Seven days and I still can't get over it
All the beauty surrounding me
It's 6:30 AM and I'm up with the sun
Shining in harmony
Indigo blue is the color that she is wearing
We're about to go strolling through Yellowstone
Lions, Tigers, and Bears...Oh My!
O.K. maybe not lions...and maybe not tigers...
We're in Wyoming now, no longer in Kansas
There are so many other amazing things to witness
All around us
For instance, Old Faithfull here...
Every hour the atmousphere is filled with a spew of sulpherous scalding water
Come along as we journey through Yellowstone
See the Buffalo Roam all over the road
Watch as antelope, elk, or moose make themselves known
We're in Wyoming now, no longer in Kansas
Standing tall at the foot of a waterfall
All the majesty overwhelmes us
In the distance a bubbling pool underground
Smolders in silence
Is there anyone who wouldn't fancy a fresh caught salmon?
Fishing's fine along any bank of the Yellowstone
Now, the sky is on fire as the sun melts away
With the first star I see, I give thanks for a glorious day
We're in Wyoming now, no longer in Kansas..
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The Key
Copyright ©2000 Danzig and Woolley
Open up your heart
Release your mind
You've got to look into where it's dark sometimes,
Before you can see the light
Waiting for you on the other side
You don't know what you are missing
Until you know what you're missing
Trying to find the key,(to the door) of the world you want to live in
You have to imagine it first
Tally up your thoughts
What have you got?
When you decide what it is you want
That's when you can achieve anything
If you believe in it and never give up
Your destination is unclear
Close your eyes and you'll be there
Trying to find the key,(to the door) of the world you want to live in
You have to imagine it first...
If you're asleep awaken
A giant step is taken when fear has been forsaken
Your world is waiting for you
The door will open for you
First, you must pass the test
To find the key is your quest
Repeat first verse and chorus
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The 13th Floor
Copyright © 2000 Danzig and Woolley
I asked a passer-by on the street,
He called it "superstition" I paid a fortune teller to speak,
She said, "it's all in the stars"
So I checked into the Constellation Hotel
In the drawer was a bible and an old deck of cards
I sat there reading until the sun showed up beside my window
I even tried a game of Tut's Tomb
But, the deck was missing a king
I'm wondering how the number 13 got it's bad reputation
What does it mean?
The 14th floor is really the 13th floor
The 13th floor has been there all along
Still, the buttons on the elevator insist
That the floor doesn't exist
What's going on?
13 moons show their face every year
13 has become 12
13 zodiac signs once appeared
Pity Arachnid, the spider
Now that she's gone...
I'm wondering how the number 13 got it's bad reputation
What does it mean?
Repeat Chorus
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Halloween in Marblehead
Written by Don Oja-Dunaway, vocal arrangement: Danzig and Woolley
Do you have a favorite memory?
I imagine we all have memories, some are better left behind
Some overtake us when we least expect them to...
And tug us back in time
Now, most have ragged edges, few resemble precious stones
If we could hold them in our hands, they'd most likely take us home
I remember a boy near Salem, I was only four years old
And the trees in the apple orchard burning yellow, red, and gold
One morning just like magic, there were diamonds all around
Glistening on the rainbow leaves blanketing the ground
Do you have a favorite memory? Here is one of mine...
Halloween in Marblehead, 1949
I was watching the shadows on the wall one night
Listening to the wind
I had barely drifted off to sleep
My parents got me up again...
The sandman had just left my room with a great big bag of yawns
That kitchen light was so very bright, I wondered what was going on
A red jelly bean touched my lips, but I didn't get a taste
My mother painted Emmett Kelly's sad sack smile all over my face
Daddy laced and tied my shoes, he did them up real good,
And drew me into my winter coat, the warm one with a hood
Oh, and Mom held up the mirror and said, Son what do you see?
I saw a strange little kid in my favorite coat staring back at me
Do you have a favorite memory, here is one of mine
Halloween in Marblehead, 1949
They handed me an empty grocery bag
I said, hey what is this for?
Trick or Treat! came the reply
They opened up the front door
Just then an old lady on a broomstick came cackling by
My mouth popped open in a great big "O"
I couldn't believe my eyes
The wind blew hob-goblins up and down the street
My Daddy would knock on all the doors, we'd holler Trick or Treat
All the doors would swing wide open
I'd intone that fantastic phrase...
Pretty soon I'd have an apple and some cookies and some candy corn,
And a couple of Milky Ways
Mr. Nichols owned the neigborhood grocery store
It was just a few doors down
I got a big dill pickle on a stick
Gosh! It must have weighed a pound
There were jack-o-lanterns everywhere
There eyes were burning bright
But, there was nothing very spooky at all I recall about that night
I know that there are people who call it an unholy holiday
A Satanic celebration...I don't remember it that way
I remember my Mom and a great big jelly bean,
My Dad's huge hands that held me tight
And the love that made magic happen to me one windy October night
Oh, their love made magic happen to me one windy October night
Do you have a favorite memory? Here is one of mine...
Halloween in Marblehead, 1949
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Divine Intervention
Copyright © 1998 Danzig and Woolley
Everyone I knew that knew him
In the town that I grew up in
All agreed, Johnny had something extra special
Anybody who would meet him,
For as long as he'd allow
Would follow him around like he was Jesus Christ himself
When I was just a child, I saw him save a little girl from dying
She couldn't breathe
He walked over to her, he touched her,
Suddenly the girl was fine...
Was it divine intervention? Or was it just luck...
From the moment she was born
The people of Orleans Parish Considered Mary to be Someone extra special
From the time that Johnny saw her He knew he'd have to meet her
She had the hair of Summer
She had the eyes of Spring
The "Cutting of the Elm" in '88
Is what finally would bring them face to face,
Mary and John
Was it divine intervention? Or was it just luck...
Mary caught pnemonia and she almost died,
But thanks to Johnny's thaumatergy
Mary's right as rain
She said, how can I ever thank you
For saving my life?
He said, thank yourself
It wasn't me who cured you I only waved the wand
The power you say I posess exists in us all...
Each and every one of us
Was it divine intervention...?
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Callous
Copyright © 1998 Danzig and Woolley
Elizabeth had a lover, now she is an un-wed mother
Her son has fire in his blood
"He's always doing things", she said
"He knows that he shouldn't do, showing everyone he can...
Proving that he's a man"
His eyes are dark and distant
His mind is callous
Product of America
Born in the heart of Texas
Raised on the money his mama brought home from her job
Waiting tables down at Billy Bob's,
"Biggest honky tonk in the whole God dammed world"
His father is alcaholic
Survival and poker playing, two things Daddy taught his son
Nobody knows for sure if he's still alive, or where he has gone
They do know that the boy and his Ma live alone...
His eyes are dark and distant
His mind is callous
Product of America
He'll break the bank in "Vegas"
Ceaser's Palace
Then blow it all in Tunica, Mississippi
Memphis, Tennessee
"Former stompin' ground of the king of rock and roll"
Elizabeth saw it coming, now she is an older woman
Her son has fire in his blood
He left to find his father when he knew what he didn't then
Now she wonders if she will ever see him again...
Her eyes are dark and distant
Her mind is callous
Product of America
She's done her very darndest to keep her balance
But, if things keep up she's sure to fall
Off that wagon she's been riding on
She'll be back upon that bar stool over at Billy Bob's,
"Biggest honky tonk in the whole God damned world"
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Saltwater Cowboy
Copyright © 2000 Guy Gentry/Kevin Danzig
His life has been something of a watery maze
Where the indigo nights melt into Mexico days
Crossed oceans as smooth as the face of a girl
Spent endless days riding on a dark stormy swirl
There have been times when the water was so clear
Other times, so cloudy that it's blinded him with tears
But, a sure handed helmsman knows when danger is near
He makes his adjustments in life without fear
CHORUS:
When the cold winter wind casts it's icy, gray stare
He tucks up his collar and pretends not to care
He's a saltwater cowboy of substance and range
He knows life's constant is change
When summer's sweet mermaids and dolphins abound
Barefoot at the bowrail is where he'll be found
He welcomes their watery souls, intertwined
With the memories that swim through his soul, heart, and mind
They never stay long, seems they have somewhere to go
But, the love that they bring him continues to show
He loves them in spite of their wandering ways
And remembers them fondly on those chilly fall days
Repeat CHORUS:
When November's witches come searching for souls
And Nantucket's spirits sail bravely and bold
From ships of despair they beckon him near
With hands numb and ringing, they ghostly appear
It's his friends and his family that keep him on course
Their thoughts always with him, he has no remorse
He just dreams of a time in a place far away
Where again with the dolphins and the mermaids he'll play
There's no place he'd rather be
Than swimming with the sweet mermaids and the dolphins of the sea
Repeat CHORUS:
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Chernobyl
Copyright © 1997 Danzig and Woolley
I wouldn't want to be a doctor in Kiev
All of my patiets would be dying
I woundn't want to be a baby in Kiev
'Cause chances are good I'd fall prey
To the radioactive poisons
The authorities claim aren't there
It's Kruschev in all his glory
Raising "hell" killing the innocent...
Chernobyl haunts us all
Like the fallout from a hundred atom bombs Hiroshima, '45
Did we learn anything, was it ever applied?
It's disgraceful,(appalling) It's insane
How can we stop it from ever happening again...
There's radiation in the classroom
Hiding out
Like an army preparing their assault
I wouldn't want to be the people going down
In the history books as those at fault
Catastrophe in the making
Prokofiev crying wolf
Is it fact, is it propoganda?
Smell the sweet melting of human hearts...
Have mercy on the Children of the world.
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Frustrated Angel
Copyright © 1996 Danzig and Woolley
Tonight, he'll try it again
Convincing her life is worth living
This girl is a desparate case,
He's got to roar like Orion to make her listen
Still, he keeps trying at the risk of losing his voice...
Chorus:
He's a frustrated angel
Assigned to a girl who won't "see the light"
Candles are flickering right in front of her eyes
Curtains are rustling without wind
Cherabim, there's only so much he can do
He's a frustrated angel
He died in a beautiful way
Saving the life of another
He jumped in the path of a bullet intended for somebody's mother
Faced with the challenge he has been given,
Real life was a walk in the park
Repeat Chorus:
Can he stop this girl from committing suicide?
If it pleases the king, he would do anything
God is watching him, he's so paranoid
"What's a guy gotta do to earn his wings?"
Frustrated angel
He's a frustrated angel
Assigned to a girl who won't "see the light".
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My Favorite Candy
Copyright ©1996 Kevin Danzig
If you can have a good time
Without really trying
If you can smile just for fun
You're alot like the girl,
Dancing beside me
In the hot summer sun I want to complain
There's a voice down inside me saying,
"It's too humid for this"
But, she does it so well I can't help but notice
Now, we're lost in a KISS
She melts in my mouth, not in my hand
My favorite candy
She melts in my mouth, not in my hand
Sweet, the smell of her breath
Fresh, the fruit of our labor
As we embrace by the bay
She's at home in my arms
Nothing coming between us
And we like it that way I worry at times
There's a voice down inside my saying,
"How could this ever be?"
Still, another one says,
"Eat it up while you can boy,
It's a delicacy"
She melts in my mouth, not in my hand
My favorite candy
She melts in my mouth, not in my hand
And it's so much more than a sexual thing
You could call it sublingual
Absorbed through my skin,
She enters my bloodstream
Like a pill under my toungue...
She melts in my mouth, not in my hand
She's my favorite candy
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