Walter Whitman Where Are You
Fallen In Love
You Owe It To Yourself
A Little Bit Of Judas
Unbearably Blue
Jehovah And All That Jazz
None So Beautiful
I Die A Little More Each Day
Come To The Well
Moon Over Madness
WALTER WHITMAN WHERE ARE YOU
Walter Whitman where are you
Among the stars or, in the earth beneath my shoe
It's just cause I'm wondering
Could you walk with me awhile
And maybe heaven could spare you awhile
Walter Whitman I confess
My faith is shaken
And my life's a holy mess
Yes, I need deliverance
But I'd settle for a smile
Now maybe heaven can spare you awhile
I thought I heard you yawpin' from the yonder tree
I swore I heard you say
"Don't worry boy, shut up, enjoy, be free"
Walter Whitman I declare
I could sing songs of joy
Through my darkness and despair
It's just I'm hoping
You could shed some light
That is if heaven can spare you tonight
"Don't worry boy, shut up, enjoy, be free"
Walter Whitman I declare
I could sing songs of joy
Through my darkness and despair
It's just I'm hoping
Yoy could coax a problem child
Now maybe heaven could spare you a while
Walter Whitman where are you?
Words: Gino Vannelli & Brock Walsh
Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1995 Whirling Rainbow Music (BMI) / Cabesa New World Luna, All Rights Reserved
FALLEN IN LOVE
Pardon me
What a rare mood I'm in
Check the glorious grin
And the bright eyes above
Well, excuse me world for being alive
At last I've arrived
I've fallen in love
Ate with Augustine Monks, babbled in tongues
Climbed the highest hill in Peru
Took a walk on the Ganges, peeled the wraps of Rameses
Slayed me a dragon or two
Turned saviors and saints, and little green men
Moonshine and miracle drugs
But I never quite saw the light
'till I fell in love
Pondered Zen and Zoroaster, and the life ever after
Blavatsky, Marx, Moliere
Found Jesus and Siddhartha in a bar in Djakarta
Chatting where the air is quite rare
Let Solomon keep his philosopher's stone
Let Jove keep his heavens above
To my mind it ain't near as divine as falling in love
I'm in love!
Pardon me
What a rare mood I'm in
Check the glorious grin
And the bright eyes above
Well, excuse me world for being alive
At last I've arrived
To my mind it ain't near as divine
Not nearly as sweet and sublime
As falling in love
I'm in love!
Pardon me
What a rare mood I'm in
Check the glorious grin
And the bright eyes above
Well, excuse me world for being alive
At last I've arrived
I've fallen in love
I'm in love
Fallen in love
Words: Gino Vannelli & Mark Frazier
Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1995 Whirling Rainbow Music (BMI) / Mark Frasier (with ASCAP), All Rights Reserved
YOU OWE IT TO YOURSELF
The coolness of your kiss
The lingering of your sigh
Your sweet yet unconvincing smile
Tell me no lie
Is it a wish for second youth
The age of lost romance
Or does a half-forgotten dream need one more chance
It's your life, what can I say
Right or wrong, either way
You owe it to yourslf to have your day
Well I must admit I'm crushed
Bewildered and betrayed
Still I won't hold you to the promises we made
Ah, love is such a mess
It's a painful work of art
Seems it's every man for himself to find his heart
So say goodbye and say no more
See what lies outside that door
You owe it to yourself to know for sure
No tears, no lies, no long goodbyes don't be cruel, baby
Just let me wish you well
Go seek and find, while I'm still inclined to play the fool, baby
You owe it to yourself
So say goodbye and say no more
See what lies outside that door
You owe it to yourself to know for sure
Know for sure
For sure
Words: Gino Vannelli & Roy Freeland
Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1995 Whirling Rainbow Music (BMI) / Margarine Moon Music, All Rights Reserved
A LITTLE BIT OF JUDAS
Well, you can wear those pajamas like those Tibetan llamas all day
You can be the ascetic profound and prophetic in most every way
You can model your life after Christ or suffice with Simon Peter
You can bathe in holy water bow to Gideon or Gautama
Or the pyramids of Giza
You can wear your frock, your collar, or your shawl
But there's a little bit of Judas in us all
You can keep your conscience swept clean
Your front lawn looking green
It's a keen neighborhood
You visit your sick mother weekly
Spring for charity freely like a moral man should
You brought two children in' the world a little boy, a little girl
You dutifully clothe and you feed them
ou come straight home to your wife
You want no trouble in your life
You swear you'll never cheat on them
Now suddenly you're feeling so small
'Cause there's a little bit of Judas in us all
Well, excuse my digression
But I had the distinct impression she loved me so
So as not to try her conscience
She handed me a crock of nonsense while she bled me slow
Now her picture hangs on the wall to remind me
There's a little bit of Judas in us all
A little bit of Judas, a little bit of Judas,
In us all
Words and Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1995 Whirling Rainbow Music (BMI), All Rights Reserved
UNBEARABLY BLUE
Russian blue, yeah russian blueLike sapphire in the sun
She taunted me so tenderly
What speck of logic I possess
Was hard on the run
I begged myself, don't give an inch
Don't wrestle with them eyes
One fatal glance, one look askance
Will only end in sorrow
Oh, dear boy, be advised
You're a happy man, and happy man
Resist what fools might do
Yeah, right, such noble words would be wise
If only they were truev 'Cause her eyes are so unbearably blue
Now ain't I smart, so insufferably smart
Why it leaves me stupefied
The face is flush, my mind is mush
I oughta cut and run
But all I do is slip and slide
Seems my body and my soul
Got conflicting points of view
Now then, which master do I serve
If I only knew
'Cause her eyes are so unbearably blue
Unbearably blue
Words: Gino Vannelli & Brock Walsh
Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1995 Whirling Rainbow Music (BMI) / Cabera New World Luna, All Rights Reserved
JEHOVAH AND ALL THAT JAZZ
Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff
dancing in the sun
I sing for thee
Praise to the ugly and the dispossessed and the genius born of
the viper's nest
You have set me free
Hey, you cranks and you clowns with your heads hanging down
I bring good tidings to you
For all the talent that he has Jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do
See the rose sprung from the heap of dung
the shafthorse hot and heavy hung shamelessly
Check the star dust oozing in the mud on it pilgrimage to flesh and blood
Now ain't that you and me
Hey, you Shakespeares in rags little heretics and hags
To thine own self be true
Well, he may be beautiful and king but Jehovah he don't swing like the devil
Birdman, Birdman, what's the word, man
Into the night we go
Billie, Billie, knock me silly
Sing to me soft and low
Save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice
I'd sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise
So I toot my toot for the man with roots
Hey, fifer on the E-flat flute play on, play on
All you sinners and you infidels you you artful madmen bound for hell
come sing along
Come on, you potty-trained saints spouting' isms and ain'ts
Dig the poetry my man
Well all deference to his throne
Gabriel he don't play no saxophone like Coltrane can
Now, save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice
I'd sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise
I'd sooner catch fire than kill my desire
Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff
dancing in the sun
I sing for you
For all the talent he has Jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do
Yeah, the devil do
Must admit he do
Ah, da devil do
Birdman, Birdman, what's the word, man
Into the night we go
Billie, Billie, knock me silly
Sing to me soft and low
Foll all the talent that he has Jehovah don't play no jazz ....
Words: Gino Vannelli & Brock Walsh
Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1995 Whirling Rainbow Music (BMI) / Cabesa New World Luna, All Rights Reserved
NONE SO BEAUTIFUL
Well there's a cross on the hill where the ragweed has grown
Where a mother's young son sleeps all alone
All for the land that he dreamed he could save
Yeah, there's none so beautiful as the brave
Oh, there's a stone in the meadow with all the weight of the world
Where the flowers are watered by the brown eyes of a girl
She cries for the life that her one true love gave
Yeah, there's none so beautiful as the brave
None so beautiful as the boy who cries freedom
None so beautiful as the voice that carries far
None so strong as love beyond all reason that fears no evil
Undaunted by the dark or any wicked man's heart
Oh there's a cross on a hill where no steeple bells ring
A shrine with no name where little children sing to the rhythm that rocks us
From the cradle to the grave
Yeah, there's none so beautiful
Oh, there's none so beautiful
Oh, there's none so beautiful as the brave
There's none so beautiful as the brave
Words: Gino Vannelli & Roy Freeland
Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1995 Whirling Rainbow Music (BMI) / Margarine Moon Music, All Rights Reserved
I DIE A LITTLE MORE EACH DAY
For every just man mocked and killed
For every drop of black contagion spilled
This is my house
This is my evil
For every battle lost and won
The spangled banners flapping in the sun
This is my blood
This is my people
The black drums leaking in their graves
The tin cans rocking on the arctic waves
For every child the streets will claim
The curse that rushes through her tiny veins
For every rose that wilts away
I die a little more each day
Just a little more each day
For every field of wasted grain
The rockets standing 'neath the western plains
This is my greed
This is my glory
For every fist raised to the sky
The crimes of hate our young sons glorify
For every mouth that yearns for bread
The heart of stone proclaiming
God is dead
For every soul that lost its way
I die a little more each day
Just a little more each day
A little more each day
For all the blessings I disown
The cruelities I condone
For every beast of land and sky and sea
That suffers for my vanity
For every sin under the sun
For all the tears from here to kingdom come
For every beast of land and sky and sea
That suffers for my vanity
For every sin under the sun
For all the tears from here to kingdom come
For every child the streets will claim
The curse that rushes through her tiny veins
For every rose that wilts away
I die a little more each day
Just a little more each day
A little more each day
Each day
Words: Gino Vannelli & Brock Walsh
Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1995 Whirling Rainbow Music (BMI) / Cabesa New World Luna, All Rights Reserved
COME TO THE WELL
Come to the well she said
Come eat my bread
Come drink the water of life
Enter my valley deep
Let the angels weep
Rejoice and touch the good earth tonight
And there was gingham and silk
Sage, honey and milk
Sweetmeats, spirits and wine
She bathed us in sweet balms of rose
Lit candles of clove
And lay her glisting body on mine
We stayed locked in love
In leaves of green and gold
She touched, I trembled, we kissed
I poured the contents of my aching heart and soul
Soon she woke up with the sun
Filled with seeds of worlds to come
Come to the well she said
Come and eat my bread
Come and drink the water of life
Words and Music: Gino Vannelli
© 1995 Whirling Rainbow Music (BMI), All Rights Reserved
MOON OVER MADNESS
There she lies, a vision in the dark
Invader of my heart
Look at me, behaving like a fool possessed
Damned if I'll be doomed
By this woman 'neath the moon over madness
Shall I kiss the mouth, stroke the hair
Undress her - do I dare
Or bite into the vein above her heaving breast
Ah, the sun best come up soon
There's no telling with the moon over madness
And when I see her face
The tuft of hair beneath the lace
I feel the fire of mortal men
As she draws a languorous breath
So full of life, so close to death
I'm filled with wild revenge
Shall I tear into her skin
Let the beast inside me win
I'm so uncertain
Or shall I fight my heart no more
Ease my lover to the floor
And loose my burden
What I'd give to know just what I am
A monster or a man
An angel born of Hell, or simply human flesh
One of which is in this room
Wondering 'neath the mood over madness
Shall I tear into her skin
Let the beast inside me win
I'm so uncertain
Or shall I end this lonely war
Ease my lover to the floor
And loose my burden
Woman won't you hold me in your arms
Before you come to harm
And take this tender love and drive it through my chest
Stike hard, do it soon
There's no telling with the moon over madness
My madness
Over you