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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
Let me introduce you
I've heard that boredom's entered your life And you're feelin' real low Have you met Benny Bailey? Well he's a fella that you should know They tell me lassitude's has laid you low An' you're losin' your grip you must meet Benny Bailey At least he's somebody who is hip To cure an ennui, you need a bon nuit It's part o' the joie de vie And his attention, I'm loathe to mention Is, incident'ly, available And so if providence should decree Who'll stand in the way So you'll meet Benny Bailey And you'll remember your lucky day Background Vocals: Once you've met You won't forget No stuff Benny's tough (Repeat 1,2,3) This could be your lucky day Incident'ly, he's the sort Tho' seen at court Carries an awful lotta weight In many less royal quarters Filled with less than regal daughters Quite the quixotic Romeo whom every Filly'll know because they find his Reputation wherever they go Whether it's here Or whether it's in another boudoir Whee! He's such a scandal, really T' handle him demands a savoir fairer And a great indulgence rarer Than any that I've encountered surveyin' the scene But never mind, I'll explain it later The fact is that he's always ready to please And that's aroused a lot o'chatter But it really doesn't matter, not to him No siree! It's 'bout as big t'him as any flea He's gotta be maitre'd Or so it seems to me Wait'll y'meet, you'll see what I'm sayin' Background Vocals: Meet this cat He's where it's at That's right, outta sight Benny Bailey He's no slouch For this I'll vouch He's cool, he's no fool To cure an ennui You need a bon nuit It's part of the joie de vie He's the kind o'cat people hear about But in a second-handed way That there's nothing really clear about Let me introduce you I've heard that boredom's entered your life And you're feelin' real low Have you met Benny Bailey? Well he's a fella that you should know They tell me lassitude's has laid you low An' you're losin' your grip you must meet Benny Bailey At least he's somebody who is hip We're glad you got to meet Benny Bailey I'm happy fin'lly meeting with you |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Mecca For Moderns (1981)
Music by Art DeCoteau
Lyrics by Slinger Francisco The rule of the tyrants decline The year, 1979 From Uganda to Nicaragua It's bombs and bullets all the time So they corrupt, so they vile So it's coup after coup all the while Human rights they violate They think they too damn great So in disgrace now they live in exile Gairy is a wanted man Idi Amin is a wanted man Shah of Iran tried so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or alive Strikes, demonstrations & wars Injustice is always the cause Politicians turn too soon from poor people into tycoons Corruption must bring harass South African Vorster resign in disgrace Muzurewa take away Ian Smith place The Uganda devil was easily cat straddled Beaten up and chased, what a waste. Gairy is a wanted man Bokassa is a wanted man Ali Bhutto try so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or alive. The Shah had a short time to live Because the Ayatollah don't forgive When you see church ruling state With pure vengeance and hate Situation must be explosive General Somoza from Nicaragua Thought it was easy with the Sandanistas With the help of Venezuela, Panama and Cuba They kick him straight to America Gairy is a wanted man Park Chung Hee was a wanted man Achem Pong tried so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or alive Gairy is a wanted man Idi Amin is a wanted man Shah of Iran tried so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or alive Bang...You're dead |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Mecca For Moderns (1981)
Music by Charlie Parker
Lyrics by Eddie Jefferson I'm here to just confirm what I've been really always sayin' About modern jazz It's the savior of the nation And I'll believe it if you do too The rhythm & blues Like Bird When he thought of this melody The message he played on his horn Was the steady confirmation That he discovered The sound that makes the music be free This may sound unstable But I know I'm able to concentrate in song to you My lyrics may go fast Sometimes a word may get past folks But so I keep it swingin' I know I've got to stay true So like the Bird I'm gonna say that jazz is always A happiness groove So come on and I'll confirm it 'Cause certainly the Bird that I heard made the word of confirmation |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Christmas Album (1992)
Angels
Hear the angels sing -- It came upon the midnight clear That glorious song of old (song of old) From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold Peace on the earth, goodwill to men From heaven's all gracious King The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing To sing -- Sing (hear the angels sing) It came upon the midnight clear That glorious song of old (song of old) From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold Peace on the earth, goodwill to men From heaven's all gracious King The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing Sing -- It came upon the midnight clear |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Coming Out (1976)
Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da, play encore.
Here in my heart, ra da da da da, more and more. Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da, je t'adore. Each time I hear, ra da da da da, Chanson, chanson, d'amour. (Sax solo) Ra da da da da (Sax solo) Ra da da da da Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da, je t'adore. Each time I hear, ra da da da da, Chanson, chanson, d'amour. Every time I hear Chanson, chanson, d'amour. |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Coming Out (1976)
IOA IOAE, IOA IOAE (Pronounced e-oh-ah, e-oh-ah-a) IOA IOAE, IOA IOAECuentame que te paso Cuentame que te pasoQue estaba alla en la playa Recorriendo las aguaritas Y vino una abejita y me pico ay ay!Cuentame que te paso Cuentame que te pasoYo me saque la loteria Corriendo fui de romeria Y fue alli donde to el dinero perderiPero las dos vienen las dos pao paoPao pao pao pao pao (chiquita) Pao pao pao pao pao (senorita) Pao pao pao pao paoPero las dos vienen la colococota E La la la la la la la la la pao paoPao pao pao pao pao (chiquita) Pao pao pao pao pao (senorita) Pao pao pao pao paoIOA IOAE, IOA IOAE IOA IOAE, IOA IOAECuentame que te paso Cuentame que te pasoQue estaba alla en la playa Recorriendo las aguaritas Y vino una abejita y me pico ay ay!Pero las dos vienen las dos pao paoPao pao pao pao pao (chiquita) Pao pao pao pao pao (senorita) Pao pao pao pao paoWoo-ooh! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Coming Out (1976)
Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love
Pale moon is casting shadows from above Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage beat. Love is everywhere, its magic perfume fills the air To and fro you sway, my heart's in time, I've learned to care! Poinciana, from now until the dawning day, Our love will live forever and a day Poinciana -- (Sax solo) Poinciana, from now until the dawning day, Our love will live forever and a day Blow tropic wind Sing a song through the tree Tree sigh to me Soon my love I will see (Repeat and fade) |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
Saints and sinners, come one, come all
(Have a little revival) Losers, winners, answer my call "Cause right now the tent's up (Really it is) The word's out - (Truly, it is) An' has been since the dawn (Hear me tell ya) The call's out (Really it is) An' we're 'bout (Tendin' t'biz) To git this meetin' on - Hear me tellin' you Brothers n' sisters who want to repent (That's right!) You'll find what you've been lookin' for right here in the tent Cheryl's solo: Lend an ear an' you'll see "Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobody knows it better than me I was so low that I know that only a miracle like this is the only way t' heavenly bliss It's really the truth, Lawdy, I know it I know it 'cuz I been taken through it Now the spirits in me an' allowed the Lord t'win me, I can testify to it Sweet, sweet the angel's song Sweet the feelin' I been searchin' for for ever so long I never again imagine livin' life like I was livin' when I lived wrong Git ready (Sing) Here they come! the choir's all set Be steady (Pray) See the people fillin' them pews Be willin' (All) To announce without a regret It's thrillin'! (Day) Tell the world the wonderful news Folks are troopin' in from far 'n near f' news that they can hardly wait to hear They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin' for food for the soul, yeah Starved 'cause they're waitin' for what will not grow old Preacher's openin' up the book He's gonna pause awhile an' take a look 'n then he'll start tellin' everyone 'jes how t' do, yeah Start tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeah Sister Emmy Lou done gone t' shoutin' an jumpin' 'cause she feels the spirit the congregation's stompin' it's feet an' everybody's movin' outta their seat They really gonna get this meetin' on An' praise the Lord until the dawn (Yeah) - Hear that preacher spread the word (Hear that Preacher) 'cause its the greatest word you ever heard He's our teacher When he says "I'm callin' sinners right now you hear? I'm callin' sinners right to me" When ol' Satan grabs your soul When he grabs you It takes the Lord's true word to break his hold, Trouble nabs you So I say, "You got to listen mostly to me. You got to listen closely." Don't let the devil catch y' nappin' Gotta' keep the vigil every minute or the devil surely git you "Watch your step 'n how you act Watch what you do Mister Scratch is here, an' that's a fact He wants you too If anyone can stop him, I can That's why I'm the Preacher Man" We hear the word We hear your voice We know there really isn't any other choice Head f'heaven t'day (We're on the gospel train) We can show you the way (Relieve all strain) Leave your cares and your woes (Yes!) Heaven knows (Yes!) Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes (Yes!) Come git aboard (We still got space) Hear the word of the Lord (We saved your place) Save your soul while y'can (Yes!) Sinner man (Yes!) Git on as fast as you can (Repeat) You've heard the sermon sublime Down South Camp Meetin' time! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
See the white and fluffy clouds
Adore the sun As he shines his light On each and every one Still, those clouds can hide his light Till the day becomes like night So my light heart would darken too If I ever lost you As the clouds begin to shed Their tears of rain So my aching heart would Shed its tears of pain Till that happy moment when Darkened clouds roll by and then White and fluffy clouds Adore the sun once again Cheryl's Solo: When I was young I'd long to touch a cloud On my back on a bed of green I'd contemplate the cloud scene They would form themselves into a lot o' different kinds o' pictures Of the kind that pre-existed in my mind Paintin' the kind o' scene That I never saw on a wide screen Look! Ain't that Moses on the mount! There! Monte Christo an' a gallant count! Four white horses and a coach Proceeding madly to approach the sunlit castle of his majesty the king Isn't that a flying saucer and a pilgrim out of Chaucer going by? They're all right there in a cloud Standing tall and proud How thrilling to see! A panorama that will never end like the movies do "Cause they're yours alone an' under your direction How'd y'like the movie that was showin' t'day? An' what a cast! An' not only the casting but a story full of glory everlasting the errant, fluffy clouds doing everything they have always done Like adore the sun Come out an' do their thing again Stephane Grappelli/Stochelo Rosenberg Solo See the white, fluffy clouds adore the sun As he shines his light on each and every one White and fluffy clouds adore the sun Once again. |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Offbeat Of Avenues (1991)
A boy, a girl, two souls that grow
Two different directions away they go How so? Well, to feel a flow, for love to show we must know To say what we mean, mean what we say It's just like it seems So take time to pray for her She will see love as a blur That's when the pain will occur Word! She will fall so far and won't know who you are Her strange heart won't see the danger The passion for love, no way to save her So treasure her heavenly pleasure beyond all measure Just reassure her that You love her That you love her It's such a mystery sharing your passionate pleasures You wrestle with your soul, your dreams won't last forever It hurts to love it so, who knows when the heart is a stranger's Then pray for one who sees, your way through the untold dangers It's a world, it's alive, it's a look in your eyes It's a touch, it's a kiss, it's a reason to fly Women in love (Searchin' the night, lookin' for light, prayin' for one who sees) Women in love (Hopin' to find some peace of mind not just a fantasy) Women in love (A hopeless dream of love supreme not what it seems to be) Fall so far Your fallen angel's come time torn from the heavenly fire You'll have to bite your tongue, it's intensity's desire You can say what you mean, feel you know who you are Looking into the eyes like a child in the dark (Repeat Chorus) Fall so hard It's a world, it's alive, it's a look in your eyes It's a touch, it's a kiss, it's a reason to fly You can say what you mean feel you know who you are Looking into the eyes like a child in the dark Women in love (Searchin' the night, lookin' for light, prayin' for one who sees) Women in love (Hopin' to find some peace of mind not just a fantasy) Women in love (Into the night, lover's delight, shakin' in ecstasy) Women in love (Searchin' the night, lookin' for light, prayin' for one who sees) Women in love (A hopeless dream of love supreme not what it seems to be) Fall so far |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Tonin' (1995)
There ain't no good in our goodbye-in'
True love takes a lot of tryin' Oh I'm cryin' Chorus : Let's hang on to what we've got Don't let go girl we've got a lot Got a lot of love between us Hang on hang on hang on To what we've got Dooh doot! Dooh doot! Dooh doot! You say you're gonna go and call it quits Gonna chuck it all and bring our love to bits Wish you never said it ( just breakin' up, forget it) Oh no we'll both regret it ( just breaking up and you'll regret it ) That little chip of diamond on your hand Ain't a fortune baby but you know it stands A love to tie and bind you (just for your love, the love babe) We just can't live behind us ( only the love , just for the love babe ) Baby ( don't you go ) Baby ( oh no no ) Think it over and stay - ay ! Chorus There isn't anything I wouldn't do I'd pay any price to get in good with you Give me a second turning ( then patch it up, come get it ) Don't cool while I'm burning ( then patch it up, you won't regret it ) You've got cryin' dying at your door Don't shut me out oh let me in once more Your arms I need to hold you (then open up and mend it ) Your heart oh girl I love you ( just open up then you will mend it ) Baby ( don't you go ) Baby ( oh no no ) Chorus Hangin' on to what we got (let's hang on ) Let's hang on to what we got ( we're hangin' on ) Hanging on to what we got ( let's hang on) Let's hang on to what we got ( we're hangin' on ) Hanging on to what we got Let's hang on on on - Ipiet, Ira, Hani, Chommar - |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Tonin' (1995)
Just groovin'
Groovin' woh oh oh Yeh e yeh e yeh groovin' Woh oh oh (Verse 1) Groovin' On a Sunday afternoon Really Couldn't get away to soon (Chorus 1) I can't imagine anything that's better The world is ours whenever we're together There ain't a place I'd like to be instead Yeh, just groovin' Just groovin' Groovin' woh oh oh (Verse 2) Groovin' Down a crowded avenue Doing Anything we like to do (anything, anything) (Chorus 2) There's always lots of things that we can see We can be anyone we'd like to be And all those happy people we could meet Yeh Groovin' On a Sunday afternoon Really Couldn't get away too soon No no no no Ahh's (Chorus 3) We'll keep on spending sunny days this way We're gonna talk and laugh the time away I feel it coming closer day by day Life would be ecstasy you and me endlessly (Repeat Verse 1) Groovin' On a Sunday afternoon Really (really now) Couldn't get away Yeh Couldn't get away now No, no, no groovin' (Fade) Just groovin' oh, oh yeh Just groovin' (Really) Just groovin' yeh, yeh, yeh (couldn't get away too soon, no, no, no) Just groovin' |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Tonin' (1995)
I Maybe you wanna give me kisses sweet
But for only one night with no repeat Maybe you'll go away and never call And a taste of honey is worse than none at all In that case I don't want no part That would only break my heart But if you feel like loving me If you've got the notion I second that emotion Say if you feel like giving me A lifetime of devotion I second that emotion Maybe you think that love will tie you down And you don't have the time to hang around Maybe you think that love was made for fools And so it makes you wise to break the rules In that case I don't want no part 'Cause that would only break my heart But if you feel like loving me If you've got the notion I second that emotion Say if you feel like giving me A lifetime of devotion I second that emotion In that case I don't want no part That would only break my heart But if you feel like loving me If you've got the notion I second that emotion But if you feel like giving me A lifetime of devotion I second that emotion But if you feel like giving me A lifetime of devotion I second that emotion |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Tonin' (1995)
Many loves have come to you
With a line that wasn't true And you passed them by (passed them by) Now you're in the center ring And their lines don't mean a thing Why don't you let me try (let me try) Now I don't wear a diamond ring I don't even know a song to sing All I know is la la la la la la la la la means I love you La la la la la la la la la means I love you If I ever saw a girl That I needed in this world You are the one for me (one for me) Let me hold you in my arms Girl and fill you with my charms I'm sure that you will see (you will see) *The things I am saying are true And the way I explain them to you Listen to me la la la la la la la la la means I love you, oh baby please La la la la la la la la la means I love you ... |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Tonin' (1995)
I ain't got time
To think about money Or what it can buy And I ain't got time To sit down and wonder What makes the birdies fly And I don't have the tima To think about what makes the flowers grow And I never give it a second thought To where the rivers flow Too busy thinking about my baby And I ain't got time to nothing else Too busy thinking about my baby And I ain't got time to nothing else I ain't got time to discuss the weather Or how it's gonna last And I ain't got time to do no studying Once I get out of class And I'm just a fellow I got a one track mind And when it comes to Thinking about anything about my baby I just don't have the time Too busy thinking about my baby And I ain't got time to nothing else Too busy thinking about my baby And I ain't got time to nothing else All the diamonds and pearls in the world Could never match her worth She's some kind of wonderful People tell you I've got heaven right here on earth And I'm just a fellow With a one track mind And when it comes to thinking about Anything but my baby I just don't have the time Too busy thinking about my baby And I ain't got time to nothing else Too busy thinking about my baby And I ain't got time to nothing else |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Tonin' (1995)
The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away The thrill is gone The thrill is gone away You know you done me wrong baby And you'll be sorry some day The thrill is gone It's gone away from me The thrill is gone baby The thrill is gone away from me Although I'll still live on But so lonely I'll be The thrill is gone It's gone away for good The thrill is gone It's gone away for good Someday I'll be over it all Just like a good woman should Y'know I'm free free now baby I'm free from your spell Y'know I'm free free now baby I'm free from your spell And now that it's all over All I can do is wish you well |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Tonin' (1995)
Hot fun in the summertime
Hot fun in the summertime Hot fun in the summertime Hot fun in the summertime End of the spring And here she comes back Hi hi hi hi there Well, summer days Those summer days I'd lie down when I want to Out of school County fair in the country sun And everything is cool (Repeat Chorus) That's when I had most of my fun back Hi hi hi hi there Well, summer days Those summer days (Repeat Bridge) (Repeat Chorus) |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Tonin' (1995)
Dream dream lover
Dream dream lover Every night I hope and pray A dream lover will come my way A girl to hold in my arms And know the magic of her charms Because I want a girl to call my own Chorus I want a dream lover So I don't have to dream alone Dream lover where are you With a love oh so true And a hand that I can hold To feel you near when I grow old Because I want a girl to call my own Chorus Someday I don't know how I hope you'll hear my plea Someway I don't know how She'll bring her love to me Dream lover until then I'll go to sleep and dream again That's the only thing to do Until my lover's dream come true Because I want a girl to call my own Chorus Oh?I got to hold on (someway) But I don't know how She'll bring her love to me Her love to me Dream lover until then I'll go to sleep and dream again That's the only thing to do Until my lover's dream come true Because I want a girl to call my own Chorus 3 X Dream dream lover Dream dream lover |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Tonin' (1995)
You can dance every dance
With the gut that gives you the eye; Let him hold you tight You can smile every smile For the man who held your hand Beneath the pale moonlight So don't forget who's taking you home And in whose arms you're gonna be So, darlin', save the last dance for me (Dance with me) Oh I know that the music's fine Like sparkling wine; Go and have your fun Laugh and sing, But while we're apart Don't give your heart to anyone So don't forget who's taking you home And in whose arms you're gonna be So, darlin', save the last dance for me Baby, don't you know I love you so? Can't you feel it when we touch? I will never, never let you go I love you, oh so much You can dance, go and carry on Till the night is gone It's time to go If he asks if you're all alone, Can he take you home, You must tell him no So don't forget who's taking you home And in whose arms you're gonna be So, darlin', save the last dance for me (Solo) So don't forget who's taking you home And in whose arms you're gonna be So, darlin', save the last dance for me Dance with me Dance with me Dance with me You can with me Oh, You can dance with me So don't forget who's taking you home And in whose arms you're gonna be So, darlin', save the last dance for me Save the last dance for me Save the last dance for me Save the last dance for me Save the last dance for me, etc. |
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from New 논스톱 III (뉴논스톱 III) [ost] (2003)
Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's kind of tall He's really fine Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine And he's neat And oh so sweet And just the way he looked at me He swept me off my feet Ooo whee, you ought to come and see How he walks And how he talks Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's really down And he's no clown He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town And he's cute In his mohair suit And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see His dueling scar And brand new car Every time he says he loves me Chills run down my spine Every time he wants to kiss me He makes me feel so fine Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Well he can dance (He can dance, take a chance with a little ro-) And make romance (mance baby, cause he's a looker) That's when I feel in love With just one glance (He's sweet talking and cool) He was shy And so was I And now I know I'll never, ever say goodbye Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see He's the most From coast to coast Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City |
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from Tapestry Revisited (0000)
Now, Smackwater Jack,
He bought a shotgun 'Cause he was in the mood For a little confrontation. He just a-let it all hang loose; He didn't think about the noose. He couldn't take no more abuse So he shot down the congregation. You can't talk to a man With a shotgun in his hand. Now, Big Jim the chief Stood for law and order. He called for the guard to come And surround the border. Now, from his bulldog mouth, As he led the posse south, Came the cry, "We got to ride To clean up the streets For our wives and our daughters!" You can't talk to a man When he don't wanna understand. No, no, no, no, no. The account of the capture Wasn't in the papers, But you know, they hanged ol' Smack right then Instead of later. You know, the people were quite pleased 'Cause the outlaw had been seized And on the whole, it was a very good year For the undertaker. You know, you know, you can't talk to a man With a shotgun in his hand. A shotgun in his hand. Smackwater Jack bought a shotgun. Yeah, Smackwater Jack bought a shotgun. Oh, Smackwater Jack, yeah. Talkin' 'bout Smackwater Jack, yeah. Talkin' 'bout a-Smackwater Jack, now. Talkin' 'bout Smack. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GOFFIN, GERRY/KING, CAROLE Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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from A League Of Their Own (그들만의 리그) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (1992)
I'm headin' for the station with a pack on my back
I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack And hear the lonesome whistle See the smoke from the stack And pal around with democratic fellows named "Mac" So, take me right back to the track, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo-Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack!You reach your destination but alas and alack You need some compensation to get back in the black You take a mornin' paper from the top of the stack And read the situations from the front to the back The only job that's open needs a man with a knack So, put it right back in the rack, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack!Gonna settle down by the railroad track And live the life o'Riley in a beaten down shack So when I hear a whistle I can peep thru the crack And watch the train a rollin' when it's ballin-the-jack For I just love the rhythm of the clickety clack So take me right back to the track, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo-Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack! last |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
Alan's solo:
Gather roun' 'n hear my story Oh boy! 'Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in town (Stompin' it off, stompin' it off...) He heard a local pianist What joy! Stompin' out music on an old upright pi-ano Here comes King that was downright ragged in a Scott Joplin way (Here he comes-Master of the stomp) Ol' Jelly knew the fella could play Dig him! by the things he heard his right hand say (Now - we're gonna romp)(There was no doubtin' that the man could swing)When Jelly Roll demanded his name Hail! King Porter Well, the man responded "Porter King" (Dig 'Im!) By order! Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote (Dig 'Im!) Y' wanna dig 'im a rompin' ditty 'bout the Porter (Dig 'Im!) Y' gonna dig 'im who was "King O' The Stomp" Porter King sho' can stompJelly wrote a ditty 'bout a fella who could romp This is the tune - "King Porter Stomp"When Porter's stridin' hands are flyin' An' all his fingers are testifyin' His two feet stompin' in ragged time That's a feelin' that is so sublime - Y' dig it?He's generatin' so much excitement Y' keep forgettin' just what uptight meant N' that's that fella named Porter King His style's the essence o' Swing(Well, well, well)Oh, well, go on n' tell itCheryl's solo: When Jelly first heard Porter King He declared he heard the very heart an' soul of swing A certain ragged kind o' romp in between a jump and a stomp When Jelly heard, well, he really knew because he played too That Porter was a King, really n' truly a stone king Another thing, somethin' never heard of "Somethin' else" is the sort o' phrase A fella'd prob'ly have t'use if'e was gonna describe the way Porter playsThere never was - an never's gonna be another strider fine as he I know no other ear will ever hear another like it here.Cheryl's solo background: Who you hunchin'? Dig them stompin' See them bunchin' They rompn'Sweat is poppin' Hips're rollin' Funk is droppin' Souls soulin'Heat is massin' Folks're swingin' Time is passin' Arms flingin'There's contagion Takin' over Swing is ragin' All overJanis' solo: Hey!!! Stop that!!! That stomp knocked me outta my hat! Who's that abusin' piano? Tell me his name, because he's boun' f' fame 'N how'd he figure such rhythm? Did he bring it here with 'im? What kinda cat is King Porter? Plinkin' an' plunkin' that romp he calls a stomp.Janis' solo backgrounds: Everybody groovin' and gigglin' Mercy! Take a look at that wigglin' See the cutie in the corner She's losin' her blues by stompin' outta her shoes The folks are hoopin' n' hoppin' Dig how all the fingers're poppin' Over there's a wild cat stone drunk The floor be his bunk.Tim's solo: Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp Just keep on ballin' till we start fallin' right through the floor It's so natch'ral You want more? Come - git it!Porter - he's the King! He knows how to stomp an' swing, That's King Porter Master of how to stompTim's solo backgrounds: Outside the moon is beamin' Inside the joint is steamin' Them folks can really, really party All night long Porter's stompin' Gits everybody rompin' Then everybody knows that one thing Porter's king.Who's the absolute Master of Stomp? King Porter! The rollicking Rajah of Romp? King Porter! The plinkin'est plunker This side o' the border? Who? Except King PorterWho is the King of the Keys? King Porter! An' constantly able to please? King Porter! An' who tickles ivories like nobody livin'? That's King Porter! He's the man!Unloosen yo' shoes (unloosen yo' shoes) Start payin' them dues (start payin' them dues) Git shed o' them blues Git shed o' them - Dang them blue! You don't shed 'em, you lose Spend a quarter! (spend a quarter) Give the order! (give the order) Mr. Porter - Mister Barrellhouse man git t' stompin' Make 'em git hot - git 'em rompin The got t' dig King Porter Stomp! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
Rhythm n' happiness
Souls in bliss 'n havin' fun (Oh no) If you can't there's nothin' to it (Oh no) I'm thinkin' I have t' paint you oneI'm gonna paint a sepia panorama so full of life the painting will come alive Bathed in blues 'n full of drama An' all the swing they needed so they'd survive I'll add some tans an' yellow ocher Such soul! So full of rhythm an' then some orange t' tone up the black a bit My goal is to be with 'em Purple haze t' lull the smoker What swing! What syncopation an cherry red t' loosen the back a bit That thing captured a nationAn' then a mere patina of subtle green Get down with me - you'll dig my study in brown to lighten up the purple n' tone it down Get down with me - tell about it all over town A dancing glow to highlight the subtle scene Get down with me - Dig how I'm paintin' the town an' there you'll have a study in brown My study in brownWell, git brown! Oh yeah, brown is the pigment Well, git down! Oh yeah, that's what cha' really meant Clown! Oh yeah, that's some studyWe're puttin' down "A Study In Brown"Coda: (That's why we're callin' it, "A Study In Brown!")Git brown! Oh yeah, brown is the pigment n' git down! Oh yeah, that's what cha' really meant Clown! Oh yeah, that's some studyDig what I mean! It's in the sceneWhat cha' talkin' 'bout? (Rhythm-A-Ning) That's my scene rhythm n'dancin' (Rhythm-A-Ning) you can add real romancin' (Yep!) I'll come clean, That's the way I like it Y' start real thin, then put some color in (Rhythm-A-Ning) Fuschia hues blended with subtones (Rhythm-A-Ning) Spread them blues, blarin' trombones (Yep!) Paint that scene Just the way I like it A dab or two - that's how to do it.Y' talkin' loud, hope people hear y'Hey dad! Mama's gonn git 'cha soon as you git home!Thats the ticket But where'd y'fin' th' wicket? from Verse to Coda |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
That's swing! Yes, sir!
(Swingin' from the time of birth) Hip thing - gasser! (Swingin' fit t'shake the earth) My man! Benny! (Swing a man for all he's worth) that's Moten's thingSwing, that's the thing Y'gotta dig it Bust loose 'n give it a try Go! Go! Go! Swing it! Swing it! Swing it!Put some pepper in the pot 'n that'll make it sweet an' hot 'Cause you're swingin', swingin', swingin'Violin Solo/Background Vocals: Take it Jackson! Make some action, oh, yeah Stir it up, stir it up, stir it up, stir it up Benny Hey! Moten's motion Makes you feel some, oh, yeah Stir it up, stir it up, stir it up Let the chick steal some - GO!!!Let the chick steal some - GO!!!Aw - shake that pretty little bundle Til you're poppin' your top "Cause I'm jus' gittin' in the groove Baby, please don't stop Ooh - turn me loose, lemme go, gimme room, lemme flow like water downstream I'm livin' my dream. swingin' like a rusty gate - oops! That's it, it's the Moten's swingIf you ever git it, don't 'cha run wit it, Benny done did it way back Yes, sir, Mr. Moten It's his thing That's swingin' - He's a swingin' itNobody can define it It's a thing you can't describe in words It's swingin', it's swingin' Swing, they call it Benny Moten does itMos' people groove behin' it Crowdin' every ballroom floor in herds Jes' swingin', an' swingin's What they call it Benny Moten was itSatchmo from Oliver defined it - Singin' Basie with Moten, he refined it - swingin'Now everyone's hip Everyone's hip to the tip People say it drives you crazy Everyone digs that thing Everyone likes a fling Everyone likes to swing |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
A-tisket, a-tasket
A brown and yellow basket I sent a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped itI dropped it, I dropped it Yes on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And put it in her pocketShe was truckin' on down the avenue Not a single thing to do She went peck, peck, peckin' all around When she spied it on the groundShe took it, she took it, My little yellow basket And if she doesn't bring it back I think that I will dieA-tisket, a-tasket I lost my yellow basket And if that girlie don't return it Don't know what I'll doOh dear, I wonder where my basket can be? (So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we) Oh gee, I wish that little girl I could see (So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we)Oh why was I so careless with that basket of mine That itty-bitty basket was a joy of mineA-tisket, a-tasket, I lost my yellow basket Won't someone help me find my basket And make me happy again, again!(Was it green?) No, no, no, no (Was it red?) No, no, no, no (Was it blue?) No, no, no, no Just a little yellow basketA little yellow basket |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
Why do robins sing in December?
Long before the Springtime is due? And even though it's snowing, violets are growing I Know Why and so do you Why do breezes sigh ev'ry ev'ning whispering your name as they do? And why have I the feeling stars are on my ceiling? I Know Why and so do you When you smile at me I hear gypsy violins When you dance with me I'm in heaven when the music begins I can see the sun when it's raining hiding ev'ry cloud from my view And why do I see rainbows when you're in my arms? I Know Why and so do you I Know Why and so do you |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
Once a mockingbird (dig) - he was overheard (what)
-singing out a word (I) - to a cattle heard: (heard) (Quoth the mockingbird - "dig what I'm layin' down") "All you bovine creatures - dig what I'm layin' down!"All you sinners drop everything everything Let the melody and the harmony ring let it ring Lift arms up to Heaven and sing ring-a-ding Sing you sinners woncha sway n' swing what a thingStart with clappin' y'hands all about all about Don't be silent - Let the Lord hear y'shout shout it out And jus' let the music come out of yr snout Sing you sinners woncha sway n' swing check it out (Dig the drift of what I mean)In a world where there's no music (Old Scratch) Satan gets his kicks (He's up to his tricks) He'll be laughing up and down the banks (Hee, hee, hee) Of that river StyxYou're so wicked baby, and you're depraved You can rave It's apparent that you have misbehaved To your grave But if you should wanna be saved Jus' behave Take a listen now to the bird...Janis' solo: Stop all that chewin' yer cud - and all that standin' in the mud there Swing people! Swing every chortle from yer mortal portal I dig that everyone believes that all cattle prodigies are like a sneeze Hard blowin'-missin one lick of blowin' talent to show(If y'sing - y' gotta swing!)But remember that the day will come when you will be just steak on a plate (Folks, y'know it's fate) So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere - (before your swing arrives too late)Janis' solo, continued: That's a little too dark Still, it's true - we've got breath for such a limited time What are ya, stupid, ya cows?? - you'd think to sing was a crimeIn defense now; hence now; Here's comes Adele McCluck:Cheryl's solo: Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you haven't heard the friendly bellowing swing of our friends the cows - as they shed their way from Teagarden to Fuller Instead of spendin' ev'ry day jus' sneakin' around to life another lick - These cats work on their cow-tone, so when they get up to blow They blow a fatter bone-tone into the ozone(And furthermore...)Alan's solo: You tweety-birds are always singin' away Never givin' up thought of what you say We cows do - shedding takes up most of our day So when we start and settle in to play - we can say A moo is an array of what we've always known to be the best and only way to play(What we mean to say is...)Before the band will letcha sing (Sing with Fletcher Henderson) You've got to get y'self to swing (Like the Bean or Satch) So your horn can blow - a single note or two of deeper thinking (That's the way to swing) So set your mind upon a tone (When you're shedding all alone) And you will have a cornerstone (Like the bass trombone) Blow your horn and take a bow So that you're swinging like the cows Pythagoras would be so proud of us |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea, and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup boy I love java, sweet and hot Oops, mister motor, I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup Ooh, slip me a slug from that wonderful mug And I'll cut a rug till I'm snug in a jug A slice of onion, and a raw one Draw one, waiter, waiter, percolater I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea, and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup boy Boston beans, soy beans I said the little, itty-bitty green beans, Cabbage and greens You know that I'm not keen about a bean Unless it is a chili chili bean,boy I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea, and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup Ooh slip me a slug from that wonderful mug And I'll cut a rug that's snug in a jug Drop your nickel in my pot Joe, takin' it slow, waiter, waiter, percolater I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea, and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup boy
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
Saints and sinners, come one, come all
(Have a little revival) Losers, winners, answer my call "Cause right now the tent's up (Really it is) The word's out - (Truly, it is) An' has been since the dawn (Hear me tell ya) The call's out (Really it is) An' we're 'bout (Tendin' t'biz) To git this meetin' on - Hear me tellin' you Brothers n' sisters who want to repent (That's right!) You'll find what you've been lookin' for right here in the tentCheryl's solo: Lend an ear an' you'll see "Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobody knows it better than me I was so low that I know that only a miracle like this is the only way t' heavenly blissIt's really the truth, Lawdy, I know it I know it 'cuz I been taken through it Now the spirits in me an' allowed the Lord t'win me, I can testify to itSweet, sweet the angel's song Sweet the feelin' I been searchin' for for ever so long I never again imagine livin' life like I was livin' when I lived wrongGit ready (Sing) Here they come! the choir's all set Be steady (Pray) See the people fillin' them pews Be willin' (All) To announce without a regret It's thrillin'! (Day) Tell the world the wonderful newsFolks are troopin' in from far 'n near f' news that they can hardly wait to hear They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin' for food for the soul, yeahStarved 'cause they're waitin' for what will not grow oldPreacher's openin' up the book He's gonna pause awhile an' take a look 'n then he'll start tellin' everyone 'jes how t' do, yeahStart tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeahSister Emmy Lou done gone t' shoutin' an jumpin' 'cause she feels the spirit the congregation's stompin' it's feet an' everybody's movin' outta their seat They really gonna get this meetin' on An' praise the Lord until the dawn(Yeah) - Hear that preacher spread the word (Hear that Preacher) 'cause its the greatest word you ever heard He's our teacher When he says "I'm callin' sinners right now you hear? I'm callin' sinners right to me" When ol' Satan grabs your soul When he grabs you It takes the Lord's true word to break his hold, Trouble nabs you So I say, "You got to listen mostly to me. You got to listen closely."Don't let the devil catch y' nappin' Gotta' keep the vigil every minute or the devil surely git you"Watch your step 'n how you act Watch what you do Mister Scratch is here, an' that's a fact He wants you too If anyone can stop him, I can That's why I'm the Preacher Man"We hear the word We hear your voice We know there really isn't any other choiceHead f'heaven t'day (We're on the gospel train) We can show you the way (Relieve all strain) Leave your cares and your woes (Yes!) Heaven knows (Yes!) Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes (Yes!) Come git aboard (We still got space) Hear the word of the Lord (We saved your place) Save your soul while y'can (Yes!) Sinner man (Yes!) Git on as fast as you can You've heard the sermon sublime Down South Camp Meetin' time! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
Janis' solo:
Brothers n' sisters listen while I tell you about the strangest thing Somethin' you might have heard before, like a bell's familiar ringTopsy-thought he had it all covered, Yes sir! Turvy, he never really had a mind to hear what Mr. Topsy had to sayIt's such a scene Fightin' all the time They're gettin' mean All the sparks're flyin' Is this a dream? Makes you wanna cry I'm gonna scream What's the point? I wonder why.Janis' solo continued: My, my, my, my, my people you should know - these cats'll never get no relief Turvy, and sweet - Top-sy - it's so pulverizin', paralyzin'; Doncha know? (YES YES)Tim's solo: Y' know I really don't get it That's the way it always seems to be-dread it Everytime I come around these cats are always scrappin' Yappin' all about some little fluffy piece of ding a lingin' stain around the elbow A bit of this, a bit of that - you bet your dollar that the joint's a hellzapoppin' Man alive! Topsy's in a fit Turvy's in a snit Ain't there anyone here who can put out the fire?This is the most exasperatin' situation tell ya I ain't-never seen the likes of this one And I have seen a bunch that'll really make y' think about it Wait a minute, hold your horses, here they comin' nowOh Mr. Topsy you sure bring me down Better believe you're spittin' the cotton-you are spittin' the cotton now Ah! And Mr. Turvy your head's no where bound It's somethin' I would rather do without Ha! Ain't you had enough of Topsy Turvy I've had more than I can handle n' it's tested my patience now Sick and tired of this crazy scene I'm a little more than sick n' tired, oh, I'm really wired There's another way to go about this brother Won'tcha hear me now, got'ta dig what I'm 'bout to tell ya Loving one another's what I mean Boy love'll really straighten y' out - If you'll only check it outIt's such a scene Fightin's such a crime Now, they're gettin' mean Bound t' lose their mind Man, is this a dream? Wastin' so much time Help! I'm gonna scream Wastin' yours And wastin' mineTopsy Turvey's World is Topsy Turvy a little lovin' might undo it Just because they can't meet in betweenWoe, (oh) Woe (no) Woe (oh) Woe (no) Woe Woe, Woe, Woe, Woe, Woe Woe, (oh no) Woe (oh no) Woe (oh no) Woe (oh no) Woe Top-sy Tur-vy Top-sy Tur-vy OoooooohWhat a pity |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
See the white and fluffy clouds
Adore the sun As he shines his light On each and every one Still, those clouds can hide his light Till the day becomes like night So my light heart would darken too If I ever lost youAs the clouds begin to shed Their tears of rain So my aching heart would Shed its tears of pain Till that happy moment when Darkened clouds roll by and then White and fluffy clouds Adore the sun once againCheryl's Solo: When I was young I'd long to touch a cloud On my back on a bed of green I'd contemplate the cloud scene They would form themselves into a lot o' different kinds o' pictures Of the kind that pre-existed in my mind Paintin' the kind o' scene That I never saw on a wide screen Look! Ain't that Moses on the mount! There! Monte Christo an' a gallant count! Four white horses and a coach Proceeding madly to approach the sunlit castle of his majesty the kingIsn't that a flying saucer and a pilgrim out of Chaucer going by? They're all right there in a cloud Standing tall and proud How thrilling to see! A panorama that will never end like the movies do "Cause they're yours alone an' under your direction How'd y'like the movie that was showin' t'day? An' what a cast! An' not only the casting but a story full of glory everlasting the errant, fluffy clouds doing everything they have always done Like adore the sun Come out an' do their thing againStephane Grappelli/Stochelo Rosenberg Solo See the white, fluffy clouds adore the sun As he shines his light on each and every one White and fluffy clouds adore the sun Once again. |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
I'm hurrying home to you
I'm through with being lonely I'm hurrying home to you Don'cha know you're my one and only Fast fast travelin' fast dear The quarrels of the past we'll keep 'em in the past(Higher Higher Ever Higher)Skyliner Skyliner flying so freely We seem to really touch heaven Sunbeams all dance on your wings where the light falls And then when night callsStars giving a show for the people below the sky(I'll get home sooner if the)Jet streams behind me memories remind me Your love will guide me Skyliner fly(Right to your lover and then)You'll hold him closely And sing to him sweetly Skyliner SkylinerA silver stream that's crystallized Shining its rays across the sky('n bye and bye the clouds roll by)Why don't we dig that crazy kingdom in the sky, thatHi-fly swinging in the Sky-liner Just forgetting the troubles below meAlan's solo: Flyin' in the sky It's a natural kind of high When you're ridin' in the atmosphere The steadily movin' ozone will direct you to this song you want to hearHey (you dig me) If I'm dreaming shake me(better believe it) Say (you wig me) If I'm sleeping wake meTim's solo: It's a little short time now upon this place We're workin' a lot n' frettin' about The who have n' who have not So please just take a moment out And move a little closer We will sing this song and try to make you happyGiving a show for the people below as we fly Hearing the beat of the motors with a sigh(And so we're riding on the)Skyliner Skyliner (I'm hurrying home to you, I'm through with being lonely) flying so freely (I'm hurrying home to you, don'cha know you're my one and only) We seem to really touch heaven (Fast fast hurrying fast dear-the quarrels of the past we'll keep 'em in the past)Sunbeams all dance on your (I'm gonna be holdin' you, And now I'm feelin' jumpy) wings where the light falls (I'm gonna be holdin' you, I don't care if the ride gets bumpy) Then when the night calls (Fast fast travelin' fast dear) |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
The jam is jumpin'
the drums are pumpin' the groove is lockin' in the rhythm like we want it to beNo time for stallin' We're really haulin' we've gotta keep it in the pocket or we'll stagger behindYou never know just when to leave it when you're riffin' in time Or if the time itself will falter, or of words even rhyme But we admit, the trick to it is not to think about it when you're busy bravin' all the notes in the lineThis time we mean it We're gonna swing it And take you right up to the end before we try to unwindI've never been the kind of guy who could just normally quit Never could decide when to rest my pride and feel all right with just good enough Thoughts, they gather tellin' me to look to find a bright new way to assemble all the stimulated motives that haunt me tryin' a live it, be in the moment, tryin' to sing it alone can beckon to me, a feelin' of being bent so I believe, takin' a leave is the brightest way to stop All the chatter boxin' going 'round in my brain so I'm wailin' - movin' and groovin' this part of this song I hope that my riff's good enough to keep better leave it now or go out of my mindNow I dig you think that perfect's what we should make it But I've been down that road and I can tell ya how we feel's the most important thing about it Whether you're right or whether you might think we're pathetic A little lighter on the reins will help you loosen up the chains that are still binding you - In the past, whenever thoughts I had would try to re- evaluate all that i would do I'd hesitate, consolidate, and motivate All the little pearls of doubt that strive to break up every single bit of precious joy that flowed from God's soul spark that shines within me That's it in a nut shell So take advice from this sap, go for feel and leave it aloneNow's the time to sing Swing is what we bring Rhythm that's the thing To really get your spirit movin' higherGonna jump and play Dance the night away Make you really sway And let the music take you even higherE-lla sang this song real special Come on, come on - we'll sing this special song for youOne more one we'll go but before we blow we want you to know The take is really good enough, we'll keep it! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Swing (1997)
I'm headin' for the station with a pack on my back
I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack And hear the lonesome whistle See the smoke from the stack And pal around with democratic fellows named "Mac" So, take me right back to the track, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo-Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack!You reach your destination but alas and alack You need some compensation to get back in the black You take a mornin' paper from the top of the stack And read the situations from the front to the back The only job that's open needs a man with a knack So, put it right back in the rack, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack!Gonna settle down by the railroad track And live the life o'Riley in a beaten down shack So when I hear a whistle I can peep thru the crack And watch the train a rollin' when it's ballin-the-jack For I just love the rhythm of the clickety clack So take me right back to the track, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo-Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack! last |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bodies And Souls (1983)
Down on the corner there's a reasonto smile When those evenin' shadowsfall Some kinda feelin' that it'shard to deny Once the neon lightsstart to call People out there searchin'for action Daytime distraction slippin'right on by Tonight, let's tastethe spice of life Keep it sweetuntil the mornin' light Watch fantasyunfold And let the lovin' flow Caughtin the madness of a summer romance Ata moonlight rendezvous Lost in thespirit of a sensual dance That cancast a spell over you All you need'sa night to remember Flyin' togetheron the highest high Tonight, let'staste the spice of life A littlemusic and some candlelight Put passionin control And let the lovin' flow Couldbe the start of a million dreamswe share So lay back in the feelin'let the evenin' take you there Allwe need is a night to remember Flyin'together on the highest high Tonight,let's taste the spice of life Alittle music and some candlelight Putpassion in control And let the lovin'flow All night we'll taste the spiceof life Keep it sweet until themornin' light Watch fantasy unfold That'sthe only way to go
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bodies And Souls (1983)
The light is bending early
Around the prodigal The gunner whispers gently His shadow on the wall The crowd is bursting from me A single animal It finds its freedom early They're going to take it allThis independence We are the metal shell 0,000 bodies Run from an empty well All of your lovers Are heroes in my bed All night the echoes Of breathing headsA falling body near me A silent angry cry A miracle of purpose Looks up into the sky A camera crew is running The world is shrinking fast Tonight you drink your coffee And watch the world aghastThis independence We are the metal shell 0,000 bodies Run from an empty well All of your lovers Are heroes in my bed All night the echoes Of breathing headsA camera crew is running The world is shrinking fast Tonight you drink your coffee And watch the world aghastThis independence We are the metal shell 0,000 bodies Run from an empty well All of your lovers Are heroes in my bed All night the echoes Of breathing headsThis independence We are the metal shell 0,000 bodies Run from an empty well All of your lovers Are heroes in my bed All night the echoes Of breathing heads |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bodies And Souls (1983)
Turnin' back the hands of time
Holdin' on to misty memories Chasin' shadows thru the night Tryin' to find that happy ending Reaching out for another chance at heaven We can still find the way if we tryYou gotta believe in the mystery How it used to be We were more than lonely drifters in the dark Oh I can remember the sun inside When love held us tight Can't you see I need that magic in my heart Instead of it tearing apartDiamonds shinin' in the night Lyin' soft and warm together Only images survive Can't this dream go on forever? There is still time to lock away the sadness Let the secrets of love start to smileIt's only believin' the mystery Like it used to be Baby bring back all the passion to my life Oh don't you remember the tender days All the love we made Can't we feel that warm sensation here tonight, oh....Lonely spirits seem to whisper in the wind It's a silent song that's never meant to be Since the dawn of time the mystery never ends We can find forever If we let love rise againWon't you reach for another chance at heaven We can still find the way if we tryIt's only believin' in the mystery How it used to be Baby bring back all the passion to my life Oh cause I can remember the tender days All the love we made I need to feel that warm sensation - oh babyMystery How it used to be We were oh so much more Oh baby, don't you remember (sun inside) (held us tight) Love held us tight Turn around and look at me baby Oh we gotta get back, gotta get back, gotta get back, gotta get back Please take me there - Oh I remember all the passion Tender days - all the love we made And I need to feel you baby.... |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bodies And Souls (1983)
Mama said he'd be a failure
Live down on the Bowery somewhere, yeah Libacious schoolboy with that Slicked back hair Playing your guitar You rock and you roll...Listen to American pop American pop Listen to American pop - music Listen to American pop American pop Listen to American pop music...Down on the corner Turn on your radio Frankie there you are Underneath the skyline The roar and the heatListen American pop Listen American music Listen American pop Listen American musicVOCAL BREAKDOWN Mama look at your boy nowListen to American pop American pop Listen to American pop - music Listen to American pop American pop Listen to American pop music |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bodies And Souls (1983)
Before the jungle closes in
A letter to America The candles are a cocoa hue Inside the room of missing men 00 mercenary souls Ohhhhhhh We are the army of the night Ohhhhhhh One foot in front of the other babe One baby step, I,I,I, I Feel a soldier of fortune Marching inside of me We drink our gin in Mandalay Afraid of what we have become This is the moment of intrigue Ohhhhhhh A tiger dreaming of his prey Ohhhhhhh This is the edge of history One foot in front of the other babe One baby step, I, I, I, I Feel a soldier of fortune Marching inside of me |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bodies And Souls (1983)
There's an infinity of ways
And just as many people striving for them, oh Who's to say what is wrong or right Only we can judge what lies within us It's our code of lifeSo much is counting on what we say So many virtues that we must weigh Where's the light we long for love must find a way And all things in their time will follow, oh....It's like a wave of honor in motion, floating away, It's like an overwhelming emotion, one and the same If we take the time to find it We can help define a way unchartedCode of ethics, feel it Stand, be counted Life is only what we make it So don't fake it Just make it rightLike a visionary's dream There's a cry for truth we need to know Is it life or a novel's theme Underlying codes we'd live or die for It's a mysteryViolence is growing, it's in the air People are starving while others stare Where's the light we long for?Love must find a way And all things in their time will follow - oh If we take the time to find it We can help define a way unchartedCode of ethics, feel it Stand, be counted Life is only what we make it So don't fake it Just make it rightCode of ethics, live it Stand, be counted Life is only what we make it So don't fake it Just make it right |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bodies And Souls (1983)
Gentle one
Malaise En Malaisie Secure a cure to see this favor, won't you send me Two might be in love in Malaisie It's so bittersweet, Malaise haunting me So inseparable, Malaise En MalaisieRequited love said adieu Asian eyes rendezvous And my heart beats unanswered Love burns fast, love burns true Mon amour I need you Come to me my entrancer Long ago we vowed this love unsung Now I write so perplexed and numbGentle one Malaise En Malaisie Secure a cure to see this favor, won't you send me Two might be in love in Malaisie It's so bittersweet, Malaise haunting me So inseparable, Malaise En MalaisieA silent cry cools the night Jungles hide you from sight Indonesia confesses My passion calls out your name Fever runs through my brain Like a maze of oppression Chances are you'll say "Too late, au revoir" Still I write this prayer from MalasiaGentle one Malaise En Malaisie Secure a cure to see this favor, won't you send me Two might be in love in Malaisie It's so bittersweet, Malaise haunting me So inseparable, Malaise En Malaisie |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bodies And Souls (1983)
Saints and sinners, come one, come all
(Have a little revival) Losers, winners, answer my call "Cause right now the tent's up (Really it is) The word's out - (Truly, it is) An' has been since the dawn (Hear me tell ya) The call's out (Really it is) An' we're 'bout (Tendin' t'biz) To git this meetin' on - Hear me tellin' you Brothers n' sisters who want to repent (That's right!) You'll find what you've been lookin' for right here in the tentCheryl's solo: Lend an ear an' you'll see "Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobody knows it better than me I was so low that I know that only a miracle like this is the only way t' heavenly blissIt's really the truth, Lawdy, I know it I know it 'cuz I been taken through it Now the spirits in me an' allowed the Lord t'win me, I can testify to itSweet, sweet the angel's song Sweet the feelin' I been searchin' for for ever so long I never again imagine livin' life like I was livin' when I lived wrongGit ready (Sing) Here they come! the choir's all set Be steady (Pray) See the people fillin' them pews Be willin' (All) To announce without a regret It's thrillin'! (Day) Tell the world the wonderful newsFolks are troopin' in from far 'n near f' news that they can hardly wait to hear They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin' for food for the soul, yeahStarved 'cause they're waitin' for what will not grow oldPreacher's openin' up the book He's gonna pause awhile an' take a look 'n then he'll start tellin' everyone 'jes how t' do, yeahStart tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeahSister Emmy Lou done gone t' shoutin' an jumpin' 'cause she feels the spirit the congregation's stompin' it's feet an' everybody's movin' outta their seat They really gonna get this meetin' on An' praise the Lord until the dawn(Yeah) - Hear that preacher spread the word (Hear that Preacher) 'cause its the greatest word you ever heard He's our teacher When he says "I'm callin' sinners right now you hear? I'm callin' sinners right to me" When ol' Satan grabs your soul When he grabs you It takes the Lord's true word to break his hold, Trouble nabs you So I say, "You got to listen mostly to me. You got to listen closely."Don't let the devil catch y' nappin' Gotta' keep the vigil every minute or the devil surely git you"Watch your step 'n how you act Watch what you do Mister Scratch is here, an' that's a fact He wants you too If anyone can stop him, I can That's why I'm the Preacher Man"We hear the word We hear your voice We know there really isn't any other choiceHead f'heaven t'day (We're on the gospel train) We can show you the way (Relieve all strain) Leave your cares and your woes (Yes!) Heaven knows (Yes!) Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes (Yes!) Come git aboard (We still got space) Hear the word of the Lord (We saved your place) Save your soul while y'can (Yes!) Sinner man (Yes!) Git on as fast as you can You've heard the sermon sublime Down South Camp Meetin' time! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bodies And Souls (1983)
Goodbye love...
The shadows climb the wall The door is closing, now on to something moreAnd goodbye love A whisper down the hall The wind that's all You still don't callMaybe I'll drink too much Try not to think too much And lie awake each night until the dawnGoodbye love We hardly ever flew But I'll remember At least forever The time of love and you |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bodies And Souls (1983)
The night that Monk returned to heaven
Climbed every step and stood on seven He hummed "Epistrophy"The light of angels shone above him They mentioned God would surely love him... To play "My dear, Ruby"So Monk Pure Monk Sat down and played a And God said, "Monk...the door is open to my house |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bop Doo-Wopp (1985)
If you ever
Plan to motor west Travel my way, take the highway that's the best Get your kicks on Route 66It winds from Chicago to LA More than two thousand miles all the way Hey, get your kicks on Route 66Now you go through St. Louie Joplin, Missouri And Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty Hey Janis, now you'll see Amarillo Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff Arizona Don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San BernadinoWon't you get hip to this timely tip When you make that California trip Get your kicks on Route 66Now you go through St. Louie Joplin, Missouri And Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty Now you'll see Amarillo Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff Arizona Don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San BernadinoWon't you get hip to this timely tip When you make that California trip Get your kicks on Route 66Get your kicks on Route six six Get your kicks on Route 66 Get your kicks on Route six sixWhoo whoo ------ |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bop Doo-Wopp (1985)
Last time Last time I saw Jeannine She looked just like a royal queen And she cruised by With some wealthy guy In a Cadillac limousine Last time Last time I saw JeannineLast time Last time I saw Jeannine Recall when we were seventeen I was a beau 'Twas not so long ago But too short Of that long lost dream To satisfy JeannineNow she's gone from me Moved away from the old neighborhood And I'm certain She's gone for goodLast time Last time I saw Jeannine The dollar signs stood in between It was a love lost to the rising cost But since then, I have never seen I have never seen JeannineInstrumental soloNow she's gone from me Moved away from the old neighborhood And I'm certain She's gone for goodLast time Last time I saw Jeannine The dollar signs stood in between It was a love lost to the rising cost But since then, I have never seen I have never seen JeannineLast time Last time I saw Jeannine Last time Last time I saw JeannineScat sectionHey cats - are you ready? Oh Jeannine (Jeannine) Jeannine (Jeannine)Last time Last time I saw Jeannine -- Last time I saw Jeannine -- |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bop Doo-Wopp (1985)
I woke up this morning with a feeling of despair
I looked for my pussy but my pussy wasn't there Well, well, well My cat fell in the well Oh puss puss puss poor kitty kitty kitty My cat fell in the wellI got out a ladder and I climbed down to my pet I saw in a jiffy that my puss was soakin' wet Well, well, well My cat fell in the well Oh puss puss puss poor kitty kitty kitty My cat fell in the wellThe doggone hole by the pump Once she pushed, and in she jumped There never was a kitty half as pretty as the pussy that fell in the well There never was a pussy that could quite compare with her Pretty as a picture with her long and silky fur -Well, well, well, well my cat fell in the well, well Oh oh oh pussy pussy pussy poor kitty kitty kitty My cat fell in the wellIf you have a pussy that you wouldn't trade or sell Never let her wander or she might fall in a well Well, well, well My cat fell in the well Oh puss puss puss poor kitty kitty kitty My cat fell in the well Fell in the - well! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bop Doo-Wopp (1985)
Well I'm known near and far
as the cousin to the czar I'm the Duke, Duke of Dubuque It's well understood that my credit is no good (no good, no good) I'm the Duke of Dubuque And if you don't believe me and tell me it ain't true I've only got one answer, that answer's' "botsch" to you! For now, au revoir, I must write the dear old czar I'm the Duke of DubuqueI'm descended from the Romanovs in Russia In the books my father was the czar of Prussia But he sailed away one day to the state of Iowa That's how you'll find me in the USA I'm the crackers, I'm the cheese Yeah call them Oakhounds, if you please Cause I'm the Duke Yes, I'm the Duke of DubuqueYeah I'm wrackin' Wrackin' my brains baby So give me, give me some of that gravy 'Cause I'm the Duke I said I'm the Duke of DubuqueAnd if you don't believe me and tell me it ain't true I've only got one answer, That answer's nuts to you!For now, fun to do, can you spare a buck or two? I'm the Duke, Duke of DubuqueHe's the Duke, Duke of Dubuque He's the Duke, Duke of Dubuque (He is the Duke of Dubuque) Yes, I'm the Duke, the Duke of Dubuque Doo dat doo dat doo dat Dubuque |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bop Doo-Wopp (1985)
Somewhere there's music, how faint the tune
Somewhere there's heaven, How high the moon There is no moon above where love is far away too 'Til it comes true That you love me as I love youSomewhere there's music, how near how far Somewhere there's heaven, it's where you are The darkest night would shine if you would come to me soon Until you will be still my heart How high the moon!Guitar SoloSomewhere there's music, how faint the tune Somewhere there's a heaven, How high the moon There is no moon above where love is far away too Until you will, be still my heart How high the moon! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bop Doo-Wopp (1985)
Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty
Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty Dit dot ditty, Baby come home to me I sent my baby a telegram asking to be her man Begging her to come back home to me (Baby come home to me) Oh I dotted the I's and I crossed the T's And I'm begging pretty please Honey honey, come back home to me (Baby come home to me) Dit dot.. Baby I want your love Woo-oo Baby I need your love Ooo Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me) Dit dot. Got to have your love Woo-oo Can't live without your love Woo-oo Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me) Oh I made mistakes, yes that's the truth But the biggest one I made with you Honey honey, come back home to me (Baby come home to me) I thought that you would understand I'm just a one woman man Not like before so come back home to me (Baby come home to me) Dit dot... Baby I want your love Woo-oo Baby I need your love Ooo Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me) Dit dot... Got to have your love Woo-oo Can't live without your love Woo-oo Honey honey come back home to me (Come back home to me) Dit dot ditty dit dot a ditty ditty Ooo, aahh (Baby come home to me) I said Come back come back to me Come back come back to me Come back baby come back to me Come back come back to me Come back come back to me Come back baby come back to me (Repeat to fade) |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bop Doo-Wopp (1985)
Look it here Safronia had a guy that died pneumonia
In the state of California, if you'd like t'know I want a little girl to be all mine in the wintertimeWhen the rain starts raining an' the snow starts snowin' you reach up and turn on the radio Look out Jack you'd better take it slow 'cause the chicks are rarin' t' goWell you reach on bed, you grab a jig, take a little nip an' get ready t' mug Look at your gal, you kiss her and you sate her make her holler 'I surrender, I surrender!' Eyes a muggin' shoot the liquor to me John boy Take a tip from me, she's sweeter, my Safronia BSax soloWell you reach on bed, you grab a jig, take a little nip an' get ready t' mug Look at your gal, you kiss her and you sate her make her holler 'I surrender, I surrender!' Eyes a muggin' shoot the liquor to me John boy Take a tip from me, she's sweeter, my Safronia BYeah yeah (oh yeah) She's sweeter, that gal is sweeter I said she's sweeter, my Safronia B yeah! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bop Doo-Wopp (1985)
You're my heart's desire, You're my hearts desire--You are
My heart's desire (hearts desire) You set my soul on fire (soul on fire) When your lips are close to mine You'll find -- That you're my hearts desire (you're my hearts desire, you're my hearts desire)Oh-- No other love could be (love could be) As sweet as yours to me (yours to me) Oh my darling, oh can't you plainly see That you're my hearts desireNo other dream could replace That lonely and cold empty space And fill my heart with a love For it's you I'm dreaming of...There's one thing I know (baby I know) I know that wherever, wherever, wherever you may go (you may go) Oh honey I'll forever keep on loving and wanting you so 'Cause you're my hearts desire You are my heart's desire |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bop Doo-Wopp (1985)
I still remember the day that we met
Your smile is something I'll never forget And since that day my love grows and grows And that's the way it goesThe way it goes...I spent a lifetime just waiting for you But from now on dear my searching is through For you have made all my dreams come true And that's the way it goesFrom out of nowhere you came into view Now I'm completely in love with you You walked right in, my heart walked out You took its place without doubtOh won't you please open your heart to me For since I've known you, you're all that I see You are the one love that my heart has chosen That's the way it goes - It goes --- |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Bop Doo-Wopp (1985)
Oh my love, my darling (yeah) I hunger for your t-t-t-t-t-t-touch, oooooh Time goes by so slowly Yes and time can do so m-m-m-m-m-m-much Are you still mine--I need your love (Need it, need it, need it, need it, need it, need it) I need your love (Need it, need it, need it, need it, need it, need it, need it) Godspeed your love right now (Yeah, yeah)Lonely rivers flow to the sea, (Yeah, yeah, flow, flow to, Sea sea look at the sea) To the open arms (Cmon pretty baby do you too - Yeah yeah) Of the sea (Of the sea, sea look at the sea) Time (C'mon pretty baby one more time, yeah yeah) Near the side (Near the side side, wait for me, me wait for me) Wait for me (I'll be comin' home my baby I, yeah yeah) I'll be comin' home, wait and see (be comin' home)Oh my love, my darling (yeah) I hunger for your t-t-t-t-t-t-touch ooooh Time goes by so slowly Yes and time can do so m-m-m-m-m-m-much Are you still mine--I need your love (Need it, need it, need it, need it, need it, need it) I need your love (Need it, need it, need it, need it, need it, need it, need it) Godspeed your love right now (Yeah, yeah)Oh my love, my darling (yes) I hunger for your t-t-t-t-t-t-touch ooooh T-t-t-t-t-t-touch ooooh, t-t-t-t-t-t-touch ooooh, t-t-t-t-t-t-touch ooooh T-t-t-t-touch ooooh T-t-t-t-touch ooooh |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
Wait'll y'dig it on the map - Airegin
Spelled backwards Really're closin' up the gap - Airegin Gone fac'wards Back long time ago they saw a ghost Ghost made a boast Soon that ghost was host ( first 8 bars)Those losing their hue They goofed 'n got the wrong view First, things reverse, last is first! Y' dig it!Whatta' y' think o'that'n get a load a' What I tell y' What this place is no one knows it There's no traces of the kind o'place it was Before it got "discovered" by the kind o' Cat that knows the earth belongs t'him Back when the world was young An' man was a living god An' he walked this earthly sod This was sod that god would trod on Till one day a stranger landed With a line o'jive Laid it on the natives till he had 'em thinkin' Maybe that they should really take five An' he quickly stole the natives' soul So he could control it An' he took care of that missionary biz Till the lan' was hisNever heard a story draggy as that Tell th' truth I ain't never heard another That exasperated more What an exasperating narrative t'play Upon the sensitive and kindly soul that I am 'Way back when I was crawlin' in m'crib I was doin' all kinds o'thinkin' Aw'ready I had figured out the 'cut of m'jib' The kind o'soul that never liked t'tell 'r live a fib A body who was steadily reachin' up A min' always thinkin' on high-minded things Whee! I was always one t'be free Ain't never had a keeper why don't people Learn t'git along t'gether stead o' Meddlin' aroun' 'n fussin' with the fella nearest to 'em Me, I'm the old fashioned kind I was never good at follow-the-leader Real real real real real real real That's me, as real as a Yankee can be That's meMillions o' years ago There was a Paleolithic age on Earth An' the whole world was young And full o'the vim of constant rebirth Brontosauruses 'n dinosaurs 'n pterodactyls Ever'where abounding that was the case 'N plus the millions o' mammoths here 'n there An' in addition there were lots o'men everywhere Who had no hi-tech and no intellect 'nary a speck But in that spot Where it was so lush, where it was so hot Where many animal was roamin' An' nature was kind, life was thrivin' There livin' was actual an' the feelin' was natural I'm tellin' the truth What-a-benign livin' some livin' All's forgiven come on homeBlew a truly unruly storm That wrecked a boat in a climate warm 'N full o'ashy-colored cats all lookin' White like ghosts 'N when the natives checked 'em out It blew 'em away t'find that they resembled spirits Long ago there was a legend 'Bout a spirit who would someday comeA look at these cats 'N y' could see they prob'ly had some So they welcomed 'em with peace and love And everything there's plenty of 'N soon the tables had turned to rigormortis That's when the castaway had his say Like a dog had his day they told the People that they were spirits actual Y'see how perfectly a fable c'n be Incorporated into what a cat'll think is factual What was an accident turns int' something So unbelievably heaven-sent Everybody falls for it Right on down t' the militants 'N marchin' 'n the martyrs 'n the murder of LumumbaWait'll y'dig it on the map - Airegin Spelled backwards Really're closin' up the gap - Airegin Gone fac'wards Back long time ago they saw a ghost Ghost made a boast Soon that ghost was hostWait'll y'dig it on the map - Airegin Spelled backwards Really're closin' up the gap - Airegin Gone fac'wardsThose losing their hue They goofed 'n got the wrong view First, things reverse, last is first! Y' dig it! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
Music by J.J. Johnson
Lyrics by Jon Hendricks He's got that funny name An' ramblin' that's his game, that's it He's Rambo, talkin' bout Me! We'll see (Piano) They call him Rambo 'cause he's travellin' He don't stay one place His life's a string he keeps unravellin' He don't leave no trace He's got a yen for changin' places He digs changin' scenes That way he stays in everybody's good graces He's happy on the move He's mobile and free He wants no strings attached That's how it's gotta be, see! He'll keep on ramblin' till the coda He don't stay one place Because he's just a ramblin' man His favorite hobby's hittin' the road He was a fella livin' solely by the ramblers only code Some people're born to roam Fate gave 'em roamin' natures An' so they wander aroun' Leavin' people wondrin' when they'll touch the groun' Hither 'n yon, here 'n beyon' Wherever they never been before As soon as you're used t'their face They're off 'n runnin' again Gone to another new place Peripatetic is the only word that I have ever heard that people could use that really describes him There's no other word could do that Only other word I know that comes The closest to it is "Gypsy" An' that don't really fit him at all "Cause he ain't tellin' fortunes 'N hates bein' dipsy Everywhere I go they call him Rambo 'Cause he won't stay long In my ramblin' I've met a lotta people here 'n there An' I find they're 'bout the same everywhere Each with his own little thing That he uses while he's tryin' to swing Maybe the look ain't the same But they play the same game An' there's quite a bit o' difference In their outlook, I know Still 'n yet, their story, lem'me tell you Is a story that you won't forget When I was young 'n very green I felt so stuck with m'present situation Later, when I got a little older that was when I discovered I could split 'N find myself another groove That was all I need I was on the move I packed my little sack 'n started ramblin' To this day I'm a rover who'll always be ramblin' You git drug stayin' in one place Depressed an' feelin' low down Get new kicks movin' roun' Roamin' the country's educational for you 'N widens your point of view Tests y' mettle 'n cools y' mind out 'N that's true without a doubt Y know? I mean y'dig - - That's Rambo's gig Rambo is ready to ramble 'n itchin' t'split Oh yeah, he'll start packin' 'n quit it Forget it! 'Cause he's done with it That's Rambo! Travellin' light Stay too long he'll git uptight So his motto is "Keep movin'" You got it! That's his bit! Nex' time he might leave an address 'Cause the little girl that he met Las' night Paid him so much attention That it got him a bit uptight We might not have t'call him Rambo 'Cause he jes' might be settlin' down He's gone the way of all men Fat, skinny or tall men It happened to this Rover we know - Rambo |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
All the night it's bli-bli-bli
'N blop-blop-blop 'n drip, drip, drip I'm turnin' the faucet offPretty uptight from bli-bli-bli 'N blop-blop-blop, I hate this trip I'm turnin' the faucet offThat faucet's drippin'Turnin' the faucet offTryin' t'sleep, I need my rest But there's no rest f'me, I guess I'm turnin' the faucet off( Top)My mind is flippin'Turnin' the faucet offI'm tryin' my best to sleep I'm tryin' without success I tell y' it just ain't fair a faucet Measures in this mess That's it, I guess!Every night I gotta git up in the middle of the gol'durn night An' it's colder'n a Swedish well-digger's behin' But I gotta do it Otherwise I'm outta' m'min. stone crazyStop the faucet from drippin' 'N drivin y'nuts - stone nuts It's drivin' you crazy One more drip an' you'll screamNo stuff, you can look him An' tell he has enough Whoa-oh, lemme tell y'really It's roughTalkin' 'bout them blee blop bluesI'm hip to that drip goofin' my sleep I'm so tired o'gittin' up in the night What a catastratrose Pride's got me feelin' I'm boun't' Behave like an oaf I'll git me a hammer - Bam! Quite the difference in the way The faucet soun's now I'm gonna go bam-bam-bam-bam Bam-bam-bam on that faucet Damn that faucet for the stupid ol' Drip that it is I tell y' I really am sick o'that drip Maybe the plumber man's Got him a better, prettier tip About stoppin' that drip But as f'nowBackground: When you be deep within y'nightly nap An' nothin worser than a drippin' tap You try t'lay there an' preten' you deaf But soon y' fin'ly know there ain' nothin' left That you jus' cannot stand it anymore You're hip Drip drip drip drip An' so y'git up an' you're half asleep You're so disgusted that'cha wanna weep You bump your knee while tryin' t'find the lamp Your throat is dried up and y'feelin' a cramp You can't feel dum'r an' you'd like t'kill the plum'er You envy children in summer campBut as for now But as for now The drippin' soun' The drippin' soun' Has got me so I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm talkin' down Y'gotta stop Y'gotta stop The constant seep The constant seep Because it makes it real impossible t'sleep Real impossible t'sleep, I'm talkin' sleep Your plum'er goofed So face the fact Y' gotta use A lot o'tactYour plumber really gotta' straighten Up his act Next time you're li'ble to crackFolks with leaky faucets Think o'wakin' up millions o'times T'stop the faucet drippin' Part o'the trouble o'livin' with plumbin' Is the dues a fella always pays Adoptin' fancy citified ways That's what'cha git f'livin in the city Whenever a nature lover hears your tale You ain' gonna git lots o'pityDig - when y'r bothered by the blee bop blues Dig this - turn the faucet off'n you'll stop blues Then dig this - you won't have t'sing th' Blee bop bluesWhen pipes're drippin' nerves're strainin' People jus' can't help complainin' Everybody really c'n dig thatStuff that pipeEnd this endless incredible gripe End this endless gripeThat's them dues' - Blee blop blues Yeah - - - - - - - |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
To you my very heart and soul
Everyday my very heart Very heart and soul ---- I give to you You never know of giving Until you give yourself I do - To you To you the very life I live I give to you Very life I live My deep devotion My every thought and feeling, too I give, I do All my love, all my life to you I've never known a day of strife Since you entered my life My care and my sorrow had me everyway Before we met, I was tryin' But my livin' felt like dyin' To you I give all of my heart and my very soul The life I'm living Yes, I'm giving everything to you It's true, really true You know that it's true All my love, all my life I live I want to give to you |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
Let me introduce
you I've heard that boredom's entered your life And you're feelin' real low Have you met Benny Bailey? Well he's a fella that you should know They tell me lassitude's has laid you low An' you're losin' your grip you must meet Benny Bailey At least he's somebody who is hip To cure an ennui, you need a bon nuit It's part o' the joie de vie And his attention, I'm loathe to mention Is, incident'ly, available And so if providence should decree (Background Vocals: Once you've met) Who'll stand in the way (You won't forget) So you'll meet Benny Bailey (No stuff) And you'll remember your lucky day (Benny's tough) ( 1,2,3) This could be your lucky day Incident'ly, he's the sort Tho' seen at court Carries an awful lotta weight In many less royal quarters Filled with less than regal daughters Quite the quixotic Romeo whom every Filly'll know because they find his (Background Vocals: Meet this cat) Reputation wherever they go (He's where it's at) Whether it's here (That's right, outta sight) Or whether it's in another boudoir (Benny Bailey) Whee! He's such a scandal, really (He's no slouch) T' handle him demands a savoir fairer (For this I'll vouch) And a great indulgence rarer (He's cool, he's no fool) Than any that I've encountered surveyin' the scene But never mind, I'll explain it later The fact is that he's always ready to please And that's aroused a lot o'chatter But it really doesn't matter, not to him No siree! It's 'bout as big t'him as any flea He's gotta be maitre'd Or so it seems to me Wait'll y'meet, you'll see what I'm sayin' To cure an ennui You need a bon nuit It's part of the joie de vie He's the kind o'cat people hear about But in a second-handed way That there's nothing really clear about Let me introduce you I've heard that boredom's entered your life And you're feelin' real low Have you met Benny Bailey? Well he's a fella that you should know They tell me lassitude's has laid you low An' you're losin' your grip you must meet Benny Bailey At least he's somebody who is hip We're glad you got to meet Benny Bailey I'm happy fin'lly meeting with you |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
I know he'll never be forgotten
Long as there's still sound He was a king uncrowned Not all kings are given crowns I know I'll always rememberAlways The warmth All his warmth Of his sound Was in his sound Lingers so long I'm sure he's still around Still around -------------Those who've heard For all those who've heardTruly, they him yet Even yetSo those who hear won't forget And the ever-present sound That abounds in his praise Echos throughout the universe For endless spans of time uncountable By days The pretty little piquant passages Clifford played They are with us now And I'm positive that they will endure Should time and sacred circumstance allow Yes, they'll live foreverOh, yes, I remember Clifford now Seems I always feel that Clifford's spirit's Hangin' roun' me somehow We rememberEach and every single day I hear his lovely trumpet toneSuch exquisite singingIn every horn that seems to have a sound That's all its own So somebody tell me how How can we ever day for certain Someone that played Like Clifford Brown could play Could really be said to have gone awayI only know that I hear him now And I believe that I always will You've got to believe I remember Clifford still, yes I hear him stillI know he'll never be forgotten He was a king uncrownedI know I'll always remember 'Member Clifford Brown I'll always remember Clifford Brown |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
He's got that funny name
An' ramblin' that's his game, that's it He's Rambo, talkin' bout Me! We'll see (Piano) They call him Rambo 'cause he's travellin' He don't stay one place His life's a string he keeps unravellin' He don't leave no trace He's got a yen for changin' places He digs changin' scenes That way he stays in everybody's good gracesHe's happy on the move He's mobile and free He wants no strings attached That's how it's gotta be, see! He'll keep on ramblin' till the coda He don't stay one place Because he's just a ramblin' man His favorite hobby's hittin' the road He was a fella livin' solely by the ramblers only code Some people're born to roam Fate gave 'em roamin' naturesAn' so they wander aroun' Leavin' people wondrin' when they'll touch the groun' Hither 'n yon, here 'n beyon' Wherever they never been before As soon as you're used t'their faceThey're off 'n runnin' again Gone to another new place Peripatetic is the only word that I have ever heard that people could use that really describes him There's no other word could do that Only other word I know that comes The closest to it is "Gypsy" An' that don't really fit him at all "Cause he ain't tellin' fortunes 'N hates bein' dipsy Everywhere I go they call him Rambo 'Cause he won't stay longIn my ramblin' I've met a lotta people here 'n there An' I find they're 'bout the same everywhere Each with his own little thing That he uses while he's tryin' to swing Maybe the look ain't the same But they play the same game An' there's quite a bit o' difference In their outlook, I know Still 'n yet, their story, lem'me tell you Is a story that you won't forget When I was young 'n very green I felt so stuck with m'present situation Later, when I got a little older that was when I discovered I could split 'N find myself another groove That was all I need I was on the move I packed my little sack 'n started ramblin' To this day I'm a rover who'll always be ramblin'You git drug stayin' in one place Depressed an' feelin' low down Get new kicks movin' roun'Roamin' the country's educational for you 'N widens your point of view Tests y' mettle 'n cools y' mind out 'N that's true without a doubt Y know? I mean y'dig - - That's Rambo's gig Rambo is ready to ramble 'n itchin' t'split Oh yeah, he'll start packin' 'n quit it Forget it! 'Cause he's done with itThat's Rambo! Travellin' light Stay too long he'll git uptight So his motto is "Keep movin'" You got it! That's his bit! Nex' time he might leave an address 'Cause the little girl that he met Las' night Paid him so much attention That it got him a bit uptight We might not have t'call him Rambo 'Cause he jes' might be settlin' down He's gone the way of all men Fat, skinny or tall men It happened to this Rover we know - Rambo |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
All the night it's bli-bli-bli
'N blop-blop-blop 'n drip, drip, drip I'm turnin' the faucet off Pretty uptight from bli-bli-bli 'N blop-blop-blop, I hate this trip I'm turnin' the faucet off That faucet's drippin' Turnin' the faucet off Tryin' t'sleep, I need my rest But there's no rest f'me, I guess I'm turnin' the faucet off (Repeat Top) My mind is flippin' Turnin' the faucet off I'm tryin' my best to sleep I'm tryin' without success I tell y' it just ain't fair a faucet Measures in this mess That's it, I guess! Every night I gotta git up in the middle of the gol'durn night An' it's colder'n a Swedish well-digger's behin' But I gotta do it Otherwise I'm outta' m'min. stone crazy Stop the faucet from drippin' 'N drivin y'nuts - stone nuts It's drivin' you crazy One more drip an' you'll scream No stuff, you can look him An' tell he has enough Whoa-oh, lemme tell y'really It's rough Talkin' 'bout them blee blop blues I'm hip to that drip goofin' my sleep I'm so tired o'gittin' up in the night What a catastratrose Pride's got me feelin' I'm boun't' Behave like an oaf I'll git me a hammer - Bam! Quite the difference in the way The faucet soun's now I'm gonna go bam-bam-bam-bam Bam-bam-bam on that faucet Damn that faucet for the stupid ol' Drip that it is I tell y' I really am sick o'that drip Maybe the plumber man's Got him a better, prettier tip About stoppin' that drip But as f'now Background: When you be deep within y'nightly nap An' nothin worser than a drippin' tap You try t'lay there an' preten' you deaf But soon y' fin'ly know there ain' nothin' left That you jus' cannot stand it anymore You're hip Drip drip drip drip An' so y'git up an' you're half asleep You're so disgusted that'cha wanna weep You bump your knee while tryin' t'find the lamp Your throat is dried up and y'feelin' a cramp You can't feel dum'r an' you'd like t'kill the plum'er You envy children in summer camp But as for now But as for now The drippin' soun' The drippin' soun' Has got me so I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm talkin' down Y'gotta stop Y'gotta stop The constant seep The constant seep Because it makes it real impossible t'sleep Real impossible t'sleep, I'm talkin' sleep Your plum'er goofed So face the fact Y' gotta use A lot o'tact Your plumber really gotta' straighten Up his act Next time you're li'ble to crack Folks with leaky faucets Think o'wakin' up millions o'times T'stop the faucet drippin' Part o'the trouble o'livin' with plumbin' Is the dues a fella always pays Adoptin' fancy citified ways That's what'cha git f'livin in the city Whenever a nature lover hears your tale You ain' gonna git lots o'pity Dig - when y'r bothered by the blee bop blues Dig this - turn the faucet off'n you'll stop blues Then dig this - you won't have t'sing th' Blee bop blues When pipes're drippin' nerves're strainin' People jus' can't help complainin' Everybody really c'n dig that Stuff that pipe End this endless incredible gripe End this endless gripe That's them dues' - Blee blop blues Yeah - - - - - - - |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
Clif---------------------------------------ford
I know he'll never be forgotten Long as there's still sound He was a king uncrowned Not all kings are given crowns I know I'll always remember Always The warmth All his warmth Of his sound Was in his sound Lingers so long I'm sure he's still around Still around -------------Those who've heard For all those who've heard Truly, they repeat him yet Even yet So those who hear won't forget And the ever-present sound That abounds in his praise Echos throughout the universe For endless spans of time uncountable By days The pretty little piquant passages Clifford played They are with us now And I'm positive that they will endure Should time and sacred circumstance allow Yes, they'll live forever Oh, yes, I remember Clifford now Seems I always feel that Clifford's spirit's Hangin' roun' me somehow We remember Each and every single day I hear his lovely trumpet tone Such exquisite singing In every horn that seems to have a sound That's all its own So somebody tell me how How can we ever day for certain Someone that played Like Clifford Brown could play Could really be said to have gone away I only know that I hear him now And I believe that I always will You've got to believe I remember Clifford still, yes I hear him still I know he'll never be forgotten He was a king uncrowned I know I'll always remember 'Member Clifford Brown I'll always remember Clifford Brown |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Vocalese (1985)
To you my very heart and soul
Everyday my very heart Very heart and soul ---- I give to you You never know of giving Until you give yourself I do - To you To you the very life I live I give to you Very life I live My deep devotion My every thought and feeling, too I give, I do All my love, all my life to youI've never known a day of strife Since you entered my life My care and my sorrow had me everyway Before we met, I was tryin' But my livin' felt like dyin' To you I give all of my heart and my very soul The life I'm living Yes, I'm giving everything to you It's true, really true You know that it's true All my love, all my life I live I want to give to you |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
Boop bop, Boop Bop Boop bop, BoopBop Boop bop, Boop Bop Boop bop,Boop Bop Way down South, in Birmingham Imean South, in Alabam' There's aplace Where people go to dance thenight away It's a junction Wherethe town folk meet At each functionin their best they'll greet you Saxsolo Scat solo Way down South,in Birmingham I mean South, in Alabam' Thatold place Boop bop, Boop Bop Boopbop, Boop Bop Boop bop, Boop Bop Boopbop, Boop Bop Way down South,in Birmingham I mean South, in Alabam' 'Ansold place Where people go to dancethe night away They all drive orwalk for miles To get blues - thatsouthern style, So blue - it'llmake you want to dance the nightaway Tuxedo Junction - where I wantto be
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
Operator
Give me information Information Give me long distance Long distance Give me heaven...(Two, three) Operator Information Give me Jesus on the line Operator Information I'd like to speak to a friend of mine Oh prayer is the number Faith is the exchange Heaven is the street And Jesus is his name Operator Information Please give me Jesus on the lineOperator Information Won't you tell me why Tell me why Operator Information Don't try to tell me What number to call My mother used this number When I was very small And everytime she dialed it She always got 't call the Operator Information Please give me Jesus on the lineOperator Information Please hurry if you can Oh Operator Information Please connect me With the man Don't worry 'bout the money You know I will pay the charge Just give me on the line I'm callin' from my heart Operator Information Please give me Jesus on the line Please give me Jesus on the lineWon't you please - Give me Jesus Give me Jesus on the lineYeah! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
Candy
I call my sugar Candy Because I'm sweet on Candy and Candy's sweet on meShe understands me My understanding Candy And Candy's always handy When I need sympathyYou wish that there were four of her So I could love much more of her She has taken your complete heart Got a sweet tooth for my sweetheartCandy It's gonna be just dandy The day I take my Candy And make her mine, all mineCandy I call my sugar Candy Because I'm sweet, so sweet on Candy And Candy's sweet on meYou wish that there were four of him Oh how I could love much more of him He has taken your complete heart You got a sweet tooth for your sweetheartCandy It's gonna be just dandy The day I take my candy Gee how the sun will shineOn the day my Candy On the day my Candy On the day my Candy's mine |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
Gloria
Gloria It's not Marie Gloria It's not Cherie Gloria (Gloria) But she's not in love with meCan't you see It's not Marie Gloria It's not Cherie Gloria (Gloria) But she's not in love with meAnd maybe (maybe) She'll want me (want me) But who am I to know (who am I to know) And maybe (ooh, maybe) She'll want me (ooh, want me) But who am I to know (who am I to know) Oh---Gloria (Gloria) It's not Marie Gloria (Gloria) It's not Cherie Gloria (Gloria) 'Cause she's not in love with meGloria! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
We've been good friends so very long
Oh but now I'm feelin' something much more strong You make me feel so good When you move like you should Ooh, what I'm thinking can't be wrongI always knew that it was true That there was rhythm deep inside of you Now I can't wait no more To get you on that floor And that's not all that we can do AND BACKGROUND Clap your hands (You got to clap your hands now) Background s Clap your hands (You got to clap your hands) Ooh, clap your hands, baby Clap your handsI see it in the way you dance That you are looking, looking for romance I'll give you such a thrill, you'll never get your fill If you just give me half a chance and backgroundYou got to clap your hands now, You got to clap your hands Oooh, ooh, oh yeah You got to clap your hands now, You got to clap your hands and background to fade |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
That cat is high Look at that look in his eye On man he's high The cats higher than a kiteWhen you see him stumblin' Up and down the street You know that cat's been drinkin' Got no shoes upon his feetMan he's high I said that cat is high Yes he's high Man he's higher than a kiteThat cat is high Look at that look in his eye You know I wouldn't lie That cat is higher than a kiteBoys he's high Oh look at them two black eyes Oh me oh my That cat is higher than the skyWhen you see him tippin' Round and round the block Oh you know that cat he's very beat Hip clean down to his socksThat cat is high Look at that look in his eye Oh me oh my That cat is higher than the sky Yeah!InstrumentalScat section...ends with "Shoot some liquor to me John Boy!"When you see him stumblin' Up and down the street You know that cat's been drinkin' Got no shoes upon his feetMan he's high Yes he's high My oh my The cat's higher than a kiteHe's high (That cat is high) So high (That cat is high) My my (Oh man he's high) He's high (He's high)He's high (That cat is high) So high (That cat is high) My my (Oh man he's high)Spoken: I want the home cookin' mama w/ the fryin' pan! Well I know that cat is high! Hee hee -- yeah! That's right! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
Though you say we're through I'll always love you
You know you can depend on me If you need a friend, I'm yours until the end You know you can count on me I wish you success and loads of happiness But I must confess I'll be lonely, I'll be lonely, I'll be lonely If someone you've met has made you forget You know you can count on meHey dig it, baby you got all me Oh anytime you're feelin low n' love's got you moanin' low You're sittin' with your bottle lookin' out the window Pretty baby listen to me I wanna tell you how I feel about you baby How you got a way of sendin' me a reelin' from the top a' to the bottom If I gotta naggy hokey way of feelin' poke me, poke me once again We could do right, cookin' up a little rhythm Move it jus' right and I'll show ya what you missed Give it up, give it up, give up your love to me An' I'll motivate, n' motivate n' motivate, n' motivate an' motivate Along an' drive your blues away ----Oh pretty baby I can dig what you been sayin' What you been puttin' down makes my heart go aroun' It's sweet music to my ear But my dear I feel my heart's been broken all the time, I just can't stop from thinkin bout the past, hurt from the last, It can hurt you for a long long time But you sweet talkin' man, you move me with your jive Lord you make me feel like I'm alive again, The moment that I look into your eyes so brown Sweetheart I can't believe that the love bug's bit me But I believe it, get I believe it, get I believe it, It's really really 2 true love!Baby am I talkin to ya, don't you know I'm really gonna be true t' ya (Scat singing) Take me now, you don't know I can't resist when you're talkin' Ooo wee ooo wee ooo ooo wee ooo wee I'm as crazy as a monkey in a tree (Scat singing) Shashay down where we can be alone when the timin' and the mood is right Baby divine,I'm feelin so fine a little lovin' hasn't come along in a long long time Its love so fine, it's divine, (scat vocals) one more time!Baby divine,I'm feelin so fine a little lovin' hasn't come along in a long long time So divine, love so fine, (Scat vocals) one more time!! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
3 AM
Nowhere else to go It's 3 AM and I miss you so Couples are departing soon they'll all be gone Now another day is starting Still I linger on withBlue Champagne Purple shadows and blue champagne With the echoes that still remain I keep a blue rendezvousBubbles rise Like a fountain before my eyes And they suddenly crystallize To form a vision of youAll the plans we started, all the songs we sang Each little dream we knew Seems to overtake me Like a boomerang Blue is the sparkle, gone is the tangIt's your refrain, Keeps returning, as I remain With all the memories and blue champagne To toast the dream that was you I'm bluer than blue champagne |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
I love coffee
I love tea I love the Java Jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup a cup a cup a cup a cup I love java sweet and hot Whoops Mr. Moto I'm a coffee pot Shoot the pot and I'll pour me a shot A cup a cup a cup a cup a cup Oh slip me a slug from the wonderful mug And I'll cut a rug just snug in a jug A sliced up onion and a raw one Draw one Waiter waiter percolator I love coffee I love tea I love the Java Jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup a cup a cup a cup a cup Boston bean (soy beans) I said the little itty bitty green beans (cabbage and greens) You know that I'm not keen about a bean Unless it is a chili chili bean I love java sweet and hot Whoops Mr. Moto I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot A cup a cup a cup 'an dat zat bootle Slip me a slug from that wonderful mug And I'll cut a rug that's snug in a jug Drop a nickel in my pot Joe Takin' it slow Waiter waiter percolator I love coffee I love tea I love the Java Jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup a cup a cup a cup a cup |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
There's music in the streets
And music in the air A little ol' soul beat Dancin everywhere I would tell the whole world I'd tell 'em if I could To add a little song into each life And make it finger poppin' goodWhoa, whoa Oh pardon me but you could use it We're gonna make a little music You got soul now don't you lose it We're gonna make a little music Everything's gonna be mellow We would just sing it occapella Everything's gonna be mellow Listen while we sing it occapellaWhoa, whoa (Vocal breakdown) from top, fade out at the end |
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from Manhattan Transfer - The Manhattan Transfer (1987)
You're my heart's desire, You're my hearts desire--You are
My heart's desire (hearts desire) You set my soul on fire (soul on fire) When your lips are close to mine You'll find -- That you're my hearts desire (you're my hearts desire, you're my hearts desire)Oh-- No other love could be (love could be) As sweet as yours to me (yours to me) Oh my darling, oh can't you plainly see That you're my hearts desireNo other dream could replace That lonely and cold empty space And fill my heart with a love For it's you I'm dreaming of...There's one thing I know (baby I know) I know that wherever, wherever, wherever you may go (you may go) Oh honey I'll forever keep on loving and wanting you so 'Cause you're my hearts desire You are my heart's desire |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Brasil (1987)
My, my Oh the feelin' Of the sound Precious and real and Ooo that's nice Whip up some steamin' jazz The pot is on the stove It's cookin'Want some more We always save some Art nouveau For special patrons You look nice Do you believe in jazzKansas City to Brazil It even gets you hot in your home Kansas City to Brazil I say blow your top Blow your ownOoo ooo ah This be-bop's too much I know you know Hip hop Never stop I'll pour you tasty funk We got Cool and hot Just for you The pleasures of the soul Come on Come in And check it out Ooo c'est si bon Ooo ooo ah This be-bop's too much I know you know Hip hop Never stop I'll pour you tasty funk We got Cool and hot Just for you The pleasures of the soul Come on Come in And check it out Soul food to goYeah, yeah yeah...( all) |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Brasil (1987)
I'll turn you on I'll turn you on To turn you on with To turn you on quickTell me, what, what's the trip To turn you on quick Tell me, what, what's the trip To turn you on with Tell me, what, what's the trip To turn you on quickI'm a rational fella But I think I've gone nuts Just wanna be, wanna be Left alone and unwound Now the video sellers With their ifs ands or buts They follow me, how do we Turn this travesty down?It's as fast as a rocket ship Strange as a zoo See the common man dare (Dare for the man) If you care to Come on down to your local store now Can't you hear the voices Buy one, buy two More fun for you A hundred and one choicesKooky abstract dada Like they sell at alpha beta I wish I had a set of Orangutan babies A barkin' the blues The quack quack wa-wa Of the latter salad days are Media, media There's some that say TV Invented the bluesKooky abstract dada Like they sell at alpha beta I wish I had a set of Orangutan babies A barkin' the bluesIt's political power And the jungle book rules They wanna be, gotta be Messin' round with my calm In the critical hour It's the junk or the jewels They're fakin' it, makin' it Seem so utterly coolIt's as fast as a rocket ship Strange as a zoo See the common man dare If you care to (dare for the man if you care to) Come on down to your local store now Can't you hear the voices Buy one, buy two More fun for you A hundred and one choices just for youKooky abstract dada Like th |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Brasil (1987)
So you say It's a feeling I'll get over someday So you say So you say I should try Just to let the flame inside me die I should try So you say Against the wind With my face turned to the empty side Of loneliness Midnight black and blueSo you say That the world will keep on turning So you say So you say Tell me why All the stars have lost their mystery now Tell me why Tell me how Where love has been The taste of wine Seems to linger on like distant perfume And all of the memories Carelessly left behind Ghosts and lies They haunt me wherever I goSo you say That the pain of love will pass away So you say So you say Before goodbye I look for the fire behind your eyes But they're cold as ice I hear in your voice The echo of love that's gone by Now I cry I'll love you for all of my lifeSo you say It's a feeling I'll get over someday So you say So you say |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Brasil (1987)
Capim do vale Vara de goiabeira Na beira do rio Paro para me benzer Mae d'agua sai um pouquinho Desse seu leito-ninho Que eu tenho um carinho Par lhe fazer Pinheiros do parana Que bom te-los Como areia no mar Mangas do para Pitombeiras da borborema A ema gemeu No tronco do jurema Cacique perdeu Mas lutou que eu vi Jari nao e deus Mas acham que sim Que fim levou o amor Plantel um pe de fulo Deu capim |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Brasil (1987)
Once there was light Perfectly white Far as the eye could wander Once there was time Morning and night Once there was sky -- over yonderThe day begins Metropolis lies sleeping like a drunken soldier Behind the wheel you come alive And down into its heart you motor Atop the rise - Metropolis Defender of the high and mighty At every turn the homeless wait Reminding you of all that might beHurry now, there is somebody there to meet you Office girls sweet and innocent poised to greet you Through the glass fifty stories below you There's a place I've been meaning to show you Full of sights that are certain to blow you awayBeneath the haze Metropolis awakens with a hiss and rumble You'll hear a knock, don't hesitate They mustn't ever see you stumble You'll never last down on the street Where staying on your toes ain't ballet It's getting by or getting beat From curtain to the grand finaleIn the air there is music and sounds of laughter For the moment it's happily ever after Through the glass fifty stories below you In the shadows where nobody knows you There's a stranger who's dying to show you the wayNow entering Metropolis Creation of a world gone crazy The alleyway - the resting place Still echo from the souls trapped under You lock the doors, step on the gas And push until it goes no faster You close your eyes and leave behind Metropolis lord and master |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Brasil (1987)
Come join the circle and witness the magic Hear the voices Believe and imagine Hear the voicesCome join the circle and feel the unspoken Hear the voices A spirit unbroken Hear the voicesJust a simple storyteller Troubadour on call whenever The gods moved his heart to speech He was something of a hero To the conscience of the people To the children on the beach Son of Africa and legend Music made of pain and pleasure Brought the nation to its feet Every whisper sounds like thunder Everybody stares in wonder When the saints begin to speak He sings and then they speakCome join the circle and witness the magic Hear the voices Believe and imagine Hear the voicesCome join the circle and feel the unspoken Hear the voices A spirit unbroken Hear the voicesHe was sentenced into exile Far away from home but meanwhile Popularity increased Radio reversed his fortune He was welcomed with emotion A voice no one could defeat Now they crank up the Victrola In the corner bars and oh, my, How the ladies start to weep Every word describes their hunger Everybody stares in wonder When the saints begin to speak He sings and then they speak |
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