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Bad Moock Rising

Woman Like The Wind
Let Me Die in My Footsteps
Here's a Latte and My Middle Finger
You're Good (For a Man Like Me)
Economist John
Take Me When You Go
January
Pretty Boy Floyd


Woman Like The Wind
Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©1999 Moockshake Music, ASCAP

She rests upon her pillows with my future in her hands
And my whole life in the secret way she smiles
When she turns her face up to me I can tell with just one kiss
That I'd follow her in inches or in miles

Chorus:
I've got wonder in my heart, I've got nothing left to lose
There's an aching in my ears when I hear those old jazz tunes
I've fallen in love with a woman like the wind
She whispers softly and she blows my cold ship in

Her hair is made of summer and her eyes are young boys' dreams
Her hands are soft and smaller than the rain
And every time she's near me I feel closer to my god
And I hear Miles Davis sketch the sounds of Spain

Chorus

She's an angel from Montgomery even though she's from up north
And she's sweeter than the purest edelweiss
And even if she asked me if I'd watch The Sound of Music with her
I'd say that's alright, babe, don't think twice

Chorus

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Let Me Die in My Footsteps
By Bob Dylan, Warner-Chappell Music, Adapted by A. Moock

I will not go down under the ground
'Cuz somebody tells me that death's coming 'round
And I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave, lord, my head will be high
Let me die in my footsteps before I go down under the ground

There's been rumors of war and wars that have been
The meaning of life has been lost in the wind
And some people saying that the end is close by
'Stead of learning to live they are learning to die
Let me die in my footsteps before I go down under the ground

I don't know if I'm smart but I think I can see
When someone is pulling the wool over me
And if this war comes and death's all around
Let me die on this land 'fore I die underground
Let me die in my footsteps before I go down under the ground

Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood
Let the smell of wildflowers run free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with your green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace
Let me die in my footsteps before I go down under the ground

Go out in your country where the land meets the sun
See the craters and canyons and where the waterfalls run
Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona and Idaho
Let every state in this union run deep down in my soul
And you'll die in your footsteps before you go down under the ground

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Here's a Latte and My Middle Finger
Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©1999 Moockshake Music, ASCAP

Chorus:
Over-educated motherfucker
You're an under-thinking pasta-sucker
Talking too much bullshit coffee-drinker
Here's a latte and my middle finger

And here's a penny for the thoughts you think
Put it towards another coffee drink
On second thought, here, have a couple quarters
Put them towards that PhD you ordered

'Cuz you can't see the forest for the trees
Perspective isn't measured in degrees
Maybe you should go explore a thicket
See if you can find a place to stick it

Chorus

And every time that gentle north wind blows
You'd better stick your fingers up your nose
That wind that softly blows right through your head
Will be cleaner coming out your ears instead

And the cold wind that comes breezing out your ears
Will be the best thing that's come from your head in years
You should save it in a bottle or balloon
You monkey-looking pompous-ass buffoon

Chorus

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You're Good (For a Man Like Me)
Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©1999 Moockshake Music, ASCAP

You're tall for your height
And you're wise for your age
You're fast for your speed
Sometimes too fast to gage
And you're good, you're so good
For a man like me

You're as fast as a mouse
You fly like a bird
The way that you look
Can't be defined by a word
'Cuz you're good, you're so good
For a man like me

Chorus:
You've got love in your heart
That's a good place to start
And you're good, so good
For a man like me

You're the head of your class
You're ahead of your time
You're a wonder of nature
I'm amazed that you're mine
'Cuz you're good, you're so good
For a man like me

Chorus

I'm large for my size
But I'm short for my weight
I'm late for my time
But I'm still feeling great
'Cuz you're good, you're so good
For a man like me

You've got love in your heart
That's a good place to start
But there's something else in you
From some secret body part
That makes you like you are
You're a bright shining star
Tall and strong
Fast and free
And good, so good
For a man like me

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Economist John
Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©1999 Moockshake Music, ASCAP

Economist John fell in love
But he wanted to make sure it was real
So he devised a graph to test over time
The change in the way he did feel
He set to work with rulers and different colored pencils
And he drew his lines real straight
And he made a color code of his variable emotions
With red for love and a swampy brown for hate

Then John began to transfer all his feelings into numbers
To calculate his love
And so he wouldn't smudge the lines on his heartfelt chart
He always wore a special glove
His woman wanted cuddling
And his parents wanted marriage
But John told them all to wait
He said he'd stick to slow precision and an economic vision
To determine his romantic fate

John spent every minute from December to November
Filling in his graph
He adorned it with color and very subtle shading
And humble yet, oh, so brilliant math
And he spent his year locked in his office with his shiny papers
And his woman he refused to see
So she went off and dated a lonely sociologist
While John still sat with data on his knee

It was in the month of May, on a cold sunny day
When John was told the current news
That his woman was engaged now to a balding preacher
With lots of cash and a church with crowded pews
But John didn't care for he'd found his answer
That same day while studying in the bath
That the one he really loved in his heart, in his soul
Was not his girl but his very lovely graph

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Take Me When You Go
Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©1999 Moockshake Music, ASCAP

Take me when you go, don't leave me behind
I don't want to stay here with you swimming in my mind
I got thoughts enough to think, I've had drinks enough to drink
Time without you's much too slow, take me with you when you go

And take me when you leave, I can't stand to be alone
There's nothing I hate worse than loving you by telephone
'Cuz the TV's not my friend and I've got no fax to send
Even music's got no tone when you leave me all alone

Take me when you go 'cuz there's nothing here for me
I don't want to stay here writing tearful poetry
I don't want to think on you from a lonesome window view
'Cuz there's nothing I can see can bring you faster home to me
No, there's nothing I can see can bring you faster home to me

So take me with you, friend, I'll just ask you one more time
I know that you're a woman who can make up your own mind
But I've got one small request and I hope you won't say no
'Cuz I think it's for the best -- take me with you when you go
Take me with you when you go

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January
Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©1999 Moockshake Music, ASCAP

The days are getting short and the nights are getting cold
And I've been lying in this bed since dawn
January comes and January goes
I think I'll just lie here 'til it's gone

Chorus:
Don't you know the winter dark and cold
Holds me back from who I am
Don't you know this happens every year
And when it's over, I'll be back again

The darkness pushes up against the light
Even 'fore the working day is done
And I would give my hands and the eyes that let me see
For one more hour looking at the sun

And when the night has come and I'm resting in my house
You might call or I might ring your phone
Please don't be alarmed if I sound far away
I'm still here, it's just that I'm not home

Chorus

The spring's not just a time, it's the time I'm looking toward
The spring and you are all that keep me going
And until I find you both I'll just keep on lying here
'Cuz I'm not going outside while it's snowing

Chorus

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Pretty Boy Floyd
By Woody Guthrie, Ludlow Music, Adapted by A. Moock

If you gather 'round me children
A story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well

It was in the town of Shawnee
On a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in their wagon
It was into town they rode

There a deputy sheriff approached them
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words and language
And his wife she overheard

Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
And the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed
Pretty Boy laid that deputy down

Then he took to the trees and timber
And he lived a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name

He took to the trees and timber
On the Canadian River shore
But that outlaw found a welcome
At many a farmer's door

There's many a starving farmer
Who the same old story told
How this outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little home

Others tell you of a stranger
Who had come to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill

It was in Oklahoma City
It was on a Christmas Day
Them 'ol car load of groceries
With a letter that did say

You say that I'm an outlaw
And you say that I'm a thief
Well, here's a Christmas dinner
For the family some relief

It's through this world I've rambled
I've seen lots of funny men
Some are after you with a six-gun
And some with a fountain pen

But it's through your life you travel
And it's through your life you roam
You won't never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home

So, if you gather 'round me children
A story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well

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