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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
That's the tape that we made,
But I'm sad to say it never made the grade.
That was me, third guitar;
I wonder where the others are.
I sold the guitar today...
I never did play much anyway.
Vine Street.
We used to live there on Vine Street.
She made perfume in the back of the room
And me and my group, we'd sit out on the stoop
And we'd play for her the songs she liked best
To have us play, on Vine Street.
Vine Street, the crack of the backbeat on Vinestreet.
Swingin' along on the wings of a song
And I'll lie in, secure, self-righteous, and sure
Why we've things to say that the people would pay to hear us play, on Vine Street.
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
By Palm Desert to market to buy.
Tenderfoot up to date palms of the real estate.
By Palm Desert springs often run dry.
I came west unto Hollywood, never-never land.
Juxtaposed to B.B.D. and O. Beyond San Fernando on hillside manors on the banks of toxicity those below and those above the same.
Dreams are still born in Hollywood I don't understand.
Just suppose the youngster knows he's had a good deal of fortune and up through the babble on the fair banks complicity,
Buy your leave or stay beyond the game.
Palm Desert not fade away.
Palm Desert I wish I could stay.
Palm Desert sages abound.
So head your head to the ground round.
Meanwhile in the wild west of Hollywood age is losing hold.
Inasmuch as you are touched to have withstood by the very old search for the truth within the bounds of toxicity.
Left unsung so I have strung the frame.
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
Widows walk ado walk on as in years of yore.
The thought of you divided thus!
It just maybe due to discuss in cold turkey mourning in the willows.
Or was it the wind.
You recollect we all suspect the mortal door will open the sore mind.
The widows walk and wail among the willows.
Widows walk ado walk on.
Widows face the future.
Factories face the poor.
The fact remains the peril strains the mind a bit.
To have done and quit with it widows walk and wail among the willows.
Widows walk ado walk on.
I'm guessing this is called civil,
Regrettably strife.
So lessen your appalled pall mall and middle life.
Long last a hymn to Him to help you on your way.
Contented is the boat.
By chance how forlorn the shore.
I've meant to take the chance to turn you 'bout the floor so trim the prim the lame have rose to say widows walk and wail among the willows.
Widows walk and do-si-do the willows.
Widows walk ado walk on.
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
What's up Laurel Canyon,
Hay.
What is up in Laurel Canyon the seat of the beat to greet and eat at the heart of their companion way.
That's up Laurel Canyon.
And what is up the canyon will even eventually come down.
Tracks of the beaten in automobile pound the from nine to fivers round a long line of drivers wind to dine in the divers and dandy lie.
One line bled in tandom from some new hatched deals.
Cracks in the heat and then caught by the wheel catch the country store feel for the hackamore crew view the crackerbare coterie standing by.
One line bred randyrand and too few wretched meals.
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
Parks
He is not your run of the mill garden variety Alabama country faire
Left on Silver Lake he keeps a small apartment top an Oriental food store there
He returned from Alabama to see what he could see.
Off the record he is hungry though he works hard in his Alabama country fair
I should think he'd fade away the way that Bohemians often bare the frigid air
He returned from Alabama to see what he could see.
Constant commentary by the wayside
Nowadays them country boys don't cotton much to one two three four
Rest your team. Work out in the All Golden
You will know why hayseeds go back to the country.
Constant calm might still our stately union
Nowadays a Yankee dread not take his time to wend to sea
Forget to bear your arms in the All Golden
You will know why hayseeds go back to the country
Might as well not 'low for one more go round
That's all folks. Them hayseeds go back to the country
Ja git it? Alright.
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
Yet all my dreams shall be nearer my God to Thee
Nearer my God to Thee. Nearer to Thee.
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
Our lowly liquor lobby longs to back a road to old time songs.
Biblebelts worn from here and after all were born in the know.
So rally round awhile Jim Crow for I thought I'd like to show they can recall the Alamo way down in old Mexico.
I left Academia amid sixty-two.
Was it sixty-one scholar was cooled from the U.
Doubtless more on sore wing than prayer I up and just withdrew to the wander round there.
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
I was there upon a four poster there.
Mind tousled I came to bear some thoughts from the past amid a dash of influenza.
And then I came to see in baggage the memories of truncated souvenirs.
The war years.
High moon I said high moon lighted high moon eye to my moon.
Far beyond the blue mist enveloped lawn the blanketed night comes on.
The champagne is dead and gone.
The forest around sensitive sound forest primeval.
Through the panes cloud buttermilk war remains and twisted cross war refrains lunatic so high moon I said high moon lighted high moon eye to my moon.
Your age will most probably carry away the letters enveloped in carrion.
Vague unpleasantries of the war.
May your son's progenitorship of the state haphazardly help him to carry on.
God send your son safe home to you.
High Moon.
You're eye to my moon.
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
What's up Laurel Canyon,
Hay.
What is up in Laurel Canyon the seat of the beat to greet and eat at the heart of their companion way.
That's up Laurel Canyon.
And what is up the canyon will even eventually come down.
Tracks of the beaten in automobile pound the from nine to fivers round a long line of drivers wind to dine in the divers and dandy lie.
One line bled in tandom from some new hatched deals.
Cracks in the heat and then caught by the wheel catch the country store feel for the hackamore crew view the crackerbare coterie standing by.
One line bred randyrand and too few wretched meals.
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
Strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul.
Brother has a long way to go maybe baby should know his cotton mouth is too slow for the song of the forgotten South,
Just don't hang us up here.
Step by step by please though proletarian am I.
By chance am you
"wine git out de way o'de darkies."
You'd better hustle up a storm to sing this Caucasian lullaby.
Sleep oh my darling now sleep.
Draw freehand over Iron Curtain.
Stalk up on the trim bamboo.
To footridge the bullrushes certain to know law,
American express.
No Caucasian flair for flim-flam will do.
Step by please step by.
Weigh the small advance.
There is still a chance.
Let's assume that we form a company men.
No mention should the pass in revue of the show.
Just understand that I prefer to be dead than red white or blue as I write sturdy crew.
As you view these few Russians whose true dawn came to view long ago.
So I think that you'd better strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul.
The song of the forgotten South just don't hang us up here.
Here the unknown is at hand and not far from my heel a tarbaby feel for the Czar.
For those who are lonely well the Black sea is callin' Georgia's Stalin has fallen so you all come here.
We now are near to the end.
If you stay with the show say we all had to go to hasten to jar the few nations too far gone to step by.
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from Van Dyke Parks - Song Cycle (1968)
A Southwester in the yard invested with the garden and camped in concentration of a tall lilac to peel the rust off purple arbor.
Time is not the main thought from under the rain wrought from roots that brought us coots to hoot and haul us all back to the prime ordeal.
Dust off Pearl Harbor time.
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
Drinking in the nightclub with my bosom friend
Who come down to spend the weekend
When I look back who'd you think I see
But one of my family
Good heavens I shout
Mama Jacob, what the France you doin' in a night club
Same time the rock and roll start to play
She hold onto a Yankee and break away
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
Of all the world's famous singers I have ever seen
on the movie screen
Of all the world's famous singers I have ever seen
on the movie screen
Lawrence Tibbett and Nelson Eddie
Donald Nobis and Morton Downey
Kenny Baker and Rudy Vallee
But the crooning prodigy is Bing Crosby
Bing has a way of singing with his very heart and soul
Which captivates the world
His millions of listeners never fail to rejoice
At his golden voice
They love to hear his "La Di Dah Di dah"
So sweetly with such harmony
Thrilling the world with his melody
I wonder if you heard him singing the song
"May I Be the One to Say I"
I wonder if you heard again
"Everytime It Rains It Rains Pennies from Heaven"
But "Love Thy Neighbor" was a most thrilling song
And "Git Along Little Dogie Git Along"
Unanimously three cheers for
Mr. Bing Crosby
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
We have captains like Filo James and Ellie Manette
Arthur Byer, Neville Jules and Junior Pouchette
Kenrick George, David Edwards I must mention
Anthony Williams and Michigan
They are giants musically
And their names ought to go down in history
The steelband music is really sweet
You get that rhythm in every beat
The steel the grater and the oil drum
Will make you jump up and make you hum
It's fantastic in every sense
The music yet get from these instruments
The dominant chord from the guitar man
The prominent note on the tenor pan
Music in the place
But it's hell to keep up the pace with the bass
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
Among the singers on the moving screen
The negroes are the best ever heard or seen
Among the singers on the moving screen
The negroes are best ever heard or seen
Morton Downey went to a singing school
But the four Mills brothers are sweet and cool
And I ain't got nobody, nobody cares for me. Nobody cares.
For those of you have seen "The Big Broadcast"
Cab Calloway was unsurpassed
From mystery pictures Bela Lugosi
And relax with Mr.Crosby
Mae West, of course, is a fair piece singer
I still prefer to hear the Four Mills Brothers in
"I ain't got nobody, nobody cares for me. Nobody cares"
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
At the age of nine my father said to me
Son you're growing fine I'm very proud to see
Soon a man you'll be with all the zest for life
But your greatest test will be to choose a wife
Be careful, son be careful. All that glitters isn't gold
Be careful. Son be careful, movin' round toward the young and the old
You must watch them twice
That is my advice
You'll find they're nice from far, but far from nice.
Marriage is not a sport, it is no game to play
Once they have you caught, it's hard to get away
Behind every great man there's a woman, that's true
But she has a hand in every downfall too
Every lady is a woman though nature's act
But every woman is not a lady and that is a fact!
To comprehend the difference it will take a lot,
For they both pretend to be what they are not.
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
John Jones, you son of a gun
You call yourself a big big man
And still you try to kill my hand
John Jones, you son of a gun
Well I don't like a man who tries to belittle me
And I don't like a man who tries to kill my hand
John Jones, you son of a gun
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from Van Dyke Parks - Discover America (1972)
When Roosevelt came to the Land of the Hummingbird
Shouts of welcome were heard
"Hummingbird, Hummingbird, Hummingbird"
His visit to their island is bound to be
An epoch in local history
Definitely marking the new era
Between Trinidad and America
We understand that the president had just been
On a visit to Brazil and the Argentine
With Mr. Cordell Hull in attendance
There they took part in a peace conference
Struck by his modest style
We were intrigued by the famous Roosevelt smile
In fact everybody was glad
To welcome Roosevelt to Trinidad
We were privileged to see the democratic
President of the great republic
With his charm and his genial personality
And his wonderful urbanity
To stop war and atrocity
And make the world safe for democracy
The greatest event of the century
In the interest of suffering humanity
Port of Spain threw open her gates
To the President of the United States
In fact everybody was glad
To welcome Roosevelt to Trinidad
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