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AN IMPROBABLE DREAM
Don Quixote sits in a café
Talking to his magic shoes
Eleanor Rigby gives him the car keys
Says it’s seldom ours to choose
On the road to almost anywhere
Don’t forget to notice when you’re there
And dream
An improbable dream
And live
An impossible lifetime
Things
are more than they seem
So dream baby, dream baby, dream
Marilyn Monroe, talking to Van Gogh
Catching up on all she missed
Keeping a secret, everyone’s weakness
Still it never passed her lips
On the road to somewhere we can’t say
Don’t forget to laugh along the way
And dream
An improbable dream
To live
This impossible lifetime
Things are more than they seem
So dream baby, dream baby, dream
Crazy as it seems
Dream baby, dream baby dream
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2. |
Serious: "Arielle"
03:40
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You pace the world in circles
Looking for a heart that’s really true
You down a couple strong ones
And now anyone would do
Hanging around at the Café Du Nord
With those people all so professionally bored
It’s scary. Ordinary.
Arielle, you’re so much better
than your puny poser friends
Arielle, I’d like to see you take
the whole damn thing again
Arielle, no you’re not falling
you’re just scared to death and stalling
I can tell
I used to hear you playing
At that club on Lincoln Way
You had a way of singing
What my heart refused to say
Now all you do is run from the beauty
You were born to share
Is that enough now?
Should I shut up now?
Arielle, you’re so much smarter
than the stupid things you do
Arielle, I wish just one time
I could climb inside of you
And spend an hour livin’
with the things that you’ve been given
Yes, it’s true. What will you do?
Hanging around at the Tip Top Room
Breathing the smoke and the gloom and doom
It’s crazy. Please amaze me.
Arielle, you’re gonna find it
in a place you always knew
Arielle, you’re gonna see yourself
and finally know it’s true
The you’re gonna rise
and pull us all across the skies
upon your song.
Don’t be long. Don’t be long.
Arielle
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3. |
Serious: "Going West"
04:55
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Peter bought the van, and we drove it off the lot
Mr. Sincerity, in a moment of charity said,
"How much have you got?"
It was a 1963, and the pain was kinda gone
but the seats rolled back and the radio worked
and the damned thing seemed to run
And it was time.
Jimmy climbed aboard, and we loaded up the gear
Japtone drums and threadbare amps
that were just loud enough to hear
it was three against the world
as we left that one-horse town
to lock our horns with the City of Angels
and nothing could slow us down
Driving down the road I could've sworn I heard a voice
that seemed to follow me
It said, "Hold on to this time, in some corner of your mind
'cause you'll never be quite so free
or quite so strong
you'll never be quite so brave
or quote so young
Remember how it feels."
Rolling through the South
Nashville, Tennessee
A room for one and then came the fun
of sneaking in all three
And in Warner, Oklahoma
we put our Stetsons on
and we stood out on a corner on Winslow, Arizona
and acted out that song
Driving toward the sun I could've sworn I heard that voice
Thought I heard it say,
"As you pass through every town
you better take a good look around
'cause you'll never be back this way
back in time
you're gonna leave this place
so far behind
Remember how it feels
Just remember how it feels
Peter bought the van, and we drove it off the lot
Mr. Sincerity, in a moment of charity said,
"How much have you got?"
Driving down the road I could've sworn I heard a voice
that seemed to follow me
It said, "Hold on to this time, in some corner of your mind
'cause you'll never be quite so free
or quite so strong
you'll never be quite so brave
or quote so young
Remember how it feels."
(c) 2009, Ira Marlowe/Slow Reveal Music
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This little girl comes up to me
And mister, I apologize
She seemed so innocent
Skinny hips and Bambi eyes
Pale as the man in the moon
Talking ‘bout some people
Who might find her soon
No matter what you think
No matter what you do
Never fall in love with someone
Crazier than you
She’s got this photograph
She’s keeping from the CIA
Somebody famous
Wearing what looks like a negligee
Time for the wages of sin:
“Boy, I need a favor
That’s where you come in…”
Chorus
Count yourself lucky
You still can fly
Count yourself lucky
You’re too cool to die
Everybody’s got somebody
Living in the hole inside their head
Who bangs the Underwood
And writes the words you wish you never said
And all the things you swore
You’d never really do
Oh, come on, mister
I know you been there, too
Chorus
Count yourself lucky
You’re too cool to die
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5. |
Funny: "Yoga Class"
03:57
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There's been some damage to my chi
That's what the Master said to me
He wore a stoneground turtleneck and sandles made of rice
He was immeasurably old and insufferably nice
He said my chakras are a junkyard full of undiscarded rage
Yhen he mumbled something Sankrit
and he waved around some sage
There's just one thing
to save my ass
Yoga class
He sent me down to a tiny shop in Hinditown
I bought the forty dollar mat, I passed on the robe
Tthey handed me a crumpled list of ashrams and healthclubs
Where I could learn the ancient ways
And get that narly chi replaced
Yeah! yeah!
I seek the ancient eastern wisdom
I seek the stilling of the mind
I know my present lifestyle is dumb
time to get up on the path
time to kick some yoga ass
yeah! yeah!
a airy loft above the street
is where these yoga people meet
music softly twinkles in a gentle serenade
I find a spot beside a guy I think I beat up in fifth grade
the teacher prances in, a perky blond named Julie
she looks like vanna white but smells like b.o. and patchouli
she's the one
to get it done
yoga class
Fish pose and plow pose and lotus pose and locust pose
i'm twisting and I'm stretching and it hurts like fucking hell
A girl with hairy armpits smiles whipers "namaste"
Scrunched into a shoulder stand
I flip her off the best I can
yeah! yeah!
The class is drawing to a close
I'm laid out in the final pose
Deep in relaxation, I find my peace at last
Time has lost all meaning as I float upon the mat
Awakened hours later in a dim and empty room
by a tiny, ancient janitor who pokes me with his broom
he says my karma is a cesspool full of vile tumescent waste
and then he levitates right out the door
a smile upon his face
for in my hand
a three-week pass:
Yoga class
I seek the ancient eastern wisdom
I seek the quiet of the soul
I know this Master truly is one
and he knows of what he speaks
Get back to me in three weeks!
Yeah! yeah!
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6. |
Funny: "Sick in Oaxaca"
02:33
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Sick to my guts in Oaxaca
Having a hell of a time
If I ever get my hands on that taco-stand man...
Enchiladas con Chorizo
Shouldn't I know not to eat so many foolish things?
Oh, the wisdom pain can bring
Just another story from the traveling road
Another lonely rider
on a Mexican commode
Fetch me some papel de bano!!!!
Paper to throw on these ravenous fires
And I cannot go home
'til I abdicate this throne
hopefully sometime before my passport expires
Sick to my guts in Oaxaca
buns on the porcelain rim
If you've ever been to Mexico
I guess you already know:
Toilet seats are something that
Cortez forgot to bring with him
Montezuma!!!
O, hear me great vindictive king who bears that name!
Can't you see this Anglo boy is not to blame?
Call of this war on my innocent colon
I truly am sorry your treasures got stolen
But Pepto de Bismol I've chugged by the bottle
Still I stare at a bowl full of Quetzalcoatl
Won't you take pity on a skinny musician?
I'm not such a gringo
I'm from San Francisco
I live in the Mission
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7. |
Funny: "Fern-bar Blues"
03:08
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I used to laugh
I used to chuckle
at the guy in the bar with the folk guitar
and the beer hanging over his buckle
Paid to croon those wimpy tunes
I said I know my luck'll
never run that low
But what did I know?
Because I gotta eat, I gotta eat a little crow
I've been a waiter, I've been a temp
I've had the horror of holding as many jobs
as Larry, Moe and Shemp
But life could not prepare me
for the role I now must fill
as a Desperado on the Dock of the Bay
in Margueritaville
Oh, Lord
Lord, can't you see I've paid my dues
I've got the mellow-rock-folkie-in-the-corner-of-a-fern-bar blues
I'm gettin' heckled
This group of fellas
Pushed to the brink by those very large drinks
with those very small umbrellas
They're well beyond reason, I must appease them
the tension is growing deadly
Can I reach in my soul and summon the strength
to play a Don Ho medley?
Oh, Lord
Lord, can't you see I've paid my dues
I've got the mellow-rock-folkie-in-the-corner-of-a-fern-bar blues
There's a lady at the bar
She's a scary kinda creature
she's got hairs on every mole
and she's got moles on every feature
A gargoyle on a barstool, leering into my eyes
licking off her lipstick and slugging down Mai-Tai's
There's a two-ton drunken sailor
and my life is now imperiled
'cause I blew the last line of the seventeenth verse of
"The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"
There's a real estate man with a tanning-booth tan
demanding to hear "Piano Man"
and the bag at the bar just sent me a beer
and I think that it's time to get out of here
Oh, I used to laugh
I used to chuckle
at the guy in the bar with the folk guitar
and the beer hanging over his buckle
Paid to croon those wimpy tunes
I said I know my luck'll
never run that low
But what did I know?
Because I gotta eat, I gotta eat a little crow
I've been a waiter, I've been a temp
I've had the horror of holding as many jobs
as Larry, Moe and Shemp
But life could not prepare me
for the role I now must fill
as a Desperado on the Dock of the Bay
in Margueritaville
Oh, Lord
Lord, can't you see I've paid my dues
I've got the mellow-rock-folkie-in-the-corner-of-a-fern-bar blues
I'm gettin' heckled
This group of fellas
Pushed to the brink by those very large drinks
with those very small umbrellas
They're well beyond reason, I must appease them
the tension is growing deadly
Can I reach in my soul and summon the strength
to play a Don Ho medley?
Oh, Lord
Lord, can't you see I've paid my dues?
I've got the mellow-rock-folkie-abandoning-hope-at-the-end-of-his-rope-in-the-corner-of-a-fern-bar blues
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8. |
Funny: "The Coffee Song"
02:20
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First thing in the morning
and if I had my way
the morning wouldn't come so goddamned
early in the day
But I've got the magic potion
to set my ass in motion
Three or four cups more
and I might get out the door
My doctor says to cool it
He thinks he's so smart
He says I better listen
before I percolate my heart
But I pour myself a cup or two
for every word he says
And I quaff a quart of caffeine
for every little bean
picked by Juan Valdez
See, me I have this theory
and it drips with the truth
it says, "Mrs. Olson's saved more marriages
than Dr. Ruth"
'Cause if baby's cup don't measure up
there's gonna be remorse:
She'll be brewing discontent
and leaving grounds for divorce
Now I'm sitting in a Denny's
and I'm feeling so fine
as the waitress fills my cup up
for the 52nd time
But now she's looking at me funny
She's moving kinda slow
Something ain't right here
I don't know...
I got places to go, people to see
Get me my chack, dammit!
Chop-chop, honey!
What's wrong with these people?
They think I've got all day?
And why is everybody looking at me that way?!?
There's something going on here
They're all out to get me
It's part of a big plot!
How much you wanna bet me?!?
They're trying to do me in!
What else am I to think?!?
They're gonna stab me in the back!
Or... put something... in my... drink.
(c) 1988, Ira Marlowe/Slow Reveal Music (BMI)
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9. |
Kids: "The Teasing Bird"
04:47
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The Teasing Bird would fly around
above the playground, shouting down
"You're too fat!" "You're too thin!"
"You talk funny!""What's wrong with your skin?"
The Teasing Bird would flap his wings
while he said the meanest things
"You've got glasses!" "What a big nose!"
"You're not cool!" "You've got old clothes!"
But all those ugly words he tossed around
Well, they began to slowly weigh him down
The Teasing Bird
Made people hurt
Made people cry
Until the day he found
He could no longer fly
No longer fly
Have you ever seen a grown bird cry?
Spoken:
See, the Teasing Bird? He wasn't very happy.
And he thought, maybe if he made other people unhappy, he'd start feeling better.
But you know what? It doesn't work that way.
The way to be happy is to make other people happy.
Ane the Teasing Bird? He just felt worse and worse and worse...
The Teasing Bird had to walk
to that playground, sixteen blocks! (What a ridiculous way to travel!)
He saw the look in people's eyes
as he prepared to apologize
“I know how awful I must seem
But I thought being unhappy was what made me mean. (Not so, apparently…)
Turns out, being mean is what made me unhappy
What I’m about to say might sound sappy, but…
I'm really sorry for the things I've said
From now on I'll say nicer things instead.”
A happy bird
Says happy words
Sings happy songs
And all the happy people get to sing along
Sing along, sing along, sing along
"You have a great smile!" "You're so nice."
"You're really strong!" "Beautiful bike!"
"Pretty shoes!" "Lovely hair!"
"Hey, look what's happening! I'm in the air!"
The Teasing Bird bird flew around
to every playground that he found
"Great catch!" "Nice throw!" "You sure run fast!"
"Wow, way to go!"
A happy bird
Says happy words
Sings happy songs
And all the happy people get to sing along
Sing along, sing along, sing along
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10. |
Kids: "Molly the Moose"
03:42
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Molly the Moose got loose in New York City (The moose is loose!)
Molly the Moose said, “This zoo just will not do!”
She didn’t need antlers, she asked her handlers
To please hand over the keys
Molly asked nicely
When you weight 900 pounds
You don’t have to throw your weight around
Everybody wants to be free
Everybody wants to be free
Everybody wants to be free
Molly the Moose was too big for the subway (The moose is loose!)
Molly the Moose went marching right down Broadway (The moose is loose!)
Folks from the press snapped photographs
Policemen yelled, the kids all laughed
Now, a talking moose is a crazy thing
But it’s stranger when they sing
And what did Molly sing?
Everybody wants to be free
Everybody wants to be free
Everybody wants
--to feel the grass between their toes
--to feel the sunshine on their nose
--to taste the rain, to sniff the breeze
--to live their life the way they please
Everybody wants to be free
The moose is loose!
Molly the Moose was in no great big hurry (The moose is loose!)
But pretty soon she found herself in Jersey (The moose is loose!)
Now, hitchhiking is no way to travel
Unless you are a giant mammal
Molly caught a ride on a big Mac truck with Manitoba plates
And you could hear her song
All along the interstate
Everybody wants to be free
Everybody wants to be free
Everybody wants
--to feel the grass between their toes
--to feel the sunshine on their nose
--to taste the rain, to sniff the breeze
--to live their life the way they please
Everybody wants to be free
The moose is loose!
Molly the Moose got loose in New York City
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11. |
Kids: "Monkey Dance"
03:27
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Monkey, monkey
How come you dance so funky?
Monkey, monkey
How come you dance so funky?
You got a face like a funny old man
Monkey, monkey
A long, strong tail and four good hands
Monkey, monkey
Deep in the jungle you swing through the trees
Like the tiniest man on the flying trapeze
Monkey, you're so funky
Oo oo ah ah Oo oo ah ah
Oo oo ah ah Oo oo ah ah
Hey! Hey!
Oo oo ah ah Oo oo ah ah
Oo oo ah ah Oo oo ah ah
Hey! Hey!
Look at that monkey dance!
Just look at that monkey dance!
Chorus
Put your hands under your arms and scratch!
Wiggle your head, shake your tail and clap!
Reach your hands way up high!
If a monkey looks happy
Well, you know why
Monkey, monkey
How come you dance so funky?
Monkey, monkey
How come you dance so funky?
You got a face like a funny old man
Monkey, monkey
A long, strong tail and four good hands
Monkey, monkey
Deep in the Jungle you swing through the trees
Like the tiniest man on the flying trapeze
Monkey, you're so funky
Oo oo ah ah Oo oo ah ah
Oo oo ah ah Oo oo ah ah
Hey! Hey!
Oo oo ah ah Oo oo ah ah
Oo oo ah ah Oo oo ah ah
Hey! Hey!
Look at that monkey dance!
Just look at that monkey dance!
Chorus
You can shake and shimmy an'
dance like a simian!
You can shake and shimmy an'
dance like a simian!
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12. |
Kids: "All the Colors"
04:20
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A little gray man, with purple shoes
a big red overcoat, and pants of baby blue
A second-hand store, he walked into
He said, "I'd like to leave these clothes."
"There's a green shirt, yellow socks
orange underwear with bright pink polka-dots
I'm not from the Earth, but I like it a lot
'cause here you've got...
All the colors
All the colors of the rainbow
All the colors
All the colors of the rainbow
Where I'm from, that little point of light
all we see is black and white
So when I landed, well imagine my delight
what a sight
All the colors
All the colors of the rainbow
All the colors
All the colors of the rainbow
And when it rains
and the sun shines through
there's a rainbow
As if the Earth just loves to show
what it can do
Pretty soon, I'll have to go
They're expecting me and my fuel is running low
But when I go back, so I can't bring all these clothes
I think it's best, if they don't know
All the colors
All the colors of the rainbow
All the colors
All the colors of the rainbow
I gotta go
I gotta go now...
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