TALES FROM SIXTH & CLINTON
MANDOLIN MOON
G. Cagno – (Cagnotes Music – ASCAP)
& D. Brody – (Chase Me Dog Music- BMI)
ALL RIGHT IF THIS IS WHAT WE’VE COME TO
DON’T PUT IT OFF ONE MORE DAY
WE SAW IT COMING A MILE AWAY
TAKE A BREAK FROM THIS FOOLISH FUSSING
TRYING TO FORCE IT TO FIT
I’M PERFECTLY WILLING TO BACK OFF A BIT
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YOU TAKE YOUR TIME AND YOU MAKE THE RIGHT DECISION
YOU KNOW WHERE I’LL BE I PRESUME
I’LL BE RIGHT HERE, UNDER THE MANDOLIN MOON
NOW I CAN’T SAY I’M NOT DISAPPOINTED
YOU CANNOT SAY THAT YOU’RE RELIEVED
WHO KNOWS WHAT FORTUNE IS KEEPING UP IT’S SLEEVE
NOW DON’T GET HUNG UP ON DETAILS
WHO TREATED THE OTHER ONE WORSE
THAT’S A SCENE WE DO NOT NEED TO REHEARSE
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BRIDGE
YOU TAKE YOUR TIME YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF
YOU TAKE YOUR TIME YOU’VE TAKEN EVERYTHING ELSE
NOW IT’S LATE AND I’M WAITING IN DARKNESS
AND I GAVE UP WATCHING THE CLOCK
IT DOESN’T MATTER I THINK MY WATCH HAS STOPPED
I’LL BE HERE WHERE WE MET IN MOONLIGHT
TRYING TO GET BACK ON TRACK
BUT WHAT IF YOU NEVER, NEVER COME BACK
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HOLLYWOOD COMES TO HOBOKEN
G. CAGNO – (CAGNOTES MUSIC – BMI)
HEY RON HOWARD WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA
I SEEM TO REMEMBER I WAS PARKED RIGHT OVER HERE
YOUR BIG MOVIE PRODUCTION, CAME TO MY LITTLE TOWN
WHEN I GOT BACK HOME TONIGHT, MY CAR WAS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND
JACK WHO DROVE THE RYDER TOLD ME GIBSON’S IN THE FLICK, AND MEL HAD JUST HAD HIS APPENDIX PULLED
SO IT WASN’T GOING QUICK
HE WAS PARKED OUTSIDE MY PLACE
SO I OFFERED HIM A BEER
AS WE SHOT THE BREEZE I REALIZED, MY CAR HAD ONCE BEEN HERE
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I GOT TOWED BY OPIE
RITCHIE CUTTINGHAM TOWED ME
I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE I WAS HERE BEFORE YOU
YOU’RE A BIG SHOT DIRECTOR
AND I’M JUST A RENTER
BUT I’D APPRECIATE MY WHEELS BACK WHEN YOU’RE THROUGH
HEY RICHIE CUTTINGHAM, I GOTTA SAY THIS REALLY SUCKS
THE TOWING PLUS THE TICKET SET ME BACK A HUNDRED BUCKS
MAC THE COP SAID HE’D BUZZED ME, BUT I HADN’T BEEN AROUND
I’D BEEN OUT MAKING MONEY, I’D SOON BE GIVIN TO THE TOWN
SO HE OFFERED ME A RIDE, TO THE POUND AS APOLOGY
DROPPED ME OFF AT THE GATE WHERE THE GUARD DOG TRIED TO BITE ME.
THE GUY BEHIND THE DESK TRIED TO TACK ON 15 CLAMS
AT 2 A.M. ON THURSDAY JUST WHAT I NEED’S ANOTHER SCAM
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BRIDGE
THIS KIND OF STUFF NEVER HAPPENED IN MAYBERRY
THIS KIND OF STUFF ONLY SEEMS TO HAPPEN TO ME
WOULD YOU HAVE TOWED THE FONZ IF HE WAS IN YOUR WAY?
I GUESS I AIN’T HIM AND THIS IS NOT A HAPPY DAY
HEY THERE OPIE, I’LL LET YOU EARN MY RESPECT BACK
IF YOU’LL PUT MY NEW SONG ON YOUR LATEST SOUNDTRACK
& I WOULD CALL IT EVEN, THIS INTRUSION ON MY LIFE
YOU HAVING MY VW HAULED OFF BY BARNIE FIFE
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JUNKYARD REUNION
G. CAGNO – (CAGNOTES MUSIC – BMI)
I WENT SHOPPING WITH MY DAD
IT WAS THE LONGEST TIME WE’D HAD
IN QUITE A WHILE, YOU SEE WE DON’T TALK THAT MUCH
WE DON’T CALL MUCH, DON’T WRITE
IT’S OK IT’S NOT LIKE WE FIGHT
IT’S JUST THE BUSYNESS AND DISTANCES HAVE FOUND US OUT OF TOUCH
BUT THIS DAY WE BOTH FOUND THE TALK
IN ALL THE AISLES THAT WE WALKED
THINGS WERE DIFFERENT AS IT WASN’T FORCED OR HARD
IT COULD’VE BEEN THE COMMON GROUND
THE PLACE WE LOOKED AND THEN WE FOUND
WE SPENT THE AFTERNOON TOGETHER AT THE JUNKYARD
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IT WAS JUST MY DAD & ME
IT WAS JUST WHAT WE BOTH NEEDED
FINDING OUT WHAT WE’VE BEEN MISSIN’
PULLING PARTS OFF THAT AND THIS ONE
IN WAYS I’M JUST LIKE DAD
IN SAVING EVERYTHING WE’VE HAD
& WE TELLING STORIES THAT PAUSE / HALFWAY THROUGH
THE JUNKYARD GAVE US SPACE
TO SPIN OUR TALES AT OUR OWN PACE
AND TO PICK UP AND ADMIRE THINGS
WE KNEW WE’D NEVER USE
BUT WE ALSO SHARE THE HABIT
OF HIDING BEHIND SILENCE A BIT
TRYING TO KEEP QUIET RATHER THAN SHOW WHEN YOU’RE TORN
NOT WANTING TO BE A BURDEN
IT’S BETTER OFF NOT BEING HEARD
& IRONY WOULD HAVE IT WE WERE BOTH LOOKING FOR A HORN
CHORUS
I WENT SHOPPING WITH MY DAD
IT WAS THE LONGEST TIME WE’D HAD
IN QUITE A WHILE, YOU SEE THERE’S NOT MUCH TO SPEND
BUT WE BOTH FOUND OUR PARTS
TOOK THEM HOME AND FIXED THE CARS
& IT WAS JUST A BIT SAD TO SEE THE DAY END
BUT NOW WE BOTH HAVE A WAY
TO SIGNAL WHEN WE NEED A DAY
TO CATCH UP WITH THE OTHER ONE TO SEE WHAT HAS CHANGED
WHEN I’M AWAY I’LL SING THIS TUNE
AND RECALL OUR JUNKYARD REUNION AND EVERYTIME YOU HONK YOUR HORN DAD YOU CAN DO THE SAME
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THUNDERSTORMS (The Florida Song)
G. Cagno – (Cagnotes Music – BMI)
WELL FRIEND I MADE IT
I MEAN SURVIVED THE TRIP
21 HOURS ON 15 MINUTES SLEEP
I FELT MY NERVES AND STRANGE, DRIVING OUT OF RANGE
TO BREAK A HABIT AND KEEP THE CHANGE
HOME’S A TINY CEILING, I FOUND A CHEAP SHACK
THAT MAKES THE BREAK WHOLE, NEVER GOING BACK
MY ONLY WORRY ANYMORE, WILL BE A QUESTION OF THE SCORE
AND HOW TO PUT A FOOT THROUGH THE DOOR
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I AM RICH AND I AM POOR, MY WORLD’S SWITCHED BACKWARDS FROM BEFORE
I TRADED SAFETY FOR SOMETHING THAT MEANS SO MUCH MORE
BUT THINGS ARE COOL AND IT IS WARM, AND I LIKE THESE THUNDERSTORMS
AND I’M SURE THIS IS WHY I WAS BORN
I’M WORKING DOWNTOWN, THAT SMALL TOWN IT IS
TO MAKE RENT MIXING POISON FOR RETIREES
THE CONVERSATION IS TAME, BUT IT’S TRUE ALL THE SAME
AND I GET TO AVOID THEIR MISTAKES IN THE GAME
I’VE LOOKED AND I’VE SEEN, AND NOTHING CAN COMPARE
TO THE SPEED AND THE ACTION THAT YOU’VE GOT UP THERE
NOW I’M A STRANGER SWINGING, AT WHAT THE DARK IS BRINGING
AND BROTHER I KNOW YOU UNDERSTAND MY THINKING
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BRIDGE
SO FAR I’VE BEEN, THE MOST UNLUCKY PERSON
BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I WON’T MAKE THINGS HAPPEN
YOU DO NOT NEED TO CALL, JUST THOUGHT I’D REFLECT
JUST TO AFFIRM MYSELF AND RECOLLECT
WITH A ROLLING JUMP START, I LEFT TO FOLLOW MY HEART
AND THE GLORY OF LEAVING WAS THE EASY PART
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FROM HERE
G. Cagno – (Cagnotes Music – BMI)
FROM HERE I CAN SEE THE MOVIES STICKING TO THE FLOOR
FROM HERE I CAN HEAR THE DJS SAY A LITTLE MORE
I CAN SMELL THE COFFEE AND THE POT
GET A LITTLE SLEEP AND DREAM A LOT
AND LOOK IN FRONT OF WHAT I’VE GOT
FROM HERE I CAN READ THE PAPERS THEY GIVE ‘EM OUT FOR FREE
FROM HERE I CAN CUT THE WIRES CONNECTING YOU TO ME
I CAN LOCK THE WINDOWS AND THE DOORS
I CAN DO MY LAUNDRY WITH THE WHORES
AND JUSTIFY WITH RENT I CAN AFFORD
BRIDGE
NOT THAT I’M COMPLAINING MIND YOU
I’M FREE TO LEAVE ANY DAY
THINK AHEAD AND LOOK BEHIND YOU
I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO MAKES ME STAY
FROM HERE YOU CAN SEE IT LEAVING BEFORE IT’S EVEN LEFT
FROM HERE YOU CAN SEE THE THIEVING BEFORE IT’S A THEFT
AND IT’S NOT FOR ME BUT IT’S THE TRUTH
THAT YOU CAN STEAL AN EYE AND SELL A TOOTH
DON’T ACT SO SURPRISED IT’S NOTHING NEW
THE GRIND
G.Cagno (Cagnotes Music-BMI)
PETER WEARS HIS SUIT AND TIE
AND HE GETS THE KNOT RIGHT WITH JUST ONE TRY
HIS WINGS GET WET IN THE SNOW AND RAIN
AND SLEEP HE GETS ON THE COMMUTER TRAIN
IT’S A SHORT RIDE TO A BUSY STATE
HE GOES IN EARLY COMES HOME LATE
THEY PAY 9 TO 5 AND THE REST’S FOR FREE
AND THAT’S NOT HOW IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE
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“I’LL GIVE THEM DAYS AND I’LL TAKE THE NIGHTS
AND I’LL STAY OUT LATE SOMETIMES IN SPITE
BUT I’LL BLOCK IT OUT WHEN THE WEEKEND’S HERE
AND LAUGH IT OFF OVER SOME BEER
THINK ABOUT A NEW CAREER
GET ME OUT OF HERE
HE’S GOT THE GREYS BUT NOT THE AGE
HE GETS THE WORK BUT NOT THE WAGE
HE LAYS DOWN BITTER WAKES UP TIRED
AND DREAMS EACH NIGHT OF BEING FIRED
CAUSE HE DON’T LIKE THE WAY HE GETS
WHEN STRESS DICTATES HIS WHOLE MINDSET
THE GRIND IS SCRAPING DOWN HIS SOUL
AND TURNING HIM INTO A REAL ASSHOLE
CHORUS
BRIDGE
2 DAYS FOR THE BEE AND 5 FOR THE HIVE
10 DAYS OFF, WORK 355
THE WORK IS LONG THE PLAY IS GONE
THE BOSS THE CROOK AND HE’S THE PAWN
16 TONS WHAT DO YOU GET
ANOTHER DAY OLDER DEEPER IN DEBT
BABY DON’T YOU CALL ME I CAN’T GO
I OWE MY SOUL TO THE COMPANY STORE*
CHORUS
* ADAPTED FROM “SIXTEEN TONS” MERLE TRAVERS © 1947
WHEN I’M DANCING (GINGER)
G.Cagno (Cagnotes Music-BMI)
FLYING OUT THE FRONT DOOR FLAILING FOR A CAB
FINGERNAILS & FAKE FUR FALLING OFF
BEGGING FOR A RIDE TO TAKE HER OUT TO HIDE
FROM HER COMPLICATED SIDE AND SMOKER’S COUGH
CHORUS
SHE SAID THE MORE THAT I GO OUT
THE MORE I CAN KEEP IN
AND I DON’T HAVE TO PRETEND WHEN I’M DANCING
AT 10 I’M GINGER ROGERS
AND BY 1 I’M GINGER LYNN
AND TOMORROW I’LL BE GONE WHEN THE ALARM RINGS
HARM HANGS OVER HALF HER HEAD OF HARDENED HAIR
STUCK-UP BYTHE SPRAY & SMOKE & SLIME
SHE HAD IT LONG AND CURLY AND SHE TEASED IT TO THE MOON
THEN CHOPPED IT OFF AT ASTOR TO SAVE TIME
CHORUS
SHE’S GOT A SHIFTING SET OF VALUES AND A SHITTY SENSE OF TIME
AND A SIMPLE TASTE IN SEX THAT SUITS HER FINE
SHE USED TO READ THE BIBLE AND SHE USED TO READ BURROUGHS
BUT NOW SHE ONLY READS BETWEEN THE LINES
CHORUS
MINGUS DIED IN MEXICO
C. Bauman (BMI) & G.Cagno (Cagnotes Music-BMI)
THE WATER RIPS A STEADY LINE
FROM THE SUBTLE CHIME OF A SUICIDE
SPICED TAMALES AND SKINS OF WINE
ON THE GRINGO BEACH AT SIESTA TIME
STACCATO NOTES STACKED IN TWOS
SCRATCH THE SKY WITH MITCHELL BLUE
SPARKLING SANDS THAT SHIFT AND GROW
WHERE MINGUS DIED IN MEXICO
CARPE DIEM OF A SINISTER SORT
CERVEZA, SENIOR, LA FESTIVAL DE MUERTE
GRINNING SKULLS IN THE VILLAGE SQUARE
EYE THE BODIES TWITCHING ON THE ROPES DOWN THERE
THE MARIACHI SWIRLS THROUGH A MINOR SCORE
DANCE AND SIGH AND BREATHE NO MORE
A RAVEN WINKS BUT WILL NOT GO
WHERE MINGUS DIED IN MEXICO
A REQUIEM GRINDS IN GENTLE GRUNTS
THE SHUFFLE AND CHANTS OF THE THELONIOUS MONKS
THEY STIR THE POT OF THE FISHY SEA
AWASH WITH THE YACHTS OF THE BOURGEOISIE
THE CATHOLIC CHRIST ON AN INNOCENT CROSS
WITH CRUSTING BLOOD OF A PARADISE LOST
THE CHARTS WILL HINT BUT NOT QUITE SHOW
WHERE MINGUS DIED IN MEXICO
A SHIVER WILL SLICE THE HAND WITH A PEN
AND DRIP PURPLE MEMORIES THAT WITHER WITHIN
A MELODY MOUNTING AGAIN AND AGAIN
A CLIMBING CRESCENDO THAT SHOOTS THROUGH THE WIND…
AND THE DEEPENING DRONE OF THIS TREBLE TONE
IT LONGS AND IT LINGERS OVER LINES IT HAS KNOWN
IT’S TELLING YOU ALL WHAT YOU ALREADY KNOW
AND MINGUS LIES DEAD IN MEXICO
ODE TO MRS. CLAUS’ JOY
G.Cagno (Cagnotes Music-BMI) & C. Bauman (BMI)
THERE’S TENSION AT THE POLE TONIGHT THE ELVES ARE ALL REMISS
THEY FEAR FOR THEIR JOBS WHEN THE BOSS’ WIFE’S LIKE THIS
EACH CHRISTMAS EVE SHE WATCHES SANTA PACK THE SLEIGH
THEN STAYS AT THE POLE ALONE UNTIL CHRISTMAS DAY
TOO MANY YEARS OF THIS HAD STARTED GETTING OLD
SO MRS. CLAUS DECIDED THIS YEAR SHE’D BREAK THE MOLD
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MRS. CLAUS IS WEARING RED TONIGHT, SHE’S SERIOUS
JUST BECAUSE SHE’S SANTA’S WIFE, DON’T MEAN SHE CAN’T MEAN BUS-I-NESS
SHE’S SABOTAGED THE SLEIGH AND ALL THE REINDEER GAMES SHE FIXED
THE KIDS ARE GONNA HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL 26TH
WHAT’S ONE MORE DAY TO ALL THE BOYS AND GIRLS
SHE’S GONNA SPREAD A LOT JOY TO THE WORLD
SHE SAID I’M TIRED OF SITTIN’ ALL ALONE WITH THESE STUPID ELVES
THEY SAY SIZE DON’T COUNT I’M NOT SO SURE OF THAT MYSELF
I’VE GOT WANTS & I’VE GOT NEEDS
THIS YEAR IT’S MORE THAN KIDS THAT SANTA’S GONNA HAVE TO PLEASE
MORE THAN THAT CHIMNEY THAT HE’S GONNA HAVE TO SQUEEZE
THOSE MILK AND COOKIES JUST CAN’T COMPETE WITH ME
CHORUS
SANTA PULLED OUT HIS LIST & HE CHECKED IT TWICE
SHE’D SLIPPED IN A NOTE, LET’S GET NAUGHTY ON THE ICE
HE CAUTIOUSLY WENT INSIDE TO WISH MRS. C GOODNIGHT
HE DIDN’T HAVE THE TIME FOR WHAT SHE HAD IN MIND
HE FOUND HER WRAPPED IN JUST THE BLANKET FROM UNDERNEATH THE TREE
SHE SAID “IS THAT A FRUIT CAKE IN YOUR POCKET OR ARE YOU JUST GLAD TO SEE ME”
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THANK YOU TUNE
G.Cagno (Cagnotes Music-BMI)
I MET YOU WHEN I WAS 15
AND WITH YOU I LEARNED EVERYTHING
& I WON’T FORGET THE TIME YOU’VE SHARED WITH ME
THANKS FOR THE YEARS OF ENDURANCE
FROM HOT TO COLD TO BAD PERFORMANCE
BECAUSE OF YOU I’VE BECOME WHO YOU SEE
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HEY OLD GUITAR, YOU’VE GOT A PLACE IN MY HEART
SO HERE’S A SIMPLE THANK YOU TUNE FOR THE TIME
HEY OLD GUITAR, YOU’RE NOT BEING REPLACED IN MY HEART
PART OF YOU IS IN MY HANDS AND IN MY LINES
REMEMBER HOW WE USED TO TRY
HERE COMES THE SUN AND CLOSE YOUR EYES
MY FINGERS WEARING YEARS INTO YOUR WOOD
THROUGH GOOD & BAD YOU’RE A SURVIVOR
FROM TWO MAN SOCK TO BACKROAD DRIVER
YOU STAYED WITH ME AND LET ME KNOW I COULD
CHORUS/BREAK
NOW SHE’S BECOME MY NEW PERFORMER
AND YOU STAND WAITING IN THE CORNER
& I’M AFRAID I WON’T SEE YOU AS MUCH
AND I’LL TAKE HER WHERE WE USED TO GO
AND PLAY THE SONGS THAT YOU AND I WROTE
BUT MUSIC WILL ALWAYS KEEP US IN TOUCH
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HOBOKEN LULLABY
G.Cagno (Cagnotes Music-BMI)
PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY PILLOW
SAY GOODNIGHT
YOU’VE HAD ANOTHER LONG DAY
AND SO HAVE I
I WILL KEEP YOU WARM DEAR
REST YOUR WEARY HEAD HERE
I’LL SING A HOBOKEN LULLABYE
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SLEEP LONG, SLEEP TIGHT
HEAR THE VOICES OF THE NIGHT
DREAM SWEET, DREAM TRUE
IGNORE THE THINGS THAT KEEP ON WAKING YOU
PUT MY PILLOW ON YOUR HEAD
SAY GOODNIGHT, AGAIN…
THERE GOES ANOTHER AMBULANCE
ANOTHER FIRE ENGINE
ALARMS ARE LOUD AND CLEAR NOW
MY ARMS ARE ON MY EARS NOW
IT’S A HOBOKEN LULLABYE
SO… (CHORUS)