1. |
Good Morning
02:40
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Good Morning!
Welcome to your day.
Take your place in the human race,
and get yourself in the game.
Good Morning!
It’s business with a capital “B”.
Up and out of bed, there's a day ahead,
you're adding to the GNP.
(I say) Good Morning!
Now it's been this way, since the dawn of time.
Sun up, run there’s a job to get done.
Gotta get out and get what's mine!
And it's jump Jenny J, if you want your pay.
Ooh, brains and back! You're looking good like that.
You're good to go all the way!
Good Morning!
Productivism is all the rage.
You’ll make it happen Captain…
You'll be good to be getting up stairs, thanks and praise!
Good Morning!
Oh, five-to-nine’s the new work day.
You keep on giving; they'll be delivering
graduated compensation, son.
Good Morning!
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2. |
Quick Disciple
03:04
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You there with the knobby tires,
quit gunning your engine.
The rocks you're kicking up,
keep rolling in my field.
Can't you see that I'm
trying to make a living (yeah).
You never surrender;
you never yield.
Now I hear you are
the new guru,
calling the children
to gather at your feet
sky link contriver,
mind job and jiver;
dump truckin’ your load in the void like
you're the new Ark driver.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
And when you appear right there
in her open mind
this is what you are going to find.
My woman's no quick disciple,
she's no ‘rock me’ fool.
Won't do your immolation,
no matter what you say.
I know she's working through the riddle,
but she's a Solomon chooser.
Hip from the past,
she'll cut you down the middle.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Snake Man, you been handling the cobra,
picking up a venom collection.
One chance to make a connection,
get her out of those denim jeans.
Go on, man, go and do your wondering,
to somebody else's door.
You’re never going to get a 180 out of my lady (oh, for sure).
My woman's no quick disciple,
she's no ‘rock me’ fool.
Won't do your immolation,
no matter what you say.
I know she's working through the riddle,
but she's a Solomon chooser.
Hip from the past,
she'll cut you down the middle.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
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3. |
Cranberry
03:37
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I want to find a little spot that's not on somebody's screen.
A little piece of nowhere we can go there and not be seen.
Step out in the evening and watch the horizon go on.
Like a wide vista-vision in a stereo-phonic song.
Oh, I've been lonely
and I ain't got much in sight;
but, oh Cranberry you're so
very, very alright!
Now, we waded in the water for a while then we jumped right in.
A lot of folks telling us we never should have ever begin.
Well, I did it don't regret it cause I meant it when I said it back then.
Those were the happiest times that I'd ever, ever been in!
Oh, (these days) I've been lonely
and I ain't got much in sight;
but, oh Cranberry you're so
very, very alright!
Now, our footprints rinsed away with the circling tide,
as the sea strokes sand to the evermore of time.
And I know if you could see me you’d tell me find some peace inside,
then you'd kiss me and you'd hold me and tell me everything's alright.
Oh, I’m lonely
and I ain't got much in sight;
but, oh Cranberry you're so
very, very alright!
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4. |
Meye Bahnie
03:20
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Meye Bahnie’s a formal, young beauty
who don't care for those giddy stands;
like touching and sharing, ‘that’s silly’,
but her love it runs deep as the land.
She's got a portrait of Jesus
Hangin’ up in her bedroom;
He's there with the nephews and nieces,
when I try to get her alone.
And the road, she's hilly
for a hard-drivin’ man,
who is fist is his hand;
a hard-drivin’ man.
And the piper fifes trilly,
as fast run he ran
playin’ in the marching band.
Now, Bahnie she carries the worry
from a seed planted long time ago,
she's growin’ and feedin’ it daily
and it’s bearing its fruit as she goes.
And it's all in the name of the Maker;
the linen, the wine, and the shame.
He's keeping His eye on the ‘faker’,
and He loves ‘em all just the same.
And the road, she's hilly
for a hard-drivin’ man,
who is fist is his hand;
Hard-drivin’ man.
And the piper fifes trilly,
as fast run he ran,
playing in the marching band.
Now, woman you know it's your duty
like battlin’ anger is mine,
your cross to carry is beauty
and I'm here to keep you in line.
And the road, she's hilly
for a hard-drivin’ man,
who is fist is his hand;
A hard-drivin’ man.
And the piper fifes trilly,
as fast run he ran,
playing in the marching band.
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5. |
The Fixer
03:24
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Mama, I found myself a new Care-taker.
Papa, I found myself a new Money-maker.
Brother, you’s in it man for all the wrong reasons.
Sister, she’s coolin’ down to damn near-freezin.
Eyes up, down the line,
see him come the fixer.
All souls through out time,
stand ya and deliver.
Your best reasons why,
you weren’t the Forgiver.
Then, with a mighty arm,
smotin’ with the fire.
Smotin’ ass down - to a smokin’ pile.
Smotin’ ass down - to a smokin’ pile.
Smotin’ ass down - to a smokin’ pile.
Smotin’ ass down - to a smokin’ pile.
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6. |
The Candyman
03:53
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Who can take the sun light,
sprinkle it with hue?
Cover it with chocolate
and a miracle, too?
The Candyman.
Oh, the Candyman can.
The Candyman can cause he mixes it with love,
and makes the world taste good!
Who can take the rainbow, wrap it in a sigh,
soak it in the sun, and make a groovy lemon pie?
The Candyman.
(Oh) the Candyman can.
The Candyman can cause he mixes it with love,
and makes the world taste good.
The Candyman makes, everything he bakes
satisfying and delicious;
Now you talk about your childhood wishes,
you can even eat the dishes!
Who can take tomorrow,
dip it in a dream,
separate the sorrow
and collect up all the cream?
The Candyman.
The Candyman can.
The Candyman can cause he mixes it with love,
and makes the world taste good.
The Candyman can cause he mixes it with love,
and makes the world taste good.
The Candyman can cause he mixes it with love,
and makes the world taste good.
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7. |
Live it Up
04:21
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In the pursuit of life and liberation,
many road blocks to that destination.
Leaving a lot with less than very little,
ain't no big surprise when they get disgruntled.
Speaking to speak for the sake of persistent assertion,
one soldier boy now guilty of desertion.
Leaving behind that which was connected,
all the better, for that boy to get resurrected.
Live it, don’t say it. Live it, don’t say it.
Without a hand on me they are hammering on me demanding,
if bodies got pounded like minds, no one would be standing.
It ain't no wonder the thunder’s got us under the weather,
sick to our souls, out of control, no longer together.
Live it, don’t say it. Live it, don’t say it.
Live it up. Yeah, live it up.
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Now I've been told that people can be sold just about anything,
just aim low enough for the stuff that make their bell ring.
but I want to die knowing I made my money the clean way,
So when I meet you again it's as friend on the glen of the greenway.
so I'm on the brink man of thinking that you are my brother,
you can keep your huggin it’s been buggin me there ain't no other.
Conclusion to reach so as not to repeat the destruction,
of the people before so I got to explore another.
Way to see you. Way to see you through
Way to see you. Way to see you through
Live it up. Ah, live it up.
Live it up. Ah, live it up.
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8. |
Sonja
04:26
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Hey Sonja – oh, won't ya
take me with you to your
uncle's farm today.
Put me on machinery,
I'll show your family that
I can ‘pull my weight’.
Emma and Einer will
see there's no one finer
to take your love away.
Skin them rabbits and
break bad habits, and
work real hard,
raise the kids, hand it down.
E-I-O I'd love to love you,
but there's dues I gotta pay.
Ride into town with your
older brothers gets me
a veiled third degree.
Asks one my income
through a question ‘bout
the tough economy.
In town, the word’s round that
Sonja's suitor does
come from the city.
Skin them rabbits and
break bad habits, and
work real hard,
raise the kids, hand it down.
E-I-O I'd love to love you,
but there's dues I gotta pay.
Supper time at the table
mamma Emma piles it;
I can't find my plate.
Brother’s going at it over
politics and market.
“Watch your language boys.”
Grandma, she don't say too much; she
kinda looks me over
gets up and winds the clock.
Bedtime I'm shown the sofa,
Sonja gets her old room.
I steal a kiss, say goodnight;
down comes the darkness.
E-I-O I'd love to love you
but there's dues I gotta pay.
Hey Sonja – oh, won't ya
take me with you to your
uncle's farm today.
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9. |
Into the Morning
02:44
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Feeling good, feeling good. In my prime,
livin’ my better days and as I do
it seems like the sun stays out a little longer.
I’m looking, learning, tracking the signs.
Now that I have found my fire, I’m gonna launch and
help make this messed up world a little better.
It’s up-and-out, I’ve thought it through, and it’s gotta go this way
I’m not alone and I’ve got my tree and it’s
got the roots that you don’t see.
Now I’m standing by the water with a little smile,
knowing there’s work to do but it can wait.
Cuz, it’ll be there for me in the morning.
I see it now how it went down then,
the pressure behind the praise.
And all that medicine you had me take
was really more for your, than my sake.
Still I got care for you and sympathy.
Even though there’s part of me that’s not so nice;
it’s still up-and-out, into the morning.
Into the morning.
Into the morning.
Into the morning.
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10. |
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(skit)
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11. |
Air Ride
04:02
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One up, one down; hearts spinning around.
That's how it is in my town, tonight.
Scorekeepers counting winners and weepers,
and all those lovesick peepers trying really hard to stay, out of sight.
Let me lay a little run about Jo Jo Gunn,
spin man got the get-down done, on an Air Ride, Super U.
Shoutin’ out the throws, dancin on the intros - graceful –
time it out before the singer, comes shining through.
Yeah those were the days when the songs got down, and money followed dreams
not the other way around and the good times - roll tape on queue.
Less flame-throwin’ talkin’ bout ‘offin your hater man cram him down
in his coffin it was more about love getting through.
You call it back in the day sure enough but they really never went away,
there's just more stuff. Getting in the way of what really matters
Like time off when you owed no one nothing and you found a little space,
in your soul for roughing out your dreams.
Maybe dreams of getting away from that control freak scene
from everyone's whose trying to kick the life out of anyone
with enough spine who is trying to
dilute the brine with a little fresh water.
Yeah, anyone who's trying to neutralize that acid,
(neutralize that acid), with a little bit of bass…
[bass interlude]
Anyway, back to my DJ and how he
helped me get through the bad days.
With everyone going off on each other
with a hundred metal blade heart cutter.
With a cut and cut back and do it all again,
til there's a history as far as the eye can see and
it's got everyone presumin’ that the next human
being coming at you is your enemy.
When in fact the similarities between the two of you
are damn near uno-double-0 bro, you know?
And in the midst of all this muck,
I remember gonna chuck it all
and check out on an Air Ride
courtesy of my DJ.
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12. |
Haleh
04:03
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Rhythm in the heartbeat,
melody is so sweet.
Songs that make you feel complete,
they soak in right down to your feet.
They go Haleh, Haleh!
Music's been here everyday.
Everyone in their own way,
has got their own songs to play.
So, I'm in, I'm in;
it’s got me all surrenderin’.
You take out and you put back in,
and this is as it's always been.
They go Haleh, Haleh!
Music never goes astray.
Anywhere you go or stay,
people hang out in their own way.
Haleh, Haleh!
Music always shows the way.
No matter what you do or say,
you can't force me to change.
Haleh, Haleh!
Music gives her thanks and praise
to the Father Jahallahoryahweh,
He's the one who has final say (and it's alright).
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13. |
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Okay, I'm back the way I used to be.
True to the flavor of my real ID.
So, the R-O-Q is new to you?
That's okay, I'll tell you how I came to be…
When the curds of the ewes of the Lacaune, got left behind
in the Combalu caves, while the shepherd boy he chased the maid.
And there in the cool earth alchemy - in the chemistry -
the peni roqueforti, they all come together and out come me!
Rock-the-Roque, the king of cheese
Rock-the-Roque, the cheese of kings.
Rock-the-Roque, the king of cheese
Rock-the-Roque, the cheese of kings.
From the south of France, I extend my reach,
over the lands, across the seas.
Tables, plates, picnics and cafes;
I was on the up, and on everyone's tongue.
In the heady days of the 70's,
I was everywhere a cheese could be;
from the common folk to the royalty,
even dining room diplomacy.
At the White House across Mrs. Nixon's Endive;
once in her mouth, she could not hide.
Head back… eyes closed… she knew what every woman knows:
once you've been with the Roque, that's how it goes!
Rock-the-Roque, the king of cheese
Rock-the-Roque, the cheese of kings.
Rock-the-Roque, the king of cheese
Rock-the-Roque, the cheese of kings.
Well, life is life, and the pace it quickens there bastardized
in a thousand kitchens with salt, oil, powdered whey.
There on ice at the Ho Jo buffet, lined up like a harlot
next to that little, orange slut French… it was gut-wrenching!
I don't even want to talk about what they do to me at the IHOP,
they change my name ‘Bleu Cheese’, you know I let them!
I forgot who I was… yes, I forgot… I forgot who I was all that merde
about market share and Ranch taking over.
Ohrgh, I hit bottom… But wait!
The E.U. make the rule that says the origin must be true
to the name, which means the real ROQ is back in the game. Yes, indeed.
So, the message for you and me:
be true to you are!
Rock-the-Roque, the king of cheese
Rock-the-Roque, the cheese of kings.
Rock-the-Roque, the king of cheese
Rock-the-Roque, the cheese of kings.
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14. |
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It's August temperatures rise I see your thighs it's no disguise I see the rain sun and fog I see the darkness I see the smog
Hook
Where'd you come from you're wild right up to the shoulder you're a wild child everybody's streaming streming on by if they'd stop they know why.
Hook
it's over you're gone people talk about you when they log on you're stupid brave and strong you left enough for us to rock on
Hook
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The JahnyD Occurrence Minnesota
JahnyD a band of musicians playing in clubs, cafés, libraries, anywhere people gather. JahnyD writes music in all styles and life lessons and unites a wide sweep of creation into songs with hooks, good melodies, and lyrics that you’ll chew on after the song is done. Whether it’s live on stage or on record, The JahnyD Occurrence brings its own sound to you. ... more
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