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Tell Me
06:10
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Tell me, what is all that light.
Tell me, why is it so bright out here.
Tell me, how am I supposed to eat.
Tell me, will I always feel so beat up.
I can’t understand a word you say, ‘cuz
I was just born yesterday. Still tell me.
Tell me where I’m supposed to go.
Tell me everything you know.
Tell me why the sky is blue.
Tell me why I can’t eat glue.
I’m hanging on every word you say, and
every day’s a new play day, so tell me.
And I think so far it’s going ok.
I made it through another day.
And I’m going to find my way.
Tell me why you won’t leave me alone.
Tell me why I can’t have my own phone.
Tell me when I can have the car.
Tell me why you think I’ll go too far.
I’m not listening to a word you say,
‘cuz I’m turning 16 now any day.
Don’t tell me.
Tell me all about you.
Tell me, do you like me too.
Tell me what you think about me.
Tell me who you want me to be.
I’m analyzing every word you say,
‘cuz I fell in love with you yesterday.
Please tell me.
And I think so far it’s going ok.
I made it through another day.
And I’m starting to find my way.
Tell me I’m going to go far.
Tell me I’m going to be a star.
Tell me everything that you do.
Tell me, and I’ll do your job too.
I’m writing down every word you say,
‘cuz I’m gonna be the boss here some day.
So tell me.
Tell me when this mortgage will be paid off.
Tell me since I’m too young to be laid off.
Tell me how a kid with a tattoo,
Tell me how he can do the things I do.
Would I keep this job if I dyed my hair?
I’m way too young for Medicare.
So tell me.
And I think so far it’s going ok.
I made it through another day.
And I found my way.
Tell me how ever found time for my career.
Tell me, as we stroll along the pier.
Tell me how you managed to stay with me,
Tell me, through my darkest day.
Tell me how I got so lucky never felt so alive,
since I turned the big five-oh,
Tell me.
Tell me why my body’s getting slow.
Tell me, while I have places still to go.
Tell me, when I get back from the library.
Tell me, before I leave for my Tai Chi.
I’d like to tell you what I’ve learned ‘til now,
but instead you’ll learn it yourself somehow.
I can’t tell you.
Tell me, what is all that light?
Tell me, why is it so bright in here.
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Kamikaze Cupcake wasn’t her original name.
It was Marilyn or Alice or Jane or something quite plain.
But once she went off to school in her little plaid dress,
shiny black shoes, white socks and all the rest,
She started to poke out from her Jane- cacoon.
She’s coming soon.
Our little Cupcake wasn’t like all the other girls.
When they gave her dolls she’d rather dissect them
than put their hair in curls.
The other Marilyns and Alice might sit and play tea,
but our little Cupcake had places to be.
Kamikaze Cupcake is coming soon, to a planet near you.
Kamikaze Cupcake is coming soon,
Kamikaze Cupcake has a brand new tune.
Kamikaze Cupcake has someone to be,
Kamikaze Cupcake is something to see.
Kamikaze Cupcake is coming soon, to a planet near you.
Cupcake didn’t really fit in but she didn’t much care.
It could have been because of her tattoos
or her neon pink hair.
She knew there was someone she was destined to be.
She tried everything once and some things three times.
Kamikaze Cupcake is coming soon to a planet near you.
Kamikaze Cupcake is coming soon.
Kamikaze Cupcake has entered the room.
Kamikaze Cupcake is on her way.
Kamikaze Cupcake has something to say.
Kamikaze Cupcake is coming soon, to a planet near you.
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Coming back from her walk
she sat down to have a talk
with her Granma rocking in her chair.
She said Granma take off your ear phones.
Turn down that rock and roll and talk to me.
I must decide what to be now that I’ve got my PhD.
But I really like to rock out
so can you help me talk out.
What should I do? What should I be?
Hey, Kid, don’t mumble,
Stand strong, don’t be too humble.
Know I’ll be there if you tumble,
but you’ll have to let yourself stumble.
I can’t tell you what to do or what to be.
You’re from a line of Women’s Libbers,
Twenties flappers and sinners,
Suffragettes chained to fences,
and they have a consensus
that no one can tell you who to be.
Granma just one thing, will you come and hear me sing
in the subway late at night,
if by day I wear a white lab coat.
Granma will you come hear me sing?
Hey Kid if you go to the Paris Metro,
or when you’re in Oslo
to receive your first Nobel Prize,
I’ll be there to hear you sing.
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Suede Shoe Blues
05:48
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I was up all night in my blue suede shoes.
I was up all night with the Suede Shoe Blues,
Roaming the observatory, waiting for the stars to align.
Looking for a planet. Maybe that planet is mine.
I’ve been all night in my blue suede shoes.
I’ve been up all night with the Suede Shoe Blues,
Running my observatory, waiting for the heavens to part.
Looking for a black hole, like the one that’s in my heart.
Kamikaze Cupcake’s astrophysics work is first rate.
But Kamikaze Cupcake is missing something
that just can’t wait.
Kamikaze Cupcake is looking for a soul-mate.
When I left there at dawn I still wore my blue suede shoes.
I went down to a club where they
play righteous suede shoe blues.
I tried to play me some numbers,
but they said I still had to pay my dues.
So I went down to the subway where I can always find a spot.
I was singing my tunes when I noticed the crowd part.
Looking back at me was the answer to my heart.
Kamikaze Cupcake has found her own true love.
They fit together like a hand inside a glove.
Kamikaze Cupcake is thanking her stars above.
I’ve been up all night in my blue suede shoes.
I’ve been up all night but without those Suede Shoe Blues,
I’ve been showing off my observatory,
showing how the stars can align,
I know I found a heaven; this time that heaven is mine.
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6. |
Are You Looking At Me
03:00
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Hello, are you looking at me? Do you see what I see?
Is it meant to be?
Hello, do you feel what I feel? Is it really real,
this love that I feel.
Parlez-vous Francais, you said to me.
I said “Maybe oui”.
Je m’appelle Jean Cluny, et toi, comment t’appelle tu,
I remember I do.
Will you be Jeanne Pitou to my Jean Cluny?
Oh please say oui.
Hello, are you looking at me? Do you see what I see?
Is it meant to be?
Hello, do you feel what I feel? Is it really real,
this love that I feel.
Regardez-moi; can I call you “toi”?
Maybe it seems fast, but I’ve loved you for all my lives past.
My heart floats into my head when I look in your eyes,
and I feel so high.
Hello, are you looking at me? Do you see what I see?
Is it meant to be?
Hello!
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The Letter
02:58
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Cher Grand-mere, I write this letter from a Paris café.
You should be safe home now; I’m so glad you came to stay.
And I know it can be hard travelling all that way.
Cher Grand-mere, I’m sitting by the banks of the Seine,
holding hands with my very, very good friend.
but now that you’ve gone I need to get back to work again.
Hey Kid, I hope this email finds you well.
I’m back home now, released from airplane hell.
Changed my euros back to dollars;
now I’m going to rest a spell.
Hey Kid, you’ve really done me proud,
singing your tunes to that Paris Metro crowd.
And it really knocks me out how you speak French out loud.
Cher Grand-mere, I’ve discovered something up in the skies.
It’s a real break-through I found from my freshly rested eyes.
I’m going to write up a paper and
send it to the other science guys.
Hey Kid, I saw you in the paper today.
The New York Times On-line said
you had something brand-new to say.
You found magic in the heavens,
I always knew you would someday.
Cher Grand-mere, I’m sitting by the banks of the Seine,
holding hands with my very, very good friend.
but now I’ve made my break-through
I’ve got to go to work again.
I’ve got to make a break-through, so you can be proud again.
Hey Kid, you’ve really done me proud,
Giving your papers out to that Paris science crowd.
Plus it really knocks me out how you speak French out loud.
And I’ve got to say that you’ve really done me proud.
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Dreams Come Crazy
04:38
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There’s magic in the heavens, there’s magic in the skies.
There’s magic in her true love’s eyes.
She cannot stay awake now; it’s been a long, long road.
Her eyes are getting heavy,
now that she can put down her load.
And as she falls asleep…
Dreams come fast. Dreams come crazy. Like the one where
The good dog Rip went on a trip to see her friend Kip,
but she bit her lip.
Plus she had a bad hip so she couldn’t skip,
and she tripped on a ship.
But she still left a good tip.
The magic in the heavens; the magic in the skies
won for Kamikaze Cupcake the Nobel Prize.
She thought she was still dreaming when the telephone rang.
When they told her about the prize, she hung up and sang.
Dreams come fast. Dreams come crazy. Like the one where
Kamikaze Cupcake is something to see. Like the one where
Kamikaze Cupcake has someone to be. Like the one where
Kamikaze Cupcake is on her way. Like the one where
Kamikaze Cupcake has something to say.
It all happened today.
There’s magic in the heavens, there’s magic in the skies.
There’s magic in your true love’s eyes. And if you let them
Dreams come fast. Dreams come crazy.
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9. |
One Empty Chair
04:06
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Kamikaze Cupcake and her one true love
descended into Oslo from the clouds above.
Took a cab from the airport to their grand hotel,
The kind of place you stay when you win the Nobel Prize.
Kamikaze Cupcake is doing swell.
She had her speech ready to give the Committee.
She had her speech ready, and an outfit almost pretty.
Everything was ready, except for one empty chair.
She was just waiting for her Granma to get there.
But her Granma wasn’t coming.
She’d joined the stars above, Cleaving Cupcake just her love.
Life goes fast; life goes crazy.
But love holds fast, even when life seems crazy
Like it does today.
Kamikaze Cupcake sat there in shock.
She couldn’t stand up; she couldn’t give her talk.
Her Granma had left her, what was she going to do?
Then she heard an old voice coming through.
Hey, Kid, don’t mumble.
You don’t need me if you stumble.
And you decide who to be.
Now Kamikaze Cupcake had always been smart.
She got the message and she took it to heart.
She pulled up her socks; she straightened her spine.
She went on to make the most of her time here.
Kamikaze Cupcake is going to be fine.
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10. |
A Life, Unplugged
05:02
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