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You can be part of a miracle.

by Save My House

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
5.
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!
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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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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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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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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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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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THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU to all the people who've already bought songs and passed this link around. I'm still in my house!!!! Please do what you can to keep this circling the globe, and this insane idea just might work.

Like a lot of sad people, I'm going through a divorce. And like a lot of sad people, my wife and I bought our little house in Oakland, CA at the worst possible time--at the top of the market, and at an interest rate that now seems predatory. I built a small recording studio in the garage and I'm now fighting with everything I've got to hang onto this house -- on just my income as a musician and dogwalker.

I'm not asking for charity! All I ask is that you take a peek at the songs on this page and, if anything appeals to you, spend $1 to download one song. (You can also download ALL the songs for as little as $3!) Then, PLEASE forward this link to some friends, and/or post it on your Facebook, MySpace or Twitter page and encourage others to do the same. ADDING A PERSONAL MESSAGE WILL MAKE A HUGE DIFFERENCE. With your help, this is a miracle-in-the-making.

Over the years I've written hundreds of songs, but to keep things simple I've picked twelve of my very best, in three different categories. I can't thank you enough for simply taking a moment to listen.

Gratefully,
Ira Marlowe

PS--If you like what you hear, I just released "Lucky", my first CD for adults in seven years, available exclusively on Bandcamp:
iramarlowe.bandcamp.com


www.iramarlowe.com (more grown-ups music)
www.brainytunes.com (kids music)
www.wadepivonski.com (comedy)

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released December 4, 2009

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