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On the Dance Floor
02:31
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On the Dance Floor
My father’s name was Buck
And he loved his darling Pearl
Ever since that first time
He took her for a twirl
On the dance floor.
Whenever music played
He would take her by the hand
They would hold each other close
And listen to the band
On the dance floor
I would watch in wonder
While I sat and stared
She was Ginger Rogers
He her Fred Astaire
On the dance floor.
And they’d do a two step
Man they really moved
And when they did the Polka
There was nothing left to prove.
But when they danced a waltz
And moved together slow
He led, she followed
The way only lovers would know
My father’s name was Buck
And he loved his darling Pearl
Ever since that first time
He took her for a twirl
On the dance floor.
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2. |
Coming' out of the Dark
02:46
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Comin' Out of the Dark
Comin’ put of the dark
Did you think we could?
Comin’ put of the dark
Did you think we would?
Kinda feelin’ hopeful
About things to come
Don’t that sunshine feel good?
Throw the windows open
Let the fresh air in
What a long long winter
This whole year has been
Put on your new shoes
Take a walk outside
Don’t that sunshine feel good?
Comin’ put of the dark
Did you think we could?
Comin’ put of the dark
Did you think we would?
Kinda feelin’ hopeful
About things to come
Don’t that sunshine feel good?
All the birds are singing
High up in the trees
Makes it all seem worth it when you
Have days this these
It’s so nice to see you
Ya know it’s been a while
Don’t that sunshine feel good?
Comin’ put of the dark
Did you think we could?
Comin’ put of the dark
Did you think we would?
Kinda feelin’ hopeful
About things to come
Don’t that sunshine feel good?
Comin’ put of the dark
Did you think we could?
Comin’ put of the dark
Did you think we would?
Kinda feelin’ hopeful
About things to come
Don’t that sunshine feel good?
Don’t that sunshine feel good?
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3. |
Voices
03:11
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Voices
“She sang in a voice
not everybody understood.”
Tried to raise her children right
Did the best she could
Winter days were dark
Summer nights were long
She always called them home
Before the lights came on
And now she’s gone,
And just like hers
Life didn’t turn out
The way you planned
You find out now
You’re singing in her voice
And no one understands
She was a daughter and a wife
A sister and a mother too
Doing what so many
Of us have to do
A cashier in the checkout line
When the times were tough
It wasn’t what she dreamed
But it was good enough
And now she’s gone,
And just like hers
Life didn’t turn out
The way you planned
You find out now
You’re singing in her voice
And no one understands
It wasn’t always easy
But she treated everybody kind
Hoping for the good
And the love that she could find
She sang of goodness and of love
Of honor and the just
In the voice of every woman
Doing what she must
And now she’s gone,
And just like hers
Life didn’t turn out
The way you planned
You find out now
You’re singing in her voice
And no one understands
And now she’s gone,
And just like hers
Life didn’t turn out
The way you planned
You find out now
You’re singing in her voice
And no one understands
And now she's gone
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Waterfalls and Butterflies
The world is big
The world in round
It spins through space
Without a sound
And every year
Since the first one
It makes a trip
Around the sun
This planet Earth
Our island home
The strong green trees
The ocean foam
The rivers wide
The mountains tall
This planet Earth
That loves us all
And now the day
Has become night
We turn away
From sun’s bright light
And when you wake
We will have spun
Around again
To face the sun
Go to sleep
Close your eyes
May you dream
Of waterfalls and butterflies
Go to sleep
Close your eyes
May you dream
Of starlit skies
The world is big
The world in round
It spins through space
Without a sound
And every year
Since the first one
It makes a trip
Around the sun
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5. |
Who's to Blame?
02:00
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Who’s To Blame
Cities under bridges over roads of the poor
These skid row towns have been here before
Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons
No longer just drunks out on a bum
Once we had a land where we thought we fit in
But you’re too damn afraid to admit to your sins
You hide us away, but we ain’t ashamed
If you looked in the mirror, you’d see who’s to blame.
Working two jobs ain’t enough for the rent
All that we own is in a car or a tent
We’re the poor and the needy sleeping in parks
And the rich hire cops to come raid in the dark
Once we had a land where we thought we fit in
But you’re too damn afraid to admit to your sins
You hide us away, but we ain’t ashamed
If you looked in the mirror, you’d see who’s to blame.
You say we have rights and we all have a voice
But then you pass laws and and take away choice
Our children are hungry and we’re running on empty
We don’t have enough while others have plenty.
Once we had a land where we thought we fit in
But you’re too damn afraid to admit to your sins
You hide us away, but we ain’t ashamed
If you looked in the mirror, you’d see who’s to blame.
Once we had a land where we thought we fit in
But you’re too damn afraid to admit to your sins
You hide us away, but we ain’t ashamed
If you looked in the mirror, you’d see who’s to blame.
If you looked in the mirror, you’d see who’s to blame.
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6. |
Welcome Mat
03:20
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WELCOME MAT
It’s so absurd you can’t believe it
Whatever you’ve heard, it’s worse than that
Reality is I guarantee it
Been trod on lit it’s a welcome mat
Oooooooooooohhh
Oooooooooooohhh
Oooooooooooohhh
Ooooooohhh
What does a man know
What does a man see
How can a man tell
What he should believe
God gave him a mind
And God gave him eyes
To use his good sense
To weed out the lies
It’s so absurd you can’t believe it
Whatever you’ve heard, it’s worse than that
Reality is I guarantee it
Been trod on lit it’s a welcome mat
Oooooooooooohhh
Oooooooooooohhh
Oooooooooooohhh
Ooooooohhh
Listen now friends
I want you to know
That there are good people
Wherever you go
But there are for sure
Some people you’ll find
Who, believe it or not,
Are not so inclined.
It’s so absurd you can’t believe it
Whatever you’ve heard, it’s worse than that
Reality is I guarantee it
Been trod on lit it’s a welcome mat
Oooooooooooohhh
Oooooooooooohhh
Oooooooooooohhh
Ooooooohhh
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7. |
1948
01:58
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1948
Once I met a good man
Now there’s a story I could tell
When I first I looked in his eyes
I knew he’d treat me well
It was 1948,
A cold December day
I could hardly breathe
I had no words to say
But he took me by the hand
Said life’s a journey not a fable
I will help along the way
Just as long as I am able.
There were days I never knew
Exactly what he meant
Sometimes I now regret
The wasted time I spent
Many years I roamed around
Without a purpose or an aim
Always I could return
And he'd treat me just the same
If I could share his secret
You know I surely would
Must have learned his lesson
When he told me I done good.
There still are days I don’t know
Exactly what he meant
But now I know those days with him
Were days well spent.
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Do Ya Wanna Be My Friend?
Hey there’s a kid that goes to school with us
I saw that kid today riding on my bus
Do you know the kid I mean
Chewin’ on a jelly bean
Maybe we could all be friends
Maybe you’re purple
Maybe you’re blue
Maybe you do some things
That we don’t do
Maybe you see the world in a different way
I see you and you’re okay
Maybe you’re purple
Maybe you’re blue
Maybe you do some things
That we don’t do
Maybe you see the world in a different way
I see you and you’re okay
I saw the kid today sitting on a bench
Doesn’t talk to anyone, maybe speaks French
Doesn’t say anything
Sure likes coloring
Maybe we could all be friends
Maybe you’re purple
Maybe you’re blue
Maybe you do some things
That we don’t do
Maybe you see the world in a different way
I see you and you’re okay
I wonder if the kid feel just like me
Maybe I should ask the kid and then we’d see
I bet that we’re just the same
I could ask, “Hey, what’s your name?
Do ya wanna be my friend?”
Do ya wanna be my friend?
Do ya wanna be my friend?
You don’t have to talk a lot
At lunchtime I will save a spot …
For you
Do ya wanna by my friend?
Do ya wanna be my friend?
Do ya wanna be my friend?
You don’t have to talk a lot
At lunchtime I will save a spot …
For you
Do ya wanna by my friend?
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9. |
Lives Well Lived
03:07
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Lives Well Lived
Victoria Dress danced on many a stage
It’s when she felt the most free
She taught others to dance
She said take a chance
I want you to come dance with me
Each star in the sky is one of a billion
Each of these souls are one in a million
Once under the sun
Now over the moon
Too many good people gone … too soon
And old Jim Henkel walked to work every day
Vietnam left him near blind
He never complained
His kids knew that they’d
Been taught the best way to live life
Each star in the sky is one of a billion
Each of these souls are one in a million
Once under the sun
Now over the moon
Too many good people gone … too soon
Dorothy Taylor was the picture of grace
She was always impeccably dressed
She was patient and kind
Leaving no one behind
To know was to be truly blessed
Each star in the sky is one of a billion
Each of these souls are one in a million
Once under the sun
Now over the moon
Too many good people gone … too soon
These lives lived so well
Left stories to tell
Too many good people gone … too soon
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10. |
4th of July
05:01
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4th of July
This Fourth on July
There was no parade
Can’t celebrate
Til debts have been paid
I miss the old times
But not the old ways
I can’t write a love song today
The whitewashed the history
They taught us in school
And left out the parts
Where we looked like fools
The truth of the past
Won’t go away
And I can’t write a love song today
My home looks different to me
It’s the land of the brave but not all are free
We’ve got talkin’ to do, there’s lots more to say
And I can’t write a love song today
I heard the stories
But I didn’t see
Til the murdered a man
And he dies on tv
A knee on his neck
On constant replay
And I can’t write a love song today
My home looks different to me
It’s the land of the brave but not all are free
We’ve got talkin’ to do, there’s lots more to say
And I can’t write a love song today
No I can’t write a love song today
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11. |
Sticks and Mud
03:08
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Sticks and Mud
Wattle and daub Wattle and daub
All it takes is some wattle and daub
Sticks and mud will do the job
All it takes is some wattle and daub
All it takes is some wattle and daub
Good things in life are made to last
Built and nourished but not too fast
If you love someone, treat them right
Hold them close and hug them tight
Hold them close and hug them tight
Wattle and daub Wattle and daub
All it takes is some wattle and daub
Sticks and mud will do the job
All it takes is some wattle and daub
All it takes is some wattle and daub
That old book just sittin’ on the shelf
Says love your neighbor as yourself
Maybe the best way to run this nation
Is neighborly love and imagination
Is neighborly love and imagination
Wattle and daub Wattle and daub
All it takes is some wattle and daub
Sticks and mud will do the job
All it takes is some wattle and daub
All it takes is some wattle and daub
A mother’s love can sure go far
Singing lullabies about that star
And when her child scrapes her knee
She gives it a kiss and sets her free
She gives it a kiss and sets her free
Wattle and daub Wattle and daub
All it takes is some wattle and daub
Sticks and mud will do the job
All it takes is some wattle and daub
All it takes is some wattle and daub
Sometimes life don’t treat folks right
That’s the time to stand and fight
There’s nowhere else to place the blame
Rub some dirt on it, get back in the game
Rub some dirt on it, get back in the game
Wattle and daub Wattle and daub
All it takes is some wattle and daub
Sticks and mud will do the job
All it takes is some wattle and daub
All it takes is some wattle and daub
Wattle and daub Wattle and daub
All it takes is some wattle and daub
Sticks and mud will do the job
All it takes is some wattle and daub
All it takes is some wattle and daub
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Wattle & Daub Chicago, Illinois
Wattle & Daub’s authentic acoustic voice is rooted in their passion for the power of the folk tradition. From the heart of the midwest, in northern Illinois, husband and wife singer-songwriters, Tim and Susan Mocarski are dedicated to participation, social commentary, and entertainment. Their songs range from just plain fun to those focused on what it means to be human in these times ... more
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