Burnin' warm and bright You hide behind the oak tree You hide behind the oak tree Stay out of danger 'till I return Let's burn down the cornfield Let's burn down the cornfield And I'll make love to you while it's burning |
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from Randy Newman - 12 Songs (1988)
Don't send me no young girl to love me
With their eyes shinin' bright All the young girls are afraid of me Send me a woman tonight Don't send me no hand-holdin' baby 'Cause I been with babies before Don't send me nobody that's crazy Don't send me no young girls no more I was entertaining a little girl in my rooms, Lord With California wines and French parfumes, Lord She started to talk to me about the War, Lord I said, "I don't want to talk about the War." Don't send me nobody with glasses Dont't want nobody above me Don't send nobody takin' night-classes Send me somebody to love me Please answer my prayer Please answer my prayer Please answer my prayer |
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from Randy Newman - 12 Songs (1988)
We met one summer evening
As the sun was going down She was lying on the beach In her graduation gown She was wrapped up in a blanket (I could tell she knew her way around) And as I lay down beside her You know she never made a sound On down the beach came the beachcleaning man Scoopin' up the papers and flattening down the sand "Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda we've got to run away That big white truck is closin' in And we'll get wounded if we stay" Now Lucinda lies buried 'neath the California sand Put under by the beachcleaning man Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda why'd you have to go? They sent her to high school They sent her to low school She just wouldn't go further |
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from Randy Newman - 12 Songs (1988)
Will you have whiskey with your water
Or sugar with your tea? What are these crazy questions That they're asking of me? This is the wildest party that there ever could be Oh, don't turn on the light 'cause I don't want to see Mama told me not to come Mama told me not to come Mama said, "That ain't no way to have fun" Open up the window, let some air into this room I think I'm almost choking on the smell of stale perfume And that cigarette you're smoking 'bout to scare me half to death Open up the window, let me catch my breath The radio is blasting, someone's beating on the door Our hostess is not lasting - she's out on the floor I seen so many things here I ain't never seen before I don't know what it is - but I don't wanna see no more Mama told me not to come Mama told me not to come Mama said, "That ain't no way to have fun" |
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from Randy Newman - 12 Songs (1988)
Rosemary, won't you come out tonight?
The moon is shining and the stars are bright If you stay inside, how can I love you, dear When you're up there and I'm down here? Come on down, we'll take a walk in the park I know a place there where it's good and dark I'll hold yours, baby, and you'll hold mine I'm thinking about you all the time Hear that wind blow 'Gainst your window And I call your name I need you so, baby I'm ready to go, baby Ain't that a shame? Take your shoes off Come with me Take your shoes off Come on down, we'll take a walk in the park I know a place where it's good and dark I'll hold yours, baby, and you'll hold mine I'm thinking about you all the time |
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from Randy Newman - 12 Songs (1988)
I saw your name, baby
In a telephone booth And it told all about you, mama Boy, I hope it was the truth I took down your number Looked up your address, Sue And I was hopin' that maybe You could love me, too I'm gonna wait in the shadows For you to come by I'm gonna wait in the shadows For you to come by And then I'll jump from the shadows And try and catch your eye Gonna run my fingers through your hair And love you everywhere Now I don't want to get too romantic That's just not my way But when I get my arms around you I'm gonna rock you all the night Gonna rock you all the day Suzanne, you won't know it but I'll be behind you Don't try and run away from me, little girl Wherever you go I'll find you And when you go to the pictures And I know you do Don't take no one with you 'Cause I'll be there, too Suzanne |
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from Randy Newman - 12 Songs (1988)
Goin' down to the corner
Gonna have myself a drink Goin' down to the corner Gonna have myself a drink 'Cause that shit that we been usin' Sure confuse my thinking Gonna send out to the drugstore Buy myself a goat Tie him up in my front yard For all my socalled friends to see Ain't nobody gonna look in window and laugh at me I been up so long That it looks like down to me Please don't talk about to me when I'm gone Baby, are you against me too? Had a great idea the other night ComeATiYiYippie, baby Look out When the blue of the night meets the gold of the day We love you We love you We love you |
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from Randy Newman - 12 Songs (1988)
Creole ladies walk along with rhythm in their thighs
Rhythm in their feet and in their lips and in their eyes, Where do highbrows find the kind of love that satisfies? Underneath the Harlem moon! There's no fields of cotton; picking cotton is taboo; They don't live in cabins like the old folks used to do. Their cabin is a penthouse up on Lennox Avenue, Underneath that Harlem moon! Why, they just live on dancing, They're never blue or forlorn, 'Cause it ain't no sin to laugh and grin; That's why darkies were born. Oh, they shout, |
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from Randy Newman - 12 Songs (1988)
Very far away in a foreign land
Live the yellow woman and the yellow man He's been around for many-a-year They say they were there before we were here Eatin' rice all day While the children play You see he believes In the family Just like you and me Oh, yellow man, oh, yellow man We understand, you know we understand He keeps his money tight in his hand With his yellow woman he's a yellow man Got to have a yellow woman When you're a yellow man |
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from Randy Newman - Land Of Dreams (1988)
High on a cliff in Mexico
Staring down at the rocks and the sea below I can hear the church bells ring I can hear the choir I remember the night she left I drove to the station in the pouring rain Sat all night behind my big iron desk The oil on the water made a rainbow At the end of this bone-white gravel road They both lie sleeping on a feather bed And her hair is black as the sky at night But her eyes are gray like the moon You can run but you can't hide You can run but you can't hide You said you love me but I know you lied You said you love me but I know you lied |
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from Randy Newman - Land Of Dreams (1988)
I was born right here, November '43
My dad was a captain in the army Fighting the Germans in Sicily. My poor little momma Didn't know a soul in L.A. So we went down to the Union Station and made our getaway. Got on the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams. On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams. Her own mother came to meet us at the station, Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine She cried when her little girl got off the train. Her brothers and her sisters drove down from Jackson, Mississippi In a great green Hudson driven by a Gentile they knew. Drinkin' rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat Tryin' to do like the Gentiles do Christ, they wanted to be Gentiles, too. Who wouldn't down there, wouldn't you? An American Christian, God damn! On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams. |
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from Randy Newman - Land Of Dreams (1988)
Your eyelids are gettin' heavy
Hard to lift Your mind begins to wander Things start to drift Your arms are getting heavy Hard to lift You sink down a little deeper You're feeling wonderful (Chorus) Maybe you're falling in love Maybe you're falling in love Maybe you're falling, falling, falling, falling in love You stare across the harbor At the lights along the bay Your arms have got so heavy, now They're just getting in your way Look Now you're walkin' in the holy land Yeah, that's you there, walkin' with the king You ask "What have I done to deserve this?" Why, you haven't done a thing (Repeat chorus) |
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from Randy Newman - Land Of Dreams (1988)
You can stand alone
Or with somebody else Or stand with all of us, together If you can believe In something bigger than yourself You can follow the flag forever They say it's just a dream That dreamers dreamed That it's an empty thing that really has no meaning They say it's all a lie But it's not a lie I'm going to follow the flag 'til I die Into every life a little rain must fall But it's not gonna rain forever You can rise aboveyou can rise above it all We will follow the flag together We will follow the flag together |
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from Randy Newman - Land Of Dreams (1988)
One September morning when I was five
My daddy said, "Son, rise from your bed." I thought, I must be dreaming, it's still dark outside He said, "Son if you fall behind you'll never get ahead Here's your little brown cowboy shirt, put it on Here's your little brown cowboy pants, put 'em on Here's your little brown shoes, can you tie them yourself? Get into the car, we're gone!" We drove, it seemed like forever, Further than I'd ever been away from home Then my daddy stopped the car, and he turned to me He said, "Son it's time to make us proud of you, It's time to do what's right Gonna have to learn to work hard" I said, "Work? What are you talking about? You're not gonna leave me here, are you?" He said "Yes I am!" And drove off into the morning light For a while I stood there, on the sidewalk A Roy Rogers lunch pail in my hand Then I heard sweet children's voices calling And I began to understand They said, "Four eyes! Look like you're still sleeping!" "Four eyes! Look like you're dead!" "Four eyes! Where have you been keeping yourself?" "Look like you been whupped upside the head." |
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from Randy Newman - Land Of Dreams (1988)
I ran out on my children
And I ran out on my wife Gonna run out on you too, baby I done it all my life Everybody cried the night I left Well, almost everybody did My little boy just hung his head And I put my arm, put my arm around his little shoulder And this is what I said: "Sonny I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do" If I had one wish One dream I knew would come true I'd want to speak to all the people of the world I'd get up there, I'd get up there on that platform First I'd sing a song or two you know I would Then I'll tell you what I'd do I'd talk to the people and I'd say "It's a rough rough world, it's a tough tough world Well, you know And things don't always, things don't always go the way we plan But there's one thing, one thing we all have in common And it's something everyone can understand All over the world sing along I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do" |
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from Randy Newman - Land Of Dreams (1988)
Of all of the people that I used to know
Most never adjusted to the great big world I see them lurking in book stores Working for the Public Radio Carrying their babies around in a sack on their back Moving careful and slow (Chorus) It's money that matters Hear what I say It's money that matters In the USA All of these people are much brighter than I In any fair system they would flourish and thrive But they barely survive They eke out a living and they barely survive When I was a young boy, maybe thirteen I took a hard look around me and asked what does it mean? So I talked to my father, and he didn't know And I talked to my friend and he didn't know And I talked to my brother and he didn't know And I talked to everybody that I knew (Chorus) It's money that matters Now you know that it's true It's money that matters Whatever you do Then I talked to a man lived up on the county line I was washing his car with a friend of mine He was a little fat guy in a red jumpsuit I said "You look kind of funny" He said "I know that I do" "But I got a great big house on the hill here And a great big blonde wife inside it And a great big pool in my backyard and another great big pool beside it Sonny it's money that matters, hear what I say It's money that matters in the USA It's money that matters Now you know that it's true It's money that matters whatever you do" |
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from Randy Newman - Land Of Dreams (1988)
People tell me that I brag a lot 'cause I call myself the Masterman
Always talkin' 'bout how I got dynamite in every hand Hit it Me and my brother we live alone, got no television, got no telephone But when we walk down the street people get out of the way They say "Here come the Masterman and Baby J" "Here come the Masterman and Baby J" Hit ithit it When we get on the mike we'll be number one Even top D.M.C. and Run Everybody's really gonna have some fun 'Cause we're takin' 'em all the way down We're takin' 'em all the way down Gonna rap about this, gonna rap about that Gonna tell everybody where it's at All over the world people gonna say You got to dig the Masterman and Baby J You got to dig the Masterman and Baby J Hit it People tell me "Man you live in a dump" "You won't never be nothin' but a pumped-up chump" You got no moneyyou got no sense You won't never be nothing, you won't ever be nothing I say well-well-well-well When I look out my window, you know what I see I don't see no whores in the stinkin' street I don't see no drunks and junkies dying I don't see no bums or garbage flyin' I see me and J in the L.A. Coliseum 100,000 people on their feet And they're laughin' and bumpin' and screamin' and cryin' And jumpin' up on their seat And then the band begins to play and then they hush up And then the band begins to play and then they hush up And it gets real quiet in the Coliseum with the stage all dark and bare Maybe a little rain begins to fallyeah But the people stayin' right there Then you can hear that announcer say Please welcome! (the crowd roars) Please welcome! (the crowd roars) L.A.'s own, the number one The biggest, the best, the number one bad in the USA The Masterman and Baby J! The Masterman and Baby J! |
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from Randy Newman - Land Of Dreams (1988)
Don't remember much about my baby days,
But I been told We used to live on Willow near the Garden District Next to the Sugar Bowl Momma used to wheel me past an ice cream wagon One side for White and one side for Colored I remember trash cans floatin' down Canal Street It rained every day one summer Momma used to take me to Audubon Park Show me the ways of the world She said, "here comes a white boy, there goes a black one, that one's an octoroon This little cookie here's a macaroon, that big round thing's a red balloon And the paper down here's called the Picayune And here's a New Orleans tune" In 1948 my Daddy came to the city Told the people that they'd won the war Maybe they'd heard it, maybe not Probably they'd heard it and just forgot 'Cause they built him a platform there in Jackson Square And the people came to hear him from everywhere They started to party and they partied some more 'Cause New Orleans had won the war (We knew we'd do it, we done whipped the Yankees) Daddy said, "I'm gonna get this boy out of this place Bound to sap his strength People have fun here, and I think that they should But nobody from here every come to no good They're gonna pickle him in brandy and tell him he's saved Then throw fireworks all 'round his grave" So he took us down to the airport, and flew us back to L.A. That was the end of my baby days Blue blue morning, blue blue day All your bad dreams drift away It's a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day Lose those bad dreams Those gray clouds above you, what you want them around with you for? You got someone to love you Who could ask for more? It's a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day All your bad dreams drift away |
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from Randy Newman - Land Of Dreams (1988)
Left Los Angeles a short while ago
Flew 'cross the country back to Buffalo Walked around through the sleet and the snow With a red bandana on my head Saw my momma on 12th and Grand Standing in the alley with the junkyard man They were both so loaded they could hardly stand Talkin' 'bout going to Mexico I said "Momma I was born Out there I was born again Been clear to California and back Was out there so long many times I thought I was dead" She said, "Sonny what's that you got wrapped around your head?" It's a Red Bandana It's a Red Bandana It's a Red Bandana It's from Hollywood USA Looked for the woman I used to love Seen her in a bar off the Harlem road Talking in a booth with Charley Hobbs And this ugly little dude whom I didn't know She said "Honey you're back I'm so glad When you was gone I was so sad You come in here lookin' so bad With that red bandana on your head With that red bandana on your head" Yes! It's a Red Bandana It's a Red Bandana It's a Red Bandana And it's red just like your blood is |
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from Randy Newman - Land Of Dreams (1988)
They say that people are livin' in the street
No food in their belly, no shoes on their feet Six black children livin' in a burned-up room One bare light bulb swinging Little black kid come home from school Put his key in the door Mr. Rat's on the stairway, Mr. Junkie's lyin' in his own vomit on the floor You gotta roll with the punches, little black boy That's what you got to do You got to roll with the punches Tap it baby There's all these boring people, you see 'em on the TV And they're making up all these boring stories About how bad things have come to be They say "You got to, got to, got to feed the hungry" "You got to, got to, got to heal the sick" I say we ain't gotta do nothin' for nobody 'Cause they won't work a lick, you know They just gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they will Gonna have to roll with them They gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they will It don't matter whether you're white, black or brown You won't get nowhere putting down The old Red, White and Blue Tap it baby. Alright. All right! Look at those little shorts he's got on, ladies and gentlemen You can see all the way to Argentina Get it So pretty Let 'em go to Belgium, let 'em go to France Let 'em go to Russia Well at least they ought to have the chance to go there We have talked about the red, we have talked about the blue Now we gonna talk about the white That's what we're gonna do Now we had to roll with the punches, yes we did We had to roll with 'em We had to roll with the punches Yes we did We had to roll with 'em I don't care what you say You're livin' in the greatest country in the world When you're livin' in the USA Tap it baby, alright All right |
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from Randy Newman - Land Of Dreams (1988)
All dressed up, nowhere to go
Looks so easy but it isn't you know Hard to find what you're dreamin' of But there's something special about our love Different people, different worlds You just call me, and I'll be there for you We belong together you know it's true 'Cause there's something special about our love It's all right, Baby, it's ok We're gonna make it no matter what they say Sure as the stars shine in the sky above There is something special about our love People change as time goes by Others come between But I'll love you 'til the day I die 'Cause there's something special 'bout you and me Something special about our love |
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from Major League (메이저 리그) by James Newton Howard [ost] (1989)
There's a red moon rising
On the Cuyahoga River Rolling into Cleveland to the lake There's a red moon rising ON the Cuyahoga River Rolling into Cleveland to the lake There's an oil barge winding Down the Cuyahoga River Rolling into Cleveland to the lake There's an oil barge winding Down the Cuyahoga River Rolling into Cleveland to the lake Cleveland, city of light, city of magic Cleveland, city of light, you're calling me Cleveland, even now I can remember 'Cause the Cuyahoga River Goes smokin' through my dreams Burn on, big river, burn on Burn on, big river, burn on Now the Lord can make you tumble And the Lord can make you turn And the Lord can make you overflow But the Lord can't make you burn Burn on, big river, burn on Burn on, big river, burn on |
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from Randy Newman - Born Again (1989)
Stay with me for a little while
You've nowhere to go And I've nowhere to go It makes me so happy When you smile At me Work all your life And you end up with nothing Live in one room like a bum Once I flew in a plane And I fought in a war We lived in a castle And slept on the floor And I don't want to be All alone anymore I'm sorry Out in the street There's little colored kids playing Where my own little boy used to play So I sit in this chair And I ache with the gout And I talk to myself 'Cause I'm scared to go out And I just want to know What was it all about I'm sorry |
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from Randy Newman - Born Again (1989)
This big old queen was standing
On the corner of the street He waved his hanky at me As I went rolling by I pulled the truck up on the sidewalk And I climbed down from the cab With my tire-chain and my knife As I approached him He was trembling like a bird I raised the chain above my head He said, "Please, before you kill me Might I have one final word?" And this is what he said: "I am but Half A Man, Half A Man I'd like to be a dancer But I'm much too large Half A Man, Half A Man I'm an object for your pity Not your rage" Oh, the strangest feeling's sweeping over me Both my speech and manner have become much more refined I said, "Oh, what is this feeling? What is wrong with me?" She said, "Girl, it happens all the time " And you are Half A Man, Half A Man Look, you're walking and you're talking Like a fag." Half A Man, I am Half A Man Holy Jesus, what a drag |
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from Randy Newman - Born Again (1989)
I don't love the mountains
And I don't love the sea And I don't love Jesus He never done a thing for me I ain't pretty like my sister Or smart like my dad Or good like my mama It's Money That I Love It's Money That I Love They say that's money Can't buy love in this world But it'll get you a half-pound of cocaine And a sixteen-year old girl And a great big long limousine On a hot September night Now that may not be love But it is all right One, two It's Money That I Love Wanna kiss you Three, four It's Money That I Love Used to worry about the poor But I don't worry anymore Used to worry about the black man Now I don't worry about the black man Used to worry about the starving children of India You know what I say about the starving children of India ? I say, "Oh mama" It's Money That I Love It's Money That I Love It's Money That I Love |
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from Randy Newman - Born Again (1989)
Golly, Mister, where you going?
You'll be late for work Careful or you'll drop your briefcase Jesus, what a jerk There he goes Down to the subway Off to catch the train Too bad for him He forgot his umbrella Poor Mr. Sheep You're wet Mr. Sheep Walk on, Mr. Sheep Walk on Tell me, how's your little family? How's your little wife? Are you going to live with these monsters For the rest of your life? Maybe you got a little girlfriend Stashed somewhere in town May be you ain't got a little girlfriend Ha ha ha ha ha Poor Mr. Sheep He's a lonely guy too Walk on Mr. Sheep Walk on Dance, Mister! Hey, he's doin' OK Oh, oh Oh, he's all right Let him get up by himself Now I don't want to be too rough And I don't want to be too mean You're right - This world is awful tough I know exactly what you mean But I want you to know Exactly how I feel And to tell you the truth Right now I feel like going I feel like going Baa Baa Mr. Sheep Careful, you're walking all over your own self now Walk on, Mr. Sheep Walk on, Mr. Sheep Walk on, Mr. Sheep Walk on |
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from Randy Newman - Born Again (1989)
Gonna take off my pants
Gonna take off my pants Gonna take off my pants Gonna take off my pants And your mama can't stop me And your papa can't stop me And the police can't stop me No one can stop me Gonna do it right now Gonna do it right now I'm gonna take off my pants Gonna take off my pants And your teachers can't stop me And your priests can't stop me And your firemen can't stop me And the President can't stop me Will you take off my pants? Will you take off my pants? |
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from Randy Newman - Born Again (1989)
Have we got a tough guy here?
Have we got a tough guy from the street? And he looks just like that dancing wop In those movies that we've seen With his cute little chicken shit boots on And his cute little chicken shit hat And his cute little chicken shit girlfriends Ridin' along in back What's been happening with you boys? Are you having a nice time on your trip? All the way from Jersey City And you look pretty as a picture Please don't hurt no one tonight Please don't break no woman's heart How 'bout it, you little prick? How 'bout it? Hope we're gonna get the chance To show you 'round Hope we're gonna get the chance To show you 'round Talk tough to me, Pretty Boy Tell us all about the mean streets of home Talk tough to me |
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from Randy Newman - Born Again (1989)
Little mama
From Japan Sent by her Masters To a foreign land "Go out with the sailors Hang 'round the dock Get out of the way When the bombs start to drop" You know she's a... Spy Be careful what you say, boys Spy She looks just like a schoolgirl Big fat Russian Looks into a buffalo Check into a dude ranch In New Mexico Nearby in the desert Great scientific minds Struggle with questions Of Space and Time Watch out for him Spy You can tell he ain't no cowboy Spy Vhoaaa ! If you love this country And I hope you do Then listen closely To what I say to you They're in the shipyard They're in the factory And they might look just like me But they're... Spies Everywhere you go see 'em Spies They even got 'em in Chicago |
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from Randy Newman - Born Again (1989)
Was a little girl
Maybe five-foot-two Had the cutest little feet Made my heart go tweet-tweet Quite a pleasant disposition Then came a pretty young French girl, mmm Whom I met in Las Vegas When I was there with my parents Oh my Had a real nice conversation Met a girl at the bakery She wanted to borrow my car from me She took it down to Mexico Ran over a man named Juan Then I went to college Met a college girl She lived in the sorority house Across from the school Got a real fine education Had seven women on my mind Now I'm married Have a very lovely wife Three cute little boys It's so nice And that's just half the story Of the girls in my life |
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from Randy Newman - Born Again (1989)
They were six fine English boys
Who knew each other in Birmingham They bought a drum and guitar Started a rock-roll band And Johnny played little violin And Bobby Joe played the big violin The one that stands on the floor They were all in the rock-roll band Their first song sounded like this Please get me a witness Please get me a witness Right off, they needed a name Someone said, "How 'bout the Renegades ?" Johnny said, "Well I don't know. I prefer E.L.O." I love their "Mr. Blue Skies" Almost my favorite is "Turn to Stone" And how 'bout "Telephone Line"? I love that E.L.O. |
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from Randy Newman - Born Again (1989)
Here's an old, old story
'Bout a man and a woman Gone off to California 'Cause they just got married All their friends in Boston Are so very happy They're dancing in the doorways 'Cause their friends got married He gets a job Working in a car wash up in Santa Cruz She gets a job Teaching at a nursery school Oh, they're so nice What's gonna happen to 'em? Soon they have a little white-haired baby Looks just like his daddy And they're all real happy A couple of year go by She's going to see the doctor It's just a regular checkup (oh no) Plus she thinks she might be pregnant Anyway, she dies And he moves down to Los Angeles Meets a foolish girl with lots of money Now they're getting married |
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from Randy Newman - Born Again (1989)
William Brown, a tobacco man
Left North Carolina when he sold his land He took a train to Omaha Stayed there with some friends he had And he didn't mind the dust And he didn't mind the wind And he didn't mind the cold And he didn't miss home And he liked the people And he liked the town So he built himself a house beside the river And he sent for his children And he sent for his cars And he bought himself a little business that would run itself And he didn't mind the dust And he didn't mind the wind And he didn't mind the cold And he didn't miss home |
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from Randy Newman - Maverick (1994)
Amazing grace how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost but now I'm found Was blind but now I see When we've been there ten thousand years Bright shining as the sun We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun Though many dangers,toils and snares I have already come 'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far And grace will lead me home Amazing grace how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost but now I'm found Was blind but now I see Was blind but now I see |
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from Toy Story (토이 스토리) by Randy Newman [ost] (1995) | |||||
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from Toy Story (토이 스토리) by Randy Newman [ost] (1995)
Out among the stars I sail,
Way beyond the moon. In my silver ship I sail, A dream that ended too soon. Now I know exactly who I am And what I'm here for. And I will go sailing no more. All the things I thought I'd be, All the brave things I've done. Vanish like a snowflake With the rising of the sun. Never more to sail my ship Were no man has gone before. And I will go sailing no more. No, it can't be true! I could fly if I wanted to! Like a bird in the sky, If I believed I could fly, Well, I'd fly! Clearly I will go sailing no more. |
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from Toy Story (토이 스토리) by Randy Newman [ost] (1995) | |||||
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from Toy Story (토이 스토리) by Randy Newman [ost] (1995) |