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Bad Moock Rising: Lyrics 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 back to the top 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 back to the top 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 back to the top 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 back to the top 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 back to the top 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 back to the top 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 back to the top 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 back to the top back to the music page |
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