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Stand clear, close door, we gotta find a cure for
The Great, Great, Grand Depression
Getting upset, vent for a little while
Starting to sweat and break into little smiles
Deeper in debt, starting to crash, and just for a laugh
Monopoly cash is useful at last!
So take the subway to a place we used to go
The curtain's golden and the seats all glow
You stay all day and watch the show, at Radio City Music Hall
We give a big Bronx cheer as Old King Kong drops politicians to the ground below
Watch the Rockettes head down to 5th Avenue
Through Washington Square onto Broadway with attitude
Wall Street at last, they put on a show
We watch them kick investment bankers and CEOs out the window to the streets below, so
Stand clear, close door, we gotta find a cure for
The Great, Great, Grand Depression
I said Stand clear, close door, we gotta find a cure for
The Great, Great, Grand Depression
USSA, WWWPA, USSA, WWWPA, USSA, WWWPA, U-S-S-s-s-s-s-s
From the Museum of Natural History
Up to the torch on the Statue of Liberty
Enlightening the world to the ways of greed, there's nothing left to do
But drag all those bums to the Central Park Zoo
Where everyone can see the leaders who'll never lead
And FEED THOSE LIARS TO THE LIONS BLEEDIN’!
Stand clear, close door, so glad we have a cure for
The Great, Great, Grand Depression
I said Stand clear, close door,
So thankful for my friends and family
who’ve always lived and loved and laughed
and worked so hard to keep the faith
yet still believe that we can find a better way
to run a country
To love our country
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Muggy
03:34
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Funky morning, muggy day, man what could make me feel this way?
Too much drinkin' in my dreams where nothin' is the way that it seems
So take a ride in the car, walk the dog in the park
Take a jog in the fog, in the sun and the smog
Take a stroll down the shore, walk the ages some more
Call my ma, call my bro, and ask em what do you know
About this muggy, muggy, muggy feeling inside? (take a ride)
Funky morning, muggy day, I just can't stand to feel this way
Too much thinkin', workin' lean, well life just falls apart at the seams
So take a ride in the car, walk the dog after dark
Moving slow, talking low, starin' up, stars aglow
One more ride to the show but the sound it’s a bore
Step outside for a toke and a smoke and a joke
About this muggy, muggy, muggy feeling inside (one more ride)
Foggy girl, sunny boy just wants to see you jumpin' for joy
Don't you know? Don't it show? Your heart's been tappin' time with your toes
So paint your nails, paint your toes, stick your feet out the door,
Listen to all the snow On the radio show
Lay right down on the floor, breathing deep, breathing slow
Then you shake it some more until you start to let go of that
Muggy, muggy, muggy feeling inside
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Paper Comfort Food
01:46
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They keep workin’ the doog, and working the doog, but
They got it all backwards, only looks real good
Yet nothing is real about what’s going into your
Paper Comfort Food
So now you’re thinking you want it, all sexy and sweet
Exploding with flavor, dripping with meat
Claim that it’s natural, but what does that mean?
Just another pretty picture flashing on a screen
Well that tasty vision is just a mirage
Goes down easy, then it’s hard to dislodge
So next time that you’re hungry, remember the deal,
that food isn’t real
They can grill it, they can fry it, they can even super size it
They might claim that it’s supreme
It never really satisfies and when you find out what’s inside it
You’ll be wishing it was soylent green
They keep printing the money and making the bread
Eat it enough and soon enough you’ll be dead
If that’s hard to swallow don’t forget to chew your
Paper Comfort Food
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Colors colors colors colors, up up up up ohhhhhhhh
Took a ride up the mountain so I could see
A carpet of jewels spreading out in front of me
All of the colors, on all the trees down in the valley below
Stretching for miles in every direction, the sun was making em glow
Reds & oranges, yellows, purples, greens and gold
Colors colors colors colors up up up up oh, my head is exploding
Colors colors colors colors, up up up up ohhhhhhhh
Now here I am up in the clouds, starting to freeze
Camera’s ready but all I can see, is two feet in front of me
Now here I am head in the clouds, starting to freeze
Colors colors colors colors up up up up oh, my head is exploding
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Island of Hope
03:32
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don't give him the bad word
don't show him the rope
just stand there beside him
on an island of hope
stuck on this island
feel like a dope
if you don't stand beside me
on this island of hope
hope for a change, yeah
a change for the better
on my island alone
hoping we'll come together
You know I can't stand it
waiting so patiently
it's not the way that I planned it
just and endless journey
don't give her the bad word
don't show her the rope
just stand there beside her
on an island of hope
here on this island
when I awoke
we’re all standing together
on this island of hope
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6. |
Tides Keep Rolling
03:45
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The story begins, pick it up where it ends
The monster awoke, he's risen again
Fear is a lie, we don’t trust as a friend
The power it holds is one we pretend
Howling at pounding beats of surf
Fog erase the landscape, endless waves return to their rebirth
One monster brain, a monkey mind on a vine
Swinging from thought to thought, the same thought every time
Gotta cut in, be the first in line
Another lost soul, arriving at the same time
Tides keep on rolling in continual motion
Oceans of wind keep on letting tears and rain fall back in
So this is where the story ends, where it begins
At the edge of the reef, it's always sink or swim
Another grieving man, searches for relief
Another angry man, clings to his belief
Howling at pounding beats of surf
Fog erase the landscape, endless waves return to their rebirth
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Karl the Fog (Big Fog)
05:48
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Karl the Fog, here comes Karl the Fog
Go, go, go!
(lyrics obscured by fog) We come from afar, in our planes, and our cars, yes we come seeking fun, we'll be jumpin and runnin and racin the sun, as it beams, from on high, try to catch our breath, boy, but when we arrive, he’s erasing the bridge, and the hills, and the sky, it's our friend rollin in, open arms, in the wind, mutes the sound, mutes the sun, no more shadows, all is one, in the fog.
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8. |
Lady Time
03:08
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Going to Lady Time!
You better step aside, it’s time to let it flow,
Gonna do it, Lady Time!
Lady Time!
Gonna give a lady her time.
Step aside. Get out the bathroom.
Make way for lady time
You want your guy to give you some space,
That’s all You gotta say, “I’m having Lady Time”
I’m having Lady Time
That’s a code word for get the fuck outta the way
I’m having Lady Time, It’s a code word
I got my period. Exclamation.
I’m having Lady Time, It’s a code word
I got my period. Exclamation point!
Lady Time! Lady Time!
You want your guy to give you some space,
That’s all You gotta say, “I’m having Lady Time”
I’m having Lady Time
That’s a code word for get the fuck outta the way
Lady Time! Lady Time!
Gonna give a lady her time.
Step aside. Get out the bathroom.
Make way for Lady Time!
Step aside. Get out the bathroom.
Make way for Lady Time!
Lady Time
Got to give a lady her time Got my period exclamation point!
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Uncle Grape San Francisco, California
Jonathan Richman once told me that songs could be about anything. My inspiration may come from kids, local weather &
wildlife. riffing with my wife for laughs, mind mapping words with my brother...
The Uncle Grape band (a sweet & playful bunch, mostly SF Bay Area musicians from the 80's /90s underground scene) plays an eclectic humorous mix of retro rock, art pop, country pop, r&b /funk songs.
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