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Hippie Whip
05:06
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HIPPIE WHIP
John Soeder
© 2010
On banana seat bikes
Our heroes ride
Circa 1979
Faster and faster
Farther and farther
They go
Where the sidewalk ends
They don’t know
Madam Olga
Will get to know ya
For a modest fee
Hey fortune teller
Can you tell me
Will I ever be
This happy again
We had stars in our eyes
And our eyes on the prize
My friends
When the summers were long
And the fun was never-ending
And I will be your Hippie Whip
If you be my Cherry Dip
I will be your Hippie Whip
Write your name and number
On a piece of paper
Tie it to a balloon and let it fly
Over the wires
Higher and higher
It goes
And where it lands
Only Madam Olga knows
She knows
We had stars in our eyes
And our eyes on the prize
My friends
When the summers were long
And the good times were never-ending
And I will be your Hippie Whip
If you be my Cherry Dip
I will be your Hippie Whip
Now I walk the streets of this ghost town
My childhood haunts
Nowhere to be found
Madam Olga
Where have you gone
I bet you saw it coming all along
Can you hear my song
We had stars in our eyes
And our eyes on the prize
My friends
When the summers were long
And the fun was never-ending
And I will be your Hippie Whip
If you be my Cherry Dip
I will be your Hippie Whip
We had stars in our eyes
And our eyes on the prize
My friends
When the summers were long
And the good times were never-ending
And I will be your Hippie Whip
If you be my Cherry Dip
I will be your Hippie Whip
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A Mayfly's Lullaby
03:55
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A MAYFLY’S LULLABY
John Soeder
© 2009
Sun peeked through
The clouds today
Light caught my eye
In a certain way
Made me think of you
I still think of you
It only takes a spark
To start a fire
And your whole world
Can change in the blink of an eye
And the right word
At the right time
Can mean everything
To someone
Great things come from little things
Great things come from little things
Even this here song
Isn’t very long
But it’s long enough
To say I love you
Hush my child
Now don’t you cry
Daddy’s here
And this one’s for you
A mayfly’s lullaby
Fly away
In the blink of an eye
To a mayfly’s lullaby
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EMPATHY FOR THE BOLL WEEVIL
John Soeder
© 2009
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I’m running outta time
And I’m running outta breath
Jokers on the left of me
Fools on the right
And I forget the words to “I Saw the Light”
For goodness sake
Say your prayers and suck it up, cupcake
Introductions are in order
Boll Weevil said
You’re new here, ain’t you
Don’t be misled
Every man
Will meet his fate
At the appointed hour on the designated date
See
I’ll give it to you straight if you listen to me
Andale
Andale
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
(repeat)
There’s a light
That shines
Even on the darkest night
(repeat)
I take my coffee black
Like my soul, you see
I don’t drink horchata and I don’t drink tea
I prefer iced mocha
Or better yet chai
But don’t get it twisted
I’m a simple guy
Capiche
I can’t abide the airs of the nouveaux riche
Don’t tell your mama
Don’t tell your pa
Keep it on the down low and you’ll go far
See it in their faces
A need-to-know basis
Don’t spill the beans and it’s off to the races
Of course
All bets are off if you back the wrong horse
Andale
Andale
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
(repeat)
There’s a light
That shines
Even on the darkest night
(repeat)
Back to the valley of the shadow of death
No exit on my GPS
Boll Weevil laughed
He said, You’re wasting your time
Your time is up and your soul is mine
Oh no
When you gotta go I guess you gotta go
But then the darkness lifted
Boll Weevil cursed
He said, Beat it goody two-shoes
I got him first
Then lightning stuck
Boll Weevil down
Not a trace of him was ever found
Yippee
I saw the light
Or did the light see me
Andale
Andale
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
(repeat)
There’s a light
That shines
Even on the darkest night
(repeat)
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Ella Mae Oh
03:44
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ELLA MAE – OH!
John Soeder
© 2010
Ella Mae
You slay me
And may I say
You drive me crazy
A little moonlight
A little wine
I wanna be
Your funny valentine
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but I forgot the punch line
Cow Cow Boogie
Can’t you see
Laugh it up
The joke’s on me
One for the funny money
Two for the show
Three to get silly
Now go cat go
ROTFLMAO
ROTFLMAO
One for the funny money
Two for the show
Three to get silly
Now go cat go
ROTF
Ella Mae – oh
ROTF
Ella Mae – oh oh oh
Don’t stop
Yanking my chain
Don’t stop
Baby don’t stop
You crack me up
Please do it again
A little song
A little dance
A little seltzer in the pants
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-do you believe in romance
You made me laugh so hard I cried
I laughed so hard I nearly died
One for the funny money
Two for the show
Three to get silly
Now go cat go
ROTFLMAO
ROTFLMAO
One for the funny money
Two for the show
Three to get silly
Now go cat go
ROTF
Ella Mae – oh
ROTF
Ella Mae – oh oh oh
Don’t stop
Yanking my chain
Don’t stop
Baby don’t stop
You crack me up
Please do it again
A little moonlight
A little more wine
I wanna be
Your funny valentine
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but I forgot the punch line
One more time
On the count of tree
Laugh it up
The joke’s on me
One for the funny money
Two for the show
Three to get silly
Now go cat go
ROTFLMAO
ROTFLMAO
One for the funny money
Two for the show
Three to get silly
Now go cat go
ROTF
Ella Mae – oh
ROTF
Ella Mae – oh oh ohhh yeah
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Book of Days
02:24
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BOOK OF DAYS
John Soeder
© 2009
I was born lucky I guess
Mom and Dad
Filled our home
With true happiness
And I remember
Endless summers at the pool
Playing in the woods after school
Too cool
Legos strewn across the floor
Star Wars rocked me to the core
Who could ask for more
My nights were lost
In a skyward gaze
I wrote it all down
In my book of days
I remember the first time
I saw my baby smile
And how pretty she was in white
Walking down that aisle
The children came along
And taught us a new song
They never cease to amaze
I keep it all
In my book of days
All the laughter
All the tears
All the dreams
And all the fears
It’s all in here
These faded photos do not lie
We’ve been through a lot together
You and I
Now the book is filling up
And I’m running out of space
I’ve still got so much I want to say
Don’t know how this ends
But I hope we’ll still be friends
On the last page
In my book of days
Don’t know how this ends
But I hope we’ll still be friends
On the last page
In my book of days
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MR. CHILDRESS SENDS HIS REGRETS
John Soeder
© 2009
Mr. Childress bites his lip
Reaches for a paper clip
Crunch the numbers
Keep it real
Meet the quota
Seal the deal
Mr. Childress works too hard
But the party must go on
So let’s sing our favorite song
The one from the 20th century
Break out the cassettes
You ain’t heard nothing yet
Mr. Childress sends his regrets
On the desk he fails to see
The photo of his family
Outside the window
Going to a go-go
Kids from Mars in hovercars live it up like rock stars
Mr. Childress gulps
Another cup of coffee
But the party must go on
So turn up our favorite song
Like we did in the 20th century
Step right up and place your bets
You ain’t seen nothing yet
Mr. Childress sends his regrets
Now the hour is getting late
Mr. C accepts his fate
Under pressure
Overtime
Live to see another deadline
Mr. Childress works too hard
But the party must go on
So let’s sing our favorite song
The one from the 20th century
Break out the cassettes
You ain’t heard nothing yet
Mr. Childress sends his regrets
The party never stops
’Til someone calls the cops
Like they did in the 20th century
Don’t let’s start or maybe let’s
You ain’t seen nothing
You ain’t seen nothing yet
Mr. Childress sends his regrets
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Home on the Strange
03:50
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WE OWE IT TO THE DEAD TO LIVE
John Soeder
© 2009
We owe it to the dead to live
To give it all we’ve got
With all we’ve got to give
So keep on keeping on
You have to be strong
We owe it to the dead to live
We owe it to ourselves to try
Before another day slips by
Don’t hide your love inside
Open your heart wide
We owe it to ourselves to try
No one is promised
Tomorrow
Now is all we have
Don’t waste it
On heartbreak and sorrow
We owe it to the dead to live
To give this all we’ve got
With all we’ve got to give
So put your blues away
And get on with your life today
We owe it to the dead to live
We owe it to the dead to live
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