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Drop the Groove
03:13
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Walking up Sola with a gal, it's a first date going well.
Passing by a house sounding so good, mmm hmm, we could tell.
Inside was jumping, pumping,
In for some P-Funking.
Madam DJ, Madam DJ, just one thing, please do not
Drop the Groove
Stepping inside, Motown cruising Mustang Sally, so nice.
Courting with Sir Duke Stevie Wonder-land, a JB paradise.
This date is popping, hopping
Don't feel like stopping
Madam DJ Madam DJ, it's Cupid time, please do not
Drop the Groove
Thirty minutes later, the dj changes, it’s someone new.
Puts on the folky vinyl, cutting edge, 19-62?
There was whining, pining,
Shenandoah-What?!?
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, just one thing and you chose to
Drop the Groove?
Red lights flashing, the dance party police, their sirens we heard.
A needle goes scratch, a dj in cuffs, hell ya, how we cheered!
Got back to grooving, moving.
Got the Stax a playing.
Madam DJ, Mister DJ, It’s the law, you do not
Drop the Groove.
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Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you,
Away you rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you,
Away, I'm bound away, 'cross the wide Missouri.
Oh Shenandoah, I'm bound to leave you,
Away you rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you.
Away, I'm bound away, 'cross the wide Missouri.
Oh, Shenandoah, it's far I wander.
Away, you rolling river!
Shenandoah, sadness I ponder.
Away, I'm bound away, 'cross the wide Missouri.
Solo on two verses
Oh Shenandoah, I was bound to leave you,
Away you rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah, I daily grieve you.
Away, I'm bound away, 'cross the wide Missouri.
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What do you do with a drunken sailor. Early in the morning.
Put him in a long boat until he’s sober. Early in the morning.
Ooh whee and up she rises. Early in the morning.
What do we do with a drunken sailor. Early in the morning.
Lock him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him. Early in the morning.
Ooh whee and up she rises. Early in the morning.
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There is a tavern in the town.
There my true love sets her down
And drinks her wine as merry as can be
And never ever thinks of me.
She left me for a stranger dark
Every night we used to spark
And now my love, who once was true to me,
Puts a dark stranger on her knee.
Oh fare thee well, for I must leave thee.
Do not let the parting grieve thee,
For the best of friends must part.
Just hang my harp from a weeping willow tree
And may the world go well with thee.
And now I see her never more.
She won't never answers at her door.
Oh, woe is me, she pinned a little note
And these were all the words she wrote.
Oh dig my grave both wide and deep
Put tombstones at my head and feet
And on my heart, you may carve a turtle dove
To signify that I died of love.
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Who Wants to Know
02:52
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Scattered leaves blow past a torn letter.
If the rain fell now, maybe I’d feel better.
Repetition is what I get from her phone.
Better off the line, better off alone.
But do I still love her? That’s a good question.
Won’t you tell me,
Who wants to know?
Favors from a distance she once asked of me.
While I’m still trapped, distance keeps her free.
Her local boredom I so understood.
I’m the one local hero who once did her good.
But do I still love her? That’s a good question.
Won’t you tell me,
Who wants to know?
I could stop the river with an angry gaze.
I could live in a vacuum for days and days.
I can lift myself a thousand miles high.
I could make a million in the wink of an eye.
But can I live without her love? That’s a good question.
Won’t you tell me,
Who wants to?
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Mountains of Mourne
03:15
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Oh Mary, this London’s a wonderful sight,
With people digging both day and night.
They don’t plant potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat,
But there’s gangs of them digging for gold in the street.
At least, when I asked them, that’s what I was told.
So I just took a hand at digging for gold.
But for all that I found there, I might as well be
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.
I believe that in writing a question you asked,
As to how the fine ladies of London are dressed.
Well, if you believe, when asked to a ball,
They don’t wear no tops to dresses, not at all.
Oh, I’ve seen it myself and you could not in truth
Tell if they were bound for a ball or a bath.
Don’t be starting those fashions, Mary Macree,
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.
Oh, there’s beautiful women here, but never you mind.
Beautiful shapes nature never designed.
Lovely complexions of roses and cream,
But let me remark with regard to the same.
For if at those roses, you venture to sip,
Take heed that the colors don’t run on your lips.
So, I’ll wait for the wild rose waiting for me
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.
You remember young Danny McLaren, of course,
He’s over here with the rest of the force.
I saw him this morning, he stood oh the strand
And stopped all the traffic with a wave of his hand.
And as we stood talking of days that are gone,
The whole town of London stood and watched on.
But for all his great powers, he’s wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.
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The Camptown Races
03:36
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Camptown ladies sing this song, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Camptown race-track five miles long, Oh, doo-dah day!
I come down there with my hat caved in, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I go back home with a pocket full of tin, Oh, doo-dah day!
Going to run all night!
Going to run all day!
I'll bet my money on the bob-tail nag,
Somebody bet on the bay.
A long tail filly and the big black hoss, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Fly down the track and they both cut across, Oh, doo-dah-day!
Old mule cow come on to the track, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
The bob-tail fling her over his back, Oh, doo-dah-day!
Then zoom along like a rail-road car, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Running the race like a shooting star, Oh, doo-dah-day!
See them flying on a ten mile heat, Doo-dah doo-dah!
Round the race track, then repeat, Oh, doo-dah-day!
I win my money on the bob-tail nag, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I keep my money in an old tote-bag, Oh, doo-dah-day!
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Cod Liver Oil
03:05
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I’m a young married man and tired of life.
For ten years I’ve been wed to a pale, sickly wife.
She’s nothing to do, only sit down and cry
Praying, oh praying to God she would die.
A friend of me own came to see me one day.
I told him of my wife, she was pining away.
He afterwards told me that she would get strong,
If I get a bottle from dear Doctor John.
I bought her a bottle, just for a try.
The way that she gulped it, I thought she would die.
I bought her another, it vanished the same.
And then she took cod liver oil on the brain.
Oh, I went out a-hunting with Billy McCoy.
We both took a “lunch” in case we got dry.
When we opened the bottle, we both did recoil.
For instead of home brew, it was cod liver oil.
Oh Doctor, oh Doctor, oh dear Doctor John
Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong.
I’m afraid of me life, I’ll go down to the soil,
If my wife don’t stop drinking your cod liver oil.
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Daylight by Degrees
04:04
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She wore a blue dress and an old floppy hat.
I’d seen her before, but never like that.
With her right hand out, she shook my doubt.
Took me outside, took me in like that.
Another fine line, another fine mess.
Take it outside and hang the rest.
When it comes morning, the sun on the trees,
I’ll know its tomorrow and daylight by degrees.
Autumn worked hard to get hot once more.
And the mist revealed another Venus on the shore.
She was first to feel and the first to see
That thin slice of day knifing through the door.
Chorus
Another fine day, and I’ll know about the past.
But those who know it all,
Know the feeling won’t last.
She said she would stay only if she could go.
So she gave me a kiss and closed down the show.
I think of her daily, I can’t see her clearly,
And time steals off what little I know.
Chorus
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The Chivalrous Shark
02:49
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The most chivalrous fish in the ocean,
To the ladies forbearing and mild.
Though his record be dark, it’s the man-eating shark
Who will eat neither woman nor child.
He dines upon skippers and sailors,
And tourists his hunger assuage.
And a fresh cabin joy
Will inspire him with joy,
If he’s past the maturity age.
A doctor, a lawyer, a preacher
He’ll gobble one any fine day.
But the ladies, God bless ‘em,
He’ll only address ‘em
Politely and then go on his way.
I can readily cite you an instance
Of a lovely young lady from Bream
Who was tender and sweet
And delicious to eat
Fell into the bay with a scream.
She struggled and flounced in the water
And signaled in vain for her bark.
She’d probably have drowned
If she hadn’t been found
By a chivalrous man-eating shark.
He bowed in a manner most polished,
Thus soothing her impulses wild.
Don’t be frightened, he said,
I’ve been properly bred
And will eat neither woman nor child.
Then he offered his fin and she took it,
Such gallantry none may dispute.
The passengers cheered
As the vessel they neared.
A broadside was fired in salute.
As they stood alongside the vessel
A life-saving dinghy was lowered.
With the pick of the crew
And her relatives, too.
The mate and the skipper on board.
So they took her aboard in a jiffy.
The shark stood attentive all the while.
Then he raised on his flipper.
And ate up the skipper.
And went on his way with a smile.
So this shows that the prince of the ocean,
To the ladies forbearing and mild.
Though his record be dark,
It’s the man-eating shark
Who will eat neither woman nor child.
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11. |
Railroader
05:54
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I'll never marry a farmer,
He's always in some dirt.
I'm going to marry a railroad man,
Who wears a calico shirt.
Railroader, Railroader,
A railroader's life for me.
If ever I do marry in my life,
A railroader's wife I'll be.
I'll never marry a printer,
He's always in the ink.
But I'm going to marry a railroad man,
Whose fortunes never'll sink.
Railroader, Railroader,
A railroader's life for me.
If ever I do marry in my life,
A railroader's wife I'll be.
I'll never marry a gambler
He always in some debt.
I'm going to marry a railroad man.
His pension's the perfect bet.
I'll never marry a preacher
He'll talk you blue ev’ry Sunday.
I’m gonna marry a railroad man
Always quiet cause he’s always away.
Railroader, Railroader,
A railroader's life for me.
If ever I do marry in my life,
A railroader's wife I'll be.
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The gun was in the hand, the sun was in the sky.
The sound cracked through the air, one more won’t ask why.
The small church now rings a swarning
And more troops arrive in the morning.
I………………………… can hear,
I can hear the bells ringing,
I can hear the bells ring,
I can hear the bells
The men are in control, the bugs are on the line.
The drones are mid-flight, torture’s been redefined.
Shielded men kill in broad dayllght
And the anger simmers into the night.
I………………………… can hear,
I can hear the bells ringing,
I can hear the bells ring,
I can hear the bells
I………………………… can hear,
I can hear the bells ringing,
I can hear the bells ring,
I can hear the bells
Ring for peace.
Ring for hope.
Nightmare and dream,
And the bells ring on and on and on and on and
On………
I can hear the bells ringing, etc.
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Pomegranate County Irregulars Los Angeles, California
Los Angeles based recording band, featuring the music of Daniel Orias. Dan has been a member of Santa Barbara '80s bands The Stingrays, In the Dark, and Celebrity City. He was a member of 90s Los Angeles bands The Totems, Driftwood Souls, and The Dark. The music has echoes of folk, country, blues, and rock. ... more
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