Hellooooooooooo… Below are song lyrics and quicktime examples of the melodies of most that I can give permission for if any professional musicians want to use/adapt them… Many of them have the chords and melodies worked out – so don’t hesitate to contact me about anything that inspires you… (this page is currently in the beginning stages of construction).
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Inspired by the song-writing of Big Rude Jake
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ohhh… I was sittin’ on a rock in a Japanese garden, thinkin’ `bout the meaning of life…
lookin at the bees, the grasses and the flowers
and one big beautiful butterfly
when from behind one of the rocks, a grey cat leapt up
and caught the butterfly, right under its paw
took it up in its mouth, and then gave me a look like
“yeah? you got a problem with what you just saw?
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you know sometimes it rains!
and sometimes it pours!
and the lightning will cut you like a knife!
and sometimes the sun comes out and dries up heaven’s tears
as flowers lift their heads up to the sky …
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ohhh.. I was sittin’ on a rock in a Japanese garden, wonderin’ `bout the meaning of life…
watchin’ a grey cat squatting on his haunches
ripping apart a butterfly
when an old Japanese man, walked up to us and stopped
with a smile and a gleam in his eye
and he said “very lucky for you! to catch such a thing!”
“to see such beauty before it had to die.”
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yeah, sometimes it rains!
and sometimes it pours!
and the thunder will shake you till you cry!
and sometimes the sun comes out and dries up heaven’s tears
as flowers lift their heads up to the sky
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oh I was sittin’ on a rock in a Japanese garden, forgettin’ all about the meaning of life
`cause it didn’t get me nowhere to try to think that I was somewhere
when everything was right before my eyes
yeah, everything is right before my eyes
right before my eyes
before my eyes
my eyes
eyes
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Stay In Tune
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We plead in the moanin’ – We howl at the moon.
We pray to the gods, to stay in tune.
I can’t stop listenin’ for the sounds – I’ve got my ears to the ground
To stay in tune – to stay in tune.
Yeah, we howl at the moon and pray to the gods to stay in tune.
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We bend the strings and we turn the keys.
`Till the sound fills the room – to stay in tune.
I can’t stop the harmonies. It brings out the charm in me
To stay in tune… to stay in tune.
Yeah, we howl at the moon and we pray to the gods to stay in tune.
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Under the sun, or by the light of the moon
We shout and we croon – to stay in tune
Life’s a song that never ends, and I’ll sing it `till I’m dead
To stay in tune… to stay in tune.
Yeah, we howl at the moon and we pray to the gods to stay in tune.
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Workin’ Man
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Well, I’m just a workin’ man – just like most any other man
I rise up in the morning – tryin’ to do the best I can
Some days are hard to lift and sweat it – some days are long and drag me down
But I got to make a little bit – so that my family doesn’t drown
…..don’t drown
After five years my hands are ruined – after ten my knees are sore
Fifteen on my back is goin’ – I can’t imagine twenty more
I’m puttin’ in to supervise – so I can set an’ rest my heels
I hope I get that ole promotion – `cause no one cares how bad I feels
…..oh no, goddamn
Well, I’m still juss workin’ here – an’ now my head is hangin’ down
All my childhood dreams have vanished – and I wear an iron crown
But my kids have somethin’ better – don’t have to slave and die all tired
So I’m glad to give it all up – though my youthfullness has dried
…..all dry
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…hey y’all
…..keep time…
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Goin’ Back
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Last night – I went back
Through boxes – in the closet
Letters… photos…
And the pages of my mind
Retouched – the moments
People… projects…
Loves… losses…
That made time start to unwind
Eyes were tearin’ – Jaw was clenchin’
Got too much for me to bear
Couldn’t deal with the memories
Began to curse and swear
-`Cause
I was goin’ back
To when days weren’t so fine
N’ forced to remember
All the failures that were mine… that were mine…
…goin’ back… …wayyyyy back…
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Women – were many
Beautiful – and crazy
Gave me hope… n’ strength…
But pushed me the length
Ballin’… Cryin’…
Confessin’… Denyin’
I’d do it all… Again…
But without the lies n’ sin…
Then a note – that she wrote
Was too much for me to take
Couldn’t deal with the memories
Of all my bad mistakes
N’ it was hard goin’ back
To look in all those eyes again
And have to remember
Just how fucked up I had been… had been…
…goin’ back… …wayyyyy back…
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But then – at my side
My lady touched my hand
She could see – it was hard
That she’d never understand
And alla these – little ladies
Only try the best they can
And they remember – hard times two
Damn brother – we all do!
We be slippin’ – an’ trippin’
Even with a song or two
And we’ll keep goin’ back
To the good times and bad
And have to remember
When we were cool and mad
Yeah, we’ll keep goin’ back
To our families and friends
And have to remember
Our legacies until the end
…………………………the end
Yeah… the end…
Back to the end…
Wayyyyyyyyyyyyy back………..
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Old Red Barn
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Things can get hot, in the old red barn
The horses will whinny and cry out in alarm
People sneak in – and people sneak out
And I ain’t always sure – what they’re sneakin’ about
Little boy – little girl, lookin’ guilty as sin
Come out happy, with devilish grins
I keep watchin’ from my window, while drinkin’ from a jar
And set down what I see, with a little guitar
…..guitar!…..
When things get really hot, horses cry out in alarm
What’s goin’ on, in the old red barn…
Huuuuuh?
Now it’s been unguarded since the farmhouse fire
Little Miss Emma torched it because her husband was a liar
But now why was Reverend Willy out there with Brenda-Lee?
They was lookin’ mighty worried but didn’t see little ole me
Must’a been a choir audition!
Yeah! Discussin’ her position!
But they both came out a mess
His shirt was hangin’ out his vest
And why so early in the mornin’?
Uh – to practice on his organ?
I hope that that’s the case
`Cause this whole scene’s way off base
…..Bass!…..
When things get really hot horses cry out in alarm
Man, what’s goin’ on, in the old red barn?
…..Huuuuuh…..?
Now, I like to stay inside `cause it’s cool in the shade
Breeze comes through real nice and I mix up lemonade
But then I spied Edwina, who’s barely seventeen
In a little cotton dress with nothin’ on underneath
She was walkin’ real slow – I started shakin’ down below
Then she looked and caught my eye – and gave me a big smile
And I watched in desperation as her hand caressed her thigh!
I – I’m goin’ out now! I’m goin’ our back!
Just hope her daddy ain’t got an ax!
…..Sax!…..
When things get really hot – horses cry out in alarm
I know what goin’ on ; ) …in the old red barn
…..Uh-huuuuuh…..
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