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SpinTunes #1: Round 4

by Various Artists

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(Intro - American acoustic pop) Dancing through these album pages Fingers grazing old picture frames It's the way that paper memory ages Yellowing photos of Linda and James I stand transfixed and stare It's almost like I was there If I look closely I can see How all of this came to be (Narration 1 - Ukrainian / German folk) Anna Korlinchek came from Kiev, Ukraine And Donald Arthur Riker came from Kiel, Germany They met in the United States, fell in love, and married I never knew her, but I have memories of him He always called refrigerators 'Frigidaires' And he always called me 'Snipe' There's a photo of the two of them Leaning against a beautiful brand-new car I like to think that it was blue I turn the page (Narration 2 - Italian classical) He was born 'Modesto Tomaso Giuseppe Valentino Savino' He went by 'Tom' for short His family emigrated to America From a small town called Bari In the heel of the boot in southern Italy He joined the Navy and fought in World War II And came home to marry his high school sweetheart He loves wine and garlic And cutting hair He's 83 years old now, and still works as a barber Three days a week And he golfs the other four I turn the page (Narration 3 - Irish folk) Joyce Kathryn Hanlon's family hailed from The County of Armagh in Northern Ireland She served as a nurse in World War II And after the war ended Her sister married her high school sweetheart's brother And she married her high school sweetheart And the two families became very very close She loves laughter so much Even when she swears, it sounds adorable ...and after all this... (Conclusion - American acoustic pop) Donald and Anna had a baby boy Who they called James Thomas and Joyce, they had a daughter Linda was her name Savino met Riker.... Then Linda and James, they had a baby boy... Looking back, I see traces of my identity Lovers, fighters, survivors And all of them in me Yeah this is my family tree Yeah this is my family tree Yeah this is my family tree
2.
Well daddy always told me not to mess with the people who could kill you But my momma always told me that listening was not my strongest suit So I guess I took the wrong thing from the wrong guy at the wrong time - now I’m running But believe me baby when I say I ain’t running from you Got to get me somewhere - got to get away - so I’m headed to the hills - live to fight another day And don’t you worry baby, I’ll be back for you for sure I’m just hiding out here for awhile Trying to blend in, tryin’ to lay low Trying to remember that sweet smile Trying to remember that sweet smile Well a stranger came to town I think they might be on my trail Time to move on, time to pick up my stakes and hit the road A man who’s on the run can only go away, that’s where I’m headed But believe me baby I don’t want to go away from you So I’m headed down south, where the Mississippi flows Let the Big Easy take me away And don’t you worry baby, I’ll be coming back for you for sure I’m just hiding out here for awhile Trying to blend in, tryin’ to lay low Trying to remember that sweet smile Trying to remember that sweet smile Well the Jambalaya’s good though the mosquitos seem to want to bite my eyes And I’ve a sneaking suspicion I’m still being followed by those guys So I’m headed farther south, I’m going down Mexico way But I’ll never regret the day I stole you away Now I’m so sorry baby, I’m not coming back for you Got to hide out here for awhile Trying to blend in, tryin’ to lay low Trying to remember that sweet smile Trying to remember that sweet smile
3.
My little Nonna Bella used to tell a tale to me Of all her lovely times back in old Italy Where out on the piazza filled with lotsa people there They'd eat and drink and dance out in the country air I asked her, "Teach me how to dance like you did" She said, "I can't remember how to do it I'm old, and anyway, those dances may not be for you When not in Rome, why do as Romans do? Ballroom dance Why not go try a class? Ballroom dance Don't just sit on your backside!" Aristocrats in old Vienna floated round and round The men in powdered wigs, the ladies, poofy gowns A ballroom so magnificent, each surface blazing gold That's where they did the waltz back in the days of old Compared to them, I feel just like a beggar Say "Austria," and I think Schwarzenegger If I were an archduke then maybe waltzing would be grand But I prefer Franz Ferdinand the band Ballroom dance Just try it and you'll see Ballroom dance But waltzing's not for me A steamy night in Buenos Aires, couples barely dressed At times open embrace, but mostly chest-to-chest Expressing their passion longingly, and in their mouth, a rose But frankly, I don't want bleeding gums or pollen up my nose Sometimes I can't tell the steps from cha-cha, rumba or samba And when teacher says, "Feel your burning desire!," ¡Ay, caramba! The fancy footwork's frustrating, and don't even mention the dips For Latin and spicy I'll stick with my salsa and chips Ballroom dance Just try it and you'll see Ballroom dance But tango, no esta por mi A hundred Slavic peasants, what a happy bunch of folk, A- round the barn they gaily barrel, yes, they're rolling out a polka They get their fill of beer and sausage -- that feels like my speed Except it goes so fast, please, slow it down, I plead! How did they do it after full days farming? Two minutes in, my breathing rate's alarming We spin 'til I'm so dizzy, it just doesn't seem so wise Now, polka dots dance right before my eyes Ballroom dance Just try it and you'll see Ballroom dance But polka's not for me My other grand-maman, she came from Paris -- that's in France I've seen her drink red wine, but, no, I've never seen her dance She's watched me hoof around the world, but never as in Rome She says that I should try a step from my own home If so far I just feel malaise, ah, c'est la vie Who knows, perhaps someday, instead, joie de vivre A foxtrot, quick-step, jitterbug, or Lindy Hop or swing But, 'til then, dancing doesn't seem my thing Ballroom dance I tried some, now I see Ballroom dance Perhaps, one day, for me
4.
Come now, gather now, here where the heather grows, The land our Father's knew that we called home Ta'en now, hurried now, off tae another land The burning in our hearts - to fear the unknown We've all gone - Ocean's wide - off to the other side The wilds of America, empty and bare The sailors are prison guards, their eyes are dead and hard There's no compassion when our children cry The waters take away the dead seem more each day We wonder silently, 'Can we survive?' The cold wind and the sea, it draws the life from me We don't know if we'll end this journey alive We don't know if we'll end this journey alive We don't know if we'll end this journey alive ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Came from the sea, cross the land From the mountains, to our homes To the plains, to our broad ancient hunting ground and took All we had, took our homes Took our children and our wives Took our land - brought us fear Brought us sickness, brought us death Took our hope, as they stole from us everything The white of their skin turning red With the blood of many braves Walked us on From our homes And now all we have's The sky and The earth and The water, our memory and pride ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ See the sand fall to the ocean See the sun climb in the sky All we need is here in plenty (Oh, oh in Africa) Take the beasts as we go hunting Pluck the fruit down from the tree We have all that we desire (Oh, oh in Africa) Stretching out upon the grassland Resting now from all our toil In the shade of leafy branches (Oh, oh in Africa) Comes a boat out on the ocean High and wide it's sails unfurled We have never seen its equal (Oh, oh in Africa) Watch the men as they approach us Skin so white and bright as pearls They are bringing gifts and trinkets (Oh, oh in Africa) See the ropes and see the netting We will trade for food and furs We will welcome them in gladness (Oh, oh to Africa) We approach them at the water Grinning faces match our own Watch a new dawn rise upon us (Oh, oh in Africa) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Come now, gather now, here where the bullets fly The land our allies knew they called home Joined now, sailing now, off to the Gallic land The burning in our hearts to fear the unknown We've all gone, Channel's wide, off to the other side Our landings: Omaha, Gold and Sword We answer to the call and join this bloody war And Death and Liberty are all our reward Here now, running now, on tae the bloodied sand The gunfire taking down men by the score More now, hurry now, up tae the enemy The path to freedom lies behind our foe The waters crash on to the beach, it's body-strewn We wonder silently, 'Can we survive?' Our rifles in our hand, we charge this foreign land We don't know if we'll end this journey alive We don't know if we'll end this journey alive We don't know if we'll end this journey alive We don't know if we'll end this journey alive We don't know if we'll end this journey alive
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I tried real hard to write some good words for this song Well I tried real hard to write some good words for this song I had a lot of ideas but they all somehow just seemed wrong The deadline's coming up and I don't know what to do Yeah, the deadline's coming up and I still don't what I'm gonna do I've got the "I've got no lyrics so this this song is gonna be meta" blues (vocalizing) Everybody! (more vocalizing) I could sing with Latin rhythms And that might sound pretty neat But I'm not fooling anybody Cause white folk can't keep the beat I've almost reached The end of my song Now I'll fade out It won't take long la la la la (la la la la) la la la la (la la la la) la la la la (la la la la) la la la la (la la la la) la la la la (la la la la) la la la la (la la la la) la la la la
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We only do it for the birds They're different in every town We only do it for the birds Guitars and accents bring them down We’re just an all-American band We’re just doin’ what we can It may sound kinda funny But we’re not in it for the money We're all looking for that special girl In every country all around the world We're on our way and we won't stop Cause we can romance till we drop! We only do it for the birds They're different in every town We only do it for the birds Guitars and accents bring them down In india we had a ball Swinging with the rajas at the Taj Mahal We never knew the ladies could feel so good When we let them Bolly with our Wood So many women, So little time So many ways to make a rhyme It's hard not to raise our voices When we have half a billion choices We only do it for the birds They're different in every town We only do it for the birds Guitars and accents bring them down For the orient we had a yen And even though it wasn’t zen We hopped a plane and headed east To the rising sun for a geisha feast To Paris we say Oo-la-la For mademoiselles without ze bras The girls sent from heaven above Speaking the international language - D'amour You like the Yux Dudes? Oui? Perhaps you would like to see my Boffo? We only do it for the birds They're different in every town We only do it for the birds Guitars and accents bring them down We only do it for the birds They're different in every town We only do it for the birds Guitars and accents bring them down
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"Hi! You’ve reached Lady Liberty’s Lair. I can’t come to the phone right now, I’m off saving the populace from the dastardly clutches of random evildoers. But if you’ll leave your name, number, and a brief message – I’ll call you back as soon as justice has been restored. Have a SUPER day!” FIRST VOICEMAIL (spoken) “Hello, Liberty. This is your nemesis, Baron von Badass. I'm calling to remind you that I'll be on holiday this month, and I'm taking my minions with me. So if you haven't already made plans, now's the time. Oh, I know you'll miss me, but don't worry... I'll check in from time to time." LIBERTY How rude! But what do I expect? He always does things his way He’s gonna say, what he’s gonna say So while he’s away, I’ll take some time for me I'll drink lots of ice tea, take some bubble baths Maybe work on my tan Read a book or three I’ll just let my hair down, go out on the town Maybe eat something fattening I’ll just clock out for now, maybe take a little home vacation Cuz who needs him? ... that supervillan of a man ... that supervillian of a man BARON VON BADASS (PARIS - musette) Remember that day in Paree (Paris) When we met on the Champs Elysee? On the Arc de Triomphe, the scorch marks are still visible Though later we found them to be inadmissible When you couldn't quite pin them on me (Though you tried!) The City of Lights Most romantic at night Such amazing museums You really must see them But now I must be on my way Bon chance, have a beautiful day LIBERTY I remember our little French scene And I'd call you delusional And yeah I'm feeling quite attitudinal Cuz it's hot and it's boring And I wish you were back Don't take it that way I don't miss you, okay? It's just that I'm alphabetizing my spice rack And I really miss kicking your butt So I scour the news for something to do I finished three crosswords, my toenails are flawless I'd kill for a tragedy or two BARON VON BADASS PAMPLONA (flamenco) As I ran with the bulls, my machismo was apparent The streets of Pamplona were streaked with blood and fear The most exciting thing that I have ever done I felt that I had wings as I began to run And now and then, my dear I'm wishing you were here In sultry, sunny Spain But then again I'm enjoying my privacy (If you know what I mean) LIBERTY You must be kidding me with that crap, mi amor You gotta give it a rest, señor Still I gotta admit that I was pretty bored before Cuz I've been pulling weeds, and doing good deeds There ain't any kittens in any trees And there's no crime as far as the eye can see But you know There's a new bank down the street That I think you might find kinda interesting I wonder what you'd do with that kinda thing BARON VON BADASS JAMAICA (reggae) In the sand, beneath the sun By the waters, crystal blue With my Margarite I Lay 'neath the palms dreaming of you A bikini top lay limp And empty by my side Perhaps it will find its owner Before it's washed out by the tide O-M-G this has to be The finest place I've ever been In the sunlight you can see To the bottom of the sea Take my advice, don't think twice Try the sugar and the spice Yes, the beaches here are nice In Jamaica Yes, I'm thinking of you here In Jamaica LIBERTY When you’re gone I enjoy myself in a daze I sleep late, I stay in bed and have my cake and eat it too But when you’re gone I don't know what to do There’s too much time I start to think There's too much on my mind I start to justify I think about the credit crisis I polish all my doorknobs to a shine And while my toenails dry I begin to hatch a plan so that when you get back It won't be as quiet As you thought you might find it BARON VON BADASS & HIS DRUNK FRIENDS NEW ORLEANS (zydeco in C) [Background song: The Imaginary Bayou Boys] Down in Louisiana Down in the Bayou There lives my baby and my baby's gonna try you On. My baby's gonna try you on Yes, she knows her way around And she definitely wants to try you on [Accordion. No need to finish the song.] [Drunken Voiceover] Hello, Liberty? Liberty! This party is amazing! Wooo! I'm having the best time EVER! Look... I might not be back for another week or two so why don't you just visit some orphans or do whatever it is you do for fun? Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Got to go... PARTY CALLS! Wooooo! LIBERTY Really.. Really? A drunk dial … well …. whatEVER I don’t really care about it cause you’re a sad drunk sack of a man So Laissez les Bontemps roulez You just have your day of it Guess what… I’m gonna get away with it And I’ll take everything And I won’t even have to pay for it And while your sticky fingers were in the beignets Mine were a’planning my triumphant day of debut Into my world of organized crime I’ll excel at it too so much better than you I'll take everything, and I will get my way I got the tricks of the trade I’ll take everything This is my lucky day so you just stay away I’ll take everything Like a tiny small ninja I’ll make my escape Got my a tete a tete with the bank I’ll take everything LIBERTY - WISH YOU WERE HERE by Dr. Lindyke and Denise Hudson LAST BADASS VOICEMAIL (heroic rock) …. Duet thing…. ------------------------------------------------------------- Liberty! You've gone too far! You've taken what is mine The gold is nothing... but you stole my reputation as the King of Crime This is MY town! This is MY turf! You're NOTHING without me! If you want to play the villain game, perhaps you should pay the fee! Will you still love the excitement in a cell of five by ten? With a regemented schedule... how will you feel then? And it will be I, BARON VON BADASS, there to save the day To clap your hands in irons and sequester you away And I will bring you to justice! I will bring you to justice! And I can place this telephone call If you can hear my voice at all If your brain can hold a thought, consider this I know where you live!

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Musical Road Trip - Write a song using at least three different ethnic styles. The music from each of the three parts of the song should give the listeners a mental image of a place or group of people from a certain area. (at least 30 seconds each style) (3 minute minimum) (they had 10 days)

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released August 11, 2010

Album art by Ashley Scott

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