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The Songs
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Now don’t be afraid
Of the man on the moon.
He’s only stuck on your TV
On your TV
On your TV
He might be large, but that doesn’t count,
He’s got the cargo going with him
Going with him.
But we’re calling to him
(Break)
Now what good is this information?
We all know what happened.
What good is the information?
We only lost the captain
Now it’s gonna be soon,
Six feet in the moon
Too bad his Panasonic
Went out of tune.
Went out of tune, the man on the moon,
Went out of tune.
Now what did you say
The Man on the moon
Now what did you say
The man on the moon
Now what did you say
The man on the moon,
We’d better take him away.
(Break)
What good is this information?
We all know what happened
What food is this information?
We only lost the captain.
Now what did you say
The man on the moon
Now what did you say
The man on the moon
Now what did you say
The man on the moon
We better take him away.
Written by Kenn Kweder
at Bob’s Grill in southwest Philly
about how frustrating it would be
to actually get stuck on the Moon in
such an uncomfortable outfit
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There’s a couple of clothes
On the floor in a bank
In New Mexico
And they’re just part of a dream
That I thought that you knew.
But I’ll never know
Why the air is so clean
The children get to grow up
Running strong.
Or why I gave myself to you.
But my timing, it must have been wrong,
You shouldn’t go out of your way for me
You should have never come here.
You said it was something
In your voice,
You covered my ears
’Cause all we’d ever get.
Would be disrespect
A decent rent.
Like the taxi drivers,
They just drive around
They don’t care who or where
Or in which town.
Well, is the feeling inside
The one
That should really count?
Or is it that we’re both so lost
That we’ll never be found.
But what’s the use of a feeling
That only comes when you go?
You gave yourself to me last night
But this morning
It showed on through.
So yeah, there’s a couple of clothes
On a floor in a bank
In New Mexico,
And they’re just part of a dream
I thought that you knew
But I’ll never know
Why the air is so clean
The children get to grow up
Running Strong.
Or why I gave myself to you
But my timing, it must have been wrong
That they say that it’s
Finders, keepers, losers weepers-
All good lovers get to be
Good sleepers.
Susie said so
So Susie said.
I Spun around so much
I lost my breath.
But all that happened
Back in ’73,
I was just a young kid
And you laughed at me.
But you were the one
You swore you’d never forget.
But the clothes that you threw down
On the floor
Ain’t been picked up yet.
Written by Kenn Kweder
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I never really knew
Which side you were on
You always pulled away from me
When things went wrong
Now tell me, honey
Was I takin’ too long
Well my heart’s bloodshot
’Cause it’s bleeding inside
From the beating I too
From you outside
Now tell me quickly
Do I really belong?
Chorus: Turn your back
And you'll recover
From the heart attack
You gave your lover,
Just remember that
It all comes back on you
Now the door’s unlocked
But the key’s inside
With the message that you wrote last night.
Now tell me, honey
What good do you think it will do?
Well, I couldn’t understand
The words you used
About the friends that I had,
The ones you accused.
I don’t believe you now
You used to be so true.
Chorus: Turn your back
And you’ll recover
From the heart attack
You gave your lover.
Just remember that
It all comes back on you.
(Break)
Ponder, ponder, ponder now
Exactly what you're gonna do.
Make up your mind
Or else get out.
Time is running out on you.
Chorus: Turn your back
And you’ll recover
From the heart attack
You gave your lover.
Just remember that
It all comes back on you.
Written by Kenn Kweder
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All my life
I never really did anything
I was the type of guy
Who always let his telephone ring.
Yes sir, opportunity knocked
But I never let her in.
Oh, no, no, that’s a job
For Mommy and Daddy
That's a job for Mommy and Daddy Right now.
Well when somebody needs a hand,
I say oh please don’t touch.
’Cause I’m not around for charity
And I’m not around that much
Oh, no, no, that’s a job for Mommy and Daddy
That’s a job for Mommy and Daddy
That’s a job for Mommy and Daddy Right now.
Well it’s nice to go to college
It’s nice to go to school.
It'’ nice to be a very nice person
And to follow all the rules.
Oh, no, no, that’s a job for Mommy and Daddy
That’s a job for Mommy and Daddy
That’s a job for Mommy and Daddy
Here they come!
That’s a job for Mommy and Daddy
That’s a job for Mommy and Daddy
That’s a job for Mommy and Daddy
Right now.
You only go to school to lose it:
That’s a job for Mommy and Daddy
That’s a job for Mommy and Daddy
That’s a job for Mommy and Daddy
You’re never gonna use it:
That’s a job for Mommy and Daddy
That’s a job for Mommy and Daddy
Now that’s a job for Jackie Onassis
Now she’s gotta take the trash out.
Written by Kenn Kweder
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Ever since I saw you,
There was something way down
Up around your feet.
Not to mention
Your courteous speech.
Every word you spoke,
It was spoken with ease
Into the air
Through your hair
You were always in key
.
Chorus.. So I’m turning myself into two-
Yeah, turning myself into you.
If I had the chance,
I’d come running around,
Pick you up in a car
That’s bigger than life
But not as big as my heart.
But you’re among the missing
And it makes it real hard
To live it alone,
I’ve got to play out your part.
Chorus: So I’m turnin’ myself into two-
Yes, I’m turnin’ myself into you.
There really wasn’t that much
More left to do.
So I’m turnin’ myself into two.
Well, in any event
If something might happen,
You can call me up
And I’ll rescue the captain
.
I’m not that hard to find
And you know where I’ll be:
Singin' a song,
Playin’ a game
They call make-believe.
Chorus: Yes, I’m turnin’ myself into two-
Turning myself into you.
There really wasn’t that much
More left to do.
So I'm turnin’ myself into two.
Written by Kenn Kweder and David Kalish
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I got mixed up
Mixed up
Mixed up
With all the other babies
All the other babies
All the other babies
In the same hospital..
I was a lonely
Lonely
Lonely
Lonely little child
Caught up in the courtesy
Of my childhood.
But then I met you
I met you
I met you
I met you at the meeting
I met you at the meeting
And I thought that you
Were at the meeting
For the same reason
That I was at the meeting too.
But then I lost you.
I lost you
I lost you,
Lost you at the meeting
And it left me feeling totally
Black and blue.
I said doctor,
Doctor
Doctor
What can I take?
What can I take?
He said hey, Kenn
Why not take some heroin?
And I said heroin!
Heroin
Heroin
It is the only way
It is the only way to get back
To you.
But the children. disagree
They go uh-uh, unh
Uh-uh, unh
Uh-uh, unh
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Written by Kenn Kweder
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Can’'t you see
Can’t you see
Can’t you see,
He’s at it again.
Can’t you see
Can’t you see
Can’t you see,
He’s at it again.
In the middle of work, he gave up his job
He went straight down the hall
Through the wall
And into his car.
Well he had enough, he thought to himself
He stood up, turned around
And then he came out.
Well, don’t you know.
Can’t you see
Can’t you see
Can’t you see,
He’s at it again.
Can't you see
Can’t you see
Can’t you see,
He’s at it again.
A Michigan cop, a turnpike on wheels
With his head in his hat
And a face on the back of his heels,
So he used to walk around
Like this, you know ...
Well he had enough
He knew now that he thought to himself,
Took a deep breath, stood up
And finally came out.
Can’t you see
Can’t you see
Can’t you see,
He’s at it again.
Can’'t you see
Can’t you see
Can’t you see,
He’s at it again.
There’s nowhere to run now
There’s nowhere to run now
There’s nowhere to run now,
He’s running out the back door.
There’s nowhere to run now
There’s nowhere to run now
There’s nowhere to run now,
He’s running out the back door.
Can’t you see
Can’t you see
Can’t you see,
He’s at it again.
Can’t you see
Can’t you see
Can’t you see,
He’s at it again.
Written by Kenn Kweder
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I was feelin’ hot
Towards Chicago.
But the wind kept pressing a ball
Out of line.
I got disabled
By Diablo
Ever since he changed
San Francisco’s line.
Chorus: I'm takin’ a trip
To Jerusalem
Checkin’ the tickets
From here to LA
Spitting up blood
In the men’s room
And betting on a different team
Every day. .
I’m keepin’ my eye out
For something to eat
Kicking back and forth
Within the rhythm known as defeat
I’m not the type of guy
You're supposed to blame-
After all, it was not my fault
That they told him your name.
Chorus: We’re searchin’ the hills
Of San Diego
Checkin’ the tickets
From here to L.A.
Goes by the name of Sammy Diablo
Betting on a different team
Just about every day.
(Break)
Downstairs there’s a wheel
And it’s spinning a ballerina girl
With blood on her hands.
You've got to believe
What the losers’re saying
To give him another chance
Give him another chance
Give him another chance.
Chorus: We’re searchin’ the hills
Of San Diego
Checkin’ the tickets
From here to L.A.
Goes by the name of Sammy Diablo
Betting on a different team
Just about every day.
(Half Break)
Well, I heard he’s coming back
From where he came from, oh my goodness!
Comin’ back
Comin’ back
Comin’ back
Comin’ back
Comin’ back
Comin’ back
Comin’ back
Comin’ back
Comin’ back
Comin’ back
Comin’ back
Written by Kenn Kweder
"I wrote this tale about a best friend in the worst of circumstances on
wooden table full of empty bottles stolen from a bookie."
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I was up on a Wednesday night
Just diggin’ into one of your fights
And sipping a subterranean beer.
When I glanced up from the page
In a glass I spied a face
I swear I thought I saw you here.
Chorus: Oh, Jack Kerouac
When are you coming back
To soothe these road-aching
Pains of mine?
Well, I've read all your books,
I've even got your looks
So whatever you do,
Please don't take your time
.
Oh, the road, it was rugged
But I know that you dug it,
Every time you swug your swigs of beer.
But I don't know if it’s true
If it's me or if it's you,
Every time I peek into my mirror.
Chorus: Oh, Jack Kerouac
When are you coming back
To soothe these road-aching
Pains of mine?
Well, I've read all your books,
God blessed me with your looks
So whatever you do,
Please don’t take your time.
Written by Kenn Kweder
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Daylight was wearing thin
Just around the bend,
And a ragamuffin suitcase was in my hand.
Tape and names and pictures were on its sides.
Remnants of so many great train rides
Oh, the tempting devils of the roads were near,
and they lured me to a pass just away from here.
Well, I hope old Julianna understands
That I was cursed with the soul of a traveling man.
(Break)
Well I hope she won’t ask
The question why,
And I hope she won’t search
The question how.
Won’'t do a man any good,
A man who’s got his doubts.
Well, I was once
A hobo miner’s son
And I sang in clubs for dimes and the streets for fun.
But when I turned around, I kissed the road
To hitch and to crawl and to go nights without any food.
Now, it don’t seem more than but a year ago
When she spied me losing ground to the lethal cold,
Well, I was just a shadow, barely fed,
When she saved me from myself and from the dead
(Break)
Well I hope she won’t ask
The question why,
And I hope she won’t search
The question how.
Won't do a man any good,
Of a breed that’s dying out.
From the time I lit my ears
To the words she said
To the time I found myself upon her bed
I knew that fare thee well was on its way
No matter what our minds or hearts could say.
’Cause this feeling, it’s just that strong
It makes some things seem so right
That I know that they’re wrong.
So I guess there’s nothing left for me to say
’Cept that me and tomorrow are on our way
Written by Kenn Kweder
"I tried to fantasize about the real Neal Cassady and did my best to give that
fantasy a whole lot of atmosphere ... my favorite song I ever wrote."
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The way that he laughed
Made you want to toss his coins
Flip his coins
Hold his coins
The way that he threw
His life at you
Made you want to join
You want to join?
It’s for free.
So why don’t we ask him,
Yeah why don’t we ask him?
Why don’t we all do a song,
An old melody that I learned
Off the telephone?
I heard he drives
On cop car courses,
Testing against legitimate
Surrounding forces.
Forcing the good.
Right out of the bad
And collecting all the resources.
Madonnas are standing in line
In the vestibules
Hoping, waiting, cursing
For a little glimpse.
Lieutenants are shackled
To the schools in Brooklyn
But none of it amounts
To that much sense.
The state of affairs
Is really lousy
Can’t you tell?
Take a peek at the moon
As we side-step our way
Through this one-way sideshow saloon.
He’s shaking the shit
Right off of his face
Your face, that face.
He’s taking pandemonium
And slammed her back in her place,
This place, that place.
But she will come a little closer
Closer from her point of view.
And she will scream out
That you are the winner
To the loser, if it’s autumn
If it’s you
But nobody really understands
Why lovers choose to love
So much more at night.
It must be another way of saying
It's gonna be all right.
But the state of affairs
Is really lousy
Can’t you tell?
Take a peek at the moon.
Tonight this place oughta be shaking
As we do our best
Just to remain in tune,
As we break into a brand new pair
Of them old old old rhythm and blues
The pandemonium
And the scare
Written by Kenn Kweder
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I don’t hang out
With no broken hearts no more,
Don’t believe
In the spoken words no more.
Standin’ in the spotlight
Just doin’ the best
That I can.
Makin’ face or two
At the people I once knew,
From way back when.
Had to make a promise
To myself
Not to be like anyone else.
But my friends,
They turned their backs on me
So fast, so fast I could not see.
They gave me the go-ahead
And then they said
‘‘Hey man,
You’d better leave.’’
(Break)
She left a note
She left a note
She left a note
She said don’t go.
She left a note
She left a note
She left a note
She said don’t go.
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe in it all.
So I don’t hang out
With no broken hearts no more,
I don’t believe in the spoken words
No more.
I’m facing a thing
That I never thought I’d face before
I left you.
It wakes me
In the middle of the night,
And it reminds me tomorrow
Is gonna be black and blue.
(Break)
She left a note
She left a note
She left a note
She said don’t go.
She left a note
She left a note
She left a note
And said don't go.
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe in it all.
Written by Kenn Kweder and Chris Larkin
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Well I know you’re soaked in sleep,
But you always kind of
Land on your feet.
Now how do you do it?
I'm at the mercy of your interpreter
Every time I turn
And I say to her
Why don’t you do it?
Well beneath your railroad crown
Are thoughts that are
Settling down.
At such a distance
Somehow I look some plane
But still you’re parked
Inside my brain
So what’s the difference?
Well, Elizabeth and Kay
They both really kinda got in my way,
Oh yes they did.
I must’ve caught them by surprise
As I left
With nothing left
In my eyes,
Like a secret kid.
Written by Kenn Kweder
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Every bit
Of piece
Of paper
That you put
Inside your mouth
Reminds me of the promises
That you always spit out.
Evidently it doesn't seem
To always work that way
I can tell by the way
You’ve been moving your mouth.
Your mouth.
Your mouth.
Every gift I got you
Don&rsquot remember,
But you threw on the floor.
On the floor.
Racing in and out of situations
I really don’t know what for.
Or what for.
I try to help you
The best that I can.
But I just cannot do
All the help by myself.
All you ever do
Is sit around and watch TV
On the TV
Wishing secretly that something
Would happen to me.
Don't you know that it doesn’t
seem to work that way?
And now you know.
You know
You know.
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It must be my imagination
How could it be anything else?
These walls, they bend
Then they surround me
Making me believe
That I’m somebody else.
I'm under too much bloody pressure!
Isn’t that what they always say?
As I was standing by the front door
Where the factory used to stand.
Chorus: Just to change my little ways
Just to change my little ways
Just to change my little ways
Oh, it’s not that hard to do,
And besides,
I’ll be thinking about you.
It must be your imagination
’Cause I don't think like that.
It must be your pet idea
To box me in like a little cat.
It’s getting harder to remember
Exactly how it used to be.
It must be your imagination
As you bring me to your knees.
Chorus: Just to change my little ways
Just to change my little ways
Just to change my little ways
Oh, it’s not that hard to do,
And besides, I’ll be thinking about you.
(Break)
I'm goin’ back to Rome
I'm goin’ back to Rome
I'm goin’ back to Rome
I'm goin’ back to Rome, don’t you know
I had to sell my home
And everything that I own.
I'm goin’ back to Rome
I'm goin’ back to Rome
I’m goin’ back to Rome
I’m goin’ back to Rome, don’t you know
I had to sell my home.
And everything that I own.
Written by Kenn Kweder and Chris Larkin
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You might think that you’ve seen everything
But as far as I can tell,
You haven’t seen a thing.
I’m just sitting here
Counting down the hours
To the very next time
I see the girl
The girl with the Dylan flowers
She’s a lot like her
A lot like me,
A lot like a woman is supposed to be.
Opening an eye or two
Underneath the towers
She’s the one everyone’s
Been talking about:
The girl with the Dylan flowers
Yeah, she’s the girl
The girl with the Dylan flowers
Well in a lonely lonely desperate world
She’s the one that we all need.
To show us what is really the truth,
Between her lips, between her teeth
She’s the one
That I’ve known for sure
Who’s not surrendered
Her young-girl powers
She’s the one
That I keep thinkin’ about
The girl with the Dylan flowers
Yeah, she’s the girl
The girl with the Dylan flowers
She’s the one
In between every magazine,
Every picture that you took,
But you’ve never seen.
She’s the one
When you’re there all by yourself
Leaning underneath the library shelf.
She’s the one
And there’s really nothing left to say
Looks you in the eye
And walks straight away
Yeah, she’s the girl
The girl with the Dylan flowers
Written by Kenn Kweder
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If I could see myself like you see me
I’d throw myself off a landing
Don’t believe a word that we share
I promise you’ll end up standing
What am I talking about?
Hey, what am I talking about?
Oh, what am I talking about?
We can work this out like they do in the movies
Like they do on the TV screen
They go oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
When I go out I tear them up
I tear my friends up like they’re cardboard
I always manage to throw things out
The things I worked so hard for
What am I talking about?
Hey, what am I talking about?
Oh, what am I talking about?
We can work this out like they do in the movies
Like they do on the TV screen
They go oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I went out last night and I got totally screwed up
I fell asleep on an awning
I made it back to the pavement alright
But I was under arrest in the morning
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Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1989 Pandemonium Music
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Well, it’s January February angel, please don’t get no closer
Monday morning conversation, I’m inside an outside station
Hoping, waiting, cursing, praying, memorizing made-up sayings
Well, I should have known by the laughter, if I did, I did not matter
I’m in love, I thought she said, not with you, with him instead
So I slipped by so unnoticed, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t focus
Well, the rose she left, with it came from him
A passing thought, a thoughtless whim
And as I paced with tears in eyes, I held them back, I couldn’t cry
It crushed my ego, not my pride and buried all the rest inside
You bit my lip, so spit it out
You talk a lot so shut your mouth
You hand out handshakes in the park
You walk around but not that far
Just a local ice on a liquor board
Who drinks too much when she feels bored
Well, your studded cuffs they fed off sores
Just like the love that we once wore
You left me with no other choice
But to walk around with a phony voice
To peek out windows of stage doors
To wait around or else be waited for
Oh, the times slipped by, it would not last
I held my ground as the seasons passed
And then a night a knock on wood
I opened up just to take a look
A drape beneath a rotting hood
The swollen eyes and a busted hook
Well, she’s making comeback signs I hear
It’s been so long, so many years
Well, ’I’m in love’ she seems to say
Well, if you love me why not just go away
And dish it out and lets be fair
For if I had left, would you still be there?
(bridge)
Well, it’s January February angel, please don’t get no closer
Monday morning conversation, I’m inside an outside station
Hoping, waiting, cursing, praying, memorizing made-up sayings
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1999 Pandemonium Music
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Patti’s on the Smith
Smith is on the Patti
So Patti’s on the Smith
Smith is in the alley
Patti’s on the Smith
Smith is on the Patti
Patti’s on the Smith
So Smith is in the belly, oh!
Patti Smith…Patti Smith
I said Patti’s on the Smith
Smith ain’t gonna marry
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Blah, la, la, loo
Do-doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-doo
Bla, la, la, la
Patti’s on the Smith
Smith is on the Patti
Patti’s on the Smith
And Smith is in your belly,
Patti Smith, Patti, Patti, Patti, Patti!
Do-doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-doo
Patti!
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1975 Pandemonium Music
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‘‘Benny Sherman upstairs said the Secret Kidds are in their third or fourth generation
Tell me about that’’
‘‘One Generation was without bifocals
The second generation had bifocals
The third said ‘fuck the bifocals’
The fourth was…bifocals aren’t important yet
You need a subsidiary (substitute) for the bifocal’’
‘‘I don’t understand it, but I believe you’’
‘‘It means…we all need no leader, we all need a leader’’
‘‘Which means the break up of the band…’’
‘‘That’s why this is a brand new band…we didn’t believe in the fuckin’ bifocals’’
‘‘Define bifocals’’
‘‘A bifocal is someone who can play a good guitar’’
(From interview at the Main Point, July, 1979)
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Now what’s the use of your apology?
You’re bound to do me wrong, and you know it, once again
As I see through your street psychology
Like I look through all your lipstick boyfriends
They say that you’ve changed, but I can tell
It must be a beautiful thing to be surrounded by wishing wells
Smashing your cache like somebody else
I never believed that we could ever work it out
So, what’s the use of your apology?
You’re bound to do me wrong, and you know it, once again
As I see through your street psychology
Like I look through all your lipstick boyfriends
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Now what’s the use of your apology?
You’re bound to do me wrong, and you know it, once again
As I see through your street psychology
Like I look through all your lipstick boyfriends
Your lipstick boyfriends
Your lipstick boyfriends
Your lipstick boyfriends
Your lipstick boyfriends
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1989 Pandemonium Music
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(Spoken:)
Omaji imiyo wakachiya, sigoi sakao noh oy samiha
Fu-ru ti-da Datsun hai
A no mu-rano nu kanosoya arivas ta to ke
Su vituwa, su vituwa tosho katandayo
(chorus, sung:)
Fu-ru ti-da Datsun
Fu-ru ti-da Datsun
Hotu no koi ni-toh san
Fu-ru ti-da Datsun
Fu-ru ti-da Datsun
Hotu no koi ni-toh san
(spoken:)
Pokono mi no karuma kala datapta
Hariki koniya higano to da pasiyo fasidi
Kanti ayamdita fidoro, hanava takano anatani
A no fu-ru vitata tosandan matida
Fu-ru vi ta pokono Datsun
Fu-ru ti-da Datsun
Fu-ru ti-da Datsun
Hotu no koi ni-toh san
Fu-ru ti-da Datsun
Fu-ru ti-da Datsun
Hotu no koi ni-toh san
Halana fanuwa kalalaimono owiyone
Fanua karamino nomayota hara sanata
Pokono koi oyito a no fu-ru vi-ta Datsun
(repeat chorus three times)
(spoken at end of third and final chorus:)
Fu-ru vi-ta Datsun, Pokono koi oyito san
Fu-ru vi-ta Datsun, Pokono koi oyito san
Words and music by Kenn Kweder, Chris Larkin and Greg Davis, with Rev
Jimpei Yamamoto, © 1988 Pandemonium Music
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‘‘Shut the fuck up!’’
‘‘ You can say that-we’ve been there’’
‘‘ Is it possible to shut up and listen to Shakespeare? Of course not!
That’s why you are all going to fuckin’ hell!’’
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I’ve been all around the world in places
But there ain’t no place like a place called places that I know
Places is the place I go when I know I have to show my face in places
There’s lots of noise and lots of smoke
Everyone enjoys a joke in places
The face is missing on the clock
It’s almost as if time had stopped on places
Sometimes there’s a sing-along
Sometimes it goes on too long in places
It don’t matter what’s the song
’Cause the jukebox (is) almost always on in places
Broken hearts and playing cards
Outside in the parking lot of places
Underneath the purple moon
Spoonman playing with his spoons on cases
I don’t know why but I feel safe here
Big old world behind that door
I don’t know why I was placed here
It’s really not my place to ask what for
The bar man he’s a friend of mine
He comes on at half past nine in places
He don’t care about Les Paul
But when you leave, please don’t fall in places
Waitress she’s my former flame
But I just can’t seem to place her name in places
So enticing slice of life, it’s the minor details time erases
Lucky Strike is always there
But now all he does is sit and stare in spaces
Once he had a real good job, working for his ma ’n pa in places
Suddenly he disappeared
He turned up not too far from here in pieces
Places he had never been, ever seen or ever been in places
Got my golf clubs in the kitchen
They’re not there for shootin’ par
I take them out on occasion
In case there’s a problem in the bar
(bridge)
I don’t know why but I feel safe here
Big old world behind that door
I don’t know why I was placed here
It’s really not my place to ask what for
Oh, the flag is always wavin’ high
The place that it occupies on the wall in places
It’s the home of the brave and the home of the free
And the shiny live pope on the top of the tree in places
And so I have another shot
And think of all the folks I’m not in places
Think of what might have been
If I hadn’t spent my life inside of places
Words and music by Kenn Kweder and JC Duffy © 1999 Pandemonium Music
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‘‘She lent me a book by Ferlinghetti
She lent me a book by Ferlinghetti
She lent me a book by Ferlinghetti
Now she wants back the book by
Now wants back the book by Ferlinghetti
She wants that book back
I’m not giving it back
I’m not giving up that book by Ferlinghetti’’
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Two little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs
Two little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs
Two little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs
Two little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs
One little bug, little bug, little bug, little bug, little bug, little bug
One little bug, little bug, little bug, little bug, little bug, little bug
One little bug, little bug, little bug, little bug, little bug, little bug
One little bug, little bug, little bug, little bug, little bug, little bug
Three little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs
Three little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs
Three little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs
Three little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs
(bridge)
Two little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs
Two little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs
Two little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs
Two little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs, little bugs
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (repeat ten times and fade)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1986 Pandemonium Music
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Been lookin’ up, lookin’ down
Just tryin’ to find the sound to explain what I sometimes mean
I grab my guitar and I strum
Maybe a melody will come, from behind a young man’s dream
Then I wake up in a frown
I put my guitar down, catch a smoke and start it again
What are words, what are dreams?
What are those, what are these?
What are you, what are we?
Are our hearts the same as trees?
Verses fall down just like rain
If I could find the key refrain, I’d be free and in your arms again
But this song won’t cooperate
It’s got two legs but they just ain’t straight
And a head with nothing upstairs
And I could go on and on and on
Through every tunnel inside this song
But I’m not sure where it would be leading us to
That’s why I’m here with this box
Tryin’ to unlock all the locks of the door of my deepest thoughts
What are locks, what are keys?
What are those, what are these?
What are you, what are we?
Are our hearts the same as trees?
I had my shot when I was young
I never know what I’ve done wrong
What good would it do for me now?
I could say that I’m fulfilled
That I live on top of a hill
In a house, with purple fields
But when I wake up and I think
Am I growing extinct? Now that is how I sometimes feel
So I sing, sing my song so that
I can’t be wrong and continue looking for that sound
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1999 Pandemonium Music
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‘‘Those were, fuck!
I want somebody to come forward!
I want you to come forward!
I want somebody to come forward and
Straighten me out about the jigger!
Now, what is a jigger? What is a jigger?
What is a jigger, yin, yin, yin, yin, ha, ha!’’
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There’s a speed freak on my lawn
A speed freak on my lawn
A speed freak on my lawn
A speed freak on my lawn
All together now, speed freak on my lawn
Speed freak on my lawn
Speed freak on my lawn
Speed freak on my lawn
I got a crackhead up on my porch
There’s a crackhead up on my porch
There’s a crackhead up on my porch
And he’s makin’ himself at home
All together now, crackhead up on my porch
Crackhead up on my porch
Crackhead up on my porch
And he’s makin’ himself at home
You got the welcoming committee down by the Wawa
The welcoming committee down by the Wawa
The welcoming committee down by the Wawa
Playin’ with a BB gun
Andy Griffith makin’ noise, Andy Griffith makin’ noise
Andy Griffith makin’ noise, there’s a speed freak on my lawn
(whistle the Andy Griffith theme)
There’s a speed freak on my lawn, a speed freak on my lawn
A speed freak on my lawn, a speed freak on my lawn
Oh, a speed freak on my lawn, speed freak on my lawn
Speed freak on my lawn, speed freak on my lawn
You got the welcoming committee down by the Wawa
The welcoming committee down by the Wawa
The welcoming committee down by the Wawa
Playin’ with a BB gun
Crackhead he’s up on my porch
Crackhead he’s up on my porch
Crackhead he’s up on my porch
And he’s makin’ himself at home
Oh, a speed freak on my lawn, speed freak on my lawn
Speed freak on my lawn, speed freak on my lawn
Crackhead he’s up on my porch
Crackhead he’s up on my porch
Crackhead he’s up on my porch
And he’s makin’ himself at home (repeat)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1989 Pandemonium Music
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When people know your face and they’ve all heard your name
And slap hello at you but it all feels the same
You can’t place the face or why they ever came
To give you credit for some cards you never played
Don’t you know it’s somewhat manufactured, somewhat true
Straight from New Hampshire, straight to you
I can’t help things beyond my control
Some people think they know my very soul
It’s just an image that they got some years ago
From something they read or a story they were told
Don’t you know it’s somewhat manufactured, somewhat true
Straight from New Hampshire, straight to you
It’s somewhat manufactured, somewhat true
Straight from New Hampshire, straight to you
An awkward glance and the clouds might disappear
But the faceless voice gets no more skeptical to what she hears
This minute of truth is just too weak to wash the smears
That it hid in your soul from yourself for so many years
Don’t you know it’s somewhat manufactured, somewhat true
Straight from New Hampshire, straight to you
Somewhat manufactured, somewhat true
Straight from wherever you want, straight to you
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Somewhat manufactured, somewhat true
Straight from New Hampshire, straight to you
Somewhat manufactured, somewhat true
Straight from wherever you want, straight to you
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (repeat and fade)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1989 Pandemonium Music
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Marco Polo is a man of the world
Ticklin’ the noses of all the young girls
He’s a first-class host from way back when
I met him on a boat heading t’wards England
With the jacket that he stole from his best friend Merle
Sitting on the back of the Duke of Earle
He went down, he left me behind him
He went down, could not find him
He went down, ooh, hoo
Marco Polo, he said ’hey, man, let’s go’
Down underground where no people go
With his fingers in the air, waving in the air
Wondering which way the wind does blow
Looking to left, looking to right
Never get caught in another street fight
He went down, he left me behind him
He went down, could not find him
He went down, ooh, hoo
Nothing comes out and h e touches his brow
He looks at the clock, what time is it now?
Santa Claus is coming to town
He went down to Miami and he just got back
He all had good-ies
You know what I’m talking about
He went down, he left me behind him
He went down, could not find him
He went down, ooh, hoo
(bridge)
Marco Polo, Marco Polo, Marco Polo, Marco Polo
Marco Polo, Marco Polo, Marco Polo, Marco Polo
Marco Polo, Marco Polo, Marco Polo, Marco Polo
Marco Polo, Marco Polo, Marco Polo, Marco Polo (repeat and fade)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder and Wayne Trevisani © 1989 Pandemonium Music
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It’s cold and it’s raining and the streets look like glass
And me I’m just walking alone with my past
And standing on Fourth Street with everything that I own
Right across the street used to be my home
Remember me, I’m your friend
Remember me, we lived together
Remember all the fun we had, making love in a taxicab
Remember me, I’m the man you said you’re gonna love forever
These sandals I’m wearing, you gave me last year
And this coat I just pawned, we stole New Year’s Eve
But over the rainbow, where all those good things lie
I’m gonna wish you bye and bye
Remember me, I’m your friend
Remember me, we lived together
Remember all the fun we had, making love in a taxicab
Remember me, I’m the man you said you’re gonna love forever
(bridge)
Remember me, I’m your friend
Remember me, we lived together
Remember all the fun we had, making love in a taxicab
Remember me, I’m the man you said you’re gonna love forever (repeat)
Yeah, remember me, I’m the man you said you’re gonna love forever
Yeah, remember me, I’m the man you said you’re gonna love forever
Words and music by Billy Schied © 1989 Pandemonium Music
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Suicide’s gonna get me on a sunny day
Some people say it’s September, it might be closer to May
No matter what you said before, no matter what you say
Suicide’s gonna meet me on a sunny day
Suicide’s been a friend of mine from way, way back when
Whenever things got really bad, like they do now and again
She always, always shows up with her big sun-shiny face
Sayin’ ’if you can’t take it anymore, I can take you away’
On a sunny day, sunny day
Sunny day, sunny day
Suicide’s gonna meet me on a sunny day
A senile situation’s, don’t really need a pill to be
Well, they’re feeble bones in nursing homes and the voodoo therapy
Well, I’d like to go when I’m going
And I like to leave when I want to leave
And I like to be the one who controls my destiny
On a sunny day, sunny day
Sunny day, sunny day
Suicide’s gonna meet me on a sunny day
On a sunny day, sunny day
Sunny day, sunny day
Suicide’s gonna meet me on a sunny day
(bridge/instrumental solo)
On a sunny day, sunny day
Sunny day, sunny day
Oh, suicide’s gonna meet me on a sunny day
On a sunny day, sunny day
Sunny day, sunny day
Suicide’s gonna meet me on a sunny day
On a sunny day, sunny day
Sunny day, sunny day
Suicide’s gonna meet me on a sunny day
On a sunny day, on a sunny day, on a sunny (repeat and fade)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1991 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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I said a man’s got a gun, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move
A man’s got a gun, so give it to him
A man’s got a gun, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move
A man’s got a gun, so give it to him
Well, the bum’s gonna beg, a-bob-by, bob-by, bob-by
A bum is gonna beg a bop-bop biddily-bum
Well, the bum’s gonna beg, a-bob-by, bob-by, bob-by
A bum is gonna beg a-bop-bop biddily-bum
I said a man’s got a gun, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move
A man’s got a gun, so give it to him
A man’s got a gun, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move
A man’s got a gun, so give it to him
You got an extra nickel in your pocket
So cough it up for the last time
This man is messin’ with your future
So whatever you do, don’t you waste his time
I said a man’s got a gun, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move
A man’s got a gun, so give it to him
A man’s got a gun, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move
A man’s got a gun, so give it to him
Well, the bum’s gonna beg, a-bob-by, bob-by, bob-by
A bum is gonna beg a bop-bop biddily-bum
Well, the bum’s gonna beg, a-bob-by, bob-by, bob-by
A bum is gonna beg a-bop-bop biddily-bum
I said a man’s got a gun, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move
A man’s got a gun, so give it to him
A man’s got a gun, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move
A man’s got a gun, so give it to him
You got an extra nickel in your pocket
So cough it up for the last time
This man is messin’ with your future
So whatever you do, don’t you waste his time
(bridge)
I said a man’s got a gun, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move
A man’s got a gun, so give it to him (repeat and fade)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1991 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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The doctor says there’s an epidemic
When and where is still unknown
Got a cure for the rest of the countries
Or else we’ll be on our own
Doctor says it will continue
Walk around the FBI
What with all the medicine
Find out why good people die
I’ve got to go back to my home and my family
Give up a life that we worked so hard to save
Better than knowin’ but puttin’ none up above on your head
Better than knowin’ it’s the name of a flag we wave
Say goodbye now
Say goodbye now
Goodbye
Marshal says beware of traffic
In and out and all around
Liftin’ it all in off of aero-planes
Droppin a bible to the ground
Way beyond the drizzle
Bedore it turns right back into rain
Playin’ fore with a laser gun
The doctor says he’ll cure the pain
I’ve got to go back to my home and my family
Give up a life that we worked so hard to save
Better than knowin’ but puttin’ none up above on your head
Better than knowin’ it’s the name of a flag we wave
Say goodbye now
Say goodbye now
Goodbye
(bridge)
The doctor says there’s an epidemic
When and where is still unknown
Got a cure for the rest of the countries
Or else we’ll be all on our own
Take good care of all the children
Before they take good care of you
Just remember what you’re doing
And who you’re doing it to
I’ve got to go back to my home and my family
Give up a life that we worked so hard to save
Better than knowin’ but puttin’ none up above on your head
Better than knowin’ it’s the name of a flag we wave
Say goodbye now
Say goodbye now
Goodbye
Words and music by Kenn Kweder and Chris Larkin © 1991 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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You can take the bottle out of the bar
But you cannot get the bar out of the bottle
You can drive around in a brand new car
But you better keep your foot down on the throttle, okay
Oh, right, somebody said ’hey, man, you better think quick’
I’d do it myself but I’m getting’ really sick
You can take the bottle out of the bar
But you cannot take the bar out of the bottle
You can drive around the world in a brand new car
But you gotta keep your foot down on the throttle, alright
Yeah, somebody is moving around in the back room there, lookin’ really mean
I mean I would look the same way they do if I drank gasoline
You can take the bottle out of the bar
But you cannot take the bar out of the bottle
You can drive around the world in a brand new car
But be sure keep to keep your floor on the throttle
Somebody said ’hey, man, the bartender is sick’
Hangin’ out in the bathroom snortin’ up on the Bisquick
You can take the bottle out of the bar
But you cannot get the bar out of the bottle
You can drive around the world in a brand new car
But you got to keep your butt down on the throttle
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1991 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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It could have happened any minute
In any town you can lose your life
Just because you’re livin’ doesn’t mean
You’ll make it through another night
’Cause he rises every morning
To the calling of his dormitory knife
Oh, what’s the story?
Does he mean what he said?
I cannot tell you
Because Buddy Barnhill is dead
Barney’s got the bodies of his buddies
Buried underneath the stairs
Underneath the chapters of the rafters
Of the church’s brand new chairs
Way beyond religion and no rules or regulations
No one cares about the murders in the region
By the legion everywhere
Now what’s the story?
Does he mean what he said?
I cannot tell you
Because Buddy Barnhill is dead
(bridge)
Now what’s the story?
Does he mean what he said?
I cannot tell you
Because Buddy Barnhill is dead
Now what’s the story?
Does he mean what he said?
I cannot tell you
Because Buddy Barnhill is dead
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up,
Get it up but they never could find him
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up,
But they knew that they left him behind
(guitar solo)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1991 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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Oh, people scufflin’ with themselves
By keepin’ rhythms to a sidewalk melody
Scary Harry lives alone, a mockin’ time, where’s his mind at?
Sat on Harris, his yesterday
Old Abe Lincoln, his president
After the news gets out
After the news gets out
After the news gets out
That you can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been
You can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been
Cellophane, fireworks, if no man aches, the things I hurt
After the news gets out
After the news gets out
After the news gets out
That you can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been
You can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been
(bridge: harmonica and organ)
After the news gets out
After the news gets out
After the news gets out
That you can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been
You can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been
You steal a purse, I climb the sky
The universe belongs to you and I, get it now
After the news gets out
After the news gets out
After the news gets out
That you can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been
You can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been
(repeat and fade)
Words and music by Billy Schied © 1991 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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I just got out of prison, my middle teeth are missin’
I’m headin’ towards the lost-and-found
I’ve been livin’ off my sister, she used to be a mister
Like in Mister and Mrs Ezra Pound
Don’t ask me any questions ’cause I haven’t any answers
I’m just sort of hangin’ around
I’ve been eatin’ off the tables in the House of Seven Gables
With cables comin’ out of my ground
My uncle made me do it
My uncle made me do it
My uncle made me do it again
My uncle made me do it
He said I had to do it
And then I had to do it again
I’ve been on and off of welfare, I’ve been livin’ in the daycare
I’m tryin’ to make friends with the kids
I’ve been up and down the see-saw, up and down the sea shore
Someone’s surely saw what I did
I used to be a trash man, livin’ in a trashcan
Man, it’s lonely in there
And you could be the president of the United States
But does anybody really care?
My uncle made me do it
My uncle made me do it
My uncle made me do it again
My uncle made me do it
He said I had to do it
And then I had to do it again
(bridge – whistling)
My uncle made me do it
My uncle made me do it
My uncle made me do it again
My uncle made me do it
He said I had to do it
And then I had to do it again
I just got out of prison, my middle teeth are missin’
I’m headin’ towards the lost-and-found
I’ve been livin’ off my sister, she used to be a mister
Like in Mister and Mrs Ezra Pound
Don’t ask me any questions ’cause I haven’t any answers
I’m just sort of hangin’ around
I’ve been eatin’ off the tables in the House of Seven Gables
With cables comin’ out of my ground
My uncle made me do it
My uncle made me do it
My uncle made me do it again
My uncle made me do it
He said I had to do it
And then I had to do it again
(repeat last chorus and fade)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1991 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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I see him walkin’ down the street, kickin’ dust up with he feet
Tellin’ everyone he meets ’hi’ and ’hello’
Ridin’ diesels in the ground, he’s the biggest man around
Don’t you know he’s the only man of stone?
He’s a man of stone, ain’t got no funny bone
Got a lot of dirt and pebbles in his shoes
He’s got a big old cinderblock that he carries in a box
With his blanket and his huckleberry booze
Got a rusty pair of clothes that he wears wherever he goes
And a buckle made of seashells and a bone
Gets his strength from birds and bees, from the earth and from the trees
Drinks his whiskey out of empty ice cream cones
He’s a man of stone, ain’t got no funny bone
Got a lot of dirt and pebbles in his shoes
He’s got a big old cinderblock that he carries in a box
With his blanket and his huckleberry booze
(bridge)
When he was a little boy, he used to play with the other boys
In the fields, in the parks and in the sun
But his time would slip by, he was known sometimes to cry
And the tears from his eyes would turn to mud
He’s a man of stone, ain’t got no funny bone
Got a lot of dirt and pebbles in his shoes
As he lay down in his bed, with his Kamikaze head
Don’t you know that he’s just like me and you
He’s a man of stone, ain’t got no funny bone
Got a lot of dirt and pebbles in his shoes
As he lay down in his bed, with his Kamikaze head
Don’t you know that he’s just like me and you
Don’t you know that he’s just like me and you
Don’t you know that he’s just like me and you
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1991 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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Now a-days my life has settled down
And I live on the other side of town
I moved out here to be near the scarecrows in the grounds
But most of all to simply settle down
Now and then I’d go inside of town
To take a look at my old midnight rounds
Some people say that I’m a square
The way I’ve changed my hair
But it’s squares like me that make this world go ’round
Yes, it’s squares like me that make this world go ’round
Yes, it’s squares like me that make this world go ’round
Go to school, get a job, somehow you’ll settle down
And it’s squares like me that make this world go ’round
All the clothes that I wear are pretty bland
In the middle of the road that’s where I stand
Don’t go out, just stay in
And I never make a sound
And it’s squares like me that make this world go ’round
Yes, it’s squares like me that make this world go ’round
Yes, it’s squares like me that make this world go ’round
Go to school, get a job, somehow you’ll settle down
And it’s squares like me that make this world go ’round
(bridge)
Now to all you young and hip-hop future squares
You do things I used to do but do not dare
Even you someday, too, even you will settle down
And be a square like me who make the world go ’round
Yes, squares like me that make this world go ’round
Yes, it’s squares like me that make this world go ’round
Go to school, get a job, somehow you’ll settle down
And it’s squares like me that make this world go ’round
Yeah, squares like me that make this world go ’round
Yeah, it’s squares like me that make this world go ’round
Play it cool, break the rules, but somehow you’ll settle down
Yeah, it’s squares like me and you make the world go ’round
Yeah, it’s squares like me and you make this world go ’round
Yeah, it’s squares like me and you make this world go ’round
Go to school, break the rules, somehow you’ll settle down
And it’s squares like me and you make this world go ’round
Round, round, round
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1991 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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I said you’re sloppy but you’re clean at the same time
It blows my mind
I see you every time you turn around your circus side
How much money does it cost to take you out on me tonight?
Oh, ho, alright!
I was playin’ my guitar by the radio cars and the trolley tracks
We were trading off the riffs, we’d be in playing at the ’Y’
We were totally trashed
When you jumped right off the back street bridge
And you landed on your feet, oh, ho, alright!
(horns)
Is your wicked little mouth what it’s all about?
Can you pronounce my name?
Does everything you say come out a different way?
But it just sounds the same
How many words can you memorize before you get tongue-tied tonight?
Oh, ho, alright!
I said you’re sloppy but you’re clean at the same time
It blows my mind
I see you every time I turn around your serpent side
How much money does it cost to take you out on me tonight?
Oh, ho, alright!
(bridge with horns then guitar)
You got ’em tied up in your dungeon on a stage inside your boots
You’ve been workin’ on the strip with your television lips
Crackin’ a whip or two
Two hopeless, useless, worthless men nearly kneel in front of you
Oh, ho, alright!
I said you’re sloppy but you’re clean at the same time
It blows my mind
I see you every time I turn around you suck his side
How much money does it cost to take you out on me tonight?
Oh, ho, alright!
Words and music by Kenn Kweder and Chris Larkin © 1991 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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How many times can you punch a clock and not rip it off the wall?
How many times can you go to a job where everything is wrong?
Where is the tradeoff point between a schoolgirl and her soul?
Mister Fly has lost his mind and now he’s losing all control
How many times have you apologized for some things you’ve never done?
He gets away with everything because you think he’s having fun
He nearly likes to antagonize when he’s bangin’ on his drum
You get used because you don't realize what trick he’s really on
You always do what you’re supposed to do…you’re so obedient
You’re so good to all his friends, yet he treats you like a pet
Like the time you were on your knees with his leash around your neck
Because you forget the harder fact that you’re more intelligent
You’re not the fool that you say you’ve been, but old habits are hard to break
That’s not to say you’re innocent, because, honey, you just ain’t
You’re not like anything you said before, you’ve been anything but straight
Like the drinks that you’re serving him as he kicks them off your plate
(bridge)
I've seen you follow him in his tracks, waiting on him hand and foot
Keeping out of harmful ways, just like a good girl should
Polishing his boots with wax that he buys from Hollywood
Picking up his ball and jacks that he’s had since childhood
How many times can you punch a clock and not rip it off the wall?
How many times can you go to a job where everything is wrong?
Where is the tradeoff point between a schoolgirl and her soul?
Mister Fly has lost his mind and now he’s losing all control
(it’s me…now I’m gonna tell you the time of day
pull a job and start shootin’…you know somethin’ else (whispered verse)
you better start shootin’ again…ya ain’t nothin’ but a chicken
…had a good one…)
Mister Fly, Mister Fly, Mister Fly, Mister Fly,
Mister Fly, Mister Fly, Mister Fly, Mister Fly,
Mister, Mister, Mister Fly______ Yeah_________
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1995 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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I met a girl like you around
But I guess it doesn’t matter
But you’re livin’ on the other side of town
Because you wanted something better
Better than the things that we once found
When we were both together
I met a girl like you around
But I guess it doesn’t matter
Whether or not we’re still friends
Whether I ever see you again
She had that certain crooked smile
The kind that you were good at
Stab you in the back with a smile
How could I forget that?
She crossed that road in my crowd
If you met her you would be proud
You’d often talked about the truth
I didn’t know that she was kiddin’
How she would never leave or make a move
All a sudden she was missing
I know there’s worse things in this town
But I just met a girl like you around
(bridge)
She changed the way the word wanted her
I stayed the same but it’s harder to do
I met a girl like you around
But I guess it doesn’t matter
Now you’re livin’ on the other side of town
Because you wanted something better
Better than the things that we once found
When we were both together
I met a girl like you around
But I guess it doesn’t matter
Whether or not we’re still friends
Whether I ever see you again
(guitar instrumental)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1995 Pandemonium Music
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I heard she’s workin’ down at the candystore
I don’t know why or what or the reason for
Everybody said they made a good couple
But that was before that girl…got into trouble
Now she’s got to report to the candystore
Chewin’ the gum…sellin’ children bubbles, yeah
Everybody’s gone down to the candystore
Everybody’s gone down to the candystore
Pickin’ up caps…snackin’ on truffles
Tryin’ to put the ship back together…inside the puzzle
Tryin’ to get a glimpse of the girl who’s all…dressed up in ruffles
Poppin’ a PEZ…pullin’ a muscle, yeah
Everybody’s gone down to the candystore
Everybody’s gone down to the candystore
Everybody…. down to the store
The candystore…is mysterious
The candystore is my friend
Candystore makes me delirious
I hope the candy never ends!
Everybody’s gone down to the candystore
Everybody’s gone down to the candystore
She used to think she…had such a career
On stage in the big-time…out on the pier
But a dream…it never came true, so she came in here
Now she’s livin’ off sweets and…whatever she steals, yeah
Everybody’s gone down to the candystore
Everybody’s gone down to the candystore
Everybody…. down to the store
The candystore…is mysterious
The candystore is my friend
Candystore makes me delirious
I hope the candy never ends!
Everybody’s gone down to the candystore
Everybody’s gone down to the candystore
Everybody….
Everybody’s gone down to the candystore
Everybody’s gone down to the candystore
Everybody….(repeat and fade)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1995 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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Here I am back home again, and I’m here to rest
All they ask is where I’ve been, knowin’ I’ve been west
I'm the family’s unknown boy
Golden curls of envied hair
Pretty girls with the faces fair
See the shine in the black sheep boy
If you love me, let me live in peace
Please understand, that the black sheep
Can wear the golden fleece and hold the winning hand
I'm the family’s unknown boy
Golden curls of envied hair
Pretty girls with the faces fair
See the shine in the black sheep boy
(bridge)
Here I am back home again, and I’m here to rest
All they ask is where I’ve been, knowin’ I’ve been west
I'm the family’s unknown boy
Golden curls of envied hair
Pretty girls with the faces fair
See the shine in the black sheep boy
I'm the family’s unknown boy
Golden curls of envied hair
Pretty girls with the faces fair
See the shine in the black sheep boy
Pretty girls with the faces fair
See the shine in the black sheep boy
Words and music by T. Hardin, Faithful Virtue Music Co., Inc. (BMI)
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I can see my reflection in every choice that I make
I had lost my direction and made many mistakes
I have seen that mighty river, most recent by the sun
And it’s always comin’ closer, the reason for me to run
It has carried Cleopatra, many the wars it has won.
And it stretches t’wards the heavens, through the stars and to the sun
The river flows…forever and everywhere
And so it goes…from here and over there once or twice
In another life
I have watched it from a distance, from mountains up on high
And it’s always comin’ close, no matter how high I fly
I have lived the way that I wanted most of my life
And it has smashed my face with magic, and opened up my eyes
If somebody says…‘hey, man, that ain’t fair,’
And I just laugh and said I’d been there once or twice
In another life
(bridge)
I can feel that mighty river, in every beat of my heart
In the rhythm of my living, is where the river starts
I've passed that sports arena, where the floodlights burned
Backwoods into the darkness, the river never ends
I have seen the might river, that’s glistened by the sun
And it’s always comin’ closer, the reason for me to run
(instrumental)
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo (repeat and fade)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder and Jim Fogarty
© 1995 Pandemonium Music (BMI) and Hazelwood Music
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This is my imitation of living,
Since you’ve been gone
And the show goes on
Oh, God, please help me if you can
Help this poor imitation of a man
Too many parties, too much runnin’ around
And there’s too many fair-weather friends that left me down
Too many memories, and alcohol won’t drown them in my solitude
I don’t have fortitude, without my ups and downs
This is my imitation of living,
Since you’ve been gone
And the show goes on
Oh, God, please help me if you can
Help this poor imitation of a man
(bridge)
Too many bills that I’d forgot about
And it’s too many bills that I can’t do without
I made a lot of money, but I’ve thrown it all away
To the dude that deals the dope
Because that’s my only hope
To get you off my mind, oh, ho, oh!
This is my imitation of living,
Since you’ve been gone
And the show goes on
Oh, God, please help me if you can
Help this poor imitation of a man (repeat last line three more times)
Words and music by J. South, Metric Music Co. (BMI)
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I'm a poor starving artist, I ain’t got a dime
Society kicks me around all the time
I’m misused and mistreated and misunderstood
At the end of this story, I’m bound to make good
Now the world is just a B-movie, about my life and my times
Yes, the world is just a B-movie, and I keep forgetting my lines
My parents they hid me ’til I was sixteen
Inside a front-loading washing machine
They kept me inside it when company’d come
My brother and sister used me as a drum
I sat myself down in my good barber’s chair
Someone yells out ‘don’t you cut that boy’s hair!
Put down those clippers or I’ll fracture your jaw!’
It was Sonny Bono disguised as the law.
And the world is just a B-movie, it almost breaks my heart
The world is just a B-movie, and I only got a bit part
When I play my music, the people charge me
I use food stamps for straws and I live in a tree
But the heaviest problem that’s weighing on me
Is the forum I'm going from G7 to C
Yeah, the world is just a B-movie, about my life and my times
Yes, the world is just a B-movie, and I keep forgetting my lines
Oh, the world is just a B-movie, about my life and my times
Yes, the world is just a B-movie, and I keep forgetting my lines
Words and music by B. Lind, Lowery Music Co., Inc. (BMI)
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Sarah was describing the statues in the garden
As the sun fell down like the rain
And Laddie Boy Hawkins was out in the fields
Draggin’ has grandfather’s chain
Well, he took you in as a queen, from plan-ta-tion row
Feeling the spirit of a young man in love
He stood up and shook off his name
He prospered and he got rich presenting his stories
To the long-gowned Manhattan dames
Laddie Boy Hawkins, he saw hers, she saw his
Laddie Boy Hawkins, he saw hers, she saw his
When he took you in as a queen, from plan-ta-tion row
(bridge/first instrumental break)
Laddie Boy Hawkins, he saw hers, she saw his
Laddie Boy Hawkins, he saw hers, she saw his
When he took you in as a queen, from plan-ta-tion row
(second instrumental break)
Laddie Boy Hawkins, he saw hers, she saw his
Laddie Boy Hawkins, he saw hers, she saw his
Laddie Boy Hawkins, he saw hers, she saw his
Laddie Boy Hawkins, he saw hers, she saw his
Laddie Boy Hawkins (repeat five more times and fade)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder and Billy Schied © 1995 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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Little Edie Sedgwick, playing with the boys
Truman and Andy helping her make believe
She knows all the fairies, ah, so very well
Measuring courage by the pain that they had felt
She can see into the future, through a broken piece of glass
Telling his fortune with her hand behind her back
A fortune-telling mommy and her fortune-telling dad
Had given her plenty of the things I used to have
Now I have nothing except this pencil and this pad
For thinking up something, something that she used to have
Little Edie Sedgwick, outside in the pouring rain
Playing with children from the house of the insane
Little Edie Sedgwick, can’t remember the names
Of the ones she was friends with
Interrupted and disrupted
She's corrupted, yeah
(bridge)
She can see into the future, through a broken piece of glass
Telling people’s fortunes with her hand behind her back
A fortune-telling mommy and her fortune-telling dad
Had given her plenty of the things I used to have
Little Edie Sedgwick, outside in the pouring rain
Playing with children from the house of the insane
Little Edie Sedgwick, can’t remember the names
Of the ones she was friends with
Interrupted and disrupted
She’s corrupted, here
Is that the end of the story? I’m not really sure
Deceit in her magic, or is she fin’lly destroyed?
I'm not really sorry…that’s what she said to me
When we broke the candles and burned down all the trees
I burned down the trees, burned down the trees!
I burned down the trees, burned down the trees! (repeat and fade)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1995 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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None of it makes any sense, that’s why so many walk away
I'm lookin’ for a freedom from sense, to get me through another day
A freedom from big brother,
Who somehow just slipped in
His flesh and blood is made of progress
But whose heart is made of tin
The freedom from all the little boxes,
That people sometimes try to put you in
A freedom from all the authored doctors
I don’t believe in original sin
I'm lookin’ for a little disaffection
Because I want to be on my own
I'm lookin’ for a little disconnection
From this world of the telephone
I'm seekin’ the traces of true insanity
To help me with my defense
With an added dose of madness
To get me through the present tense
And I'm lookin’ for freedom from reason, and mathematics, too
From science and its theories, from an undisputed truth
(bridge/harmonica solo)
They're burnin’ holes in the Constitution
And nobody seems to give a damn
They’re givin’ up all their freedoms
And turnin’ ’em over to Uncle Sam
So, none of it makes any sense, that’s why so many walk away
I'm lookin’ for a freedom from sense, to get me through another day
(repeat chorus once more in a half-spoken/half-sung style)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1995 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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Well, we shared the same roof and climbed burlap ropes
I felt that life was just going fine
In that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun of mine
But that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun of mine
That old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun of mine
Now, before I had my Cadillac
I went down to the ridges of the Pontiac
And I was headin’ for the county line
But that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun of mine
That old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun of mine
That old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun of mine
Every penny I ever made, I spent in the shade
In that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun of mine
That old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun of mine
That old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun of mine
(bridge)
But that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun of mine
That old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun of mine
That old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun, that old tan Datsun of mine
(repeat last line and fade)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder, Chris Larkin and Greg Davis © 1981
Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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Tom and Jim, Tom and Jim
What are you doin’ in my back yard?
Tom and Jim, Tom and Jim
What are you doin’ in my back yard?
Are you doin’ what you’re supposed to be doin’?
Are you doin’ what you’re mother said you should do?
Tom and Jim, Tom and Jim
What are you doin’ in my back yard?
Tom and Jim, Tom and Jim
What are you doin’ in my back yard?
Are you doin’ what you’re supposed to be doin’?
Are you doin’ what you’re mother said you should do?
We’re revolutionary, we’re evolutionary, we’re revolutionary!
We’re revolutionary, we’re evolutionary, we’re revolutionary!
We’re revolutionary, we’re evolutionary, we’re revolutionary!
Tom and Jim, Tom and Jim, Tom and Jim
(repeat two more times while speeding up the tempo)
What are you doin’, what are you doin’
What are you doin’ in my back yard?
What are you doin’, what are you doin’
What are you doin’ in my back yard? (repeat last verse and fade)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1981Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know, gotta get back to Mexico
Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know
Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know
Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know, gotta get back to Mexico
Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know
Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know
You love him very much, but he always loves you back
You know he really does because he always sends you cash
Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know
Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know, alright!
(bridge)
G-sharp, G-sharp, E, E, G-sharp, G-sharp, E
G-sharp, G-sharp, E, E, G-sharp, G-sharp, E
Up to A…back to E
Take a trip up to B
Down to A, back to E
Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know, I gotta get back to Mexico
Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know
Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know
You love him very much, but he always loves you back
You know he really does because he always sends you cash
Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know
Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know, gotta get back to Mexico
Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know
Who’s yer daddy? I don’t know
(guitar solo)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1998 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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What’s your name
Check your fingerprints
That’s what you get for lending your car
A little boy forging autographs
Coast to coast
I lived in Liverpool
I traveled through the night for days
Interviewing lost and found movie stars
Giving, giving my life away
They’re all stories now
All stories I tell
All stories now
All stories I tell
An automatic opts for bodywork
A true fanatic, he takes his time
With USA upon his silver
He used to be such a friend of mine
I used to live
Way down in Iowa
A china closet was in my flips
I used to go give people lectures
Then I lost my pair of grips
They’re all stories now
All stories I tell
All stories now
All stories I tell
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1988 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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Jimmy, Jimmy the beanstalk
Jimmy, Jimmy the beanstalk
Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy the beanstalk (repeat verse 3 more times)
(bridge)
Jimmy…he was a beanstalk
Yes, Jimmy…he was a beanstalk
Yep, Jimmy…he was a beanstalk
Yes, Jimmy, the boy who was the beanstalk, yeah
Jimmy, Jimmy the beanstalk
Jimmy, Jimmy the beanstalk
Jimmy, Jimmy the beanstalk (repeat verse 2 more times)
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme,
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
(piano solo)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1988 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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Who’s that man over there who’s so incredibly tall?
Who’s that man who can block the shots as high as city hall?
Who’s that man when he enters a game the other team goes outta control?
Who’s the greatest basketball player in the game of basketball?
Manute…Manute J. Bol
Oh, Manute…Manute J. Bol
Oh, Manute…Manute J. Bol
Oh, Manute…Manute J. Bol
Seven foot one? No
Seven foot two? No
Seven foot three? No
Seven foot four? No
Seven foot five? No
Seven foot six? Almost
Seven foot seven? Yeah!
Now, who’s that man when he comes to town brings a few more thousand fans?
And when he blocks the shots they end up in the nosebleed stands?
When he enters a game, the other team runs out of control
Who’s the only NBA player who killed a lion with his bare hands?
Manute…Manute J. Bol
Oh, Manute…Manute J. Bol
Oh, Manute…Manute J. Bol
Oh, Manute…Manute J. Bol
Seven foot one? No
Seven foot two? No
Seven foot three? No
Seven foot four? No
Seven foot five? No
Seven foot six? Almost
Seven foot seven? Yeah! (repeat last verse 3 more times and fade)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder, Wally Smith and Michael Radcliffe © 1999 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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So, what’s there to do in this mixed up world?
Hangin’ around these mixed-up girls
Nancy’s alright, she’s home in LA
I’d call her up but there’s nothing to say
So I do what I want, do what I want
Well, I do what I want, but I don’t do that
’Cause I do what I want, do what I want
Well, I do what I want, but I don’t do that
Well, I do what I want, and I don’t talk back
What’s there to do when there’s nothin’ to do?
Poundin’ these streets in these beat-up shoes
Talkin’ too much or much too soon
When I wake I’m still confused
So I do what I want, do what I want
Well, I do what I want, but I don’t do that
’Cause I do what I want, do what I want
Well, I do what I want, but I don’t do that
Well, I do what I want, and I don’t talk back, alright
(bridge)
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Every day and it’s always the same
Rock on a hello, goodbye again
Meeting different people with a different name
Tryin’ to avoid playin’ all the games
So I do what I want, do what I want
Well, I do what I want, but I don’t do that
’Cause I do what I want, do what I want
Well, I do what I want, but I don’t do that
I do what I want, and I don’t talk back
Everybody’s countin’ on something it seems
I’m countin’ on nothin’ in my dreams
Such a waste of time I tell myself
If I could do it, I would do something else
Now I do what I want, do what I want
Well, I do what I want, and I don’t do that
I’ll do what I want, do what I want
Well, I do what I want, but I don’t do that
And I do what I want, and I don’t talk back, alright, whoo!
(coda)
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
(repeat entire first and second verses, along with choruses, up to the bridge)
Words and music by Kenn Kweder and Chris Larkin © 1986 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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What’s your name, angel?
I met you in the church this morning
You were holding a cross in someone else’s hand
And we were kind of talkin’ but I was lonely back then
How could we get back together again and again and again and again?
We lived our lives in trailers
We never touched each other
Twisting a fight neither of us could win or lose or start again
Somehow we both got lost
Caught up in a Pentecost
I blessed myself and you weren’t there
You gave me a kiss, you said ’hey man, go get lost’
I was doin’ my best for you, at nobody’s cost
Something I’ll get through, no matter what the odds
To speak to you and to disregard the gods
Well, I’m in love…the same as you are now
No one could touch your soul without me watching
Now you are fairly grown and you stand on solid stone
I stand downstairs and I count each day now
Now that you are gone, I try my best to go on
But I find myself breaking down_________
Everything that you said, well, it meant that much to me
I was a bit confused back then, not to mention just a bit of a turn
But I’ve changed my ways and I’ve mended most of my faults
Like I’m not gonna take the wrong highway
When I know, when I know, when I know
When I’m gonna get lost
What’s your name, angel?
I met you in the church this morning
You were holding a cross in someone else’s hand
And we were kind of talkin’ but I was lonely back then
How could we get back together again and again and again and again?
Words and music by Kenn Kweder and Chris Larkin © 1986 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
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All the money that you got
Send it back and thanks a lot
All the money, all the money
All the money, money, money!
That you got
Well, take your arms and make a hole
Grab the silver if it’s made out of gold
Take your arms, break your arms
And make a hole, hole, hole
Make a hole!
All the money that you got
Send it back and thanks a lot
All the money, all the money
All the money, money, money!
That you got
Well, Wall Street just suffered a little broke
It’s just the kind of roaring 20s joke
Western Union just went out of repair
And all the money that you sent
Never got there.
All the money that you got
Send it back and thanks a lot
All the money, all the money
All the money, money, money!
That you got
It’s time to bid good bye
Social Security ends up getting’ high
High on the lows, low on the highs
But high on the lows, lows, lows
High on the lows!
And all the money that you got
Send it back and thanks a lot
All the money, all the money
All the money, money, money!
That you got
Thanks a lot…and that you got…and thanks a lot
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1989 Pandemonium Music
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I got a jacket, a shirt and a sock that don’t belong to me
I got a balloon around my neck and it helps me breathe
I got all these things I would never believe
I’m just living my life on
What is officially recognized in this part of the country
As a nut reprieve
Yes, all of my life I’ve been living in a nuthouse
I got me a wife, we moved in to the coat house
We moved out of there with despair
We were forced in to the flophouse
F-L-O-P
All of my life I’ve been living in a nuthouse
I used to fight, I was a damn good fighter
Until one day I got hit on the head
With a much better typewriter
I lost the fight, like I lost my head
H-E-A-D
Now I must be content to wake up
Each and ev-er-y day in a nuthouse bed
Now I walk the dog, but I chew on his bone
I yell and I scream and I dream
That I’m all alone
Why should I live when hitting’s just so tough?
T-U-F-F
I must live the rest of my life like a normal nut
Chuckie and Debbie are over there
And me and me and me and me and me
We are over here
Nurse comes in in the middle of the night and she combs my air
And Chuckie and Debbie and the nurse and the janitor
And the man comes down cleaning the windows
On the outside of my room
Get together in the corner with the head doctor
Comes in with his instamatic camera tells us all to smile
Takes our picture and we count to ten and it’s developed
And everybody expresses with glee
That we make such a lovely pair
Yes, all of my life I’ve been livin’ in a nuthouse
I got me a wife and we moved in to the coat house
We moved out of there with despair
We were forced in to the flophouse
F-L-O-P
And all of my life I’ve been livin’ in a nuthouse
And all of my life, yeah, I’ve been livin’ in a nuthouse
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1989 Pandemonium Music
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I happen to be a white man patrolling the wild
Get down, little bitch, get way down…!
I’m gonna make your life more miserable
Than you’ll ever dream possible
I’m the scum with the badge on, spotting bad inspection stickers
Now get your paperwork in order
I’ll be pullin’ you over, turkey.
Turn that key, now
Yeah….
It’s in reverse, man, and you sob and sit around
All by yourself, an idiot
I am not…you are at the loading dock
You are the white bastard!
You’re so cheap, cheap fuckin’ polyester pants
You are the worst bastard I’ve ever seen!
You are the scum to the man-child
Wearing it through the neighborhood
That white bastard’s out on the porch down by the
Loading dock…with six loading docks set up
In one of his bonanzi noir
Credit checks, now
Credit checks for all white bastards,
Check it out now.
You…you are surrounded now by
The white bastard!
White man, white man, yeah!
Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1989 Pandemonium Music
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All songs written and copyrighted by Kenn Kweder unless otherwise noted
© 1986-2001 Pandemonium Music (BMI)
These lyrics have been posted for educational and reference purposes only.