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The Deportees Club

The demo of deportee has essentially the same lyrics as this earlier version of the song
In the arrivederci roma nightclub, bar and grill
Standing in the fibreglass ruins watching time stand still
All your troubles you confess
To another faceless backless dress
Schnapps chianti porter and ouzo
Pernod vodka sambuca I love you so
Deportee
Tatty beauty talking in riddles
Rome burns down everybodys on the fiddle
Two thousand dollars for wife and some class
A thousand years drowned in a chaser glass
How I wish that she was mine
I could have been a king in six eight time
Schnapps chianti porter and ouzo
Pernod vodka sambuca I love you so
Deportee
Its a brittle charm but shes had enough
Still she wrote her number on his paper cuff
You dont know where to start or where to stop
All this pillow talk is nothing more than talking shop
When I came here tonight my pockets were overflowing
They took my return ticket without me even knowing
I pray to the saints and all the martyrs
For the secret life of frank sinatra
But none of these things have come to pass
In america the law is a piece of ass
Im a deportee

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Deportee (solo Demo)

In the Arrivederci Roma nightclub, bar and grill
Standing in the fiberglass ruins watching time stand still
All your troubles you confess to another faceless, backless dress
Schnapps, chianti, porter and ouzo
Pernod, vodka, sambuca--I love you so
Deportee
There's a tatty beauty talking in riddles
Rome burns down and everybody fiddles
Deportee
But a thousand dollars won't buy you a Yank, you wife, alas
There's a thousand years of history ground in this chaser glass
And how I wish that she was mine
I could have been the King in Six Eight Time
Deportee
Oh, it's a brittle charm, but she's had enough
Still she wrote her name upon his paper cuff
And you don't where to start or where to stop
All this pillow talk is nothing more than finally talking shop
When I came here tonight my pockets were overflowing
They took my return ticket without me even knowing
Well, I pray to the saints and all the martyrs
For the secret life of Frank Sinatra
But none of these things have come to pass
In America the law is a piece of ass
Deportee
So it's Schnapps, chianti, porter and ouzo
Pernod, vodka, sambuca--I love you so
Deportee
Deportee
Poor Deportee

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The Purple Lady

A welcome Christmas break.
Half a week off the turps.

Time for wine, whiskey, gin,
vodka, sambuca, ouzo and peach schnapps.
Or peach schnapps vodka ouzo combinations.

But what is the exact formula
for Helen’s secret recipe?
A really well mixed purple lady?

Sixty percent meths
to forty percent
straight orange juice.

Or meths seventy thirty
to get really spacy
before getting drunk.

Helen said getting back
on the meths

is like
‘holding hands
with a long lost lover’.

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Turps and Meths – both are colloquial New Zealand kiwi
terms for methylated spirits.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Deportee

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
You're flying them back to the mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal and some of us are not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
But it's 600 miles to that mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like theives
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
My father's own father, waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sister come work the fruit trees
They rode the truck til' they took down and died
The airplane caught fire over los gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who are these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves
The radio said they were just deportees
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
No, all they will call you will be deportee
All they will call you will be deportee

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Deportee (Plaine Wreck At Los Gatos)

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
Youre flying them back to the mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal and some of us are not wanted
Our work contracts out and we have to move on
But its 600 miles to that mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like theives
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
My fathers own father, waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sister come work the fruit trees
They rode the truck til they took down and died
The airplane caught fire over los gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who are these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves
The radio said they were just deportees
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
No, all they will call you will be deportee
All they will call you will be deportee

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Deportee

The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
Theyre flying you back to the mexico border
To pay all your money to wade back again
My fathers own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters they work in the fruit trees
They rode the truck till they took down and died
Good-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalita
Adios mes amigos, jesus e maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted
Our work contracts out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to the mexican border
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves.
We died in your hills. we died on your deserts.
Weve died in your mountains, and died on your plains.
Weve died neath your trees, and weve died in your bushes.
Both sides of the river, weve died just the same.
Good-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalita
Adios mes amigos, jesus e maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
The skyplane caught fire over los gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who were all these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they were just deportees.
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
And is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil,
And be known by no name except deportee.
Good-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalita
Adios mes amigos, jesus e maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Hey Porter

(johnny cash)
(c) - (g) - (f)
(c) hey, porter, hey porter! would you tell me the (f) time?
(c) how much longer will it be til we cross that (g) mason dixon line? (c)
At daylight would you tell the engineer to slow it (f) down;
Or better still, just stop the train cause I (g) wanna look a (c) round.
Hey, porter! hey porter! what time did you say ?
How much longer will it be till I can see the light of day ?
When we hit dixie would ya tell the engineer to ring his bell;
And tell everybody that aint asleep to stand right up and yell.
Hey, porter! hey, porter! please, go on and get my bags for me,
I dont need nobody to tell me now that Im in tennessee.
Were not so far from home, you know, and its a-getting light outside
This old train is a-puffin smoke and I have to strain in my eyes
Hey porter! hey porter! please open up the door.
When they stop this train Im gonna get off first cause I cant wait no more.
Tell the engineer I say, thanks a lot. and I didnt mind the fare.
Im gonna set my feet on southern soil, Im gonna breathe the southern air.

song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Illegal Immigration

The hour of darkness covers many men.
They enter foreign soil illegally.
En mass invasion time and time again.
The problem is arithmetically
impossible to stop. Deportation
is just an empty word that represents
a losing battle across the nation.
Until we take a tougher stance, miscreants
below the border will invade the north
in droves. We must begin enforcing laws
to curb this exodus and thus set forth
our firm intentions: Stay away because
if caught your stay is brief my deportee.
Su clase no se desea aquí!

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Shop Talk

I seen you in your pajamas
Drinking coffee at the house of pies
You was flipping for the check
And talking like your tongue was paralyzed
You were saying something
That I dont understand
Bout looking other places
While youre holding my hand
Lets stop
Lets not
Talk shop
In front of all these guys
Chorus:
Lets not
Talk shop
Shop talk
Shop talk is talking something
That you dont realize
Loose lips sink ships, shake hips
Bad tips draw spies
I want you when I can get you
But you only want me on the rise
Well I thought I had your number
But your numbers too loud
Now youre standing on the table
And were drawing a crowd
Lets stop
Lets not
Talk shop
In front of all these spies

song performed by by John Prine
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Drunk Weather (Life Poem)

An altitude of ale
A barometer of beer
A circulation of champagne
A depression of damassine
An equilibrium of eau de vie
A fractus of fenny
A gust of grappa
A hail of horilka
An isotherm of icewine
A jet stream of jenever
A kilopascal of kirsch
A layer of limoncello
A metamorphism of mead
A nocturnal of nuvo
An overcast of ouzo
A persistence of porter
A reaction of rakia
A storm of sake
A torrent of tequila
An updraft of unicum
A vortex of vodka
A winter of whiskey
A disaster of drink.

poem by Ian Beckett
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Here and now

Right here and now.
All I want to dod is cry!
Here and now I want to die
Here and now I swallow the pills.
Drowned with the vodka.
Soon right here and now.
I will be dead by morning.
Cold and stiff In my bed.
Atleast I can be at peace.
No more of lifes troubles to face.
For the pain I felt I just couldnt brace.

Right here and now.
I am dying.
I took the plunge.
I did what I thought was best.
I swallowed the pills.
Drowned with vodka.
Please dont save me

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Dont You Say No

Dont you say no tonight (ooh)
Dont you say no tonight (dont you say no baby)
Dont you say no tonight (dont say it)
Dont you say no tonight (no)
After cheesecake with all of your friends and family
Whos gonna front the bill? me
Valet your gator at the club plus buy you drinks
Who gon show you love? me
Spend lots of money winin and dinin in expensive suites
Compliments of who? me
Open doors, take you to the movies, treat you like a beauty queen
Now its time to please me
Dont you say no tonight (dont)
Dont you say no tonight (dont you say no babe)
Dont you say no tonight (mmm)
Dont you say no tonight (cause Im ready to go)
Always dropping you off at the beauty shop
Whos gonna pick you up? me
I bes there, nigga you can call on around the clock
Who gon be that thug? me
Took you shopping down in cancun first class
Who gon keep you frost? me
Buying flowers, acting like we lovebirds
All I wanna hear right now is you saying the yes word
Dont you say no tonight (no)
Dont you say no tonight (dont you say no)
Dont you say no tonight (not tonight)
Dont you say no tonight (not when Im ready to go)
Hook:
Baby say the words I want hear
This can be kept between me and you
Baby give me something I can feel
Ive waited long enough
Dont you say no tonight (dont say)
Dont you say no tonight (dont you say no baby)
Dont you say no tonight (not right now)
Dont you say no tonight (not tonight)
I been doing these things for you, now what you gon do for me?
I aint trying to spend no cash if you aint spending that ass, no
I been doing these thing for you, now what you gon do for me?
I aint going down on you if you aint going down on me, no
I been doing these things for you, now what you gon do for me?
Say you wanna take first-class trips, well I wanna work those first-class hips, yes I do
I been doing these things for you, (yeah) now what you gon do for me?
You wanna ride all in my truck, but you dont wanna let me **** you
Dont you say no tonight (dont you say no)
Dont you say no tonight (dont you say no)
Dont you say no tonight (not tonight)
Dont you say no tonight (not when Im ready to go)
Dont you say no tonight (dont you say)
Dont you say no tonight (dont you say no tonight)
Dont you say no tonight (were spending all of this time)
Dont you say no tonight (watching these movies)
Dont you say no tonight (if were not gonna bump and grind)
Dont you say no tonight (Im gon get some sleep)
Fade

song performed by by R. Kelly
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Talkin Talkin

Talking, talking
It doesnt really matter
If you know my name
It doesnt really matter
If you see things the same
As I do
It doesnt even matter
If Im tied and tense
It doesnt even matter
If Im still making sense
Over you
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
Cos Im only talking, talking
Talking, talking
It doesnt matter
What the people
All around you say
Be careful how
You listen
They dont know you
The way that I do
And if you wanna
Talk about it baby
Thats alright
Its better if I say it
Than to sit down
And write it to you
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
Cos Im only talking, talking
It can be that
Youre here with me
When Im standing out
On my own
The words of love
That you gage
When we were alone
It doesnt matter
If you want to
Rock and roll all night
I know youre gonna
Be there when the
Feeling is right
The feeling is right
The feeling is right
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
You know Im just
Talking, talking, talking, talking

song performed by by Moody Blues
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Like A Refugee (I Won't Cry) (Pandemonium Mix)

Treated like a refugee
Never seems to be a place for me
In my mind there is a scene I see
My house is burning
No-one returning
To a land once free.
Dreaming like a deportee
Cast away upon the open sea
No hand of friendship for the likes of me.
I feel the thunder
Im going under
And I cant get free.
If there is a heaven
I dont want to hang around this hell.
I could be an angel
Let God (slip? )out of heaven back to hell.
And I say
I wont cry, no more tears
I wont cry, no more tears
Carry me away from here
Cut the crying and the see-through tear
Make emotion dissappear
My life is changing
Im re-arranging
Everything I feel.

song performed by by Gary Numan
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O Do Not Forsake Me (Demo)

O, do not forsake me, my indolent friends
O, do not forsake me for you know I must spend
All my darkest hours talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure you think that's old
ONe thousand years old, but what do you know?
In my darkest hour I'm talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
Oh, some have forgotten the flower of speech
And walks through the garden where
I go to defent misbegotten notions while talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure, I'd say that's old
ONe thousand years old, but what do I know?
In your darkest hour, my indolent friends, we'll be one thousand years old
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song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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O, Do Not Forsake Me

O, do not forsake me, my indolent friends
O, do not forsake me though you know I must spend
All my darkest hours talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure, you think thats old
One thousand years old
But what do you know?
In my darkest hour Im talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
Oh, some have forgotten the flower of speech
And walks through the garden where I go to defend
Misbegotten notions while talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure, Id say thats old
One thousand years old
But what do I know?
In your darkest hour, my indolent friends
Well be one thousand years old

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Man Who Never Heard of Frank Sinatra

The man who had never heard of Frank Sinatra: he lived
A perfectly ordinary life in America. Born in 1915,
He followed all the fads, read the newspapers, listened

To Television, knew who Dean Martin and Sammy whathisname
Were (Sinatra's friends), but somehow, by a one in a
Zillion fluke, whenever Sinatra came up, he was out of the room.

Or his attention was diverted by something else, and
(You will say this is impossible, that it cannot be), never
Heard him sing, like a man in my generation who somehow

Missed the Beatles though he had heard everything else.
Once, just as he was about to hear the name Frank Sinatra
A plane flew overhead--he was fifty-five years old--his hearing

A little more impaired. He had heard of Humphrey Bogart,
Of Elizabeth Taylor, of Walter Cronkite, and of perhaps a hundred
Forty thousand other celebrities names by the time he died,

And yet he had never heard of Frank Sinatra. The Greeks had
That famous saying, "The luckiest man is he who was never born."
Which is kind of gloomy, but I think they were wrong.

The luckiest man is he who never heard of Frank Sinatra.

poem by Aaron Fogel
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Sabbra Cadabra

(originally recorded by black sabbath)
Feel so good, I feel so fine
Love that little lady always on my mind
She gives me loving every night and day
Never gonna leave her, never going away
Someone to love me
You know she makes me feel all right, yeah (all right)
Someone to need me
Love me every single night, yeah
Feel so happy since I met that girl
When were making love
Its something out of this world
Feels so good to know that shes all mine
Gonna love that woman til the end of time
Someone to live for
Love me til the end of time, hey, hey-yeah
She makes me feel happy
Its good to know that shes all mine
I am the world that hides
The universal secret of all time
Destruction of the empty spaces
Is my one and only crime
Ive lived a thousand times
I found out what it means to be believed
The thoughts and images
The unborn child that never was conceived
You gotta believe me
Hey, Im talking to you
Well, I know, its hard for you
To know the reason why
And I know youll understand
More when its time to die
Dont believe the life you have
Will be the only one
You have to let your body sleep
To let your soul live on, haha
Wo-ooh
Feel so happy since I met that girl
When were making love
Its something out of this world
Feels so good to know that shes all mine
Gonna love that woman til the end of time
Someone to live for
Love me til the end of time, yeah, ooh, oh
She makes me feel happy
Its good to know that shes all mine
Shes all mine, yeah
Yo, ooh, yeah

song performed by by Metallica
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Licence porter

Santosh licence porter
make people happy
wth his song and sairy sally.

Santosh licence porter
as great as Oobbamaa
by his stature
so far as service to
humanity concerned.

Santosh licence porter
is always at the station.
To visit again and again
he called me often.

Santosh licence porter
everybodys friend
everybodys son
As if in the station
he is the moon
he is the sun.

Come to the station
to meet Santosh
how Santosh is there
to enable passenger
to reach their destination.

Santosh is
Santosh and you find
in your village also
if you like to hear song
if you like to make friend
with monk.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Shadow Is You

Young lady! Yes, You! , I’m talking to you!
What do you see looking in a mirror?
Do you see a pretty face as I do?
You do? You’re sure about that? Stand nearer
My dear and look into mascaraed eyes
In deeper, deeper still, into your soul.
Does beauty reign in that realm undisguised?
External beauty plays a minor role
In life. Now, my dear, stand back from the glass
See what’s behind you? No? It’s your shadow
A faceless non-irradiated mass
Devoid of beauty and class, this you know.
It has accompanied you from the start
While beauty waned your soul became its heart.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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She Hasnt Got Time For You

Written by ricky, kim & marty wilde
I heard youre out on your own
Guess its strange now youre living without love
Youd think all those years
Would mean something
But its over shes had enough
Dont you know its always hard at the start . . .
To change
When you look round and someones broken your heart
Afraid to fall in love
She hasnt got time for you
But dont be afraid to fall in love
I think you knew from the start
She would break up your heart
She hasnt got time for you
But honey dont be afraid to fall
Just take a look in my eyes
Come and give it a try
So now shes out on her own
Talking cheap and laughing about your love
The whispers you hear should tell you something
Cos its over and shes playing rough
Could have told you such a long time ago
You wouldnt listen cos you dont want to know
That she was bad from the start
And now shes breaking your heart

song performed by by Kim Wilde
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