1. |
Press to Play
03:30
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Press to Play
Home alone with my Rockola
Havana rum and coca-cola
A juke box full of songs for you
Each one makes me long for you
Babe, I’ve got some news for you
I’ve still got the blues for you
Press to play, WALK AWAY, RENEE
Press to play, LAY LADY LAY
Press to play, NO MILK TODAY
Press to play, NOT FADE AWAY
Home alone with my Rockola
Havana rum and coca-cola
A juke box full of songs for you
Each one makes me long for you
Babe, I’ve got some news for you
I’ve still got the blues for you
Press to play, THIS OLD HEART OF MINE
Press to play, I WALK THE LINE
Press to play, GOIN’ OUT OF MY HEAD
Press to play, I’LL CRY INSTEAD
And I’m howlin’ after midnight
‘cause I can’t fall asleep
I’m prowlin’ in the moonlight
I’ve been counting sheep
I’m howlin’ after midnight
‘cause I’m still wide awake
I’m prowlin’ in the moonlight
For you and old times’ sake
Home alone with my Rockola
Havana rum and coca-cola
A juke box full of songs for you
Each one makes me long for you
Babe, I’ve got some news for you
I’ve still got the blues for you
Press to play, AFTERNOON DELIGHT
Press to play, THIS FLIGHT TONIGHT
Press to play, HERE COMES THE NIGHT
Press to play, IT’S GONNA BE ALRIGHT
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2. |
Special About Her
04:06
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Special About Her
CHORUS What’s so special about her?
Well now where should I start
Should I set up a matrix
Or should I make a flow chart
What’s so special about her
Let me count up the ways
But you’ll have to be patient
This could take a few days
1. Well she loves my love handles
And she loves my laugh lines
If I wear socks with sandals
She just shrugs and says “fine”
She really turns my propeller
She laughs at all my tall tales
And on my days in the doldrums
She puts the wind in my sails
2. I’m a little bit retro
Sometimes I’m full of hot air
Like when I talk about Woodstock
As If I’d really been there
She just smiles so sweetly
And takes it all in her stride
I’m one lucky old cowboy
To have her at my side
CHORUS
3. I’m a little bit flaky
Mister pie-in-the-sky
All talk and no action
She just lets it go by
I know her old boyfriends
Were better looking than me
But for her I’ve got something
No other woman can see
4. And when I go to my man-cave
To work some more on my book
And wake up around lunchtime
She just gives me that look
I’m her loveable loser
Without silver or gold
But I’ve got my own diamond
To have and to hold
CHORUS
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BALLAD OF THE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS
I want the world to know this much
Her sleeves were green alright
Green as the fields of England
In summer’s early light
Her limbs were pale and slender
Her kisses warm and tender
For hours did we linger in
The garden of delight
I want the world to know this much
Her sleeves were green for sure
The shade of jade from China
All part of her allure
Her voice was sweet as birdsong
She filled the air with word-song
Our spirits felt that fever
For which there is no cure
All through the dimming of the day
And deep into the night
I wooed her with my repertoire
Of love songs dark and bright
And she returned the favour
With poems she would recite
Enraptured did I listen
To her sonnets dark and bright
I want the world to know this much
Her sleeves were green, it’s true
The emerald hills of Ireland
in picture-postcard hue
A love that never ended
Two broken hearts unmended
House of Capulet opposed
To House of Montague.
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4. |
The Mystery Girls
04:15
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THE MYSTERY GIRLS
Every night
Yellow moon at my window
A gentle sound
The sandman visits my pillow
Before too long
I hear beckoning whispers
“Come this way!
Meet the Mystery Sisters”
A cauldron simmers
A pale light shimmers
They form a ring
They dance and sing
The beautiful sisters of mystery
Have really got a hold on me
Every night
I drift off on the moonbeams
In the land of Nod
I find a place full of strange dreams
Before too long
Shapes appear in the forest
Voices chant
A weird and wondrous chorus
BRIDGE
I've been dumped and ditched before
But not bewitched like this before
I want to try out something new
Drink strange brew
With the Mystery Girls
My Mystery Girls
A cauldron simmers
A pale light shimmers
They form a ring
They dance and sing
The beautiful sisters of mystery
They’ve really got a hold on me
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5. |
They're In Love
03:45
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THEY’RE IN LOVE
You can tell by the way he looks at her
That he’s in love
He’s in love
You can tell by the way she calls his name
That she’s in love
She’s in love
Everybody knows because it shows
That they’re in love
Everybody knows that’s the way it goes
When you’re in love
You can tell by the way he holds her hand
That he’s in love
He’s in love
You can tell by the way she smiles at him
That she’s in love
She’s in love
Everybody knows
Because it shows that they’re in love
Everybody knows that the way it goes
When you’re in love
BRIDGE
I can’t help but stop and stare
At the way they seem to walk on air
I just stop, I just stop and stare
You can say from today two hearts unite
For they’re in love
They’re in love
As they go on their way our hearts delight
For they’re in love
They’re in love
Everybody knows
Because it shows that they’re in love
Everybody knows that the way it goes
When you’re in love
Everybody knows
Because it shows that they’re in love
Everybody knows that the way it goes
When you’re in love
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6. |
Wheatfield Soul
03:30
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Wheatfield Soul
1. Hair the colour of a prairie sunset
eyes of prairie sky blue
Voice as warm as the western wind
and a heart so strong and true
When I crossed over the borderline
with all that money I stole
she crossed into this heart of mine
with a touch of wheatfield soul
CHORUS Wheatfield Soul
Acres and acres of wheatfield soul
Wheatfield Soul
Acres and acres of wheatfield soul
2. Smile as wide as a prairie rainbow
A kiss like morning dew
Touch as soft as a springtime flower
meant my outlaw days were through
When I left town on that summer night
in that pick-up truck I stole
She appeared in the pale moonlight
with a touch of wheatfield soul
CHORUS Wheatfield Soul
Acres and acres of wheatfield soul
Wheatfield Soul
Acres and acres of wheatfield soul
3. She glows brighter than a prairie sunrise
when May turns into June
Love so fine under western skies
and the spell of the harvest moon
Well I sure regret my wicked ways
I deserve a ball and chain
But I feel pure when I see her sway
like a field of golden grain
CHORUS Wheatfield Soul
Acres and acres of wheatfield soul
Wheatfield Soul
Acres and acres of wheatfield soul
CHORUS Wheatfield Soul
Acres and acres of wheatfield soul
Wheatfield Soul
Acres and acres of wheatfield soul
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Wouldn’t Be the First Time
1. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve ever felt like this
This wouldn’t be the first time a sweet and tender kiss
has sent me up to heaven for just a little while
set my mind to dreaming of walking down the aisle
CHORUS If I take a moment to stop and reminisce
It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve ever felt like this
2. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve known love’s delight
This wouldn’t be the first time my heart has taken flight
and let me see the world through love’s kaleidoscope
and filled my world with magic, mystery and hope
CHORUS If I take a moment to stop and reminisce
It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve ever felt like this
BRIDGE Because there’s something else about you that makes me realise
that all the loves of yesterday were stardust in disguise
You’re love is my true melody A sweet enchanting air
meant for no one else but me the answer to my prayer
3. This wouldn’t be the first time the flames have burned so bright
No this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve known love’s delight
But this could be the last time for my heart says you’re the one
I’m gonna spend my days with until my days are done
CHORUS If I take a moment to stop and reminisce
It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve ever felt like this x 2
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8. |
Summertime Crush
03:50
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Summertime Crush
The busker played A Kind Of A Hush
She looked at me, I started to blush
What a sensation, oh what a rush
Head over heels, Summertime crush
CHORUS Summertime crush, a trip to the moon
Summertime crush, my heart’s in a swoon
I feel like a gambler with a royal flush
There’s nothing quite like a Summertime crush
Spinning around on the carousel
Ice cream at the seaside
Searching the shore for beautiful shells
Flying our kites at low tide
Playing for prizes at the arcade
Cheek to cheek on the pier
Stealing a kiss on the promenade
Words of sweet love in my ear
CHORUS Summertime crush, a trip to the moon
Summertime crush, my heart’s in a swoon
I feel like a gambler with a royal flush
There’s nothing quite like a Summertime crush
Tossing a frisbee easy and slow
Barefoot on the warm sand
Watching the sailboats bob to and fro
Walking along hand in hand
Playing for prizes at the arcade
Cheek to cheek on the pier
Stealing a kiss on the promenade
Words of sweet love in my ear
CHORUS Summertime crush, a trip to the moon
Summertime crush, my heart’s in a swoon
I feel like a gambler with a royal flush
There’s nothing quite like a Summertime crush
Ba ba ba ba
CHORUS Summertime crush, a trip to the moon
Summertime crush, my heart’s in a swoon
I feel like a gambler with a royal flush
There’s nothing quite like a Summertime crush
There’s nothing quite like a Summertime crush
There’s nothing quite like a Summertime crush
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9. |
Snow White Blues
04:00
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Snow White Blues
I got your Christmas card this morning
I gave it pride of place
Every time I look at it
I see your face
It sets my mind to wandering
down memory lane to you
Suddenly I’m pondering
if we could start anew
Snow White blues
Snow White blues
Your Christmas card
brought back those Snow White blues
Here I am remembering
Here I am Decembering
as I watch the snow falling
from the sky above
I can’t help remembering
I can’t help Decembering
I can hear a voice calling
Are you there, my love?
If I close my eyes, it’s so easy to believe
That I could be with you again on Christmas Eve
Snow White blues
Snow White blues
Your Christmas card
brought back those Snow White blues
Here I go again
I feel that lovely glow again
There’s Cupid with his bow again
on Christmas Eve
So nice to reminisce again
maybe we might kiss again
and feel that tender bliss again
on Christmas Eve
Snow White blues
Snow White blues
Your Christmas card
brought back those Snow White blues
They say that it’s impossible
to turn back time
But I believe in miracles
when church bells chime
If I close my eyes it’s so easy to believe
that I could be with you again on Christmas Eve
Snow White blues
Snow White blues
Your Christmas card
brought back those Snow White blues
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10. |
The Paris Review
04:00
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Paris Review
We sipped sparking Veuve-Cliquot
On that brisk October day
Soaking up the ambience
in Amelie’s cafe
You wore your turquoise foulard
I wore my black beret
Two restless roving ramblers
From a country far away
Oh the leaves were falling gently
On the graves in Père Lachaise
On our journey through the tombstones
We hummed La Marseillaise
Surrounded by the spirit
Of every tragic name
Whose stories so eternal set
the scene for passion’s flame.
CHORUS
WELL HERE’S ANOTHER LOVE SONG
SET IN PARIS
OF A COUPLE WHO RESEMBLE ME AND YOU
YOUR MEMORIES MIGHT DIFFER
ON THE DETAILS
BUT I DECLARE THE STORY TO BE TRUE
WOULDN’T IT BE WONDERFUL
TO SEE IT ONE DAY,
IN PRINT IN THE PARIS REVIEW
And Esmerelda danced for us
Across Ile St. Louis
And I kissed you for the first time
As the bells tolled solemnly
An old man with a violin
Played “As Time Goes By”
And we danced like Fred and Ginger
Beneath a Monet sky
And in the Abbey Book Shop
I found a poem to share
Of ill-fated wartime lovers
And their bittersweet affair
A girl whose laugh was music
Whose eyes lit up the room
A boy who marched for glory
Recalling her perfume
CHORUS
We surrendered to the city
her subtleties and charms
And spent the nights together
Enfolded in her arms
We defied the world around us
All its wickedness and strife
As we hailed the flag of romance
And flew the flag of life
WOULDN’T IT BE WONDERFUL
TO SEE IT ONE DAY,
IN PRINT IN THE PARIS REVIEW
YES AND WOULDN’T IT BE WONDERFUL
TO SEE IT ONE DAY,
IN PRINT IN THE PARIS REVIEW
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11. |
Been There, Done That
03:54
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Been There, Done That
Verse 1 I’ve been bungy jumping in my birthday suit
Leapt from a plane with no parachute
Ran with the bulls just like Hemingway
Danced with devil and I had hell to pay
CHORUS Been there done that
Been there done that
Bought the T-shirt and the goofy hat
Verse 2 Climbed the Matterhorn in my underwear
Swam Niagara Falls on a drunken dare
Stuck my head into the lion’s jaw
cleared the Grand Canyon on my Yamaha
CHORUS Been there, done that
Been there, done that
Bought the T-shirt and the stupid hat
BRIDGE But I found a new way to get my kicks
I fell for you like a ton of bricks
You showed me your bag of tricks
You put your spell on me
You put your spell on me
You really heat me up inside
you bring me to the boil
Now I know how Popeye feels
When he’s with Olive Oyl
You put your spell on me
You put your spell on me
You put your spell on me
You put your spell on me
Verse 3 Fought crocodiles like old Tarzan
walked on coals like a real he-man
Had more thrills than Indiana Jones
A few black eyes and a couple of broken bones
CHORUS Been there done that
Been there, done that
Bought the T-shirt and the dopey hat
OUTRO But then you put your spell on me
You put your spell on me
You put your spell on me
You put your spell on me
But then you put your spell on me
You put your spell on me
You put your spell on me
You put your spell on me
Repeat and fade
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12. |
The Unsent Letter
05:12
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THE UNSENT LETTER
I’m on an aimless journey, stopping here and there
In places unfamiliar that could be anywhere.
A dog-eared book of poetry that cost me seven crowns
Occupies my thoughts between the cities and the towns.
A letter never sent I find within its musty covers
A glimpse into the bygone lives of separated lovers
“Dear Valerie, I write tonight from deep in no-man’s land
We’re waiting for a signal from the generals in command
The cities lie in ruins, the air is thick with smoke
Shattered is the beauty of which our poet spoke
His words provide some comfort to my receptive ear
Despite the grieving landscape where only ghosts appear
By the time this reaches you I should be homeward bound
I pray the fates will play their part and keep me safe and sound”
This dog-eared book of poetry that cost me seven crowns
At a market stall on Sunday in a sleepy border town
Has brought me here to stand before a shrine to victory
Where I repeat those long-lost words to darling Valerie
Oh If I had the poet’s touch, a sonnet I would write
To win again the heart I’ve lost and let new love take flight
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13. |
Better Things to Do
03:23
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BETTER THINGS TO DO
CHORUS She’s got better things to do
Than to fool around with you
You should know you’re not her type
You’re a little overdone, you’re a little overripe
VS 1. You keep calling her on the telephone
You keep telling her that you’re home alone
You wish she would come by for a drink
But no she’s not as stupid as you think
CHORUS
VS 2. You keep telling her that you can’t sleep at night
You see her face when you turn out the light
You wish that she would come by for a drink
But no she’s not as stupid as you think
BRIDGE Better things to do, better things to do
Better things to do, she’s got better things to do
CHORUS
VS 3. You keep buying her roses and champagne
You keep sending her money and cocaine
You wish that she would come by for a drink
But no she’s not as stupid as you think
CHORUS VARIATION She might watch game shows on TV
The Price is Right on Channel Three
Or she could do her income tax
Or scrub her bath tub with new Ajax
Or write her cousin Sue a letter
And thank her for that Argyle sweater
It kept her warm all winter long
You could never do that so it’s time to move along
REPEAT BRIDGE Better things to do, better things to do
Better things to do, she’s got better things to do
Better things to do, better things to do
Better things to do, she’s got better things to do
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14. |
The Dungeon of Love
06:08
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THE DUNGEON OF LOVE
The widow Queen did favour me
With wine and meat and bread
She said that if I pleased her well
One day we might be wed
She shared the secrets in her heart
And her table and her bed
For a twelve-month and a day
Such a splendid life I led
Until one day arrived in court
From a distant foreign land
With tales of bold adventure
From Seville and Samarkand
A knight upon a steed of white
Whose mission was my lady’s hand
His gifts of silk and rubies
Her heart could not withstand
She quickly turned against me
And ordered me to leave
I uttered my endearments
I tugged her velvet sleeve
On my knees I pleaded
Beseeched her for reprieve
With a sneer upon her lips
She caused my heart to grieve
SINCE THAT DAY I LANGUISH HERE
IN THIS DUNGEON OF DESPAIR
MY HEART IS FILLED WITH ANGUISH HERE
I WRING MY HANDS, I TEAR MY HAIR
BEYOND ALL MEASURE IS MY PAIN
AS TO MY HEART I PRESS HER GLOVE
THIS PERFUMED KEEPSAKE I RETAIN
IN MEMORY OF OUR RUINED LOVE
OH BLIND HANGMAN, HEAR MY PLEA
RELEASE ME FROM THIS MISERY
SURELY EVEN YOU CAN SEE
THERE’S NOTHING LEFT IN LIFE FOR ME
LET THEM KNOW THIS WAS MY CHOICE
AND LET THEIR TWO-BACKED BEAST REJOICE
JUST LEAD ME TO YOUR GALLOWS POLE
MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL
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15. |
Florentina and Paloma
03:43
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Florentina and Paloma
In water off Tofino orcas breach
Cappucino, a flaky French croissant
The swooping gulls release their plaintive screech
Pacific skies. Now what more could you want?
Two women walk along the windswept beach
An image: Santorini restaurant
Florentina played the concertina
As Paloma sang of tolerance and peace
On that tranquil night
The stars were shining bright
And in your heart of darkness there was light.
You were a broken spirit passing through
The victim of a lover’s web of lies
Such sweetness from those lips of honeydew
Such wisdom in those words and sparkling eyes
You found yourself among the lucky few
To sing with her beneath Aegean skies
Florentina played the concertina
As Paloma sang of tolerance and peace
On that tranquil night
The stars were shining bright
And in your heart of darkness there was light.
An eagle now emerges from the trees
Paloma’s name evokes the gentle dove
In silence now it circles on the breeze
How long before it swoops down from above?
To carry off its limp and lifeless prey
As you meander down the path of love
Florentina played the concertina
As Paloma sang of tolerance and peace
On that tranquil night
The stars were shining bright
And in your heart of darkness there was light.
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16. |
Cheyenne to Memphis
03:36
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CHEYENNE TO MEMPHIS
Looking at that big old moon
Jogs my memory
I wonder if you’re looking too
Wherever you may be
I’m on my way to Graceland now
In Memphis, Tennessee
While looking at that big old moon
That shone for you and me
The king died one sad August day
Oh how we cried that night
And although time goes rolling by
His star keeps burning bright
I’ve got my blue suede shoes right here
And dime-store good luck charm
And your name’s still tattooed on
my bowling alley arm
Cheyenne to Memphis
Get word to Elvis
Cheyenne to Memphis
Get word to Elvis
This mix tape that I made for you
Right after we first met
Reminds me of our happy times
Too precious to forget
We danced to every Elvis song
The fast ones and the slow
And made out when his movies played
At the long-gone drive-in show
I reached Joplin late last night
And stopped in for a spell
I checked in to Room 42
at Heartbreak Hotel
I sat up watching Jailhouse Rock
On pay-per-view TV
But that didn’t help me understand
Why you walked out on me
Cheyenne to Memphis
Get word to Elvis
Cheyenne to Memphis
Get word to Elvis
Now I’m so lonesome here tonight
And I know you don’t care
I’m in this room all by myself
Just playing solitaire
And every time a queen turns up
My heart fills with despair
And every time a king turns up
I hear the Jordanaires
If I could only turn back time
I’d change your point of view
And you’d be loving me tonight
Instead of you-know-who
I never thought I’d see the day
That you would up and leave
I still wear my broken heart
So proudly on my sleeve
Cheyenne to Memphis
Get word to Elvis
Cheyenne to Memphis
Get word to Elvis
And when I get to Memphis dear
Here’s what I plan to do
Find a band and play this song
I wrote today for you
To say how much I miss you
Ever since you went astray
And I will go on loving you
Until my dyin’ day
Cheyenne to Memphis
Get word to Elvis
Cheyenne to Memphis
Get word to Elvis
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17. |
Fine and Dandy
03:39
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FINE AND DANDY
Emerald eyes and hair so curly
She stays up late and rises early
That’s the scoop on my girl Shirley
It’s just something words cannot convey
My love for her grows deeper day by day
She has turned my heart to jelly
Now I know just why Gene Kelly
Sang and danced with his umbrelly
It’s just something words cannot explain
But here I am dancing in the rain
CHORUS Milk and honey, silk and
money
Every day is fine and dandy
The final word on our love story
Everything is hunky-dory
Fine and dandy, hunky-dory, yeah
BRIDGE
Hands clappin’, toes tappin’
Even got my fingers snappin’
I can pass for Mister Fred Astaire
Watch me now, I can dance on air
And it’s all her fault
My heart keeps doin’ a somersault
She’s my rhumba samba rose
Thanks to her I’m Mister Twinkletoes
Days were dull, nights were duller
Now they play in technicolour
I can’t help but whoop and holler
It’s just something words cannot express
Now I’ve found the key to happiness
CHORUS Milk and honey, silk and
money
Everything is fine and dandy
The final word on our love story
Everything is hunky-dory
Fine and dandy, hunky-dory, yeah
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THE FALSE DAWN OF BELGIAN EXILE
1. Scholars make reference to René Magritte
Along with beer and les moules et frites
And the old bistro A LA MORT SUBITE
Antwerp and Ghent too play their part
For the Cold War spy with a wounded heart
And a passion for Flemish and surrealist art
Critics, like me, have scholarly views
On whether the author was kissed by the muse
To create such a work of pathos and style.
Mentioned at parties, it still draws a smile
The false dawn of Belgian exile
2. And we ponder at length the coquettish ways
Of the woman to blame for the hero’s malaise
Who toyed with his heart as she lapped up his praise.
No wonder their hearts were never united
His love was in vain, doomed, unrequited
An existence so futile, wretched and blighted
Critics, like me, have scholarly views
On whether the author was kissed by the muse
To create such a work of pathos and style.
Mentioned at parties, it still draws a smile
The false dawn of Belgian exile
Bridge
Monique was the name of the femme fatale
Mystique and guile à la Lauren Bacall
She spoke Dutch with a French accent
On the train between Antwerp and Ghent
3. He wrote little of merit in the following years
Abandoned by readers, dismissed by his peers
The novels and poetry fell on deaf ears
I saw him one day while crossing the square
As the snowflakes of winter swirled in the air
He danced with a woman with flames in her hair
Critics, like me, have scholarly views
On whether the author was kissed by the muse
To create such a work of pathos and style.
Mentioned at parties, it still draws a smile
The false dawn of Belgian exile
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19. |
Should I Tell Her?
03:28
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SHOULD I TELL HER?
Should I tell her?
Should I tell her what I know about him?
Should I tell her
Should I tell her what I know about him?
She doesn’t deserve to be treated that way
She doesn’t deserve to be cheated that way
Should I tell her
Should I tell her what I know about him?
Where I think of him my blood runs cold
He turns his back on a heart of gold
He just throws her love away
He just throws her love away
What would she do if she only knew?
Of the lies, the lies,
Should I put her wise?
When I think of her my blood runs hot
I’d give my heart and all I’ve got
If she’d throw her love my way
If she’d throw her love my way
What would she do if she only knew?
Of the lies, the lies,
Should I put her wise?
When I think of how he’s wrong for her
When I think of how I long for her
I’ve just got find a way
I’ve just got to find a way
What would she do if she only knew
Of the lies, the lies,
Should I put her wise?
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20. |
Lucky in Kentucky
04:04
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LUCKY IN KENTUCKY
1. I was feeling pretty low when I left Idaho
People there called me poor white trash
More misery in Missouri
Had to leave there in a hurry
When I stole that midnight mama’s secret stash
2. I was a sad and sorry boy
When I passed through Illinois
I know I almost ended up in jail
Had a close brush with the law
In the hills of Arkansas
So I caught a freight and rode out on the rail
Bridge And I didn’t get no kisses
From them Mississippi misses
They said goodbye and left me high and dry¨
They said goodbye and left me high and dry
There was nobody waiting for me
When I crossed over into Tennessee
So I headed north to where the grass is blue
That’s where I ran smack dab into you
Chorus I got lucky in Kentucky
I mean hit-the-jackpot lucky
Now I tell you what I’m gonna do
I got lucky in Kentucky
I mean hit-the-jackpot lucky
I’m gonna spend my whole life here with you
In Kentucky where all my dreams came true
When I got to Delaware
I was hungry as a bear
No fish there would nibble on my line
By the time I hit Ohio
I was batting almost zero
In my pocket just a dollar forty-nine
Repeat Bridge & Double Chorus + Tag
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21. |
She's In the Groove
04:17
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SHE’S IN THE GROOVE
1. You can talk about your poetry in motion
You can talk about drinking some weird love potion
You can talk about your lifetime of devotion
Let me tell you, friend, what’s shakin’ my tree
There’s a girl who I’m hopin’ will fall for me
CHORUS She’s in the groove, just watch her move
There’s not a thing about her I would want to improve
She’s got the mind, she’s got the looks
She can quote at length from serious books
2. You can talk about beauty in the magazines
You can talk about a cutie from New Orleans
You can talk about your Venus in red blue jeans
Let me tell you, friend, what’s shakin’ my tree
There’s a girl who I’m hopin’ will fall for me
CHORUS
BRIDGE We’re going out tonight on our very first date
There’s a pretty good chance I might come home late
I can’t wait to see what fate has in store for us
Gotta run, my friend, I sure don’t wanna miss the bus
REPEAT VERSE 1
DOUBLE CHORUS
FADE
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22. |
The List
05:42
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THE LIST
A woman from my distant past died earlier this year
In the presence of her family and others she held dear
A letter from her husband informed me she was dead
“She wanted you to have this list,” was all the letter said.
We were lovers in that place where lies and secrets dwell
In the days of coded messages before the towers fell.
She was New York to the core, a fact she liked to stress.
As for my native country, she couldn’t have cared less
I wander through Tribeca now, less sprightly than before
Sometimes I think I see her face outside a certain door
Where I gaze up at a window on the twenty-second floor
And imagine her undressing as she lured me back once more.
She called me Blazes Boylan, I called her Molly Bloom
She left this list of memories from our abandoned room:
She haunts me from beyond the grave, one last Broadway encore
One final bow, a farewell wave: “all’s fair in love and war”.
Making love, faking love
Finding and forsaking love
Building up and breaking love
Enjoying and destroying love
Mournful love, scornful love
Resentful love, repentful love
Capricious love, suspicious love
Delicious love, malicious love
Permissive love, submissive love
Illicit love, complicit love,
Conceitful love, deceitful love
Jaded love, faded love …
Fade away, not fade away
Fade away, not fade away
Fade away, not fade away (Repeat and fade … )
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23. |
Together
03:53
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TOGETHER
No one here would call us glamorous
But they sincerely call us amorous
A natural pair: table, chair,
We go together like fair and square
The way you walk makes me delirious
It’s time to talk, let’s get serious
A real dream team, sugar and cream
We go together like a field and stream
We go, we go, we go together
We go, we go, we go together
Shooby dooby, to be together
Shooby dooby, to be together
Shooby dooby, to be together
That look of love turns me to butter now
You make my old heart start to flutter now
There’s more to this than circumstance
We go together like song and dance
Your sweet voice knocks me for a loop
My world spins ‘round like a dime-store hula-hoop
The perfect match: itch and scratch
We go together like pitch and catch
We go, we go, we go together (3x)
Shooby dooby, to be together
Shooby dooby, to be together now
Shooby dooby, to be together now
When you hold me in a warm embrace
you launch my heart into outer space
Wine and cheese, birds and bees
We go together like piano keys
It feels divine when stars align
I want to hold your hand in mine
Side by side, poached or fried
We go together like groom and bride
We go, we go, we go together (3x)
Shooby dooby, to be together
Shooby dooby, to be together
Shooby dooby, to be together
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24. |
In Vino Veritas
03:14
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IN VINO VERITAS
As the Romans said: “in vino veritas”
So go ahead and pour another glass
I’ll tell you all about what’s on my mind
Because I had this real wild vision
And it calls for a decision
I’d like to know if you are so inclined
So take some time to think it through
In a day or two I’ll get back to you
Cause maybe you’re gonna have a coupla
questions
We’ll sit and have a glass of wine
And play old records by John Prine
And work out what you think of my suggestion
Let me be your homing pigeon
And I’ll make you my new religion
All you have to do is say the word
And I’ll hop and bop like one excited bird
I’ll be right here when Sunday comes
If you provide some tasty crumbs
I’ll stay close by, be at your beck and call
I’ll leave my number right here on your wall
I’ll just sit her on my perch
Until you say it’s time for church
That sounds darn near righteous to me
In fact, I’m sure that it was meant to be
And when those church bells start a-tollin’
We’ll make time for holy rollin’
There’s nothin’ more that I would rather do
than build a nest and make a home for two
And if you share my view of things
I’ll hop and skip and flap my wings
That pretty much sums up the way I feel
I’m hopin’ soon that we can seal the deal.
Let me be your homing pigeon
And I’ll make you my new religion
All you have to do is say the word
And I’ll hop and bop like one excited bird
As the Romans said: “in vino veritas”
So go ahead and pour another glass
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25. |
Afterglow
03:54
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The Eventually Brothers Vancouver, British Columbia
The Eventually Brothers are songwriters Alan Millen (Zurich) and Tim Readman (Vancouver). Their eclectic approach to songwriting is rooted in an affinity for all forms of popular and contemporary music. They can go from a simple folk roots song to a big ballad with orchestral arrangement. Avoiding predictability is a hallmark of their work. This new album is a 25 song epic journey of the heart. ... more
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