1. |
New York
03:42
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New York
New York, I'm comin'
New York, I'm on my way
Ridin down the West Side Highway / Lights on the George Washington
When she's lookin' my way / I could turn all those lights on
New York, I'm comin' / New York, I'm on my way
Hey Mr. Yellow Cab driver/ Please don't kill me tonight
I know your crazy But I'm going to see my baby
And I gotta get there all right
Hey Mr. UPS Man / Take your foot off the brake
Put the pedal to the metal, I got a score to settle / So step on the gas, fer chris'sake
New York, I'm comin' / New York, I'm on my way
I'm takin' a road trip / I can't let minute slip by / There's a spot on her left hip
My hands made for / My heart is sore / And I need her medicine / New York
VERSE SOLO
Hang her face from the City / Suspend her smile from the Brooklyn Bridge
I was a stray cat / I’m home now that / she hung my picture on her fridge
New York, I'm comin' / New York, I'm on my way
I'm takin' a road trip / I can't let minute slip by / There's a spot on her left hip
My hands made for / My heart is sore / And I need her medicine / New York
New York, I'm comin' / New York, I'm on my way etc ad lib ...
These little town blues won't get in my way, I'm comin someday to New York City ... or maybe LA
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2. |
Billy
03:19
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Nowadays, I dog you every chance I get
Gone the day, you were teacher and I was teachers pet
Used to think that you were some kind of
rock and roll superman
Super-fink! You played your friends like a violin
All your charm / Went up your arm /Lost your cool
Now you're trying to pass the test for...
hairdressing school
You always stole, when invited to partake a share
You thought that soul came from who you know
and what you wear
Played a role with your pouty lips and your big eyed stare
But rock and roll
Isn't only leather clothes and jet black hair
All your charm / Went up your arm /Lost your cool
Now you're trying to pass the test for...
hairdressing school
Badadada Ba da da da Bada da da da Hey Billy (x4)
Hey, Billy / Hey Billy, Wake up Billy
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3. |
Hot Tin Roof
02:54
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4. |
One Good Thing
04:10
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When the sky fell it had nowhere to go but down
Like a seashell l I held it to my ear to hear the sound
When the sky fell no one else could tell and they thought I was lying
And they cried, and they keep on crying
When the land rose I watched the sun sit by my feet
And the sea froze no one even seemed to miss the heat
When the land rose and the ocean froze I could hear them sighing.
And they died, and they keep on dying.
Bridget Cleary made dresses and shirts while Michael made his barrels and his churns
Earned half of what his young bride earned
Michael was the one approved the kill, he said it wasn’t Bridgett Cleary but an evil faerie that he burned
Bridgett’s not comin’ home. This isn’t some Faerie poem
I been searching for one good thing to call my own
Sat in Church and I looked around and found myself alone
I been searching for one good thing to call my own
Call it home. And I’ll keep on trying
I been searching for one good thing to call my own
Call it home. And I’ll keep on trying
I been searching for one good thing to call my own
Call it home. And I’ll keep on trying
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5. |
the Edge
05:38
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6. |
Tiger Beat [4 straights]
04:07
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JH's "straight" version
He's the cutest little thing on the Tiger Beat
He looks kinda young, he looks kinda sweet
You took him home from the newsstand at the shopping mall
Then you took out all the staples and you hung him on the wall.
He's lookin' down on you while you're in bed
It'll have to tide you over till you get some head
Lookin' kinda young, lookin' kinda neat
He had you doin' that Tiger Beat.
Back then the Tiger Beat cuties was all the rage
They wore more clothes than the Blueboys,
and were underage
Had them cheeks so red, and you never saw a pimple
Caus' they took out an airbrush and stuck in a dimples
You always had a boy on your bedroom wall
Your own poster boy, your little pinup doll
Lookin' kinda young, lookin' kinda sweet
He had you doin' that Tiger Beat.
Tossin' & turnin' in your teenage sleep
Countin teenage cuties instead of sheep
Now you're all grown up & thirty-two
And those teenage boys fantasize about you
Now you've always got a tiger lyin' next to you
He's your Number One ... 'til the next issue
He looks kinda young, he looks kinda neat
That boy could be in Tiger Beat.
And now you're both gettin' off to the Tiger Beat
Yeah you're both getting off ... etc
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Jim Moran's original lyrics:
He's the cutest little thing on the Tiger Beat
He looks kinda young, he looks kinda sweet
I take him home from the newsstand at the shopping ma-all
Then I take out all the staples and I hang him on my wall.
He's lookin' down on me while I'm in bed
It'll have to tie me over till I get some head
He looks kinda cute, he looks kinda neat
He's got me doin' that Tiger Beat.
Well the Tiger Beat cuties are all the rage
They wear more clothes than the Blueboys,
But they're underage
With those lips so red, and they never get pimples
Caus' they take out an airbrush and put in some dimples.
Now I've always got a boy on my bedroom wall
He's my poster boy, my little pin-up doll.
He looks kinda young, he looks kinda sweet
He's got me doin' that Tiger Beat.
Shaun and David, Bobby Sherman-
They were kings of their ages
Yeah, those were the days of some sticky pages
Leif Garrett and Menudo, now there's Hanson too-oo!
For a couple of dollars, you can take them home with you
They're the Tops of the Pops-
A real groupie's delight
They look really hot, Man, they look outta sight
They look kinda young, they look kinda neat
Those are the boys of the Tiger Beat.
I saw a little cutie walkin down the street
He looked kinda hung he looked kinda sweet
He turns tricks for the trade, but he's mine for free-ee
And when he gets off work he's gonna come home with me
Then I'll always have a boy lyin next to me
He'll be my number one, he'll be my fantasy
He looks kinda young, he looks kinda neat
That boy could be in Tiger Beat
And now we're both beatin off to the Tiger Beat
And now we're both beatin off to the Tiger Beat
And everybody's beatin off to the Tiger Beat
And everybody's beatin off to the Tiger Beat
And all the world's beatin off to the Tiger Beat
Bab-ba-ba ba, ba, ba ba-ba-ba (4x)
Tiger Beat!
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7. |
Putty
03:44
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8. |
Sand Man
04:16
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Off in the distance you can hear the last strains of temptation
Floats on a breeze from another year
Half memory / and half imagination
Like a drunk in central square
Bent like an eyelash beneath the weight of a tear / it just hangs there
CHORUS 1
The sandman is gone / he ain't comin' back again
Began a song / now it'll never end
When the God of dreams arrived / on the last train at the station
Said a dream is just sleep electrified
Part ecstasy / part annihilation
He brought a dream for the king of beers / a devious creation
To sing and then sleep for a thousand years
And dream with the sound of the crowd still in his ears
(a thousand cheers)
CHORUS 2
the sandman is gone he ain't comin back no more
Left you a song - and laid down on the floor
CHORUS 3
The sandman is gone / he ain't comin' back again
Began a song / now it'll never end
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9. |
Joe Harvard Asbury Park, New Jersey
"VU & Nico" author, producer-artist-musician
LP creds: Dinosaur, Jr, Pernice Brothers, Throwing Muses
etc; spiritual midwife to tons more as co-founder/owner of Fort Apache '85-'93.
An East Bostonian based [One Banned Man, Dub Proof, Doctor Danger, Cockwalkers] in NJ & MOTH NYC Storyslam Champ '01; loves cats. Asbury Music Awards: Top Americana '09/Top Multi-Instrumentalist & Top Avant-Garde '10.
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