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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 Atlantic Jazz: Best Of The '70s (0000)
5,000 light years from Birdland
But I'm still preachin' the rhythm Long-gone, uptight years from Birdland An' I'm still teachin' it with 'emYears from the land of the Bird An' I am still feelin' the spirit 5,000 light years from Birdland But I know people can hear itBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland-- it happened down in BirdlandOh!In the middle of that hub I remember one jazz club Where we went to pat feet Down on fifty-secon' streetEverybody heard that word That they named it after BirdWhere the rhythm swooped and swirled The jazz corner of the worldAn' the cats they gigged in there Were beyond compareBirdland - I'm singin' Birdland Birdland - Ol' swingin' BirdlandHey, man, the music really turns you on! Y' turn me on, Really, y' turn me aroun' 'N turn me onDown them stairs, lose them cares - where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king - there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, May would look - where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - there Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - there Down in Birdland Yeah---There may never be nothin' such as that No Mo' - No Mo' Down in Birdland, that's where it was at I know - I know Back in them days bop was ridin' high Hello! 'n goodbye!How well those cats remember Their first Birdland gig To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig Yeah---that club was like-- In another world, sure enough-- Yeah, baby All o' the cats had the cookin' on People just sat an' they was steady lookin' on Then Bird--he came 'n spread the word-- BirdlandYes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, he did, Parker played at Birdland Yes, he really did Yes, indeed, he really did Yes, he really did Told the truth down in Birdland Yes, indeed he did, Charlie Parker played in BirdlandYes, indeed, he really did Charlie Parker played in BirdlandBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, Then played it Well-stated! Birdland It happened down in BirdlandEverybody dug that beat Everybody stomped their feet Everybody digs be-bop An' they'll never stopDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah! Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah! Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in BirdlandCannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in BirdlandBasie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose y' cares -yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in BirdlandBackground Solo: Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares Them that dares gits it!Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! - whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig, it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos, pay your duesWhat can you lose? Just your blues! So lose them!The band swingin' one and all and what a ball! Yeah!Music is good, music is better than good Pretty good Very nice Really very good - things are bein' like they should Very good -- very good -- very goodAll y' gotta do is lend an ear An' listen to it Then y' dig a little sooner than soon You'll be diggin' everything diggin' all the musicWhat a ball!How y' gonna figure out A way t' bring it all about amid a Lot o' other music on the set'n on The scene know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a lotta' sound -- a lotta soun' |
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from Grammy Winning Collection Vol. 3 (0000)
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 Grammy Winning Collection Vol. 2 (0000)
5,000 light years from Birdland
But I'm still preachin' the rhythm Long-gone, uptight years from Birdland An' I'm still teachin' it with 'emYears from the land of the Bird An' I am still feelin' the spirit 5,000 light years from Birdland But I know people can hear itBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland-- it happened down in BirdlandOh!In the middle of that hub I remember one jazz club Where we went to pat feet Down on fifty-secon' streetEverybody heard that word That they named it after BirdWhere the rhythm swooped and swirled The jazz corner of the worldAn' the cats they gigged in there Were beyond compareBirdland - I'm singin' Birdland Birdland - Ol' swingin' BirdlandHey, man, the music really turns you on! Y' turn me on, Really, y' turn me aroun' 'N turn me onDown them stairs, lose them cares - where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king - there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, May would look - where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - there Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - there Down in Birdland Yeah---There may never be nothin' such as that No Mo' - No Mo' Down in Birdland, that's where it was at I know - I know Back in them days bop was ridin' high Hello! 'n goodbye!How well those cats remember Their first Birdland gig To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig Yeah---that club was like-- In another world, sure enough-- Yeah, baby All o' the cats had the cookin' on People just sat an' they was steady lookin' on Then Bird--he came 'n spread the word-- BirdlandYes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, he did, Parker played at Birdland Yes, he really did Yes, indeed, he really did Yes, he really did Told the truth down in Birdland Yes, indeed he did, Charlie Parker played in BirdlandYes, indeed, he really did Charlie Parker played in BirdlandBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, Then played it Well-stated! Birdland It happened down in BirdlandEverybody dug that beat Everybody stomped their feet Everybody digs be-bop An' they'll never stopDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah! Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah! Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in BirdlandCannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in BirdlandBasie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose y' cares -yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in BirdlandBackground Solo: Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares Them that dares gits it!Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! - whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig, it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos, pay your duesWhat can you lose? Just your blues! So lose them!The band swingin' one and all and what a ball! Yeah!Music is good, music is better than good Pretty good Very nice Really very good - things are bein' like they should Very good -- very good -- very goodAll y' gotta do is lend an ear An' listen to it Then y' dig a little sooner than soon You'll be diggin' everything diggin' all the musicWhat a ball!How y' gonna figure out A way t' bring it all about amid a Lot o' other music on the set'n on The scene know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a lotta' sound -- a lotta soun' |
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from Grammy Winning Collection Vol. 1 (1994)
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... |
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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)
Chanson d'amour, ra da da da da,play encore. Here in my heart, rada da da da, more and more. Chansond'amour, ra da da da da, je t'adore. Eachtime I hear, ra da da da da, Chanson,chanson, d'amour. Rada da da da Ra da dada da Chanson d'amour, ra da dada 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)
Hear that whistle, it's ten o'clock (Don't let go, don't let go)
Come on baby, it's time to rock (Don't let go, don't let go) I'm so happy I got you here (Don't let go, don't let go) Keeps me grinnin' from ear to ear (Don't let go, don't let go)Oooh wee Mmm, this feelin's killin' me Aw shucks Well, I wouldn't stop for a million bucks I love you so Just hold me tight and don't let goThunder, lightnin', wind and rain (Don't let go, don't let go) Love is poundin' inside my brain, oh baby (Don't let go, don't let go) I'm so eager I'm nearly dyin' (Don't let go, don't let go) You been keepin' your lips from mine (Don't let go, don't let go)Oooh wee Oh, this feelin's killin' me Aw shucks Well, you know I wouldn't stop it for a million bucks I love you so Just hold me tight and don't let goHound dog walkin' upside the hill (yeah) (Don't let go, don't let go) Love is draggin him through the mill, oh baby (Don't let go, don't let go) If it wasn't for havin' you (Don't let go, don't let go) I'd be bitin' and barkin' too (Don't let go, don't let go)Hey yeah -- Oooh wee OOH! This feelin's killin' me Aw shucks You know I wouldn't stop for a million bucks I love you so Just hold me tight and don't let goOne day baby you'll quit me yet (Don't let go, don't let go) Hey, hey I'd be cryin and soakin wet (oh baby) (Don't let go, don't let go) (Oh don't you know) Baddest thing in the whole wide world (yeah) (Don't let go, don't let go) If your lips kiss another girl (Don't let go, don't let go)Hey, hey yeah -- Oooh wee Oh, this feelin's killin' me Aw shucks You know I wouldn't stop for a million bucks I love you so Just hold me tight Hey baby, just hold me tight (Don't let go, don't let go) until end Baby baby just hold me tight Well-a wella-a hold me tight Yeah hold me tight Hey hold me tight and don't let go Hold me tight Wont you baby just hold me tight Hey baby won't ya hold me tight Hey hold me tight and don't let go Don't let go, oh don't let go Don't let go, oh, don't let go Hey, hey don't let go(Fade out to end) |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Coming Out (1976)
Every day I walk some lonely street
Searchin' 'til you come back to me People around just stop and stare as if they know the hurt I bear And suddenly I realizeI'm in a helpless situation And I need some consolation 'Cause my mind is in a confusion And I'm having these strange illusions Since you've been gone I've been cryin' cryin' cryin' cryin'Without a word without a warning you left my life on early morning Did I lean on you a little too strong Too much of you I depended on All at once I'm aloneI'm in a helpless situation And I need some consolation 'Cause my mind is in a confusion And I'm having these strange illusions Since you've been gone I've been cryin' cryin' cryin' cryin'In the shelter of your love my strength I found But now I'm useless, darlin', since you're not around I'm helpless babySax solo Background voices "Need some consolation, I need it, need it"Baby baby I'm helpless since I lost your love Helpless 'cause now I need your love I need your words of confidence (need it, need it) I need those happy times we spent Since you've been goneI'm in a helpless situation And I need some consolation 'Cause my mind is in a confusion And I'm having these strange illusions All at once it hit me, I'm alone I'm aloneOh helpless since I lost your love Helpless 'Cause now I need your love I never needed no one before but now I need you more and more I'm helpless 'til you come back to me Helpless....(to fade) |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Coming Out (1976)
Do you remember the last time I said
If I ever thought of lying I'd rather be dying insteadAnd maybe you'll remember The last time you called me to say we were through How it took a million tears just to prove they all were for you But those days are through'Cause it wouldn't have made any difference If you loved me How could you love me When it wouldn't really make any difference If you really loved me You just didn't love me'Cause I know of hundreds of times I could be In the most unfaithful arms that you always picture me Well maybe you'll remember That though I can't always show proof I was true No one else could change my mind or stop me coming home to you But those days are through'Cause it wouldn't have made any difference If you loved me How could you love me When it wouldn't really make any difference If you really loved me You just didn't love meEnough to believe me Enough not to leave me Ooh, enough not to look for reason to be unhappy with me And make me regret ever wanting you'Cause it wouldn't have made any difference If you loved me How could you love me When it wouldn't really make any difference If you really loved me You just didn't love me |
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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 - Coming Out (1976)
Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love Pale moon is casting shadows from abovePoinciana, 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 dayPoinciana -- Poinciana, from now until the dawning day, Our love will live forever and a dayBlow tropic wind Sing a song through the tree Tree sigh to me Soon my love I will see |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Coming Out (1976)
And when God gave out rhythm
He sure was good to you You could add, subtract, multiply and divide by two I know today's your birthday And I did not buy no rose But I'll sing this song instead 'An I call it Popsicle ToesPopsicle Toes Popsicle Toes are always froze Popsicle Toes Oh you're so brave to expose all those Popsicle ToesYou must've been Miss Pennsylvania With your bedroom attitude How come you always load your Pentax when I'm in the nude We ought to have a birthday party And you can wear your birthday clothes We can hit the floor and go explore Those Popsicle ToesPopsicle Toes (ooh) Popsicle Toes are always froze (ooo ooh) Popsicle Toes (wah ooh) Oh you're so brave to expose all those Popsicle Toes (ooh)Don't 'cha know you got the nicest North America This sailor ever saw I'd like to feel your warm Brazil, touch your Panama Well your Tierra del Fuegos are nearly always froze We got to see-saw until we unthaw Those Popsicle ToesPopsicle Toes (wah ooh) Popsicle Toes are always froze (wah ooh) Popsicle Toes (ooh) Oh you're so brave to expose all those Popsicle Toes Popsicle Toes (wah ooh) Popsicle Toes are always froze (wah ooh) Popsicle Toes (ooh) Oh you're so brave to expose all those Popsicle Toes (Fade) |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Coming Out (1976)
I'm going under
I'm slipping fast Just like a drowning woman I keep turning over my past I need a touch of some tender sweet love The kind to pull me through I'm like a ship that's lost on the ocean, a callin' out to you -I'm sending out an SOS Somebody save me Throw me a love line (Save me, save me) Sending out an SOS Somebody save me Somebody rescue me (Rescue me)My ship was sinking, my hope has gone This is my third time down and I don't have the strength to go on I need affection, a new direction To guide me to the shore The kind of love that just can't be broken The way it was beforeI'm sending out an SOS Somebody save me Throw me a love line (Save me, save me) Sending out an SOS Somebody save me Somebody rescue me (Rescue me)Whoa yes - I need affection, a new direction To guide me to the shore The kind of love that just can't be broken The way it was beforeI'm sending out an SOS Somebody save me Throw me a love line (Save me, save me) SOS (Save me darlin') Somebody save me Somebody rescue me (Rescue me) Oh yes - Oh my goodness SOS |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Coming Out (1976)
Scotch and soda
Mud in your eye Baby do I feel high Oh me, oh my do I feel high (So high)Dry martini, jigger of gin Oh what a spell you've got me in Oh my, do I feel highPeople don't believe me They think that I'm just braggin' But I could feel the way I feel And still be on the wagonAll I need is one of your smiles Sunshine of your eyes Oh me, oh my do I feel higher than a kite can fly Give me lovin', cause I feel so highPeople don't believe me They think that I'm just braggin' But I could feel the way I feel And still be on the wagon (On the wagon)All I need is one of your smiles (All I need is your smile) Sunshine of your eyes Oh me, oh my do I feel higher than a kite can fly Give me lovin' (lovin') 'Cause I feel so high |
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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)
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)
The thought of loving you
The way I'm longing to A thousand hopeful dreams I have Are finally coming true I used to put you on a pedestal Where you became untouchable But now we touch and now so much is possibleJust being near to you (So near to you) Would be enough for me (For me) The many years without your love have been so tough on me But now a change has taken place in me I found someone whose faith in me Has given me the strength I need so desperatelyOh in my darkness you turn on the light My illusions vanish overnight The thought of loving you is now reality The thousand dreams I have I'll know in the end how it could be For as we melt in love so beautiful I never felt so wonderful The thought of loving you the way I'm loving you right now(Background voices) In the darkness you turn on the light My illusions vanish overnight In the darkness... ( to fade) |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Coming Out (1976)
Ah, Zindy Lou Ah, Zindy Lou (Loulou lou, ooh Zindy Lou, Lou lou lou,ooh Zindy Lou) Zindy Lou was awoman who came from the hills Andooh I taught her - she could reallythrill Zindy Lou, Oh Zindy Lou (Loulou lou, ooh Zindy Lou, Lou lou lou,ooh Zindy Lou) She had two greatbig beautiful eyes Zindy Lou wasa woman that I idolized Zindy Lou OhZindy Lou (Lou lou lou, ooh ZindyLou, Lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou) Acoca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae Acoca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae Acoca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae Acoca-wica-no, a coca-wica-shae Ah,Zindy Lou She had black hair andruby red lips And when she walkedby I almost flipped Zindy Lou Alou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou A loulou lou, ooh Zindy Lou A lou loulou, ooh Zindy Lou When she walkedby with a fine fine frame Each andevery man could call her by name ZindyLou A lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou Alou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou A loulou lou, ooh Zindy Lou A coca-wica-no,a coca-wica-shae A coca-wica-no,a coca-wica-shae A coca-wica-no,a coca-wica-shae A coca-wica-no,a coca-wica-shae Ah, Zindy Lou ZindyLou was sweet she sure was fine Andwhen she kissed me I lose my mindZindy Lou Oh Zindy Lou (Lou loulou, ooh Zindy Lou, Lou lou lou,ooh Zindy Lou) Ah, Zindy Lou Ah,Zindy Lou (Lou lou lou, ooh ZindyLou, Lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou) (
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from Manhattan Transfer - Pastiche (1977)
Take a seat and cool it 'cause unless you overrule it
We are ready to show you some blowin' A rompin' and a stompin' is a lot of fun Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsSo settle down an' listen 'cause you don't know what you're missin' And we're ready to give you a showin' A movin' it 'n groovin' it has just begun Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsWe got a little message that you're gonna enjoy Ain't no sense in dodgin' the facts So settle in your easy chair an' if you ever had a care - forget it, It's time to relaxWe might as well admit it, we're the best that ever did it But in case you ain't too sure a knowin' We're gonna let you listen to us one by one Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsHow'd ya do, I'm talkin' about you It's very nice to know that you have really taken time to listen to me blow 'Cause as sure as I'm born, I'm blowin' my horn It's me baby, I'm blowin', zootin' it up And I hope you dig the sounds I'm makin' more'n any other Now I must go for it's time for you to listen to my other brotherI think the chick's talkin' 'bout me so I'd better go 'n see I'm hip that she knows a horn is very best to greet you That's the reason I'm blowin' so snappily I don't know what ya got, but it thrills me an' I hope to have a lot 'Cause it puts me in clover So baby, if you would like to dig my other brother You're gonna have to turn the record overHey hey hey Who ya talkin' about, say who ya talkin' about Did I hear you say you'd duce your other brother 'Cause in case I heard you talkin' about three, that's me Pleased to meet you, how'd you do, how are you, nothing new, How is everything with you? Whattya say I leave this jazz up to my brother --Dig dig dig my Long Island sound I hope you're puttin' it down You got me in a mood that's so romantic If you notice you can dig this silly old act Because I'm actin' so distracted when I dig you Pretty baby you will never know how much I really dig you You have got me so excited that I goofed blowin' my hornOoh bop the news is gettin' around, we're really puttin' it down We're glad of fact that you enjoy it and we wish we had the time to give you more Thank you for the compliment You told us we were better just as if we didn't know it We're hip that we're the best, we're over all the rest We're in the modern school, we always play it cool, we never play the fool The honkers and the squeakers might be stealin' the show But we don't go for that, so while we blowHi-ho, lackadaise, for it's a natural fact I ain't no kin, but I would like to get in the act!Well get outta here, get outta here, get outta here Now fellas we appreciate him makin you mad, But we must ask you to apologize Because after all he's in our bandFour brothers, four brothers, four brothers Although we sound like more Four brothers, four brothers, four brothers We're really only fourWe like to blow but we don't know how time can fly and how our cares pass away We wish the time would never go so we could take our time an' blow 'til judgement dayFour brothers, four brothers, four brothers Now just one final word:I'd like to know you and I hope I don't forget you It's really a pleasure and I hope I don't look silly to you I'm hopin' the story that I told did not upset you Sorry now in conclusion were you hoping that you heard fourSo just before we go we want you to know --- We're glad you let us show you how we always end up with that jazz (We don't call for back up on the road) Oh - ohhh!!!! |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Pastiche (1977)
Walk in love
A sandy beach, we're barefoot We walk in love A time and place so sacred Only lovers/love will see the magic we can be - We came - we saw - we fell in love Two birds as one above No need to conquer love We came - we saw - we fell in love Two birds as one above No need to conquer love Talking hands We walk in silence but we have talking hands They speak of feelings like our words could never do My love, I shine for you - We came - we saw - we fell in love Two birds as one above No need to conquer love We came - we saw - we fell in love Two birds as one above No need to conquer love Laugh to laugh We take our clothes off Moonlit to love (to love) Ooh, to love (ooh, to love) We spread the blanket, lie down rising with the waves And falling like a star - We came - we saw - we fell in love Two birds as one above No need to conquer love We came - we saw - we fell in love Two birds as one above No need to conquer love |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Mecca For Moderns (1981)
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 & bluesLike 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 freeThis 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 trueSo 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 - Mecca For Moderns (1981)
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 exileGairy is a wanted man Idi Amin is a wanted man Shah of Iran tried so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or aliveStrikes, 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 AmericaGairy is a wanted man Park Chung Hee was a wanted man Achem Pong tried so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or aliveGairy is a wanted man Idi Amin is a wanted man Shah of Iran tried so hard to survive He too was wanted dead or aliveBang...You're dead |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Mecca For Moderns (1981)
That certain night
The night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were angels dining at the Ritz And a nightingale sang in Berkeley SquareI may be right I may be wrong But I'm perfectly willing to swear That when you turned and smiled at me A nightingale sang in Berkeley SquareThe moon that lingered over London town Poor puzzled moon He wore a frownOh how could he know we two were so in love The whole wide world was upside down The streets of town were paved with stars It was such a romantic affair And as we kissed and said goodbye A nightingale sang in Berkeley SquareA nightingale sang. A nightingale sangThe streets of townWere paved with starsIt was such a romantic affair And as we kissed and said goodbye A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Mecca For Moderns (1981)
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 CityHe'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 talksOoo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York CityHe'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 carEvery 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 CityWell 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 coastOoo 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 Manhattan Transfer - Mecca For Moderns (1981)
Kafka was the result of several sessions that The Manhattan Transfer had with Bernard Kafka, a Polish
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from Manhattan Transfer - Mecca For Moderns (1981)
Darkness lights the lamps of old Brazil
Deep inside the jungle hearts are still Tigers hide inside alley cats eyes Waiting for you to walk byUnderneath this starlight latitude Underneath this tranquil attitude Oh my feelings are running so high I feel I could color the sky Amazon blueOh it's you (Don't you break my heart Brazil) And it's me (And leave me here) On the boulevard (Upon the boulevard)Caught inside your spell it's your parade Refugees from love we masquerade Though your lover is waiting at home I have one of my own I must go toOh it's you (Don't you break my heart Brazil) And it's me (And leave me here) On the boulevard (Upon the boulevard)Oh my feelings are running so high I feel I could color the sky Amazon blueOh it's you (Don't you break my heart Brazil) And it's me (And leave me here) On the boulevard (Upon the boulevard) |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Mecca For Moderns (1981)
Endless nights
I''d play solitaire Imagining that you were here One night flights Such heartless affairs They froze the hopes of love in me You suddenly appeared Melted all my fears Filled me with the love I needYou make me smile again Like a child of three And I believe it will turn out right baby Oh you make me smile again Hold me in your arms Oh love, my loveHeart to heart Our souls intertwine Make love and float away with me Twins of flame A love so divine I want to spend my life around you Now, now I have the strength Now I have the hopes You give me all I needTo make me smile again Like a child of three And I believe it will work out right Oh you make me smile again Hold me in your arms Oh love, my loveYou make me smile again Like a child of three Oh I believe we''ll live a dream for two Oh you make me smile again Hold me in your arms Oh love, my love |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Mecca For Moderns (1981)
Shadows looking through an open window
Footsteps following wherever you go Undercover eyes Search to find the key to alibis Living in a hideaway You can't hide You can never get away They'll find you Be aware of strangers in the darkJealous lovers quarrel in suspicion Passions justifying their positions Vengeance on the rise Now they're throwing daggers from their eyes Maybe they can find a way Past their pride Live and let it die away If not they'll Lie a lot and fight a lot But you beware 'Cause in the air they'reSpies in the night They go wherever you are You're in their sight Watch out for spies in the cold, cold, restless nightHeartache like a burning, turning fever Someone tells his girl that he will leave her Ooo her ravaged eyes Kiss goodbye the years of hidden liesPhotos taken on display he denies But the cheating heart will pay She says you lie a lot And fight a lot but it's in vain You can't explain 'causeSpies in the night They go wherever you are You're in their sight Watch out for spies in the nightSorry, now you will payCheryl: Hello Alan: The winds are calm in the channel. Cheryl: The boat will sail at midnight. Alan: Listen very carefully to me. I don't have much time and I'm being watched. Cheryl: You're being watched - By who? Alan: I have your pictures. Cheryl: Oh. Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me. Alan: Do you have my money? Cheryl: Yes. Of course I do. Alan: Meet me in an hour. Position A. Code Z. I'll... Cheryl: Hello! Hello!! Hello!!!Spies in the night They go wherever you are You're in their sight Watch out for spies in the night |
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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 - 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 - 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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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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 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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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 - 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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - 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 - 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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - 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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - 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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - Brasil (1987)
Here beneath the moon tonight So pale and fragile Is that shining in the distance I see Real or just imagined? Imagined mirages of aguaSomewhere in these sands that spread before me There lies a silent spring for me Que aguaThe earth without the heavens' rain Becomes powder and gravel Life without a spirit whole In time becomes a thread unraveled Or traveled in the circles of aguaAnd lately there grows a thirst inside me With only hunger to guide me Que aguaAgua ever deep Agua ever wide Agua ever still and silentFlowing into sleep finding what we hide Dreaming what cannot be sightedAgua ever warm Current ever strong Agua ever, ever lastingGathering in storm Pouring out in song Washing over understandingAgua Agua deep Agua so wide Carry me to your shore Carry me aguaAgua Agua deep Agua so wide Carry me to your shore Carry me agua |
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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)
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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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)
Beneath the marbled halls of Pretoria There's the faintest sound rising from the underground Behind the prison walls poets fantasize Voices lost are found captive in the underground The dream is still alive, immune to their commands Bravery abounds steadfast in the underground Until the day arrives, children understand Father's safe and sound living in the undergroundLook to the days ahead Gather your prayers like roses Think of the life that waits after the battle's over Look to the land beyond you Out where the fields are golden There will be gifts untold, yes after the battle's over If I should not return, know that you are my pleasure Shelter yourselves, my treasures, until the battle's overThe dream is still alive, immune to their commands We are pound for pound stronger in the underground The longer we survive the less they can withstand Time will turn around over to the underground0 miles from Soweto under a thorn tree's branches Shanty will be no longer after the battle's over Somewhere a breeze is drifting over a blue-green ocean There will be time for beauty after the battle's over Children, I must be going - cherish your mother's memory Now turn these words to ashes antes que seja tardeThe dream is still alive, immune to their commands Time will turn around over to the underground The longer we survive the less they can withstand Time will turn around over to the undergroundBeneath the marbled halls where the power lies There's the faintest sound rising from the underground Behind the prison walls poets fantasize Voices lost are found captive in the undergroundThe dream is still alive, immune to their commands Bravery abounds steadfast in the underground Until the day arrives, children understand Father's safe and sound living in the underground |
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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)
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)
Here where we stand there used to be a forest A timber rising endlessly before us We cleared away that God forsaken jungle And in return the Indians adore usWhat was mud now is a highway Reaching wide into a prairie Horses run -- cattle are grazing You would swear it was OklahomaDay by day dark is illuminated God's mistake altered and uncreated Wrong's made right left to the jungle pioneerSee in the field my little son and daughter Not long ago that ground was underwater Now you can see them walking with the cattle Singing them songs before they go to slaughterThere are those who would appose us Crying out, |
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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 - Extensions (1988)
5,000 light years from Birdland
But I'm still preachin' the rhythm Long-gone, uptight years from Birdland An' I'm still teachin' it with 'emYears from the land of the Bird An' I am still feelin' the spirit 5,000 light years from Birdland But I know people can hear itBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland-- it happened down in BirdlandOh!In the middle of that hub I remember one jazz club Where we went to pat feet Down on fifty-secon' streetEverybody heard that word That they named it after BirdWhere the rhythm swooped and swirled The jazz corner of the worldAn' the cats they gigged in there Were beyond compareBirdland - I'm singin' Birdland Birdland - Ol' swingin' BirdlandHey, man, the music really turns you on! Y' turn me on, Really, y' turn me aroun' 'N turn me onDown them stairs, lose them cares - where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king - there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, May would look - where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - there Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - there Down in Birdland Yeah---There may never be nothin' such as that No Mo' - No Mo' Down in Birdland, that's where it was at I know - I know Back in them days bop was ridin' high Hello! 'n goodbye!How well those cats remember Their first Birdland gig To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig Yeah---that club was like-- In another world, sure enough-- Yeah, baby All o' the cats had the cookin' on People just sat an' they was steady lookin' on Then Bird--he came 'n spread the word-- BirdlandYes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, he did, Parker played at Birdland Yes, he really did Yes, indeed, he really did Yes, he really did Told the truth down in Birdland Yes, indeed he did, Charlie Parker played in BirdlandYes, indeed, he really did Charlie Parker played in BirdlandBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, Then played it Well-stated! Birdland It happened down in BirdlandEverybody dug that beat Everybody stomped their feet Everybody digs be-bop An' they'll never stopDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah! Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah! Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in BirdlandCannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in BirdlandBasie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose y' cares -yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in BirdlandBackground Solo: Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares Them that dares gits it!Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! - whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig, it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos, pay your duesWhat can you lose? Just your blues! So lose them!The band swingin' one and all and what a ball! Yeah!Music is good, music is better than good Pretty good Very nice Really very good - things are bein' like they should Very good -- very good -- very goodAll y' gotta do is lend an ear An' listen to it Then y' dig a little sooner than soon You'll be diggin' everything diggin' all the musicWhat a ball!How y' gonna figure out A way t' bring it all about amid a Lot o' other music on the set'n on The scene know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a lotta' sound -- a lotta soun' |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Extensions (1988)
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was; Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good Some people knew him by the Bean But Hawkins was his nameHe sure could swing and play pretty too Sounds good to me -- should sound good to you I love to hear him playing Body and Soul Very pleasing to the earWhen I first heard it on the record I just stopped-- right there, Sounded like a band of angels in the sky, And I have never ever heard a sweeter tone I fact I pay no 'ttention to the saxophone 'Til Coleman Hawkins came along and spoke to everyone -- Saying better listen won't you hear me, While I play for you --Sometimes it's hot Then again it's blue My soul just seems to wander, Pleasing each and everyone -- It's what I've long been craving forThe doors have not been always open, But I am trying to please you. Please don't stop me. Hope you like it folksAnd then he started cookin' -- Everytime he played Some melodic melody fast or slow You could tell that it was Hawkins --No other one ever has Quite captured his tone Just he alone -- Has the sound that penetrates It will sure go right through you Yes it will -- And every gives you just another thrillThen along came Eddie Jefferson He sang the melody like Hawkins played it He sang it true He sang it blue Made words for it tooAll his fans in New York loved him There's no one above him Here in the USA I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the manOh how he could sing Man did he swing Sang on the wing, did his own thing Yes he didThroughout the country -- Music lovers are still wiggin' on Eddie's singin' All around the world -- he is known Rhythm was his special joy -- He swung it like a hornHe must have been born to be a singer 'Cause his lyrics were so sincere and true Funny sad or blue Oh yeah!And we've got to remind you Many years it took him Singing every day to achieve his first claim to fameHe was twenty years ahead of his time And he knew it But he kept right on-a singing He went all around the world making rhythm 'Cause music sure was in him and he knew it wasSang with Moody and Richie Cole He could sing it just like Bird But his forte was the words he wrote to Music that he sangSo he sang, and he sang And he sang his words so clever And I know they'll silence him never 'Cause he cut this masterpieceAnd now we're trying to sing it for you Hope the Bean and Eddie both would still approve There we go We didn't mean to reminisce You can surely bet That we won't forget 'Cause we hear them yet Goodbye |
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from Manhattan Transfer - Extensions (1988)
Coo Coo U I think you're coo coo, coo coo u
How did you get so coo coo -- how did you?They say it's a fact that your head is cracked (I think that you are loco) You have blown your stack you're a maniac (I think that you are loco) I just heard the news that you blew a fuse (I think that you are loco) You're a paranoid and your head's a void (I think that you are loco)(Look In The Mirror) You are in a fog since you slipped a cog (I think that you are loco) They will set you free with lobotomy (I think that you are loco) Your cerebral vault has a single fault (I think that you are loco) It is quite well known you've become a clone (I think that you are loco)Coo Coo U I think you're coo coo, coo coo u How did you get so coo coo - how did you?(What's on the news?) Seen any good games shows lately? I like the news. I like game shows!Psychoneurasthenic too much T.V. |
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