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A Shot In The Dark
03:17
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Catching Pneumonia
Sinking in quicksand
Squeezed by a boa
Meeting a Mole Man
Sister Louigi
The swinging nun
Leper colony’s
Favorite son
Sugar in the raw
Circle in the square
Something in the air
Pigs in a blanket
Turkey in the straw
Shakespeare in the park
A shot in the dark
Chicken in a basket
Ominous onion
Plane going down
Singing in public
Don’t let me drown
A wood Zuni doll
Fetish. Wielding a spear
Mad puny doll sent us
Two stepping in fear
Splendor in the grass
Business in the black
Ace in the hole
Needle in a haystack
Devil in the details
Pie in the sky
Blue in the face
Mud in your eye
Burnt in a fire
Shackled in irons
Death camp shower
Thrown to the lions
Torpedoed and sunk
Locked away in a cell
Thrown in a trunk
Going to Hell
Order in the court
Lucy in the sky
Girl in every port
Catcher in the rye
Elephant in the room
Mummy in the tomb
Baby in the womb
Child in a casket
A stuck elevator
The wife in my hair
Thrown off a high rise
Given the chair
Pushed to the tracks
With a horn-mad shove
The big wedding day
One not in love
Doctor in the house
Persons in the know
Ducks in a row
Sister in a habit
Diamond in the rough
Sunday in the park
Farmer in the dell
A shot in the dark
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2. |
All From Me Bed
03:57
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I love my nap
My evening snack
Rest and relax
All from me bed
I like toast
I like tea
I like TV
All from me bed
I like to sleep
I like to eat
Resting my feet
All from me bed
My blanket’s warm
My pillow‘s cool
One drowsy fool
When in me bed
If you get a note
From the firm that I’m head of
Right at the top
It says, “From the bed of”
Since I’m always here
You won’t hear it said
At least not from me
That it’s time for bed
I like the rain
Outside my room
The way it soothes
All from me bed
I like the distant
Thunder boom
It sets the mood
All from me bed
I feel just right
Soon out like a light
Break from the world
All from me bed
If I don’t wake
I end up dead
I’ll end up dead
All from me bed
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3. |
Gathered In One Room
02:02
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That sounded like a shot
Thus thickening the plot
Two holes in the wall
A knife in the hall
Inspect the parking lot
(Detect the parking lot)
Go round up you know who
The usual crowd will do
Won’t rest till we got ‘em
We’ll get to the bottom
Right now I haven’t a clue
(We sure could use a clue)
Could be some hoi polloi
A husband being coy
A him. A her
Just out of stir
Someone in my employ
(A bum in my employ)
We’ll set our trap at noon
They’ll gather in one room
We’ll crack this case
We’re right on track
The guilty party
Will have to crack
The end approaches soon
(All gathered in one room)
And so we go to trial
The charges here are vile
The evidence
Is mounting up
Of which there is a pile
(A monumental pile)
We’re gathered in this room
We’re lowering the boom
The case is cracked
His future’s black
The guilty party
Will be paid back
He shall meet his doom
All gathered in one room
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4. |
Come One Come All
02:12
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Welcome mounties
Brave and true
Loyal and steadfast
Through and through
Half breed Boniface
Quick with a lie
Stouthearted men
Keen to do or die
Make camp here
Gather the brides
Collect petticoats
For bandage ties
Come one. Come all. Duty calls
Them that never drops the ball
Master of the walking game
Sgt. Bruce wears proud his name
Bold and daring standing tall
So come one so come all
Postpone the duels
Sweet casquette faces
No more lonely
Old fireplaces
A vacant old house
Will do for me
Was you ever bit
By a dead bee?
Good Nurse Wood
And Sister Bates
Lift our spirits
Lift our weights
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5. |
The Journey
05:50
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With powdered wig and thumb in hand
He journeyed toward a promised land
Laid out his plan--what road to choose
A lamp of learning be his muse
Wound up at Shambar Beach outnumbered
Reached a sand bar where he slumbered.
Sleeping away that afternoon
Woke up and read under the moon
He met a Mr. Bannister
A man of social register
A well bred baron heir apparent
One seductive true knight-errant
But that was only his disquise
He drew his weapon and surprise…
So disillusioned, head bowing down
Silvery wig lay on the ground
He pondered o’er his master plan
Could he achieve a scheme so grand?
To boldly seek and ye shall find
Some somewhere some peace of mind
Quashed and quelled romantic quest
They robbed his gold. Now penniless
As noble a search, it had to cease
A quintessential golden fleece
(The Journey – Help me find
The Journey – Peace of mind
The Journey – Light the way
Be with me this day)
(Know this from the start
Home is in the heart)
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6. |
A Red Ink Dinner
03:20
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A shock of red hair was her mane
She ordered orange ice
We had a red ink dinner
Later on I paid the price
Floundering around for fish
Hope I don’t lose my jib
Although I clearly sit in Dutch
I wear a lobster bib
Not one hair of the dog for me
Right now I have the jitters
I must have ruffled feathers please
Just soda and some bitters
A good friend of the clergy
Born again our praying mantis
Simply just divine is she
Ow wavishing Kay Fwancis
Faithful member of the Bund
Charles L is doin’ fine
Riding top down in a Ford
He touts the party line
Now’s the time to hunker down
To choose your dorymate
All things hunky dory when
The public takes the bait
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7. |
Belle of the Ball
02:26
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In cut-away coat
High hat and stripes
Stood Belle of the ball
A sheer delight
A handsome young maid
A Polaroid swinger
By all accounts
A real humdinger
Panic stricken
Young and silly
Our office boy
A lovelorn dilly
On the way home
His horse had a blowout
Lesson learned
Too much trouble to go out
His brain in a fog
Dripping pie ala mode
Simply agog
About to implode
This was surely
Kismet karma
His destiny
No willy nilly
I’m in earnest, he cried
Now once and for all
I must have Belle
Belle of the Ball
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8. |
The Statue
02:46
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The Statue of Liberty
Asked me to supper
Lower middle class me
While the Statue was upper
A buttercup fizz
At the old Paradise Club
Don’t know what it is
But I didn’t tell that Dub
The chorus girl blinked
At my posh cigarette case
Knew I didn’t drink
By the sick look on my face
I dropped the judge off
At the town City Hall
My innertube popped.
Meantime I had to call
On young Mrs. Horton
I was quite late
But finally arrived
As I drove through her gate
The Statue of Liberty
Dressed in a house-coat
Invited me in
Holding a bank-note
She said have a seat
With a curious winking
She slid towards the bar
Asking what are you drinking?
That girl had her own
Very own soda fountain
How do all the others
Manage doing without them?
Ginger and root
And a sweet orange nectar
In walks Phil
Phil the Inspector
Who questions poor me
And then with a smile
Says, “Life’s but an oil change
Every three thousand miles”.
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9. |
Dwight Makes Right
03:05
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Old Mr. Dwight
Treated workers like dirt
I ordered a burger
He ordered stuffed shirt
He blew his own horn
He beat his own drum
Honor was met with
His nose and his thumb
I played along
The arrogant slob
He needed a song
I needed the job
‘Lo I could never
Hold my tongue
Thought I was clever
When I was young
So came the day
It hit the fan
I had my say
And promptly was canned
I’m still writing jingles
From my LA tent
When strangers walk by
I curse and I vent
They throw me a look
They treat me like dirt
I suck down my burger
They tuck in their shirts
They walk on by
The arrogant snobs
They tell me that I
Should get me a job
Revisit that time
Where still I don’t bend
Can’t play the game
Get canned again
They’ll have their turn
To try and fight
That’s when they‘ll learn
That Dwight makes right
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10. |
In Your Face
02:00
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An in-your-face sadistic beast
Who’d hover right above you
You never knew when he would strike
Then say good night, I love you
The other armed with subtle scorn
His dagger just as sharp
He’d cut you with a biting horn
That sounded like a harp
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11. |
The Telegram
03:29
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A telegram came
I thanked the good porter
The dining car called to me
Sam took my order
I was nervous at first
Til I sat beside her
She said “BSY”
And I said “surrider”
Soon we’d reach
Our destination
She’d be part of
My ed-u-ma-cay-tion
All aboard
With every station
Whistle blew
Good time, we was makin’
A comic there showed me
A picture he painted
Of birds walking slowly
And one that had fainted
The campus was still
The council outlandish
I felt a tad ill
I saw Dr. Standish
Remembered her name
When I saw her letter
All ablaze
Sewn onto her sweater
Chiming clock
And tolling bell
All ringing true
I knew all was well
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12. |
He Did It
04:00
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She couldn’t place his face
Are you someone I should know?
He could hardly recognize
That gal from long ago
He himself was suffering
A man so proud and strong
We did have some golden years
But it’s gone on too long
Father of five, three still alive
Who needs this kind of trouble?
Once a hunter tall and fit
Now every day a struggle
Early evening phone call comes
A scream shook all the rooms
Then silence, like a punch in the gut
Until the screams resumed
He did it. God he did it
Said he would and now it’s done
He did it! Can’t believe it
Satin pillow. Crimson gun
No quality of life remained
Both robbed of joy and pride
Old soul who could not bear the pain?
Who took with him his bride
The loved ones that he left behind
They keep their secret close
They grieve and try to carry on
Whilst living with a ghost
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13. |
More Boat Than Man
01:53
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More boat than man
More sea than land
The soothing sound
Where water breaks
More sun less shade
More wind and wade
More sail than beach
More thought than speech
More oar than arm
More drift and calm
Cast off all chains
Where peace remains
More lone than crowd
More soft than loud
More sea than sand
More boat than man
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14. |
So Come One So Come All
02:13
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Ronnie D'Addario Hicksville, New York
Ronnie D'Addario was born and raised in Manhattan, in the heart of the theater district. He started playing guitar at the
age of ten after seeing The Beatles on Ed Sullivan. He's released 11 solo albums and has recorded and produced albums by Tommy Makem and others.
Ronnie has just finished a brand new 2023 album entitled, "All Gathered In One Room".
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