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9. | Theme (instrumental) |
10. | Prelude In E Major (instrumental) |
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Song sung blue
Everybody knows one
Song sung blue
Every garden grows one
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Sing them out again
Song sung blue
Weeping like a willow
Song sung blue
Sleeping on my pillow
Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know, start to feeling good
You simply got no choice
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Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Song sung blue
Everybody knows one
Song sung blue
Every garden grows one
Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know, start to feeling good
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Porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie
Vanilla soup, a double scoop please
No, maybe I want, maybe I won't, maybe I will
The tutti fruit
With fruity blue cheese
Ah, but porcupine pie,
Porcupine pie, porcupine pie
Don't let it get on your jeans
And though it sounds a little strange
But you got to eat it with gloves
Or your hands will turn green
[Instrumental]
Ah, but porcupine pie,
Porcupine pie, porcupine pie
It weaves its way through my dreams
And I do believe
I'm gonna get one
And leave enough room for dessert
Chicken ripple ice cream
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Roll 'em in the morning
Roll without no warning
Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn
You know that he could
And he would, yeah
He's a high rollin' man
In a high rollin' neighborhood
Sing it
Roll 'em, roll 'em,
C'mon roll 'em
Roll 'em, roll 'em,
C'mon roll 'em
Don't do much good
But good Lord, he could roll 'em
Lord, he was a dreamer
Hardly worth redeeming
Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn
You know that he was
Lord, he was
Lyrics
But when it comes to his thumbs
Ain't a man who can do what he does
Hear it
Roll 'em, roll 'em,
C'mon roll 'em,
Roll 'em, roll 'em,
C'mon roll 'em
Don't do much good,
But good Lord, he could roll 'em
Roll 'em, roll 'em,
C'mon roll 'em,
Roll 'em, roll 'em,
C'mon roll 'em
Don't do much good,
But good Lord, he could roll 'em
Roll 'em, roll 'em,
C'mon roll 'em,
Roll 'em, roll 'em,
C'mon roll 'em
Don't do much good,
But good Lord, he could roll 'em
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Canta libre, Canta vida,
De mi madre,
Y mi padre
Canta mi corazon,
Para los ninos,
Y sus ninos, Canta libre
I got music running in my head
Makes me feel like a young bird flying
'Cross my mind and layin' in my bed
Keeps me away from the thought of dyin'
Canta libre, Canta vida,
De mi madre
Y mi padre
I got music runnin' in my brain
Ev'ry song with it's own kind of meaning
Cleanse the soul and wash away the pain
Baptized by the song that you're singing
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Canta libre, Canta la vida
Siempre conmigo,
Canta libre
Canta libre,
Canta la vida
Canta mi corazon
Para los ninos
Y sus ninos
Canta libre
De mi madre
Y mi padre
Canta libre
Cante Libre
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Captain Sunshine
Make me drink wine
Make me feel fine
When I'm feelin' wrongly down
He don't take much
He don't make much
But ah, to be such a man as he
And walk so pure
Between the earth and the sea
Captain Sunshine,
He do me fine
Make the words rhyme
When he knows the tune is sad
He don't take much
Lordy, he don't make much
But ah, to be such a man as he
And walk so pure
Between the earth and the sea
[Instrumental]
He don't take much
He don't make much
But ah, to be such a man as he
And walk so pure
Between the earth and the sea
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She was morning
And I was night time
I one day woke up
To find her lying
Beside my bed
I softly said
"Come take me"
For I've been lonely
In need of someone
As though I'd done
Someone wrong somewhere
I don't know where
Come lately
You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the words
I am the tune
Play me
Song she sang to me
Song she brang to me
Words that rang in me
Rhyme that sprang from me
Warmed the night
And what was right
Became me
You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the words
I am the tune
Play me
And so it was
That I came to travel
Upon a road
That was thorned and narrow
Another place
Another grace
Would save me
You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the word
I am the tune
Play me
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Gitchy Goomy, gitchy gaddy
Sit you laddie down on your daddy's knee
And ain't it a nice place to be
Goggin noggin, papa's rockin'
Like a mockin' bird in a windy tree
And that ain't no place for me
Been there one time, been there two times
Been there three times
More than I care to be
But we're gonna make it through
Gitchy Goomy
Life is good, life is fine, life is warm
Life is kind, can you see it?
Love is great, love is right
Keeps you warm late at night
When you need it
Baby boy, daddy's joy, life's a toy
LyricsBut you don't wanna break it
Like a sweet symphony,
All you need is the key, you can play it
Gitchy Goomy, gitchy gaddy
Sit you laddie down while I have my say
Now don't be runnin' away
Goggin noggin, papa's talkin'
Don't go walkin' off like you mean to play
Well, you can have it your way
Been there one time, been there two times
Been there three times
More than I care to say
But you're gonna be okay,
Gitchy Goomy
Life is good, life is fine, life is warm
Life is kind, can you see it?
Love is great, love is right
Keeps you warm late at night
When you need it
Baby boy, daddy's joy, life's a toy
But you don't wanna break it
Like a sweet symphony,
All you need is the key, you can play it
Been there one time, been there two times
Been there three times
More than I care to be
Seen it one time, seen it two times
Seen it three times,
Lord 'n' it's plain to see
Ah, you gonna make it through
Gitchy Goomy
You 'n me gonna make it through
Gitchy Goomy
Ah, you gonna make it through
Gitchy Goomy
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Walk on water, ain't it like her
She leads the children
Ain't it right, ain't it right, ain't it right
And ain't it wond'rous,
The way she does it
Gives love and loves it
Ain't it right, ain't it right, ain't it right
Light de light, we got mornin',
Mornin' makes another day
Glory sight, got de dawnin'
Lordy, light the night away
Light de light, we got de mornin',
Mornin' makes another day
Glory sight, got de dawnin'
Lordy, light the night away
Light de light, we got mornin',
Mornin' makes another day
Glory sight, got de dawnin'
Lordy, light the night away
She walks on water,
Ah, ain't it like her
She leads the children
Ain't it right, ain't it right, ain't it right
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Morningside, the old man died.
And no one cried, they simply turned away.
And when he died,
He left a table filled with nails and pride.
And with his hands he carved these words inside:
"For my children"
Morning light, morning bright.
I spent the night with dreams that make you weep.
Morning time,
Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine,
For I recall the words an old man signed:
"For my children"
And the legs were shaped with his hands,
And the table made with oaken wood.
And the children that sat around this great table,
Touched it with their laughter, and that was good.
Morningside, the old man died.
And no one cried, he surely died alone.
And truth is sad,
For not a child would claim the gift he had.
The words he carved became his epitaph......
"For my children"
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