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I Gotta Be Me
03:13
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People gather 'round me everywhere
Out of curiosity they can't help but stare
They wanna be sure, yeah they wanna be sure
Me I smile and I welcome them with love
I must look like something from above
Can't blame 'em too much, yeah, they wanna be sure
They gotta be sure
A woman stops me right out on the street
Screaming evil language that I can't repeat
Can't blame her too much
That poor woman looked scared
When people see me, they can't believe their eyes
To them I resemble a secondhand disguise
But I gotta be me
Come on, come on, you're welcome to see
I gotta be me
I gotta be me
I gotta be me
I gotta be me
I gotta be me
I gotta be me
I gotta be me
(c) 1969 Alsy Palsy Music
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2. |
Don't Want You Either
02:58
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The way I feel about you is like the way you feel about me
Well, honey, it's nothing new and now I can see
And though it hurts my eyes
I got to realize
I don't want, I don't want, I don't want
I don't want you either
I don't want you either
I don't want you either
I don't want you either
I must admit I was most impressed
By the way she looked and the way she dressed
But when I went downtown who'd have guessed
I'd go South, she'd go West
And it burned my eyes
When I realized
I don't want, I don't want, I don't want, I don't want
I don't want you either
I don't want you either
I don't want you either
I don't want you either
Holland rocked me serious
Drunken but imperious
I could write her under the table
Though you'd never now by this
I'll remember her eyes
And her dirty sighs
I don't want, I don't want, I don't want, I don't want
I don't want you either
vI don't want you either
I don't want you either
Not no more, not no more, not no more, not no more
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3. |
Joke's on Me
02:51
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Rotting
02:20
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O Lucky Man!
02:22
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6. |
Takin' Over
03:03
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8. |
Gilligans Wake
03:58
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Gilligans Wake Everybody wore black
Except for Yoko she wore a white sack
And oh oh yeah she parked ‘round the back
At Gilligans Wake
We had a thirst that we could not slake
So we drank some ales for Gilligan’s sake
And Spaceman Lee he cut the cake
At Gilligans Wake
And Mickey Martell was goin' to hell
At Gilligans Wake
Gilligans Wake took the A train
Brought some droogs from Michael Caine
Way downtown caught a Dubland cab
To the discotheque to see Gilligan’s slab
And Joan Blondell she picked a scab
At Gilligans Wake
And Marty Howe said Holy Cow
At Gilligans Wake
Break – Come on!
Gilligans Wake we rocked the place
Cuz the guest of honor was a boy of taste
He had two eyes but he had no face
He was on a date with Princess Grace
Let’s rock
Let’s rock
Let’s rock
Let’s rock
Gilligans Wake Everybody looked gray
When Bobby Orr called for Export A
Gilligan’s dead but I came to get laid
So we drank to the death til the end of the day
At Gilligans Wake
And Bobby Hull and Martin Mull
They were outta their skull
Singing Jethro Tull
And Rejean Houle
Looked like a ghoul
At Gilligans Wake
And Mom and dad looked mighty sad
At Gilligans Wake
(c) 1986, 2020 by T.A.M.T. Music
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10. |
Hey Caffeina
03:40
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Hey hey Caffeina
You'd have known her if you seen her
She's lean and mean and getting meaner
My my Caffeina
She's gonna serve you a subpoena
With some funky cold medina (la cerveza mas fina)
My my Caffeina
Hey hey Caffeina
Hey hey Caffeina
So high Caffeina
It's like she's on a trampoline-a
She's like a prima ballerina
Up on stage with Ike & Tina (rollin')
Hey hey Caffeina
Why why Caffeina?
She said so long and I will see ya
Later wouldn't wanna be ya
Bye bye Caffeina
Why why Caffeina
Bye bye Caffeina
Why why Caffeina
Hey hey Caffeina
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11. |
Lady in a Cage
05:52
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The lady in the cage
Has lost her mind
Trapped there by a severed power line
Her filthy fate most unkind
New friends have come to pass the lady's time
Three nogoodniks and a whore
To do some crimes
Their lifeless laughter
Blew her mind
What have you done to the lady in a cage
She's gone back to the early latent stage
And Malcolm's turned the page
The rum-dum piss bum's thoughts
Are void and null
As the blunt force trauma cracks
His foolish skull
The hustler's eyes
Wide and moist -- C'mon boys!
What have you done to the lady in a cage
She's not the same
The lady in a cage
And Malcolm's left the stage
The muscler on the lawn
Has lost his ire
With his braincase nestled neatly
'Neath the tyre
The wino's spent
He's all dead
What have you done to the lady in a cage
She's gone back to the early latent stage
Dear God
What have you done?
To the lady in a cage
She's not the same
The lady in a cage
And Scatman's turned the page
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The Mal Thursday Quintet Austin, Texas
The Mal Thursday Quintet has been described as a "garage-rock juggernaut," with lead singer Mal Thursday "a funky, strutting
bird."
Personnel:
Mal Thursday with
Dave Berkham
Ian Bixby
Chuck Ferreira
Bob Fountain
Tjarko Jeen
John Jenne
Keith Kinkle
Brian T. Marchese
Cam Mazza
Bob Medley
Augie Meyers
Frank Padellaro
Hunt Sales
Greg Saulmon
Steve Schecter
Thom Sullivan
Bobby Trimble
... more
The Mal Thursday Quintet recommends:
It's All Going By Too Fast
by Mal Thursday and the Cheetahs
Mal's 1992 recordings, featuring "Get Outta Dallas," "that's Your Problem," and "Sky Wild/Medley from CJ SORROW: A Garage Rock Opera."
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