Harps and Angels and Happiness
According to the LA Times, Randy is “happy on the inside” about the “Harps and Angels” previews.
Click here to read the article.
LA Times photo by Mel Melcon
Who is Harry Nilsson (And Why Is Randy Talking About Him)?
Randy is featured throughout this wildly entertaining, incredibly emotional, star-studded documentary that tells the story of one of the most talented and versatile singer-songwriters in pop music history — a man The Beatles dubbed their favorite American musician — whose career was as complex, exhilarating, maddening and inspiring as the man himself.
“Randy Newman is surprisingly optimistic”
The Hollywood Reporter is running a nice, long interview with Randy titled “Randy Newman is surprisingly optimistic.”
To see the interview, click here.
“When I’m Gone” Wins an Emmy!
Randy picked up an award at the August 21st Creative Emmys ceremony! “When I’m Gone,” written for the “Monk” finale, prevailed in the Original Music and Lyrics category.
Variety has posted a list of Emmy winners.
Toy Story 3
Walt Disney Records, June 15, 2010
We Belong Together – Randy Newman
Lyrics
Don’t you turn your back on me
Don’t you walk away
Don’t you tell me that I don’t care
’Cause I do!
Don’t you walk away
Don’t you tell me that I don’t care
’Cause I do!
Don’t you tell me I’m not the one
Don’t you tell me I ain’t no fun
Just tell me you love me like I love you
You know you do
When we’re together
Gray skies clear up
And I cheer up
To where I’m less depressed
And sincerely
From the bottom of my heart
I just can’t take it
When we’re apart
We belong together
We belong together
Yes we do
You’ll be mine forever
We belong together
We belong together
(You) know it’s true
(It’s) gonna stay this way forever
Me and you
If I could really talk to you
If I could find a way
I’m not shy
There’s a whole lot I wanna to say
(Of course there is)
Talk about friendship and loyalty
Talk about how much you mean to me
And I’d promise to always be by your side
Whenever you need me
The day I met you
Was the luckiest day of my life
And I’ll bet you feel the same
(Least I hope you do)
So don’t forget me
If the future should take you away
(’Cause) you’ll always be
Part of me
We belong together
We belong together
Wait and see
(It’s) gonna be this way forever
We belong together
We belong together
Honestly
We’ll go on this way forever
You and me
You and me
You’ve Got a Friend in Me (para el Buzz Español)
- Gipsy Kings
Hay un amigo en mí
Hay un amigo en mí
Cuando salgas a volar
Hay un amigo en mí
Sí, un amigo en mí
Hay un amigo en mí …
- Gipsy Kings
Lyrics
Hay un amigo en mí
Hay un amigo en mí
Cuando salgas a volar
Hay un amigo en mí
Sí, un amigo en mí
Hay un amigo en mí …
Hay un amigo en mí
Hay un amigo en mí
Cuando salgas a volar
Hay un amigo en mí
Sí, un amigo en mí
Hay un amigo en mí …
Hay muchos que pueden ser
Un poco más listos
Mas nunca habrá quien pueda ser
Un amigo fiel
Y tú lo sabes
Los años pasarán
Lo nuestro no morirá
Lo vas a ver
Mejor tener
Un buen amigo en mí
Hay un amigo en mí
Un buen amigo en mí
Hay un amigo en mi
Cowboy!
Garbage
Sunnyside
Woody Bails
Come to Papa
Go See Lotso
Bad Buzz
You Got Lucky
Spanish Buzz
What About Daisy?
To the Dump
The Claw
Going Home
So Long
Zu-Zu (Ken’s Theme)
[Digital Booklet: Toy Story 3]
Randy Gets a Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame!
Randy’s star is firmly in place in front of Musso & Frank’s Grill at 6667 Hollywood Blve. John Lasseter (of Pixar) and Eric Idle (of Monty Python) honored Randy with brief speeches. Now you finally have a reason to wander through Los Angeles! For the rest of the story, click here! For the KABC News video, click here! To view a variety of video clips from the event, click here!
John Lasseter, Randy, and Eric Idle celebrate Randy's Hollywood Star!
Randy's Hollywood Star!
Randy’s Tour Journal — 18 May 2010
My Blog
We’re on a train going from Glasgow to London. The shows have gone well I think and I’ve learned an enormous amount about each country we visited. For instance, Spain, apparently, had a civil war just like our own. This is not a joke. In their civil war other countries joined in on opposite sides. The British Poets and Authors, as in World War I, fought on the side of Good. Funny story: Anton Webern, the composer, was killed on the last day of World War II! (NbC: Huh?)
I hate to say this but the people in Spain, the Spaniards, didn’t seem particularly happy. Or maybe, they just weren’t happy to see me! People in Finland, Norway and Denmark seemed happy and quite content. I hope I’m not generalizing too much. I don’t think so.
Cathy lost her key today and while she was looking for it in her suite (NbC: Hah!), she found a golf club, a golf ball, a putting machine, and a cap.
Last night, after the show in Glasgow, Bo, who up ‘til now has confined his drinking to late morning, decided since he was in Scotland he wanted to taste the best single malt available. So he did and we watched him do it. It was great. We talked to the whisky guy about noses, tops, bottoms, hoofs, mouths, and finance. There really was something special and complicated about the single malt whisky he drank.
The buildings in Barcelona don’t have any conventional corners. The entrance faces the corner so theoretically you wouldn’t know how to decide what street the building is on. It could go either way.
(NbC: zzzzz) …… and we saw some churches too.
The last couple of nights have been different because we were playing to an English speaking audience. I don’t get any of those courtesy laughs anymore. They understand for sure what I’m saying. Can’t fool them, no sir. I’m not happy with the quality of the journal this time. I don’t know whether it’s me or someone else. Every time I get what I think might be a good idea, good in the literary sense, Someone pops up with a question about grammar or fashion and sometimes, yes, even about getting paid for participating in this enterprise. Little does she know. She’s in for a real surprise because I’m learning to type myself. I just typed this part. (NbC: That’s a lie.) Look for my blog.
Do you remember at the start of the tour when Cathy ate bear? Well, last night, she drank a blond beer called Bitter and Twisted.
All my love,
Randy
PS: If you don’t hear from Bo or me again, please tell the authorities about a person of interest.
PPS: I don’t think I’ll play Yellow Man any more.
Randy’s Tour Journal — 14 May 2010
We Also Saw Leo Sayer
I once had a friend who had leg troubles. One leg, I think, was shorter than the other. I too have that problem but it hasn’t stopped me from making something of myself. Anyway, this friend of mine sent out a Christmas card with a picture of an orthopedic shoe but without his name. Unfortunately, no one knew who the card came from. Cathy, in the previous journal entry, made the same mistake only worse. She thought everyone would know that “NbC” meant “Note by Cathy.”
Just played the Concertgebouw in Amsterdam. (NbC: Currently, the Euro is at $1.26.) I played here almost 40 years ago. There, now you can figure out how old I really am. There are about 25 red steps that lead to the stage from the balcony. I went down the steps to the stage and I made it. Does everyone look at their feet when they go down the stairs? I’m not going to joke around any more. For some songs the audience applauded during the intro as if they were hits. Birmingham, for instance, and Lonely at the Top. I think I had two albums that sold inordinately well here. I saw Suzanne and Jeroen back stage after the show. Jeroen is still a basso profundo. Suzanne is not a basso profundo but is nice as ever. (NbC: He said he wasn’t going to be funny anymore.)
I played Eindhoven yesterday. It was once, and still is to some extent, a factory town for Philips Electronics. I think it was the best show so far. When I played here before I found it difficult to make the audience laugh much. Maybe their English wasn’t quite as good as in Gronigen say. (NbC: It’s time for sound check ….)
Speaking of the journal, Cathy just reminded me about the hotel in Brussels. It was odd. We arrived in the afternoon – my wife Gretchen, Cathy, Bo, and I – and a guy checked us in. We went upstairs and the same guy brought the bags up. A few hours later I had to send some laundry out and the same guy came up to get the laundry. Went down to dinner and there he was again as maitre d’ and waiter. After we ordered he said, “I’ll go prepare your meal” – this is in a big hotel you understand – either there was a strike or a major holiday, it’s hard to figure. I went to get a massage the next day and I went to the spa desk and he wasn’t there but he soon arrived and gave me the best and most meaningful massage I’ve ever had. Jack was his name as in jack-of-all-trades perhaps. Gretchen has gone home but I’m glad to say that Jack is still with us. We smuggled him out of Brussels into Holland and dropped him at a hotel here in Turnhout.
Today is a day off. I took a walk up the river. I never noticed how beautiful this city is. The canals, the bridges, the boats. It reminds me of Los Angeles. The other night after the show in the Concertgebouw the guy who manages the theatre was standing with Cathy and Bo watching the people exit. After a while, he said to Cathy, “So many men! Usually it’s closer to 50/50.” I found that a little disheartening. One time, Lenny and Russ, my producers, made a mock promo with Harry Shearer, later with the Simpsons, it opened this way: “Newman! Music men like.” Maybe they were right. I should’ve written more love songs. The love songs I do write, for instance, Emotional Girl, Bad News From Home, Same Girl are as much about the narrator’s character as about the Beloved or the “relationship”. I think I don’t see myself as a Romantic Hero though I am one.
The answer to last week’s question is Leonard Cohen and/or Miss Joni Mitchell. Here’s another: (remember 5 Euros to the Foundation in Tulsa) Should I ever again play Yellow Man in Belgium?
The answer is no. Explain.
More about Gretchen’s European Vacation later.
Love
Randy
Randy’s Tour Journal — 30 April 2010
Bunny Rabbit!
We — Cathy, Bo Jacob, and I — are on the road. It’s nice to be out here making music with my friends. Bo hasn’t toured with us for 25 years. He lives in Virginia. He’s about 5’9”. He looks good to me now. He took a government job and for some years was in the CIA. He’s got some great stories.
Here’s what I had for breakfast: (NbC - I’ll edit this.)
….at least, that’s what I told the Finns.
Anyway, we’ve had a show in Helsinki, one in Oslo and tonight we play Bergen. I’d never been in Helsinki before. They had a big bookstore right near the hotel. In Los Angeles, you hardly see a bookstore any more. You also don’t see this many young people with white hair. It’s not true that they look like Eskimos. Though strangely enough, I seem to be a big favorite among the Eskimo population in these countries. I’m playing Santa’s workshop in the fall opening for Joni Mitchell, one of my all time favorite singer-songwriter philosophers. Naturally, given the nature of what I do on stage I have to worry about English proficiency. In Scandinavia everyone speaks English. For the Finns, it’s a necessity, I guess. The only language Finnish is related to is Hungarian. (NbC – I’ve heard him say that 20 times.) We went to a restaurant in Helsinki. Inadvertently, Cathy ate some bear. You are what you eat. Inadvertently, I ate some reindeer. It sickened me to think of what I’d done. Bo ordered Bunny Rabbit and ate every last bit of it. (NbC – Now he’s hopping around like he dropped a big crmjed on his phlaktost! sp?)
I used to perform in Scandinavia years ago. The promoter was a guy who was connected to Abba in a fortunate way. He never made any money on my shows. He didn’t need to. Finally, after a slow night in Stockholm, even he said, “Vramt! (Enough!)” And we haven’t played there since.
There are no clocks in any of the hotel rooms that we’ve stayed in. Maybe they’re right. Speaking of the hotel room, a funny thing happened. I turned on the television in Bergen some while after we’d checked in. (NbC – like about 20 seconds) I couldn’t change channels with the remote. It said to fill in the room number. At first I thought it was for some paid service but after awhile I put the room number in. Let’s say room number 1. When I entered it, I saw that it was indeed a paid service. Do you think I should call down to reception and cancel the service, which I’m getting for free? Send your answers to the Newman Foundation in Tulsa OK along with 10 Euros.
Bye for now,
Randy
Harps and Angels
Nonesuch (122812), August 2008
Produced by Mitchell Froom and Lenny Waronker.
Written by Randy Newman.
Harps and Angels
Hasn’t anybody seen me lately
I’ll tell you why
Hasn’t anybody seen me lately
I’ll tell you why
I caught something made me so sick
That I thought that I would die
And I almost did too
First my knees begin to tremble
My heart begin to pound
First my knees begin to tremble
My heart begin to pound
It was arrhythmic and out of tune
I lost my equilibrium
And fell face down upon the ground
As I lay there on that cold pavement
A tear ran down my face
‘Cause I thought I was dying
You boys know I’m not a religious man
But I sent a prayer out just in case
You never know
Lo and behold almost immediately
I had reason to believe my prayer had been heard in a very special place
‘Cause I heard this sound
Ooooh
Yes
Ooooh
Yes, it was harps and angels
Harps and angels coming near
I was too sick to roll over and see them
But I could hear them singing ever so beautifully in my ear
Then the sound began to subside
And they sounded like background singers
And a voice come down from the heavens above
It was a voice full of anger from the Old Testament
And a voice full of love from the New One
And the street lit up like it was the middle of the day
And I lay there quiet and listened to what that voice had to say
He said, “You ain’t been a good man
You ain’t been a bad man
But you’ve been pretty bad
Lucky for you this ain’t your time
Someone very dear to me has made another clerical error
And we’re here on a bit of a wild goose chase
But I want to tell you a few things
That’ll hold you in good stead when it is your time
So you better listen close
I’m only going to say this once
When they lay you on the table
Better keep your business clean
‘Fore they lay you on the table
Better keep your business clean
Don’t want no back stabbing, ass grabbing
You know exactly what I mean
Alright girls – we’re outta here”
Ooooh
“Encore. Encore.”
Ooooh
(He spoke French)
“Tres bien
Encore”
And off they went into the night
Almost immediately I felt better
And I come round to see you boys
‘Cause you know we ain’t living right
And while it was fresh
I wanted to tell you what he told me
He said, “When they lay you on the table
Better keep your business clean
When they lay you on the table
Better keep your business clean
Else there won’t be no harps and angels coming for you
It’ll be trombones, kettle drums, pitchforks and tambourines”
Sing it like they did for me one time
Ooooh – yes
Ooooh – beautiful
Wish I spoke French
So actually the main thing about this story is for me
There really is an afterlife
And I hope to see all of you there
Let’s go get a drink
Lyrics
Hasn’t anybody seen me lately
I’ll tell you why
Hasn’t anybody seen me lately
I’ll tell you why
I caught something made me so sick
That I thought that I would die
And I almost did too
First my knees begin to tremble
My heart begin to pound
First my knees begin to tremble
My heart begin to pound
It was arrhythmic and out of tune
I lost my equilibrium
And fell face down upon the ground
As I lay there on that cold pavement
A tear ran down my face
‘Cause I thought I was dying
You boys know I’m not a religious man
But I sent a prayer out just in case
You never know
Lo and behold almost immediately
I had reason to believe my prayer had been heard in a very special place
‘Cause I heard this sound
Ooooh
Yes
Ooooh
Yes, it was harps and angels
Harps and angels coming near
I was too sick to roll over and see them
But I could hear them singing ever so beautifully in my ear
Then the sound began to subside
And they sounded like background singers
And a voice come down from the heavens above
It was a voice full of anger from the Old Testament
And a voice full of love from the New One
And the street lit up like it was the middle of the day
And I lay there quiet and listened to what that voice had to say
He said, “You ain’t been a good man
You ain’t been a bad man
But you’ve been pretty bad
Lucky for you this ain’t your time
Someone very dear to me has made another clerical error
And we’re here on a bit of a wild goose chase
But I want to tell you a few things
That’ll hold you in good stead when it is your time
So you better listen close
I’m only going to say this once
When they lay you on the table
Better keep your business clean
‘Fore they lay you on the table
Better keep your business clean
Don’t want no back stabbing, ass grabbing
You know exactly what I mean
Alright girls – we’re outta here”
Ooooh
“Encore. Encore.”
Ooooh
(He spoke French)
“Tres bien
Encore”
And off they went into the night
Almost immediately I felt better
And I come round to see you boys
‘Cause you know we ain’t living right
And while it was fresh
I wanted to tell you what he told me
He said, “When they lay you on the table
Better keep your business clean
When they lay you on the table
Better keep your business clean
Else there won’t be no harps and angels coming for you
It’ll be trombones, kettle drums, pitchforks and tambourines”
Sing it like they did for me one time
Ooooh – yes
Ooooh – beautiful
Wish I spoke French
So actually the main thing about this story is for me
There really is an afterlife
And I hope to see all of you there
Let’s go get a drink
Losing You
Was a fool with my money
And I lost every dime
And the sun stopped shining
And it rained all the time
It did set me back some
But I made it through
But I’ll never get over losing you
Lyrics
Was a fool with my money
And I lost every dime
And the sun stopped shining
And it rained all the time
It did set me back some
But I made it through
But I’ll never get over losing you
Do you know how much you mean to me?
Should’ve told you ‘cause it’s true
I’d get over losing anything
But I’ll never get over losing you
When you’re young
And there’s time
To forget the past
You don’t think that you will
But you do
But I know that I don’t have time enough
And I’ll never get over losing you
I’ve been cold
I’ve been hungry
But not for awhile
I guess most of my dreams have come true
With it all here around me
No peace do I find
‘Cause I’ll never get over losing you
No, I’ll never get over losing you
Laugh and Be Happy
I know what’s going on here
Ain’t no mystery
Y’all have lost faith in yourselves
It’s as clear as it can be
Lyrics
I know what’s going on here
Ain’t no mystery
Y’all have lost faith in yourselves
It’s as clear as it can be
You can whine all you want to
Drown in your misery
Or you can listen to me
Listen to me
Laugh and be happy
Don’t you ever wear a frown
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Laugh and be happy
It’s a simple thing to do
Believe in your dreams
And your dreams will come true for you
There’ll be a red sun shining in a sky so blue
Blackbirds singing in the trees
There’s a real silver lining
Up there for me and you
Listen to me
Listen to me
Now the country that we’re living in
{Happy Immigrants: You mean the good ol’ USA?}
That’s right!
It’s never been about keeping you out
It’s about inviting you in and letting you play
Laugh and be happy
Don’t you ever wear a frown
Get right back on your feet
Whenever they knock you down
You’ve got to laugh and be happy
Smile right in their face
‘Cause pretty soon
You’re gonna take their place
They’ll come whack whack whackin’ like old man trouble
Whacking on your front door
They try to send you packin’ on the double
But you ain’t going away no more
Laugh and be happy
Don’t you ever wear a frown
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Laugh and be happy
Now listen to what I say
Everything’s going to go your way
You’ll be on top of the world
A Few Words in Defense of Our Country
I’d like to say a few words
In defense of our country
Whose people aren’t bad
Nor are they mean
Now the leaders we have
While they’re the worst that we’ve had
Are hardly the worst
This poor world has seen
Lyrics
I’d like to say a few words
In defense of our country
Whose people aren’t bad
Nor are they mean
Now the leaders we have
While they’re the worst that we’ve had
Are hardly the worst
This poor world has seen
Take the Caesars for example
Within the first few of them
They were sleeping with their sister,
Stashing little boys in swimming pools
And burning down the city
And one of ‘em, one of ‘em
Appointed his own horse to be Consul of the Empire
That’s like vice president or something
Wait a minute, that’s not a very good example is it?
But wait, here’s one,
The Spanish Inquisition
It put people in a terrible position
I don’t even like to think about it
Well sometimes I like to think about it
Just a few words in defense of our country
Whose time at the top
Could be coming to an end
We don’t want your love
And respect at this point is pretty much out of the question
But times like these
We sure could use a friend
Hitler
Stalin
Men who need no introduction
King Leopold of Belgium, that’s right
Everyone thinks he’s so great
Well he owned The Congo and he tore it up too
He took the diamonds
He took the silver
He took the gold
You know what he left them with?
Malaria
A President once said,
“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself”
Now, we’re supposed to be afraid
It’s patriotic in fact and color-coded
And what are we supposed to be afraid of?
Why of being afraid
That’s what terror means, doesn’t it?
That’s what it used to mean
You know it kind of pisses me off
That this Supreme Court is going to outlive me
A couple of young Italian fellas and a brother on the Court now, too
But I defy you, anywhere in the world,
To find me two Italians as tightassed as the two Italians we got
And as for the brother, well
Pluto’s not a planet anymore either
The end of an Empire is messy at best
And this Empire is ending
Like all the rest
Like the Spanish Armada adrift on the sea
We’re adrift in the land of the brave and the home of the free
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
A Piece of the Pie
Like us all you want the very best of life
A car, a house, a neighborhood that’s nice
With flowers and trees and lots of little kids around
Where public schools aren’t breeding grounds for vice
Lyrics
Like us all you want the very best of life
A car, a house, a neighborhood that’s nice
With flowers and trees and lots of little kids around
Where public schools aren’t breeding grounds for vice
You say you’re working harder than you ever have
You say you got two jobs and so’s your wife
Living in the richest country in the world
Wouldn’t you think you’d have a better life
If you lived in Norway
You’d be fine right now
Get sick there
You make the doctor wait
If you lived in Belgium
You could mediate
(Flemish/French debate)
Hey knock it off!
And the French fries are great
Hey!
Jesus Christ it stinks here high and low
The rich are getting richer
I should know
While we’re going up
You’re going down
And no one gives a shit but Jackson Browne
Jackson Browne
Jackson
Jackson
There’s a famous saying someone famous said
As General Motors goes so go we all
Johnny Cougar’s singing it’s their country now
He’ll be singing for Toyota by the fall
Patriots:
That’s not true
John’s a patriot
He’s not like you
He’s a……
Jesus Christ it stinks here low and high
Some get rich
And others just get by
Bono’s off in Africa – he’s never around
The country turns it’s lonely eyes to who?
Jackson Browne
Jackson Browne
Jackson Browne
A piece of the pie
That’s all we’re asking for
A piece of the pie
Easy Street
Satisfaction guaranteed
Getting everything you need?
Hand delivered, quite discreet
‘Cause you’re on Easy Street
Lyrics
Satisfaction guaranteed
Getting everything you need?
Hand delivered, quite discreet
‘Cause you’re on Easy Street
Any place you want to go
We’ll call ahead and let them know
Get you in through the backdoor
But you get a front row seat
‘Cause you’re on Easy Street
All your old friends
I know you love ‘em so
Gonna break your heart
But you’re gonna have to let them go
Your friends up here must be the elite
You’ll like everyone you meet
On Easy Street
Life is sweet
Accommodations can’t be beat
On Easy Street
Easy Street
Here’s your seat
Watch the world roll by at your feet
Don’t look down
That’s it
Doesn’t matter if you act a little strange
Do your worst
Don’t ever change
‘Cause no matter what you do
You think anyone up here is ever going to say no to you?
Nah
That’s it Miss B
Yes
Now you don’t know how you got here
And how the whole world knows your name
Forget about it
Relax enjoy yourself
Everywhere you go they’re glad you came
Baby you’re on Easy Street
Life is sweet
Let them worship at your feet
On Easy Street
Korean Parents
Kids today got problems
Like their parents never had
Neighborhoods are dangerous
The public schools are bad
At home there are distractions so irresistible
The hours fly by
No work gets done
Lyrics
Kids today got problems
Like their parents never had
Neighborhoods are dangerous
The public schools are bad
At home there are distractions so irresistible
The hours fly by
No work gets done
Some Jewish kids still trying
Some white kids trying too
But millions of real American kids don’t have a clue
Right here on the lot
We got the answer
A product guaranteed to satisfy
Korean parents for sale
You say you’re not all that you want to be
You say you got a bad environment
Your work at school’s not going well
Korean parents for sale
You say you need a little discipline
Someone to whip you into shape
They’ll be strict but they’ll be fair
Look at the numbers
That’s all I ask
Who’s at the head of every class?
You really think they’re smarter than you are
They just work their asses off
Their parents make the do it
{Saleslady:
Oh, learn to play the violin
Oh, to turn your homework in right on time}
What a load off your back that will be
No tears
No regret
Never forget who sent Fido to the farm
The greatest generation
Your parents aren’t the greatest generation
So sick of hearing about the greatest generation
That generation could be you
So let’s see what you can do
Korean parents and you
Only a Girl
She’s only a girl
And her voice is peculiar
And her eyes are strange
She’s prone to be willful
You try to cheer her up some
But she’s impervious to change
Lyrics
She’s only a girl
And her voice is peculiar
And her eyes are strange
She’s prone to be willful
You try to cheer her up some
But she’s impervious to change
She’s dresses in black all of the time
Wears an orthopedic shoe
It’s some sort of uglification thing she’s into
She’s a hundred and ten
Maybe five foot five
She don’t eat meat
But she’ll eat you alive
She’s only a girl
But she’s big time
She’s only a girl
And I’ll tell you about her
At least all that I know
She’s from South Carolina
And she came out here
A few years ago
She waits on tables
Works in a bank
Volunteers at the zoo
She sure ain’t lazy
But she’s very young
That’s why I called you
Now that you’ve seen her, what do you think?
Uh-huh
Yeah
Etc…
Love is blind
And deaf as well
But I love this girl
Can’t you tell?
She’s only a girl
And she loves me
Why would someone
Beautiful as she
Love someone old like me
Maybe it’s the money
Jeez, I never thought of that
God damn it
Potholes
I love women
Have all my life
I love my dear mother
And I love my wife – God bless her
I even love my teenage daughter
There’s no accounting for it
Apparently I don’t care how I’m treated
My love is unconditional or something
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I love women
Have all my life
I love my dear mother
And I love my wife – God bless her
I even love my teenage daughter
There’s no accounting for it
Apparently I don’t care how I’m treated
My love is unconditional or something
I’ve been hurt a time or two
I ain’t gonna lie
I have my doubts sometimes
About the ethics of the so called fairer sex
Fair about what?
But I find time goes by
And one forgives as one forgets
And one does forget
God bless the potholes
Down on memory lane
God bless the potholes
Down on memory lane
Everything that happens to me now
Is consigned to oblivion by my brain
I remember my father
My brother of course
I remember my mother
I spoke of her earlier and I remember that
I remember the smell of cut grass
And going off to play ball in the morning
Funny story about that
Now I used to pitch
I could get the ball over the plate
But anyway, this one time
I must of thrown a football around or something the day before
I walked about fourteen kids in a row
Cried
Walked off the mound
Handed the ball to the third baseman
And just left the field
Anyway, many years later
I brought the woman who was to become my second wife-God bless her
To meet my father for the first time
They exchanged pleasantries
I left the room for a moment
It was the first time he had met her you understand
When I came back
He was telling her the story
Right off the bat
About how I had walked fourteen kids
Cried and left the mound
Next time he met her he told her the same Goddamn story!
God bless the potholes
Down on memory lane
God bless the potholes
Down on memory lane
I hope some real big ones open up
And take some of the memories that do remain
Feels Like Home
There’s something in your eyes
Makes me want to lose myself
Makes me want to lose myself
In your arms
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There’s something in your eyes
Makes me want to lose myself
Makes me want to lose myself
In your arms
There’s something in your voice
Makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts
The rest of my life
If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how low I’ve felt for so long
If you knew how I wanted someone
To come along
And change my world the way you’ve done
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I’m all the way back where I come from
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I’m all the way back where I belong
A window breaks
Down a long dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But that’s alright ‘cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see
Through the dark there’s a light
If you knew
How much this moment
Means to me
And how long I’ve waited for your touch
If you knew
How happy you are making me
I never thought I’d love anyone so much
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I’m all the way back where I come from
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I’m all the way back where I belong
Feels like I’m all the way back where I belong