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Again - David Harris - Collected Recordings 1988 - 2004

by David Harris

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    Again - A Compilation Of Collected Recordings From 1988 - 2004. On CD - 16 Original Songs By Singer Songwriter David Harris ... CD, Jewel Case, 12 Page Lyrics Booklet & Tray Card.

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1.
Under The Island Sun The tea pot's talking it's a shrill dispatch bad weather and a train you don't want to catch the kid's crying school's open and the train's on time eat your breakfast baby school's open and the train's on time Chorus: Under the island sun there we can all relax the laundry is always done we're never out of Apple Jacks dance by the ocean fill your basket with the coconut and the lime Under the island sun we never punch a clock lot's of money and fun you need some help you just shout it down the block eat your breakfast baby school's open and the train's on time You drop her off on icy steps you go downtown and wrestle with sales reps for five minutes there your morning reverie was so sublime eat your breakfast baby school's open and the train's on time Chorus So much to think about so many places to be the crush and clamor for peace and serendipity I see my child growing up I see the time we need I see the sun on a billboard from a train going full speed The snow is falling on paper palm trees we can't go skating until the ponds freeze don't cry baby school's open and the train's on time don't cry baby school's open and the train's on time Under the island sun
2.
Sunday Needs A Blues Band Sunday needs a blues band in a bar by the ocean a tortoise shell plectrum made of setting sun strumming the western guitar sky plenty of drum circles T-shirt stands and folk music a crowd that dances and passers by Sunday needs a blues band The south wind's up and almost as warm as the tubes in old Fender amps or the beer or the way she turns when her heel gets stuck where the pavement's cracked at the barroom door dogs and fortune tellers her laughter past garbage cans and bullet holes and blunderings and jive on the Boardwalk Spokes spinning herb Jah babies of purpose strong turning back to see an arrest or a beer ad on a building wall and all that bravado against diffidence to stand between what is me and what I assume is you Sunday needs a blues band I washed up on the shore in a bamboo canoe a war canoe a tattered sail a soggy hull I was jamming with the day moon pitched by a last mad wave flung across the sand to the bike rack and the bistro and you sitting there on the hood of your old gray car something about you reminds me of her or vice versa either way there's too much going on here Sunday needs a blues band She said she’d meet me at the water’s edge so why am I here with you and you made outlandish by the large fuzzy dice twiddling in your windshield I convince myself they turn in one direction when you turn in the other see I need romance too or at least physics on my side what do you need Sunday needs a blues band I gather my provisions and belongings a moldy peach my middle emotions an acoustic guitar startle flirts with rebuff in your unwavering brown eyes you hop a cloud of cigarette smoke and drift across the sandy parking lot Sunday needs a blues band plenty toe rings buffalo wings German girls vagabonds buzzing tattoo machines a love child a wine cooler a Ghost Town G a tour group from Tokyo a crowd that dances and passersby Sunday needs a blues band Knots in an oak table surrounded by perfect wood sealed in lacquer it's my greatest fear that I might take out my pen knife and fashion your initials in the tabletop or that C and D will eternally answer G ... be good Well I veered off toward the water as the girl walked in the bistro heard the euphonic wind passing through an abandoned harmonica poised on the window sill in the bar by the ocean and I am trailed by bead salesmen and the blunt chord issuing Sunday needs a blues band
3.
The Coconut Monk The Coconut Monk was a little rat boy on the streets of Saigon hustling the American invaders hustling the Viet Cong he could walk you down the path to whiskey women guns and opium The Coconut Monk was a little rat boy on the streets of Saigon The Coconut Monk rode a napalm bouquet up into the hidden hills he tried to get back to his enterprise but the gods made him face his evils and his ills he forgot about the U.S. shipment of comic books and Dr. Fog's pills The Coconut Monk rode a napalm bouquet up into the hidden hills The Coconut Monk spent the years in silence and in prayer the valley of explosions shook and trembled in the burning air he made a bamboo spear into a flute then he knew that he must go back there The Coconut Monk spent the years in silence and in prayer The Coconut Monk went to an island it was on a peaceful river until the soldiers dug in at night the arcs of RPG's and tracers burned up the sky but no one fired upon the Coconut Monk's island From the regiments and the villages the people came refugees and children crossed the river soldiers dropped their rifles in the sand The Coconut Monk saw the bombs fall on the beach and the burning black sun saw the blood on the water machine gun fire cut the lotus vine then the soldiers heard the old man say You have come in peace you have come in peace you have come in peace I pray The Coconut Monk was a little rat boy on the streets The Coconut Monk rode a napalm bouquet up The Coconut Monk spent the years in silence The Coconut Monk closed his eyes and watched the gunboats closed his eyes and watched the gunboats closed his eyes and watched the gunboats drift away
4.
Oh Jamaica 03:36
Oh Jamaica Was Jamaica dealing or was it political the judge say girl how do you plead "Sir, suddenly the schoolyard was a storm of soldiers but I was just teaching the children how to read" Chorus: Oh Jamaica when the fierce wind blows it'll carry you a thousand miles away before the jailer even knows Cash in a brief case crimes and rumors Papa knows someone in the government she was helping the helpless Officer that's all I know to be true a simple life a wall of books unsuspected on the Boardwalk now a plant in a corner of a small apartment maybe two Chorus How did you get away from the authorities they gave you 25 years you were out in a few short weeks and they flew you to California with the diplomats and the governor and the generals they all tipped their hats Let's rejoice in the freedom made from the hurricanes of Autumn the judge he threw away the keys and you reached right up and caught 'em Oh Jamaica Oh Jamaica
5.
Museum 04:14
Museum On her walls the ancient works of the great painters torn from the pages of old magazines they made the trip with her all the way from Birmingham with a box of books and a can of beans Chorus: Eight bucks 'til pay day cooped up in this novel with a weekend to kill and no one to call she steers her rattle trap to the County Museum it's the Sistine Chapel it's the Taj Mahal Lunch money and gasoline and unexpected Mozart the student quartet played for her beneath the tender sun she was supremely joyful she threw a buck in the cello case then could not pay the museum cashier the strict price of admission Chorus Pondering love and purpose in the pages of her Emerson she found a 20 dollar bill book mark and had a drink with a friend what you been up to he said have you been okay she said ... I ... went to the museum today On her walls the ancient works of the great painters torn from the pages of old magazines they made the trip with her all the way from Birmingham ... ... went to the museum today
6.
Sunday 04:40
Sunday It's Sunday morning in a sleepy world we rub our eyes and take a look and lying in bed I'm reading you poetry from an overdue library book Our blanket's under the apple tree that's where we made love last night 'til Santa Ana winds came out of nowhere and we raced upstairs and held each other tight Chorus: What should we do today oh just look at you what should we do Should we wake up work out phone the folks go to Santa Barbara for the day read the paper get the groceries take a ride along the Coast Highway We are dancing slow to the orchestra of lawn mowers and football games our trail of apple blossoms leads to things to do and sundry aims Chorus The wind's still knocking apples down we'd be crazy to go anywhere we can stay inside while the world goes by we can pull apple tree twigs from your hair What should we do today?
7.
Fairy Tale 06:19
Fairy Tale Once upon a time you walked by the ocean you made me crazy how I wanted to meet you the closer we get the worse I treat you Chorus: Oh what's love supposed to be such expectations scorned by reality Oh on some days we succeed on some we fail but stay with me always our love's the closest thing to a fairy tale It's no lie when we bebop and whisper shut down clam up simmer or shout letting you in shutting you out Chorus Big deal a little misunderstanding with my best friend we won't scare love away with the silly things we say now and then So this is love we laugh cry and apologize slam the bedroom door but we don't want to fight argue all morning make love all night
8.
From Those Who Sail Away Blew a kiss into the wind off my port bow tonight and I rolled out my chart for Frenchman's Bay the kiss should have reached you by now and I by morning light you don't hear much from those who sail away I did not miss this harbor town no I came back for you I'm walking in the morning light to the Southern Cross cafe yeah you're there baking bread alone I put my arms around you and say I'm home you don't hear much from those who sail away Chorus: Then the day is done in this old harbor town the shopkeep and the shipwright and the fishermen they're driving home the old men still run their tugboats south towing the granite barges building New York City talking about the wives they've left and the island girls they've known and the day is done yeah the day is done This boat's been beaten by the Cape's cold seas and caressed by the wind of the West Indies but I'll be selling sailboat rides today and tell these tourists when we're through about the best food in town and send them to you you don't hear much from those who sail away Fat Jack called from the Pirate's Pier I told him I was freezing my ass off here he said Joe needs a captain but what more could I say you don't hear much from those who sail away Chorus So darling keep that fire hot there's ice in the rigging and snow on the dock I guess I just missed hearing you say you don't hear much from those who sail away Blew a kiss into the wind off my port bow tonight and I rolled out my chart for Frenchman's Bay the kiss should have reached you by now and I by morning light you don't hear much from those who sail away
9.
She Has A Way She has a way of looking out for you she has a way of loving when you fall she has a way of seeing it all Chorus: Now you've got trips and cool machines and a righteous plan in disarray when you're stuck on another day she has a way She has a way of laughing about it she has a way of patience and commotion she has a way of showing you her emotion Chorus She's forgiving when you need forgiving soulful when you need soul when the hard times come when the good times roll She has a way of looking out for you she has a way of laughing about it
10.
That New Machine It's an old fashioned working day a smooth operation and some hell to pay a laugh a load a break a shouting match a quick handshake a call across town girl we've got to get away Chorus: Put that company down the paperwork put the calls on hold turn your back on that new machine the castle you want to buy the idea you haven't sold the picture of paradise in an old magazine Ocean exits on a highway sign a beach nobody knows about out on the county line a long lunch that's all we get baby it's not over yet dancing in the sun kicking sand in the bread and wine Chorus Let's not race the world back to town we can watch the sun go down It's an old fashioned working day a smooth operation and some hell to pay but when it's all work and no play that new machine don't work that way
11.
My Ancient Place The typhoon came and went and took with it fat Buddha's temple he remained seated up on that hill This is my ancient place this is where I belong You were sitting on a stone in the jungle still loving and leaving a boy back home oh did you run to the end of the earth only to find the trail of you post cards This is my ancient place this is where I belong He took to pleading baby come back to me quick and a hundred times you were halfway home your two week vacation became a three year trip until you find your ancient place remember when you're all alone ... The typhoon came and went and took with it fat Buddha's temple he remained seated up on that hill This is my ancient place this is where I belong
12.
Last Summer 05:11
Last Summer Let's meet in a town by the ocean where the winter sun greets the frozen shore vacant motels and boarded up windows last summer I wanted you more Last summer the dance halls were crowded an old man on a catwalk bought a soda for the Mrs. our friends couldn't see what we did in the darkness but we knew and in the unwanted morning ... I missed kissing you ... after those kisses Bonfires and Canadian students beers and sunburns and postcards to send nothing then black boats then you in the moonlight summer's over but we can't let it end Last summer the dance halls were crowded an old man on a catwalk bought a soda for the Mrs. our friends couldn't see what we did in the darkness but we knew and in the unwanted morning I missed kissing you ... after those kisses We both know what it was supposed to be slap happy an untoward goodbye standing there so awkwardly ... awkwardly So let's meet in a town by the ocean where the winter sun greets the frozen shore vacant motels and boarded up windows snow on the sand what are we waiting for Last summer ... after those kisses
13.
Paris 04:24
Paris Paris sings into the tape machine parties all night with the gang vows to strangle the next producer who gives the job away yet tells her how beautifully she sang Chorus: Paris I've seen your finest hours go unnoticed I've seen you on your darkest day when it doesn't even help to sing Paris I've seen your finest hours go unnoticed by all but your old friends baby we will always be listening Paris' friends say listen to your heart girl she could have toured with a rock and roll star she'd rather sing with the cats in Ladera it's a great band there are sixteen people eating dinner at the jazz bar Chorus Breakfast at 3 AM in a diner filled with zombies and musicians the waitress says she's heard you sing she says you sing really good and all of our friends hung out and we laughed until dawn we watched the sun come up over Hollywood Paris these are the finest hours
14.
Little Wild Indians There are two little boys fighting in the aisles of Larsen's Supermarket socking over taco shells and slamming up the cart And their mom says, "Boys knock it off, or we won't get your super pops. quit slugging your little brother you're hurting him and you're breaking my heart" Their little old lady neighbor smiles and says, "Hello ... crazy weather for September ..." and "... there's a sale on cookie dough..." "What have we got here?" she says ... "Little wild Indians!" The old lady says, "Lately I've been so depressed, I have a young grandson fighting in the war" And the boys climb up into her cart and they play paratrooper down to the supermarket floor She says, "I don't understand why the killing goes on, we taught them to love ... where has the love gone?" "What have we got here?" she says ... "Little wild Indians!" Chocolate bombs are falling at the checkout stand Mamma says, "Boys put those candy bars back!" and the boys say, "Mamma give us some quarters!" and they argue about what to play There's the street fighting video game and there's aerial attack Add an avalanche of oranges rolling toward the parking lot and a small ice cream fire to the specials this week The six year old says, "Look mamma we're playing nice." And he grabs the little one by the neck and slams a wet kiss on his cheek The old lady says, "Oh they're so young I hope you never know hoping they come home soon and wishing they never had to go." "What have we got here?" she says ... "Little wild Indians!"
15.
The Way You Think About Things Trouble with the money trouble with the brew trouble with the citizen sitting next to you trouble with your auto trouble with your boss trouble with the friends you've made trouble with the time you've lost The way you think about things it's all that holds you down you've got to walk these streets like you own this town No one sees your progress no one sees your pain no one sees you pull into the right hand lane got to pay those bills got to push that broom got to learn to work the parking meter baby before you learn to work the room The way you think about things it's all that holds you down you've got to walk these streets like you own this town Walk these streets like you own this town Your neighbor hit the big time you got her apartment and you hit the skids the world's in the way you're quick to say oh me oh my they got me again so you lie around the beach commiserating with the dead end kids it's hardly the way of the wiseacres and the warriors we thought you were on to them The Captains Of Industry are very busy men they don't need you until you don't need them you're either crying in the shower or you're laughing in the sun there is no negotiation no the deal is done The way you think about things ... think about things
16.
It's Been A Long Day ... The day is done, the peach is gone, the city lights are coming on. And all around the world a golden sky. Some of us have got shrimp to boil and some will burn the midnight oil . Some of us just sit and say, "My oh my." That's that we made our way. It's been a long day. In Hong Kong there's a traffic jam, a cloud of smoke over Amsterdam. There are factories and conflicts and the day ain't over yet. The greatest minds are dining out. Tango dancers twist and shout. Someone helped someone hurt. Someone gave what they could give. Someone took what they could get. That's that we made our way. It's been a long day. In the lamplight of a combine, in the candle of a monk, in the laser and the bonfire and the shiny eyes of the town drunk, a confidence accrues to the dawn not far away, in the last light of the long day. It's been a long day. The day is done, the peach is gone, the city lights are coming on. And all around the world a golden sky. And we all did some quiet good, went peacefully through the neighborhood. Or so it seemed to me as I went walking ... Bye bye! It's been a long day ...

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