1. |
Vegas
03:48
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VEGAS
My God my life needs changing
Just keep on sticking around
Just like that tree over yonder
Forever stuck in the ground
Just got to scrap this landscape
Just twist-o-flex my hair
Do something of this old wall
This ain’t no family affair
It’s time to drive to Vegas
It’s time to spend some dough
Fill up my soul with Keno
Fill up my tank drive home
Lord knows a man gets hungry
Gosh darn a man gets old
Before he knows it, it’s over
Go for the gusto I’m told
It’s time to drive to Vegas
It’s time to spend some dough
Fill up my soul with Keno
Fill up my tank drive home
Driving, driving
Driving, driving
I’ve got this plan of action
It’s just my dream of dreams
I’ve saved a little money
I want to feed machines
It’s time to drive to Vegas
It’s time to spend some dough
Fill up my soul with Keno
Fill up my tank drive home
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2. |
Jimmy
03:18
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JIMMY
I’m standing here beside the big decision
I’m standing all alone
I’m hearing quite a bit of noise below me
I’m picking up the phone
My fingers dial, my mind is thinking small child
He chased the cat and mouse
He followed them right through an open air vent
He’s underneath the house
The line is busy, what do I do
Oh no, Jimmy’s down below
How could he know
Oh no, why did Jimmy go
Way down below
I was gonna fix that vent this weekend
Make it look brand new
You wouldn’t think a kid could squeeze like that
The way those critters do
Oh, I could always just pull up those floorboards
If it comes to that
That old carpet sure could use replacing
Thanks to that darn cat
The line is busy, what do I do
Oh no, Jimmy’s down below
How could he know
Oh no, why did Jimmy go
Way down below
I’m waiting for a sign to calmly panic
Where’s those rescue team drones
They’re probably drinking beer and playing football
With disconnected phones
I’ll write a letter to that jerk in Congress
I’ll tell him where I stand
How could those people turn their backs on Jimmy
I just can’t understand
The line is busy, what do I do
Oh no, Jimmy’s down below
How could he know
Oh no, why did Jimmy go
Way down below
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3. |
Whatchagonnado
02:54
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WHATCHAGONNADO
Wake up, no
Too tired, let’s go
It’s late, so
Whatchagonnado with a kid like that
No clean socks
No clean thoughts
Head full of rocks
Whatchagonna do with a mind like that
We keep dreaming of the way it should have been
What an angel he might have been, might have been
We keep praying that someday he’ll join the race
Guess he just needs his space
No job, heck
No plans yet
What a wreck
Whatchagonnado with a punk like that
Too late now
Show him how
What a cow
Whatchagonna do with a brat like that
We keep dreaming of the way it should have been
What an angel he might have been, might have been
We keep praying that someday he’ll join the race
Guess he just needs his space
He sure looks well fed
His feet hang off the bed
His school grades aren’t much
His brain is out to lunch
He’s real mean
Likes TV
Needs his sleep
Whatchagonnado with a kid like that
We keep dreaming of the way it should have been ...
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4. |
House of Pancakes
03:02
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HOUSE OF PANCAKES
Hungry folks by the ton
Need some fuel mixed with fun
See the sign on the street
This is where the family eats
Run to the House of Pancakes
Enter the world of the flat ones they make
Sit in surroundings pleasant
Cut up the circles and dig in dig in
This is where we were raised
Not too shabby I might say
Cakes this round can’t be found
Anywhere anyhow
Many kinds, pick a stack
Silver buck to lumberjack
Fluffy white, wheat or rye
Just don’t ask what goes inside
Run to the House of Pancakes
Enter the world of the flat ones they make
Sit in surroundings pleasant
Cut up the circles and dig in dig in
When you’re filled to the gills
Have dessert just for some thrills
Pancake pie is really neat
Pancake Jell-O can’t be beat
What a time, what a place
What hope for the human race
In this house I have found
Pancakes make the world go 'round
Run to the House of Pancakes
Enter the world of the flat ones they make
Sit in surroundings pleasant
Cut up the circles and dig in dig in
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5. |
Beatniks in Love
04:59
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BEATNIKS IN LOVE
Never thought I’d end up in this place
A room full of turtlenecks, leather, and black berets
There’s a guy with a bongo with a book with an angry face
He's sitting on a stool in the middle of a little stage
What was I thinking, this ain’t my style
It’s time for some drinking for a while, for a while
Found a table and a drink in the nick of time
Found two eyes across the room staring back at mine
Heard some words about love and dogs and pain
End of the world and something about the lucky insane
Her eyes have burned through me
We are as one
And as she approaches
She’s much too young, too much fun
We are just two beatniks in love
We make our own set of rules
Bongo drum to beat out the truth
Poetry is cool
Her earrings hung to her shoulders
Made of silver, very different
Her hair looked ironed and I told her
Beautiful, and yet I knew she cared
She sat on my lap as I stared into her jet black hair
Her head on my shoulder
She said wow man, I said yeah man
I took her hand and I told her
I’ve got some great books
That’s all it took
We are just two beatniks in love
We make our own set of rules
Bongo drum to beat out the truth
Poetry is cool
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6. |
This Isn't Arizona
03:33
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THIS ISN’T ARIZONA
Got a problem inside my head
Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves
Be careful they can poke you dead
Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves
Got a story bout a careless guy
Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves
Got too close nearly lost an eye
Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves
Oh no, how does it grow
This isn’t Arizona
Oh gee, I just can’t believe
This cactus has no natural enemy
Got a shovel to dig it up
Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves
Got too close and I got cut
Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves
Got a friend who’s a lot like you
Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves
Touched a leaf and it went through
Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves
Oh no, how does it grow
This isn’t Arizona
Oh gee, I just can’t believe
This cactus has no natural enemy
Got an urge just for one more feel
Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves
Took a year for the wound to heal
Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves
Oh no, how does it grow
This isn’t Arizona
Oh gee, I just can’t believe
This cactus has no natural enemy
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7. |
Trouble
03:12
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TROUBLE
Trouble, big trouble
Trouble, big trouble
It was never quite clear
It was never taught
Just a small, small child
Walking, walking
Now he does something wrong
Very wrong
He might get caught
Feel sorry
I don’t understand, says that kid
Why go to jail, I’m just a kid
Trouble, big trouble
Trouble, big trouble
You can be an adult too and still get caught
You might be driving down the street going real fast
There’s a cop behind you he’s gonna bust you
We don’t understand why this would happen to us
We’re law abiding citizens, why the bust
I don’t know, you’re busted buddy let’s go
Trouble, big trouble
Trouble, big trouble
Let me tell you
Don’t walk, don’t run, don’t wait, don’t sit, don’t go
To the store to buy anything, it’s against the law
I’m telling you again and again don’t get smart with me
Or you, you’re gonna see it’s
Trouble, big trouble
Trouble, big trouble
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WHERE THE ANGELS PLAY THE BLUES
Someone told me once a time ago
God’s the only one who ever knows
When we die they lay us in the ground
Some go up above but most go down
Lord knows I tried
I paid my dues
Give me a home
Where the angels play the blues
Never thought I’d live to see the day
Never thought that I’d go out this way
Pair of strangers staring straight at me
One is smiling and the other’s got wings
Lord knows I tried
I paid my dues
Give me a home
Where the angels play the blues
I remember when I was a kid
Always wondered where the dead folks hid
Here today and then it’s c'est la vie
Hit the road down to eternity
Lord knows I tried
I paid my dues
Give me a home
Where the angels play the blues
If I wake up at the Pearly Gates
Well I know the Man has got good taste
If by chance he sends me down the hole
I’m sure those folks play with a lot more soul
Lord knows I tried
I paid my dues
Give me a home
Where the angels play the blues
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9. |
Where's the Money
04:01
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WHERE’S THE MONEY
I’ve been waiting such a long, long time
For the break to come along
I’ve been working day and night
I’ve been writing, writing these songs
When she walked in
I would never ever want to be alone again
I could only dream about the way it might have been
If I had just one hit
Where’s the money, where’s the limos
Where’s my brand new friends
Where’s the big deal with the big wheel
Where’s my royalty checks
It’s been ten years, more like twenty
Since I realized my mission
To write hits, to write big fat hits
And maybe later on television
With hooks like
When she walked in
I would never ever want to be alone again
I could only dream about the way it might have been
If I had just one hit
Where’s the money, where’s the limos
Where’s my brand new friends
Where’s the big deal with the big wheel
Where’s my royalty checks
I keep wondering how much longer
Until I hit the top
It won’t change me, I’ll still write songs
I won’t ever stop writing
When she walked in
I would never ever want to be alone again
I could only dream about the way it might have been
If I had just one hit
Where’s the money, where’s the limos ...
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10. |
Git Along Little Dogies
04:51
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GIT ALONG LITTLE DOGIES
Every man’s a cowboy
With a heavy load
Every day’s a hard one
Every doag’s a doag
Ride the range, bite the dust
Crack the whip, eat the crust
Head ‘em out, move ‘em in
Hit the hay and ride again
Git along little dogies ...
Every man’s a rider
Destined to move on
Every night hear him singing
That old dogie song
Ride the range, bite the dust
Crack the whip, eat the crust
Head ‘em out, move ‘em in
Hit the hay and ride again
Git along little dogies ...
This old world is changing
It ain’t fair or right
For a man to be happy
Without no bar room fight
Ride the range, bite the dust
Crack the whip, eat the crust
Head ‘em out, move ‘em in
Hit the hay and ride again
Git along little dogies ...
Every man’s a cowboy
With a heavy load
Every day’s a hard one
Every doag’s a doag
Git along little dogies ...
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Joe & Barry San Francisco, California
Joe Menichetti is a guitarist and songwriter.
Barry Phillips has worked with Ravi and Anoushka Shankar and
is a recording engineer, multi-instrumentalist and composer.
All the songs on Trouble were originally written and recorded by Joe on his 4-track cassette deck in the mid 80's. Hope you enjoy this wild and wacky ride.
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