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Blame It On Hoboken
02:26
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“Blame It On Hoboken”
You can blame it on the season.
Blame it on the weather.
Blame it for no reason on a feather.
You can blame it on Hoboken,
But baby, stay with me.
You can blame it on the game.
Blame it on the batter.
Blame it on my name, it doesn’t matter.
You can blame it on Hoboken,
But baby, stay with me.
The magic kicks off Saturday night
When your ferry pulls in from Brooklyn Heights.
The gangplank’s down.
The love bug bites.
The skyline spells forever
as long as we’re together.
You can blame it on a fish.
Blame it on the ocean.
Blame it on this kiss, if you get the notion.
You can blame it on Hoboken.
But baby, stay with me.
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2. |
Marisa
05:13
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“Marisa”
The sky is blue, the sea is green.
The sky is blue, ah, but the sea is green.
Mon âme, mon ange, mon ange, ma vie.
When will you show your love for me,
Marisa?
The sun is gold, the moon is white.
The sun is gold, the moon shines white.
Mon âme, mon ange, mon ange, ma vie.
When will you show your love for me,
Marisa?
Oh, the day is warm, but the night is cold.
Oh, today is yours. I am growing old!
Mon âme, mon ange, mon ange, ma vie.
When will you show your love for me?
Marisa. Ah, Marisa.
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3. |
Downtown
03:24
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“Downtown”
I’m walking downtown.
I know where I’m going.
I’m walking downtown
Thinking about it snowing
when I’m walking downtown
I’m walking downtown
I don’t want no trouble
when I’m walking downtown
don’t burst my bubble
I’m just walking downtown
There’s a world outside.
We’re gonna find it.
It’s a carnival ride.
Let’s stand beside it.
What will we confide downtown.
You can call me names, long as you call me.
Stake your claims, spring and fall me.
There’s no one to blame downtown.
Well, I’m walking downtown.
The sun is sinking.
Yes, I’m walking downtown.
That’s what I’m thinking as I’m walking downtown.
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4. |
The Broken Sea
03:08
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“The Broken Sea”
I used to be at home at my home out by the sea.
I used to be at home.
I used to be at home at my home out by the sea.
I used to be at home.
Can you see me?
I am sitting on a sand bar, on a sand bar by the sea.
I am sitting on a sand bar.
I am sitting on a sand bar, on a sand bar by the sea.
I am sitting on a sand bar.
There is a day. It’s coming.
(What did you say?)
There is a day that’s coming to the sea.
There is a day that’s coming.
There is a day that’s coming to the sea.
I used to be at home at my home out by the sea.
I used to be at home…
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5. |
Spring or Fall
03:39
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“Spring or Fall”
I could fall for you like a sack of potatoes,
Like a big sack of potatoes in the fall.
But if I fall for you like a sack of potatoes,
Who will plant potatoes in the mall?
I can’t fall for you, baby. I can’t fall for you at all.
I can’t fall for you, baby. I can’t fall for you at all.
I’ll take a step and then some others,
Think a thought, have my druthers.
But I won’t fall.
Oh, the weeping willow’s weeping
And Rip Van Winkle’s sleeping
They both know what they were born to do.
But when it comes to me,
Oh, say now, can you see?
I wanna take the slow train home with you.
I will not fall.
You can ask any soap bubble,
What’s the use of all the trouble
To fly high like a rainbow if you pop?
There’s a million useful uses
For a heart that’s free of bruises.
We could hop, hop, hop, hop, hop –
But let’s not fall.
Spring, not fall.
Oh, the scarecrow’s hair grows yellow.
He’s such a sunny fellow.
Standing in his chosen homegrown field.
But as the evenings shorten,
He’s feeling less important.
Will he yield? Or will he fall?
Spring, or fall?
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6. |
Mulligan Waltz
02:49
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“Mulligan Waltz”
Mulligan.
I want a mulligan.
A chance to cull again.
I want a Mulligan.
Mulligan,
Let life be dull again.
Pull the glass full again.
I want a Mulligan.
I want the second chance that Adam missed.
I want to run the race and not be kissed
… and kissed again.
I want a Mulligan.
Mulligan.
I want a Mulligan.
Travel like Sullivan.
I want a Mulligan.
Mulligan.
Let life be dull again.
Be short or tall again.
I want a Mulligan.
I want a do-over and do it again,
To not know how and not care when.
I want to take it, not take it,
Mistake it, remake it
And then …
I want a Mulligan.
I want a Mulligan.
I won’t change a thing.
Not even the Mulligan.
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7. |
Uh-Huh
03:00
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“Uh-Huh”
I sewed a six-toed sock and a half-knit sweater,
But I’ve got something that will fit you better.
Uh-huh.
Dunked three dozen doughnuts in a barrel of beer,
But I’ve got something that will keep you here.
Uh-huh.
Chorus:
Made to order, family size.
Got your nose and both your eyes.
Uh-huh.
Sounds like you when it starts talking.
Makes me a-laugh when we go a-walking.
Uh-huh …
I could paint you a picture, but I’m bad with a brush.
Script you a scripture; I’m a saint in a rush.
Uh-huh.
Build you a boxcar, buy your seat on a train
Read your postcards from Paris, your letters from Spain.
Uh-huh.
Chorus
I could write you a sonnet, hang your sheets on the line,
Be in your bonnet, sun in your shine.
Uh-huh.
Slide on your sidewalk, hop in your scotch,
Jitter your bug, double your Dutch.
Uh-huh.
But a present isn’t present ‘til you give it away.
Tomorrow’s on borrow. How about today?
Chorus
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8. |
Roller Coaster
04:25
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“Rollercoaster”
Rollercoaster, roll on by.
Rollercoaster, roll on by.
Feeling low. Take me high.
Rollercoaster, rolling through.
Rollercoaster, is it true?
Gave you one. Give me two.
Rollercoaster, fade to black.
Rollercoaster, down the track.
Moving on, or coming back?
Rollercoaster, roll on by.
Rollercoaster, roll on by.
Feeling low. Take me high.
Say hello and say goodbye.
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9. |
A Voice I Used To Know
05:00
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“Voice I Used to Know”
In the middle of the morning,
In the little middle gap ‘tween here and there,
I hear something that sounds somehow
Like someone from way back where.
Crazy, yes it’s crazy,
But it sounds just like a voice I used to know.
And I’d like to stay and listen.
But the train is pulling in.
I’ve got to go.
Chorus:
But there’s a chance, a chance inside these changes.
There’s a dance inside the dance.
Happenstance? What’s really strange is,
It’s sounding like someone I used to know.
In the downtown of a subway
Underground town where the sun won’t ever shine,
I hear a calling falling
In the click-clack of the soundtrack, right behind.
Hazy, yes I’m hazy,
But it sounds just like a voice I used to know.
And I’d love to stay and listen.
But the train is moving on.
I’ve got to go.
Chorus
The world is walkie-talking.
Ink and chalking, ‘til there’s just one way to go.
You reach the gate, you board the flight.
The stars turn on, the ocean waves hello.
Amazing, yes, amazing,
But it sounds just like a voice you used to know.
And you’d like to stay and listen,
But the plane is flying fast.
You’ve got to go.
Chorus
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10. |
Get In Line
04:02
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“Get In Line (Kachinsky’s Theme)”
Snail crossing the highway.
Robin flying by.
Snail looks at the robin
With one slow-moving eye.
Snail says, “If I had two wings like you
I’d be doing fine.”
“You think you’ve got troubles?”
Robin tells the snail –
“Get in line.
“You think it’s easy-peasy
Floating through the air
When the whole world’s watching
Up your underwear?
Now if I were a rainbow,
I’d be doing fine.”
“You think you’ve got troubles?”
Rainbow tells the robin –
“Get in line.
“Do you know how many photographs
They take of me each day?
Each time they snap my arches,
They strip some soul away.
But if I were a mountain
I’d be doing fine.”
“You think you got troubles?”
Mountain tells the rainbow –
“Get in line.”
Oh, get in line. Yeah, get in line.
We’re hauling rocks. They’re drinking wine.
Look around. It’s by design.
We’re working hard. They’re doing fine.
“Do you know how hard it is
To be the one it snows and damps on?
You think it’s fun to be the one
Who gets a hundred million crampons?
But if I were a cloud,
I’d be doing fine.”
“You think you got troubles?”
Cloud tells the mountain –
“Get in line.
“You think that I’m all fluffy,
But up here life’s a pain.
When I’m not hauling vapor,
I’ve got a bladder full of rain.
But if I could be a snail,
I’d be doing fine.”
“You guys are right,”
Snail tells them all.
“Compared to you,
I’m doing fine.
“So, get in line. Yeah, get in line.
You’re hauling rocks. I’m drinking wine.
Look around. It’s by design.
You’re working hard. I’m doing fine.
Here comes a truck. I’m doing –”
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11. |
Pebble With A Cause
03:02
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“Pebble With a Cause”
I may be small but I’m still top-flighty
A little stoned but kind of a mighty
Sorry, but I got a job to do.
I’m a pain in the neck and a thorn in your side,
A tack in your tire when you try to ride.
I’m the pebble in your shoe.
It wasn’t a job I went and applied for.
It’s a natural fact I was cut and died for.
Leader of this ragged, jagged crew.
The pay’s pretty lousy. Most people curse me.
I play cat-and-mousey and get kind of thirsty,
Waiting here for you.
Chorus:
But if you look really closely, I think that you’ll find
I’m a speed bump-bump of a different kind.
Stop and say hello on your way through.
Acorn grows into a big, big tree.
I’ve got a hidden gem in me.
Stop and say hello on your way through.
Hale and hardy, tough and tiny,
Bold and bright and sharp and shiny.
Truth isn’t always pretty, but it’s true.
Now you and I have found each other.
A fleeting visit’s worth the bother
In my rough and tumble point of view.
Chorus
Please do.
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12. |
Arrow of Love
03:28
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“Arrow Of Love”
Chorus:
One, two, three
My arrow-heart thrice flies to thee
Four, five, six.
Never knew I’d feel like this
One, two, three.
My one true love eternal.
Well, I was walking through the churchyard,
Life had been a little hard,
When I came across this stone, stone.
There a message written there
About loving and believing.
And I know looks can be deceiving.
But I was alone.
That stone had been waiting for a century.
I don’t know if it was waiting for me.
Baby, I was blind but now I see.
I was made for you were made for me.
Sing along if you agree …
Chorus
I was standing in the studio,
Wondering which way to go,
When I thought about that stone, stone.
Those old-fashioned words were a positive rocket,
Rang in my ear, put my heart in my pocket.
So, I’m moving on.
From today to tomorrow through the century.
I don’t know if you’ll wait for me.
Boy, I was dumb, but now I see.
The arrow…points to me.
Sing along if you still love me:
Chorus
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Sharon Glassman Longmont, Colorado
Charming, smart stories and songs for a busy age. I've been called a Surreal Romantic. Adore Harold Arlen, Lou Reed, Kay Starr, Frank Sinatra & Peggy Lee. Can tell you a funny story about the first time I went electric on fiddle. More at sharonglassmanlive.com ... more
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