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Waterfall
It's been raining for a fortnight or longer
And every day the pressure's getting stronger
All the houses slowly sink into water
We have enough to drink
But the food is getting shorter
[CHORUS]
WATERFALL- Here's another day
WATERFALL- The sun has turned away
The sky has opened up the doors
St. Peter's trying to sweep the floors
He sent a million raindrops on their way
WATERFALL - Here we go again
WATERFALL - it never seems to end
We used to drive but now we float
So sell your car and buy a boat
But you can't escape the pouring rain
Everybody's looking for a solution
The weather experts, The Department of Pollution
On the news they said there's no need to worry
There's nothing we can do
Just learn to swim in a hurry
[CHORUS]
WATERFALL - Here's another day
WATERFALL- The sun has turned away
The sky has opened up the doors
St. Peter's trying to sweep the floors
He sent a million raindrops on their way
He sent them on their way
And it rains and it rains
It rains all day
The cities are washed away
And it rains and it rains
It rains all night
It rains all the time
[CHORUS]
WATERFALL - Here's another day
WATERFALL - The sun has turned away
The sky has opened up the doors
St. Peter's trying to sweep the floors
He sent a million raindrops on their way
WATERFALL - Here we go again
WATERFALL - It never seems to end
We used to drive but now we float
So sell your car and buy a boat
And if you buy a second one
It could turn out as lots of fun
And never mind the pouring rain
lead vocals by barry palmer;
backing vocals by santiago;
belltree, tambourine & trimbales by
malando gassama;
(Oh, I’m)
Late Again
It seems it's been a long long time
Since I have had to be home at nine
I always made it - but too late
And that has been my share of fate
And still I know I will be there
I might be late which isn't fair
It does annoy those friends of mine
When I always say I'll be on time
[CHORUS]
I never can make it right on time
There's always something in my way
You have to believe that I really try
But it happens to me every day
And I know you don't give a damn
Here we go, Oh I'm late again
On Friday afternoon at four
My bank locks up the entrance door
I need some cash to pay the rent
Of course I'm late - no happy end
The banker is a friend of mine
He knows I'm never there in time
So I start knocking on his door
'cos after all it's only a quarter past four
[CHORUS]
It happened once that I wasn't late
Which is the other side of fate
I met this girl and right away
I told her what I had to say
And ever since we went along
Sometimes we're late, sometimes right on
And while I'm writing down this song
She stands there waiting for me
[CHORUS]
horns & woodwinds arrangeti & directed by
michael andreas; cabasa. shaker, tambourine,
vibraslap & voice by malando gassama;
Jo Ann Walker
Jo Ann Walker was a girl of trade
She had friends all over town
Jo Ann knew it was a stroke of fate
That she had to walk the streets up and down
And every time a car would stop
Sweet Jo Ann just waved hello
She'd get in and tell him where to go
Jo Ann Walker goes around all over town
Everybody knew about Jo Ann
'cos everyone had passed the word around
In the streets she'd cause a traffic jam
She was a queen and the talk of the town
And every time a car would stop
Sweet Jo Ann just waved hello
She'd get in and tell him where to go
Jo Ann Walker goes around
Walking and walking up and down
Walking and walking all around
She'd get in and tell him where to go
Lovely Jo Ann Walker goes around
And every time a car would stop
Sweet Jo Ann just waved hello
She'd get in and tell him where to go
Jo Ann Walker goes around
She started out at noon almost every day
And sweet Jo Ann would work 'til late at night
But then one day
She just turned away
And Jo Ann Walker was a girl no more
And he didn't have a single friend in town
His name was Andrew and he knew the score
About the girls that walk the streets up and down
And every time he stopped his car
Sweet young girls would say hello, oh no
strings arranged & directed by gordon marron;
tambourine & cowbell by malando gassama;
electric guitar by ed carter; backing vocals
by diana lee, marty mccall & myrna matthews;
flugelhorn solo by mark isham; marimba by
matthias holtmann
For You
Words can't describe what I feel
When I'm alone with you at night
Words seem to fail
A single smile upon your face
Will make my day
Words don't explain what it means
To hold you in my arms again
Words cannot say
How I love to be with you
In every way
l fly if you will see me I'm getting high on love and feeling
I take your hand
I hold your face
Your lips feel soft
Let's make it last for days
Higher 'than the eagle
We'll fly away with love and feeling
And I can't wait until you see me
See me again
There are times when we're apart
And when I think of you
I hold my pounding heart
And all l want to do
Is to be close you
And every time it's like a brand new start
Words don't explain what it means
To hold you in my arms again
Words cannot say
How I love to be with you
In every way
I fly if you will see me
I'm getting high on love and feeling
I take your hand
And hold your face
Your lips feel soft
Let's make it last for days
Higher that the eagle
We'll fly away with love and feeling
Yes I can wait until you see me again
strings arranged and directed by gordon marron;
choir directed by bill cole: choir arranged by
jürgen fritz; belltree, tambourines, gong &
cymbal by malando gassama;
I Don’t Even Know Your Name
[CHORUS]
Every time we go out together
The end of the night is the same.
You're always getting into fights with whoever
And I don't even know your name
I'm sick and tired of watching kings and queens
And I've had it with this stupid game
Your hair is a mess and your legs are all scratched
And I don't even know your name
No I don't even know your name
I told you right away
There was something wrong in here
I didn't want to stay
But you had to have another beer
I don't mind 'cos I've tried to keep it cool
But you've got to get me out of here
'cos I ain't the fool
[CHORUS]
If I'm the joker in your card game
It slipped your mind to let me know the rules
It's no fun to play the jolly joker
When you feel that you are being used
You just smile at me and then you play around
But you've got to get me out of here
And I won't make a sound
[CHORUS]
Well I told you right away
I'm not the kind of guy who is that strong
All your he-man friends are laughing
Now they've put me where I seem to belong
Now let me tell you I'm not going to sweep this floor
So you better get me out of here
Oh you better get me out of here
Well you've got to get me out of here
Right out of the door
[CHORUS] till fade
lead vocals by barry palmer; horns arranged
and directed by michael andreas; tambourine
congas, vibraslap & assorted percussion by
malando gassama; electric guitar by
wolfgang maus;
A Bavarian in New York
I was in bed when someone kicked my head
Don't know why
He held a gun in his hand
And spun it, like a spy
I didn't know what to do
But somewhere in my mind
I knew that when somebody held a gun at you
You're likely to die
He said "Boy, I think you better
Get out of that bed"
He left no doubt
"I ain't messin' around" so he said
I didn't know what to do
But somewhere in my mind
I knew that when somebody held a gun at you
You're likely to die
Yeah I jumped out of bed
And made him get down on his knees
No, he wasn't prepared
Because he only had one eye left to see
And I had the gun by now
I pointed at his eye
He didn't know what to do
But somewhere in his mind...
This story's inclined to tell you
Guns are no good when you're blind
strings arranged & directed by gordon marron;
horns & woodwinds arranged & directed by
michael andreas;
Original Soundtrack from the Movie OCSID
(Which was never made...)
[Instrumental]
horns arranged & directed by michael andreas;
congas & cowbell by malando gassama
Darlin’
by Brian Wilson & Mike Love
I know if words could say
Then Darlin' I'd find a way
To let you know what you meant to me
I guess it was meant to be
I hold you in my heart
As life's most precious part
Oh Darlin'
I dream about you often my pretty gold hair
1 love the way you soften my
Love to love your precious love
I was living like half a man
Then I couldn't love but now I can
You pick me up when I was feeling sad
More soul that I ever had
I'm gonna love you every single night
Because I think you're too out of sight
Oh Darlin'
I dream about you often my pretty gold hair
I love the way you soften my
Love to love your precious love
I'm gonna love you every single night (yes I will)
‘cause I think you're too out of sight
Oh Darlin'
I dream about you often my pretty gold hair
I love the way you soften my
Love to love your precious love
repeat till fade
lead vocals by barry palmer; backing vocals by
santiago: horns arranged & directed by michael
andreas: saxes by charly schlimbach; sax solo
by michael andreas: trumpet solo by richard
hurwitz: tambourine by jürgen fritz;
electric guitars by wolfgang maus & ed carter:
Good bye
I'm aware that some of you
Who'll hear this song
Will wonder where I got it from
And yes, I know that this melody
Has a certain similiarity
With You-know-what
I'm just tryin' to let my heart describe
What music schools fail to supply
It's hard to see at twenty-five
That you have to start all over
But I don't mind, I don't mind
Because I think I'm gonna be alright
There may come what may
I'll let it be
And I know it's gonna work out fine
Oh it's nice, it's so nice
To sit and think about the fitting rhymes
I may have to here and there
Just stretch a chord or two
But boy, it feels so nice
I think I've jumped this fence before
And hurt my leg
Which didn't bother me at all
I kept on running miles on end
And didn't stop
Which was the real stupid way
So they say
Well I made it to my friends in time
But they had left I could have cried
1 sat there with a swollen knee
And the pain had been all wasted
But I don't mind, I don't mind
Because I think I'm gonna be alright
There may come what may
I'll let it be
And I know it's gonna work out fine
Oh It's nice, it's so nice
To sit and think about the fitting rhymes
I may have to here and there
Just stretch a chord or two
But boy it feels so nice
So good bye, good bye
I will never quit I'll keep on tryin'
Because I love myself much too much
And I'm sure that you won't mind
congas & maracas by malando gassama;
wood blocks & marimba by matthias holtmann;
strings arranged & directed by gordon marron;
electric guitar by wolfgang maus
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