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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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)
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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….
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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)