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I'm not one to look behind I know that times must change But over there in Barrytown they do things very strange And though you're not my enemy I like things like they used to be And though you'd like some company I'm standing by myself Go play with someone else I can see by what you carry that you come from Barrytown Don't believe I'm taken in by stories I have heard I just read the Daily News and swear by every word And don't think that I'm out of line For speaking out for what is mine I'd like to see you do just fine But look at what you wear And the way you cut your hair I can see by what you carry that you come from Barrytown In the beginning we recall that the word was hurled Barrytown people got to be from another world Leave me or I'll be just like the others you will meet They won't act as kindly if they see you on the street And don't you scream or make a shout It's nothing you can do about It was there where you came out It's a special lack of grace I can see it in your face I can see by what you carry that you come from Barrytown |
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Savoy sides presents a new saxophone sensation
It's Parker's band with a smooth style of syncopation Kansas City born and growing You won't believe what the boys are blowing You got to come on man And take a piece of Mister Parker's band You'll be riding by, bareback on your armadillo You'll be grooving high or relaxing at Camarillo Suddenly the music hits you It's a bird in flight that just can't quit you You got to come on man And take a piece of Mister Parker's band We will spend a dizzy weekend smacked into a trance Me and you will listen to A little bit of what made the preacher dance Bring your horn along and you can add to the pure confection And if you can't fly you'll have to move in with the rhythm section Either way you're bound to function Fifty-Second Street's the junction You got to come on man And take a piece of Mister Parker's Clap your hands and take a piece of Mister Parker's Come on man and take a piece of Mister Parker's band |
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I don't like waiting for a knock on the door
I don't like wondering why I got no mercy for a man and his tears He's just living a lie I got a feeling like I'm losing my cool That's no way to be You got me crying, got me playing the fool That's what you're doing to me Ohhh, you gotta come back baby I don't want to say how long it's been Five days and I gotta know now Come back baby I don't want to live alone again My old man never told me how I don't like lying all alone in my bed Nobody calling my name I can't say thank you for a kick in the head But I need you just the same See me settin’ by the side of the road People starin’ and smilin’ They got no mercy for a man and his tears Can't you hear me cryin’? Ohhh, you gotta come back baby I don't want to say how long it's been Five days and I gotta know now Come back baby I don't want to live alone again My old man never told me how You gotta come back baby I don't want to say how long it's been Five days and I gotta know now Come back baby I don't want to live alone again My old man never told me how |
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A race of angels
Bound with one another A dish of dollars Laid out for all to see A tower room at Eden Rock His golf at noon for freelyn owes the charmer Under meHis lady's aching To bring a body down She daily preaches On where she wants to be An evening with a movie queen A face we all have seenlyn owes the charmer Under meA case of aces Done up loose for dealing A piece of island cooling in the sea The whole of time we gain or lose And power enough to chooselyn owes the charmer Under me |
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If I had my way
I would move to another lifetime I'd quit my job Ride the train through the misty nighttime I'll be ready when my feet touch ground Wherever I come down And if the folks will have me Then they'll have me [Chorus] Any world that I'm welcome to Is better than the one I come from I can hear your words When you speak of what you are and have seen I can see your hand Reaching out through a shining daydream Where the days and nights are not the same Captured happy in a picture frame Honey I will be there Yes I'll be there [Chorus] I got this thing inside me That's got to find a place to hide me I only know I must obey This feeling I can't explain away I think I'll go to the park Watch the children playing Perhaps I'll find in my head What my heart is saying A vision of a child returning A kingdom where the sky is burning Honey I will be there Yes I'll be there [Chorus] |
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(Might say a word first, but can’t make it out???) Rock ‘n’ roll They're throwin' a party for big Ida Lee The man from the skyway, the Chinaman and me There's so much affection it's making me crazy I've run out of reasons for keepin’ it neat Everybody's laughin' Everybody's makin' love Ida Lee, it's you I'm thinkin' of Threw out the favors, the hooters and the hats We put out the candle, oh, and then blew out the cat Oh, my temperature's rising, we're all on the chaise lounge Big Ida Lee, she's nowhere to be found Everybody's laughin' Everybody's makin' love Ida Lee, it's you I'm thinkin' of Everybody's laughin' Everybody's makin' love Ida Lee, it's you I'm thinkin' of They open the air shaft as Ida walks in She comes up to me and whispers, “Honey, where have you been?” I'm stripping my gears, I'm blowing my fuse Cause Ida Lee's giving me somewhat more than I can use "Solo" "Fade" |
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What's this fierce new change?
Has your juggernaut reached my door? Am I out of range? Think another thought before Babies are ground up in the last big round-up Ease your head, play it cool in a patio chair Try to design a postcard from your mind Piggy bank, ooooo-whee If it's Heaven-sent you'll go far Listen well to me Smoke that seven cent cigar Can that rumba and Avogadro's Number Ease your head, play it cool in a patio chair Try to design a postcard from your mind Polaroid galore Snap my jelly roll, count your change For your midnight chore Play that "sell-your-soul" exchange Menthol filter tip danglin' from your nether lip Ease your head, play it cool in a patio chair Try to design a postcard from your mind If John Doe writes another book With words that just won't quit Why must I forge through it? Let George do it |
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Take the worst of this quirky world
Roll it up in a ball Add the hair of a go-go girl Turn it into a dance that's called The bloody... Brain Tap Shuffle Lose your mind You'll see the oceans part You'll think your goin' blind You can talk about your daily grind While she'll dish out the soft shoe If makin' money doesn't suit your mind We've got something here Here for you You can sit there and suck your thumb Hear the rock and roll hum But you're just a crazy wall flower Till you join all your friends on the floor And do the... Brain Tap Shuffle Lose your mind You'll see the oceans part You'll think your goin' blind Take your clothes off and start to shake Shake rattle and roll Watch the walls and the ceiling quake Let it move your body and soul And do the... Brain Tap Shuffle Lose your mind You'll see the oceans part You'll think your goin' blind |
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Jolly tricks
And politics May pass you by Soul ram Little men With stick pins Leave you high and dry Soul ram Baby runs the show She's got a soul ram Understand Who could know That she'd be up on top All night long Never stop Right or wrong? Carousels And wishing wells Are fine for some Soul ram After dark Tacoma Park Can sure be fun Soul ram Baby oughta know She's got a soul ram So well planned I suppose That she don't need her friends Anymore Just pretends Knows the score Baby let it grow She's got a soul ram In her hand Never knew She dug the heavy stuff Steely Dan Play it rough Backdoor man Jelly roll Can't save your soul This mama can Soul ram Soul ram Soul ram |
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Hunting in the Sea of Japan,
Ambrose left the tourist trail behind him. So bold with his gun in his hand, Of his furs there was no need to remind him. Tripping over a Holy Man, Mind that here you don't choose your friends, Ambrose asked for a helping hand, He heaved his chest, and pointed West, To where the river runs. With Josie back home on his mind, Brushing off the fruit flies of the season, And 'Brosie was surely struck blind, By a sight that defies human reason: On an island of gleaming rock, Jutting up from the blue lagoon, A ceremonial music box And from it flowed, a bright new mode, That made our hero swoon. A finer minor from China. The World when the traveler returned, As you know played out its bloody romances. But Ambrose he knew what he'd learned, With his prize in hand he took his chances. Soon the sound that delights the ear, Blended in with the armies' roar. When the warriors strained to hear, This new bebop, this shooting star, Their guns were bullet-full. A finer minor from China. A finer minor from China. A finer minor from China. |
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Ten cent store is in my way
Just can't do what the captain say There's not enough night And too much day Ain't got time to hear That stone piano playing for me A song without words or harmony A stone piano calvary bound Rolling along with the top down Wish I was a hired gun Cruel shogun, a poor man's son One day I'd stop and click my heels Turn around to see My stone piano playing for me A song without words or harmony A stone piano calvary bound Rolling along with the top down The troubador is in disguise That's incurious, I used my eyes My own two hands were on the keys This is no mystery My stone piano playing for me A song without words or harmony A stone piano calvary bound Rolling along with the top down |
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