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from Private Parts (언터쳐블 가이) by Van Dyke Parks [ost] (1997)
Dig deep down from Planet X, yeah
Thirteen ghosts in the devil's head Step right up and feel the fire Hardcore love of the never dead Call me the American nightmare Call me the American dream Call me your soul corrupted Call me everything you need Yeah, motherfucker Yeah, who do you love Yeah, motherfucker Who do you love, yeah Black boots stomp and penetrate, yeah Lust and death gone in your head Rat pack mind degenerated Thirteen ghosts sing the body red Call me the dark intruder Call me the haunted sea Call me your Monster Zero Call me anything you need Call me the American Nightmare Call me the American dream Call me your soul corrupted Call me everything you need Yeah, motherfucker Yeah, who do you love Yeah, motherfucker Who do you love, yeah Call me the American Nightmare Call me the American dream Call me your soul corrupted Call me everything you need Yeah, motherfucker Yeah, who do you love Yeah, motherfucker Who do you love, yeah Yeah, motherfucker Yeah, who do you love Yeah, motherfucker Who do you love, yeah |
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from Private Parts (언터쳐블 가이) by Van Dyke Parks [ost] (1997)
Got my hands onto something I could not touch
I'm a hard charger If you lie for your breakfast Then you won't get lunch I'm a hard charger I don't believe in dying There's no such luck Hard charger I can't stay pretty 'Cause it's just no fun Hard charger People are people, now you know I remember being cold blooded Let me wrap my black tongue on your face Wipe away all trace of space and time Lick it up, up, up! Oh... Got my hands onto something I could not touch Hard charger Lie for your breakfast You won't get lunch Hard charger I don't believe in dying, no such luck Hard charger I can't stay pretty, man, it's just no fun Hard charger Come on like expensive wine Friendly as a warm pinch on the titty I'm so lucky, I let 'em win That's how accustomed that I am to winning Twist it up, up, up! Oh... |
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from Private Parts (언터쳐블 가이) by Van Dyke Parks [ost] (1997)
Your mouth is like a suicide
Talkin like you never died Automatic charisma For your chemical mind I'll suffer for you I'll suffer for you You're kissing me like benzocaine with your sleeping pill eyes Melting me down and suck suck sucking my brain I'm gonna hate you tomorrow Because you make me hate you today I'm gonna hate you tomorrow Because you make me hate you today I can be the one that you believe in I can be the liar in your bed I'll be the suck for your solution Tell me that your sex isn't dead Dead Your sex is dead I've suffered for you I've suffered for you I've suffered for you since the day I was made I've suffered for you I've suffered for you I've suffered for you since the day I was made I am the center of your hate I'm gonna be you tomorrow Because you make me hate you today I can be the one that you believe in I can be the liar in your bed I'll be the suck for your solution Tell me that your sex isn't dead Dead your sex is dead All so tired Desexed and jaded Hopeless and souless and bored of the thrill We make our death/sex/symbol When we can't fuck then we kill Dead I've suffered for you I've suffered for you I've suffered for you since the day I was made I've suffered for you I've suffered for you I've suffered for you since the day I was made (chorus) |
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from Private Parts (언터쳐블 가이) by Van Dyke Parks [ost] (1997)
So tired
Tired of waiting Tired of waiting for you (repeat) I was a lonely soul I had nobody till I met you But you, keeping me waiting, all of the time What can I do? It's your life And you can do what you want Do what you like But please don't keep me waiting Please don't keep me waiting Cuz I'm so tired Tired of waiting Tired of waiting for you (repeat) (repeat verse and chorus) |
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from Private Parts (언터쳐블 가이) by Van Dyke Parks [ost] (1997)
We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the water, fire in the sky They burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound Funky & Claude was running in and out Pulling kids out the ground When it all was over We had to find another place But Swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race Smoke on the water, fire in the sky We ended up at the Grand Hotel It was empty cold and bare But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside Making our music there With a few red lights and a few old beds We make a place to sweat No matter what we get out of this I know we'll never forget Smoke on the water, fire in the sky |
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from Private Parts (언터쳐블 가이) by Van Dyke Parks [ost] (1997)
I want you to want me.
I need you to need me. I'd love you to love me. I'm beggin' you to beg me. I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'd love you to love me. I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt. I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me. Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'. Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'd love you to love me. I'm beggin' you to beg me. I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt. I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me. Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'. Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'. Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'd love you to love me. I'm beggin' you to beg me. I want you to want me. I want you to want me. I want you to want me. I want you to want me. |
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from Private Parts (언터쳐블 가이) by Van Dyke Parks [ost] (1997)
She saw the look in his eyes, 'n' she knew better
He wanted her tonight, ah, and it was now or never He made her feel so sad Oh, whoa, whoa, Jamie's cryin' Oh, whoa, whoa, Jamie's cryin' Now Jamie wouldn't say, "All right", ah, she knew he'd forget her 'N' so they said goodnight, ah, oh, 'n' now he's gone forever She want's to send him a letter, uh yeah yeah Uh just to try to make herself feel better It said "Gimme (gimme a call sometime") But she knows what that'll get her Oh, whoa, whoa, Jamie's cryin' Oh, whoa, whoa, Jamie's cryin' Now Jamie's been in love before (ahhh) And she knows what love is for (ahhh) It should mean, a little, a little more (ahhh) Than one night stands, whoo She want's to send him a letter, uh yeah yeah Just to try to make herself feel better It said "Gimme (gimme a call sometime") But she knows what that'll get her Oh, whoa, whoa, Jamie's cryin' Oh, whoa, whoa, Jamie's cryin' [repeat til outro] Atomic Punk ______ ____ I am a victim of the science age, uh A child of the storm, whoa yes I can't remember when I was your age For me, it says no more, no more Nobody rules these streets at night like me, the atomic punk Whoa yeah, wow I am the ruler of these nether worlds The underground, whoa yes On every wall and place my fearsome name is heard Just look around, whoa yes Nobody rules these streets at night like me, the atomic punk Ooo, Ahhh I am the ruler of these nether worlds The underground, oh, oh On every wall and place my fearsome name is heard Look around, whoa yeah Nobody rules these streets at night like me, nobody, ah The atomic punk |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
That's the tape that we made,
But I'm sad to say it never made the grade. That was me, third guitar; I wonder where the others are. I sold the guitar today... I never did play much anyway. Vine Street. We used to live there on Vine Street. She made perfume in the back of the room And me and my group, we'd sit out on the stoop And we'd play for her the songs she liked best To have us play, on Vine Street. Vine Street, the crack of the backbeat on Vinestreet. Swingin' along on the wings of a song And I'll lie in, secure, self-righteous, and sure Why we've things to say that the people would pay to hear us play, on Vine Street. |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
By Palm Desert to market to buy.
Tenderfoot up to date palms of the real estate. By Palm Desert springs often run dry. I came west unto Hollywood, never-never land. Juxtaposed to B.B.D. and O. Beyond San Fernando on hillside manors on the banks of toxicity those below and those above the same. Dreams are still born in Hollywood I don't understand. Just suppose the youngster knows he's had a good deal of fortune and up through the babble on the fair banks complicity, Buy your leave or stay beyond the game. Palm Desert not fade away. Palm Desert I wish I could stay. Palm Desert sages abound. So head your head to the ground round. Meanwhile in the wild west of Hollywood age is losing hold. Inasmuch as you are touched to have withstood by the very old search for the truth within the bounds of toxicity. Left unsung so I have strung the frame. |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
Widows walk ado walk on as in years of yore.
The thought of you divided thus! It just maybe due to discuss in cold turkey mourning in the willows. Or was it the wind. You recollect we all suspect the mortal door will open the sore mind. The widows walk and wail among the willows. Widows walk ado walk on. Widows face the future. Factories face the poor. The fact remains the peril strains the mind a bit. To have done and quit with it widows walk and wail among the willows. Widows walk ado walk on. I'm guessing this is called civil, Regrettably strife. So lessen your appalled pall mall and middle life. Long last a hymn to Him to help you on your way. Contented is the boat. By chance how forlorn the shore. I've meant to take the chance to turn you 'bout the floor so trim the prim the lame have rose to say widows walk and wail among the willows. Widows walk and do-si-do the willows. Widows walk ado walk on. |
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What's up Laurel Canyon,
Hay. What is up in Laurel Canyon the seat of the beat to greet and eat at the heart of their companion way. That's up Laurel Canyon. And what is up the canyon will even eventually come down. Tracks of the beaten in automobile pound the from nine to fivers round a long line of drivers wind to dine in the divers and dandy lie. One line bled in tandom from some new hatched deals. Cracks in the heat and then caught by the wheel catch the country store feel for the hackamore crew view the crackerbare coterie standing by. One line bred randyrand and too few wretched meals. |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
Parks
He is not your run of the mill garden variety Alabama country faire Left on Silver Lake he keeps a small apartment top an Oriental food store there He returned from Alabama to see what he could see. Off the record he is hungry though he works hard in his Alabama country fair I should think he'd fade away the way that Bohemians often bare the frigid air He returned from Alabama to see what he could see. Constant commentary by the wayside Nowadays them country boys don't cotton much to one two three four Rest your team. Work out in the All Golden You will know why hayseeds go back to the country. Constant calm might still our stately union Nowadays a Yankee dread not take his time to wend to sea Forget to bear your arms in the All Golden You will know why hayseeds go back to the country Might as well not 'low for one more go round That's all folks. Them hayseeds go back to the country Ja git it? Alright. |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
Yet all my dreams shall be nearer my God to Thee
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
Our lowly liquor lobby longs to back a road to old time songs.
Biblebelts worn from here and after all were born in the know. So rally round awhile Jim Crow for I thought I'd like to show they can recall the Alamo way down in old Mexico. I left Academia amid sixty-two. Was it sixty-one scholar was cooled from the U. Doubtless more on sore wing than prayer I up and just withdrew to the wander round there. |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
I was there upon a four poster there.
Mind tousled I came to bear some thoughts from the past amid a dash of influenza. And then I came to see in baggage the memories of truncated souvenirs. The war years. High moon I said high moon lighted high moon eye to my moon. Far beyond the blue mist enveloped lawn the blanketed night comes on. The champagne is dead and gone. The forest around sensitive sound forest primeval. Through the panes cloud buttermilk war remains and twisted cross war refrains lunatic so high moon I said high moon lighted high moon eye to my moon. Your age will most probably carry away the letters enveloped in carrion. Vague unpleasantries of the war. May your son's progenitorship of the state haphazardly help him to carry on. God send your son safe home to you. High Moon. You're eye to my moon. |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
What's up Laurel Canyon,
Hay. What is up in Laurel Canyon the seat of the beat to greet and eat at the heart of their companion way. That's up Laurel Canyon. And what is up the canyon will even eventually come down. Tracks of the beaten in automobile pound the from nine to fivers round a long line of drivers wind to dine in the divers and dandy lie. One line bled in tandom from some new hatched deals. Cracks in the heat and then caught by the wheel catch the country store feel for the hackamore crew view the crackerbare coterie standing by. One line bred randyrand and too few wretched meals. |
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Strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul.
Brother has a long way to go maybe baby should know his cotton mouth is too slow for the song of the forgotten South, Just don't hang us up here. Step by step by please though proletarian am I. By chance am you "wine git out de way o'de darkies." You'd better hustle up a storm to sing this Caucasian lullaby. Sleep oh my darling now sleep. Draw freehand over Iron Curtain. Stalk up on the trim bamboo. To footridge the bullrushes certain to know law, American express. No Caucasian flair for flim-flam will do. Step by please step by. Weigh the small advance. There is still a chance. Let's assume that we form a company men. No mention should the pass in revue of the show. Just understand that I prefer to be dead than red white or blue as I write sturdy crew. As you view these few Russians whose true dawn came to view long ago. So I think that you'd better strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul. The song of the forgotten South just don't hang us up here. Here the unknown is at hand and not far from my heel a tarbaby feel for the Czar. For those who are lonely well the Black sea is callin' Georgia's Stalin has fallen so you all come here. We now are near to the end. If you stay with the show say we all had to go to hasten to jar the few nations too far gone to step by. |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
A Southwester in the yard invested with the garden and camped in concentration of a tall lilac to peel the rust off purple arbor.
Time is not the main thought from under the rain wrought from roots that brought us coots to hoot and haul us all back to the prime ordeal. Dust off Pearl Harbor time. |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
Drinking in the nightclub with my bosom friend
Who come down to spend the weekend When I look back who'd you think I see But one of my family Good heavens I shout Mama Jacob, what the France you doin' in a night club Same time the rock and roll start to play She hold onto a Yankee and break away |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
Of all the world's famous singers I have ever seen
on the movie screen Of all the world's famous singers I have ever seen on the movie screen Lawrence Tibbett and Nelson Eddie Donald Nobis and Morton Downey Kenny Baker and Rudy Vallee But the crooning prodigy is Bing Crosby Bing has a way of singing with his very heart and soul Which captivates the world His millions of listeners never fail to rejoice At his golden voice They love to hear his "La Di Dah Di dah" So sweetly with such harmony Thrilling the world with his melody I wonder if you heard him singing the song "May I Be the One to Say I" I wonder if you heard again "Everytime It Rains It Rains Pennies from Heaven" But "Love Thy Neighbor" was a most thrilling song And "Git Along Little Dogie Git Along" Unanimously three cheers for Mr. Bing Crosby |
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We have captains like Filo James and Ellie Manette
Arthur Byer, Neville Jules and Junior Pouchette Kenrick George, David Edwards I must mention Anthony Williams and Michigan They are giants musically And their names ought to go down in history The steelband music is really sweet You get that rhythm in every beat The steel the grater and the oil drum Will make you jump up and make you hum It's fantastic in every sense The music yet get from these instruments The dominant chord from the guitar man The prominent note on the tenor pan Music in the place But it's hell to keep up the pace with the bass |
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Among the singers on the moving screen
The negroes are the best ever heard or seen Among the singers on the moving screen The negroes are best ever heard or seen Morton Downey went to a singing school But the four Mills brothers are sweet and cool And I ain't got nobody, nobody cares for me. Nobody cares. For those of you have seen "The Big Broadcast" Cab Calloway was unsurpassed From mystery pictures Bela Lugosi And relax with Mr.Crosby Mae West, of course, is a fair piece singer I still prefer to hear the Four Mills Brothers in "I ain't got nobody, nobody cares for me. Nobody cares" |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
At the age of nine my father said to me
Son you're growing fine I'm very proud to see Soon a man you'll be with all the zest for life But your greatest test will be to choose a wife Be careful, son be careful. All that glitters isn't gold Be careful. Son be careful, movin' round toward the young and the old You must watch them twice That is my advice You'll find they're nice from far, but far from nice. Marriage is not a sport, it is no game to play Once they have you caught, it's hard to get away Behind every great man there's a woman, that's true But she has a hand in every downfall too Every lady is a woman though nature's act But every woman is not a lady and that is a fact! To comprehend the difference it will take a lot, For they both pretend to be what they are not. |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
John Jones, you son of a gun
You call yourself a big big man And still you try to kill my hand John Jones, you son of a gun Well I don't like a man who tries to belittle me And I don't like a man who tries to kill my hand John Jones, you son of a gun |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
When Roosevelt came to the Land of the Hummingbird
Shouts of welcome were heard "Hummingbird, Hummingbird, Hummingbird" His visit to their island is bound to be An epoch in local history Definitely marking the new era Between Trinidad and America We understand that the president had just been On a visit to Brazil and the Argentine With Mr. Cordell Hull in attendance There they took part in a peace conference Struck by his modest style We were intrigued by the famous Roosevelt smile In fact everybody was glad To welcome Roosevelt to Trinidad We were privileged to see the democratic President of the great republic With his charm and his genial personality And his wonderful urbanity To stop war and atrocity And make the world safe for democracy The greatest event of the century In the interest of suffering humanity Port of Spain threw open her gates To the President of the United States In fact everybody was glad To welcome Roosevelt to Trinidad |
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Sweet Trinidad, sweet sweet Trinidad
darling keep the home fires burning Use gas, don't burn any wood Well, I've traveled the USA from north to south I didn't meet a single girl to shout about They worked me very hard but they paid me good I put on a little weight eating Yankee food From Miami to New York to Los Angeles Wherever I play the people mighty pleased, Yankee dollar real appeals to me Never forget sweet "la Trinity" I'll remember Sweet Trinidad, sweet sweet Trinidad Darling, keep your home fires burning Use gas, don't burn any wood |
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There's music in the streets
There's music everywhere A little old soul beat There's dancing everywhere I would tell the whole world Tell them if I could To add a little song into each life It's finger snappin' good Pardon me, but you could use it We're goin' to make a little music You got soul now don't you lose it We're goin' to make a little music Everything's going to be mellow People just a singin' occapella People just a singin' occapella There's music in the street There's music in the air A little old soul beat There's dancin' everywhere I would tell the whole world Tell them if I could To add a little song into each life It's finger snappin' good |
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There's a lady in a turban by a cocaine tree
She does that dance so rhythmically She's a laughin' and singin' and havin' a time And boy that cocaine tree looks fine. Chorus Put on your sailin' shoes Put on your sailin' shoes Everyone will start to cheer When you put on your sailin' shoes Doctor doctor I feel so bad This is the worst day I've ever had He says "Have you this misery a very long time? 'Cause if you if I'll lay it on the line." |
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Big wheel just a keep on turning
And the fire just a keep on burning Big boat just a keep on rocking Opportunity just keep on knocking Time dies tryin' to fly by Gotta grain of love in my eye On land they're fighting man to man Tryin' to beat each other if they can Riverboat just a keep on chuggin' We just keep right on huggin' We got love yes we have we got love Rain just a keep on pouring Love just a keep on growing Opportunity knocking Big boat just a keep a rocking Riverboat just keep on chugging, listen We just keep a right on huggin' and kissin' We got love yes we have we got love Big wheel just a keep on turning And the fire just a keep on burning Big boat just keep on rocking Opportunity just keep on knocking Riverboat keep on chuggin' listen We just keep right on huggin' and kissin' We got love yes we have we got love |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
Come follow me down to a tiny land
Things to see, friends to meet; you would understand Darlin' get up, let us pack up For the journey it's a nonstop It's a date Sweetheart don't be late Come, let me go, let me go to Tobago That paradise, found by Robinson Crusoe And it is said, it's the land of tomorrow Princess Margaret say, come Tobago for holiday Now the whole world say, come Tobago for holiday Your native friend surely would be a host And show you some of the beauties from coast to coast As you look down curiously at the gray sand and the blue sea You'll agree, it's just heavenly For rare beauty, well, it's my belief There is no other place like the Buccoo Reef Where the fishes seems to gather Just to welcome every stranger It is grand On this Crusoe land |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
If I talk again it could drive me mad
I try to talk to the people of Trinidad If I talk again it could set me mad I'm tired if talkin' to the people of Trinidad All kinds of people come and doin' well And you the Trinidadians only catchin' hell How many times do you want to be told Your own comes first all over the world If you think I lie, I invite you please Just take a trip through the West Indies Make your first stop at Grenada Tell them that you come to look for labor If you miss and say you're from Trinidad They lick you from Grenada down to Fyzabad But you can't blame them on a whole My friend, that's the policy of the world So, Granadians for Granadians Jamaicians for Jamaicians Even Barbados take the same route Trinidadians, buck up and follow suit Well now you really lookin' for blows If you think you goin' anchor in Barbados The Bajuns goin' tell you you bloomin' fast Don't you know Bajuns first and outsiders last Then you heist your anchor to Jamaica Feelin' that your chances might be better But as I've led you to understand Boy, we only have work here for Jamaicans I'm not all selfish, I love to give And I believe in the slogan live and let live If the other islands aren't doin' that Well I don't see why we should be Miss Howard's cat It's time to go into the reverse Do like other nations put your people first You must do as you are told Or you would be the laughing stock of the world |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
A B C D E F G G-Man G-Man Hoover
Rat tat tat tat rat tat tat tat rat tat tat tat Rat tat tat G-Man Hoover Rat tat tat tat rat tat tat tat rat tat tat tat Rat tat tat G-Man Hoover Criminals come but they have one way to go Gangsters are dumb for by now they ought to know Stick with care or they gang you over there Hoover will bring them to the electric chair A B C D E F G G-Man G-Man Hoover Young or smart, cruel Had no heart, fool You were bad he was smoother What a lad G-Man Hoover Rat tat tat tat rat tat tat tat rat tat tat tat Rat tat tat G-man Hoover Stick up a bank grab the dough get out of town Guess the cops come for your love to mow them down Shave off your beard change the color of your hair Step out the door there's hoover waiting there G-Man G-Man Hoovee You can go now Don't dare go now It's a frame you're a loser To that game of G-Man Hoover Rat tat tat tat rat tat tat tat rat tat tat tat Rat tat tat G-Man Hoover Kidnap a child 'cuz to you he's just a brat His mama's wild she's afraid you'll use your gat Money's your aim then you'll take it on the lam Mud is your name Hoover always gets his man A B C D E F G G-Man G-Man Hoover |
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from Van Dyke Parks - The Clang Of The Yankee Reaper (1976)
Kibbee-Lawrence-Parks
The sun never set on the empire Prince Albert came in a can If you expire before you retire And end up an "also-ran" It's fine time to drink tea from China Do drop a line Let me know I am fine Sun in the moonlight, in the moonlight Gone, just like I said The good old days are dead (Better get it through your head) As you harken to The clang of The Yankee Reaper It's like I said The good old days are dead As you harken to The clang of the Yankee Reaper Out in the rude wild abandon The Shah of Iran bought the plan Seen with the Queen he was all smiles He just bailed out the British Isles It's time to drink tea from fine china Just think of him when your light Starts to dim Sun in the moonlight, in the moonlight Gone, just like I said The good old days are dead (Better get it through your head) As you harken to The clang of The Yankee Reaper It's like I said The good old days are dead As you harken to The clang of the Yankee Reaper Harken to the clang of the Yankee Reaper The good old days are dead As you harken to the clang ... |
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from Van Dyke Parks - The Clang Of The Yankee Reaper (1976)
Monseque
The ghetto's hungry people cry Food is wasted on the hill Hands stretched upwards to the sky That hill seems high and higher still Summer's gone and winter's near The valley's restless, you can hear Seems lest they batter, burn and kill Till their hungry mouths are filled There'll be no city on the hill There might be time to change the course Let's appoint a meeting place Till hill and valley wears the cross And cleanse each other of disgrace This land's a model of the world That's been a dream that's been ignored But let's take haste and settle bills Till their hungry mouths are filled There'll be no city on the hill (Repeat and fade) |
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from Van Dyke Parks - The Clang Of The Yankee Reaper (1976)
Francisco
We don't hesitate to try and create And then perpatuate fictious impressions Courteous words like "thank you, I'm sorry Please and world you forgive me" Which we once knew Have now become a forgotten thing Of the past But "convict and condemn" in our minds Our bosom pals, without a trial But this wickedness, crookedness Stupid and malicious gile is out of style Can't people construct and try to engage In something to alleviate this present shortage Control the urge to damage And as the people be less savage In this day and age Remember we pass that stage We share disrespect and then we object When people reject us and call us low class Saturday night infideliy's a damn joke We're cussing, we're whoring We're smoking dope Sunday morning we're holier than the pope When we critisize we tend to dramatize Thereby exercising ignorance and folly Why can't we forget about the pride and scrimmage Ignore the old talk and gossip in the village Cease the damn wastage And as the people be less savage In this day and age Remember we pass that stage |
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from Van Dyke Parks - The Clang Of The Yankee Reaper (1976)
The Sandpebbles
You gave me a dream of love Then you took it away You melted my heart The same way heat loves candle Oh you really hurt my pride When you took me for a ride You left me with more grief Than I can handle Someone will bring another dream for me Someone will bring another dream you see A dream with hope for tomorrow A dream to take away my sorrow Someone will bring another dream for me Oh you layed heaven at my feet Then you took it away Every morning I wake up Hopin' you'll be there Oh I want to scream and shout Gotta let my feelings out 'Cause my blues keeps gettin' bluer Day by day Someone will bring another dream for me Someone will bring another dream you see A dream with hope for tomorrow A dream to take away my sorrow Someone will bring another dream for me You gave me a dream of love Then you took it away You melted my heart The same way heat loves candle Oh I want to scream and shout Gotta let my feelings out 'Cause my blues keeps gettin' bluer Day by day Someone will bring another dream for me Someone will bring another dream you see A dream with hope for tomorrow A dream to take away my sorrow Someone will bring another dream for me |
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from Van Dyke Parks - The Clang Of The Yankee Reaper (1976)
Williams
I'll find a love sometime, someday And when I do I'm gonna love her all the way I'm gonna love her more each day, yeah I'll search everywhere I can think of And someday I know I'll find a love (Search) To wash my tears away (Love) When I'm feelin' blue (Search) To wipe my fears away (Love) Love alone will do Oh love is the answer Love is a better life If we people learn to love a little more Everything will be all right Love is the answer Love is a better life If we people learn to love a little more Everything will be all right From east to west time lingers on Somewhere in the wilderness There will come a happy morn Life to me will be just born, yeah When the rays of a golden dawn Shine from above Little birds will sing the song of love (Search) To wash my tears away (Love) When I'm feelin' blue (Search) To wipe my fears away (Love) Love alone will do Oh love is the answer Love is a better life If we people learn to love a little more Everything will be all right Love is the answer Love is a better life If we people learn to love a little more Everything will be all right From day to day I'll hope and pray And somehow, someway I will know the glory of Having that someone to love, yeah True happiness and peace of mind And sometime, someday I'll find a love (Search) To wash my tears away (Love) When I'm feelin' blue (Search) To wipe my fears away (Love) Love alone will do Oh love is the answer Love is a better life If we people learn to love a little more Everything will be all right Love is the answer Love is a better life If we people learn to love a little more Everything will be all right If we people learn to love a little more Everything will be all right If we people learn to love a little more Everything will be all right |
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from Van Dyke Parks - The Clang Of The Yankee Reaper (1976)
Cummings
No lie, no lie Last carnival I was beatin' iron In an all star band When I meet up a nice big young woman And hse come and she tell me That she want me to beat my iron for she And she windin' up she body If you hear she Give me the eye, eye Give me thy eye, eye I tell she I am the man And I am the champion I come down from Iron Land If you hear she Give me the eye, eye Give me the eye, eye If you see me sittin' in the band With an iron in my hand Sock it to me, rock it to me, man She tell me in the midst of a good jam session I remend she of an iron man That took I and tried She said that is the man And I'm kind of late for she She'd be surprised Give me the eye, eye Give me they eye, eye I tell she I am the man And I am the champion I come down from Iron Land If you hear she Give me the eye, eye Give me the eye, eye If you see me sittin' in the band With an iron in my hand Sock it to me, rock it to me, man No lie, no lie No lie, no lie No lie, no lie No lie, no lie Downtown the woman get drunk and fall down And she raise up her dress and she run And she wind up in front of policeman Sayin' how can you work With a man beatin' pan So she grab on to the same man Give me the eye, eye Give me theyeye, eye I tell she I am the man And I am the champion I come down from Iron Land If you hear she Give me the eye, eye Give me the eye, eye If you see me sittin' in the band With an iron in my hand Sock it to me, rock it to me, man No lie, no lie Now is midnight, still beatin' I And forget that woman If you hear a tune in a steel band Well now she gone crazy She said how can you beat I And still... Hear she callin' Give me the eye, eye Give me they eye, eye I tell she I am the man And I am the champion I come down from I ron Land If you hear she Give me the eye, eye Give me the eye, eye If you see me sittin' in the band With an iron in my hand Sock it to me, rock it to me, man |
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from Van Dyke Parks - The Clang Of The Yankee Reaper (1976)
Roberts
Steel band man, yes you beatin' pan But my friend you won't understand Has it ever dawned on you Who invented pan I ask you to join me In offerin' tribute to this man (oh no) Everybody wonderin' How the steelband start (Oh no) When you get to know Well, it's gonna break your heart I tell you now It's founded by one Winston Spree And this is how He started his first melody Bless the day in 1939 The genius say he recall to mind Saw an ol' empty oil drum Beatin' in the storm Just before the sky darkened You know it was the steel band was born (oh no) Everybody wonderin' How the steelband start (Oh no) When you get to know Well, it's gonna break your heart I tell you now It's founded by one Winston Spree And this is how He started his first melody He went along beatin'blow by blow He thought it sound like a piano This really inspired him to a great extent So he continued poundin' Until he found this new instrument (oh no) Everybody wonderin' How the steelband start (Oh no) When you get to know Well, it's gonna break your heart I tell you now It's founded by one Winston Spree And this is how He started his first melody Now the world waiting anxiously We strike gold all because of Spree But what are we doin' now to conserve his name We should reimburse him And have it placed in the hall of fame (oh no) Everybody wonderin' How the steelband start (Oh no) When you get to know Well, it's gonna break your heart |
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from Van Dyke Parks - The Clang Of The Yankee Reaper (1976)
Roberts
This train is leavin' Trip 'round the world Before you join in Be sure you have soul Stop hesitating and get in the groove The engine is reavin' Be ready to move Soul train, soul train Coming down the track Coming down the track Soul train, soul train Coming down the track Coming down the track Coming down the track Coming down the track Coming down the track Coming down the track Let's have some action Come, form a line Let's see a motion In front and behind Make sure your timing Is under control You have to be moving With rhythm and soul Soul train, soul train Coming down the track Coming down the track Soul train, soul train Coming down the track Coming down the track |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Jump! (1984)
Kibbee-Parks
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from Van Dyke Parks - Jump! (1984)
Kibbee-Parks
Opportunity for two It had to be me It had to be you It seemed to be a dream It happened to be true A fine futurity for one A day to make hey A race to be run Though the blue for you They say you the one We might happen to meet Ain't it sweet when it's a glad song? Just keep a flappin' your feet to beat the band out of a sad song God only knows Which way the wind blows Could blow us away So I alway say My honey don't go Let's spend today and dream this away Like honey to be It's just you and me In love for a day Let's spend today and dream dis away Just what could be wrong To string me along In love for a day |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Jump! (1984)
Kibbee-Parks
Come along! Come along! Come on along! I just may be goin' your way and I won't take yoh no I gotta giddyup and go On the road wid de show if I may say so Row to hoe rodeo Oh here we go Where they say de lovelies do play Maybe sooner or late That's de time to go straight and to confabulate. Come along! Don't be callin' me brother. You too hard on my hide I gots to get hold of a halter friend And then I really need a saddle to ride Gots me indisposition. You who pardon my pride It seem to me like an imposition friend If you must really need a saddle to ride. In disspell of the Southern moonlight and thee charm of the women and wine Might as well just surrender tonight to remember this wonderful time of your life you must leave all your worry behind. Don't worry! Don't worry! Not to worry! As they say "the pleasure is mine" Gonna hit de road Jack Lazy-lay yousef back Let's leave Gawgia behind for Carolina Climb aboard! Climb aboard! Climb on aboard! I'll wake you when it's time to dine Fella you can feel free to take a vantage on me I'm a true and trustee. Don't worry! You dressed up for de party tonight holdin' hopin' that she would be there You look smart for de party alright A delightful and debonaire hare on a night that is right for some devil-may-care Come along! Come along! Come on along! I just may be goin' your way Maybe sonner or late To the gals we go straight Just to confabulate. Come along! |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Jump! (1984)
Kibbee-Parks
Many a mile to go and promise to keep and I'm falling asleep. I don't wanna go to sleep. I don't wanna. to sleep. I don't wnna I'm dreamin' this dream and it not very clear The reason I'm there or why am I here. I'm thinkin' I'm sinkin' and I wanna know when we're not here oh where do we go? Do not forsake me my dear! I let you go out when the coast become clear To the wild blue and beyond I'd tell you more if I'd been where no one been before Do not forsake me my dear! I won't forsake you my son! Be by your side that day my race had been run 'Til then it's all up to you You take a part of my heart as you start to slip through! We find that faraway shore We have to say "Goodbye" nevermore We leave behind our certain-for-sure To me it seem like dreaming. Mine is but to do or die And never want for the reason why We just set sail up into the sky To me it seems like flying. Why oh why the sky. Why oh why is it blue and why am I me tell me why are you you. Why are you-hoo? Like why is there right and why is there wrong And why does the weak go along with the strong. Gotta git along. And why is night. It feel like a fright Oh and where is the light that wuz burnin' so bright Burnin' so bright Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Ah- Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Ah- Do not forsake me my dear! |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Jump! (1984)
Kibbee-Parks
Stretch yousef out let me tell you what it's all about Doubtless you wanna know I been a queen and I seen high society Climb the stairs so many times with milionaires just to help them chase their cares away These are the does I suppose you all knows how to play An invitation to sin An' begin to be gay! Pick a winner red hot chicken dinner Sinner or hep yousef to some quail We got a covey, a bevy of love for sale If she suit you fancy if you need romancin' don't let this chance pass you by This ain't no dime a dance so let that old eagle fly An invitation to sin An'begin to be gay! I done some time back in my prime My crime was that I didn't know when to quit. Times waz unkind to me. Now I don't mind a bit. Face you can't forget night of love you won't regret Feelin' you ain't felt before If you can't pay sonny just make you way out de door An invitation to sin and begin to be gay! |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Jump! (1984)
Gilkyson-Parks
Home! To my destiny dear Home! I can rest without fear Home! For the soul who has found he is half not whole! Home! Place where I find relaxion Home! For some natural action Home! From the cold an the glitter and that is not gold! At Home by the fire You only desire to Go out and get in a stew Could get you in trouble Get home on the double You're dreaming! You dream can come true where you knew it would right from the start Please believe me Home! With its warren, its peace-time Home! With its famine and feast Home! Last not least for the beauty within you beast! Where there is tranquility Half happability yearning to let what may come come in tender and loving care even the foul is fair Let every road lead to Rome! Not to ruin my Homely! home! Sweet Home! Half! Have a mind to get my situation Wholly owned and only consolation Back to bed to habitate when I get back home My mind have been churnin' My feet has been burnin' My heart had been turnin' to Love. And he who laughs last you see, ain't gotta laugh on me And all that I'm speaking of Please believe me is Homely! Home! Sweet Home! You just set you feet back on the ground and turn around and get back home! |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Jump! (1984)
Kibbee-Parks
You light on my feet Fine and so fleet So indiscreet We should meet around midnight You may be insincere You whisper in my ear Some words that may be unclear but they sound so right And my head begins to spin When my heart sez it's a sin Never let the dance begin Once again To begin You have your way with the women You who captivate with your rhythm I can't quite forget or forgive 'em I'm not just a doll built for the ball After I fall dancin' is all you may recall After the ball I remember well elegant swell The spell you weave very well in the moonlight Ooh! Every move you make Your flashing eyes would break The hardest heart in Atlanta it just ain't right. You-- a master of the game Me a moth and you a flame You don't even know my name Just a dame All the same You have your way with the women You who captivate with your rhythm I can't quite forget or forgive 'em So do your worst! You'll be my first At last in love I'm lost and long to care Free from it all! Fated to fall My femme fatale! Always on call! Winsome withal after the ball Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Jump! (1984)
Parks
We will break bread and we won't wonder why In that great reunion in that by 'n' bye. Look away! Look away! Look away! Look away! First come first serve will be the president If he had the nerve he'd axe de goverment Look away! Look away! Look away! Look away! Look away! Hear the train comin'! You all get on board! Let the population be of one accord! Look away! Look away! Look awoooooooooooooooooooooooooo Fine- |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Jump! (1984)
Kibbee-Parks
Off the wall wallflower Now the dance has begun It's our shining hour 'til all our dancin' is done Mammy Whammy Jammy cookin' up on a stove For me and my Buttercup Things have been lookin' up in Hominy Grove. Sweet Hominy! You the wild wild flower that my garden has grown How I in your power And you a rake on you own! Hottentot Hot Toddy Cinnamon and a clove For lovin' our lovin' cup Things have been lookin' up In Hominy Grove. Sweet Hominy! Inst. - My whole heart's affection Would I lay at your feet Why one man's confection could be another man's sweet? Weave in my direction When the web has been woven Stick us together like Birds of a feather. Down in Hominy Grove. Sweet Hominy! |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Tokyo Rose (1989)
Traditional
My country, 'tis of thee Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing Land where my fathers died Land of the Pilgrims' pride From every mountainside let freedom ring |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Tokyo Rose (1989)
Parks
Four ships have sailed the ocean to the bay A chop on the water o'er waves of gray The Commodore a notion in the spray Where in emotion We hear him say "Boy that sea is vast! What joy we're here at last! This has to be the island of Japan! Open up that door! We are ship to shore! We represent the President the sentiment of Uncle Sam!" The Commodore steps forward with a sneeze With "as you were then and men at ease To raise this once great nation from her knees To teach her 'Thank you!' 'Pardon Me Please!' Might as well be Mars! Thank your stripes and stars! Show me to the bars of old Japan! Get down off this barge! Tell the man in charge! We're unafraid we come to trade a corporation for a nation Every man back to his station I can hear the native call Yankee go home Yankee go home You must not forget you have self-respect I will tell you confidential I feel downright sentimential Like a good Yank go home Self-respect is so essential I say let tomorrow come Maybe bring heartache or sonno joi Tell your son you're a homesick boy Don't you pick up a gun it's not a toy Now from Rio to Rome I hear Yankee go home" Yankee go home "Parting is so sweet a sorrow" Yankee go home "May bring happiness tomorrow One thing I have learned now that I've been burned Is that if you should find that your hand's in the fire You pull it back quickly and you retire like Any good Yank go home you may have to beg and borrow I say let tomorrow come On the level I'm telling you to the devil you give his due But remember that China will answer true I say Yankee go home Ai yai yai yai I say Yankee go home Yankee go home Yankee go home What resembled mirth on a trembling earth Now just feels so economic I feel tragic you want comic Like a good Yank go home live in love for every neighbor Though they're bound to disagree That you're some kind of V.I.P. with your gunboat democracy You can shoot off your mouth in your own country I say Yankee go home I say Yankee go home Like a good Yank go home Self-respect is so essential I say let tomorrow come 'Til the dollar meets with the yen And the good times return again You recall how the dollar has fallen men That's why we gotta go We're Amerikano Ai yai yai yai" |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Tokyo Rose (1989)
Parks
Paniolo cowboy in a field of sugar cane Once there was a forest where they hid there in the rain Cowboy bowboy cowboy Wanderin' Wahini under locks of raven hair Beads of inspiration Hopin' he would not forget just where Heyup cowboy! Up above the canopy in the highest branches of a tree He would take her longingly and say "One day you'll belong to me" I forgot to mention it was nineteen forty-one Zeros kept a-comin' like to blanket out the sun Cowboy cowboy So they lay suspended dreaming of some kind of god With their limbs akimbo and extended to the mind of God Cowboy And the night without regret says it's time to let your hair down low There they lay in silhouette he would say I'd stay yet have to go King Kamehameha met with Captain Cook uopn the shore Lookin' at all the cattle asked him "What the hell are these for?" Cowboy cowboy cowboy Gone now is the forest and the lovers of the trees Now there is a chorus playing golf who say in Japanese Kau-boi |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Tokyo Rose (1989)
Parks
Noone can forget the place where she has gone away Funny how regret can taste like honey in L.A. anyway All the trees ornamental Every breeze downright sentimental No one can forget her face when she has gone away Let a bungalow and yard fulfill your every need Get a Romeo and garden all but gone to seed as they say Every swallow returning Just to follow a natural yearning It is just a paper chase when she has gone away What the heck I've hit the deck and checked romance on holiday Drawn a breath and danced with death Until the dawn had held it at bay Watched the palms by the sea sway In the arms of beautiful Nissei Now I can't forget her face since she has gone away Manzanar not the kind of girl to hit the street Manzanar she is dancin to a brand new beat Don't know me from Ansel Adams 'cause I'm from Los Angeles Would've called her but was at a loss For what to say just to please When it gets right down there to the wire When you're reeling and feel her desire Tell her she is All-American in Japanese This is a dump without a doubt You gotta jump you wanna shout And it is sump thin you got out Manzanar You are not warm a desert storm And where the High Sierra hits the flyway You are alone you will explode To Arizone you hit the road Next sound you hear is pounding down the highway Like a man without a nation In a camp of concentration With a stamp of degredation and shame To a place they call it Manzanar by name You are awake an evening star All you can take is makin out just where you are There's a name to explore there And a story of shame and war there In Manzanar in Manzanar Manzanar! |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Tokyo Rose (1989)
Parks
This is like no island you have seen It is not Argentine nor Tangerine Maybe you are navy or marine It is not African nor Caribbean Take the missionary position yes the missionary position For a man who is on a mission other matters should come to mind Take the missionary position makes me faint & I ain't gonna listen But a good man to my own disposition is a man who is hard to find Hey sailor come from the sea you talk to me You're a tar You're a far cry from home While you are at liberty to talk to me People stare I'm aware is it fair? On a dare I don't care What they say Give us only today Hey sailor come from the sea It's you and me Call it fate Call it great destiny Since we are at liberty and speaking free I won't grieve if you find you must leave Me behind I won't mind I have heard of push and shove You bring me that word called love Calypso if my heart could only speak We'd take a week in Martinique and just go crazy neh? Calypso he is speaking Greek to me It is hide and seek you see This can be our fantasy today Como dice Calypso |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Tokyo Rose (1989)
Parks
Mister Ford sez to Mister Firestone When they meet at the old campground "We will send out the news by wire and Tell all the people what we have found We can ask Thomas Alva Edison Telephone Alexander Graham Bell And if someone comes here with something to sell Just make yourself clear and tell him to go straight to hell Trade war! For your peace and our protection Give us speed and new direction Someone needs to mind the store Trade war! As is mentioned in the Bible Nations tend to what is tribal Across the ocean white with foam Spend your dollars here at home" Mister Ford turns to MisterFirestone "Well the nation has gotta roll Time has come for the Yanks to load up the tanks If a victory is our goal To show the world all about free enterprize Cut the competition down to size We must make it a date to participate in cooperation We are a nation at war Trade war! We are thinking of survival At the brink with each new rival Here to even up the score Trade war! Competition now is global Give your country what is noble If you're an eagle you must soar We are a nation as at war! There's a bomber up in the sky tonight 'Cause the two brothers Wright took flight Man has gone to the air to keep the world fair Show the others where might makes right When you look up in the wild blue yonder now And see a star or a satellite On a Yankee's invention it may depend So lend us your spirit bright! Trade war! Don't sell land to the invader Tell him come back maybe later We don't do that anymore Trade war! Thanks to our man Ronald Reagan He is gone and we are begging For just the interest on the loan And calamity unknown Trade war! For our lands and independence For our children and descendants We must hold them at the door Trade war! And the sparks have started flying Though your heart says you're denying Our love for all humanity It's what keeps us breathing free Trade war! Make it legal make it tender May our nation not surrender oh no! For just one race to rule the world Keep that battle flag unfurled!" |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Tokyo Rose (1989)
Parks
The moon in all its splendor swings into sight Puts up a fight puts out a porch light And soon we both just surrender to its might Part out of fright part out of love light Part out of love Soon you and I are just a memory Caught up in some cicadae symphony And you and I a thought that came to me A mason jar a star out in the night Bug in a jug huggin the love light Just you and I to chase a Milky Way What can I say we're out of love light We're out of love The moon in all its splendor swings out of sight Put up a fight put out a porch light And soon we both just surrender to its might Part out of fright part out of love light Part out of love |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Tokyo Rose (1989)
Parks-Furumoto
We want just one home run That's all that we are after My son I been around the diamond But not for many a year And I have lost and won The cost in tears and laughter You just step up and face that pitcher When these two words you hear Batter up! batter up! With His eye on the sparrow you'll fly like an arrow on high Batter up! batter up! Whether losing or winning in only beginning You'll make it on home by and by You take a bat of pine From some denuded forest The glove was made by Mr.Spaulding From a cow in Salvador And by some power divine The crowd joins in the chorus It is a case of now or never And you can hear them roar Ko ko lo to ki me ku to ki Ka ze wa to ma li To mo ni su su mi yu ko Mi la i bo ku la no Ao zo la hi lo ga lu no ha la ni yu ko Kyo o wa ta no shi i ku sa ya kyu u sa Bo ku no ne ga i wa ta ta hi to tsu no Ho o mu la no i pa tsu u tsu da ke sa Ta da bo lu ni mu ka i o mo i ki i li pu le i su ru da ke |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Moonlighting-Live At The Ash Grove (1998)
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from Van Dyke Parks - Moonlighting-Live At The Ash Grove (1998)
When Roosevelt came to the Land of the Hummingbird
Shouts of welcome were heard "Hummingbird, Hummingbird, Hummingbird" His visit to their island is bound to be An epoch in local history Definitely marking the new era Between Trinidad and America We understand that the president had just been On a visit to Brazil and the Argentine With Mr. Cordell Hull in attendance There they took part in a peace conference Struck by his modest style We were intrigued by the famous Roosevelt smile In fact everybody was glad To welcome Roosevelt to Trinidad We were privileged to see the democratic President of the great republic With his charm and his genial personality And his wonderful urbanity To stop war and atrocity And make the world safe for democracy The greatest event of the century In the interest of suffering humanity Port of Spain threw open her gates To the President of the United States In fact everybody was glad To welcome Roosevelt to Trinidad |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Moonlighting-Live At The Ash Grove (1998)
Parks
Paniolo cowboy in a field of sugar cane Once there was a forest where they hid there in the rain Cowboy bowboy cowboy Wanderin' Wahini under locks of raven hair Beads of inspiration Hopin' he would not forget just where Heyup cowboy! Up above the canopy in the highest branches of a tree He would take her longingly and say "One day you'll belong to me" I forgot to mention it was nineteen forty-one Zeros kept a-comin' like to blanket out the sun Cowboy cowboy So they lay suspended dreaming of some kind of god With their limbs akimbo and extended to the mind of God Cowboy And the night without regret says it's time to let your hair down low There they lay in silhouette he would say I'd stay yet have to go King Kamehameha met with Captain Cook uopn the shore Lookin' at all the cattle asked him "What the hell are these for?" Cowboy cowboy cowboy Gone now is the forest and the lovers of the trees Now there is a chorus playing golf who say in Japanese Kau-boi |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Moonlighting-Live At The Ash Grove (1998)
Parks
He is not your run of the mill garden variety Alabama country faire Left on Silver Lake he keeps a small apartment top an Oriental food store there He returned from Alabama to see what he could see. Off the record he is hungry though he works hard in his Alabama country fair I should think he'd fade away the way that Bohemians often bare the frigid air He returned from Alabama to see what he could see. Constant commentary by the wayside Nowadays them country boys don't cotton much to one two three four Rest your team. Work out in the All Golden You will know why hayseeds go back to the country. Constant calm might still our stately union Nowadays a Yankee dread not take his time to wend to sea Forget to bear your arms in the All Golden You will know why hayseeds go back to the country Might as well not 'low for one more go round That's all folks. Them hayseeds go back to the country Ja git it? Alright. |
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from Van Dyke Parks - Moonlighting-Live At The Ash Grove (1998)
Kibbee-Parks
Off the wall wallflower Now the dance has begun It's our shining hour 'til all our dancin' is done Mammy Whammy Jammy cookin' up on a stove For me and my Buttercup Things have been lookin' up in Hominy Grove. Sweet Hominy! You the wild wild flower that my garden has grown How I in your power And you a rake on you own! Hottentot Hot Toddy Cinnamon and a clove For lovin' our lovin' cup Things have been lookin' up In Hominy Grove. Sweet Hominy! Inst. - My whole heart's affection Would I lay at your feet Why one man's confection could be another man's sweet? Weave in my direction When the web has been woven Stick us together like Birds of a feather. Down in Hominy Grove. Sweet Hominy! |
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