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TALES FROM SIXTH & CLINTON LYRICS MANDOLIN MOON G. Cagno - (Cagnotes Music - ASCAP) & D. Brody - (Chase Me Dog Music- BMI) ALL RIGHT IF THIS IS WHAT WE’VE COME TO DON’T PUT IT OFF ONE MORE DAY WE SAW IT COMING A MILE AWAY TAKE A BREAK FROM THIS FOOLISH FUSSING TRYING TO FORCE IT TO FIT I’M PERFECTLY WILLING TO BACK OFF A BIT CHORUS YOU TAKE YOUR TIME AND YOU MAKE THE RIGHT DECISION YOU KNOW WHERE I’LL BE I PRESUME I’LL BE RIGHT HERE, UNDER THE MANDOLIN MOON NOW I CAN’T SAY I’M NOT DISAPPOINTED YOU CANNOT SAY THAT YOU’RE RELIEVED WHO KNOWS WHAT FORTUNE IS KEEPING UP IT’S SLEEVE NOW DON’T GET HUNG UP ON DETAILS WHO TREATED THE OTHER ONE WORSE THAT’S A SCENE WE DO NOT NEED TO REHEARSE CHORUS BRIDGE YOU TAKE YOUR TIME YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF YOU TAKE YOUR TIME YOU’VE TAKEN EVERYTHING ELSE NOW IT’S LATE AND I’M WAITING IN DARKNESS AND I GAVE UP WATCHING THE CLOCK IT DOESN’T MATTER I THINK MY WATCH HAS STOPPED I’LL BE HERE WHERE WE MET IN MOONLIGHT TRYING TO GET BACK ON TRACK BUT WHAT IF YOU NEVER, NEVER COME BACK CHORUS HOLLYWOOD COMES TO HOBOKEN G. CAGNO - (CAGNOTES MUSIC - BMI) HEY RON HOWARD WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA I SEEM TO REMEMBER I WAS PARKED RIGHT OVER HERE YOUR BIG MOVIE PRODUCTION, CAME TO MY LITTLE TOWN WHEN I GOT BACK HOME TONIGHT, MY CAR WAS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND JACK WHO DROVE THE RYDER TOLD ME GIBSON’S IN THE FLICK SO IT WASN’T GOING QUICK HE WAS PARKED OUTSIDE MY PLACE SO I OFFERED HIM A BEER AS WE SHOT THE BREEZE I REALIZED, MY CAR HAD ONCE BEEN HERE CHORUS I GOT TOWED BY OPIE RITCHIE CUTTINGHAM TOWED ME I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE I WAS HERE BEFORE YOU YOU’RE A BIG SHOT DIRECTOR AND I’M JUST A RENTER BUT I’D APPRECIATE MY WHEELS BACK WHEN YOU’RE THROUGH HEY RICHIE CUTTINGHAM, I GOTTA SAY THIS REALLY SUCKS THE TOWING PLUS THE TICKET SET ME BACK A HUNDRED BUCKS MAC THE COP SAID HE’D BUZZED ME, BUT I HADN’T BEEN AROUND I’D BEEN OUT MAKING MONEY, I’D SOON BE GIVIN TO THE TOWN SO HE OFFERED ME A RIDE, TO THE POUND AS APOLOGY DROPPED ME OFF AT THE GATE WHERE THE GUARD DOG TRIED TO BITE ME. THE GUY BEHIND THE DESK TRIED TO TACK ON 15 CLAMS AT 2 A.M. ON THURSDAY JUST WHAT I NEED’S ANOTHER SCAM CHORUS BRIDGE THIS KIND OF STUFF NEVER HAPPENED IN MAYBERRY THIS KIND OF STUFF ONLY SEEMS TO HAPPEN TO ME WOULD YOU HAVE TOWED THE FONZ IF HE WAS IN YOUR WAY? I GUESS I AIN’T HIM AND THIS IS NOT A HAPPY DAY HEY THERE OPIE, I’LL LET YOU EARN MY RESPECT BACK IF YOU’LL PUT MY NEW SONG ON YOUR LATEST SOUNDTRACK & I WOULD CALL IT EVEN, THIS INTRUSION ON MY LIFE YOU HAVING MY VW HAULED OFF BY BARNIE FIFE CHORUS JUNKYARD REUNION G. CAGNO - (CAGNOTES MUSIC - BMI) I WENT SHOPPING WITH MY DAD IT WAS THE LONGEST TIME WE’D HAD IN QUITE A WHILE, YOU SEE WE DON’T TALK THAT MUCH WE DON’T CALL MUCH, DON’T WRITE IT'S OK IT'S NOT LIKE WE FIGHT IT’S JUST THE BUSYNESS AND DISTANCES HAVE FOUND US OUT OF TOUCH BUT THIS DAY WE BOTH FOUND THE TALK IN ALL THE AISLES THAT WE WALKED THINGS WERE DIFFERENT AS IT WASN'T FORCED OR HARD IT COULD'VE BEEN THE COMMON GROUND THE PLACE WE LOOKED AND THEN WE FOUND WE SPENT THE AFTERNOON TOGETHER AT THE JUNKYARD CHORUS IT WAS JUST MY DAD & ME IT WAS JUST WHAT WE BOTH NEEDED FINDING OUT WHAT WE’VE BEEN MISSIN’ PULLING PARTS OFF THAT AND THIS ONE IN WAYS I'M JUST LIKE DAD IN SAVING EVERYTHING WE'VE HAD & WE TELLING STORIES THAT PAUSE / HALFWAY THROUGH THE JUNKYARD GAVE US SPACE TO SPIN OUR TALES AT OUR OWN PACE AND TO PICK UP AND ADMIRE THINGS WE KNEW WE'D NEVER USE BUT WE ALSO SHARE THE HABIT OF HIDING BEHIND SILENCE A BIT TRYING TO KEEP QUIET RATHER THAN SHOW WHEN YOU’RE TORN NOT WANTING TO BE A BURDEN IT’S BETTER OFF NOT BEING HEARD & IRONY WOULD HAVE IT WE WERE BOTH LOOKING FOR A HORN CHORUS I WENT SHOPPING WITH MY DAD IT WAS THE LONGEST TIME WE’D HAD IN QUITE A WHILE, YOU SEE THERE'S NOT MUCH TO SPEND BUT WE BOTH FOUND OUR PARTS TOOK THEM HOME AND FIXED THE CARS & IT WAS JUST A BIT SAD TO SEE THE DAY END BUT NOW WE BOTH HAVE A WAY TO SIGNAL WHEN WE NEED A DAY TO CATCH UP WITH THE OTHER ONE TO SEE WHAT HAS CHANGED WHEN I’M AWAY I’LL SING THIS TUNE AND RECALL OUR JUNKYARD REUNION AND EVERYTIME YOU HONK YOUR HORN DAD YOU CAN DO THE SAME CHORUS THUNDERSTORMS (The Florida Song) G. Cagno - (Cagnotes Music - BMI) WELL FRIEND I MADE IT I MEAN SURVIVED THE TRIP 21 HOURS ON 15 MINUTES SLEEP I FELT MY NERVES AND STRANGE, DRIVING OUT OF RANGE TO BREAK A HABIT AND KEEP THE CHANGE HOME’S A TINY CEILING, I FOUND A CHEAP SHACK THAT MAKES THE BREAK WHOLE, NEVER GOING BACK MY ONLY WORRY ANYMORE, WILL BE A QUESTION OF THE SCORE AND HOW TO PUT A FOOT THROUGH THE DOOR CHORUS I AM RICH AND I AM POOR, MY WORLD’S SWITCHED BACKWARDS FROM BEFORE I TRADED SAFETY FOR SOMETHING THAT MEANS SO MUCH MORE BUT THINGS ARE COOL AND IT IS WARM, AND I LIKE THESE THUNDERSTORMS AND I’M SURE THIS IS WHY I WAS BORN I’M WORKING DOWNTOWN, THAT SMALL TOWN IT IS TO MAKE RENT MIXING POISON FOR RETIREES THE CONVERSATION IS TAME, BUT IT’S TRUE ALL THE SAME AND I GET TO AVOID THEIR MISTAKES IN THE GAME I’VE LOOKED AND I’VE SEEN, AND NOTHING CAN COMPARE TO THE SPEED AND THE ACTION THAT YOU’VE GOT UP THERE NOW I’M A STRANGER SWINGING, AT WHAT THE DARK IS BRINGING AND BROTHER I KNOW YOU UNDERSTAND MY THINKING CHORUS BRIDGE SO FAR I’VE BEEN, THE MOST UNLUCKY PERSON BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I WON’T MAKE THINGS HAPPEN YOU DO NOT NEED TO CALL, JUST THOUGHT I’D REFLECT JUST TO AFFIRM MYSELF AND RECOLLECT WITH A ROLLING JUMP START, I LEFT TO FOLLOW MY HEART AND THE GLORY OF LEAVING WAS THE EASY PART CHORUS FROM HERE G. Cagno - (Cagnotes Music - BMI) FROM HERE I CAN SEE THE MOVIES STICKING TO THE FLOOR FROM HERE I CAN HEAR THE DJS SAY A LITTLE MORE I CAN SMELL THE COFFEE AND THE POT GET A LITTLE SLEEP AND DREAM A LOT AND LOOK IN FRONT OF WHAT I’VE GOT FROM HERE I CAN READ THE PAPERS THEY GIVE ‘EM OUT FOR FREE FROM HERE I CAN CUT THE WIRES CONNECTING YOU TO ME I CAN LOCK THE WINDOWS AND THE DOORS I CAN DO MY LAUNDRY WITH THE WHORES AND JUSTIFY WITH RENT I CAN AFFORD BRIDGE NOT THAT I’M COMPLAINING MIND YOU I’M FREE TO LEAVE ANY DAY THINK AHEAD AND LOOK BEHIND YOU I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO MAKES ME STAY FROM HERE YOU CAN SEE IT LEAVING BEFORE IT’S EVEN LEFT FROM HERE YOU CAN SEE THE THIEVING BEFORE IT’S A THEFT AND IT’S NOT FOR ME BUT IT’S THE TRUTH THAT YOU CAN STEAL AN EYE AND SELL A TOOTH DON’T ACT SO SURPRISED IT’S NOTHING NEW THE GRIND G.Cagno (Cagnotes Music-BMI) PETER WEARS HIS SUIT AND TIE AND HE GETS THE KNOT RIGHT WITH JUST ONE TRY HIS WINGS GET WET IN THE SNOW AND RAIN AND SLEEP HE GETS ON THE COMMUTER TRAIN IT’S A SHORT RIDE TO A BUSY STATE HE GOES IN EARLY COMES HOME LATE THEY PAY 9 TO 5 AND THE REST’S FOR FREE AND THAT’S NOT HOW IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE CHORUS “I’LL GIVE THEM DAYS AND I’LL TAKE THE NIGHTS AND I’LL STAY OUT LATE SOMETIMES IN SPITE BUT I’LL BLOCK IT OUT WHEN THE WEEKEND’S HERE AND LAUGH IT OFF OVER SOME BEER THINK ABOUT A NEW CAREER GET ME OUT OF HERE HE’S GOT THE GREYS BUT NOT THE AGE HE GETS THE WORK BUT NOT THE WAGE HE LAYS DOWN BITTER WAKES UP TIRED AND DREAMS EACH NIGHT OF BEING FIRED CAUSE HE DON’T LIKE THE WAY HE GETS WHEN STRESS DICTATES HIS WHOLE MINDSET THE GRIND IS SCRAPING DOWN HIS SOUL AND TURNING HIM INTO A REAL ASSHOLE CHORUS BRIDGE 2 DAYS FOR THE BEE AND 5 FOR THE HIVE 10 DAYS OFF, WORK 355 THE WORK IS LONG THE PLAY IS GONE THE BOSS THE CROOK AND HE’S THE PAWN 16 TONS WHAT DO YOU GET ANOTHER DAY OLDER DEEPER IN DEBT BABY DON’T YOU CALL ME I CAN’T GO I OWE MY SOUL TO THE COMPANY STORE* CHORUS * ADAPTED FROM "SIXTEEN TONS" MERLE TRAVERS © 1947 WHEN I'M DANCING (GINGER) G.Cagno (Cagnotes Music-BMI) FLYING OUT THE FRONT DOOR FLAILING FOR A CAB FINGERNAILS & FAKE FUR FALLING OFF BEGGING FOR A RIDE TO TAKE HER OUT TO HIDE FROM HER COMPLICATED SIDE AND SMOKER’S COUGH CHORUS SHE SAID THE MORE THAT I GO OUT THE MORE I CAN KEEP IN AND I DON’T HAVE TO PRETEND WHEN I’M DANCING AT 10 I’M GINGER ROGERS AND BY 1 I’M GINGER LYNN AND TOMORROW I’LL BE GONE WHEN THE ALARM RINGS HARM HANGS OVER HALF HER HEAD OF HARDENED HAIR STUCK-UP BYTHE SPRAY & SMOKE & SLIME SHE HAD IT LONG AND CURLY AND SHE TEASED IT TO THE MOON THEN CHOPPED IT OFF AT ASTOR TO SAVE TIME CHORUS SHE’S GOT A SHIFTING SET OF VALUES AND A SHITTY SENSE OF TIME AND A SIMPLE TASTE IN SEX THAT SUITS HER FINE SHE USED TO READ THE BIBLE AND SHE USED TO READ BURROUGHS BUT NOW SHE ONLY READS BETWEEN THE LINES CHORUS MINGUS DIED IN MEXICO C. Bauman (BMI) & G.Cagno (Cagnotes Music-BMI) THE WATER RIPS A STEADY LINE FROM THE SUBTLE CHIME OF A SUICIDE SPICED TAMALES AND SKINS OF WINE ON THE GRINGO BEACH AT SIESTA TIME STACCATO NOTES STACKED IN TWOS SCRATCH THE SKY WITH MITCHELL BLUE SPARKLING SANDS THAT SHIFT AND GROW WHERE MINGUS DIED IN MEXICO CARPE DIEM OF A SINISTER SORT CERVEZA, SENIOR, LA FESTIVAL DE MUERTE GRINNING SKULLS IN THE VILLAGE SQUARE EYE THE BODIES TWITCHING ON THE ROPES DOWN THERE THE MARIACHI SWIRLS THROUGH A MINOR SCORE DANCE AND SIGH AND BREATHE NO MORE A RAVEN WINKS BUT WILL NOT GO WHERE MINGUS DIED IN MEXICO A REQUIEM GRINDS IN GENTLE GRUNTS THE SHUFFLE AND CHANTS OF THE THELONIOUS MONKS THEY STIR THE POT OF THE FISHY SEA AWASH WITH THE YACHTS OF THE BOURGEOISIE THE CATHOLIC CHRIST ON AN INNOCENT CROSS WITH CRUSTING BLOOD OF A PARADISE LOST THE CHARTS WILL HINT BUT NOT QUITE SHOW WHERE MINGUS DIED IN MEXICO A SHIVER WILL SLICE THE HAND WITH A PEN AND DRIP PURPLE MEMORIES THAT WITHER WITHIN A MELODY MOUNTING AGAIN AND AGAIN A CLIMBING CRESCENDO THAT SHOOTS THROUGH THE WIND... AND THE DEEPENING DRONE OF THIS TREBLE TONE IT LONGS AND IT LINGERS OVER LINES IT HAS KNOWN IT’S TELLING YOU ALL WHAT YOU ALREADY KNOW AND MINGUS LIES DEAD IN MEXICO ODE TO MRS. CLAUS' JOY G.Cagno (Cagnotes Music-BMI) & C. Bauman (BMI) THERE’S TENSION AT THE POLE TONIGHT THE ELVES ARE ALL REMISS THEY FEAR FOR THEIR JOBS WHEN THE BOSS’ WIFE’S LIKE THIS EACH CHRISTMAS EVE SHE WATCHES SANTA PACK THE SLEIGH THEN STAYS AT THE POLE ALONE UNTIL CHRISTMAS DAY TOO MANY YEARS OF THIS HAD STARTED GETTING OLD SO MRS. CLAUS DECIDED THIS YEAR SHE’D BREAK THE MOLD CHORUS MRS. CLAUS IS WEARING RED TONIGHT, SHE’S SERIOUS JUST BECAUSE SHE’S SANTA’S WIFE, DON’T MEAN SHE CAN’T MEAN BUS-I-NESS SHE’S SABOTAGED THE SLEIGH AND ALL THE REINDEER GAMES SHE FIXED THE KIDS ARE GONNA HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL 26TH WHAT’S ONE MORE DAY TO ALL THE BOYS AND GIRLS SHE'S GONNA SPREAD A LOT JOY TO THE WORLD SHE SAID I’M TIRED OF SITTIN’ ALL ALONE WITH THESE STUPID ELVES THEY SAY SIZE DON’T COUNT I’M NOT SO SURE OF THAT MYSELF I’VE GOT WANTS & I’VE GOT NEEDS THIS YEAR IT’S MORE THAN KIDS THAT SANTA’S GONNA HAVE TO PLEASE MORE THAN THAT CHIMNEY THAT HE’S GONNA HAVE TO SQUEEZE THOSE MILK AND COOKIES JUST CAN’T COMPETE WITH ME CHORUS SANTA PULLED OUT HIS LIST & HE CHECKED IT TWICE SHE’D SLIPPED IN A NOTE, LET’S GET NAUGHTY ON THE ICE HE CAUTIOUSLY WENT INSIDE TO WISH MRS. C GOODNIGHT HE DIDN’T HAVE THE TIME FOR WHAT SHE HAD IN MIND HE FOUND HER WRAPPED IN JUST THE BLANKET FROM UNDERNEATH THE TREE SHE SAID “IS THAT A FRUIT CAKE IN YOUR POCKET OR ARE YOU JUST GLAD TO SEE ME” CHORUS THANK YOU TUNE G.Cagno (Cagnotes Music-BMI) I MET YOU WHEN I WAS 15 AND WITH YOU I LEARNED EVERYTHING & I WON’T FORGET THE TIME YOU’VE SHARED WITH ME THANKS FOR THE YEARS OF ENDURANCE FROM HOT TO COLD TO BAD PERFORMANCE BECAUSE OF YOU I’VE BECOME WHO YOU SEE CHORUS HEY OLD GUITAR, YOU’VE GOT A PLACE IN MY HEART SO HERE’S A SIMPLE THANK YOU TUNE FOR THE TIME HEY OLD GUITAR, YOU’RE NOT BEING REPLACED IN MY HEART PART OF YOU IS IN MY HANDS AND IN MY LINES REMEMBER HOW WE USED TO TRY HERE COMES THE SUN AND CLOSE YOUR EYES MY FINGERS WEARING YEARS INTO YOUR WOOD THROUGH GOOD & BAD YOU’RE A SURVIVOR FROM TWO MAN SOCK TO BACKROAD DRIVER YOU STAYED WITH ME AND LET ME KNOW I COULD CHORUS/BREAK NOW SHE’S BECOME MY NEW PERFORMER AND YOU STAND WAITING IN THE CORNER & I’M AFRAID I WON’T SEE YOU AS MUCH AND I’LL TAKE HER WHERE WE USED TO GO AND PLAY THE SONGS THAT YOU AND I WROTE BUT MUSIC WILL ALWAYS KEEP US IN TOUCH CHORUS HOBOKEN LULLABY G.Cagno (Cagnotes Music-BMI) PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY PILLOW SAY GOODNIGHT YOU’VE HAD ANOTHER LONG DAY AND SO HAVE I I WILL KEEP YOU WARM DEAR REST YOUR WEARY HEAD HERE I’LL SING A HOBOKEN LULLABYE CHORUS SLEEP LONG, SLEEP TIGHT HEAR THE VOICES OF THE NIGHT DREAM SWEET, DREAM TRUE IGNORE THE THINGS THAT KEEP ON WAKING YOU PUT MY PILLOW ON YOUR HEAD SAY GOODNIGHT, AGAIN... THERE GOES ANOTHER AMBULANCE ANOTHER FIRE ENGINE ALARMS ARE LOUD AND CLEAR NOW MY ARMS ARE ON MY EARS NOW IT’S A HOBOKEN LULLABYE SO... (CHORUS)