1. |
Songcookin
02:44
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When you get your griddle hot
Melt some chocolate in a pot
Make some waffles crispy brown
Add that chocolate go to town
Songcookin
Songcookin
Songcookin
Gimme some happy in a happy pie
Songcookin
Songcookin
Songcookin
Gimme some happy in a happy pie
Melt that butter in a pan
Beat some eggwhites that's the plan
Add some apples, raisins, nuts
Splash o rum if you got the guts
Chorus
Bridge:
All my children all my clan
Ain't seen nothin like the breakfast man
Serve em steamy serve em mean
Breakfast man's just a mean machine
Instrumental chorus
Heat that pan, add the bacon
Like my mama, she's Jamaican
N when I fry those chopped potaters
Peppers, onions ain't no haters
Get that red hot, add some sizzle
Not too much, just a drizzle
Now you're ready sit on down
Don't be shy, go to town
Chorus
Repeat add voices
All together:
All my children all my clan
Ain't seen nothin like the breakfast man
Serve em steamy serve em mean
Breakfast man's just a mean machine
Songcookin.. songcookin... songcookin.. songcookin
Songcookin.. songcookin
Make some happy with a happy pie
Make some happy with a happy pie
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Dancin fingers dancin toes
Dancin partners dosey-doe
Makin music’s about your feet
Keepin time, keepin beat
Now your playin the jazz guitar
Like a big-band orchestra
Keepin time, keepin beat
Dance those fingers like dancin feet
Same old story on the tenor sax
Clarinet, don’t be lax
Don’t be shy, don’t be frail
Let it go, let it wail
Keep it goin on the trumpet
Dance those fingers, really pump it
Slide that arm, slide that bone
Slide it up and take us home
If you want to play the fiddle
Don’t be shy, let your fingers diddle
That’s so sweet the way you make it sing
Play it man, make it swing
And lest we forget you low down there
Tappin our toes, tappin the air
It ain’t called rhythm without this ace
We got Harry on the double bass
And in the orchestra we ain’t dumb
We know where that beat comes from
Whack those cymbals, whack that drum
Keep us dancin til kingdom come
Dance those fingers dancin toes
Dancin partners dosey-doe
Kick up your heels or take a seat
Make music, move your feet
Swing out everybody
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Sweet potato fries
Sweet potato fries
Dunk em in the gravy
It's how you satisfy
Eat em with your mouth
Eat em with your eyes
Eat em down South
It's what I advise
Now hams n yams
Some salty with your sweet
Cook em up with buttah
Some sweet with your meat
Sweet potato fries
Sweet potato fries
Dunk em in the gravy
It's how you satisfy
Oh
Sweet potato pie
Sweet potato pie
Drop a glop a whip cream
N slide it down the slide
Sweet potato fries
Sweet potato fries
Slop em in the gravy
Myyyy.... oh ... myyy
- - - - - - - - - - -
Summer’s here!
Take that mahhbstah lobstah
fried green tomatas and
N some strawberry rhubarb paeh
Ain't that the taters
I love potaters
Like em when their nice and fried
Halloween’s approachin
Little kids approachin
Candy can’t be denied
Thanksgivin’s a comin
Smell it in the oven
Better get yourself inside
That’s tuurkey gobbler
I'll take the cobbler
N some cranberry on the side
Gimme some stuffin
I’ll take the muffin
N a piece o that punkin paeh
N before I'm feelin snacky
- Crackerjacky
Come on honey, let it slide
Take some mahhbstah lobstah,
fried green tomatas and
Strawberry... rhu...barb pie
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4. |
Awaz
02:13
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Awaz was a man
Came from Pakistan
He rode the Glenville train
Was way out west
Why was he out west
Just wanted to get outa the rain
Chorus
Awaz was a man
He came from Pakistan
Didn't know how he landed here
But he was resourceful
His cooking was so sauce-ful
That he joined a chuck wagon on the plains
mmm-m-m-mmm break
Verse
His spicy vindaloo
Became a favorite chew
of teamster and cow hand
And his way with tender stews
His lamb got rave reviews
From Cheyenne down to the Rio Grande
Chorus
Yes Awaz was a man
Who made himself a plan
His competitors were far and few
And when gold hit the pan
He traveled to San Fran
Showed off his spicy vindaloo
mmm-m-m-mmm break
Verse
Then he brought his wife and aunt
Opened a restaurant
It soon became a chain
And all through the West
He was known the best
For his spicy lamb and chicken vindaloo
Yes sir,
For his lamb and aromatic chicken stew
In the main
For his spicy lamb and chicken vindaloooo
...+...+...
Wah Hoooo!
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A.
You put your right hand in, you put your left hand in
You grab the hand that's offered and that's how it all begins
You swing your partner round and do it all again
That's what it's all about
You put your left foot in, you put your right foot in
You dance as though you mean it and you share a little grin
A little hanky panky and you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about
B.
Cuz we are daanncin, dancin with each other
And we are siingin, singin for the pleasure
Exercising right,
Exercising left
Doin what we want to do
To swing around together
(Instrumental break)
A.
You raise your right hand up
You raise your left hand up
You stand for your beliefs
When you need to stand up
You look and find each other
And you nod and gather round
That's what it's all about
You're marchin toward the light and you're singing with your kin
You get knocked down and you do it all again
You shake yourself off and look yourself around
That's what it's all about
B.
Cause we are maarrching
There for one another
Holding haannds, singin with each other
Exercising rights
Exercising lefts
Following the footsteps
With our sisters and brothers
(Instrumental break)
(Repeat last verse and chorus)
(Chanted)
You get beat down and you don't give in
You get beat down, that's how it all begins
Exercise your lefts, exercise your rights
That's what it's all about
That's right
That's what it's all about
Uh-huh
That's whaaat it's alll a-bout
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6. |
Well Alright!
04:24
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You ever tried something And you just can't get it right?
Over and over and it makes you uptight?
Well here's a little ditty ... For you and you and you
Get a little daylight and you’ll see your way through
When...
Mozart wrote his symphonies
Seems they came out like a breeze
But even Mo-zart went on his knees
When he got it mostly right
What’s that you say?
If you feel you need to get something ju-u-ust right
But it keeps going ju-st wrong
Take a little time. Get a little daylight and you’ll feel it alright
When Hannibal crossed the mighty Alps,
When his elephants were nothing but toddling whelps, ...
Before his troops took any scalps, ...
He took a little time. Got a daylight
And said “It’s alright “
"Try this one."
When Olivier played a Shakespearian role,
Before his Hamlet could unfold,
His king's speech so eloquently told
That he took a little time Got a little daylight
And said to himself:
To BE, or not to be: that is the question.
To be, or NOT to be: THAT is the question.
To be...or... not...to be... ...that is the question.
There are so many examples who we admire
Their stars shining, their names afire
We didn't know they too aspire
Let’s hear it…
As they took a little time Got a little daylight
And said, “well alright “
So I took my daughter out to drive, ...
She was parallel parking, at least she tried...
I'll fail my driving test she cried.
Honey, sweety.. you're gettin closer.
Each time you do it, something's going right!
Just… take a little time Get a little daylight
And you’ll be alright
When perfection eludes you
Take a little time Get a little daylight
And you’ll feel all-right
And when you doubt it all
Take a little time Get a little daylight
And you’ll say
“Alllll Right!”
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7. |
Vegan Farmers
01:41
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My goodness you're a looker
Said the beets to the plum
Ripe and kinda purply-blue
Said the plum to the beets
You're so sweet
And purple's my favorite color too
Rosemary, said her Sage
Why not get engaged
In that pot of boiling vindaloo
Join Curry and Cumin
It'll be so human
Spice Girls make a bubbly stew
The farmer in the dell
knew her crops as well
As any local Jack or Jim
But she couldn't hear em singin
As they were still clingin
To each other as she snapped their stems
B part
You know Vermont's got a lot of vegan farmers
And their intentions are mostly true
But if they knew their planters
As well as Bernie Sanders
They might learn a thing or two
Yes Vermont's got a lot of vegan farmers
Their boots get muddy in the rain
But when it freezes over
Snow blankets all their clover
There isn't much for them to really gain
So they close up all their windows
Stoke their fires nice and hot
Go beneath the covers
Whisper to each other
Like the veggies they just cooked in a pot
So the moral of this story
If you really need a moral
Is it al-ways takes two
To make a conversation
If you're really a real person
And even if you're not a plum will do
Even if you're not a plum will do
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8. |
Said Santa to the Elf
01:44
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Get the earwax outa your ear
Said Santa to the elf
We got too many packages yet to deliver
And you're totally into yourself
I've already told you about this job
If you don't like it go where you must
The wind's coming up, there're chimneys to climb
And my balance I no longer trust
Said the elf to the Claus
I ain't your dumb servant
I told you before that I'm not
So get yourself stooges that'll do what you want
You wont get me to move from this spot
Said Santa to elf, I don't like what you say
I can't keep firing the help
And if you don't heed what I tell you to do
These kiddies will lose and I'll have your damn scalp
I'll seriously take your scalp
Said elf to Santa you're such a bore
Year after year it's the same
Get yourself reindeer you silly old man
Stop complaining to me that you're lame
And with that he bolted, ne'er to return
Left Santa perched on the roof
Thinking Humpy Dumpty had a great fall
And my goodness, I'm living proof!
SPLAT!
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9. |
Slovenian Bark
03:57
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When you keep your cow in the barn
Don’t forget to milk her in the morn
And when you feed your horses hay and oats
Don’t forget to also feed the goats
I can’t teach you everything I know
Don’t waste my time you so-and-so
Stop asking questions you’re so slow
You’ve just got to learn it on the go
When you go back there and cut the hay
Don’t waste your time there all day
And when you put the stones in the brook
Don’t forget you have to help me cook
I can’t teach you everything I know
Don’t waste my time you so-and-so
Stop asking questions you’re so slow
You’ve just got to learn it on the go
When you cook a meal in the pot
Don’t forget to serve it nice and hot
And when you sweep the scraps from the floor
Don’t forget to throw them out the door
I can’t teach you everything I know
You’ve just got to learn it on the go
Don’t waste these people’s time you crow
It’s way past time we get on with the show
credits
released November 6, 2013
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At the Circus
03:01
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Took my daddy to the circus
Saw the lions and the bears
Ate some cotton candy
And threw up on the chairs
There were elephants and clowns
And a lady in a corset
Costume movin as she
Snapped her whip above the horses
They even launched a munchkin
Launched him from a cannon
How’d they ever do that
How’d they make it happen
Got home and dreamed
about the colors and the lights
I’m still dreamin
It’s been fifteen thousand nights!
Now I take my kids
They think it’s really somethin'
No lions or bears
Or cannons shooting munchkins
They still have grumpy clowns
And they still have lots of colors
And they still have cotton candy
As they re-mind one another
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11. |
Consider the Ant
04:18
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We think of ourselves as movers and shakers
We build tall buildings and dig under acres
Our machines are marvels at hauling freight
But have you ever tried to lift your own weight?
If you can’t… consider the ant
Ants are amazing… They chop up leaves
They carry sticks… They chew down trees
They compost dead plants… and they aerate the soil
And they don’t break a sweat despite backbreaking toil
Dit-di-dit-di-dit-dit-da, Dit-di-dit-di-dit-dit-da
No matter what happens ants will always be with us
To crawl and alarm and even seem vicious
They get in our socks, they get in our food
It’s not hard to see how they get us unglued
Some are quite harmless, some are quite bad
Their sting is like fire, they march through the land
Now I’ll tell you a story I bet you can’t beat
It’s OK, I’ll wait… go get something to eat
....... ........ .......
It’s a true story I swear to you Bob
I wish I’d snapped pictures, I looked like a slob
My face was all grimy, my feet were swelled up
My sneakers were slimy, I couldn’t stand up
You see where I was was the Amazon forest
I felt very brave, was an adventurous tourist
Hiking through thickets, hiking through mud
Chopping at branches, leaches sucking my blood
Each day we'd get through we'd get through by chance
But one night when I slept in my nice grubby pants
Yes one night when I slept in my nice grubby pants
I found in the morning they’d been eaten by ants
My skin was intact my flesh was not eaten
But this was enough I felt totally beaten
My legs showed through like in fishnet stockings
Carried my pride as I had to keep walking
We were deep in the forest, there were monkeys and snakes
Creepy crawlies that gave me the shakes
I never imagined setting out on my trek
That the risk I'd be risking would be under my neck
No I never imagined that my old cotton pants
Would be the delicacy chosen by ants
So the next time you see them crawl on your floor
Climb up the counter or sneak through the door
Consider how you’ll get rid of this pest
Will you trap it or crunch it or smoke out the nest
Or do you believe in re-incarnation
Perhaps this fellow‘s a distant relation
Whatever you do… if you kill it, or can’t
Use this small moment to consider the ant
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Dancin fingers dancin toes
Dancin partners dosey-doe
Makin music’s about your feet
Keepin time, keepin beat
Now your playin the jazz guitar
Like a big-band orchestra
Keepin time, keepin beat
Dance those fingers like dancin feet
Same old story on the tenor sax
Clarinet, don’t be lax
Don’t be shy, don’t be frail
Let it go, let it wail
Keep it goin on the trumpet
Dance those fingers, really pump it
Slide that arm, slide that bone
Slide it up and take us home
If you want to play the fiddle
Don’t be shy, let your fingers diddle
That’s so sweet the way you make it sing
Play it man, make it swing
And lest we forget you low down there
Tappin our toes, tappin the air
It ain’t called rhythm without this ace
We got Harry on the double bass
And in the orchestra we ain’t dumb
We know where that beat comes from
Whack those cymbals, whack that drum
Keep us dancin til kingdom come
Dance those fingers dancin toes
Dancin partners dosey-doe
Kick up your heels or take a seat
Makin music’s about your feet
Swing out everybody
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Stephen Scholle Hartsdale, New York
Picked up guitar in 1967. Began writing songs in 09 after a breakup. TY to Fred Gillen, Burr Johnson, Peter Calo and the Ashokan music community for supporting my passion. I write from the chord voicings and I write from the voice inside. Some songs channel moments. Sometimes words just sound good. I like to let the song speak and I like to work with others on that. If you'd like, get in touch. ... more
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