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Come On Camille
02:47
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Lyrics:
Come on come on come on Camilla
I wanna show you my pet gorilla
Come on come on come on Camilly
All I wanna do is dance Free Willy with you
When I was young my mother smothered me with love
And that’s the reason for my rage
I had to beat my father at cribbage every night
When I won that crib, I got this cage…. So
Come on come on come on Camilla
I wanna show you my pet gorilla
Come on come on come on Camilly
All I wanna do is dance Free Willy with you
William Shakespeare managed to sublimate his drive
He kept his pencil in his hand
Winning at cribbage taught me control:
How 2 be th first post in th last hole
Now all I wanna do is de-flora, de-fauna de land so
So Come on come on whatever your name is
Shaking this spear will be making us famous
O -C –A- M- I- L- L- E
Camill Camille camilla camelly
It’s the rhythm of love and they just can’t wean us
I got a new dance called the Merchant of Venus
Come on come on come on Camilla!
Come on come on come on Camilla!
Come on come on come on Camilla!
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2. |
Fishing Song
02:56
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Lyrics:
Going down the road in the back of a ford with a girlfriend in the back seat
My very best friend was driving us when my girl took her shoes off her feet
And we all went wooooo
We all did diddle all day
Turn yourself around laugh it all down and we all did diddle all day.
Get the fishing pole found the fishing hole,
friend put his line in the stream
girl on the bank put her foot in the water
fish jumped and she started to scream
Get the bread and wine frm the basket yea
Gonna eat it raw some body joked
Lordy what a line no need to ask it
that fish is already smoked…
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3. |
Sweet Aphrodite
03:04
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Lyrics:
Last night I dreampt sweet Aphrodite
Was in my bed without her nightie
Considering the hour, it was normal
I myself was dressed informal
And all my strength and vain composure
Crumbled before such fair exposure
One smile could seduce the most chaste lamas
Not to mention lack of said pajamas
I knew that I’d succumb to such fair cupid
After all I might be dumb, but im not stupid
Before her eyes the poets stammer
Even Diogenes was enamoured
When she showed me a rose of a special genus
Only grows ‘neath the mountains of venus
Last night I dreampt sweet Aphrodite
Was in my bed without her nightie
This morning I awoke and to my consternation
It was all just a frigment of my imagination
A counterfeit libation- A frigment of my imagination
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O! My aged Uncle Arly!
Sitting on a heap of Barley
Thro' the silent hours of night,--
Close beside a leafy thicket:--
On his nose there was a Cricket,--
In his hat a Railway-Ticket;--
(But his shoes were far too tight.)
Long ago, in youth, he squander'd
All his goods away, and wander'd
To the Tiniskoop-hills afar.
There on golden sunsets blazing,
Every morning found him gazing,--
Singing -- "Orb! you're quite amazing!
How I wonder what you are!"
Like the ancient Medes and Persians,
Always by his own exertions
He subsisted on those hills;--
Whiles, -- by teaching children spelling,--
Or at times by merely yelling,--
Or at intervals by selling
"Propter's Nicodemus Pills."
Later, in his morning rambles
He perceived the moving brambles--
Something square and white disclose;--
"Twas a First-class Railway Ticket;
But, on stooping down to pick it
Off the ground, -- a pea-green Cricket
settled on my uncle's Nose.
Never -- never more, -- Oh! never,
Did that Cricket leave him ever,--
Morning or evening, noon or night;--
Clinging as a constant treasure,--
Chirping with a cheerious measure,--
Wholly to my uncle's pleasure
(Though his shoes were far too tight.)
On a little heap of Barley
Died my aged uncle Arly,
And we buried him that night;--
Close beside the leafy thicket;--
There, -- his hat and Railway-Ticket;--
There, -- his ever-faithful Cricket;--
(But his shoes were far too tight.)
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5. |
Special Gifts
03:22
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lyrics:
Love passes by like wind through the lilacs
Like birdsong through cotton, like dust through the trees
We reach out for love hoping we’re not forgotten
With our own special gift and our own special need
Our fathers and mothers, our sisters and brothers
Are building a boat from a basket of reeds
On the river of life, there’s 2 oars keep us moving
Our own special gift and our own special need
Love takes our hand and walks us through wonder
Shows us sweet sorrow, brings us to our knees
Just like yesterday was once a tomorrow,
some too old to say thank you, some too young to say please
Our fathers and mothers, our sisters and brothers
Are building a boat from a basket of reeds
On the river of life, there’s 2 oars keep us moving
Our own special gift and our own special need
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6. |
Never Too Old To Love
04:29
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lyrics
the day may come when I’m too old to Kiss you
When I’m too weak to hold you in my arms
hey hey hey, believe me when I say….
When I was young I had a big dream
That whenever I wanted, there’d be peaches and cream
Where-ever I went it was always downstream
It’s earlier than you think, things are better than they seem
Now I’m too old to be so glib
But I know the difference ‘tween a lie and a fib
Though I’m too old to sleep in a crib
But the days are coming back when I’m gonna need a bib
And the day may come when I’m too old to Kiss you
When I’m too weak to hold you in my arms
hey hey hey believe me when I say, ay ay
you’re never too old never too old never too old to love
you’re never too old never too old never too old to love
hey hey, believe me when I say….
When I was young I had a world view
that went out through my nose, nothing past it getting through
I thought I was immortal, I was only 22
How was I know to know it was actually true?
And the day may come when I’m too old to Kiss you
When I’m too weak to rock you in my arms
hey hey hey believe me when I say, ay ay
you’re never too old never too old never too old to love
you’re never too old never too old never too old to love
hey hey, believe me when I say….
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7. |
Pull Me Up
03:14
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pull me up to heaven
if you get there first
grab my heart and pull it up
before it bursts
pull me up to heaven
if you get there first
pull me up and fill my cup
cause I probably died of thirst
pull me up to heaven if you see me running late
just tell St. Peter to go check his meter and finesse me through that gate
pull me up to heaven if you get there first
pull me up and fill my cup cause I probably died of thirst
I've got a thirst for compassion
I've got a thirst for the truth
I've got a thirst but it just gets worse
in this world of tooth for tooth
pull me up to heaven if you see me slipping down
just tell Satan to keep on waiting some friends of mine want to see me uptown
pull me up to heaven if you get there first
pull me up and fill my cup cause I probably died of thirst
I've got a thirst for compassion I've got a thirst for the truth
I've got a thirst but it just gets worse in this world of tooth for tooth
grab my heart and pull me up
I need a drink from your loving cup
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8. |
Great Dreams From Heaven
01:52
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I had a great dream from heaven last night
all of God's children were happy and bright
all of God's children walked in the light
in a great dream from heaven last night
every voice was heard when it cried
and every teardrop was counted and dried
every heart glowed from inside
in a great dream from heaven last night
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9. |
Right Wrong Things
04:43
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if life was always black and white
I'd turn on the light
and it would be okay
but looking out on this twilight world
full of tie dyed swirl
I don't know what to say
just remember silence is a virtue
and when you hit the bottom
that's where you find your wings
and it's a devil's song
that the angel sings
and i love you darling
cause you do all the right wrong things
it's complicated ya I know
but it just goes to show
you never know what's true
everybody'd like to follow something
they'd like to swallow something
but they don't like to chew
just remember ...
and none of us will be released
not by magic and not by a preist
and even so with our myopic vision
we paint colours in the darkness of an unknown mission
if life was always black and white...
just remember..
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The Pobble who has no toes
Had once as many as we;
When they said, 'Some day you may lose them all;'--
He replied, -- 'Fish fiddle de-dee!'
And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink,
Lavender water tinged with pink,
For she said, 'The World in general knows
There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!'
The Pobble who has no toes,
Swam across the Bristol Channel;
But before he set out he wrapped his nose,
In a piece of scarlet flannel.
For his Aunt Jobiska said, 'No harm
Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
'And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes 'Are safe,
-- Provided he minds his nose.'
The Pobble swam fast and well
And when boats or ships came near him
He tinkedly-binkledy-winkled a bell
So that all the world could hear him.
And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,
When they saw him nearing the further side,--
'He has gone to fish for his Aunt Jobiska's
Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!'
But before he touched the shore,
The shore of the Bristol Channel,
A sea-green Porpoise carried away
His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
And when he came to observe his feet
( Formerly garnished with toes so neat )
His face at once became forlorn
On perceiving that all his toes were gone!
And nobody ever knew
From that dark day to the present,
Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes,
In a manner so far from pleasant.
Whether a shrimp or a crawfish gray,
Or a crafty Mermaid stole them away --
Nobody knew; and nobody knows
How the Pebble was robbed of his twice five toes!
The Pobble who has no toes
Was placed in a friendly barque,
And they rowed him back, and carried him up
To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.
And she made him a feast at his earnest wish
Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish;--
And she said,-- 'It's a fact the whole world knows,
'That Pobbles are happier without their toes.'
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11. |
Remembrance Day
04:20
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This is Remembrance Day
The rain’s falling down
Wearing November grey
We uncover lost ground
The wind it is getting cold
There’s a knife in the air
And when it all turns to snow
a new world’s lying there
They say the older that you get, the better you used to be
Nothing improves the past like time, looking forward to a memory
I just get better, I hear the sound of no hands clapping
I remember things before they even happen
After remembrance day
the future is new
Put your hands in the cold cold clay
make something new
Snow is a wedding dress
Mother earth father sun
Time will take it off again,
and make a new one
They say the older that you get, the better you used to be
Nothing improves the past like time, looking forward to a memory
My eyes just keep improving I can see over life’s wall
Even though it’s true I can’t get focused straight at all
So glorious oh,
So glorious oh…
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12. |
Skunk Song
03:40
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I want to tell you a story about a friend of mine
he was having himself a real tough time
he was feeling low and he couldn't get to sleep
because he smelled so sour and he wanted to smell sweet
yeah, there was a reason he stunk
that was because he was a skunk
now they say a skunk smells his own smell first
well he always did but he thought it was the worst
and soon he started hating himself
and he decided to seek professional help
yes he was almost in a state of paralysis
when he went to see the owl for some pyschoanowlysis
now Mr. Owl tried out the best of his knowledge
that he'd learned from his father and picked up in college
but when my friend the skunk rose up off that bench
he was still in the grips of that horrible stench
yes he was really in a rut
so he bought a big bottle of essence de peanut
and he rubbed it on his body till he filled every pore
and lo and behold he didn't stink any more
oh he was so happy just strutting down the trail
everybody mistook him for a peanut with a tail
no longer could the animals recognize his scent
and he was trampled to death by a hungry elephant
now that's a lesson we all should learn
if you're a fire you're made to burn
if you're a sponge you're bound to drink
and if you're a skunk you're made to stink
one ain't three and three ain't two
you can't be me and I can't be you
the only thing we can hope will save us
is to learn to sing with the voice God gave us
you got one life you ain't got nine
so let me in yours and I'll let you in mine
and when we sing lets sing differently
cause if we're all the same there'll be no harmony
yes that's a lesson to understand
you can't clap with just one hand
if you're an eye you're made to wink
but if you're a skunk you'd better stink
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The BoKays Rothesay, New Brunswick
the BoKays aren't slow and they aren't fast. They're kinda half-fast.
It's family band,
sort of. Sandy is the guitar player and sings a bit, Zara is the good singer. We dream of playing tunes with the grand/kids someday. That's really what it's all about.
We recorded this album full of tunes by our favourite song-writer and good friend Randy Sutherland.
Hope you like it.
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