McKay is hard to categorize. She’s done Brecht on Broadway, opened for Lou Reed at Carnegie Hall, sung Woody Allen movie songs at the Hollywood Bowl, performed on A Prairie Home Companion, duetted with Eartha Kitt and Triumph The Insult Comic Dog, played Hilary Swank’s sister on the big screen, paid tribute to Doris Day, and released four wildly acclaimed albums of original music.
Her music is as tuneful and clever as the best of the Great American Songbook-part cabaret, part sparkly pop. But beneath the charming melodic surface is a wit that cuts, and a sharply tuned social conscience.
Home Sweet Mobile Home is McKay’s first album of all-original material since 2007′s Obligatory Villagers, and features the musical wanderlust, lyrical playfulness and unique point of view that has characterized her music since her breakthrough debut Get Away From Me. Songs from the new project were recently debuted at her NYC engagement at Feinstein’s, and The New York Post noted that “songs like ‘Bodega’ and ‘Caribbean Time’… feature a blend of whimsical humor and social commentary that blended in beautifully alongside the Doris Day standards from the Blueberry Pie album.”
The album, produced by McKay and Robin Pappas, was recorded in Los Angeles, Salt Lake City, New York, Jamaica, the Pocono Mountains, and even more than her previous albums, combines diverse musical moods and cultures. Reviewing a recent McKay show, Stephen Holden from The New York Times described her as a “vocal chameleon,” and that varied musical palette is used to great effect on the 13 songs of Home Sweet Mobile Home.
Nellie began playing her own songs (and lovingly chosen covers) in clubs in downtown New York City in 2003, soon catching the attention of music writers and a number of record labels – this gal was a gifted entertainer, an impressive musician, with songs unlike anything people were hearing around town.
Her first album was produced by Geoff Emerick, the man who had engineered The Beatles’ albums from Revolver through Abbey Road. McKay signed on as co-producer.
She and Emerick recorded eighteen songs (including such live McKay favorites as “David,” “The Dog Song” and “I Wanna Get Married,” and that double-CD Get Away From Me was let loose upon the world. The project was greeted with critical raves and placement on many Top 10 lists.
The Washington Post wrote, “McKay’s music evokes the lost elegance of pre-Elvis pop music because she recognizes that such stylishness and wit are worth pursuing. But those goals inevitably collide with the realities of money, sex and politics, and she documents those collisions in her tongue-in-cheek lyrics, emphatic beats and bubbly melodies.”
Following the splash of Get Away From Me, Nellie recorded Pretty Little Head, of which the Los Angeles Times said, “McKay comes on as a Harlem Holly Golightly, a social activist with a disarming mastery of pop vernacular.” Spin noted, “that she succeeds on a record as sophisticated as the self-produced Pretty Little Head is not only a testament to McKay’s talent, it’s also a tribute to her artistic sense.”
In 2007, she recorded Obligatory Villagers, described by Spin as “a brisk nine-song set that plays like the breathless first act of a stage musical decrying American fascism.” Recently, the Chase Brock Experience premiered a ballet, Whoa, Nellie!, based on the entire album.
Meanwhile, Broadway and Hollywood beckoned. McKay appeared on Broadway (winning a Theatre World Award for her Polly in a revival of The Threepenny Opera) and on film (acting and singing in P.S. I Love You). She also wrote and performed the song score for the Rob Reiner film Rumor Has It. In addition, her writing has appeared in The Onion, Interview magazine, and The New York Times Book Review, where she delivered an incisive and knowledgeable review of a Doris Day biography.
“What she possessed,” McKay wrote, “beyond her beauty, physical grace, and natural acting ability, was a resplendent voice that conveyed enormous warmth and feeling.”
It seemed inevitable that Nellie should record an album of songs associated with Ms. Day, and she was given the opportunity to do so when approached by Verve Records. The result features 12 songs handpicked from over 600 recordings by Ms. Day, with an original by McKay. Hailed as “among the killer overhauls of American standards” (The New York Times), Normal As Blueberry Pie covers the scope of Day’s music from the big bands through the McCarthy era. The album wound up on a variety of Top 10 lists of 2009′s best albums, including The New York Times and The Village Voice.
McKay completed filming her first starring role, opposite violin prodigy Philippe Quint, in the independent film Downtown Express; recorded (along with Vince Giordano & The Nighthawks) for the soundtrack of the upcoming Martin Scorsese HBO series Boardwalk Empire; and contributed two songs to the award-winning documentary Gasland. She is currently participating in Dear New Orleans, a benefit album to aid the ravaged city, along with such artists as Jill Sobule, My Morning Jacket, and OK GO.
Home Sweet Mobile Home arrives three years after her last self-composed album, and as ever her songs are a study in contrasts: some of the moods are dark (“we’re marching through the madness / with not a soul about to see / we’re moving through the fortress / chasin’ the ghost of anarchy” and “there’s no equality here / there’s no equality anywhere / & every fear you can face / is quickly replaced by one you can’t lose”), but there is also joy and gentleness. Sometimes all at once. Her gift is in mingling the pure pleasure of all kinds and all eras of pop music, twisting the dials, writing upbeat melodies with subversive undercurrents.
As critic Robert Christgau wrote, Nellie McKay is “ebullient, funny and political. Her future looks brave and free to me.”
Official artist website www.nelliemckay.com
Testify
Nellie McKay Lyrics
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As we entertain our maiden endeavor
'Round us still the chorus beats
The schools, the streets, there's always danger there
For men will divest only to a certain point
For each divines their own experience
And to our own we must attest
They say authority's essential
They are insincere
They say discipline is fundamental
You will persevere
And when you've lost your fear
Then that's when you must
Testify, raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer but don't you cry
Because you ain't got time just keep on strivin', testifyin'
Testify, raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer but don't you cry
Because you ain't got time just keep on strivin', testifyin'
As you pack the tools of past illusions
You have lost your nerve
Set them near you, lest they cause confusion
Keep some in reserve
To get what you deserve
You're gonna have to
Testify, raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer but don't you cry
Because you ain't got time just keep on strivin', testifyin'
Testify, raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer but don't you cry
Because you ain't got time just keep on strivin', testifyin'
Mama, you got me my corduroy jeans?
Do your own laundry if you want them clean
Mama, the workload they're puttin' me through
Like I don't know
Mama, you got me history books?
Yeah and I thought me I'd take me a look
But doesn't matter what you do or say
Because it ain't my history anyway
Feast or famine, you're cryin' at the disco
You have lost your way
The peace they were plannin' died in San Francisco
Floating on the bay
Just close your eyes and pray
Then stand up straight and
Testify, raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer but don't you cry
Because you ain't got time just keep on strivin', testifyin'
Testify, raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer but don't you cry
Because you ain't got time just keep on strivin', testifyin'
Testify, raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer but don't you cry
Because you ain't got time just keep on strivin', testifyin'
...
The lyrics of Nellie McKay's song Testify seem to be an urging call to action, a call to testify for one's own experiences and to strive to achieve what one deserves. She starts by noting that as we embark on new endeavors, danger still lurks, and men will only divest to a certain point as each experiences life differently. She seems to be encouraging her listeners to find their own voice and to share their experiences with the world fearlessly. She asserts that discipline and authority are not always what they seem as they can be insincere and hypocritical, and that perseverance is necessary to get what one deserves.
McKay is calling on people to break free from the illusions of the past, to get rid of things that could cause confusion, and to keep some in reserve. Her insinuation could be that people should hold onto their history and experiences rather than being swayed by external influences. The song seems to be a call to action, urging individuals to testify about their own experiences, to raise their hands up to the sky, and strive to achieve better things.
The lyrics of the song Testify by Nellie McKay are an inspirational call to action, urging individuals to share their experiences fearlessly and not to be held back by the past. The song recognizes that everyone experiences life differently, that discipline and authority are not always reliable, and that perseverance is necessary to achieve success. McKay's message is to encourage people to find their own voices, to aim higher, and to assert themselves fearlessly.
Line by Line Meaning
As we approach fair weather
As we head towards a better situation
As we entertain our maiden endeavor
As we embark on a new venture
'Round us still the chorus beats
Despite our progress, we still face challenges
The schools, the streets, there's always danger there
Danger lurks even in familiar places like schools and streets
For men will divest only to a certain point
People will only reveal so much about themselves
For each divines their own experience
Everyone interprets their own experiences
And to our own we must attest
We must be true to ourselves
They say authority's essential
They claim authority is necessary
They are insincere
But they are not genuine
They say discipline is fundamental
They insist that discipline is crucial
You will persevere
And if you are disciplined, you will succeed
And when you've lost your fear
Once you have overcome your fear
Then that's when you must
That's when you need to
Testify, raise your hands up to the sky
Speak up and be heard
Clouds are comin' closer but don't you cry
Difficulties are approaching, but stay strong
Because you ain't got time just keep on strivin', testifyin'
You don't have time to waste, so keep pushing forward
As you pack the tools of past illusions
As you let go of unrealistic ideas
You have lost your nerve
You have become less confident
Set them near you, lest they cause confusion
Keep them nearby just in case, to avoid confusion
Keep some in reserve
Keep some reserve resources
To get what you deserve
To achieve what you deserve
Mama, you got me my corduroy jeans?
A call out to mother, asking about clothing
Do your own laundry if you want them clean
If you want your clothes clean, do it yourself
Mama, the workload they're puttin' me through
A call out to mother, discussing a difficult workload
Like I don't know
As if I don't already know
Mama, you got me history books?
A call out to mother, asking about history books
Yeah and I thought me I'd take me a look
And I want to read them
But doesn't matter what you do or say
But it won't make a difference
Because it ain't my history anyway
Because it's not my personal history
Feast or famine, you're cryin' at the disco
Whether times are good or bad, you can still feel upset
You have lost your way
You have become lost
The peace they were plannin' died in San Francisco
The peaceful movement was ended by violence in San Francisco
Floating on the bay
Suggesting the victims' bodies in the bay
Just close your eyes and pray
Reflect and meditate
Then stand up straight and
And then stand up tall
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birdy
Galleon 12:20
Saturday night in the men's ensemble dressing room
Startin' a fight in the men's ensemble lair
Beware of dreams come true
It means you have to share a room, but tell 'em I'll be there
(It's Saturday night)
They said we're one big family
But I'm just duckin' tangerines and lookin' for my gun
(It's Saturday night)
There's lots of hate and jealous fear and there's no favored nations here
Now where's my elf ears gone
(It's Saturday night)
Saturday night in the men's ensemble dressing room
Watchin' the fight in the men's ensemble lair
You may escape the cage
But then you have to share a stage, and tell 'em I'll be there
(It's Saturday night)
And now back to our new high school
And they got me wrong
Yeah, they got me wrong again
And although you're all talentless fools
Can't we get along
Can't we get along, my friends
I got to be free
I got to for me
And if you can't see, well, that's enough
That's all that I need to see you're all insecure, pedicured f**ks
(It's Saturday night)
(It's Saturday night)
And now's the time to vindicate
Tomorrow's just a matinee
And then we settle scores
(It's Saturday night)
Just one more week and then I'm done
Just one more piece of chewing gum
And I don't care no more
(It's Saturday night)
Saturday night in the men's ensemble dressing room
Startin' a fight in the men's ensemble lair
You may escape the crypt
But keep your distance from all scripts
Because before you're even aware, you'll be there
(It's Saturday night)
(It's Saturday night)
Saturday night in the men's ensemble dressing room
Startin' a fight in the men's ensemble lair
(It's Saturday night)
birdy
Gin Rummy 05:31
Wake up in a small cafe
Sweatshop in the sunshine
Set sail and you're far away
Never using force
Cold coffee or cabernet
Brick-hoppin' the daydream
Shoe drops and you're bound to pay
Gotta stay the course
You just wanna get, you don't wanna give
You may forget, but you'll never forgive
And what is the point of live and let live
If they're stealin' your cup of joe
It's a slick sham, hot damn
You wind up in a toe jam
You better scram fast, Sam
The quicksand's gettin' close
Ooh
(Now say it again if you will)
Ooh
Have you got the nerve to give it up at the beginning
And does it hurt you (does it hurt you)
Does it hurt you (does it hurt you)
My time was a miracle
Insipid and satirical
A madrigal of lyrical twists
In the fist of a
Christmas invitational
Crisp and informational
It seemed like a good idea at the time
Why cry, mister magpie
I spy kofi, fee, I mean, see, I mean
Freedom ain't cheap, I mean
The first test address
No such thing as good press
The best dressed messer in all Washington, D.C
Ooh
(Now say it again if you will)
Ooh
Have you got the nerve to give it up at the beginning
And does it hurt you (does it hurt you)
Does it hurt you (does it hurt you)
birdy
Testify
As we approach fair weather
As we entertain our maiden endeavor
'Round us still the chorus beats
The schools, the streets
There's always danger there
For men will divest
Only to a certain point
For each divines their own experience
And to our own
We must attest
They say authority's essential
They are insincere
They say discipline is fundamental
You will perservere
And when you've lost your fear
Then that's when you must
Testify
Raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer, but a-don't you cry
Because you ain't got time
Just keep on strivin', testifyin'
Testify
Raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer, but a-don't you cry
Because you ain't got time
Just keep on strivin', testifyin'
As you pack the tools of past illusions
You have lost your nerve
Set them near you, lest they cause confusion
Keep some in reserve
To get what you deserve
You're gonna have to
Testify
Raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer, but a-don't you cry
Because you ain't got time
Just keep on strivin', testifyin'
Testify
Raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer, but a-don't you cry
Because you ain't got time
Just keep on strivin', testifyin'
Mama, you got me my corduroy jeans
"Do your own laundry if you want them clean"
Mama, the workload they're puttin' me through
"Like I don't know"
Mama, you got me history books
"Yeah, and I thought me I'd take me a look"
But doesn't matter what you do or say
Because it ain't my history anyway
Feast or famine, you're cryin' at the disco
You have lost your way
The peace they were plannin' died in San Francisco
Floating on the bay
Just close your eyes and pray
Then stand up straight and
Testify
Raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer, but a-don't you cry
Because you ain't got time
Just keep on strivin', testifyin'
birdy
Politan
Santa Maria, can you hear me
I've got no reason to live
They say I've been lucky
But it's all relative
Won't you make it easy
I've got to erase all the pain
They say it's behind me
But it keeps coming back
But if you knew, my love
Then you would see, my love
Never meant to interfere
With all your plans
And if you cannot see
Why don't you come for me
And escape me to the world of Politan
Lo qué la noche se hace
A la mañana parece
Policeman, please arrest me
I'd rather live in a jail
Than have to stay out here
Where everything fails
Won't you give me something
I'll pay you awfully well
I will reimburse you
If you'll just make the deal
But if you knew, my love
Then you would see, my love
Never meant to interfere
With all your plans
And if you cannot see
Why don't you come for me
And escape me to the world of Politan
You gotta say, I'm an island in the Pacific
As Miss O'Day would say, the view's terrific
The more of the story is a doozy, dizzy parade
You gotta say, I'm an island, oh, you can't fake it
No, if everybody knew the way to make it
The laurel and the glory would be taken, man, I'd be made
birdy
Oversure 03:11
Maxine Schreck was a very lucky lady
Maxine Schreck was a very lucky girl
Who you wanna be
Maxine Schreck
Who you wanna see
Maxine Schreck
Have you got some time, have you got some spine
Have you got something to begin with
Or are you in a sinwich
Have you got some nerve, have you got some verve
Have you got something to depend on
Or do you fender bend on
And if you say no
Do you mean to go
Down below the earth with nothing
Now you've got my name, and you've got my fame
Have you got something to remind you
Of who you used to be
Or are you happy being me
Moonlight and roses
Starlight and fairytales that won't come true
Good news for those who pine away
The day comes shinin' through
Kittens high-hattin', sittin' on satin
With a host who's catnip fond
For those who seize the day
The way is paved beyond-er
I didn't know the world was like this
If I'da known, then I'd be psychic
If I had a clue
Then maybe I'd be blue as a mockingbird
Why do you think she laughs so much
I didn't know I had such problems
If I'da known, then I'da solved them
But looking down the road
The Oklahoma toad's beckoning to me
birdy
Zombie
Should you plan to travel way down South (woah)
Woman to woman, I gotta tell you 'bout (a curse)
A curse that rose out of the deep, green swamp (uh huh)
It hollers "murder", and it makes you jump
And then it says
Do the Zombie
Do the Zombie, woah, yeah
Do the Zombie
Do the Zombie, woah, yeah
When I was younger, just a little girl (woah)
Lennon glasses and a ponytail (uh huh)
My mama told me, "Honey, pack your trunk" (woah)
"We're goin' to Mississippi, do the Bayou Bump"
Where they say
Do the Zombie
Do the Zombie, woah, yeah
Do the Zombie
Do the Zombie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
One day, I set out for a walk
The path soon grew quite dark
I saw my shadow runnin' faster
Hurry, slow-mo, comin' after me
After me
And it said
Do the Zombie
Do the Zombie, woah, yeah
Do the Zombie
Do the Zombie, woah, yeah
And zombie don't have to dance (sha, la, la)
And zombie don't dance at your command (sha, la, la)
But zombie don't have to wait (sha, la, la)
So come on (come on)
Do the Voodoo Shake
Do the Zombie
Do the Zombie
Woah, yeah
One day, I set out for a walk
The path soon grew quite dark
I saw my shadow runnin' faster
Hurry, slow-mo, comin' after me
After me
And it said
Do the Zombie
Do the Zombie, woah, yeah
Do the Zombie
Do the Zombie, woah, woah, yeah
The sun is shinin' and you're feelin' fine (woah)
As you pass the Mason-Dixie line (uh-huh)
The forest echoes, and the tree leaves snap (woah)
Hey, what's that sound, spin around
Who dat
Then they say
Do the Zombie
Do the Zombie, woah, yeah
Do the Zombie
Do the Zombie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do the Zombie, Zombie, woah, yeah
Do the Zombie
Do the Zombie
Woah, woah, yeah
Do the Zombie
Do the Zombie, Zombie, Zombie, the Zombie
Do the Zombie, Zombie, Zombie
birdy
Livin’
Oh, livin's a bunch of shit
Shittin's a part of livin'
Fartin's a friend of shittin', aye, and so we carry on
Bring me a clarinet
Get me a big brown derby
Buy me a lie a whale wide and sing a winter song
Robert Burford
Thank you for uploading this. SUCH AN UNDERRATED ALBUM!!!
TC Dotson
The best album no one ever heard.
Timoti Alban
That galleon solo has aged fantastically after all this years. Still fresh and innovative.
birdy
Galleon 12:20
Saturday night in the men's ensemble dressing room
Startin' a fight in the men's ensemble lair
Beware of dreams come true
It means you have to share a room, but tell 'em I'll be there
(It's Saturday night)
They said we're one big family
But I'm just duckin' tangerines and lookin' for my gun
(It's Saturday night)
There's lots of hate and jealous fear and there's no favored nations here
Now where's my elf ears gone
(It's Saturday night)
Saturday night in the men's ensemble dressing room
Watchin' the fight in the men's ensemble lair
You may escape the cage
But then you have to share a stage, and tell 'em I'll be there
(It's Saturday night)
And now back to our new high school
And they got me wrong
Yeah, they got me wrong again
And although you're all talentless fools
Can't we get along
Can't we get along, my friends
I got to be free
I got to for me
And if you can't see, well, that's enough
That's all that I need to see you're all insecure, pedicured f**ks
(It's Saturday night)
(It's Saturday night)
And now's the time to vindicate
Tomorrow's just a matinee
And then we settle scores
(It's Saturday night)
Just one more week and then I'm done
Just one more piece of chewing gum
And I don't care no more
(It's Saturday night)
Saturday night in the men's ensemble dressing room
Startin' a fight in the men's ensemble lair
You may escape the crypt
But keep your distance from all scripts
Because before you're even aware, you'll be there
(It's Saturday night)
(It's Saturday night)
Saturday night in the men's ensemble dressing room
Startin' a fight in the men's ensemble lair
(It's Saturday night)
birdy
Gin Rummy 05:31
Wake up in a small cafe
Sweatshop in the sunshine
Set sail and you're far away
Never using force
Cold coffee or cabernet
Brick-hoppin' the daydream
Shoe drops and you're bound to pay
Gotta stay the course
You just wanna get, you don't wanna give
You may forget, but you'll never forgive
And what is the point of live and let live
If they're stealin' your cup of joe
It's a slick sham, hot damn
You wind up in a toe jam
You better scram fast, Sam
The quicksand's gettin' close
Ooh
(Now say it again if you will)
Ooh
Have you got the nerve to give it up at the beginning
And does it hurt you (does it hurt you)
Does it hurt you (does it hurt you)
My time was a miracle
Insipid and satirical
A madrigal of lyrical twists
In the fist of a
Christmas invitational
Crisp and informational
It seemed like a good idea at the time
Why cry, mister magpie
I spy kofi, fee, I mean, see, I mean
Freedom ain't cheap, I mean
The first test address
No such thing as good press
The best dressed messer in all Washington, D.C
Ooh
(Now say it again if you will)
Ooh
Have you got the nerve to give it up at the beginning
And does it hurt you (does it hurt you)
Does it hurt you (does it hurt you)
birdy
Testify
As we approach fair weather
As we entertain our maiden endeavor
'Round us still the chorus beats
The schools, the streets
There's always danger there
For men will divest
Only to a certain point
For each divines their own experience
And to our own
We must attest
They say authority's essential
They are insincere
They say discipline is fundamental
You will perservere
And when you've lost your fear
Then that's when you must
Testify
Raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer, but a-don't you cry
Because you ain't got time
Just keep on strivin', testifyin'
Testify
Raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer, but a-don't you cry
Because you ain't got time
Just keep on strivin', testifyin'
As you pack the tools of past illusions
You have lost your nerve
Set them near you, lest they cause confusion
Keep some in reserve
To get what you deserve
You're gonna have to
Testify
Raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer, but a-don't you cry
Because you ain't got time
Just keep on strivin', testifyin'
Testify
Raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer, but a-don't you cry
Because you ain't got time
Just keep on strivin', testifyin'
Mama, you got me my corduroy jeans
"Do your own laundry if you want them clean"
Mama, the workload they're puttin' me through
"Like I don't know"
Mama, you got me history books
"Yeah, and I thought me I'd take me a look"
But doesn't matter what you do or say
Because it ain't my history anyway
Feast or famine, you're cryin' at the disco
You have lost your way
The peace they were plannin' died in San Francisco
Floating on the bay
Just close your eyes and pray
Then stand up straight and
Testify
Raise your hands up to the sky
Clouds are comin' closer, but a-don't you cry
Because you ain't got time
Just keep on strivin', testifyin'
Jesus Lopez
Thank you for uploading this. My favorite NM album. It's so damn good. Shame it isn't available on Apple music or elsewhere
birdy
Politan
Santa Maria, can you hear me
I've got no reason to live
They say I've been lucky
But it's all relative
Won't you make it easy
I've got to erase all the pain
They say it's behind me
But it keeps coming back
But if you knew, my love
Then you would see, my love
Never meant to interfere
With all your plans
And if you cannot see
Why don't you come for me
And escape me to the world of Politan
Lo qué la noche se hace
A la mañana parece
Policeman, please arrest me
I'd rather live in a jail
Than have to stay out here
Where everything fails
Won't you give me something
I'll pay you awfully well
I will reimburse you
If you'll just make the deal
But if you knew, my love
Then you would see, my love
Never meant to interfere
With all your plans
And if you cannot see
Why don't you come for me
And escape me to the world of Politan
You gotta say, I'm an island in the Pacific
As Miss O'Day would say, the view's terrific
The more of the story is a doozy, dizzy parade
You gotta say, I'm an island, oh, you can't fake it
No, if everybody knew the way to make it
The laurel and the glory would be taken, man, I'd be made
birdy
Oversure 03:11
Maxine Schreck was a very lucky lady
Maxine Schreck was a very lucky girl
Who you wanna be
Maxine Schreck
Who you wanna see
Maxine Schreck
Have you got some time, have you got some spine
Have you got something to begin with
Or are you in a sinwich
Have you got some nerve, have you got some verve
Have you got something to depend on
Or do you fender bend on
And if you say no
Do you mean to go
Down below the earth with nothing
Now you've got my name, and you've got my fame
Have you got something to remind you
Of who you used to be
Or are you happy being me
Moonlight and roses
Starlight and fairytales that won't come true
Good news for those who pine away
The day comes shinin' through
Kittens high-hattin', sittin' on satin
With a host who's catnip fond
For those who seize the day
The way is paved beyond-er
I didn't know the world was like this
If I'da known, then I'd be psychic
If I had a clue
Then maybe I'd be blue as a mockingbird
Why do you think she laughs so much
I didn't know I had such problems
If I'da known, then I'da solved them
But looking down the road
The Oklahoma toad's beckoning to me
Timoti Alban
Finally MFrs... so that’s hows it gonna be. Gotta be checking every couple if months to see if it’s up and someone had the same idea that this should be up as is nowhere else to be found.