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  • You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
    You make me happy when skies are gray.
    You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.
    How could you take my sunshine away?

  • Light the lamp and fire mellow cabin essence; timely hello welcomes the time for a change.

    Lost and found, you still remain there.
    You’ll find a meadow filled with rain there.

    I’ll give you a home on the range.

    Who ran the iron horse?
    Who ran the iron horse?

    I want to watch you, windblown, facing waves of wheat for your embracing.
    Folks sing a song of the grange.

    Nestle in a kiss below there, the constellations ebb and flow there and witness our home on the range.

    Who ran the iron horse?
    Who ran the iron horse?

    Have you seen the Grand Coulee workin’ on the railroad?
    Over and over, the crow cries uncover the cornfield.
    Over and over, the thresher and hover the wheat field.

  • She belongs there left with her liberty.
    Never known as a non-believer.
    She laughs and stays in her one, one, wonderful.

    She knew how to gather the forest when God reached softly and moved her body.

    One golden locket, quite young and loving her mother and father—

    Farther down the path was a mystery.
    Through the recess, the chalk and numbers.
    A boy bumped into her one, one, wonderful.

    All fall down and lost in the mystery.
    Lost it all to a non-believer, and all that’s left is a girl who’s loved by her mother and father.

    She’ll return in love with her liberty.
    Just away from her non-believer, she’ll sigh and thank God for one, one, wonderful.

  • Maybe not one.
    Maybe you too, wonderin’.
    Wonderin’ who.
    Wonderful you, a-wonderin’.

    Child—the child, Father of the Son.
    Where is the Father, Son.
    Where it he wonderful me/wonderful you.

    Tho’ I know I’m wont to wonderin’, nevermind, wonderful you.
    I can’t stop a-wonderin’.
    Never you mind, wonderful you!

    Child—the child, Father of the Son.

  • Child—the child, Father of the man.

    Easy my child—it’s just enough to believe.
    Out of the wild—into what you can conceive.
    You’ll achieve. Child—the child, Father of the man.

  • A diamond necklace played the pawn.
    Hand in hand, some drummed along to a handsome mannered baton.

    A blind class aristocracy.
    Back through the op’ra glass you see the pit and the pendulum drawn.

    Columnated ruins domino!

    Canvas the town and brush the back-drop.
    Are you sleeping?

    Hung velvet over taking me.
    Dim chandelier awaken me.
    To a song dissolved in the dawn.

    The music hall—A costly bow.
    The music all is lost for now, to a muted trumpeter swan.

    Columnated ruins domino!

    Canvas the town and brush the back-drop.
    Are you sleeping?
    Brother John?

    Dove nested towers—the hour was strike the street, quicksilver moon.

    Carriage across the fog-two-step to lamplight cellar tune.

    The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne.

    The glass was raised, the fired-roast.
    The fullness of the wine.
    A dim last toasting.
    While at Port, adieu or die.

    A choke of grief, heart-hardened eye, beyond belief, a broken man too laugh to cry.

    Surf’s Up! Aboard a tidal wave.
    Come about hard and join the young and often spring you gave.

    I heard the word.
    Wonderful thing!
    A children’s song.
    A children’s song—have you listened as they play?
    Their song is love and the children know the way.

  • I'M IN GREAT SHAPE
    Fresh clean air around my head.
    Morning tumble out of bed.
    Eggs and grits and lickety split.
    Look at me jump!
    I’m in great shape of the agriculture!

    WORKSHOP
    I wanna be around to pick up the pieces, when somebody breaks your heart.
    When somebody breaks your heart in two.

  • I’m gonna be ’round my vegetables.
    I’m gonna chow down my vegetables.
    I love you most of all, my favorite vegetables.

    If you brought a big brown bag of them home, I’d jump up and down and hope you’d toss me a carrot—

    I’m gonna keep well, my vegetables.
    Cart off and sell my vegetables.
    I love yo most of all, my favorite vegetable.

    I tried to kick the ball, but my tennie flew right off.
    I’m red as a beet ’cause I’m so embarrassed.

    Sleep a lot, eat a lot, brush ’em like crazy.
    Run a lot, do a lot, never be lazy.
    Sleep a lot, eat a lot, brush ’em like crazy.
    Run a lot, do a lot, never be lazy.
    Da da da da…

    I threw away my candy bar and I ate the wrapper.
    And when they told me what I did, I brust into laughter.

    I know that you’ll feel better, when you send u in your letter
    And tell us the name of your… Your favorite vegetable.

  • A pirate with a tune on a holiday.
    Ol’ lazy mister moon want a getaway.
    And isn’t that a moon for a milky way?

    A ukulele lady—a roundalay.
    Rock, rock roll, Child!
    Rock, rock roll, Plymouth Rock roll over.
    For a holiday—with a roundalay.

    Abaft and forth—a starboard course with north abeam, sherry of course.
    The men will share some sport ah-now me hearty!
    Not the rum of Carib scum.
    It’s Port tonight, drink up and come.
    Un-weigh the anchor yank and we will party!

    A shanty town—a chanty in Waikiki.
    And juxtapose a man with a mystery.
    A blue Hawaiian—capture his melody.
    And Liluola Kalani will sing to me.

    Rock, rock roll, Child!
    Rock, rock roll, Plymouth Rock roll over.
    For a holiday. Long, long ago… Long ago.

    Whisperin’ winds send my wind chimes a-tinklin’.

    Whisperin’ winds send my wind chimes a-tinklin’.

  • Hanging down from my window, those are my wind chimes.
    On the warm breeze, the little bells tinkle like wind chimes.
    Though it’s hard, I try not to look at my wind chimes.
    Now and then a tear rolls off my cheek.

    Close your eyes and lean back and listen to wind chimes.
    In the late afternoon, you’re hung up on wind chimes.
    Though it’s hard, I try not to look at my wind chimes.

  • (fire)

    Instrumental

  • Is it hot as hell in here, or is it me?
    It really is a mystery.
    If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take my misery—I could really use a drop to drink.
    Somewhere in a placid pool and sink.
    Feel like I was really in the…PINK!

    I lose a dream when I don’t sleep.
    I’m slumberin’.
    There’s still a promise we must keep—I’m wonderin’.

    A wah ha wah—Hawaii.
    A wah ha wah—Hawaii lay beyond the sea.
    A wah ha wah—Hawaii.

    Oh I could use a drop to drink right now.
    In a waterfall, back there in Hawaii—
    Take me to a luau now and lay before me.
    Wholly Holy Cow!

    Down in blue Hawaii.
    So far away from blue Hawaii.
    Aloha nui means goodbye.

  • Ahh—oh—hm—

  • I—I love the colorful clothes she wears. And she’s already workin’ on my brain. I—I only looked in her eyese, but I picked up something I just can’t explain.

    I’m pickin’ up good vibrations, she’s giving me excitations.

    Good, good, good—good vibrations.

    I—I bet I know what she’s like.
    And I can feel how right she’d be for me.

    It’s weird, how she comes in so strong.
    And I wonder what she’s pickin’ up from me?

    (repeat chorus)

    I don’t know where but she sends me there—
    Ah my my, what a sensation!
    Ah my my, what an elation!

    Gotta keep those lovin’ good vibrations a –happenin’ with her.

    Ahh—Good, good, good—good vibrations.

  • I been in this town so long that back in the city I been taken for lost and gone and unknown for a long, long time—

    Fell in love years ago with an innocent girl from the Spanish and Indian home of the Heroes and Villains.

    Once at night, cotillion squared, the fight, and she was right in the rain of the bullets that eventually brought her down—

    But she’s still dancing in the night unafraid of what a dude’ll do in a town full of Heroes and Villains.

    Heroes and Villains: Just see what you done-done
    Heroes and Villains: Just see what you done-done

    Stand or fall, I know there shall be peace in the valley, and it’s all an affair of my life with the Heroes and Villains.

    In the cantina, Margarita keeps the spirits high. There I watched her. She spun around and wound in the warmth. Her body fanned the flame of the dance.

    Dance Margarita! Don’t you know I love you!

    My children were raised, you know they suddenly rise.
    They started slow long ago, head to toe; healthy wealthy and wise.

    I been in this town so long, so long to the city
    I’m fit with the stuff to ride in the rough—and Sonny, down snuff, I’m alright by the Heroes and Villains.

  • Waving from the ocean liners, beaded cheering Indians behind them.

    Rock, rock, roll Plymouth Rock roll over.
    Ribbon of concrete—I just see what you done—done to the church of the American Indian!

    Once upon the Sandwich Isles, the social structure steamed upon Hawaii.
    Rock, rock, roll Plymouth Rock roll over.

    Bicycle rider, just see what you done—done to the church of the American Indian!

    Rock, rock, roll Plymouth Rock roll over. Mahalo lu le, Mahalo lu la, Keeni waka pula (Repeat)
    Rock, rock, roll Plymouth Rock roll over. Rock, rock, roll Plymouth Rock roll over.

  • Out in the backyard, the chickens do their number.
    Out in the barnyard, the cook is choppin’ lumber.

    Jump in the pig pen—next time I’ll take my shoes off.
    Hit the dirt, do a two-&-a-half, next time I’ll leave my hat off.