You Who Sleep Beside Me, (The Man Who Dropped The Bomb On) Hiroshima, Just One Kiss, My Neighbors In Delray, Doctor Gachet, Just A Video Game, When Angel Gets Blue, We Got it Good And That Ain't Bad, Mickey World, Dance By Lightning, Ireland, Ireland, 137 Executions (Not One Innocent Man), The Little Girls Love To Dance, Willie Jean, Now You're Talkin' Baby, For The Good Of America, Mojo & The St Lukes Flukes
This all-new studio recording features Steve Eriksson on guitars, Mark Dann on bass, Steve Holly on drums and Bernie Shanahan on keyboards and organ, Craig Harris on percussion, with harmony vocals by Susan Mckeown and Francis Rovelli
You who sleep beside me here in this quiet night Do you remember how it was you first came in sight? the bells of the cathedral were dying in the wind you looked at me and smiled across your crowd of friends and I felt a recognition not of someone from the past but of a true beauty that was meant to last and I wanted to speak to you or even say your name and get it right you who sleep beside me here in this quiet night.
You who sleep beside me here in this quiet life Do you ever wonder how you became my wife? the room was lit by just a candle over by the bed you walked across the room, smiled and turned your head and I felt a recognition not from another time but of the meaning of the words will you be mine and I wanted to hold you safe from every sorrow or strife you who sleep beside me here in this quiet life.
You who sleep beside me here in this quiet place Do you ever wonder about the futures we face? at the sound of thunder I look for shelter for two and walk through the world knowing I will come to rest with you and I feel a recognition not of habit or right or wrong but a feeling of arriving at the place where I belong and I whisper I love you and leave you in your own state of grace you who sleep beside me here in this quiet place you who sleep beside me here in this quiet night.
The Man Who Dropped The Bomb On Hiroshima sat eating in a Georgia restaurant some chicken salad and potatoes talking 'bout the one big thing he'd done I asked him "was there ever a moment when you wondered 'am I doing something wrong?' Did you ever have a moment's doubt inside you, you shouldn't let this one big thing be done?" He said "You know they never told us what we were carrying they didn't want to risk we'd change our flight when we flew over the pre-programmed co-ordinates that bomb fell out on everything in sight."
The Man Who Dropped The Bomb On Hiroshima said "You know I toured Japan after the war I had to go see for myself what it was we dropped that one big thing for. "In every little airport and hanger were planes all tooled for suicide attacks I left there thinking we'd made that war end sooner and man, I never did go back."
Then the Man Who Dropped The Bomb On Hiroshima sat back in his chair and looked my way He said "All my life I been explaining the one big thing I did one day. "All I ever did was serve my country I loved my wife and worked to raise my kids and sometimes when the phone rings at midnight a voice says 'how could you do what you did?'
"Someday, when I meet my maker I'll know if my one big thing was right." Then The Man Who Dropped The Bomb On Hiroshima saluted me, and walked into the night.
Standing at the foot of the driveway, all the stars shining brightly trying to talk so quietly so they won't wake her family through the town they've been walking, all evening they been talking he says You know, I've been thinking: would you do one thing for me?
(chorus) Just one kiss, that's all I'm asking for just one kiss, I won't ask for more just one kiss
All the streets are dark and empty, his heart's beating fast and steady she says You know I'm not ready to play around with anyone He hears all the words she's saying, folds his hands like he's praying looks in her eyes, says I'm not playing, it's what I really want
How can goodnight last an hour? Goodnight and goodnight again and if he had his way about it goodnight would never end....
Then he walks her to the entrance, she takes her keys out in the silence says It was never my intention to stay so late with you He says Well then since we're dreaming, can I see you tomorrow evening she says Yes and since you're leaving, there's one more thing you can do
My neighbors in Delray ate out on Federal Highway there's a waitress at Denny's who remembers they had loud conversations and hit on all the waitresses and they weren't very good tippers My neighbors in Delray went to Miami one day worked out on a flight simulator then my neighbors in Delray stole a plane bound for L.A. flew it into the World Trade Center
My neighbors in Delray went to the gym every day rented a condo, studied to be pilots they had rental cars & cell phones, used the library computers in town struck out with girls in local nightspots but my neighbors in Delray hated the American way and lived only to die for a heaven where virgins train to serve and Allah is observed gratefully awaiting to reward them "Love thy neighbor," the Bible says "God is great," the prophets say wouldn't I love to know what God will say to my neighbors in Delray. My neighbors in Delray came from countries far away and lived here freely among us they studied all the ways of the good ol' USA thinking of ways to destroy us and my neighbors in Delray got on their knees and prayed for the strength to leave life behind them so my neighbors in Delray wouldn't be around to pay the price for all of their victims "Love thy neighbor," the Bible says "God is great," the prophets say wouldn't you love to know what God will say to my neighbors in Delray.
My neighbors in Delray well I really couldn't say I would even recognize them walking thru the mall, or anywhere at all I know my neighbors all despise them somewhere farw away they don't care what the neighbors say and they would only criticize me but if my neighbors in Delray are in Paridise today it would very much surprise me "Love thy neighbor," the Bible says "God is great," the prophets say don't you really know what God will say to my neighbors in Delray.
Vincent Van Gogh made a painting of Dr Gachet in 1890, just before he died the doctor didn't buy, it in fact Vincent Van Gogh never sold a painting while he was alive. It was 15 years later that Vincent's brother Theo sold the painting for a price that broke his heart to a local art collector who sold it some years later to a genuine dealer of art.
(chorus) Now the painting Van Gogh couldn't sell has become too valuable for anyone to ever see again sterilized, humidified, safe from all the prying eyes wouldn't Van Gogh be surprised to see his work so highly prized today? Or maybe he'd turn over in his grave...
Vincent Van Gogh rarely traveled, he never saw America spent his whole life painting bridges and hay on farms he didn't go to cocktail parties or do commercial endorsements or hit the town with starlets on his arm. But the painting crossed some borders and the dealer made a profit when he sold it to a German businessman who took it to America when he emigrated just before the Holocaust began.
In America the buinessman's estate was liquidated, and a corporate oil executive and his wife bought the painting for an investment, and took a tax deduction when he loaned it to a museum all his life. Then America changed its tax laws and the oil executive's widow couldn't deduct it so she had to change her plan she put the Doctor up for auction, it sold for 30 million to a certain buinessman from Japan who took it home to his place, where he'd designed an airless case and the painting could be safely stored away for some future businessman to see, but I believe that you and me have see the last of Dr Gachet.
He walked into the building, aimed his gun straight down the hall the enemy ducked out of the doorway, he barely had time to shoot them all it seemed so real he almost came, but it was just a video game
They were lyin' on the floor he stepped up to the closest one he laughed out loud to watch him die as he reloaded his gun if it was real he'd be insane, but it was just a video game
In the next booth in the arcade the enemy came over the hill they were threatening from all sides, he had just an instant for the kill he made their bodies burst in flame, but it was just a video game
He went home to his house, he locked himself into his room called up his only friend said are you ready for some doom? I hate my parents, you know I hate everybody in this town I'm gonna make myself a statement, I'm gonna take somebody down
He flew the plane over the city looking for industrial sites hit a hospital by accident, took out the radio tower's blinking lights he pretended it was Belgrade, but it was just a video game
He's hunted invisible alien warriors by ultraviolet light assassinated naked cheerleaders from a laser-guided satellite the only thing he thinks is a shame is that it's just a video game
Now he's a poster boy for gun control and the family values crowd wants to get him on his knees so youth won't act so proud you talk about your freedom as if weapons were your wealth but when are you going to rise above the violence in yourself?
He walked into the building, took a gun out of his coat by the time the police got there he'd put a bullet through his own throat he thought he would have fame, but it was just a video game No, don't tell me his name, it was just a video game If it was real he'd be insane, but it was just a video game
When Angel gets blue, she walks into town past the bright lights and people, down to the chapel alone she sits where no one can see her, the bruises and black eyes too she's got some thinking to do when Angel gets blue
He says the "harder I'm workin', the more I'm falling behind" til he can't see his own light for the darkness outside He takes a drink in the evening, one drink leads to two and when she tries to break through that's when Angel gets blue
When Angel gets blue, she thinks she could leave him he could be such a good man, if he had someone to believe in she says Lord I do love him, don't you love him, too? What do you want me to do? When Angel gets blue
So I'm here to tell you something you need to know there's someone who loves you, though you've hurt her so what if this were the last time she came walking home to you? tell me what would you do when Angel gets blue it's all up to you when Angel gets blue?
We got a little house in town a few flowers in the ground couple cars out in the yard we're working long and working hard. People say life is tough and you can never get enough Well, I don't need all that stuff just as long as we got love.
We got it good and that ain't bad the best of times is what we have (we've had) (we'll have) I'm loving you and I'm so glad, glad glad We got it good and that ain't bad.
Pick any day that you can choose there's some disaster in the news someone who's life seems born to lose somebody singin' the lonesome blues. People say they would be free if they'd just win the lottery I may not be a billionaire but as long as we got love to share
There's a little girl with a great big smile who keeps walking in front of me she's got sun in her hair and a big ice cream too she's losing her family and I'm standing on the midway with my two-inch smile and a guitar in my hand while the clowns and the soldiers and the cowboys and Indians follow the marching band and with tickets and sodas and cameras and maps the families go round in a swirl I just want to get home to my girl but I've got hours to go here in Mickey World
There's a tv set in every corner they got a game on every screen they got hockey and baseball and surfing and golf and the women's beach volleyball team and I'm standing in the corner with my two-beer grin and a microphone in my face and the crowd stops talking for just a second when the waitress drops her tray and I'm Bob Dylan, Paul Simon, Danny Boy, Elvis a diver for yesterday's pearls as the couples get up for a twirl once around the floor here in Mickey World
Mickey World, can't you smile a little wider? Mickey World, can't you jump a little higher? Mickey World, can't you sing a little louder? Mickey World, it's so real it almost feels like you're alive.
There's a brand new band with a new hit song from the new hit movie this week and the entertainment news says I gotta see their brand new documentary and I'm sitting on the couch with my two a.m. sandwich balanced on my knee thinking the song, the band, the movie, and the news are all the same company and with the agents and handlers watchin' me from the shadows the singer shakes his curls I head upstairs to my own sweet girl and leave it all behind down in Mickey World
A little bit of rain, it won't blind us we walk along barely noticing leaving all the troubles (3d v: traffic) of the world behind us moving like a sail on the ocean
we dance by lightning you're so beautiful, out of the dark we dance by lightning I believe it's going to light the spark for us
Why sit at home feeling sorry for yourself listening to the rain rattling the windows I can feel you moving like you're part of myself C'mon take my hand, step out of the shadows
Who can explain this natural wonder we're together in this spell we're under and before the thunder comes the flashing light we taste the rain on each other's faces the sky streaks white with our embraces and by this grace we find our way in the night
There are so many songs about Ireland can there be anything left to say? Still, I find myself singing of Ireland here in a land far away Oh I stood on the white cliffs of Dover seen the sun going down in Key West and the people come in from all over all having but one same request (they say) sing me a song of the land that I left and all of my loved ones I dont forget Ireland, Ireland, sing me back home again.
There's something about the music of Ireland you can go in the world anywhere and the people love the music of Ireland even those who have never been there where the mountains run down to the sea and the hills are all covered in green and the young hearts are broken forever by the loveliest girls ever seen.
So pour me another tall glass and I'll sing you one more song and if you listen real close than the fiddler and the piper will carry it on and if you close your eyes and imagine you'll find a reason to smile when you overhear somebody asking "Can you go back a few thousand miles?"
Down in Texas it's a new century they're leading the world in the first degree Fidel Castro and China too are executing fewer people than you the Governor looked at the evidence found not a single case of innocence and signed those warrants with his own hand: 137 executions and not one innocent man.
Down in Texas they like to keep it short get you a county lawyer who's a friend of the court he's drunk at the trial, you appeal to the state the judges say "sorry, son, it's too late. If you weren't poor, if you were white you'd had a better lawyer and got off light." the judges say "son, you're just a link in the chain" 138 executions and not one innocent man.
Investigators toured death rows all around one in seven convicted were eventually found innocent of murder, wrongfully tried how many men in Texas wrongfully died? some people say we're too soft anyway if we kill mistakenly that's the price you got to pay and they ran that Governor for President 139 executions and not one innocent man. Tell me how does it feel to have blood on your hands? 145 executions and not one innocent man.
A snake he loves to slither, a cow is born to moo a porcupine to quiver, and a morning loves the dew the world loves its balance as a gambler loves a chance and all the boys love watching when the little girls love to dance.
there's always a bigger fish and more than meets the ear a fool born every minute, maybe there's one right here the world loves its balance and without a second glance it sets the wheels in motion when the little girls love to dance.
there was a man in my hometown, one day he said to me "don't I remember when you were just sitting on my knee? with your cowboy hat and pistols and your head all full of plans I stole your gun, said 'stick 'em up' you threw up both your hands."
The piano loves a tuning the choir an organ chord the good knight a cathedral and a well-tempered sword the world loves its balance as a psychic loves a trance and all the lights shine brighter when the little girls love to dance.
A mime loves the silence, the actor a curtain call the trees live to lose their leaves when summer turns to fall the world loves its balance as surfers love their tans and all the bands play better when the little girls love to dance.
Sometimes I think about the folks back home and the twelve mile road I used to roam sometimes I think about a girl name Wille Jean did she ever get as far as New Orleans?
We used to watch the riverboats from a grassy bank yeah and drink hot water form a railway drain tank sometimes I think about a girl name Wille Jean did she ever get as far as New Orleans?
Sometimes I think about ol' Saturday's child yeah and all the times we were runnin' wild sometimes I think about a girl name Wille Jean did she ever get as far as New Orleans?
People always told me, they said "Boy, you're gonna come to harm" now look at me working here on this Hatfield county farm sometimes I think about a girl name Willie Jean did she ever get as far as New Orleans?
Have you ever noticed, when you're being disregarded, there's a singular phrase the politicos say For the good of the country pretend nothing's happened Just close your eyes and make it all go away, hear them say
"For the good of America just forget it, cause it's time to move on" but the truth is, you know it when you hear it their lips are moving but they're doing you wrong
There was a President popularly elected in the prime of his life gunned down in his car they blamed it all on some guy who couldn't even shoot swore in a new President and went off to war, and they said
There was a ship anchored in a Vietnam harbor on one summer evening it was blown all to hell we invaded, lost 40,000 soldiers years later we found out we blew it up ourselves, and we said
Down in Chile a great democracy was ended by the military takeover of General Pinochet who murdered thousands of his own countrymen under the watchful eye of the CIA, and we said
In Iran they took American hostages and held them prisoner til our election was done they released them when our new President was sworn in who sent them 8 billion worth of weapons in return
All my life I've heard people talking about some sinister conspiracy referred to as "they" and I wondered who exactly "they" are but now I know the answer when I hear them say
So remember sometime in your future some pretender will want to be your leader one day first he'll tell you how all your votes just disappeared then step up to the microphone and give himself away when he says
it looked a sad day for the hometeam to settle for a tie at best with only one chance left for victory's dream the next batter being the last now some folks would be satisfied to have a tie on a day like this with that sun gone down in that blue sky some would go to their beer in bliss
but the flukes, the flukes that's different the coach squinted like woody the great and unraveling his gnarled fingers he sent a pinch hitter up to the plate the umpire adjusted his spectacles the crowd gasped as if it were one it was mojo the loose joints dealer who'd been sleeping all day in the sun
mojo he stepped into that batter's box he stood there straight as a tower he looked out through his mirrored sunglasses that hadn't been looked out through for hours the pitcher he reared back and fired down that forty five feet sailed that ball mojo he just stood there looking tired and that umpire said nothin' at all
one two three four five pitches sailed down cross that forty five feet mojo he just hitched his britches till that count was full and complete that pitcher he looked in there one time he gave it his very best case mojo just blinked one little eye "ball four" said that ump "to first base"
"well let him go, let him go, god bless him" sang that coach down there at the base and the next batter hit a two bouncer like a grapefruit that shortstop could taste but mojo he's heading for second he calls out to that shortstop "hey freez" and that shortstop looks up for a second and that grounder skipped right through his knees
he threw down his bucky dent model he let out a hellacious word something like "fluke" but more frontal and mojo starts heading for third then over there on the side line a dust cloud came into view took a right turn at the third base line and straight on down to home plate it blew
the ball came to a stop in the outfield you could see all its seams at rest and mojo he's a-rounding that corner he's putting the scoreless tie to its test outfields converged on that spheroid the catcher he braced for his due and into that primeval sandstorm face first the mojo man flew
from somewhere the far side of baseball came the sound of leather on man both benches emptied in unison "you're out!" came that voice from the sand "you're crazy" that coach screamed in anguish as he tore loose his arm from its cast but that umpire he'd made his decision he'd called this ball game over at last
but then mojo says "mr mr umpire now don't you be so quick to quit before you go calling this game over and tired how bout a look in that there catcher's mitt?" "yeah, let's see that ball" came the cry of the home team and that catcher he stood there so tall but soon he was lookin' so sheepish cause that glove was holdin' nothin' at all
well they searched for that ball in the backstop they inquired of sidewalk passersby they even searched over in hoboken 'case it crossed the river on the fly they put mojo up on their shoulders they made him king for a day they took him to the bar and said "mojo man how you make that ball disappear in smoke like a j?"
mojo he says "boys one thing i found if you're going to survive in the woods when the men in blue start sniffing around best thing to do's to just eat the goods" then mojo gets up off that barstool he walks into that porcelain goddess and he pukes and he coughs up the game ball while the players look on the astonished st luke's flukes
"well i'll be a crazy man" says the coach "i never seen this in the game plan" and they went to that scorebook and somebody wrote hello flounder in the sand now whenever they talk about baseball they remember that old catcher's mitt and they say of old mojo he's the greatest of all he's that fluke that won't never say quit
Musicians: (In order of appearance) Rod MacDonald--acoustic guitar, harmonica and lead vocals Mark Dann--bass and harmony vocals ( "For The Good Of America") Steve Holly--drums Steve Eriksson--acoustic and electric guitars, harmony vocals ( "For The Good Of America") Bernie Shanahan--piano, keyboards, and harmony vocals ("Mickey World") Craig Harris--percussion ("Just One Kiss", "Dance By Lightning") Francis Rovelli--harmony vocals ("Just One Kiss", "Mickey World", "For The Good Of America") Susan McKeown--harmony vocals ("Dr Gachet","We Got it Good & That Ain't Bad", "Dance By Lightning","Ireland, Ireland")
Produced by Mark Dann & Rod MacDonald with assistance and arrangements by Steve Eriksson.
Recorded at Mark Dann Studio, New York, NY, except "My Neighbors In Delray" recorded at Acoustic Music Productions by Ron Litchauer, West Palm Beach, FL.
Mixed by Mark Dann, Rod MacDonald and Glenn Erwin. Mastered by Sean M. Mormelo.
All songs by Rod MacDonald (Blue Flute Music/ASCAP-USA) except " Dance By Lightning" by Rod MacDonald (Polygram/ASCAP-USA), "Ireland, Ireland" by Steve Eriksson/Rod MacDonald (Timber Sound-NCB Sweden/Blue Flute/ASCAP-USA), and "Willie Jean" by Hoyt Axton (Irving Music/BMI-USA).
Front cover by Dewey Engstrom from photographs by Arthur Wood and Rod MacDonald.
Special thank yous to Paddy Mac's, CG Cafe, Amp Shop, Tracy Sands, Lisa Klotz, Sarah Dann, KC Lyon for the limo rides, Nicole Hitz MacDonald for listening with both ears, the House Concert Tour Group for their faithful support, and to Brambus fans everywhere.