The Lyrics |
Latest update 13 January 2007 by Bob Ames
I put up a page for the Poetry a while back, so this one logically followed.
This went through a major update in November 2005 when David Freeman picked apart every entry and looked up the attributions and lyrics.
The Godwulf Manuscript
Winter Wonderland
Mrs. Robinson
The Sweetheart of Sigma Chi
God Save the Child
Oh, what a beautiful morning
God bless the child
My Prayer
Boogie-Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B
Mortal Stakes
Summertime
Ol' man river
Easter Bonnet
I bought you violets for your furs
Buttons and bows
There'll always be an England
Chatanooga Choo Choo
Carolina in the morning
When you and I were young, Maggie
Good Old Siwash
High Noon
Promised Land
Stereophonic sound
Old cape cod
Love and marriage
The Judas Goat
A nightingale sang in Berkley Square
England swings like a pendulum do
Singing in the rain
Still Water (Love)
These foolish things
Oh! Susanna
My heart stood still
With a little help from my friends
Do nothing till you here from me
No more Mr. Nice Guy
A foggy day in London Town
There'll be Blue Birds over the White Cliffs of Dover
Looking for Rachel Wallace
My one and only love
Zing went the strings of my heart
(Ah, the Apple Trees) When the world was young
Captain Corcoran
Joltin' Joe DiMaggio
Early Autumn
Early Autumn
For you
It might as well be spring
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
A Savage Place
Some Enchanted
Evening
Born in a Trunk
Ceremony
I'll remember April
Spring is here
Love is a many splendored thing
The Widening Gyre
Alfie
Over the River and Through the Woods
Over the Hills and Far Away
Me and Bobby McGee
It might as well be spring
Button up your overcoat
The Impossible Dream
Valediction
High Noon
Saturday night is the loneliest night of the week
It might as well be spring
Live for life
A Catskill Eagle
Civilizization (Bongo, Bongo,Bongo)
The Sound of Music
Happy Trails
Sixteen tons
Taming a Sea Horse
That old black magic
Manhattan
New York state of mind
Lullaby of Broadway
Something cool
You wonderful you
My attorney Bernie
Pale Kings and Princes
I love a parade
Midnight Sun
As time goes by
Crimson Joy
You go to my head
Proud Mary
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Playmates
New York, New York
Stardust
Deck the halls
America the beautiful
Pastime
Wind beneath my wings
The eggplant that ate Chicago
Concord Hymn
A good man is hard to find
(Ah the Apple Trees) When the world was young
Fit as a fiddle
The Second Time Around
Double Deuce
And when I die
No business like show business
American Pie
Paper Doll
Paper Doll
Home on the range
Camelot
Let the good times roll
Walking Shadow
I got rhythm
Lucky in love
You're so vain
Two sleepy people
Summertime
Since I fell for you
Hit the road, Jack
Ya got trouble
Sixteen tons
True love never runs smooth
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Thin Air
Kisses sweeter than wine
Little Green Apples
Proud Mary
Chance
When Joanna loved me
Evelina
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Concord Hymn
Ticket to ride
School's out
Small Vices
Thanks for the Memory
Mrs. Robinson
Boola Boola
Route 66
Sudden Mischief
A good man is hard to find
Good Golly Miss Molly
Modern Major General
Lush Life
The last farewell
Big Yellow Taxi
Hush Money
I've got a crush on you
Rum and Coca-Cola
Louie Louie
True love never runs smooth
They can't take that away from me
Younger than springtime
The Victors
Hugger Mugger
Day in, day out
Georgia on my mind
Love makes the world go round - Ollie Jones
Love makes the world go round - Carnival, Lili
Love makes the world go round - The Powerpuff Girls
What's love got to do with it
The last farewell
San Francisco
California here I come
(I left my heart) In San Francisco
Hostess with the mostes'
Potshot
The twelfth of never
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Let the good times roll
I only have eyes for you
Route 66
Home on the range
Girls just want to have fun
Always on my mind
Viva Las Vegas
Widow's Walk
Me and My Shadow
Those were the days my friend
Hot Diggity (Dog Diggity)
Younger than Springtime
Ol' man river
Faraway Places
Lush Life
One for my Baby
Back Story
Fight Fiercely, Harvard
Bad Business
But not for me
On a Clear Day
Let's Get Away from it All
Take me out to the Ball Game
Singing in the Rain
All Our Yesterdays
I know my love
Soon It's Gonna Rain
Take me out to the Ballgame
Gigi
Perish Twice
A good man is hard to find
The music goes round and round
The candy man
On the sunny side of the street
Shrink Rap
I'll remember you
Camelot
Is that all there is
Crazy moon
I thought about you
Everything happens to me
I'm gonna go fishing (and catch me a trout)
Melancholy Baby
I am woman
This could be the start of
something big
I'll remember April
The times, they are a-changing.
Winter Wonderland
Words: Dick Smith Music: Felix Bernard
Intro:
Over the ground lies a mantle of white,
A heaven of diamonds shine down through the night
Two hearts are thrillin' in spite of the chill in the weather.
Love knows no season, love knows no clime,
Romance can blossom any old time,
Here in the open we're walking and hoping together! Together...
Together... to-geth-er...
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight
Walkin' in a winter wonderland
Gone away is the bluebird
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song as we go along
Walkin' in a winter wonderland
In the meadow we can build a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say are you married
We'll so no man,
But you can do the job when you're in town
Later on we'll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we made
Walkin' in a winter wonderland
Mentioned in The Godwulf Manuscript ch. 11
Words by Byron D. Stokes Music by F. Dudleigh Vernor
When the world goes wrong, as it's bound to do
And you've broken Dan Cupid's bow
And you long for the girl you used to love
the maid of the long ago
Why light your pipe, bid sorrow avaunt,
Blow the smoke from your alter of dreams
And wreathe the face of your dream-girl there
The love that is just what it seems.
The girl of my dreams is the sweetest girl
Of all the girls I know
Each sweet co-ed, like a rainbow trail
Fades in the after glow
The blue of her eyes and the gold of her hair
Are a blend of the western sky
And the moonlight beams
On the girl of my dreams
She's the Sweetheart of Sigma Chi.
Mentioned in The Godwulf Manuscript ch. 19
Oh! What a Beautiful Morning
Words: Oscar Hammerstein II Music: Richard Rodgers
From the Broadway musical Oklahoma! 1943
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye
And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky
Oh, what a beautiful mornin', oh what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way
All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree
And the little ole willow is laughin' at me
Oh, what a beautiful mornin', oh, what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way
Mentioned in God Save the Child ch. 1
God Bless the Child
by Billie Holiday and Arthur Herzog Jr.
Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're gone, spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
He just worry 'bout nothin'
Cause he's got his own
Mentioned in God Save the Child (title)
My Prayer
Words: Jimmy Kennedy Music: Georges Boulanger
When the twilight is gone
and no songbirds are singing.
When the twilight is gone
You come into my heart
and here in my heart you will stay
while I pray.
My prayer
is to linger with you
at the end of the day
in a dream that's divine.
My prayer is a rapture in blue
with the world far away
and your lips close to mine.
Tonight while our hearts are aglow
Oh! tell me the words
that I'm longing to know.
My prayer
and the answer you give
may they still be the same
for as long as we live.
That you'll always be there
at the end of my prayer.
Mentioned in God Save the Child, ch. 19
Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy
Words: Hughie Prince
Music: Don Raye
He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam
It really brought him down, because he couldn't jam
The Captain seemed to understand
Because the next day the Cap' went out and drafted a band
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
A-toot a-toot, a-toot diddle-ee-ada-toot
He blows it eight to the bar
In boogie rhythm
He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar
Is playin' with 'im
He makes the company jump when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
He was the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle
He's as busy as a bzz bee
And when he plays he makes the company jump
Eight to the bar
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
Toot toot toot
Toot diddle-ee-ada-toot-diddle-ee-ada
Toot toot he blows it eight to the bar
He can't blow a note
If the bass and guitar isn't with 'im
A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night
And wakes them up the same way in the early bright
They clap their hands and stamp their feet
Because they know how he plays
When someone gives him a beat
He really breaks it up when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
Mentioned in God Save the Child, ch. 20
Words: DuBose Heyward and Ira Gershwin
Music: George Gershwin
From the 1935 musical Porgy and Bess
Summertime, an' the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high
Oh, Yo daddy's rich an' yo' ma is good lookin'
So hush, little baby, don't you cry
One of these mornin's, you goin' to rise up singin'
Then you'll spread yo' wings an' you'll take to the sky
But till that mornin', there's a nothin' can harm you
With daddy & mammy standin' by
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 1, Walking Shadow ch. 22.
Ol' Man River
Words: Oscar Hammerstein II Music: Jerome Kern
From the musical Show Boat 1927
Here we all work 'long the Mississippi
Here we all work while the white folk play
Pullin' them boats from the dawn till sunset
Gettin' no rest till the judgment day
Don't look up and don't look down
Ya don't dast make the white boss frown
Bend your knees and bow your head
And pull that rope until you're dead
Let me go 'way from the Mississippi
Let me go 'way from the white man boss
Show me that stream called the River Jordan
That's the old stream that I long to cross
Ol' Man River, that Ol' Man River
He must know somepin', but he don't say nothin'
He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along
He don't plant taters, and he don't plant cotton
And them what plants 'em is soon forgotten
But Ol' Man River, jest keeps rollin' along
You and me, we sweat and strain
Bodies all achin' and wracked with pain
Tote that barge and lift that bale
Ya get a little drunk and ya lands in ja-ail
I gets weary and so sick of tryin'
I'm tired of livin', but I'm feared of dyin'
And Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 10, Widow's Walk ch. 39
Words and music by Irving Berlin
From the film Easter Parade, 1948
Never saw you look quite so pretty before
Never saw you dress quite so handsome - what's more
I could hardly wait to keep our date
This lovely Easter morning
And my heart beat fast as I came through the door
For...
In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it
You'll be the grandest fella in the Easter parade.
I'll be all in clover, and when they look us over
We'll be the proudest couple in the Easter parade.
On the avenue, Fifth Avenue,
The photographers will snap us
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet, about your Easter bonnet
And of the guy I'm taking to the Easter Parade.
On the avenue, Fifth Avenue,
The photographers will snap us
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet
About your Easter bonnet
And of the girl I'm taking to the Easter Parade.
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 12
Words: Tom Adair Music: Matt Dennis
In was winter in Manhattan
Falling snowflakes filled the air
The streets were covered with a film of ice
But a little simple magic
That I'd heard about somewhere
Chanced the weather all around
Just within a trice
I bought you violets for you furs
And it was spring for a while, remember
I bought you violets for you furs
And there was April in that December
The snow drifted down on the flowers
And it melted where I lay
The snow looked like dew on the blossoms
As on a summer day
I bought you violets for your furs
And there was blue in the winter sky
Then you pinned the violets to your furs
And gave a lift to the crowds passing by
You smiled at me so sweetly
Since then one thought occurs
Then we fell in love completely
The day that I bought you
Violets for your furs
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch.13
Words and music by Jay Livingstone and Ray Evans
From the movie Paleface, 1948
East is east and west is west
And the wrong one I have chose
Let's go where I'll keep on wearin'
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Rings and things and buttons and bows
Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And I'll stand out
In buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love ya' longer, stronger where
Yer friends don't tote a gun
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes
Let's vamoose where gals keep usin'
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows
Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 17
by Ross Parker and Hughie Charles
From the 1941 film Nice Girl?
There'll always be an England,
While there's a country lane.
Wherever there's a cottage small
Beside a field of grain
There'll always be an England
While there's a busy street.
Wherever there's a turning wheel
A million marching feet.
Red, white and blue
What does it mean to you?
Surely you're proud
Shout it loud
Britons awake!
The Empire too
We can depend on you.
Freedom remains
These are the chains
Nothing can break.
There'll always be an England
And England shall be free
If England means as much to you
As England means to me.
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 19
Chatanooga Choo-Choo
Words: Mack Gordon Music: Harry Warren
Pardon me, boy is that the Chatanooga Choo-Choo
Track twenty nine, boy, you can give me a shine,
I can afford to board a Chatanooga Choo-Choo,
I've got my fare and just a trifle to spare.
You leave the Pennsylvania station 'bout a quarter to four,
Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore,
Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer
Than to have ham 'n eggs in Carolina,
When you hear the whistle blowing eight to the bar
Then you know that Tennessee is not very far,
Shovel all the coal in, gotta keep it rollin'
Woo, Woo, Chattanooga there you are.
There's gonna be a certain party at the station
Satin and lace
I used to call funny face
She's gonna cry until I tell her that I never more will roam,
So Chattanooga Choo-Choo, C'mon and choo-choo me home.
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 20
Carolina in the Morning
Words: Walter Donaldson Music: Gus Kahn
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina
In the morning
Nothing could be sweeter than my sweetie when I meet her
In the morning.
Where the morning glories twine around the door,
Whispering pretty stories I long to hear once more.
Strollin' with my girlie where the dew is pearly, early
In the morning.
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup
At dawning.
If I had Aladdin's lamp For only a day,
I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say:
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina
In the morning.
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 20
When You And I Were Young, Maggie (1866)
Words: George W. Johnson Music: James Austin Butterfield
1.
I wandered today to the hill, Maggie,
To watch the scene below;
The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie,
As we used to long ago.
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie,
Where first the daisies sprung;
The creaking old mill is still, Maggie,
Since you and I were young.
CHORUS
And now we are a-ged and gray, Maggie,
And the trials of life nearly done;
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie,
When you and I were young.
2.
A city so silent and lone, Maggie,
When the young and the gay and the best,
In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie,
Have each found a place of rest,
Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie,
And join in the songs that were sung;
For we sang as gay as they, Maggie,
When you and I were young.
(CHORUS)
3.
They say I am feeble with age, Maggie,
My steps are less sprightly than then,
My face is a well written page, Maggie,
But time alone was the pen.
They say we are aged and gray, Maggie,
As sprays by the white breakers flung;
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie,
When you and I were young.
(CHORUS)
Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 21
Words: Ned Washington Music: Dimitri Tiomkin
Performed by Tex Ritter in the1952 movie High Noon
"Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin', On this our wedding day.
Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin', Wait, wait along.
The noonday train will bring Frank Miller. If I'm a man I must be brave,
And I must face that deadly killer, Or lie a coward--a craven coward--or lie a coward in my grave.
Oh, to be torn 'twixt love and duty! S'posin' I lose my fair-eyed beauty?
Look at that big hand move along, Nearin' high noon!
He made a vow while in state's prison That it would be my life or
his'n.
I'm not afraid of death, but oh, What will I do if you leave me?
Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin', You made that promise when we wed.
Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin', Although you're grievin', I can't be
leavin' until I shoot Frank Miller dead."
Mentioned in: Mortal Stakes ch. 25, Valediction ch. 22.
Stereophonic Sound
Words and music by Cole Porter
from the 1955 musical Silk Stockings
<special thanks to David Freeman for the original, un-cleaned-up lyrics>
Today to get the public to attend a picture show
It's not enough to advertise a famous star they know
If you want to get the crowd to come around, You gotta have
Glorious Technicolor
Breath-taking Cinemascope
and stereophonic sound
If Zanuck's latest picture were the gold old-fashioned kind
There'd be no one in front to look at Marilyn's behind
If you want to hear applauding hands resound, You gotta have
Glorious Technicolor
Breath-taking Cinemascope
and stereophonic sound
The customers don't like to see the groom embrace the bride
Unless her lips are scarlet and her bosom's five feet wide, in
Glorious Technicolor
Breath-taking Cinemascope,
or Cinerama, VistaVision, Superscope, or Todd-A-O
and stereophonic sound
and stereophonic sound
You all remember Lassie that beloved canine star
To see her wag her tail the crowds would come from near and far
But at present she'd be just another hound, unless she had
Glorious Technicolor
Breath-taking Cinemascope
and stereophonic sound
I lately did a picture at the bottom of the sea-
I rassled with an octopus and licked an anchovee
but the public wouldn't care if I had drowned, unless I had
Glorious Technicolor
Breath-taking Cinemascope
and stereophonic sound
If Ava Gardner played Godiva riding on a mare
The people wouldn't pay a cent to see her in the bare, unless she had
Glorious Technicolor
or Cinecolor or Warnercolor or Pathécolor or Eastmancolor or Kodacolor or any
color
and stereophonic sound
As an extra tonic,
Stereophonic sound
There was a time when dancing was so intimate and sleek
A fellow hugged his partner as they cuddled cheek to cheek
Now he doesn't even know if she's around, because they're in
Glorious Technicolor
Breath-taking Cinemascope
and Stereophonic sound
It's not enough today to see a dancer at his ease
He's gotta throw his back out and come sliding on his knees, he's gotta have
Glorious Russian ballet
or Modern ballet, or English ballet, or Chinese ballet, or Hindu ballet, or Bali
ballet, or any ballet
and stereophonic sound
and stereophonic sound
Mentioned in Promised Land ch. 2
Old Cape Cod
Written by Claire Rothrock, Milt Yakus, and Allan Jeffrey
If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
If you like the taste of a lobster stew
Served by a window with an ocean view
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
Winding roads that seem to beckon you
Miles of green beneath a sky of blue
Church bells chimin' on a Sunday morn
Remind you of the town where you were born
If you spend an evening you'll want to stay
Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
Mentioned in Promised Land ch. 10
Love and Marriage
Words: Jimmy Van Heusen
Music: Sammy Cahn
Love and marriage, love and marriage
Go together like a horse and carriage
This I tell you brother
You can't have one without the other
Love and marriage, love and marriage
It's an institute you can't disparage
Ask the local gentry
And they will say it's elementary
Try, try, try to separate them
It's an illusion
Try, try, try, and you will only come
To this conclusion
Love and marriage, love and marriage
Go together like a horse and carriage
Dad was told by mother
You can't have one without the other
Mentioned in Promised Land ch. 13
A Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
Words: Eric Maschwitz Music: Manny Sherwin
That certain night, the night we met
There was magic abroad in the air
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I'm perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
The moon that lingered over London town
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown
How could he know we two were so in love
The whole darn world was upside down
The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And as we kissed and said goodnight
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
I know 'cause I was there,
That night in Berkeley Square.
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 6
Words and music by Roger Miller
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little children
Now, if you huff and puff and you fin'lly save enough
Money up to take your family on a trip across the sea
Take a tip before you take your trip
Let me tell you where to go
Go to England, oh
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little children
Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache,
Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass,
Tryin' to mock the way they talk, fun but all in vain,
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes.
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little children
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little children
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 9
Words: Arthur Freed Music: Nacio Herb Brown
From the 1952 movie Singing in the Rain
I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds so dark up above
The sun's in my heart and I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase everyone from the place
Come on with the rain, I've a smile on my face
I'll walk down the lane with a happy refrain
Just singing, singing in the rain
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 11, Bad Business ch. 57.
by Frank Wilson and Smoky Robinson
Never you mind if I
Don't tell strangers passing by
If I don't brag
If I don't brag or boast
Click my glass and say a toast
About my love for you
How it runs so deep and true
And yet it's so
'Cause don't you know, ohh
Still waters run deep
Still waters run deep
Still waters run deep
Still waters run deep
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 19
These Foolish Things
Words: Holt Marvell Music: Jack Strachey and Harry Link
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces,
An airline ticket to romantic places,
And still my heart has wings,
These Foolish Things remind me of you..
A tinkling piano in the next apartment,
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant,
A fairground's painted swings,
These Foolish Things remind me of you..
You came.. you saw.. you conquered me,
When you did that to me, I knew somehow this had to be..
The winds of March that makes my heart a dancer,
A telephone that rings but who's to answer?
Oh how the ghost of you clings!
These Foolish Things remind me of you...
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 20
Words and music by Stephen C. Foster
I came from Alabama, with my banjo on my knee,
I'm g'wan to Louisiana my true love for to see,
It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry,
The sun so hot I froze to death; Susanna, don't you cry.
chorus:
Oh! Susanna, Oh! don't you cry for me,
I've come from Alabama, with my banjo on my knee.
I jumped aboard the telegraph, and traveled down the river,
De 'lectrie fluid magnified, and killed five hundred Niggers;
De engine bust, de horse run off, I really thought I'd die;
I shut my eyes to hold my breath, Susanna, don't you cry.
chorus
I had a dream de odder night when ebery ting was still;
I thought I saw Susanna, a coming down de hill.
De buckwheat cake war in her mouth, the tear was in her eye,
Says I'm coming from de South, Susanna, don't you cry.
chorus
I soon will be in New Orleans, and den I'll look all round,
And when I find Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her, Dis darkie'll surely die,
And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna, don't you cry.
chorus
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 22
With a Little Help from My Friends
Written by Paul McCartney and John Lennon
What would you think if I sang out of tune,
would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
and I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends.
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends.
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends.
What do I do when my love is away?
(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day?
(Are you sad because you're on your own?)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends.
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends.
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can't tell you but I know it's mine.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends.
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends.
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends.
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends.
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends.
...with a little help from my friends.
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 24
Words: Lorenz Hart Music: Richard Rogers
From the 1927 movie A Connecticut Yankee
I took one look at you, that's all I meant to do
And then my heart stood still,
My feet could step and walk, my lips could move and talk
And yet my heart stood still.
Though not a single word was spoken, I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands told me so well you knew
I never lived at all until the thrill of that moment
When my heart stood still.
I laughed at sweethearts I met at schools
All indiscreet hearts seemed romantic fools
A house in Iceland was my heart's domain
I saw your eyes, now castles rise in Spain!
Though not a single word was spoken, I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands told me so well that you knew
I never lived at all until the thrill of that moment
When my heart stood still.
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 23
Do Nothing Till You Hear From Me
Words: Bob Russell Music: Edward "Duke" Ellington
Do nothing till you hear from me,
Pay no attention to what's said.
Why people tear the seams of anyone's dreams
Is over my head.
Do nothing till you hear from me,
At least consider our romance.
If you should take the words of others you've heard,
I haven't a chance.
True, I've been seen with someone new,
But does that mean that I've been untrue?
When we're apart,
The words in my heart
Reveal how I feel about you.
Some kiss may cloud my memory,
And other arms may hold a thrill,
But please do nothing till you hear from me
And you never will
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 27
words and music by Alice Cooper
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'Til they got a hold of me.
I opened doors for little old ladies, I helped the blind to see.
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers. They can't be seen with me
and I'm gettin' real shot down and I'm feeling mean.
No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say he's sick, he's obscene.
My dog bit me on the leg today. My cat clawed my eyes.
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle, and dad has to hide.
I went to church incognito. When everybody rose,
the Reverend Smith, he recognized me, and punched me in the nose.
He said:
No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
You're sick, you're obscene.
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 27
Words: Ira Gershwin Music: George Gershwin
I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self-pity
What to do? What to do? What to do?
The outlook was decidedly blue
But as I walked through the foggy streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known
CHORUS
A foggy day in London Town
Had me low and had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm
The British Museum had lost its charm
How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles hadn't passed,
For, suddenly, I saw you there
And through foggy London Town
The sun was shining everywhere.
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 30
(There'll Be Bluebirds Over) The White Cliffs Of Dover
Words: Nat Burton Music: Walter Kent
There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover
Tomorrow, just you wait and see
There'll be love and laughter and peace ever after
Tomorrow when the world is free
The shepherd will tend his sheep
The valley will bloom again
And Jimmy will go to sleep
In his own little room again
There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover
Tomorrow, just you wait and see
Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 30
Words: Robert Mellin Music: Guy Wood
The very thought of you makes my heart sing,
Like an April breeze on the wings of spring
And you come to me all your splendor,
My one and only love
The shadow's fall and spread their mystique charms
in the hush of night, while you're in my arms.
I feel your lips, so warm and tender,
My one and only love
The touch of your hand is like heaven. A heaven that I've never known
The blush on your cheek, whenever I speak, tells me that you are my own
You fill my eager heart with such desire,
Every kiss you give sets my soul on fire
I give myself in sweet surrender,
My one and only love
Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 4
Zing! Went The Strings of My Heart
Words and music by James F. Hanley
Never could carry a tune
Never knew where to start
You came along, when everything was wrong
And put a song in my heart
Dear when you smiled at me
I heard a melody
It haunted me from the start
Something inside of me, started a symphony
Zing! Went the strings of my heart
'Twas like a breath of spring
Heard a robin sing
'Bout a nest set apart
All nature seemed to be, in perfect harmony
Zing! Went the strings of my heart
Your eyes made skies blue again
What else could I do again
Keep repeating through again
I love you, I love you
I still recall the thrill
Guess I always will
I hoped will never depart
All nature seemed to be, in perfect harmony
Zing! Went the strings of my heart
Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 9
(Ah, the Apple Trees) When the World was Young
Words: Johnny Mercer & Angele Vannier Music: Philippe Bloch
It isn't by chance I happen to be, a boulevardier, the toast of Paris.
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a joke.
I walk in a room, a party or ball, "Come sit over here" somebody will call.
"A drink for M'sieur, a drink for us all! But how many times I stop and recall.
Ah, the apple trees, Blossoms in the breeze, That we walked among,
Lying in the hay, Games we used to play, While the rounds were sung,
Only yesterday when the world was young.
Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself, is some sort of fame,
"Come by for a drink, we're having a game," wherever I go I'm glad that I came.
The talk is quite gay, the company fine, there's laughter and lights, and glamour and wine,
And beautiful girls and some of them mine, but often my eyes see a diff'rent shine.
Ah, the apple trees, Sunlit memories, Where the hammock swung,
On our backs we'd lie, Looking at the sky, Till the stars were strung,
Only last July when the world was young.
While sitting around, we often recall, The laugh of the year, the night of them all.
The blonde who was so attractive that year, Some opening night that made us all cheer.
Remember that time we all got so tight, And Jacques and Antoine got into a fight.
The gendarmes who came, passed out like a light, I laugh with the rest, it's all very bright.
Ah, the apple trees, And the hive of bees Where we once got stung,
Summers at Bordeaux, Rowing the bateau, Where the willow hung,
Just a dream ago, when the world was young.
Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 16
Captain Corcoran
Words: Sir William S. Gilbert Music: Sir Arthur Sullivan
From the musical "H.M.S. Pinafore"
CAPT. I am the Captain of the Pinafore;
ALL. And a right good captain, too!
CAPT. You're very, very good,
And be it understood,
I command a right good crew,
ALL. We're very, very good,
And be it understood,
He commands a right good crew.
CAPT. Though related to a peer,
I can hand, reef, and steer,
And ship a selvagee;
I am never known to quail
At the furry of a gale,
And I'm never, never sick at sea!
ALL. What, never?
CAPT. No, never!
ALL. What, never?
CAPT. Hardly ever!
ALL. He's hardly ever sick at sea!
Then give three cheers, and one cheer more,
For the hardy Captain of the Pinafore!
Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 16
Joltin' Joe DiMaggio
Words and music by Alan Courtney
Who started baseball's famous streak
That's got us all aglow?
He's just a man and not a freak,
Joltin' Joe DiMaggio.
Joe, Joe DiMaggio
We want you on our side.
From Coast to Coast, that's all you hear
Of Joe the One-Man Show.
He's glorified the horsehide sphere,
Joltin' Joe DiMaggio.
Joe, Joe DiMaggio.
We want you on our side.
He'll live in baseball's Hall of Fame,
He got there blow-by-blow.
Our kids will tell their kids his name,
Joltin' Joe DiMaggio.
Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 30
Words: Johnny Mercer Music: Ralph Burns and Woody Herman
When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze
and touches with her hand the summer trees,
perhaps you'll understand what memories I own.
There's a dance pavilion in the rain all shuttered down,
a winding country lane all russet brown,
a frosty window pane shows me a town grown lonely.
That spring of ours that started so April-hearted,
seemed made for just a boy and girl.
I never dreamed, did you, any fall would come in view
so early, early.
Darling if you care, please, let me know,
I'll meet you anywhere, I miss you so.
Let's never have to share another early autumn
Mentioned in Early Autumn (title)
Words: Al Dubin Music: Joe Burke 1933
I will gather stars out of the blue,
For you, for you
I'll make a string of pearls out of the dew,
For you, for you
Over the highway and over the street,
Carpets of clover I'll lay at your feet
Oh, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do,
For you, for you
Over the highway and over the street,
Carpets of clover I will lay at your feet
Oh, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do,
For you, for you
Mentioned in Early Autumn ch. 1
Words: Oscar Hammerstein Music: Richard Rogers
From the 1945 movie State Fair
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever
But I know it isn't spring
I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightengale without a song to sing
Oh why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never heard from a man I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
It might as well be spring.
Mentioned in Early Autumn ch.10, The Widening Gyre ch. 23, and Valediction ch. 40
Salagadoola mechicka boola
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Put 'em together and what have you got
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Salagadoola mechicka boola
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
It'll do magic believe it or not
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Salagadoola means mechicka booleroo
But the thingmabob
that does the job
is bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Salagadoola menchicka boola
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Put 'em together and what have you got
bibbidi-bobbidi
bibbidi-bobbidi
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!
Mentioned in Early Autumn ch. 27
Words: Oscar Hammerstein II Music: Richard Rogers
From the 1949 musical South Pacific
Some enchanted evening you may see a stranger
You may see a stranger across a crowded room
And somehow you know, you know even then
That somewhere you'll see her again and again
Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing
You may hear her laughing across a crowded room
And night after night, as strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams
Who can explain it, who can tell you why
Fools give you reasons, wise men never try
Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love
When you feel her call you across a crowded room
Then fly to her side and make her your own
Or all through your life you may dream all alone
Once you have found her, never let her go
Once you have found her, never let her go
Mentioned in A Savage Place ch. 1
Words and music by Leonard Gershe
From the 1954 movie musical A Star is Born
Thank you, thank you very much
I can't express it any other way
For with this awful trembling in my heart
I just can't find another thing to say
I'm happy that you liked the show
I'm grateful you liked me
And I'm sure to you the tribute seemed quite right.
But if you knew of all the years
Of hopes and dreams and tears
You'd know it didn't happen overnight
Huh, overnight!
I was born in a trunk
In the Princess Theatre in Pocatella, Idaho
It was during the matinee on Friday
And they used a makeup towel for my didee
When I first saw the light
It was pink and amber
Coming from the footlights on the stage
When my dad carried me out there to say hello
They told me that I stopped the show.
So I grew up in a crazy world of dressing rooms
And hotel rooms and waiting rooms
And rooms behind-the-scenes.
And I can't forget the endless rows
Of sleepless nights and eatless nights
And nights without a nickel in my jeans.
But it's all in the game and the way you play it
And you've got to play the game you know.
When you're born in a trunk at the Princess Theatre
in Pocatello, Idaho.
At first I just stood and watched from the wings
That's all my mom and dad would allow.
But as I got older, I got a little bolder
And snuck out for their second bow.
They kept me in the act because they needed me
To milk applause
Until one night, they did a crazy thing
They left me out there all alone
Mama said 'you're on your own!'
And Papa shouted 'this is it kid, sing!'
Mentioned in A Savage Place ch. 9
Words: Patricia Johnston and Don Raye
Music Gene DePaul
from the 1942 Western musical comedy Ride 'em Cowboy
This lovely day will lengthen into evening,
We'll sigh good-bye to all we've ever had,
Alone where we have walked together,
I'll remember April and be glad
I'll be content, you loved me once in April,
Your lips were warm, and love an' spring were new,
But I'm not afraid of autumn, and her sorrow,
For I'll remember, April and you!
The fire will dwindle into glowing ashes,
For flames and love live such a little while
I won't forget, but I won't be lonely,
I'll remember April, and I'll smile
The fire will dwindle into glowing ashes,
For flames and love live such a little while
I won't forget, but I won't be lonely
I'll remember April, and I'll smile
Mentioned in Ceremony ch. 17, Melancholy Baby ch. 60
Words: Lorenz Hart Music: Richard Rodgers
from the 1938 movie I Married An Angel
Once there was a thing called spring
When the world was writing verses like yours and mine,
All the lads and girls would sing
When we sat at little tables and drank May wine.
Now April, May and June are sadly out of tune
Life has stuck a pin in the baloon.
Spring is here why doesn't my heart go dancing?
Spring is here why isn't the waltz entrancing?
No desire, no ambition leads me
Maybe it's because nobody needs me
Spring is here why doesn't the breeze delight me?
Stars appear why doesn't the night invite me?
Maybe it's because nobody loves me
Spring is here, I hear
Mentioned in Ceremony ch. 27
Love Is A Many Splendored Thing
Words: Paul Frances Webster Music: Sammy Fain
Love is a many splendored thing
It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring
Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living
The golden crown that makes a man a king
Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still
Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing
Yes, true love's a many splendored thing
Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still
Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing
Yes, true love's a many splendored thing.
Mentioned in Ceremony ch. 31
Words: Hal David Music: Burt Bachrach
Title song from the 1966 movie starring Michael Caine
What's it all about, Alfie?
Is it just for the moment we live?
What's it all about when you sort it out, Alfie?
Are we meant to take more than we give
or are we meant to be kind?
And if only fools are kind, Alfie,
then I guess it's wise to be cruel.
And if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie,
what will you lend on an old golden rule?
As sure as I believe there's a heaven above, Alfie,
I know there's something much more,
something even non-believers can believe in.
I believe in love, Alfie.
Without true love we just exist, Alfie.
Until you find the love you've missed you're nothing, Alfie.
When you walk let your heart lead the way
and you'll find love any day, Alfie, Alfie
Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 4
Over the River and Through the Woods
Traditional
Over the river and through the woods
To Grandmother's house we go.
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the woods,
Oh, how the wind does blow.
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go.
Over the river and through the woods
To have a full day of play.
Oh, hear the bells ringing ting-a-ling-ling,
For it is Christmas Day.
Over the river and through the woods,
Trot fast my dapple gray;
Spring o'er the ground just like a hound,
For this is Christmas Day.
Over the river and through the woods
And straight through the barnyard gate.
It seems that we go so dreadfully slow;
It is so hard to wait.
Over the river and through the woods,
Now Grandma's cap I spy.
Hurrah for fun, the pudding's done;
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie.
Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 13
Over The Hills and Far Away
Traditional, c. 1720
Hark now the drums beat up again
For all true soldier gentlemen
So let us list and march I say
And go over the hills and far away
Chorus:
Over the hills, and o'er the main
To Flanders, Portugal and Spain
Queen Anne commands and we'll obey
And go over the hills and far away.
2. There's twenty shillings on the drum
For him that with us freely comes
'Tis volunteers shall win the day
Over the hills and far away.
Chorus:
3. Come gentlemen that have a mind
To serve a queen that's good and kind
Come list and enter in to pay
And go over the hills and far away.
Chorus:
4. And we shall live more happy lives
Free of squalling brats and wives
Who nag and vex us every day
So its over the hills and far away.
Chorus:
5. Prentice Tom may well refuse
To wipe his angry master's shoes
For now he's free to run and play
Over the hills and far away.
Chorus:
6. No more from sound of drum retreat
When Marlborough and Galway beat
The French and Spaniards every day
Over the hills and far away.
Chorus:
Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 13
Words and music by Kris Kristofferson
Busted flat in Batten Rouge, waitin for a train,
Feelin' 'bout as faded as my jeans,
Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained,
Took us all the way to New Orleans.
I pulled my old harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slappin' time,
And Bobby's little hand in mine,
We sang up every song that driver knew.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free,
Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me...
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standing right beside me Lord, through everything I'd done,
And every night she kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip way,
She's looking for the home I thought we'd find,
I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free,
Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me...
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 14
by Buddy DeSylva, Lew Brown, and Ray Henderson
from the 1929 musical Follow Through
Listen, big boy,Now that I've got you made,
Goodness, but I'm afraid,
Something's going to happen to you;
Listen, big boy,You've got me hooked, and how,
I would die if I should lose you now!
Button up your overcoat, when the wind is free,
Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!
Oh, eat an apple every day, get to bed by three,
Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!
Be careful crossing streets, ooh-ooh,
Don't eat meats, ooh-ooh,
Cut out sweets, ooh-ooh,
You'll get a pain and ruin your tum-tum!
Keep away from bootleg hooch when you're on a spree,
Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!
Don't step on hornet's tails, ooh-ooh!
Or on nails, ooh-ooh!
Or third rails, ooh-ooh!
You'll get a pain and ruin your tum-tum!
Oh, button up your overcoat, when the wind is free,
Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!
Oh, wear your flannel underwear, when you climb a tree,
Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!
Steer clear of frozen ponds, ooh-ooh,
Peroxide blondes, ooh-ooh,
Stocks and bonds, ooh-ooh,
You'll get a pain, ruin your bankroll!
Keep the spoon out of your cup, when you're drinking tea,
Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!
Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 24
The Impossible Dream
Words: Joe Darion Music: Mitch Leigh
From the 1965 musical Man of La Mancha
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To fight for the right, without question or pause
To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest.
And the world will be better for this
That one man scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star!
Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 28
Saturday Night (Is the Loneliest Night of the Week)
Words: Sammy Cahn
Music: Jules Styne
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
'Cause that's the night that my sweetie and I
Used to dance cheek to cheek
I don't mind Sunday night at all
'Cause that's the night friends come to call
And Monday to Friday go fast
And another week is past
But Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
mmmm... Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
Mentioned in Valediction Ch. 30
Written by Norman Gimbel and Francis Albert Lai
Title song from the 1967 movie
Come with me, my love, and seize this day and live it, live it fully, live it fast
Never thinking once about tomorrow till tomorrow's been and gone and past
We'll pour the wine and fill the cup of joy and drink a drink as if it were the last
Live, just live for life
In Paree today and Amsterdam tomorrow, sixty minutes through the skies
Fly with me to see the setting summer sun and stay with me to see it rise
Then say to those who say "to live this way is mad", then mad we'd rather be than wise
Live, just live for life
If you let me I will lead you
Through the myst'ry and wonder
Of a world you've never known before
Share the splendors to be shared
Magic places to explore
There the dangers to be dared
Life is all of this and more
This and more
Yesterday's a mem'ry gone for good forever while tomorrow is a guess
What is real is what is here and now, the here and now is all that we possess
So take my hand and we will taste the moment if for just the moment's happiness
Live, just live for life
From Valediction ch. 46
Civilization (Bongo, Bongo, Bongo)
Written by Bob Hilliard and Carl Sigman
Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign
He tells the native population that civilization is fine
And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree
That civilization is a thing for me to see
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clear
That no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
I looked through a magazine the missionary's wife concealed (Magazine? What
happens?)
I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile (You know you can
get hurt that way Daniel?)
At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see (What do they see,
Darling?)
Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me
So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, he's so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go
Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear
So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train
And though it's smokey and it's crowded, they're too civilized to complain
When they've got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground (What do they
do, Darling?)
They swim and they fish, but that's what I do all year round
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don't want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears
So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
They have things like the atom bomb, so I think I'll stay where I "ahm"
Civilization, I'll stay right here!
From A Catskill Eagle ch. 4
Words: Oscar Hammerstein Music: Richard Rogers
Title song from the 1965 movie
My day in the hills has come to an end, I know.
A star has come out to tell me it's time to go.
But deep in the dark green shadows,
There are voices that urge me to stay.
So I pause and I wait and I listen,
For one more sound, for one more lovely thing
That the hills might say!
The hills are alive
With the sound of music,
With songs they have sung,
For a thousand years.
The hills fill my heart,
With the sound of music.
My heart wants to sing every song it hears.
My heart wants to beat like the wings
Of the birds that rise from the lake
To the trees.
My heart wants to sigh
Like a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze,
To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls
Over stones on its way,
To sing through the night,
Like a lark who is learning to pray.
I go to the hills
When my heart is lonely.
I know I will hear
What I heard before.
My heart will be blessed
With the sound of music
And I'll sing once more.
Mentioned in A Catskill Eagle ch. 17
Words and music by Dale Evans
Some trails are happy ones others are blue
It's the way you ride the trail that counts
Here's a happy one for you
Happy trails to you, until we meet again;
Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then.
Who cares about the clouds if we're together?
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
Happy Trails to you till we meet again.
Mentioned in A Catskill Eagle ch. 23
Words and music by Merle Travis
Some people say a man is made out of mud.
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
muscle and blood and skin and bones.
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong,
(Chorus:)
You load Sixteen Tons, and whadaya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
Picked up a shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded Sixteen Tons of number 9 coal
And the straw-boss said, "Well, bless my soul"
(Repeat Chorus)
Born one morning it was drizzle and rain
Fightin' and Trouble are my middle name
I was raised in a canebrake by an old mama lion
And no high-toned woman make me walk the line
(Repeat Chorus)
See me comin' better step aside
A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died
I got one fist of iron and the other of steel
And if the right one don't get ya, the left one will
(Repeat Chorus)
Mentioned in A Catskill Eagle ch. 32 and Walking Shadow ch. 35
That Old Black Magic
Words: Johnny Mercer Music: Harold Arlen
That old black magic has me in its spell,
That old black magic that you weave so well.
Those icy fingers up and down my spine,
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.
The same old tingle that I feel inside,
And then that elevator starts its ride.
And down and down I go; round and round I go
Like a leaf that’s caught in the tide.
I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I’m aflame.
Aflame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire.
For you’re the lover I have waited for,
The mate that Fate had me created for.
And every time your lips meet mine,
Darling, down and down I go; round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin I'm in
Under that old black magic called love.
Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 1
Manhattan
Words: Lorenz Hart Music: Richard Rodgers
Summer journeys To Niag'ra And to other places
Aggravate all our cares. We'll save our fares.
I've a cozy little flat In what is known as old Manhattan.
We'll settle down Right here in town.
We'll have Manhattan, The Bronx and Staten Island too.
It's lovely going through The zoo.
It's very fancy On old Delancey Street, you know.
The subway charms us so When balmy breezes blow
To and fro.
And tell me what street Compares with Mott Street In July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy Just made for a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy.
We'll go to Greenwich, Where modern men itch To be free;
And Bowling Green you'll see With me.
We'll bathe at Brighton The fish you'll frighten
When you're in. Your bathing suit so thin
Will make the shellfish grin Fin to fin.
I'd like to take a Sail on Jamaica Bay with you.
And fair Canarsie's lake We'll view.
The city's bustle cannot destroy The dreams of a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy.
We'll go to Yonkers Where true love conquers In the wilds.
And starve together, dear, In Childs'.
We'll go to Coney And eat baloney On a roll.
In Central Park we'll stroll, Where our first kiss we stole, Soul to soul.
Our future babies We'll take to "Abie's Irish Rose."
I hope they'll live to see It close.
The city's clamor can never spoil The dreams of a boy and goil.
We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy.
We'll have Manhattan, The Bronx and Staten Island too.
We'll try to cross' Fifth Avenue. As black as onyx
We'll find the Bronnix Park Express. Our Flatbush flat, I guess,
Will be a great success, More or less.
A short vacation On Inspiration Point We'll spend,
And in the station house we'll end,
But Civic Virtue cannot destroy The dreams of a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy!
Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 2
Words and music by Billy Joel
Some folks like to get away, take a holiday from the
neighborhood
Hop a flight to Miami Beach or Hollywood.
I'm taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line-
I'm in a New York state of mind.
I seen all the movie stars in their fancy cars and their
limousines,
Been high in the Rockies under the evergreens,
But I know what I'M needing and I don't want to waste more time-
I'm in a New York state of mind.
It was so easy living day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and the blues,
But now I need a little give and take,
The New York Times, the Daily News...
It comes down to reality-and it's fine with me 'cause I've let
it slide,
Don't care if it's Chinatown or Riverside,
I don't have any reasons, I've left them all behind-
I'm in a New York state of mind.
REPEAT 3RD VERSE
I'm just taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line-
'Cause I'm in a New York state of mind
Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 5
Lullaby Of Broadway
Words: Al Dubin Music: Harry Warren
From the musical Gold Diggers of 1935
Come on along and listen to, the lullaby of Broadway
The hip hooray and ballyhoo, the lullaby of Broadway
The rumble of a subway train, the rattle of the taxis
The daffydils who entertain, at Angelo's and Maxi's
When a Broadway baby says good night, it's early in the morning
Manhattan babies don't sleep tight until the dawn:
Good night, baby
Good night, milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
Sleep tight, let's call it a day. Hey!
Come on along and listen to, the lullaby of Broadway
The hi-dee-hi and boop-a-doo, the lullaby of Broadway
The band begins to go to town, and everyone goes crazy
You rock-a-bye your baby round, 'til everything gets hazy
Hush-a-bye I'll buy you this and that, you hear a daddy saying
And baby goes home to her flat, to sleep all day:
Good night, baby
Good night, milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
Sleep tight,
Let's call it a day - - -
Listen to the lullaby of old Broadway
Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 5
Something Cool
Words and music
by Billy Barnes
Something cool
I'd like to order something cool
It's so warm here in town
And this heat gets me down
And I'd like something cool
My, it's nice
Just to sit down and rest awhile
Hey, you know it's a shame
But I can't think of your name
But I remember your smile
Well, I don't ordinarily drink
With strangers
I guess I usually just, just drink alone
But you were so nice to ask me
And I'm so terribly far from home
Like my dress, well, I must confess
It's very old
Hey, but it's simple and neat
And it's just right for this heat
Hey, I will save my furs for the cold
A cigarette, no, I don't smoke them
As a rule
But, I'll have one, it might be fun
With something cool
I'll bet you wouldn't imagine
But I once had a house
With so many rooms
I couldn't count them all
Yeah, I know you wouldn't imagine
But I had fifteen different guys
Who would beg and beg to take me to a ball
And I know you wouldn't picture me
The time I went to Paris in the fall
Oh who would think the guy I loved
Was quite so handsome and quite so tall
Well, it's through, it's through
That was just a memory I had
One I guess I almost forgot
Oh, 'cause the weather's so hot
And I'm feeling so bad
About a date
Oh wait, I'm such a fool
He's just a guy who stopped to buy me
Something cool
Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 7
You Wonderful You
Words: Jack Brooks and Saul Chaplin Music: Harry
Warren
I'm glad I met you,
You wonderful you,
I won't forget you,
You wonderful you.
You're like a breath of spring,
A whole new thing has happened.
And without much ado,
I look at you
And there stands love.
My arms around you,
That's wonderful, too,
I'm glad I found you,
You wonderful you,
Remember, finders keepers,
Losers weepers,
And because that's true,
You're mine now, you wonderful you
Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 11
My Attorney Bernie
Words and music by Dave Frishberg
I'm impressed, with my attorney Bernie
I'm impressed, with his influential friends
He's got very big connections
and I follow his directions
Bernie knows his way around
and so I always do what Bernie recommends.
I am blessed, with my attorney Bernie
I'm impressed, with the way he runs the store
He's got Dodger season boxes
and an office full of foxes
It's amazing all the different things
your average guy might need a lawyer for.
(chorus)
Bernie tells me what to do
Bernie always lays it on the line
Bernie says we sue, we sue
Bernie says we sign.. we sign
I'm in touch, with my attorney Bernie
In a clutch, he can speed right to the scene
and if I'm locked up in the jail
with just one phone call for my bail
he said to call his club collect
or deal directly with his answering machine
When I dine, with my attorney Bernie
He buys wine, from the rare imported rack
That's cause Bernie is a purist
not your polyester tourist
Bernie waves the glass around awhile
then takes a sip and always sends it back
chorus:
Bernie tells me what to do
Bernie always lays it on the line
Bernie says we sue, we sue
Bernie says we sign.. we sign
I admire, my attorney Bernie
I admire, any guy who knows his stuff
Sure we blew a couple ventures
with a counterfeit debenture
But you win a few, you lose a few
and like Bernie says you keep on hanging tough
Thanks to you, my attorney Bernie
Thanks to you, I'm considered well to do
Sure I made out like a bandit
Just exactly like you planned it
But like Murray my accountant
told me yesterday, I owe it all to you.
(chorus)
Bernie tells me what to do
Bernie always lays it on the line
Bernie says we sue, we sue
Bernie says we sign.. we sign
On the dotted line!
Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 29
I Love A Parade
Words: Ted Koehler Music: Harold Arlen
I love a parade, the tramping of feet,
I love every beat I hear of a drum.
I love a parade, when I hear a band
I just want to stand and cheer as they come.
That rat-a tat-tat, the blare of a horn.
That rat-a tat-tat, a bright uniform;
The sight of a drill will give me a thrill,
I thrill at the skill of everything military.
I love a parade, a handful of vets,
A line of cadets or any brigade,
For I love a parade.
Mentioned in Pale Kings and Princes ch. 11
Words: Johnny Mercer Music: Lionel Hampton and Sonny Burke
Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night
The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height
Each star it's own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight,
I could see the Midnight Sun
I can't explain the silver rain that found me - or was that a moonlight veil?
The music of the universe around me, or was that a nightingale?
And then your arms miraculously found me, suddenly the sky turned pale,
I could see the Midnight Sun
Was there such a night, it's a thrill I still don't quite believe,
But after you were gone, there was still some stardust on my sleeve
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, and the stars forget to shine,
And we may see the meadow in December, icy white and crystalline
But oh my darling always I'll remember when your lips were close to mine,
And we saw the Midnight Sun
Mentioned in Pale Kings and Princes ch. 13
As Time Goes By
Word and music
by Herman Hupfeld
From the 1942 movie Casablanca
You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss,
A sigh is just a sigh,
The fundamental things apply, as time goes by.
And when two lovers woo, they still say "I love you,"
on that you can rely,
No matter what the future brings, as time goes by.
Moonlight and love songs, never out of date,
Hearts full of passion, jealousy and hate,
Woman needs man, and man must have his mate,
that no one can deny.
It's still the same old story, a fight for love and glory,
A case of do or die,
The world will always welcome lovers, as time goes by.
Mentioned in Pale Kings and Princes ch. 30
You Go To My Head
by Haven Gillespie and J. Fred Coots 1938
You go to my head
And you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning 'round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head
Like a sparkling glass of burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two
Bridge The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought
to my plea casts a spell over me
Still I say to myself, get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be
Still you go to my head
With a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a Summer with a thousand July's
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head
Mentioned in Crimson Joy ch. 14 and Melancholy Baby (dedication)
Proud Mary
Words and music by John Fogerty
Left a good job in the city,
Workin' for the man every night and day,
And I never lost one minute of sleepin',
Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been.
Big wheels keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin'.
Rollin'...rollin'...rollin' on the river
Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,
Pumped a lot of pain down in New Orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
'Til I hitched a ride on a riverboat queen.
Big wheels keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin'.
Rollin'...rollin'...rollin' on the river
Rollin'...rollin'...rollin' on the river
Mentioned in Crimson Joy ch. 22 and Thin Air ch. 22
Written by Paul Francis Webster and Jerry Livingston
You ask me how much I need you, must I explain?
I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain
You ask how long I'll love you, I'll tell you true
Until the Twelfth of Never, I'll still be loving you
Hold me close, never let me go
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow
I'll love you 'til the bluebells forget to bloom
I'll love you 'til the clover has lost its perfume
I'll love you 'til the poets run out of rhyme
Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time
Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time
Mentioned in Potshot (dedication)
Words and music by Noel Coward
In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire to tear their clothes off and perspire.
It's one of the rules that the greatest fools obey,
Because the sun is much too sultry And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray.
The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts,
Because they're obviously, definitely nuts!
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun,
The Japanese donīt care to, the Chinese wouldnīt dare to,
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one
But Englishmen detest a siesta.
In the Philippines there are lovely screens to protect you from the glare.
In the Malay States there are hats like plates which the Britishers won't wear.
At twelve noon the natives swoon and no further work is done,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see,
that though the English are effete, they're quite impervious to heat,
When the white man rides every native hides in glee,
Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his solar topee on a tree.
It seems such a shame when the English claim the earth,
They give rise to such hilarity and mirth.
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it.
In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun,
They put their Scotch or Rye down, and lie down.
In a jungle town where the sun beats down to the rage of man and beast
The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased.
In Bangkok At twelve o'clock they foam at the mouth and run,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores the stupid habit.
In Hong Kong they strike a gong and fire off a noonday gun,
To reprimand each inmate who's in late.
In the mangrove swamps where the python romps there is peace from twelve till two.
Even caribous lie around and snooze, for there's nothing else to do.
In Bengal to move at all is seldom ever done,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
Mentioned in Crimson Joy ch. 30 and Potshot ch. 2
New York, New York
Words:Fred Ebb Music: John Kander
Title song from the 1977 movie
Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today,
I want to be a part of it, New York New York.
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray,
And step around the heart of it, New York New York.
I wanna wake up in the city that doesn't sleep,
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap.
My little town blues, are melting away,
I'll make a brand new start of it, in old New York.
If I can make it there I'll make it anywhere,
It's up to you, New York, New York.
New York New York.
I wanna wake up in the city that doesn't sleep,
To find I'm king of the hill, head of the list,
Cream of the crop at the top of the heap.
My little town blues, are melting away,
I'll make a brand new start of it,
In old New York,
If I can make it there, I'd make it anywhere,
Come on come through, New York, New York.
Mentioned in Playmates ch. 32
Deck the Halls
Traditional Welsh Carol
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
'Tis the season to be jolly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Don we now our gay apparel
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.
See the blazing Yule before us.
Strike the harp and join the chorus.
Follow me in merry measure.
While I tell of Yuletide treasure.
Fast away the old year passes.
Hail the new ye lads and lasses
Sing we joyous all together.
heedless of the wind and weather.
Mentioned in Stardust ch. 12
Words: Katharine Lee Bates Music: Samuel A. Ward
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self the country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for halcyon skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted sea!
O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
Whose stem impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till paths be wrought through
wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee!
O beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice,
for man's avail
Men lavished precious life!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!
Mentioned in Stardust ch. 35
The Wind Beneath My Wings
Music and Lyrics by Larry Henley and Jeff Silbar
Sung by Bette Midler in the 1988 movie Beaches
It must have been cold there in my shadow
to never have sunlight on your face.
You've always been content to let me shine.
You've always walked one step behind.
I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength,
only a face without a name,
and I never once heard you complain.
Did you ever no that you're my hero
and everything that I'd like to be.
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the Wind beneath my Wings.
You might have thought it went unnoticed
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth
That I would be nothing without you.
Did you ever know that you're my hero
and everything that I'd like to be.
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the Wind beneath my Wings.
Mentioned in Pastime (dedication, or at least that's my opinion)
by Norman Greenbaum
You'd better watch out for the eggplant
that ate Chicago
For he may eat your city soon.
You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago,
If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed.
He came from outer space, lookin' for somethin' to eat.
He landed in Chicago. He thought Chicago was a treat.
(It was sweet, it was just like sugar)
You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago,
For he may eat your city soon (wacka-do, wacka-do, wacka-do)
You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago,
If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed.
He came from outer space, lookin' for
somethin' to eat.
He landed in Chicago. He thought Chicago was a treat.
(It was sweet, it was just like sugar)
You'd better watch out for the eggplant
that ate Chicago,
For he may eat your city soon (wacka-do, wacka-do, wacka-do)
You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago,
If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed ("it's in trouble!")
If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed
Mentioned in Pastime ch. 3
Concord Hymn
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Mentioned in Pastime ch. 7 and Chance ch. 16
Words and Music by Eddie Green
My heart's sad and I'm all forlorn, my man's treating me mean.
I regret the day that I was born and that man of mine I've ever seen.
My happiness, it never lasts a day; my heart is almost breaking while I say:
A good man is hard to find; you always get the other kind.
Just when you think that he is your pal,
you look for him and find him fooling 'round some other gal.
Then you rave; you even crave, to see him laying in his grave.
So, if your man is nice, take my advice,
and hug him in the morning, kiss him ev'ry night,
give him plenty of lovin', treat him right,
for a good man nowadays is hard to find.
Mentioned in Pastime ch. 7, Sudden Mischief ch. 2, Perish Twice ch. 6
by Fleecie Moore and Sam Theard
Hey everybody, let's have some fun
You only live for once and when you're dead you're done
So let the good times roll, let the good times roll
And live a long long
I don't care if you are young or old no no, get together and let the good times roll
Don't stand there moaning, talking trash
If you wanna have some fun, you'd better go out and spend some cash
And let the good time roll
Let the good time roll
I don't care if you young or old, get together and let the good times roll
Don't stand there moaning, talking trash
If you wanna have some fun, you'd better go out and spend some cash
And let the good time roll
Let the good time roll
I don't care if you young or old, get together and let the good times roll
Hey mister landlord, lock up all the doors
When the police comes around, tell them Johnny's coming down
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
And Lord I don't care if you young or old,
That's good enough to let the good times roll
Hey everybody!
Tell everybody !
That Johnny is in town
I got a dollar and a quarter
And I'm just raring to clown
Don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more than I intend to keep
Let the good times roll
I don't care if you young or old
Let's get together and let the good times roll
Mentioned in Paper Doll ch. 38, Potshot ch. 8
Fit as a Fiddle
by Nacio Herb Brown
Fit as a fiddle, and ready for love
I can jump over the moon up above
fit as a fiddle, and ready for love.
Haven't a worry, haven't a care,
feel like a feather just floating on air,
fit as a fiddle and ready for love.
Soon the church bells will be ringin'
and we'll march with Ma and Pa.
How the church bells will be ringin'
with a hey nonny nonny and a ha cha cha
Hi diddle diddle, my baby's okay
ask me a riddle and what does she say?
Fit as a fiddle and ready for love.
Mentioned in Pastime ch. 19
Words: Sammy Cahm Music: James Van Heusen
Love is lovelier the second time around
Just as wonderful with both feet on the ground
It's that second time you hear your love song sung
Makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted on the young
Love's more comfortable the second time you fall
Like a friendly home the second time you call
Who can say what brought us to this miracle we've found?
There are those who'll bet love comes but once, and yet
I'm oh, so glad we met the second time around
Who can say what brought us to this miracle we've found?
There are those who'll bet love comes but once, and yet
I'm oh, so glad we met the second time around
Used in Pastime ch. 36
And When I Die
Words and music by Laura Nyro
I'm not scared of dyin' and I, don't really care
If it's peace you find in dyin' well then, let the time be near
If it's peace you find in dyin' and if dyin' time is near
Just bundle up my coffin 'cause it's, cold way down there
I hear that it's, cold way down there, yeah
Crazy cold way down there.
And when I die, and when I'm gone
There'll be one child born in this world to carry on, to carry on.
Now troubles are many they're as, deep as a well
I can swear there ain't no heaven, but I pray there ain't no hell
Swear there ain't no heaven and I pray there ain't no hell
But I'll never know by living only my, dyin' will tell yes only my
Dyin' will tell yeah, only my dyin' will tell.
And when I die, and when I'm gone
There'll be one child born in this world to carry on, to carry on, yeah-yeah.
Yee-ha!
Give me my freedom for as long as I be
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me
And all I ask of dyin' is to go naturally only wanna, go naturally
Here I go!
Hey, hey here come the devil, right behind
Look out children, here he come, here he come, hey.
Don't want to go by the devil
Don't want to go by demon
Don't want to go by satan
Don't want to die uneasy
Just let me go naturally.
And when I die, and when I'm dead, dead and gone
There'll be one child born, in our world to carry on, to carry on, yeah-yeah.
Mentioned in Double Deuce ch. 10
There's No Business Like Show Business
by Irving Berlin
From the 1946 musical Annie Get Your
Gun
There's no business like show business
Like no business I know.
Everything about it is appealing;
Everything the traffic will allow.
Nowhere could you get that happy feeling
When you are stealing that extra bow.
There's no people like show people.
They smile when they are low.
Even with a turkey that you know will fold,
You may be stranded out in the cold.
Still you wouldn't trade it for a sack of gold.
Let's go on with the show
Let's go on with the show!
Mentioned in Double Deuce ch. 23
American Pie
Words and music
by Don McLean
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make those people dance,
And maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver,
With every paper I'd deliver,
Bad news on the doorstep...
I couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside,
The day the music died.
So...
chorus
Bye bye Miss American Pie,
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye,
Singing "This'll be the day that I die,
This'll be the day that I die."
Did you write the Book of Love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock 'n roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'
chorus
Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book of Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing
chorus
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul out on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died
We started singing
chorus
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation Lost in Space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing
chorus
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And, they were singing...
chorus
Mentioned in Double Deuce ch. 40
Written by Johnny S. Black, 1915
Lyrics as recorded by The Mills Brothers in 1942
I'm gonna buy a Paper Doll that I can call my own
A doll that other fellows cannot steal
And then the flirty, flirty guys with their flirty, flirty eyes
Will have to flirt with dollies that are real
When I come home at night