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(Bob Ames created this page after creating the Poetry page. It's a lot of content to format so I've focused on just changing the headings to Wiki standard and fixing the internal links. Anyone who feels like cleaning up the line breaks etc. is welcome to do so!)

This page went through a major update in November 2005 when David Freeman picked apart every entry and looked up the attributions and lyrics.

Winter WonderlandEdit

Words: Dick Smith     Music: Felix Bernard  Intro: Over the ground lies a mantle of white, A heaven of diamonds shine down through the night Two hearts are thrillin' in spite of the chill in the weather. Love knows no season, love knows no clime, Romance can blossom any old time, Here in the open we're walking and hoping together! Together... Together...  to-geth-er...

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening In the lane, snow is glistening A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight Walkin' in a winter wonderland Gone away is the bluebird Here to stay is a new bird He sings a love song as we go along Walkin' in a winter wonderland In the meadow we can build a snowman Then pretend that he is Parson Brown He'll say are you married We'll so no man, But you can do the job when you're in town Later on we'll conspire  As we dream by the fire To face unafraid The plans that we made Walkin' in a winter wonderland

Mentioned in The Godwulf Manuscript ch. 11

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The Sweetheart of Sigma ChiEdit

Words by Byron D. Stokes     Music by F. Dudleigh Vernor

When the world goes wrong, as it's bound to do And you've broken Dan Cupid's bow And you long for the girl you used to love the maid of the long ago Why light your pipe, bid sorrow avaunt, Blow the smoke from your alter of dreams And wreathe the face of your dream-girl there The love that is just what it seems. The girl of my dreams is the sweetest girl Of all the girls I know Each sweet co-ed, like a rainbow trail Fades in the after glow The blue of her eyes and the gold of her hair Are a blend of the western sky And the moonlight beams On the girl of my dreams She's the Sweetheart of Sigma Chi.

Mentioned in The Godwulf Manuscript ch. 19

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Oh! What a Beautiful MorningEdit

Words: Oscar Hammerstein II     Music: Richard Rodgers From the Broadway musical  Oklahoma! 1943  There's a bright golden haze on the meadow There's a bright golden haze on the meadow The corn is as high as an elephant's eye And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky Oh, what a beautiful mornin', oh what a beautiful day I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way All the sounds of the earth are like music All the sounds of the earth are like music The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree And the little ole willow is laughin' at me Oh, what a beautiful mornin', oh, what a beautiful day I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way

Mentioned in God Save the Child ch. 1

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God Bless the ChildEdit

by Billie Holiday and Arthur Herzog Jr.  Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding round the door When you're gone, spending ends They don't come no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own He just worry 'bout nothin' Cause he's got his own

Mentioned in God Save the Child (title)

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My PrayerEdit

Words: Jimmy Kennedy     Music: Georges Boulanger When the twilight is gone and no songbirds are singing. When the twilight is gone You come into my heart and here in my heart you will stay while I pray. My prayer is to linger with you at the end of the day in a dream that's divine. My prayer is a rapture in blue with the world far away and your lips close to mine. Tonight while our hearts are aglow Oh! tell me the words that I'm longing to know. My prayer and the answer you give may they still be the same for as long as we live. That you'll always be there at the end of my prayer.

Mentioned in God Save the Child ch. 19

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Boogie Woogie Bugle BoyEdit

Words: Hughie Prince     Music: Don Raye   He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way He had a boogie style that no one else could play He was the top man at his craft But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam It really brought him down, because he couldn't jam The Captain seemed to understand Because the next day the Cap' went out and drafted a band And now the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B A-toot a-toot, a-toot diddle-ee-ada-toot He blows it eight to the bar In boogie rhythm He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar Is playin' with 'im He makes the company jump when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B He was the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle He's as busy as a bzz bee And when he plays he makes the company jump Eight to the bar He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B Toot toot toot Toot diddle-ee-ada-toot-diddle-ee-ada Toot toot he blows it eight to the bar He can't blow a note If the bass and guitar isn't with 'im A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night And wakes them up the same way in the early bright They clap their hands and stamp their feet Because they know how he plays When someone gives him a beat He really breaks it up when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

Mentioned in God Save the Child ch. 20

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SummertimeEdit

Words: DuBose Heyward and Ira Gershwin     Music: George Gershwin From the 1935 musical Porgy and Bess 

Summertime, an' the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high Oh, Yo daddy's rich an' yo' ma is good lookin' So hush, little baby, don't you cry One of these mornin's, you goin' to rise up singin' Then you'll spread yo' wings an' you'll take to the sky But till that mornin', there's a nothin' can harm you With daddy & mammy standin' by

Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 1, Walking Shadow ch. 22. 

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Ol' Man RiverEdit

Words: Oscar Hammerstein II     Music: Jerome Kern  From the musical  Show Boat 1927  Here we all work 'long the Mississippi Here we all work while the white folk play Pullin' them boats from the dawn till sunset Gettin' no rest till the judgment day  Don't look up and don't look down Ya don't dast make the white boss frown Bend your knees and bow your head And pull that rope until you're dead  Let me go 'way from the Mississippi Let me go 'way from the white man boss Show me that stream called the River Jordan That's the old stream that I long to cross  Ol' Man River, that Ol' Man River He must know somepin', but he don't say nothin' He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along  He don't plant taters, and he don't plant cotton And them what plants 'em is soon forgotten But Ol' Man River, jest keeps rollin' along  You and me, we sweat and strain Bodies all achin' and wracked with pain Tote that barge and lift that bale Ya get a little drunk and ya lands in ja-ail  I gets weary and so sick of tryin' I'm tired of livin', but I'm feared of dyin' And Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along

Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 10, Widow's Walk ch. 39

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Easter BonnetEdit

Words and music by Irving Berlin From the film Easter Parade, 1948

Never saw you look quite so pretty before Never saw you dress quite so handsome - what's more I could hardly wait to keep our date This lovely Easter morning And my heart beat fast as I came through the door For... In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it You'll be the grandest fella in the Easter parade. I'll be all in clover, and when they look us over We'll be the proudest couple in the Easter parade. On the avenue, Fifth Avenue, The photographers will snap us And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure. Oh, I could write a sonnet, about your Easter bonnet And of the guy I'm taking to the Easter Parade. On the avenue, Fifth Avenue, The photographers will snap us And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure. Oh, I could write a sonnet About your Easter bonnet And of the girl I'm taking to the Easter Parade.

Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 12

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Violets For Your FursEdit

Words: Tom Adair     Music: Matt Dennis 

In was winter in Manhattan Falling snowflakes filled the air The streets were covered with a film of ice But a little simple magic That I'd heard about somewhere Chanced the weather all around Just within a trice I bought you violets for you furs And it was spring for a while, remember I bought you violets for you furs And there was April in that December The snow drifted down on the flowers And it melted where I lay The snow looked like dew on the blossoms As on a summer day I bought you violets for your furs And there was blue in the winter sky Then you pinned the violets to your furs And gave a lift to the crowds passing by You smiled at me so sweetly Since then one thought occurs Then we fell in love completely The day that I bought you  Violets for your furs

Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch.13

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Buttons and BowsEdit

Words and music by Jay Livingstone and Ray Evans From the movie Paleface, 1948 East is east and west is west And the wrong one I have chose Let's go where I'll keep on wearin' Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows Rings and things and buttons and bows Don't bury me in this prairie Take me where the cement grows Let's move down to some big town Where they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes And I'll stand out In buttons and bows I'll love you in buckskin Or skirts that I've homespun But I'll love ya' longer, stronger where Yer friends don't tote a gun My bones denounce the buckboard bounce And the cactus hurts my toes Let's vamoose where gals keep usin' Those silks and satins and linen that shows And I'm all yours in buttons and bows Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes And French perfume that rocks the room And I'm all yours in buttons and bows

Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 17

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There'll always be an EnglandEdit

by Ross Parker and Hughie Charles From the 1941 film Nice Girl?

There'll always be an England,  While there's a country lane.  Wherever there's a cottage small  Beside a field of grain  There'll always be an England  While there's a busy street.  Wherever there's a turning wheel  A million marching feet.  Red, white and blue  What does it mean to you?  Surely you're proud  Shout it loud  Britons awake!  The Empire too  We can depend on you.  Freedom remains  These are the chains  Nothing can break.  There'll always be an England  And England shall be free  If England means as much to you  As England means to me.

Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 19

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Chatanooga Choo-ChooEdit

Words: Mack Gordon     Music: Harry Warren Pardon me, boy is that the Chatanooga Choo-Choo Track twenty nine, boy, you can give me a shine, I can afford to board a Chatanooga Choo-Choo, I've got my fare and just a trifle to spare.  You leave the Pennsylvania station 'bout a quarter to four, Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore, Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer Than to have ham 'n eggs in Carolina, When you hear the whistle blowing eight to the bar Then you know that Tennessee is not very far, Shovel all the coal in, gotta keep it rollin' Woo, Woo, Chattanooga there you are.  There's gonna be a certain party at the station Satin and lace I used to call funny face She's gonna cry until I tell her that I never more will roam, So Chattanooga Choo-Choo, C'mon and choo-choo me home.

Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 20

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Carolina in the MorningEdit

Words: Walter Donaldson     Music: Gus Kahn Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina In the morning Nothing could be sweeter than my sweetie when I meet her In the morning. Where the morning glories twine around the door, Whispering pretty stories I long to hear once more. Strollin' with my girlie where the dew is pearly, early In the morning. Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup At dawning. If I had Aladdin's lamp For only a day, I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say: Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina In the morning.  

Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 20

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When You And I Were Young, MaggieEdit

(1866)

Words: George W. Johnson     Music: James Austin Butterfield  1. I wandered today to the hill, Maggie, To watch the scene below; The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie, As we used to long ago. The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie, Where first the daisies sprung; The creaking old mill is still, Maggie, Since you and I were young. CHORUS And now we are a-ged and gray, Maggie, And the trials of life nearly done; Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie, When you and I were young. 2. A city so silent and lone, Maggie, When the young and the gay and the best, In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie, Have each found a place of rest, Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie, And join in the songs that were sung; For we sang as gay as they, Maggie, When you and I were young. (CHORUS) 3. They say I am feeble with age, Maggie, My steps are less sprightly than then, My face is a well written page, Maggie, But time alone was the pen. They say we are aged and gray, Maggie, As sprays by the white breakers flung; But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie, When you and I were young. (CHORUS)

Mentioned in Mortal Stakes ch. 21

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High Noon (Do not forsake me)Edit

Words: Ned Washington     Music: Dimitri Tiomkin Performed by Tex Ritter in the1952 movie High Noon

"Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin', On this our wedding day.  Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin', Wait, wait along.  The noonday train will bring Frank Miller. If I'm a man I must be brave,  And I must face that deadly killer, Or lie a coward--a craven coward--or lie a coward in my grave.  Oh, to be torn 'twixt love and duty! S'posin' I lose my fair-eyed beauty?  Look at that big hand move along, Nearin' high noon!  He made a vow while in state's prison That it would be my life or his'n.  I'm not afraid of death, but oh, What will I do if you leave me?  Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin', You made that promise when we wed.  Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin', Although you're grievin', I can't be leavin' until I shoot Frank Miller dead."

Mentioned in: Mortal Stakes ch. 25, Valediction ch. 22.

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Stereophonic Sound Words and music by Cole Porter from the 1955 musical  Silk Stockings <special thanks to David Freeman for the original, un-cleaned-up lyrics> Today to get the public to attend a picture show It's not enough to advertise a famous star they know If you want to get the crowd to come around, You gotta have Glorious Technicolor Breath-taking Cinemascope and stereophonic sound If Zanuck's latest picture were the gold old-fashioned kind There'd be no one in front to look at Marilyn's behind If you want to hear applauding hands resound, You gotta have Glorious Technicolor Breath-taking Cinemascope and stereophonic sound The customers don't like to see the groom embrace the bride Unless her lips are scarlet and her bosom's five feet wide, in Glorious Technicolor Breath-taking Cinemascope, or Cinerama, VistaVision, Superscope, or Todd-A-O and stereophonic sound and stereophonic sound You all remember Lassie that beloved canine star To see her wag her tail the crowds would come from near and far But at present she'd be just another hound, unless she had Glorious Technicolor Breath-taking Cinemascope and stereophonic sound I lately did a picture at the bottom of the sea- I rassled with an octopus and licked an anchovee but the public wouldn't care if I had drowned, unless I had Glorious Technicolor Breath-taking Cinemascope and stereophonic sound If Ava Gardner played Godiva riding on a mare The people wouldn't pay a cent to see her in the bare, unless she had Glorious Technicolor or Cinecolor or Warnercolor or Pathécolor or Eastmancolor or Kodacolor or any color and stereophonic sound As an extra tonic, Stereophonic sound There was a time when dancing was so intimate and sleek A fellow hugged his partner as they cuddled cheek to cheek Now he doesn't even know if she's around, because they're in Glorious Technicolor Breath-taking Cinemascope and Stereophonic sound It's not enough today to see a dancer at his ease He's gotta throw his back out and come sliding on his knees, he's gotta have Glorious Russian ballet or Modern ballet, or English ballet, or Chinese ballet, or Hindu ballet, or Bali ballet, or any ballet and stereophonic sound and stereophonic sound

Mentioned in Promised Land ch. 2

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Old Cape CodEdit

Written by Claire Rothrock, Milt Yakus, and Allan Jeffrey If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air Quaint little villages here and there You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod If you like the taste of a lobster stew Served by a window with an ocean view You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod Winding roads that seem to beckon you Miles of green beneath a sky of blue Church bells chimin' on a Sunday morn Remind you of the town where you were born If you spend an evening you'll want to stay Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod

Mentioned in Promised Land ch. 10

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Love and MarriageEdit

Words: Jimmy Van Heusen     Music: Sammy Cahn Love and marriage, love and marriage Go together like a horse and carriage This I tell you brother You can't have one without the other Love and marriage, love and marriage It's an institute you can't disparage Ask the local gentry  And they will say it's elementary Try, try, try to separate them It's an illusion  Try, try, try, and you will only come To this conclusion Love and marriage, love and marriage Go together like a horse and carriage Dad was told by mother You can't have one without the other

Mentioned in Promised Land ch. 13

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A Nightingale sang in Berkeley SquareEdit

Words: Eric Maschwitz     Music: Manny Sherwin That certain night, the night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were angels dining at the Ritz And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square I may be right, I may be wrong, But I'm perfectly willing to swear That when you turned and smiled at me A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square The moon that lingered over London town Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown How could he know we two were so in love The whole darn world was upside down The streets of town were paved with stars It was such a romantic affair And as we kissed and said goodnight A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square I know 'cause I was there, That night in Berkeley Square.

Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 6

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England SwingsEdit

Words and music by Roger Miller England swings like a pendulum do  Bobbies on bicycles, two by two  Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben  The rosy red cheeks of the little children  Now, if you huff and puff and you fin'lly save enough  Money up to take your family on a trip across the sea  Take a tip before you take your trip  Let me tell you where to go  Go to England, oh  England swings like a pendulum do  Bobbies on bicycles, two by two  Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben  The rosy red cheeks of the little children  Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache,  Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass,  Tryin' to mock the way they talk, fun but all in vain,  Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes.  England swings like a pendulum do  Bobbies on bicycles, two by two  Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben  The rosy red cheeks of the little children  England swings like a pendulum do  Bobbies on bicycles, two by two  Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben  The rosy red cheeks of the little children

Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 9

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Singing in the RainEdit

Words: Arthur Freed     Music: Nacio Herb Brown From the 1952 movie Singing in the Rain I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again I'm laughing at clouds so dark up above The sun's in my heart and I'm ready for love Let the stormy clouds chase everyone from the place Come on with the rain, I've a smile on my face I'll walk down the lane with a happy refrain Just singing, singing in the rain

Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 11, Bad Business ch. 57.

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Still Water (Love)Edit

by Frank Wilson and Smoky Robinson

Never you mind if I Don't tell strangers passing by If I don't brag If I don't brag or boast Click my glass and say a toast About my love for you How it runs so deep and true And yet it's so 'Cause don't you know, ohh Still waters run deep Still waters run deep Still waters run deep Still waters run deep

Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 19

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These Foolish ThingsEdit

Words: Holt Marvell     Music: Jack Strachey and Harry Link A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces, An airline ticket to romantic places, And still my heart has wings, These Foolish Things remind me of you.. A tinkling piano in the next apartment, Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant, A fairground's painted swings, These Foolish Things remind me of you.. You came.. you saw.. you conquered me, When you did that to me, I knew somehow this had to be.. The winds of March that makes my heart a dancer, A telephone that rings but who's to answer? Oh how the ghost of you clings! These Foolish Things remind me of you...

Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 20

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Oh! SusannaEdit

Words and music by Stephen C. Foster

I came from Alabama, with my banjo on my knee, I'm g'wan to Louisiana my true love for to see, It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry, The sun so hot I froze to death; Susanna, don't you cry. chorus: Oh! Susanna, Oh! don't you cry for me, I've come from Alabama, with my banjo on my knee. I jumped aboard the telegraph, and traveled down the river, De 'lectrie fluid magnified, and killed five hundred Niggers; De engine bust, de horse run off, I really thought I'd die; I shut my eyes to hold my breath, Susanna, don't you cry. chorus I had a dream de odder night when ebery ting was still; I thought I saw Susanna, a coming down de hill. De buckwheat cake war in her mouth, the tear was in her eye, Says I'm coming from de South, Susanna, don't you cry. chorus I soon will be in New Orleans, and den I'll look all round, And when I find Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground. But if I do not find her, Dis darkie'll surely die, And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna, don't you cry. chorus

Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 22

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With a Little Help from My FriendsEdit

Written by Paul McCartney and John Lennon What would you think if I sang out of tune, would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, and I'll try not to sing out of key. Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends. Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends. Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends. What do I do when my love is away? (Does it worry you to be alone?) How do I feel by the end of the day? (Are you sad because you're on your own?) No, I get by with a little help from my friends. Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends. Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends. Do you need anybody? I need somebody to love. Could it be anybody? I want somebody to love. Would you believe in a love at first sight? Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time. What do you see when you turn out the light? I can't tell you but I know it's mine. Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends. Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends. Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends. Do you need anybody? I just need someone to love. Could it be anybody? I want somebody to love. Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends. Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends. Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends. ...with a little help from my friends.

Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 24

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My Heart Stood StillEdit

Words: Lorenz Hart     Music: Richard Rogers From the 1927 movie A Connecticut Yankee

I took one look at you, that's all I meant to do And then my heart stood still, My feet could step and walk, my lips could move and talk And yet my heart stood still. Though not a single word was spoken, I could tell you knew That unfelt clasp of hands told me so well you knew I never lived at all until the thrill of that moment When my heart stood still. I laughed at sweethearts I met at schools All indiscreet hearts seemed romantic fools A house in Iceland was my heart's domain I saw your eyes, now castles rise in Spain! Though not a single word was spoken, I could tell you knew That unfelt clasp of hands told me so well that you knew I never lived at all until the thrill of that moment When my heart stood still.

Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 23

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Do Nothing Till You Hear From MeEdit

Words: Bob Russell     Music: Edward "Duke" Ellington Do nothing till you hear from me, Pay no attention to what's said. Why people tear the seams of anyone's dreams Is over my head. Do nothing till you hear from me, At least consider our romance. If you should take the words of others you've heard, I haven't a chance. True, I've been seen with someone new, But does that mean that I've been untrue? When we're apart,  The words in my heart  Reveal how I feel about you.

Some kiss may cloud my memory, And other arms may hold a thrill, But please do nothing till you hear from me And you never will

Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 27

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No More Mr. Nice GuyEdit

words and music by Alice Cooper I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'Til they got a hold of me. I opened doors for little old ladies, I helped the blind to see. I got no friends 'cause they read the papers. They can't be seen with me  and I'm gettin' real shot down and I'm feeling mean. No more Mister Nice Guy, No more Mister Clean, No more Mister Nice Guy, They say he's sick, he's obscene. My dog bit me on the leg today. My cat clawed my eyes. Ma's been thrown out of the social circle, and dad has to hide. I went to church incognito. When everybody rose,  the Reverend Smith, he recognized me, and punched me in the nose.  He said: No more Mister Nice Guy, No more Mister Clean, No more Mister Nice Guy, You're sick, you're obscene.

Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 27

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A Foggy Day In London TownEdit

Words: Ira Gershwin    Music: George Gershwin I was a stranger in the city  Out of town were the people I knew  I had that feeling of self-pity  What to do? What to do? What to do?  The outlook was decidedly blue  But as I walked through the foggy streets alone  It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known CHORUS A foggy day in London Town  Had me low and had me down  I viewed the morning with alarm  The British Museum had lost its charm  How long, I wondered, could this thing last?  But the age of miracles hadn't passed,  For, suddenly, I saw you there  And through foggy London Town  The sun was shining everywhere.

Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 30

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(There'll Be Bluebirds Over) The White Cliffs Of DoverEdit

Words: Nat Burton     Music: Walter Kent There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover Tomorrow, just you wait and see There'll be love and laughter and peace ever after Tomorrow when the world is free The shepherd will tend his sheep The valley will bloom again And Jimmy will go to sleep In his own little room again There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover Tomorrow, just you wait and see

Mentioned in The Judas Goat ch. 30

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My One and Only LoveEdit

Words: Robert Mellin     Music: Guy Wood The very thought of you makes my heart sing, Like an April breeze on the wings of spring And you come to me all your splendor, My one and only love The shadow's fall and spread their mystique charms  in the hush of night, while you're in my arms. I feel your lips, so warm and tender, My one and only love The touch of your hand is like heaven. A heaven that I've never known The blush on your cheek, whenever I speak, tells me that you are my own You fill my eager heart with such desire, Every kiss you give sets my soul on fire I give myself in sweet surrender, My one and only love

Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 4

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Zing! Went The Strings of My HeartEdit

Words and music by James F. Hanley

Never could carry a tune Never knew where to start You came along, when everything was wrong And put a song in my heart Dear when you smiled at me I heard a melody It haunted me from the start Something inside of me, started a symphony Zing! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring Heard a robin sing 'Bout a nest set apart All nature seemed to be, in perfect harmony Zing! Went the strings of my heart Your eyes made skies blue again What else could I do again Keep repeating through again I love you, I love you I still recall the thrill Guess I always will I hoped will never depart All nature seemed to be, in perfect harmony Zing! Went the strings of my heart

Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 9

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(Ah, the Apple Trees) When the World was YoungEdit

Words: Johnny Mercer & Angele Vannier     Music: Philippe Bloch  It isn't by chance I happen to be, a boulevardier, the toast of Paris.  For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a joke.  I walk in a room, a party or ball,  "Come sit over here" somebody will call.  "A drink for M'sieur, a drink for us all! But how many times I stop and recall.  Ah, the apple trees, Blossoms in the breeze, That we walked among,  Lying in the hay, Games we used to play, While the rounds were sung,  Only yesterday when the world was young. Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself, is some sort of fame,  "Come by for a drink, we're having a game," wherever I go I'm glad that I came.  The talk is quite gay, the company fine, there's laughter and lights, and glamour and wine,  And beautiful girls and some of them mine, but often my eyes see a diff'rent shine.  Ah, the apple trees, Sunlit memories, Where the hammock swung,  On our backs we'd lie, Looking at the sky, Till the stars were strung,  Only last July when the world was young.  While sitting around, we often recall, The laugh of the year, the night of them all.  The blonde who was so attractive that year, Some opening night that made us all cheer.  Remember that time we all got so tight, And Jacques and Antoine got into a fight.  The gendarmes who came, passed out like a light, I laugh with the rest, it's all very bright.  Ah, the apple trees, And the hive of bees Where we once got stung,  Summers at Bordeaux, Rowing the bateau, Where the willow hung,  Just a dream ago, when the world was young.

Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 16

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Captain CorcoranEdit

Words: Sir William S. Gilbert     Music: Sir Arthur Sullivan  From the musical "H.M.S. Pinafore" CAPT. I am the Captain of the Pinafore;  ALL. And a right good captain, too!  CAPT. You're very, very good,  And be it understood,  I command a right good crew,  ALL. We're very, very good,  And be it understood,  He commands a right good crew.  CAPT. Though related to a peer,  I can hand, reef, and steer,  And ship a selvagee;  I am never known to quail  At the furry of a gale,  And I'm never, never sick at sea!  ALL. What, never?  CAPT. No, never!  ALL. What, never?  CAPT. Hardly ever!  ALL. He's hardly ever sick at sea!  Then give three cheers, and one cheer more,  For the hardy Captain of the Pinafore! 

Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 16

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Joltin' Joe DiMaggioEdit

Words and music by Alan Courtney Who started baseball's famous streak  That's got us all aglow?  He's just a man and not a freak,  Joltin' Joe DiMaggio.  Joe, Joe DiMaggio  We want you on our side.  From Coast to Coast, that's all you hear  Of Joe the One-Man Show.  He's glorified the horsehide sphere,  Joltin' Joe DiMaggio.  Joe, Joe DiMaggio.  We want you on our side.  He'll live in baseball's Hall of Fame,  He got there blow-by-blow.  Our kids will tell their kids his name,  Joltin' Joe DiMaggio.

Mentioned in Looking for Rachael Wallace ch. 30

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Early AutumnEdit

Words: Johnny Mercer     Music: Ralph Burns and Woody Herman  When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze and touches with her hand the summer trees, perhaps you'll understand what memories I own. There's a dance pavilion in the rain all shuttered down, a winding country lane all russet brown, a frosty window pane shows me a town grown lonely. That spring of ours that started so April-hearted, seemed made for just a boy and girl. I never dreamed, did you, any fall would come in view so early, early. Darling if you care, please, let me know, I'll meet you anywhere, I miss you so. Let's never have to share another early autumn

Mentioned in Early Autumn (title)

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For YouEdit

Words: Al Dubin     Music: Joe Burke  1933 I will gather stars out of the blue,  For you, for you  I'll make a string of pearls out of the dew,  For you, for you  Over the highway and over the street,  Carpets of clover I'll lay at your feet  Oh, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do,  For you, for you  Over the highway and over the street,  Carpets of clover I will lay at your feet  Oh, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do,  For you, for you

Mentioned in Early Autumn ch. 1

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It Might as Well be SpringEdit

Words: Oscar Hammerstein     Music: Richard Rogers From the 1945 movie State Fair I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't spring I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightengale without a song to sing Oh why should I have spring fever When it isn't even spring I keep wishing I were somewhere else Walking down a strange new street Hearing words that I have never heard from a man I've yet to meet I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud Or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring It might as well be spring.

Mentioned in Early Autumn ch.10, The Widening Gyre ch. 23, and Valediction ch. 40

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Bibbidi-Boddidi-BooEdit

Words: Jerry Livingston     Music: Mack David and Al HoffmanFrom the 1950 Disney animated feature Cinderella

Performed by: Vera Felton [Fairy Godmother]

Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo Put 'em together and what have you got bibbidi-bobbidi-boo Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo It'll do magic believe it or not bibbidi-bobbidi-boo Salagadoola means mechicka booleroo But the thingmabob that does the job is bibbidi-bobbidi-boo Salagadoola menchicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo Put 'em together and what have you got bibbidi-bobbidi bibbidi-bobbidi bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!

Mentioned in Early Autumn ch. 27

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Some Enchanted EveningEdit

Words: Oscar Hammerstein II     Music: Richard Rogers From the 1949 musical South Pacific

Some enchanted evening you may see a stranger You may see a stranger across a crowded room And somehow you know, you know even then That somewhere you'll see her again and again Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing You may hear her laughing across a crowded room And night after night, as strange as it seems The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams Who can explain it, who can tell you why Fools give you reasons, wise men never try Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love When you feel her call you across a crowded room Then fly to her side and make her your own Or all through your life you may dream all alone Once you have found her, never let her go Once you have found her, never let her go

Mentioned in A Savage Place ch. 1

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BORN IN A TRUNKEdit

Words and music by Leonard Gershe  From the 1954 movie musical A Star is Born

Thank you, thank you very much I can't express it any other way For with this awful trembling in my heart I just can't find another thing to say I'm happy that you liked the show I'm grateful you liked me And I'm sure to you the tribute seemed quite right. But if you knew of all the years Of hopes and dreams and tears You'd know it didn't happen overnight Huh, overnight! I was born in a trunk In the Princess Theatre in Pocatella, Idaho It was during the matinee on Friday And they used a makeup towel for my didee When I first saw the light It was pink and amber Coming from the footlights on the stage When my dad carried me out there to say hello They told me that I stopped the show. So I grew up in a crazy world of dressing rooms And hotel rooms and waiting rooms And rooms behind-the-scenes. And I can't forget the endless rows Of sleepless nights and eatless nights And nights without a nickel in my jeans. But it's all in the game and the way you play it And you've got to play the game you know. When you're born in a trunk at the Princess Theatre in Pocatello, Idaho. At first I just stood and watched from the wings That's all my mom and dad would allow. But as I got older, I got a little bolder And snuck out for their second bow. They kept me in the act because they needed me To milk applause Until one night, they did a crazy thing They left me out there all alone Mama said 'you're on your own!' And Papa shouted 'this is it kid, sing!'

Mentioned in A Savage Place ch. 9

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I'll Remember AprilEdit

Words: Patricia Johnston and Don Raye     Music Gene DePaul from the 1942 Western musical comedy Ride 'em Cowboy This lovely day will lengthen into evening,  We'll sigh good-bye to all we've ever had,  Alone where we have walked together,  I'll remember April and be glad  I'll be content, you loved me once in April,  Your lips were warm, and love an' spring were new,  But I'm not afraid of autumn, and her sorrow,  For I'll remember, April and you!  The fire will dwindle into glowing ashes,  For flames and love live such a little while  I won't forget, but I won't be lonely,  I'll remember April, and I'll smile  The fire will dwindle into glowing ashes,  For flames and love live such a little while  I won't forget, but I won't be lonely  I'll remember April, and I'll smile

Mentioned in Ceremony ch. 17, Melancholy Baby ch. 60

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Spring Is HereEdit

Words: Lorenz Hart     Music: Richard Rodgers from the 1938 movie I Married An Angel  Once there was a thing called spring When the world was writing verses like yours and mine, All the lads and girls would sing When we sat at little tables and drank May wine. Now April, May and June are sadly out of tune Life has stuck a pin in the baloon. Spring is here why doesn't my heart go dancing? Spring is here why isn't the waltz entrancing? No desire, no ambition leads me Maybe it's because nobody needs me Spring is here why doesn't the breeze delight me? Stars appear why doesn't the night invite me? Maybe it's because nobody loves me Spring is here, I hear

Mentioned in Ceremony ch. 27

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Love Is A Many Splendored ThingEdit

Words: Paul Frances Webster     Music: Sammy Fain Love is a many splendored thing It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living The golden crown that makes a man a king Once on a high and windy hill In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing Yes, true love's a many splendored thing Once on a high and windy hill In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing Yes, true love's a many splendored thing.

Mentioned in Ceremony ch. 31

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AlfieEdit

Words: Hal David     Music: Burt Bachrach  Title song from the 1966 movie starring Michael Caine What's it all about, Alfie? Is it just for the moment we live? What's it all about when you sort it out, Alfie? Are we meant to take more than we give or are we meant to be kind? And if only fools are kind, Alfie, then I guess it's wise to be cruel. And if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie, what will you lend on an old golden rule? As sure as I believe there's a heaven above, Alfie, I know there's something much more, something even non-believers can believe in. I believe in love, Alfie. Without true love we just exist, Alfie. Until you find the love you've missed you're nothing, Alfie. When you walk let your heart lead the way and you'll find love any day, Alfie, Alfie

Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 4

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Over the River and Through the WoodsEdit

Traditional  Over the river and through the woods To Grandmother's house we go. The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh Through white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the woods, Oh, how the wind does blow. It stings the toes and bites the nose As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the woods To have a full day of play. Oh, hear the bells ringing ting-a-ling-ling, For it is Christmas Day. Over the river and through the woods, Trot fast my dapple gray; Spring o'er the ground just like a hound, For this is Christmas Day. Over the river and through the woods And straight through the barnyard gate. It seems that we go so dreadfully slow; It is so hard to wait. Over the river and through the woods, Now Grandma's cap I spy. Hurrah for fun, the pudding's done; Hurrah for the pumpkin pie.

Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 13

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Over The Hills and Far AwayEdit

Traditional, c. 1720  Hark now the drums beat up again For all true soldier gentlemen So let us list and march I say And go over the hills and far away Chorus: Over the hills, and o'er the main To Flanders, Portugal and Spain Queen Anne commands and we'll obey And go over the hills and far away.  2. There's twenty shillings on the drum For him that with us freely comes 'Tis volunteers shall win the day Over the hills and far away. Chorus:  3. Come gentlemen that have a mind To serve a queen that's good and kind Come list and enter in to pay And go over the hills and far away. Chorus:  4. And we shall live more happy lives  Free of squalling brats and wives Who nag and vex us every day  So its over the hills and far away. Chorus:  5. Prentice Tom may well refuse  To wipe his angry master's shoes For now he's free to run and play Over the hills and far away. Chorus:  6. No more from sound of drum retreat  When Marlborough and Galway beat The French and Spaniards every day Over the hills and far away. Chorus:

Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 13

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Me and Bobby McGee

Words and music by Kris Kristofferson Busted flat in Batten Rouge, waitin for a train,  Feelin' 'bout as faded as my jeans, Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained, Took us all the way to New Orleans. I pulled my old harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, I was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues,  With them windshield wipers slappin' time,  And Bobby's little hand in mine, We sang up every song that driver knew.  Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose, Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free, Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feelin' good was good enough for me...  Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.  From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,  Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,  Standing right beside me Lord, through everything I'd done, And every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip way,  She's looking for the home I thought we'd find, I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,  Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose, Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free, Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feelin' good was good enough for me...  Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 14

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Button up your OvercoatEdit

by Buddy DeSylva, Lew Brown, and Ray Henderson from the 1929 musical Follow Through Listen, big boy,Now that I've got you made,  Goodness, but I'm afraid,  Something's going to happen to you;  Listen, big boy,You've got me hooked, and how,  I would die if I should lose you now!  Button up your overcoat, when the wind is free,  Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!  Oh, eat an apple every day, get to bed by three,  Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!  Be careful crossing streets, ooh-ooh,  Don't eat meats, ooh-ooh,  Cut out sweets, ooh-ooh,  You'll get a pain and ruin your tum-tum!  Keep away from bootleg hooch when you're on a spree,  Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!  Don't step on hornet's tails, ooh-ooh!  Or on nails, ooh-ooh!  Or third rails, ooh-ooh!  You'll get a pain and ruin your tum-tum!  Oh, button up your overcoat, when the wind is free,  Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!  Oh, wear your flannel underwear, when you climb a tree,  Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!  Steer clear of frozen ponds, ooh-ooh,  Peroxide blondes, ooh-ooh,  Stocks and bonds, ooh-ooh,  You'll get a pain, ruin your bankroll!  Keep the spoon out of your cup, when you're drinking tea,  Take good care of yourself, you belong to me!

Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 24

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The Impossible DreamEdit

Words: Joe Darion     Music: Mitch Leigh From the 1965 musical  Man of La Mancha To dream the impossible dream To fight the unbeatable foe To bear with unbearable sorrow To run where the brave dare not go To right the unrightable wrong To love pure and chaste from afar To try when your arms are too weary To reach the unreachable star This is my quest, to follow that star No matter how hopeless, no matter how far To fight for the right, without question or pause To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious quest That my heart will lie peaceful and calm When I'm laid to my rest. And the world will be better for this That one man scorned and covered with scars Still strove with his last ounce of courage To reach the unreachable star!

Mentioned in The Widening Gyre ch. 28

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Saturday Night (Is the Loneliest Night of the Week)Edit

Words: Sammy Cahn     Music: Jules Styne  Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week 'Cause that's the night that my sweetie and I Used to dance cheek to cheek I don't mind Sunday night at all 'Cause that's the night friends come to call And Monday to Friday go fast And another week is past But Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek Until I hear you at the door Until you're in my arms once more Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week mmmm... Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek Until I hear you at the door Until you're in my arms once more Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week Until I hear you at the door Until you're in my arms once more Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week

Mentioned in Valediction Ch. 30

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Live For LifeEdit

Written by Norman Gimbel and Francis Albert Lai Title song from the 1967 movie Come with me, my love, and seize this day and live it, live it fully, live it fast Never thinking once about tomorrow till tomorrow's been and gone and past We'll pour the wine and fill the cup of joy and drink a drink as if it were the last Live, just live for life In Paree today and Amsterdam tomorrow, sixty minutes through the skies Fly with me to see the setting summer sun and stay with me to see it rise Then say to those who say "to live this way is mad", then mad we'd rather be than wise Live, just live for life If you let me I will lead you Through the myst'ry and wonder Of a world you've never known before Share the splendors to be shared Magic places to explore There the dangers to be dared Life is all of this and more This and more Yesterday's a mem'ry gone for good forever while tomorrow is a guess What is real is what is here and now, the here and now is all that we possess So take my hand and we will taste the moment if for just the moment's happiness Live, just live for life

From Valediction ch. 46

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Civilization (Bongo, Bongo, Bongo)Edit

Written by Bob Hilliard and Carl Sigman Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign He tells the native population that civilization is fine And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree That civilization is a thing for me to see So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clear That no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here I looked through a magazine the missionary's wife concealed (Magazine? What happens?) I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile (You know you can get hurt that way Daniel?) At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see (What do they see, Darling?) Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, he's so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train And though it's smokey and it's crowded, they're too civilized to complain When they've got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground (What do they do, Darling?) They swim and they fish, but that's what I do all year round So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go Don't want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here They have things like the atom bomb, so I think I'll stay where I "ahm" Civilization, I'll stay right here!

From A Catskill Eagle ch. 4

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The Sound of MusicEdit

Words: Oscar Hammerstein     Music: Richard Rogers Title song from the 1965 movie My day in the hills has come to an end, I know. A star has come out to tell me it's time to go. But deep in the dark green shadows, There are voices that urge me to stay. So I pause and I wait and I listen, For one more sound, for one more lovely thing That the hills might say! The hills are alive With the sound of music, With songs they have sung, For a thousand years. The hills fill my heart, With the sound of music. My heart wants to sing every song it hears. My heart wants to beat like the wings Of the birds that rise from the lake To the trees. My heart wants to sigh Like a chime that flies From a church on a breeze, To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls Over stones on its way, To sing through the night, Like a lark who is learning to pray. I go to the hills When my heart is lonely. I know I will hear What I heard before. My heart will be blessed With the sound of music And I'll sing once more.

Mentioned in A Catskill Eagle ch. 17

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Happy TrailsEdit

Words and music by Dale Evans  Some trails are happy ones others are blue It's the way you ride the trail that counts Here's a happy one for you  Happy trails to you, until we meet again; Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then.  Who cares about the clouds if we're together? Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.  Happy Trails to you till we meet again. 

Mentioned in A Catskill Eagle ch. 23

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Sixteen TonsEdit

Words and music by Merle Travis  Some people say a man is made out of mud. A poor man's made out of muscle and blood muscle and blood and skin and bones. A mind that's weak and a back that's strong, (Chorus:)  You load Sixteen Tons, and whadaya get? Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine Picked up a shovel and I walked to the mine I loaded Sixteen Tons of number 9 coal And the straw-boss said, "Well, bless my soul" (Repeat Chorus)  Born one morning it was drizzle and rain Fightin' and Trouble are my middle name I was raised in a canebrake by an old mama lion And no high-toned woman make me walk the line (Repeat Chorus) See me comin' better step aside A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died I got one fist of iron and the other of steel And if the right one don't get ya, the left one will (Repeat Chorus)

Mentioned in A Catskill Eagle ch. 32 and Walking Shadow ch. 35

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That Old Black MagicEdit

Words: Johnny Mercer    Music: Harold Arlen  That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well. Those icy fingers up and down my spine, The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine. The same old tingle that I feel inside, And then that elevator starts its ride. And down and down I go; round and round I go Like a leaf that’s caught in the tide. I should stay away, but what can I do? I hear your name and I’m aflame. Aflame with such a burning desire That only your kiss can put out the fire. For you’re the lover I have waited for, The mate that Fate had me created for. And every time your lips meet mine, Darling, down and down I go; round and round I go In a spin, loving the spin I'm in Under that old black magic called love.

Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 1

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ManhattanEdit

Words: Lorenz Hart     Music: Richard Rodgers  Summer journeys To Niag'ra And to other places Aggravate all our cares. We'll save our fares. I've a cozy little flat In what is known as old Manhattan. We'll settle down Right here in town.  We'll have Manhattan, The Bronx and Staten Island too. It's lovely going through The zoo. It's very fancy On old Delancey Street, you know. The subway charms us so When balmy breezes blow To and fro. And tell me what street Compares with Mott Street In July? Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by. The great big city's a wondrous toy Just made for a girl and boy. We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy.  We'll go to Greenwich, Where modern men itch To be free; And Bowling Green you'll see With me. We'll bathe at Brighton The fish you'll frighten When you're in. Your bathing suit so thin Will make the shellfish grin Fin to fin. I'd like to take a Sail on Jamaica Bay with you. And fair Canarsie's lake We'll view. The city's bustle cannot destroy The dreams of a girl and boy. We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy.  We'll go to Yonkers Where true love conquers In the wilds. And starve together, dear, In Childs'. We'll go to Coney And eat baloney On a roll. In Central Park we'll stroll, Where our first kiss we stole, Soul to soul. Our future babies We'll take to "Abie's Irish Rose." I hope they'll live to see It close. The city's clamor can never spoil The dreams of a boy and goil. We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy.  We'll have Manhattan, The Bronx and Staten Island too. We'll try to cross' Fifth Avenue. As black as onyx We'll find the Bronnix Park Express. Our Flatbush flat, I guess, Will be a great success, More or less. A short vacation On Inspiration Point We'll spend, And in the station house we'll end,  But Civic Virtue cannot destroy The dreams of a girl and boy. We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy!

Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 2

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New York State of MindEdit

Words and music by Billy Joel

Some folks like to get away, take a holiday from the neighborhood Hop a flight to Miami Beach or Hollywood. I'm taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line- I'm in a New York state of mind.

I seen all the movie stars in their fancy cars and their limousines, Been high in the Rockies under the evergreens, But I know what I'M needing and I don't want to waste more time- I'm in a New York state of mind.

It was so easy living day by day Out of touch with the rhythm and the blues, But now I need a little give and take, The New York Times, the Daily News...

It comes down to reality-and it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide, Don't care if it's Chinatown or Riverside, I don't have any reasons, I've left them all behind- I'm in a New York state of mind.

REPEAT 3RD VERSE

I'm just taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line- 'Cause I'm in a New York state of mind

Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 5

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Lullaby Of BroadwayEdit

Words: Al Dubin     Music: Harry Warren From the musical  Gold Diggers of 1935

Come on along and listen to, the lullaby of Broadway The hip hooray and ballyhoo, the lullaby of Broadway The rumble of a subway train, the rattle of the taxis The daffydils who entertain, at Angelo's and Maxi's When a Broadway baby says good night, it's early in the morning Manhattan babies don't sleep tight until the dawn: Good night, baby Good night, milkman's on his way Sleep tight, baby Sleep tight, let's call it a day. Hey! Come on along and listen to, the lullaby of Broadway The hi-dee-hi and boop-a-doo, the lullaby of Broadway The band begins to go to town, and everyone goes crazy You rock-a-bye your baby round, 'til everything gets hazy Hush-a-bye I'll buy you this and that, you hear a daddy saying And baby goes home to her flat, to sleep all day: Good night, baby Good night, milkman's on his way Sleep tight, baby Sleep tight, Let's call it a day - - - Listen to the lullaby of old Broadway

Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 5

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Something CoolEdit

Words and music by Billy Barnes  Something cool I'd like to order something cool It's so warm here in town And this heat gets me down And I'd like something cool My, it's nice Just to sit down and rest awhile Hey, you know it's a shame But I can't think of your name But I remember your smile Well, I don't ordinarily drink With strangers I guess I usually just, just drink alone But you were so nice to ask me And I'm so terribly far from home Like my dress, well, I must confess It's very old Hey, but it's simple and neat And it's just right for this heat Hey, I will save my furs for the cold A cigarette, no, I don't smoke them As a rule But, I'll have one, it might be fun With something cool I'll bet you wouldn't imagine But I once had a house With so many rooms I couldn't count them all Yeah, I know you wouldn't imagine But I had fifteen different guys Who would beg and beg to take me to a ball And I know you wouldn't picture me The time I went to Paris in the fall Oh who would think the guy I loved Was quite so handsome and quite so tall  Well, it's through, it's through That was just a memory I had One I guess I almost forgot Oh, 'cause the weather's so hot And I'm feeling so bad About a date Oh wait, I'm such a fool He's just a guy who stopped to buy me Something cool

Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 7

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You Wonderful YouEdit

Words: Jack Brooks and Saul Chaplin     Music: Harry Warren I'm glad I met you, You wonderful you, I won't forget you, You wonderful you. You're like a breath of spring, A whole new thing has happened. And without much ado, I look at you And there stands love. My arms around you, That's wonderful, too, I'm glad I found you, You wonderful you, Remember, finders keepers, Losers weepers, And because that's true, You're mine now, you wonderful you

Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 11

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My Attorney BernieEdit

Words and music by Dave Frishberg I'm impressed, with my attorney Bernie I'm impressed, with his influential friends He's got very big connections and I follow his directions Bernie knows his way around and so I always do what Bernie recommends. I am blessed, with my attorney Bernie I'm impressed, with the way he runs the store He's got Dodger season boxes and an office full of foxes It's amazing all the different things your average guy might need a lawyer for. (chorus) Bernie tells me what to do Bernie always lays it on the line Bernie says we sue, we sue Bernie says we sign.. we sign I'm in touch, with my attorney Bernie In a clutch, he can speed right to the scene and if I'm locked up in the jail with just one phone call for my bail he said to call his club collect or deal directly with his answering machine When I dine, with my attorney Bernie He buys wine, from the rare imported rack That's cause Bernie is a purist not your polyester tourist Bernie waves the glass around awhile then takes a sip and always sends it back chorus: Bernie tells me what to do Bernie always lays it on the line Bernie says we sue, we sue Bernie says we sign.. we sign I admire, my attorney Bernie I admire, any guy who knows his stuff Sure we blew a couple ventures with a counterfeit debenture But you win a few, you lose a few and like Bernie says you keep on hanging tough Thanks to you, my attorney Bernie Thanks to you, I'm considered well to do Sure I made out like a bandit Just exactly like you planned it But like Murray my accountant told me yesterday, I owe it all to you. (chorus) Bernie tells me what to do Bernie always lays it on the line Bernie says we sue, we sue Bernie says we sign.. we sign On the dotted line!

Mentioned in Taming a Sea Horse ch. 29

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I Love A ParadeEdit

Words: Ted Koehler     Music: Harold Arlen    I love a parade, the tramping of feet, I love every beat I hear of a drum. I love a parade, when I hear a band I just want to stand and cheer as they come. That rat-a tat-tat, the blare of a horn. That rat-a tat-tat, a bright uniform; The sight of a drill will give me a thrill, I thrill at the skill of everything military. I love a parade, a handful of vets, A line of cadets or any brigade, For I love a parade.

Mentioned in Pale Kings and Princes ch. 11

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Midnight SunEdit

Words: Johnny Mercer     Music: Lionel Hampton and Sonny Burke 

Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height Each star it's own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight, I could see the Midnight Sun I can't explain the silver rain that found me - or was that a moonlight veil? The music of the universe around me, or was that a nightingale? And then your arms miraculously found me, suddenly the sky turned pale, I could see the Midnight Sun Was there such a night, it's a thrill I still don't quite believe, But after you were gone, there was still some stardust on my sleeve The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, and the stars forget to shine, And we may see the meadow in December, icy white and crystalline But oh my darling always I'll remember when your lips were close to mine, And we saw the Midnight Sun

Mentioned in Pale Kings and Princes ch. 13

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As Time Goes ByEdit

Word and music by Herman Hupfeld From the 1942 movie  Casablanca  You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss, A sigh is just a sigh,  The fundamental things apply, as time goes by.  And when two lovers woo, they still say "I love you,"  on that you can rely,  No matter what the future brings, as time goes by.  Moonlight and love songs, never out of date,  Hearts full of passion, jealousy and hate,  Woman needs man, and man must have his mate,  that no one can deny.  It's still the same old story, a fight for love and glory,  A case of do or die,  The world will always welcome lovers, as time goes by.

Mentioned in Pale Kings and Princes ch. 30

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You Go To My HeadEdit

by Haven Gillespie and J. Fred Coots 1938 You go to my head  And you linger like a haunting refrain  And I find you spinning 'round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You go to my head Like a sparkling glass of burgundy brew  And I find the very mention of you  Like the kicker in a julep or two Bridge The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea casts a spell over me Still I say to myself, get a hold of yourself Can't you see that it never can be Still you go to my head With a smile that makes my temperature rise Like a Summer with a thousand July's You intoxicate my soul with your eyes Though I'm certain that this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance You go to my head

Mentioned in Crimson Joy ch. 14 and Melancholy Baby (dedication)

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Proud MaryEdit

Words and music by John Fogerty Left a good job in the city, Workin' for the man every night and day, And I never lost one minute of sleepin', Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been. Big wheels keep on turnin', Proud Mary keep on burnin'. Rollin'...rollin'...rollin' on the river Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis, Pumped a lot of pain down in New Orleans, But I never saw the good side of the city, 'Til I hitched a ride on a riverboat queen. Big wheels keep on turnin', Proud Mary keep on burnin'. Rollin'...rollin'...rollin' on the river Rollin'...rollin'...rollin' on the river

Mentioned in Crimson Joy ch. 22 and Thin Air ch. 22

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The Twelfth of NeverEdit

Written by Paul Francis Webster and Jerry Livingston You ask me how much I need you, must I explain? I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain You ask how long I'll love you, I'll tell you true Until the Twelfth of Never, I'll still be loving you Hold me close, never let me go Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow I'll love you 'til the bluebells forget to bloom I'll love you 'til the clover has lost its perfume I'll love you 'til the poets run out of rhyme Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time

Mentioned in Potshot (dedication) 

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Mad Dogs and EnglishmenEdit

Words and music by Noel Coward In tropical climes there are certain times of day  When all the citizens retire to tear their clothes off and perspire.  It's one of the rules that the greatest fools obey,  Because the sun is much too sultry And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray.  The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts,  Because they're obviously, definitely nuts!  Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun,  The Japanese don´t care to, the Chinese wouldn´t dare to,  Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one  But Englishmen detest a siesta.  In the Philippines there are lovely screens to protect you from the glare.  In the Malay States there are hats like plates which the Britishers won't wear.  At twelve noon the natives swoon and no further work is done,  But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.  It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see,  that though the English are effete, they're quite impervious to heat,  When the white man rides every native hides in glee,  Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his solar topee on a tree.  It seems such a shame when the English claim the earth,  They give rise to such hilarity and mirth.  Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.  The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it.  In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun,  They put their Scotch or Rye down, and lie down.  In a jungle town where the sun beats down to the rage of man and beast  The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased.  In Bangkok At twelve o'clock they foam at the mouth and run,  But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.  The smallest Malay rabbit deplores the stupid habit.  In Hong Kong they strike a gong and fire off a noonday gun,  To reprimand each inmate who's in late.  In the mangrove swamps where the python romps there is peace from twelve till two.  Even caribous lie around and snooze, for there's nothing else to do.  In Bengal to move at all is seldom ever done,  But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

Mentioned in Crimson Joy ch. 30 and Potshot ch. 2

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New York, New YorkEdit

Words:Fred Ebb     Music: John Kander  Title song from the 1977 movie Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today, I want to be a part of it, New York New York. These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray, And step around the heart of it, New York New York. I wanna wake up in the city that doesn't sleep, To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap. My little town blues, are melting away, I'll make a brand new start of it, in old New York. If I can make it there I'll make it anywhere, It's up to you, New York, New York. New York New York. I wanna wake up in the city that doesn't sleep, To find I'm king of the hill, head of the list, Cream of the crop at the top of the heap. My little town blues, are melting away, I'll make a brand new start of it, In old New York, If I can make it there, I'd make it anywhere, Come on come through, New York, New York.

Mentioned in Playmates ch. 32

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Deck the HallsEdit

Traditional Welsh Carol Deck the halls with boughs of holly  Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la  'Tis the season to be jolly  Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la  Don we now our gay apparel  Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.  Troll the ancient Yuletide carol  Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.  See the blazing Yule before us.  Strike the harp and join the chorus.  Follow me in merry measure.  While I tell of Yuletide treasure.  Fast away the old year passes.  Hail the new ye lads and lasses  Sing we joyous all together.  heedless of the wind and weather.

Mentioned in Stardust ch. 12

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America the BeautifulEdit

Words: Katharine Lee Bates     Music: Samuel A. Ward

O beautiful for spacious skies,  For amber waves of grain,  For purple mountain majesties  Above the fruited plain!  America! America!  God shed his grace on thee  And crown thy good with brotherhood  From sea to shining sea!  O beautiful for pilgrim feet  Whose stern impassioned stress  A thoroughfare for freedom beat  Across the wilderness!  America! America!  God mend thine every flaw,  Confirm thy soul in self-control,  Thy liberty in law!  O beautiful for heroes proved  In liberating strife.  Who more than self the country loved  And mercy more than life!  America! America!  May God thy gold refine  Till all success be nobleness  And every gain divine!  O beautiful for patriot dream  That sees beyond the years  Thine alabaster cities gleam  Undimmed by human tears!  America! America!  God shed his grace on thee  And crown thy good with brotherhood  From sea to shining sea!  O beautiful for halcyon skies,  For amber waves of grain,  For purple mountain majesties  Above the enameled plain!  America! America!  God shed his grace on thee  Till souls wax fair as earth and air  And music-hearted sea!  O beautiful for pilgrims feet,  Whose stem impassioned stress  A thoroughfare for freedom beat  Across the wilderness!  America! America!  God shed his grace on thee  Till paths be wrought through  wilds of thought  By pilgrim foot and knee!  O beautiful for glory-tale  Of liberating strife  When once and twice,  for man's avail  Men lavished precious life!  America! America!  God shed his grace on thee  Till selfish gain no longer stain  The banner of the free!  O beautiful for patriot dream  That sees beyond the years  Thine alabaster cities gleam  Undimmed by human tears!  America! America!  God shed his grace on thee  Till nobler men keep once again  Thy whiter jubilee!

Mentioned in Stardust ch. 35

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The Wind Beneath My WingsEdit

Music and Lyrics by Larry Henley and Jeff Silbar Sung by Bette Midler in the 1988 movie Beaches It must have been cold there in my shadow to never have sunlight on your face. You've always been content to let me shine. You've always walked one step behind. I was the one with all the glory, while you were the one with all the strength, only a face without a name, and I never once heard you complain. Did you ever no that you're my hero and everything that I'd like to be. I can fly higher than an eagle, 'cause you are the Wind beneath my Wings. You might have thought it went unnoticed but I've got it all here in my heart. I want you to know I know the truth That I would be nothing without you. Did you ever know that you're my hero and everything that I'd like to be. I can fly higher than an eagle, 'cause you are the Wind beneath my Wings.

Mentioned in Pastime (dedication, or at least that's my opinion)

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The Eggplant That Ate ChicagoEdit

by Norman Greenbaum

You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago  For he may eat your city soon.  You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago,  If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed.

He came from outer space, lookin' for somethin' to eat.  He landed in Chicago. He thought Chicago was a treat.  (It was sweet, it was just like sugar)

You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago,  For he may eat your city soon (wacka-do, wacka-do, wacka-do)  You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago,  If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed.   

He came from outer space, lookin' for somethin' to eat.  He landed in Chicago. He thought Chicago was a treat.  (It was sweet, it was just like sugar)   

You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago,  For he may eat your city soon (wacka-do, wacka-do, wacka-do)  You'd better watch out for the eggplant that ate Chicago,  If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed ("it's in trouble!")  If he's still hungry, the whole country's doomed   

Mentioned in Pastime ch. 3

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Concord HymnEdit

By Ralph Waldo Emerson By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.

Mentioned in Pastime ch. 7 and Chance ch. 16

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A Good Man Is Hard to FindEdit

Words and Music by Eddie Green My heart's sad and I'm all forlorn, my man's treating me mean. I regret the day that I was born and that man of mine I've ever seen. My happiness, it never lasts a day; my heart is almost breaking while I say: A good man is hard to find; you always get the other kind. Just when you think that he is your pal, you look for him and find him fooling 'round some other gal. Then you rave; you even crave, to see him laying in his grave. So, if your man is nice, take my advice, and hug him in the morning, kiss him ev'ry night, give him plenty of lovin', treat him right, for a good man nowadays is hard to find.

Mentioned in Pastime ch. 7, Sudden Mischief ch. 2, Perish Twice ch. 6

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Let the Good Times RollEdit

by Fleecie Moore and Sam Theard Hey everybody, let's have some fun You only live for once and when you're dead you're done So let the good times roll, let the good times roll And live a long long I don't care if you are young or old no no, get together and let the good times roll Don't stand there moaning, talking trash If you wanna have some fun, you'd better go out and spend some cash And let the good time roll Let the good time roll I don't care if you young or old, get together and let the good times roll Don't stand there moaning, talking trash If you wanna have some fun, you'd better go out and spend some cash And let the good time roll Let the good time roll I don't care if you young or old, get together and let the good times roll Hey mister landlord, lock up all the doors When the police comes around, tell them Johnny's coming down Let the good times roll Let the good times roll And Lord I don't care if you young or old, That's good enough to let the good times roll Hey everybody! Tell everybody ! That Johnny is in town I got a dollar and a quarter And I'm just raring to clown Don't let nobody play me cheap I got fifty cents more than I intend to keep Let the good times roll I don't care if you young or old Let's get together and let the good times roll

Mentioned in Paper Doll ch. 38, Potshot ch. 8

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Fit as a FiddleEdit

by Nacio Herb Brown  Fit as a fiddle, and ready for love  I can jump over the moon up above fit as a fiddle, and ready for love. Haven't a worry, haven't a care, feel like a feather just floating on air, fit as a fiddle and ready for love. Soon the church bells will be ringin' and we'll march with Ma and Pa. How the church bells will be ringin' with a hey nonny nonny and a ha cha cha Hi diddle diddle, my baby's okay ask me a riddle and what does she say? Fit as a fiddle and ready for love.

Mentioned in Pastime ch. 19

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The Second Time AroundEdit

Words: Sammy Cahm     Music: James Van Heusen Love is lovelier the second time around Just as wonderful with both feet on the ground It's that second time you hear your love song sung Makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted on the young Love's more comfortable the second time you fall Like a friendly home the second time you call Who can say what brought us to this miracle we've found? There are those who'll bet love comes but once, and yet I'm oh, so glad we met the second time around Who can say what brought us to this miracle we've found? There are those who'll bet love comes but once, and yet I'm oh, so glad we met the second time around

Used in Pastime ch. 36

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And When I DieEdit

Words and music by Laura Nyro I'm not scared of dyin' and I, don't really care If it's peace you find in dyin' well then, let the time be near If it's peace you find in dyin' and if dyin' time is near Just bundle up my coffin 'cause it's, cold way down there I hear that it's, cold way down there, yeah Crazy cold way down there. And when I die, and when I'm gone There'll be one child born in this world to carry on, to carry on. Now troubles are many they're as, deep as a well I can swear there ain't no heaven, but I pray there ain't no hell Swear there ain't no heaven and I pray there ain't no hell But I'll never know by living only my, dyin' will tell yes only my Dyin' will tell yeah, only my dyin' will tell. And when I die, and when I'm gone There'll be one child born in this world to carry on, to carry on, yeah-yeah. Yee-ha! Give me my freedom for as long as I be All I ask of living is to have no chains on me All I ask of living is to have no chains on me And all I ask of dyin' is to go naturally only wanna, go naturally Here I go! Hey, hey here come the devil, right behind Look out children, here he come, here he come, hey. Don't want to go by the devil Don't want to go by demon Don't want to go by satan Don't want to die uneasy Just let me go naturally. And when I die, and when I'm dead, dead and gone There'll be one child born, in our world to carry on, to carry on, yeah-yeah.

Mentioned in Double Deuce ch. 10

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There's No Business Like Show BusinessEdit

by Irving Berlin From the 1946 musical Annie Get Your Gun There's no business like show business Like no business I know. Everything about it is appealing; Everything the traffic will allow. Nowhere could you get that happy feeling When you are stealing that extra bow. There's no people like show people. They smile when they are low. Even with a turkey that you know will fold, You may be stranded out in the cold. Still you wouldn't trade it for a sack of gold. Let's go on with the show Let's go on with the show!

Mentioned in Double Deuce ch. 23

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American PieEdit

Words and music by Don McLean A long, long time ago... I can still remember how That music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, That I could make those people dance, And maybe they'd be happy for a while. But February made me shiver, With every paper I'd deliver, Bad news on the doorstep... I couldn't take one more step. I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside, The day the music died. So...  chorus Bye bye Miss American Pie, Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye, Singing "This'll be the day that I die, This'll be the day that I die."  Did you write the Book of Love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so Do you believe in rock 'n roll Can music save your mortal soul And can you teach me how to dance real slow Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died  I started singin' chorus  Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the King and Queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while the King was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lennon read a book of Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died  We were singing chorus  Helter Skelter in a summer swelter The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul out on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While the Sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died  We started singing chorus  Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation Lost in Space With no time left to start again So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died  He was singing chorus  I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died  And, they were singing... chorus 

Mentioned in Double Deuce ch. 40

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Paper DollEdit

Written by Johnny S. Black, 1915 Lyrics as recorded by The Mills Brothers in 1942 I'm gonna buy a Paper Doll that I can call my own A doll that other fellows cannot steal And then the flirty, flirty guys with their flirty, flirty eyes Will have to flirt with dollies that are real When I come home at night she will be waiting She'll be the truest doll in all this world I'd rather have a Paper Doll to call my own Than have a fickle-minded real live girl I guess I had a million dolls or more I guess I've played the doll game o'er and o'er I just quarrelled with Sue, that's why I'm blue She's gone away and left me just like all dolls do I'll tell you boys, it's tough to be alone And it's tough to love a doll that's not your own I'm through with all of them I'll never ball again Say boy, whatcha gonna do? I'm gonna buy a Paper Doll that I can call my own A doll that other fellows cannot steal And then the flirty, flirty guys with their flirty, flirty eyes Will have to flirt with dollies that are real When I come home at night she will be waiting She'll be the truest doll in all this world I'd rather have a Paper Doll to call my own Than have a fickle-minded real live girl

Title of Paper Doll

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CamelotEdit

Words: Alan Jay Lerner     Music: Frederick Lowe Title song from the 1961 musical play It's true! It's true! The crown has made it clear. The climate must be perfect all the year. A law was made a distant moon ago here: July and August cannot be too hot. And there's a legal limit to the snow here In Camelot. The winter is forbidden till December And exits March the second on the dot. By order, summer lingers through September In Camelot. Camelot! Camelot! I know it sounds a bit bizarre, But in Camelot, Camelot That's how conditions are. The rain may never fall till after sundown. By eight, the morning fog must disappear. In short, there's simply not A more congenial spot For happily-ever-aftering than here In Camelot. Camelot! Camelot! I know it gives a person pause, But in Camelot, Camelot Those are the legal laws. The snow may never slush upon the hillside. By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear. In short, there's simply not A more congenial spot For happily-ever-aftering than here In Camelot.

Mentioned in Paper Doll ch. 10, Shrink Rap ch. 4

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I Got RhythmEdit

Words: Ira Gershwin     Music: George Gershwin From the 1931 musical  Girl Crazy Days can be sunny, with never a sigh; Don't need what money can buy. Birds in the tree sing, their day full of song. Why shouldn't we sing along? I'm chipper all the day, happy with my lot. How do I get that way? Look at what I've got: I got rhythm, I got music, I got my man - who could ask for anything more? I got daisies in green pastures, I got my man - who could ask for anything more? Old Man Trouble, I don't mind him - You won't find him 'round my door. I got starlight, I got sweet dreams, I got my man - who could ask for anything more - Who could ask for anything more?

Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 1 and 29

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Lucky in loveEdit

Words by B.G. De Sylva and Lew Brown, music by Ray Henderson From the 1927 musical Good News

Lucky in love, lucky in love What else matters if you're lucky in love? Good breaks are few, few skies of blue But bad luck scatters every time I'm with you I don't mind that at poker I'm green If my king of hearts only takes in his queen I'll say I'm lucky in love And if you'll take me, that'll make me Ooh so lucky in love

Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 3

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You're so VainEdit

Words and music by Carly Simon You walked into the party Like you were walking onto a yacht Your hat strategically dipped below one eye Your scarf it was apricot You had one eye in the mirror As you watched yourself gavotte And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner They'd be your partner, and (chorus) You're so vain You probably think this song is about you You're so vain I'll bet you think this song is about you Don't you? Don't you? You had me several years ago When I was still quite naive Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair And that you would never leave But you gave away the things you loved And one of them was me I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee Clouds in my coffee, and (chorus) Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga And your horse naturally won Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia To see the total eclipse of the sun Well, you're where you should be all the time And when you're not, you're with Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend Wife of a close friend, and (chorus)

Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 11

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Two Sleepy PeopleEdit

Lyrics: Frank Loesser Music: Hoagy Cormichael Here we are Out of cigarettes Holding hands and yawning Look how late it gets Two sleepy people by dawn's early light And too much in love to say goodnight Here we are In the cozy chair Picking on a wishbone From the Frigidaire Two sleepy people with nothing to say And too much in love to break away Do you remember The nights we used to linger in the hall? Father didn't like you at all Do you remember The reason why we married in the fall? To rent this little nest And get a bit of rest Well, here we are Just about the same Foggy little fella Drowsy little dame Two sleepy people by dawn's early light And too much in love to say goodnight

Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 11

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Since I Fell For YouEdit

Words and music by Buddy Johnson When you just give love , and never get love , you'd better let love depart I know it's so , and yet I know, I can't get you out of my heart You made me leave my happy home You took my love , and now you've gone , since I fell for you ... Love brings such misery and pain I guess I'll never be the same , since I fell for you ... Well it's too bad , and it's too sad , but I'm in love with you ... You love me , then you snub me But what can I do , I'm still in love with you Well , I guess I'll never see the light. I get the blues most every nigh t, since I fell for you ... Since I fell for you

Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 25

Hit The Road JackEdit

Words and music by Percy Mayfield (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.) What you say? (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.) Woah Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean, You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen. I guess if you said so I'd have to pack my things and go. (That's right) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.) What you say? (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.) Now baby, listen baby, don't ya treat me this-a way Cause I'll be back on my feet some day. (Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood) (you ain't got no money you just ain't no good.) Well, I guess if you say so I'd have to pack my things and go. (That's right) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.) What you say? (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)

Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 28

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Ya Got TroubleEdit

by Meredith Wilson Harold: Well, either you're closing your eyes  To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated By the presence of a pool table in your community. Ya got trouble, my friend, right here,  I say, trouble right here in River City.  Why sure I'm a billiard player, Certainly mighty proud I say  I'm always mighty proud to say it.  I consider that the hours I spend  With a cue in my hand are golden.  Help you cultivate horse sense And a cool head and a keen eye.  Never take and try to give An iron-clad leave to yourself  From a three-reail billiard shot? But just as I say,  It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score In a balkline game,  I say that any boob kin take And shove a ball in a pocket.  And they call that sloth.  The first big step on the road To the depths of deg-ra-Day-- I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon, Then beer from a bottle.  An' the next thing ya know,  Your son is playin' for money In a pinch-back suit.  And list'nin to some big out-a-town Jasper Hearin' him tell about horse-race gamblin'.  Not a wholesome trottin' race, no! But a race where they set down right on the horse!  Like to see some stuck-up jockey'boy  Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil?  Well, I should say.  Friends, lemme tell you what I mean. Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table.  Pockets that mark the diff'rence Between a gentlemen and a bum,  With a capital "B,"  And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!  And all week long your River City Youth'll be frittern away,  I say your young men'll be frittern! Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too! Get the ball in the pocket, Never mind gittin' Dandelions pulled Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded. Never mind pumpin' any water  'Til your parents are caught with the Cistern empty On a Saturday night and that's trouble, Oh, yes we got lots and lots a' trouble. I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers,  Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the pool  Hall window after school, look, folks!  Right here in River City.  Trouble with a capital "T" And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool! Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents.  I'm gonna be perfectly frank. Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes On while they're loafin' around that Hall?  They're tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs, Tryin' out Tailor Mades like Cigarette Feends! And braggin' all about How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen. One fine night, they leave the pool hall, Headin' for the dance at the Arm'ry! Libertine men and Scarlet women!  And Rag-time, shameless music That'll grab your son and your daughter With the arms of a jungle animal instink! Mass-staria! Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground! People: Trouble, oh we got trouble,  Right here in River City!  With a capital "T"  That rhymes with "P" And that stands for Pool, That stands for pool. We've surely got trouble! Right here in River City,  Right here! Gotta figger out a way To keep the young ones moral after school! Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble... Harold: Mothers of River City! Heed the warning before it's too late! Watch for the tell-tale sign of corruption! The moment your son leaves the house, Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the knee?  Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger? A dime novel hidden in the corn crib? Is he starting to memorize jokes from Capt. Billy's Whiz Bang? Are certain words creeping into his conversation? Words like 'swell?" And 'so's your old man?"  Well, if so my friends, Ya got trouble, Right here in River city! With a capital "T" And that rhymes with "P" And that stands for Pool. We've surely got trouble! Right here in River City! Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule! Oh, we've got trouble.  We're in terrible, terrible trouble.  That game with the fifteen numbered balls is a devil's tool!  Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble! With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it with "P"!  And that stands for Pool!!!

Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 33

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True Love Never Runs SmoothEdit

Words: Hal David     Music: Burt Bacharach Stand beside me all the while no matter what goes wrong Separately we're weak, together we'll be strong Fo-or true love never runs smooth, but I don't care 'cause true love is worth all the pain, the heartaches and tears That we may share. When the world outside my arms is pulling us apart Press your lips to mine and hold me with your heart For true love never runs smooth, that's what they say But true love is worth all the pain, the heartaches and tears We have to face.

Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 41

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Bewitched, Bothered and BewilderedEdit

Words: Lorenz Hart  Music: Richard Rogers He's a fool and don't I know it But a fool can have her charms I'm in love and don't I show it Like a babe in arms Men, are not a new sensation I've done pretty well I think But this half-pint imitation Put me on the blink I'm wild again, beguilded again A simpering, whimpering child again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep And ------ I do, if I shouldn't sleep Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I Lost my heart, but what of it? My mistake I agree He's a laugh, but I love it Because the laugh's on me A pill he is, but still he is All mine and I'll keep him until he is Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - like me La, da, da, da, da, di, dam Mmmmmmm La, da, da, da, da, da, dam I guess the laugh's on me I slept again, I tripped again The way to my heart is unzipped again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

Mentioned in Walking Shadow ch. 48

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Kisses Sweeter Than WineEdit

Words: Paul Campbell    Music: Huddie Ledbetter Well, when I was a young man never been kissed I got to thinkin' it over how much I had missed So I got me a girl and I kissed her and then, and then Oh, lordy, well I kissed 'er again  CHORUS Because she had kisses sweeter than wine She had, mmm, mmm, kisses sweeter than wine Well I asked her to marry and to be my sweet wife I told her we'd be so happy for the rest of our life I begged and I pleaded like a natural man And then, whoops oh lordy, well she gave me her hand CHORUS Well we worked very hard both me and my wife Workin' hand-in-hand to have a good life We had corn in the field and wheat in the bin And then, whoops oh lord, I was the father of twins CHORUS Well our children they numbered just about four And they all had a sweetheart a'knockin' on the door They all got married and they wouldn't hesitate I was, whoops oh lord, the grandfather of eight CHORUS Well now that I'm old and I'm a'ready to go I get to thinkin' what happened a long time ago Had a lot of kids, a lot of trouble and pain But then, whoops oh lordy, well I'd do it all again Because she had kisses sweeter than wine She had, mmm…kisses…sweeter…than…wine

Mentioned in Thin Air ch. 19

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Little Green ApplesEdit

Words and music by Bobby Russell And I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and she says hi And I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are going off to school, Goodbye. And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feeling hon? And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart, and see my morning sun. And if that's not loving me, then all I've got to say, God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time. And there's no such thing as Dr. Seuss or Disney Land and Mother Goose, no nursery rhymes. God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time. And when myself is feeling low, I think about her face and go and ease my mind. Sometimes I call her up, at home, knowing she's busy. And ask her if she can get away, meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat. And she drops what she's doing and she hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late. But she sits waiting patiently, and smiles when she first sees me, because she's made that way. And if that ain't loving me, then all I've got to say, God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes. And there's no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no bb guns. God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes.

Mentioned in Thin Air ch. 17

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When Joanna Loved MeEdit

Written by Robert Wells and Jack Segal Today is just another day, tomorrow is a guess But yesterday, oh, what I'd give for yesterday To relive one yesterday and its happiness When Joanna loved me Every town was Paris Every day was Sunday Every month was May When Joanna loved me Every sound was music Music made of laughter Laughter that was bright and gay But when Joanna left me May became December But, even in December, I remember Her touch, her smile, and for a little while She loves me  And once again it's Paris Paris on a Sunday And the month is May

Mentioned in Chance (dedication)

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EvelinaEdit

Words: Yip Harburg  Music: Harold Arlen From the 1944 musical  Bloomer Girl

Evelina, won't ya ever take a shine to that moon? Evelina, ain't ya bothered by the bobolink's tune? Tell me, tell me how long Ya gonna keep delayin' the day. Don't ya reckon it's wrong Trifflin' with April this way? Evelina, won't ya pay a little mind to me soon? Wake up! wake up!  The earth is fair, the fruit is fine But what's the use o' smellin' winter water melon Clingin' to another fella's vine? Evelina, won't ya roll off that vine an' be mine?

Mentioned in Chance ch. 1

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Subterranean Homesick BluesEdit

by Bob Dylan

Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says he's got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off Look out kid It's somethin' you did God knows when But you're doin' it again You better duck down the alley way Lookin' for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap In the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten Maggie comes fleet foot Face full of black soot Talkin' that the heat put Plants in the bed but The phone's tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early May Orders from the D. A. Look out kid Don't matter what you did Walk on your tip toes Don't try "No Doz" Better stay away from those That carry around a fire hose Keep a clean nose Watch the plain clothes You don't need a weather man To know which way the wind blows Get sick, get well Hang around a ink well Ring bell, hard to tell If anything is goin' to sell Try hard, get barred Get back, write braille Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you fail Look out kid You're gonna get hit But users, cheaters Six-time losers Hang around the theaters Girl by the whirlpool Lookin' for a new fool Don't follow leaders Watch the parkin' meters Ah get born, keep warm Short pants, romance, learn to dance Get dressed, get blessed Try to be a success Please her, please him, buy gifts Don't steal, don't lift Twenty years of schoolin' And they put you on the day shift Look out kid They keep it all hid Better jump down a manhole Light yourself a candle Don't wear sandals Try to avoid the scandals Don't wanna be a bum You better chew gum The pump don't work 'Cause the vandals took the handles

Mentioned in Chance ch. 8

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Ticket To RideEdit

by John Lennon and Paul McCartney I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today, Yeah  The girl that's driving me mad is going away  She's got a ticket to ride  She's got a ticket to ride  She's got a ticket to ride  but she don't care  She said that living with me is bringing her down, yeah  For she would never be free when I was around  She's got a ticket to ride  She's got a ticket to ride  She's got a ticket to ride  but she don't care  I don't know why she's riding so high  She ought to think twice  She ought to do right by me  Before she gets to saying goodbye  She ought to think twice  She ought to do right by me  I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today, Yeah  The girl that's driving me mad is going away, yeah, oh  She's got a ticket to ride  She's got a ticket to ride  She's got a ticket to ride  but she don't care  I don't know why she's riding so high  She ought to think twice  She ought to do right by me  Before she gets to saying goodbye  She ought to think right  She ought to do right by me  She said that living with me is bringing her down, yeah  For she would never be free when I was around  She's got a ticket to ride  She's got a ticket to ride  She's got a ticket to ride  but she don't care  My baby don't care  My baby don't care  My baby don't care  My baby don't care  My baby don't care

Mentioned in Chance ch. 10

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School's OutEdit

Written by A. Cooper, M. Bruce, G. Buxton, D. Dunaway, N. Smith Well we got no choice All the girls and boys Makin all that noise 'Cause they found new toys Well we can't salute ya Can't find a flag If that don't suit ya That's a drag School's out for summer School's out forever School's been blown to pieces No more pencils No more books No more teacher's dirty looks Well we got no class And we got no principles And we got no innocence We can't even think of a word that rhymes School's out for summer School's out forever School's been blown to pieces No more pencils No more books No more teacher's dirty looks Out for summer Out till fall We might not go back at all School's out forever School's out for summer School's out with fever School's out completely

Mentioned in Chance ch. 32

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Thanks for the MemoryEdit

Words: Leo Robin     Music: Ralph Rainger From the 1938 movie The Big Broadcast of 1938

Thanks for the memory  of candle light and wine, Castles on the Rhine, The Parthenon and moments on the Hudson River Line.  How lovely it was!  Thanks for the memory  of rainy afternoons, Swingy Harlem tunes,  And motor trips and burning lips and burning toast and prunes,  How lovely it was!  Many's the time that we feasted  And many's the time that we fasted.  Oh, well, it was swell while it lasted;  We did have fun and no harm done.  And thanks for the memory  of sun-burns at the shore, nights in Singapore.  You might have been a head-ache but you never were a bore,  So thank you so much.  Thanks for the memory  of sentimental verse, Nothing in my purse,  And chuckles when the preacher said "For better or for worse" How lovely it was!  Thanks for the memory  of lingerie with lace, Pilsner by the case,  And how I jumped the day you trumped my one and only ace.  How lovely it was!  We said good bye with a highball;  Then I got as "high" as a steeple.  But we were intelligent people;  No tears, no fuss, Hurray for us.  So thanks for the memory  and strictly entre-nous, Darling, how are you?  And how are all the little dreams that never did come true?  Awf'ly glad I met you, Cheerio and toodle-oo  And thank you so much

Mentioned in Small Vices (dedication)

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Mrs. RobinsonEdit

Words and music by Paul Simon And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson. Jesus loves you more than you will know (wo, wo, wo) God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray, (Hey, hey, hey, . . . hey, hey, hey) We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files. We'd like to help you learn to help yourself. Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes. Stroll around the ground until you feel at home. And here's to you Mrs. Robinson. Jesus loves you more than you will know (wo, wo, wo) God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray, (Hey, hey, hey, . . . hey, hey, hey) Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes. Put it in you pantry with your cup cakes. It's a little secret, just the Robinson's affair. Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids,  Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know. (wo, wo, wo) God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray. (Hey, hey, hey, . . . hey, hey, hey) Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon. Going to the candidates' debate. Laugh about it, shout about it when you've got to choose. Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose. Where have you gone, Joe Dimagio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you. (wo, wo, wo) What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson. "Jolt-in' Joe" has left and gone away.  (Hey, hey, hey, . . . hey, hey, hey)

Mentioned in Small Vices ch. 13

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Boola BoolaEdit

Words and music by Allan M. Hirsch Well, here we are; well, here we are!  Just watch us rolling up a score.  We'll leave those fellows behind so far,  They won't want to play us any more!  We've hope and faith in Eli Yale!  To win we cannot fail!  Well, a "Boola, Boo, Boola, Boola, Boo, Boola, Boo, Boola, 'oola, Boola, Boo!"  Chorus: Boola, Boola, Boola, Boola, Boola, Boola, Boola, Boola, When we're through with these poor fellows,  They will holler Boola, Boo, Rah, Rah, Rah,  Yale, Eli Yale.  Oh, Yale, Eli Yale,  Oh, Yale, Eli Yale,  Oh, Yale, Eli Yale!  Now isn't it a shame, now, isn't it a shame,  To do those fellows up so bad?  We've done it before, we can do it once more,  Though they'll feel very very sad.  We'll roll up the score so very high.  That you will hear them sigh,  "Boola, Boola, Boo, Boola, Boola, Boo, Boola, Boo, Boola, 'oola, Boola, Boo!" 

Mentioned in Small Vices ch. 14

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Good Golly Miss MollyEdit

Words and music by John Marascalco and Robert Blackwell Good Golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball. Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball. When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call. From the early early mornin' till the early early night You can see Miss Molly rockin' at the house of blue lights. Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball. When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call. Well, now momma, poppa told me: "Son, you better watch your step." If I knew my momma, poppa, have to watch my dad myself. Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball. When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call. I am going to the corner, gonna buy a diamond ring. Would you pardon me if it's a nineteen carat golden thing. Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball. When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call. Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball. Good golly, Miss Molly, you sure like a ball. When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.

Mentioned in Sudden Mischief ch. 16

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Modern Major GeneralEdit

Words: Sir William S. Gilbert     Music: Sir Arthur Sullivan from the 1880 musical  The Pirates of Penzance MAJOR GENERAL STANLEY: I am the very model of a modern Major General,  I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral,  I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical  From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;  I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical,  I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,  About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news,  With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.  ALL: With many cheerful facts...  GENERAL STANLEY: I'm very good at integral and differential calculus;  I know the scientific names of beings animalculous:  In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,  I am the very model of a modern Major General.  ALL: In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,  He is the very model of a modern Major General.  GENERAL STANLEY: I know our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's;  I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for paradox,  I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus,  In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous;  I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies,  I know the croaking chorus from the Frogs of Aristophanes!  Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore,  And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore.  ALL: And whistle all the airs...  GENERAL STANLEY: Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform,  And tell you ev'ry detail of Caractacus's uniform:  In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,  I am the very model of a modern Major-General.  ALL: In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,  He is the very model of a modern Major-General.  GENERAL STANLEY: In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin",  When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin,  When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at,  And when I know precisely what is meant by "commissariat",  When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery,  When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery  In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy,  You'll say a better Major-General has never sat a gee.  ALL: You'll say a better Major-General...  GENERAL STANLEY: For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury,  Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century;  But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,  I am the very model of a modern Major-General.  ALL: But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,  He is the very model of a modern Major-General.

Mentioned in Sudden Mischief ch. 23

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Lush LifeEdit

Words and music by Billy Strayhorn I used to visit all the very gay places Those come what may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life... From jazz and cocktails. The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces With distingue traces That used to be there you could see where they'd been washed away By too many through the day... Twelve o'clock tales. Then you came along with your siren of song To tempt me to madness! I thought for a while that your poignant smile was tinged with the sadness Of a great love for me. Ah yes! I was wrong... Again, I was wrong. Life is lonely again, And only last year everything seemed so sure. Now life is awful again, A troughful of hearts could only be a bore. A week in Paris will ease the bite of it, All I care is to smile in spite of it. I'll forget you, I will While yet you are still burning inside my brain. Romance is mush, Stifling those who strive. I'll live a lush life in some small dive... And there I'll be, while I rot  With the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too..

Mentioned in Sudden Mischief ch. 25, Widow's Walk ch. 48

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The Last FarewellEdit

Words and music by Roger Whittaker and R.A. Webster There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor Tomorrow for old England she sails Far away from your land of endless sunshine To my land full of rainy skies and gales And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing And the taste of war I know so very well Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising Their guns on fire as we sail into hell I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow But how bitter will be this last farewell For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell Though death and darkness gather all about me My ship be torn apart upon the seas I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee And should I return home safe again to England I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell

Mentioned in 'Sudden Mischief ch. 31, Hugger Mugger ch. 29, All Our Yesterdays p.305 paperback, p. 268 hard cover.

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Big Yellow TaxiEdit

Words and music by Joni Mitchell They paved paradise and put up a parking lot, With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot, (chorus) Don't it always seem to go, That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone, They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot. They took up all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum And then they charged all the people 25 bucks just to see 'em (chorus) Hey farmer farmer put away your DDT now, Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds & the bees please (chorus) Late last night I heard the screen door slam, And a big yellow taxi carried off my old man, (chorus)

Mentioned in Sudden Mischief ch. 32

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I've Got A Crush on YouEdit

Words: George Gershwin     Music: Ira Gershwin From the 1928 musical  Treasure Girl How glad the many millions of Timothy’s and Williams Would be to capture me But you had such persistence, you wore down my resistance I fell, and it was swell You're my big and brave and handsome Romeo How I won you, I shall never, never know It's not that you're attractive but, oh, my heart grew active When you came into view I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie All the day and night-time, hear me sigh I never had the least notion That I could fall with so much emotion Could you coo? Could you care For a cunning cottage we could share? The world will pardon my mush 'Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on you

Mentioned in Hush Money (dedication)

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Rum and Coca-ColaEdit

Words: Rupert Westmore Grant AKA Lord Invader     Music: Maurice Baron If you ever go down Trinidad They make you feel so very glad Calypso sing and make up rhyme Guarantee you one real good fine time Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar Since the Yankee come to Trinidad They got the young girls all goin' mad Young girls say they treat 'em nice Make Trinidad like paradise Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar From Chicachicaree to Mona's Isle Native girls all dance and smile Help soldier celebrate his leave Make every day like New Year's Eve Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar In old Trinidad, I also fear The situation is mighty queer Like the Yankee girl, the native swoon When she hear der Bingo croon Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar Out on Manzanella Beach G.I. romance with native peach All night long, make tropic love Next day, sit in hot sun and cool off Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola Go down Point Koomahnah Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar

Mentioned in Hush Money ch. 6

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Louie LouieEdit

Words and music by Richard Berry Louie Louie, me gotta go.  Louie Louie, me gotta go.  A fine little girl, she wait for me.  Me catch the ship across the sea.  I sailed the ship all alone.  I never think I'll make it home.  Louie Louie, me gotta go .  Three nights and days we sailed the sea.  Me think of girl constantly.  On the ship, I dream she there.  I smell the rose in her hair.  Louie Louie, me gotta go.  Me see Jamaican moon above.  It won't be long me see me love.  Me take her in my arms and then  I tell her I never leave again.  Louie Louie, me gotta go.

Mentioned in Hush Money ch. 8

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They Can't Take That Away From MeEdit

Words: Ira Gershwin  Music: George Gershwin From the 1936 movie  Shall We Dance  There are many many crazy things That will keep me loving you And with your permission May I list a few The way you wear your hat The way you sip your tea The memory of all that No they can't take that away from me The way your smile just beams The way you sing off key The way you haunt my dreams No they can't take that away from me We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love But I'll always, always keep the memory of The way you hold your knife The way we danced till three The way you changed my life No they can't take that away from me

Mentioned in Hush Money ch. 17

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Younger than SpringtimeEdit

Words: Oscar Hammerstein     Music: Richard Rodgers  From the 1949 musical  South Pacific Younger than springtime are you Softer than starlight are you Warmer than winds of June are the gentle lips you gave me Gayer than laughter are you Sweeter than music are you Angel and lover, heaven and earth, are you to me. And when your youth and joy invade my arms And fill my heart as now they do. Then.... Younger than springtime am I Gayer than laughter am I Angel and lover, heaven and earth am I with you.

Mentioned in Hush Money ch. 29, Widow's Walk ch. 26

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The VictorsEdit

(L. Elbel)/Regents of the University of Michigan  Now for a cheer they are here, triumphant! Here they come with banners flying, In stalwart step they're nighing, With shouts of vict'ry crying, We hurrah, hurrah, we greet you now, Hail! Far we their praises sing For the glory and fame they've bro't us Loud let the bells them ring For here they come with banners flying Far we their praises tell For the glory and fame they've bro't us Loud let the bells them ring For here they come with banners flying Here they come, Hurrah! Hail! to the victors valiant Hail! to the conqu'ring heroes Hail! Hail! to Michigan the leaders and best Hail! to the victors valiant Hail! to the conqu'ring heroes Hail! Hail! to Michigan, the champions of the West! We cheer them again We cheer and cheer again For Michigan, we cheer for Michigan We cheer with might and main We cheer, cheer, cheer With might and main we cheer! Hail! to the victors valiant Hail! to the conqu'ring heroes Hail! Hail! to Michigan, the champions of the West!

Mentioned in Hush Money ch. 27

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Day In, Day OutEdit

Words: Johnny Mercer     Music: Rube Bloom Day in, day out The same old hoodoo follows me about The same old pounding in my heart whenever I think of you And, darling, I think of you Day in and day out Day out, day in I needn't tell you how my days begin When I awake, I awaken with a tingle One possibility in view That possibility of maybe seeing you Come rain, come shine I meet you and to me the day is fine Then I kiss your lips And the pounding becomes The ocean's roar A thousand drums Can't you see it's love Can there be any doubt When there it is Day in, day out

Mentioned in Hugger Mugger (dedication)

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Georgia on my MindEdit

Words: Stuart Gorell     Music: Hoagy Carmichael Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through Just an old sweet song Keeps Georgia on my mind Georgia, Georgia, a song of you Comes as sweet and clear As moonlight through the pines Other arms reach out to me Other eyes smile tenderly Still in peaceful dreams I see The road leads back to you Georgia, Georgia, no peace I find Just an old sweet song Keeps Georgia on my mind

Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 2

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Love Makes The World Go 'RoundEdit

Words and Music by Ollie Jones  Love Makes The World Go 'Round ( Yea, Yea and a Yea, Yeah! ) Yes!  There’s been a lot of talk about the game of love,  It’s what everybody, everywhere, is thinking of!  The love bug’s busy as he can be,  And I gotta a funny feeling that he just bit me!  [chorus]  ‘Cause love makes the world go ‘round and around.  Love makes the world go ‘round!  Your pulse will beat and your heart will pound,  ‘Cause love makes the world go ‘round!  I met a little guy about four feet small,  Who fell in love with Annie who was eight feet tall!  Every time I see ‘em comin’ down the street,  I know true love just can’t be beat!  [repeat chorus]  A goose got loose at the county fair,  They looked high and low but she wasn’t there!  Up jumped a gander who said leave her alone,  When she misses old Dad, she’ll come back home!  ‘Cause love makes the world go ‘round . . . ( and ‘round and ‘round! )  No matter what you do or where you go,  You get kinda lonely when the lights are low!  Everybody’s gotta have a love that’s true,  And I just gotta have you, you, you!  ‘Cause love makes the world go ‘round and around.  Love makes the world go ‘round!  Your pulse will beat and your heart will pound,  ‘Cause love makes the world go . . .  Love makes the world go . . .  Love! Makes the world go round!  Yea, Yea and a Yea, Yeah!

Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 8

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Love Makes The World Go 'RoundEdit

Words and music by Bob Merrill  from the 1961 musical Carnival Love makes the world go 'round  Love makes the world go 'round  Somebody soon will love you  If no one loves you now  High in some silent sky  Love sings a silver song  Making the earth whirl softly  Love makes the world go 'round  Love makes the world go 'round  Somebody soon will love you  If no one loves you now  Love sings a silver song  Making the earth whirl softly  Love makes the world go 'round

Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 8

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Love Makes the World Go RoundEdit

By The Powerpuff Girls

Bubbles: Open your eyes and take in everything that you see. Look at all the colors Just yellow, blue, and green We can take an airplane and fly across the globe Look down upon the colors Everyone, come on, let's go! Because. . . Buttercup: Love. . . Blossom: Love. . . Bubbles: Love. . . All: Love, love, makes the world go round! Buttercup: Love. . . Blossom: Love. . . Bubbles: Love. . . All: Love, love, makes the world go round! Bubbles: Open your ears, and listen what the world has to say Hear the birds and bells and you will have a brighter day! Everyone has a special song deep inside their heart If you want, you can sing with us, it's the perfect place to start! Buttercup: Love, love, love, love. . . love. . . makes the world go round! Bubbles: You can't hurt me with the things that you do! I'll pick up dandelions and I'll give them to you! Blossom: Puppy dogs. . . kitty cats. . . swimming. . . . love! Buttercup: Love. . . Blossom: Love. . . Bubbles: Love. . . All: Love, love, makes the world go round! Buttercup: Love. . . Bubbles: Love. . . Blossom: Love. . . All: Love, love, makes the world go round!

Not really mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 8

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What's Love Got To Do With ItEdit

Words and music by Terry Britten and Graham Lyle You must understand That the touch of your hand Makes my pulse react That it`s only that thrill Of boy meeting girl Opposites attract It's physical Only logical You must try to ignore That it means more than that Oh what's love got to do with it What's love but a second hand emotion What's love got to do with it Who needs a heart When a heart can be broken It may seem to you That I'm acting confused When you're close to me If I tend to look dazed I've read it someplace I've got cause to be There's a name for it There's a phrase for it But whatever the reason You do it for me I've been thinking of a new direction But I have to say I've been thinking about my own protection It scares me to feel that way What's love got to do with it What's love but a sweet old fashioned notion What's love got to do with it Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken

Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 16

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San FranciscoEdit

Words and music by Gus Kahn San Francisco, open up your golden gate You let no stranger wait outside your door San Francisco, here is your wandering one Saying "I'll wander no more" Other places only make me love you best Tell me you're the heart of all the golden west San Francisco, welcome me home again I'm not at home to go roaming no more.

Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 36

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California, Here I ComeEdit

Words and Music by Bud DeSylva, Al Jolson and Joseph Meyer When the wintry winds are blowing, And the snow is starting in to fall, Then my eyes turn westward, knowing That's the place I love the best of all. California, I've been blue, Since I've been away from you I can't wait 'til I get going, Even now I'm starting in to call, Oh, (chorus) California, here I come, Right back where I started from. Where bowers of flowers bloom in the sun, Each morning at dawning, Birdies sing an' ev'rything. A sunkist miss said, "Don't be late," That's why I can hardly wait! Open up that Golden Gate, California, here I come. Anyone who likes to wander, Ought to keep this saying in his mind, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder," Of the good old place you leave behind. When you've hit the trail a while, Seems you rarely see a smile; That's why I must fly out younder, Where a frown is mighty hard to find! Oh, (Repeat chorus)

Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 36

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I Left My Heart in San FranciscoEdit

Words: Douglass Cross     Music: George Cory The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay The glory that was Rome is of another day I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan I'm going home to my city by the Bay I left my heart in San Francisco High on a hill, it calls to me To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars The morning fog may chill the air, I don't care My love waits there in San Francisco Above the blue and windy sea When I come home to you, San Francisco Your golden sun will shine for me

Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 40

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Hostess with the Mostes' on the BallEdit

Words and music by Irving Berlin From the 1950 musical Call me Madam

I was born on a thousand acres of Oklahoma land Nothing grew on the thousand acres for it was gravel and sand One day father started digging in a field Hoping to find some soil He dug and he dug and what do you think? Oil, oil, oil The money rolled in and I rolled out with a fortune piled so high Washington was my destination And now who am I? I'm the chosen party giver  For the White House clientele And they know that I deliver What it takes to make 'em jell And in Washington I'm known by one and all As the hostess with the mostes' on the ball They could go to Elsa Maxwell When they had an axe to grind They could always grind their axe well At the parties she designed Now the hatchet grinders all prefer to call On the hostess with the mostes' on the ball I've a great big bar and good caviar Yes, the best that can be found And a large amount in my bank account When election time comes 'round If you're feeling presidential You can make it, yes, indeed There are just three things essential Let me tell you all you need Is an ounce of wisdom and a pound of gall And the hostess with the mostes' on the ball An Ambassador has just reached the shore He's a man of many loves An important gent from the Orient To be handled with kid gloves He can come and let his hair down Have the best time of his life Even bring his new affair down Introduce her as his wife But she mustn't leave her panties in the hall For the hostess who's the hostess with the mostes' on the ball [Encore:] I've been highly complimented And I thank you what is more You'll be damned well represented By your new ambassador For my one ambition is to make them fall For the hostess with the mostes' on the ball In the handbag that I'll carry There's a precious little note To their highnesses from Harry Introducing me he wrote: "I'll appreciate a favor large or small For the hostess with the mostes' on the ball" There'll be no mistakes, I've got what it takes To make friends across the sea I'll make being smart an important part Of my foreign policy I'll cement our good relations When I give my first affair There'll be special invitations To the Duke and Duchess there Who's already written asking them to call Not the priestess with the leastes' But the hostess who's the hostess with the mostes' on the ball

Mentioned in Hugger Mugger ch. 52

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I Only Have Eyes For YouEdit

Words: Al Dubin     Music: Harry Warren From the 1934 movie Dames My love must be a kind of blind love, I can't see anyone but you. Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright. I only have eyes for you, dear. The moon may be high, but I can't see a thing in the sky. I only have eyes, for you. I don't know if we're in a garden, or on a crowded avenue. You are here and so am I, maybe millions of people go by. But they all disappear, from view, and I only have eyes, for you.

Mentioned in Potshot ch. 20

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Route 66Edit

Words and music by Bobby Troup

If you ever plan to motor West Travel my way Take the Highway that's the best Get your kicks on on Route 66 It winds from Chicago to L.A. More than 2000 miles all the way Get Your Kicks on Route 66 Now you go through Saint Louis, Joplin, Missouri and Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty You'll see Amarillo, Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino Why don't you get hip to this timely tip When you make that California trip Get Your Kicks on Route 66.

Bobby Troup as Doctor Joe Early in the TV series "Emergency"

Mentioned in: Small Vices ch. 36, Potshot ch. 45.

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Home On The RangeEdit

Words: Brewster Higley     Music: Daniel Kelley Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam, Where the deer and the antelope play, Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day. (Chorus) Home, home on the range, Where the deer and the antelope play, Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day. Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free, The breezes so balmy and light, That I would not exchange my home on the range For all the cities so bright. (Chorus) Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand Flows leisurely down the stream; Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along Like a maid in a heavenly dream. (Chorus) The red man was pressed from this part of the West, He's likely no more to return To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever Their flickering campfires burn. (Chorus) How often at night when the heavens are bright With the light of the glittering stars, Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed If their glory exceeds that of ours. (Chorus) Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours; The curlew I love to hear scream; And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks That graze on the mountain-tops green. (Chorus) Then I would not exchange my home on the range, Where the deer and the antelope play; Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy all day. (Chorus)

Mentioned in Paper Doll ch. 2, Potshot ch. 36, Bad Business ch. 28

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Girls just want to have funEdit

Words and music by Cindi Lauper

I come home in the morning light My mother says when you gonna live your life right Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones And girls they want to have fun Oh girls just want to have fun

The phone rings in the middle of the night My father yells what you gonna do with your life Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one But girls they want to have fun Oh girls just want to have -

That's all they really want Some fun When the working day is done Girls - they want to have fun Oh girls just want to have fun

Some boys take a beatiful girl And hide her away from the rest of the world I want to be the one to walk in the sun Oh girls they want to have fun Oh girls just want to have

That's all they really want Some fun When the working day is done Girls - the want to have fun

Oh girls just want to have fun, They want to have fun, They want to have fun...

Mentioned in: Potshot ch. 37.

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Always On My MindEdit

Words and music by Wayne Thompson, Mark James, and Johnny Christopher  Maybe I didn't treat you  Quite as good as I should have  Maybe I didn't love you  Quite as often as I could have  Little things I should have said and done  I just never took the time  You were always on my mind  You were always on my mind  Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died  Give me, give me one more chance  To keep you satisfied, satisfied  Maybe I didn't hold you  All those lonely, lonely times  And I guess I never told you  I'm so happy that you're mine  If I make you feel second best  Girl, I'm sorry I was blind  You were always on my mind  You were always on my mind  Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died  Give me, give me one more chance  To keep you satisfied, satisfied  Little things I should have said and done  I just never took the time  You were always on my mind  You are always on my mind  You are always on my mind 

Mentioned in Potshot ch. 48

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Viva Las VegasEdit

Words and music by Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman  Bright light city gonna set my soul  Gonna set my soul on fire  Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn,  So get those stakes up higher  There's a thousand pretty women waitin' out there  And they're all livin' devil may care  And I'm just the devil with love to spare  Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas  How I wish that there were more  Than the twenty-four hours in the day  'Cause even if there were forty more  I wouldn't sleep a minute away  Oh, there's black jack and poker and the roulette wheel  A fortune won and lost on ev'ry deal  All you need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel  Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas  Viva Las Vegas with your neon flashin'  And your one armbandits crashin'  All those hopes down the drain  Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime  Turnin' night into daytime  If you see it once  You'll never be the same again  I'm gonna keep on the run  I'm gonna have me some fun  If it costs me my very last dime  If I wind up broke up well  I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time  I'm gonna give it ev'rything I've got  Lady luck please let the dice stay hot  Let me shoot a seven with ev'ry shot  Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas,  Viva, Viva Las Vegas

Mentioned in Potshot ch. 62 

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Me And My ShadowEdit

Words: Billy Rose     Music: Al Jolson and Dave Dreyer  Me and my shadow, Strolling down the avenue,  Me and my shadow, Not a soul to tell our troubles to . . .  And when it's twelve o'clock, We climb the stair,  We never knock, For nobody's there . . .  Just me and my shadow, All alone and feelin' blue . . .  And when it's twelve o'clock, We climb the stair,  We never knock, For nobody's there . . .  Just me and my shadow, All alone and feelin' blue . . . 

Mentioned in Widow's Walk ch. 11

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Those Were The DaysEdit

From an old Russian melody, English lyrics by Gene Raskin Once upon a time there was a tavern Where we used to raise a glass or two Remember how we laughed away the hours And dreamed of all the great things we would do (chorus) Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way. La la la la la la, la la la la la la Those were the days, oh yes those were the days Then the busy years went rushing by us We lost our starry notions on the way If by chance I'd see you in the tavern We'd smile at one another and we'd say (chorus) Just tonight I stood before the tavern Nothing seemed the way it used to be In the glass I saw a strange reflection Was that lonely woman really me (chorus) Through the door there came familiar laughter I saw your face and heard you call my name Oh my friend we're older but no wiser For in our hearts the dreams are still the same (chorus)

Mentioned in Widow's Walk ch. 19

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Hot Diggity (Dog Ziggity Boom)Edit

Words and Music by Al Hoffman and Dick Manning Melody based on Chabrier's "España Rhapsody" CHORUS Oh, hot diggity, dog ziggity, boom what you do to me It's so new to me, what you do to me Hot diggity, dog ziggity, boom what you do to me When you're holding me tight Never dreamed anybody could kiss thattaway Bring me bliss thattaway, what a kiss thattaway What a wonderful feelin' to feel thattaway Tell me where have you been all my life CHORUS Never knew that my heart could go "zing" thattaway Ting-a-ling thattaway, make me sing thattaway Said "goodbye" to my troubles, they went thattaway Ever since you came into my life CHORUS There's a cute little cottage for two thattaway Skies are blue thattaway, dreams come true thattaway If you say I can share it with you thattaway I'll be happy the rest of my life CHORUS Oh, hot diggity, dog ziggity, boom what you do to me How my future will shine Hot diggity, dog ziggity, boom what you do to me From the moment you're mine HOT DOG!!

Mentioned in God Save the Child ch. 9 and 22, Widow's Walk ch. 34

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Far Away PlacesEdit

Music: J.Whitney   Lyrics: A.Kramer  Far away places with strange sounding names, far away over the sea. Those far away places with the strange sounding names are calling, calling me. Going to China, or maybe Siam, I wanna see for myself those far away places I've been reading about in a book, that I took from a shelf. I start getting restless whenever I hear the whistle of a train. I pray for the day I can get under way and look for those castles in Spain. They call me a dreamer. Well, maybe I am, but I know that I'm burning to see those far away places with the strange sounding names, calling, calling me.

Mentioned in Widow's Walk ch. 46

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One for My BabyEdit

Words: Johnny Mercer     Music: Harold Arlen It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place Except you and me So set 'em' up Joe, I got a little story I think you should know We're drinking my friend, to the end Of a brief episode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road I know the routine, put another nickel In the machine I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music Easy and sad I could tell you a lot, but it's not In a gentleman's code Make it one for my baby And one more for the road You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poet And I've got a lot of things I'd like to say And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me Till it's talked away Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin' Anxious to close Thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind My bending your ear But this torch that I found, It's gotta be drowned Or it's gonna explode Make it one for my baby And one more for the road

Mentioned in Widow's Walk ch. 56

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Fight Fiercely, Harvard!Edit

Words and music by Tom Lehrer

Fight fiercely, Harvard! Fight, fight, fight! Demonstrate to them our skill. Albeit they possess the might, Nonetheless we have the will. How we shall celebrate our victory? We shall invite the whole team Up for tea! How jolly! Hurl that spheroid down the field And fight! Fight! Fight! Fight fiercely, Harvard! Fight, fight, fight! Impress them with our prowess, do. Oh, fellows, do not let the Crimson down;, Be of stout heart, and true. Fight for Harvard's glorious name! Won't it be peachy if we Win the game? Oh goody! Let's try not to injure them, But fight! Fight! Fight!

Mentioned in Back Story ch. 55

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But Not For MeEdit

Words: Ira Gershwin     Music by: George Gershwin From the 1930 musical Girl Crazy

They're writing songs of love, but not for me.  A lucky star's above, but not for me.  With love to lead the way  I've found more clouds of grey  than any Russain play could guarantee.  I was a fool to fall and get that way;  Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day!  Although I can't dismiss the mem'ry of his kiss,  I guess he's not for me.  He's knocking on a door, but not for me.  He'll plan a two by four, but not for me.  I know that love's a game;  I'm puzzled, just the same,  was I the moth or flame?  I'm all at sea.  It all began so well, but what an end!  This is the time a feller needs a friend,  when ev'ry happy plot ends with the marriage knot,  and there's no knot for me.

Mentioned in Bad Business ch. 8

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On a Clear DayEdit

Words: Alan Jay Lerner     Music: Burton Lane From the 1965 musical On a Clear day You Can See Forever On a clear day Rise and 1ook around you And you'll see who you are  On a clear day How it will astound you That the glow of your being Outshines every star You’ll feel part of every mountain sea and shore You can hear From far and near A word you’ve never, never heard before... And on a clear day...On a clear day... You can see forever... And ever... And ever... And ever more. . .

Mentioned in Bad Business ch. 14

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Let's Get Away From it AllEdit

Words: Tom Adair  Music: Matt Dennis

Let's take a boat to Bermuda Let's take a plane to Saint Paul. Let's take a kayak to Quincy or Nyack, Let's get away from it all. Let's take a trip in a trailer No need to come back at all. Let's take a powder to Boston for chowder, Let's get away from it all. We'll travel 'round from town to town, We'll visit ev'ry state. I'll repeat, "I love you sweet!" In all the forty-eight. Let's go again to Niag'ra This time we'll look at the Fall. Let's leave our hut, dear, Get out of our rut, dear, Let's get away from it all.

Used in Bad Business ch. 37

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Take Me Out to the BallgameEdit

Words: Jack Norworth     Music: Alfred Von Tizler

Nelly Kelly loved baseball games, Knew the players, knew all their names, You could see her there ev'ry day, Shout "Hurray" when they'd play. Her boy friend by the name of Joe, Said, "To Coney Isle, dear, let's go," Then Nelly started to fret and pout, And to him I heard her shout. "Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd. Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, I don't care if I never get back, Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win it's a shame. For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game." Nelly Kelly was sure some fan, She would root just like any man, Told the umpire he was wrong, All along, good and strong. When the score was just two to two, Nelly Kelly knew what to do, Just to cheer up the boys she knew, She made the game sing this song. "Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd. Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, I don't care if I never get back, Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win it's a shame. For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game."

Mentioned in Bad Business ch. 42

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GigiEdit

Words: Alan Jay Lerner     Music: Frederick Loewe From the 1958 movie Gigi There's sweeter music when she sings, isn't there? A different bloom about her cheeks, isn't there? Could I be wrong, could it be so? Oh where oh where did Gigi go? Gigi, am I a fool without a mind? Or have I merely been too blind? To realize. Oh, Gigi! Why, you've been growing up before my eyes Gigi! You're not at all that funny Awkward little girl I knew Oh no! Overnight, there's been a breathless change In you. Oh, Gigi! While you were trembling on the brink Was I out yonder somewhere  Blinking at a star? Oh, Gigi! Have I been standing up too close? Or back too far? When did your sparkle turn to fire? And your warmth become desire? Oh what miracle has made you the way you are? Gigi! Gigi! Gigi! Oh no!  I was mad not to have seen the change In you. Oh Gigi! While you were trembling...are?

Mentioned in Bad Business ch. 59

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I Know My LoveEdit

Traditional I know my love by his way of walking And I know my love by his way of talking And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue And if my love leaves me, what will I do? (Chorus) And still she cried, "I love him the best, And a troubled mind, sure can know the rest" And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few, And if my love leaves me, what will I do?" There is a dance house in Maradyke And there my true love goes every night He takes a strange girl upon his knee Well now don't you think that that vexes me? (Chorus) If my love knew I can wash and wring If my love knew I can sew and spin I'd make a coat of the finest kind But the want of money sure leaves me behind (Chorus) I know my love is an arrant rover I know he'll wander the wild world over In dear old Ireland he'll no longer tarry An American girl he's sure to marry (Chorus)

Mentioned in All Our Yesterdays

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Soon It's Gonna RainEdit

Words: Tom Jones     Music: Harvey Schmidt Hear how the wind begins to whisper See how the leaves go streaming by Smell how the velvet rain is falling Out where the fields are warm and dry  Now is the time to run inside and stay Now is the time to find a hide-away Where we can stay... Soon it's gonna rain, I can see it. Soon it's gonna rain, I can tell. Soon it's gonna rain, What are we gonna do? Soon it's gonna rain, I can feel it Soon it's gonna rain, I can tell Soon it's gonna rain, What'll we do with you? We'll find four limbs of a tree we'll build four walls and a floor We'll bind it over with leaves and run inside to stay Then we'll let it rain, we'll not feel it Then we'll let it rain, rain pell-mell And we'll not complain, if it never stops at all we'll live and love within our own four wall

Mentioned in All Our Yesterdays

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I Concentrate On YouEdit

Words and music by Cole Porter  From the movie Broadway Melody of 1940 Whenever skies look grey to me And trouble begins to brew Whenever the winter winds Become too strong I concentrate on you  When fortune cries nay, nay to me And people declare "You're through" Whenever the blues become my only song I concentrate on you  On your smile so sweet, so tender When at first my kiss you decline On the light in your eyes When you surrender And once again our arms intertwine  And so when wise men say to me That young love's dreams never come true To prove that even wise men can be wrong I concentrate on you, I concentrate And concentrate On you

Mentioned in Family Honor, dedication

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Moon RiverEdit

Words: Johnny Mercer     Music: Henry Mancini. from the 1961 movie  Breakfast at Tiffany's Moon River, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style some day. Old dream maker, you heart breaker, Wherever you're going, I'm going your way. Two drifters, off to see the world --  There's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end, Waiting round the bend, My huckleberry friend, Moon River -- and me

Mentioned in Family Honor, prologue

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You and me against the worldEdit

Words and music by Paul Williams and Ken Ascher You and me against the world Sometimes it feels like you and me against the world When all the others turn their back and walk away You can count on me to stay Remember when the circus came to town And you were frightened by the clown Wasn't it nice to be around Someone that you know Someone who was big and strong And looking out for you You and me against the world Sometimes it feels like you and me against the world And for all the times we've cried I always felt the odds were on our side And when one of us is gone And one is left along to carry on Then remembering will have to do Our memories alone will get us through Think about the days of me and you Of you and me against the world Life can be a circus They underpay and overwork us Though we seldom get our due And when each day is through I bring my tired body home And look around for you You and me against the world It feels like you and me against the world And for all the times we've cried I've always felt that God was on our side And when one of us is gone And one is left alone to carry on Then remembering will have to do Memories alone will get us through Think about the days of me and you You and me against the world

Mentioned in Family Honor, prologue

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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunitionEdit

Words: Frank Loesser     Music: James Sanderson Down went the gunner, a bullet was his fate Down went the gunner, then the gunners mate Up jumped the sky pilot, gave the boys a look And manned the gun himself as he laid aside The Book, shouting Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition! Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition! Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition and we'll all stay free! Praise the Lord and swing into position! Can't afford to sit around and wishin' Praise the Lord we're all between perdition and the deep blue sea! Yes the sky pilot said it You've got to give him credit for a son - of - gun - of - a - gunner was he, Shouting;  Praise the Lord we're on a mighty mission! All aboard, we're not a - goin' fishin; Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition and we'll all stay free!

Mentioned in Family Honor ch. 20

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Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (with Anyone Else but Me)Edit

Written by Lew Brown, Charles Tobias and Sam H. Stept Lyrics as recorded in New York City on February 18, 1942 by Glenn Miller  and His Orchestra (two months after the attack on Pearl Harbor).  {male vocals} Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me Anyone else but me, anyone else but me No! No! No! Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me Till I come marchin' home Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me Anyone else but me, anyone else but me No! No! No! Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me Till I come marchin' home I just got word from a guy who heard from the guy next door to me The girl he met just loves to pet and it fits you to-a-tee So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me Till I come marchin' home {female vocals} Don't give out with those lips of yours to anyone else but me Anyone else but me, anyone else but me No! No! No! Watch the girls on the foreign shores, you'll have to report to me When you come marchin' home Don't hold anyone on your knee, you better be true to me You better be true to me, you better be true to me Don't hold anyone on your knee, you're gettin' the third degree When you come marchin' home You're on your own where there is no phone and I can't keep tab on you Be fair to me, I'll guarantee this is one thing that I'll do I won't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but you Till you come marchin' home {all} Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me I know the apple tree is reserved for you and me And I'll be true till you come marchin' home

Mentioned in Family Honor ch. 20

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Dig You Later (A Hubba, Hubba, Hubba)Edit

Music: Jimmy McHugh  Lyrics: Harold Adamson From the 1945 musical  Doll Face  A Hubba-Hubba-Hubba (Dig You Later)  It’s always fair weather,  when hep cats get together!  And every time they meet,  here’s the way you’ll hear them greet (greet!)  A hubba-hubba-hubba Hello Dad!  Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, I just got back!  Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, let’s shoot some breeze!  Say, whatever happened to the Japanese?  Hmm a hubba-hubba-hubba, haven’t you heard?  A hubba-hubba-hubba, slip me the word!  I got it from a guy who was in the kno’  It was mighty smoky over Tokyo!  A friend of mine in a B-29 dropped another load for luck,  As he flew away, he was heard to say:  "A hubba-hubba-hubba yuk yuk!"  Well I gotta go fishin’  That’s ok, we’ll give you our permission and we’ll say,  A hubba-hubba-hubba, on your way!  And I will dig you later in the USA!  Ta dah dah dee dee dee ta dee dee, ta dah dah hi hi hi tee dee dee!  A hubba-hubba-hubba, I just got in!  A hubba-hubba-hubba, well give me some skin!  Well you’re lookin’ mighty purdy Miss Curly Locks!  I’m the grand old girly of the bobby socks!  Hmm yuttata yuttata yuttaton you talk big!  Well I’m the fresh tomata you can’t dig!  Let’s have a heart to heart’a and you’ll decide!  I’m a chick what's really on the solid side!  You knock me flat, you’re the kind of a cat,  makes me wanta blow my top: " ‘till the end of time . . . " (Aaaaah!)  And if you feel that way, tell me what you say?  A hubba-hubba-hubba muk muk!  Well now you’re really talkin’, you’re no square!  You can’t be from Weehawken . . .  Hmm hmm Delaware!  You got a line of jive that’s really zoot!  Well I’ll dig you later, baby you’re all root!  You’re the kind of cat, wears a sharp cravat,  and you really know your stuff!  If you feel that way, tell me what you say?  A hubba-hubba-hubba ruff ruff!  A getta long a little mousy with the great big eyes,  well if you’re lookin’ for a spousey,  why you’re just my size!  Mister how you love to blubber  with that knock out squawk,  Seems your lips are made of rubber  every time you talk!  Oh no, no, no, hubba-hubba!  Yes, yes, yes, hubba-hubba!  Bop, bop, bop, hubba-hubba!  A what you kno’ (A what you kno’)  A what you say (A what you say)  I say I’ll dig you later baby in the USA! 

Mentioned in Family Honor ch. 20

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Remember Pearl HarborEdit

Words: Don Reid     Music: Don Reid and Sammy Kaye History - in every century, records an act that lives forevermore. We'll recall - as in to line we fall, the thing that happened on Hawaii's shore. Let's REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR - As we go to meet the foe - Let's REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR As we did the Alamo. We will always remember - how they died for liberty, Let's REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR and go on to victory. 

Mentioned in Family Honor ch. 20

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The Music Goes Round and RoundEdit

Words: "Red" Hodgson     Music: Edward Farley and Michael Riley I blow thru here The music goes 'round and around Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho And it comes out here I push the first valve down The music goes down and around Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho And it comes out here I push the middle valve down The music goes down around below Below, below, deedle-dee-ho-ho-ho Listen to the jazz come out I push the other valve down The music goes 'round and around Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho And it comes out here

Mentioned in Perish Twice ch. 29

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The Candy ManEdit

Words and music by Leslie Bicusse and Anthony Newley From the 1971 movie Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Who can take a sunrise  Sprinkle it with dew  Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two  The Candy Man  The Candy Man can  The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good  Who can take a rainbow  Wrap it in a sigh  Soak it in the sun and make strawberry-lemon pie  The Candy Man  The Candy Man can  The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good  Willy Wonka makes everything he bakes  Satisfying and delicious  Talk about your childhood wishes  You can even eat the dishes  Who can take tomorrow  Dip it in a dream  Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream  The Candy Man  The Candy Man can  The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good  And the world tastes good 'cause the Candy Man thinks it should...

Mentioned in Perish Twice ch. 34

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On the Sunny Side of the StreetEdit

Words: Dorothy Fields    Music: Jimmy McHugh  Walked with no-one, and talked with no-one, and I had nothing but shadows. Then one morn-ing you passed, and I bright-ened at last. Now I greet the day, and complete the day, with the sun in my heart.  All my worry blew away When you taught me how to say: Chorus Grab your coat, and get your hat, leave your worry on the doorstep. Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street. Can't you hear a pitter-pat? And that happy tune is your step. Life can be so sweet. on the sunny side of the street. I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade, but I'm not afraid. this Rover crossed over. If I never have a cent, I'll be rich as Rockefeller. Gold dust at my feet, on the sunny side of the street.

Mentioned in Perish Twice ch. 49

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I'll remember youEdit

Words and music by Victor Schertzinger and Johnny Mercer From the 1942 movie The Fleet's In

I remember you. You're the one who made my dreams come true, a few kisses ago. I remember you. You're the one who said, "I love you, too. I do. Didn't you know?" I remember, too, a distant bell, and stars that fell like rain out of the blue. When my life is through and the angels ask me to recall the thrill of them all, then I shall tell them I remember you. Was it in Tahiti? Were we on the Nile? Long, long ago, say, an hour or so, I recall that I saw your smile. And I remember, too, a distant bell, and stars that fell like rain out of the blue. When my life is through and the angels ask me to recall the thrill of them all, then I will tell them I remember, tell them I remember you.

Mentioned in Shrink Rap, dedication

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Is That All There IsEdit

Words: Jerry Leiber     Music: Mike Stoller SPOKEN: I remember when I was a very little girl, our house caught on fire. I'll never forget the look on my fathers face as he gathered me up in his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement. I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up in flames. And when it was all over I said to myself, Is that all there is to a fire SUNG: Is that all there is, is that all there is If that's all there is my friends, then lets keep dancing Lets break out the booze and have a ball If that's all there is SPOKEN: And when I was 12 years old, my father took me to a circus, the greatest show on earth. There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears. And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads. And so I sat there watching the marvelous spectacle. I had the feeling that something was missing. I don't know what, but when it was over, I said to myself, is that all there is to a circus? SUNG: Is that all there is, is that all there is If that's all there is my friends, then lets keep dancing Lets break out the booze and have a ball If that's all there is SPOKEN: Then I fell in love, head over heels in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world. We would take long walks by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each others eyes. We were so very much in love. Then one day he went away and I thought Id die, but I didn't, and when I didn't I said to myself, is that all there is to love? SUNG: Is that all there is, is that all there is If that's all there is my friends, then lets keep dancing SPOKEN: I know what you must be saying to yourselves, if that's the way she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all? Oh, no, not me. I'm in no hurry for that final disappointment, for I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you, when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my last breath, Ill be saying to myself SUNG: Is that all there is, is that all there is If that's all there is my friends, then lets keep dancing Lets break out the booze and have a ball If that's all there is

Mentioned in Shrink Rap ch. 11

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OH! YOU CRAZY MOONEdit

Words: Johnny Burke     Music: Jimmy Van Heusen When they met, the way they smiled, I saw that I was thru Oh you crazy moon, what did you do? When they kissed, they tried to say That it was just in fun, Oh you crazy moon, look what you've done. Once you promised me, you know, That it would never end. You should be ashamed to show Your funny face, my friend; There they are, they fell in love, I guess you think you're smart Oh you crazy moon, you broke my heart

Mentioned in Shrink Rap ch. 20

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I Thought About YouEdit

Words: Johnny Mercer     Music: Jimmy Van Heusen Seems that I read, or somebody said-  that out of sight is out of mind,  maybe that's so-but I tried to go-  and leave you behind,- what did I find? I took a trip on a train-and I thought about you,  I passed a shadowy lane- and I thought about you,  two or three cars parked under the stars,  a winding stream-moon shining down on some little town,  and with each beam, same old dream, at ev'ry stop we made,  Oh! I Thought about you,  but when I pulled down the shade, then I really felt blue,  I peeked thru the crack and looked at the track,  the one going back to you, and what did I do?  I thought about you!

Mentioned in Shrink Rap ch. 20

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Everything happens to meEdit

Words: Tom Adair     Music: Matt Dennis Black cats creep across my path Until I'm almost mad I must have 'roused the devil's wrath 'Cause all my luck is bad I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains I guess I'll go thru life just catchin' colds and missin' trains Everything happens to me I never miss a thing I've had the measles and the mumps And every time I play an ace My partner always trumps Guess I'm just a fool who never looks before he jumps Everything happens to me At first my heart tho' you could break this jinx for me that love would turn the trick to end despair But know I just can't fool this head that thinks for me I've mortgaged all my castles in the air I've telegraphed and phoned I send an 'Airmail Special' too Your answer was 'Goodbye' And there was even postage due I fell in love just once And then it had to be with you Everything happens to me

Mentioned in Shrink Rap ch. 20

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I'm gonna go fishing (and catch me a trout)Edit

Words and music by Duke Ellington

Woke up this morning Wanting to cry Then I remember Yes I know why She's a real good one for having her cake I'm gonna go fishing or jump in the lake Yeah, I'm gonna go fishing That's what I'll do Think about nothing Not even you Catch a real big one, a big speckled trout Snapping in the water I'll pull him on out Sweet talking liar Spin me a yarn Tell me a story Big as a barn Don't stop listening I won't hear you out I'm gonna go fishing and catch me a trout If a gal is a liar A gal is a fool Playing for keepers and breaking the rules She'll be the loser, yet to find out I'm gonna go fishing and catch me a trout Here in the water Look at him shine There goes a big one That one is mine Catch up the reel now, I've got the feel now Hooked onto my fly rod I've got me a trout Sweet talking liar You're in for a fall You tell me a story You cut to the wall Don't go my way, I'm down the highway I'm gonna go fishing... Yes I'm gonna go fishing... Yes I'm gonna go fishing and get me some trout

Mentioned in Shrink Rap ch. 63

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I Am WomanEdit

Words and music by Helen Reddy and Ray Burton

I am woman, hear me roar  In numbers too big to ignore  And I know too much to go back and pretend  'cause I've heard it all before  And I've been down there on the floor  No one's ever gonna keep me down again  (CHORUS:) Oh yes I am wise  But it's wisdom born of pain  Yes, I've paid the price  But look how much I gained  If I have to, I can do anything  I am strong  I am invincible  I am woman  You can bend but never break me  'cause it only serves to make me  More determined to achieve my final goal  And I come back even stronger  Not a novice any longer  'cause you've deepened the conviction in my soul  (CHORUS) I am woman watch me grow  See me standing toe to toe  As I spread my lovin' arms across the land  But I'm still an embryo  With a long long way to go  Until I make my brother understand  (CHORUS)

Mentioned in Melancholy Baby ch. 28

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This could be the start of something bigEdit

Words and music by Steve Allen From the 1954 TV musical The Bachelor

You're walkin' along the street, or you're at a party, Or else you're alone and then you suddenly dig, You're looking' in someone's eyes, you suddenly realize That this could be the start of something big. You're lunching at Twenty-One and watchin' your diet, Declining a charlotte russe, accepting a fig, When out of a clear blue sky, it's suddenly gal and guy, And this could be the start of something big. There's no controlling the unrolling of your fate, my friend, Who knows what's written in the magic book. But when a lover you discover at the gate my friend, Invite her in without a second look. You're up in an aeroplane or dining at Sardi's, Or lying at Malibu alone on the sand, You suddenly hear a bell, and right away you can tell That this could be the start of something grand. This could be the start of something very big, Why don't you play your part? Please give your heart to me....and see. This could be the start of something wonderful, Why don't you take a chance? Just try romance with me....and see. Your watchin' the sun come up and countin' your money, Or else in a dim cafe you're ordering wine, Then suddenly there he is, and you wanna be where he is, And this must be the start of something... This could be the heart of something... This could be the start of something fine.

Mentioned in Melancholy Baby ch. 31

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The times, they are a-changingEdit

Words and music by Bob Dylan

Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.

Mentioned in Melancholy Baby ch. 64

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