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MAD

I don't know what to say to you
I wish you had something to add
I feel that we could sit and talk
but we don't and it makes me mad

You go on, just get out of here
I think I'd feel a whole lot better
If you'd let me be
I'll stay here thinking of your plans
I hate the way you make me love jealousy

 

 

 

 


MALLO CUP (E. Dando)

Here I am outside your house at 3am
Trying to think you out of bed
I whistle at your sill
It echoes across the street instead

I never will forget
I ain't remembered yet
Like mackerel in a net
I forget to forget

And you saw nothing in my eyes but yourself
Nothing in my eyes
I can't seem to find the same in no one else
I guess it's no surprise

I never can forget
I ain't remembered yet
Like mackerel in a net
I forget to forget

I forget to forget
I forget to forget
I ain't remembered yet

 

 

MISS OTIS REGRETS (C.Porter)

Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, madam
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today
She is sorry to be delayed
But last evening down in Lover's Lane she strayed, madam
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today

When she woke up and found that her dream of love was gone, madam
She ran to the man who had led her so far astray
And from under her velvet gown
She drew a gun and shot her lover down, madam
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today

When the mob came and got her, and dragger her from the jail, madam
They strung her up on the old willow across the way
And the moment before she died, she lifted up her lovely head and sighed, madam
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today

MOD LANG (A.Chilton/C.Bell)

I can't be satisfied
What you want me to do
And so I moan
Got to leave my home

You're my girl oooh yeh
Got to save my soul
I want a witness
I want to testify

How long can this go on?
How long can this go on?

All night long I was out
I was your barking dog
Howl, howl

I can't be satisfied
What you want me to do
And so I moan
Got to leave my home

How long can this go on?
How long can this go on?

 

 


MRS. ROBINSON (P. Simon/A. Garfunkel)

Here’s to you Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa whoa whoa
God bless you please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those you pray
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey

We’d like to know a little bit about your for our files
We’d like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

Here’s to you Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa whoa whoa
God bless you please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those you pray
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in the pantry with your cupcakes
It’s a little secret, just the Robinsons affair
Most of all you’ve got to hide it from the kids

Coo coo ka-choo Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa whoa whoa
God bless you please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those you pray
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to a candidate’s debate
Laugh about it, smile about, when you’ve got to choose
Everyway you look at it you’ll lose

Where have you gone Joe Dimaggio?
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Woo woo woo
What’s that you say Mrs. Robinson
Joesy-Joe has left and gone away
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey



MY DRUG BUDDY (E. Dando)

She’s coming over
We’ll go out walking
Make a call on the way
She’s in the phone booth
I’m looking in
There comes a smile on her face

There’s still some of the stuff we got yesterday
There’s still some of the stuff we got yesterday, hey

I’m too much with myself
I wanna be someone else
I’m too much with myself
I wanna be someone else
I’m too much with myself
I wanna be someone else

So we take off, out Fiona’s door
Walk until it’s light outside
Like before, when she was on the phone
We have to laugh to look at each other
We have to laugh, ‘cause we’re not alone

And as the cars fly up Kings Street
It’s enough to startle us
It’s enough to startle us

I love my drug buddy
My drug, my drug buddy
I love my drug buddy
My drug, my drug buddy

 


MY HERO, ZERO (B. Dorough)

Zero?

Yeah, Zero is a wonderful thing.
In fact, Zero is my hero!

How can Zero be a hero?

Well, there are all kinds of heroes, you know.
A man can get to be a hero
For a famous battle he fought...
Or by studying very hard
And becoming a weightless astronaut.

And then there are heroes of other sorts,
Like the heroes we know from watching sports.
But a hero doesn't have to be a grown up person, you know,
A hero can be a very big dog
Who comes to your rescue,
Or a very little boy who's smart enough to know what to do.

But let me tell you about my favorite hero.

My hero, Zero, such a funny little hero,
But till you came along,
We counted on our fingers and toes.
Now you're here to stay
And nobody really knows
How wonderful you are.
Why we could never reach a star,
Without you, Zero, my hero,
How wonderful you are.

What's so wonderful about a zero?
It's nothing, isn't it?

Sure, it represents nothing alone.

But place a zero after 1
And you've got yourself a 10.
See how important that is?
When you run out of digits,
You can start all over again.
See how convenient that is?

That's why with only ten digits including zero,
You can count as high as you could ever go...
Forever, towards infinity,
No one ever gets there, but you could try.

With 10 billion zeros,
From the cavemen till the heroes,
Who invented you,
They counted on their fingers and toes
And maybe some sticks and stones, or rocks and bones
And their neighbors' toes.
You're here,
And nobody really knows
How wonderful you are.
Why we could never reach the star,
Without you, Zero, my hero,
Zero, how wonderful you are.

Place one zero after any number
And you've multiplied that number by 10.
See how easy that is.
Place two zeros after any number
And you've multiplied that number by 100.
See how simple that is.
Place three zeros after any number,
And you've multiplied that number by 1,000.

Et cetera, et cetera, ad infinitum, ad astra, forever and ever,
With zero, my hero, how wonderful you are.

NO BACKBONE (T. Morgan)

It's dawned on me again
I can't balance in betweens
It's no longer familiar to me
It's become routine

The bedroom ritual
A simple way to feel
Without running the risk of anything real
Ever being given, ever being shown
Back in the bedroom no backbone

Standards I'd kept, in the back of my mind
Are now just rules to break from time to time
I'm way past worrying about it gettin' a hold on me
I realise I ride on it's back for free

The bedroom ritual
A simple way to feel
Without running the risk of anything real
Ever being given, ever being shown
Back in the bedroom no backbone

Addictively I'll stick to the safety of the script
But I know I'll end up settling for a less than perfect fit

The bedroom ritual
A simple way to feel
Without running the risk of anything real
Ever being given, ever being shown
Back in the bedroom no backbone
Back in the bedroom no backbone
Back in the bedroom no backbone

 

 

 


NOTHING TRUE (E. Dando)

It's not me
This disease
It's not you
That's not true
It's our fault
Me and you
Most of all
You're not you

I dream of you
It's nothing new
I dream of you
It's nothing true

It's not you
That's not true
It's our fault
Me and you
Most of all
You're not you

You're nothing new
You're nothing true
I dream of you
It's nothing true



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