The musicians on "WHO COULD IMAGINE" are: David Wheatley: Piano, Keyboards, Chris Palmaro: Piano, Keyboards, Peter Andrews: Electric, Acoustic, and Pedal Steel Guitars, Bass, Piano, Banjo, Mandolin, Charango, Keyboards, Ray Hermann: Saxophone, Roger Larocque: Drums, Percussion, Doug Lubahn: Bass, Tony Powers: Lead Vocals, piano, Keyboards, Bass, Guitar, Mouth Trumpet, Background Vocals: Peter Andrews, Heather Stewart, Tony Powers. The musicians on Track 4: Marty Celay: Electric Guitar, Tony Powers: Acoustic Guitar, Chris Palmaro: Synthesizer, George Young: Saxophone, Garry DeBerry: Bass, Byron Benbow: Drums, Background Vocals: David Boyd, Lenny Del Duca, Peter Andrews, Tony Powers.
“...a masterpiece album, "Who Could Imagine," that demands to be heard. ---Joel Selvin San Francisco Chronicle ”
LYRICS TO THE SONGS ON "WHO COULD IMAGINE"
HOW DO YA (Go to links to see the video on YouTube)
The night is all around
As you lay your head down
Safe and sound
Upon your pillow
The day all but forgot
Your blankey covers you
Comfortably
You count your sheep
With your wife next to you
The world is just so good
Isn’t it? It can’t be better
And as the sandman comes
Visions of sugar plums
All dance for you
Yes life is good
How do you sleep at nite
While Jack and Jill
Are falling down forever
How do you close your eyes
While Humpty Dumpty
Might be broke forever
Your mommy’s always said
That you’re a sleepy head
And she is always right
Isn’t she
But for the fun and games
You’re always wide awake
And when you’re with
Your friends
The jokes just never end
How do you sleep at nite
While Jack and Jill
Are falling down forever
How do you close your eyes
While Humpty Dumpty
Might be broke forever
Is there some magic
You possess
Some secret we can’t know
As yet
Some switch you flip
To disconnect
Which turns each toad
To a princess
How do you close your eyes While Jack and Jill
Are falling down forever
How do you close your eyes
While Humpty Dumpty
Might be broke forever
CARTOON (Listen below)
Stop off at the Chinese take-out
After work
Spareribs and a six-pack
In my undershirt
Wake up with the T.V. on
An' a powerful thirst
Take a shower, go to work,
Take a stiff drink first
Rush hour 'n the train’s
A big anchovy can,
Check out what’s in ‘n out
And in ‘n out in People Mag
Fourteen bucks for a hot new
Flick that's really bad
Eat the worst piece of pizza pie
I ever had
Is this the life?
All the people in Commercials
Have so much fun
A bunch of happy baboons
Is this the life?
Or are we just in rehearsal
Excuse me - is this the feature
Or is this the cartoon??
Meanwhile the atomic weather's
Got me choked
Lunchtime is some mystery meat
And a can of coke
The train is late 'n the
Air-conditioning’s broke.
And I’m wedged between
These two fat fucks whose
Clothes are soaked.
Is this the life?
All the people in Commercials
Have so much fun
A bunch of happy baboons
Is this the life?
Or are we just in rehearsal
Excuse me - is this the feature
Or is this the cartoon??
DISPOSABLE
In a disposable house
On a disposable street
In a disposable town
By a disposable beach
Sits a disposable man...
A disposable man
With his disposable wife
And their disposable plans
For their disposable life
All the disposable plans...
'N they work hard…very hard
Just to make ends meet
They drive an old family car...
Guzzles gasoline
They're savin' hard…very hard
To fix the children's teeth
They use a few...credit cards
Somewhat like you 'n me
Somewhat like you 'n me...
'Neath the disposable stars
In a disposable sky
Beat the disposable hearts
In their disposable times...
All the disposable times...
History is loosely arranged
Writers are ready in case
All facts are subject to change
We simply toss and replace
(We simply toss and replace.)
And the bombs bursting in air
Fill our hearts with pride
And the rock-rockets red glare
Choke us up inside
And the sea and the sky
Take it all in stride
So hush a bye-don't you cry...
Everything's all right
Everything's all right...
DON'T NOBODY MOVE (This is a Heist) (Go to links to see the video on YouTube)
Well, I was in this
Police station
Being booked for
Garlic breath
In the corner was a cripple
They was kicking him to death
From a cell somewhere I heard
This woman scream
"You're hurting me""
On the wall there was
This poster
"Holy name society"...
Oh --
I was in this courtroom
Cause I had a fight
With my own wife
Law 'n order was so thick
You could cut it with a knife
While this landlord
Made a pay-off so they'd
De-control his slum
Hizzoner told
Some Puerto Rican
"In my court you don't
Chew gum"
Oh --
Don't nobody move
This is a heist
Don't nobody move
This is a heist
Well, she was standing on the
Corner
When this dude asked her
The price
She said “me?" he said
"Take it --
Buy yourself something nice"
Soon as he got off
'N while she still was
Squatting on her heels
He produced
A pair of handcuffs
An' a very shiny shield
Oh --
They was towing me away
Cause I don't have
Diplomat plates
While this diplomat I know
Is smuggling "H"
Into the states
I said "lemmee have
The ticket 'n the car –
Save me a trip"
So they hauled me in
For giving them
Some Noo Yawk lefty lip
Oh –
Don't nobody move
This is a heist
Don't nobody move
This is a heist
I was underneath my dresser
Just in case of sneak attack
When this television
Quiz show called
To ask where I was at
I said "I'm underneath
My dresser --
An' they're
Pounding on my door"
The audience went wild
'N the emcee said
"Would you like
To try for more?"
Yes--
Yes I would!
Well, I was driving down
The highway
An' I did not have the toll
So they gave me
The electric chair
(Cured my cold)
Well, I woke up feeling
Hungry and I asked for
Something hot
So they gave me
The electric chair again
'N then they had me shot...
Oh Don't nobody move
This is a heist
Don't nobody move
This is a heist
THE OLDE RIGHT-WINGER BLUES
Gimmee a young chimpanzee's liver
Gimmee a pacemaker for my chest
Gimmee a young chimpanzee's liver
Gimmee a pacemaker for my chest
Plug me into the golf cart
And help me to get dressed
Gimmee gee-raffes testes
Hang a slop-bag from my hip
Gimmee gee-raffes testes
Hand a slop-bag from my hip
I'm an old Right Winger
An' I do not want to lose
My grip…ya understand…
Strap electrodes to my temples
And juice me to my toes
Strap electrodes to my temples
And juice me to my toes
Gimmee a high colonic Nanny
And spank my ass with
My portfolio
Hold me up to the button
I still can use my thumb
Hold me up to the button
I still can use my thumb
Read me the Dow Jones average
Read it slow and I may come
Lord, lemmee make another billion
An' I'll do something for you
Lord, lemmee make another billion
An' I'll do something for you too
Maybe I'll help someone less fortunate
Tho' I can’t see what good
That would do
I thank my God every morning
I was born a rich white man
I thank my God every morning
I was born a rich white man
Because if I was born a nigger
I wouldn't stand a chance
LORRAINE
Your smile’s so beautiful
It’s that sweet moment
When the sun breaks thru
You are the dream I dreamt
That just for once came true.
You’re my happiness
Lorraine
You know the poet’s say
That beauty is
In the beholder’s eye
But it’s in my arms
‘Cause I’ll be holdin’ you tonight
You are my beautiful
Lorraine
And if you’d said to me
I’ll bet you anything
She’ll be your girl
I’d’ve bet you everything
That I had in this world
And then you know of course
I’d pray like hell I lost Sometimes I ask myself
How would it be if
We should grow apart?
And just the thought of it’s
Enough to break my heart
Cause you’re my everything
Lorraine Yes, I can prove to you
That heaven really does exist
I knew it the second
We first kissed goodnite
The stars shone so damn bright
And the angels sang hosannas
Up to the day we met
My luck had never
Held before
But I swear it’s true
That my luck held
The door for you
‘N led you by the hand into my life
That afternoon
Lorraine if not for you,
I’d still be eyein’ lovers
Jealously
I’d still be wond’rin’
Where that great love is for me
I’d still be looking’ for you
My Lorraine.
ETIQUETTE
If you were the star
Of a porn flick
Fox TV would scream
That you deserve an Oscar
Cause while you butt-f**k
Everybody
They proudly spread K-Y
And if you farted
In an elevator
Most of us would press
The nearest button
But you can crap on
Someone’s country
And the stench gets
Bill O’Reilly high
Help me Dear Abby
What does etiquette dictate
Who cares what fork we use
If there’s no food
Darfur and sweet old N’awlins
Dead Iraqis, dead Marines
You mus’ admit
Dat all of dis shit’s
Just a tad bit rude.
Why everyone knows
If you take a lady's hand
Before she offers it
It’s grabby.
But if you grab a lady’s land
No sirens start to wail
No air horn honks
Dear Abby please
RSVP
Might we discuss this matter over tea
Sincerely yours,
Bewildered
In Da Bronx
SADLY
Sadly
These words come
Filled with hate
And sadly they are said
With all due disrespect
And with each precious breath
Informed by naked loathing
Have we
Ever been thought
So third-rate
When was it this absurd
And when did we perfect
This shameless art of death
That comes in
Righteous clothing
Mother
Forgive me that I say
I wish them all to blow away
Yes, blow them back to dust
They’ve caused
So many souls to die
Tooth for a tooth,
Eye for an eye
The Bible that they
Hide behind
Says that this is just
When did we all wake up
Insane
When did we pawn the watch
And choose to keep the chain
Since when have we
Cheered thugs
Who smirked and sneered
While mugging us for our land
Sadly
We’ve now come to be feared
The statue has a tear
Rolling down her cheek
We’re now led by the weak
Whose greatest fear is peace
Anywhere in the world
GOIN' INTO SPACE
Everybody's feelin’ great
It's like a national holiday
We're gazin' up all weepy-eyed
Puffed up to the gills with pride
A hundred eighty miles high
We're orbiting across the sky
Now I don't mean
To bring us down
But it's still a bitch
To get cross-town
Hey, we're goin’ into space
I'll watch it on the tube unless
The junkies robbed my place
It's a great day for
The human race
I'll catch it on T.V.
If I can find
A parking space...
What a wond’rous sight to see
A triumph of technology
In point of fact the perfect gift
For people who have everything
What a party, what a thrill
Not to mention what a bill
But what's three hundred billion
Bucks
And so what if mass transit
Sucks
Hey, we're goin' into space
It's much more fun to read about
Than crime or toxic waste
It’s a great day for the human
Race
What a swell idea to send our
Money into space
Lighting up Tampas with
Dollar bills can be appealing
Lighting Havanas with hundreds
Is another feeling
Betting the rent on a long shot
To win it all
Has to be some kind of juice
But for a taste of a peach,
Or a day at the beach,
I'm into my pocket
But not for no rocket!!!
Bang the bugle, blow the drum
Tell the planets here we come
To build a station far from earth
(Just three hundred billion worth)
And when the housing,
And the schools,
And the jobs, and all the fools,
And the water, and the air,
Get so bad then
We'll go there
Hey-we're goin' into space
Why'n’t you bring
Some sandwiches
'N I'll go get a case
It's a great day for the human
Race
We’re all done down here
Let’s go fuck up
Some other place
La la la la la
La la la la la La la la la la la...
'O RONDONIA (Rain Forest)
There was a forest here,
And we burnt it down
A lovely forest here,
And we cut it down
But we've explained it
As best as we can
And it appears that
We all understand
There was a forest here,
And we poisoned it
Some fifty million years,
And we strangled it
But we've explained
That it's part of a plan
And it's so nice that
We all understand
O' Rondonia,
We hate to see you cry
O' Rondonia,
You got a cinder in your eye?
O' Rondonia,
Why you wearin’ black?
(You would think that
The house burnt down)
Oh I told you not to worry
Told you not to worry
O' Rondonia,
Tomorrow you'll give thanks
O' Rondonia,
You got a highway to the banks
O' Rondonia,
I know its hard to see
The forest
For the goddamn trees
But I swear to you
The woods are
Full of opportunities
THE ANSWER
Being is the answer
But the question's hard to see
Least it appears that way
To me
Living is the answer
Ah, but we can live
'Til eighty-three
And never ever feel our elbow
Man, I got this hemorrhoid
I guess it helps
Fill the void
Sigmund Freud
Self-employed
Anthropoid,
Paranoid
Question is the answer
And the answer's plain to see
Meanwhile, the question
Puzzles me
Ask your mother if she’s bored
If she says she isn't yours
Take her to the Supreme Court
Use big words like menopause
Question is the answer
And the answer's plain to see
Meanwhile, the question
Puzzles me
JOE'S THEME
Sometimes I hold a
Candle to it,
Finding the handle to it
I’m holding something
Wonderful
And sometimes
I’m without the light
Lost in the tricks
Of night
Moments
I have the pleasure of it
I take the measure of it
And time goes by
So thoughtlessly
And moment’s
Thought is like a stone
Another cup of Joe
‘N Take somebody home
Time and tide
Have sands to sweep
And I've a waking dream
Love will wait
And children will keep
Love is a kiss to steal
Not written in the deal
Sometimes I drive a nail
Right through it
I pin the tail right to it
And I can feel it's happening
And suddenly it's so far away
And I remember I've got
Dreams to pay
CRADLE TO GRAVE
Beneath the dome
The weather's nice
There are no rainy days
In paradise
The water's clean
The air is clear
And there’s no need to stray
Too far from here
The avenues are straight
And wide
With shopping malls
On either side
'N everybody has a happy face
There are no voices raised
Oh what a perfect place
Everybody have a nice day
Tune in tonight
For more of the same
It's the world we knew
Would be brave
They're watching our lives
Cradle to grave
We video, we microwave,
Just look at all the time we save
We text, we web cam,
And we mobile phone
Nobody's ever left alone
We use remotes from everywhere
There is no need to
Leave our easy chair
We shop at home on our teevees
With all the credit cards
That we are sent for “free”
Everybody have a nice day
Tune in tonight
For more of the same
It's the world we knew
Would be brave
They're watching our lives
Cradle to grave
Everybody wears Cantel
Cotton and wool are gone…
Oh well
And you know what's
Really swell
We don't have to learn to add
We don't have to learn to spell
Cuz everything's computerized
So it should come as
No surprise
Press a key 'n right before
Your eyes
Every question's asked
‘N every answer's realized Beneath the dome
The weather's nice
There are no rainy days
In paradise...
NOTHIN' BUT MY TIME
I don’t expect nothin’
For my time but my time
I don’t expect nothin’
But my time
You can go how you wanna go
Do what you wanna do
An’ it’s fine
I don’t expect nothin’
But my time
I don’t expect nothin’
For my rhyme but the rhyme
I don’t expect nothin’
But my rhyme
You can take what you
Wanna take
Leave what you wanna leave
Behind
I don’t expect
Nothin’ but my time
Once away in the past
I passed myself by each day
I was doin’ things I didn’t like
For things that never happened
Anyway
I was lookin’ ahead so hard
I lost my place
Now I try not to expect nothin’
For my dime
But the time
River flows not carin’
Where it winds
You can say what you wanna say
I ain’t gonna change my way
Or my mind
I don’t expect nothin’ but my time
all songs c. tony powers and pooh music BMI