Lover Lover Lover - LC
I asked my father,
I said: "Father change my name.
The one I'm using now it's covered up
with fear and filth and cowardice and shame."

Yes and lover lover lover lover lover lover lover, come back to me.
Yes and lover lover lover lover lover lover lover, come back to me.

He said, "I locked you in this body.
I meant it as a kind of trial.
You can use it as a weapon,
Or to make some woman smile."

Yes and lover lover lover lover lover lover lover, come back to me.
Yes and lover lover lover lover lover lover lover, come back to me.

 "Then let me start again!" I cried,
"Oh please let me start again!
I want a face that's fair this time,
I want a spirit that is calm."

And lover lover lover lover lover lover lover, come back to me,
Yes and lover lover lover lover lover lover lover, come back to me.

"I never never turned aside," he said,
 "I never ever ever turned away.
 It was you who built the temple,
 It was you who covered up my face."

Lover lover lover lover lover lover lover, come on back to me,
Yes and lover lover lover lover lover lover lover, come back to me.

"Oh you may come to me in happiness,
You may come to me in grief.
You may come to me in your deepest faith,
You may come to me in your coldest disbelief.

Ah, but lover lover lover lover lover lover lover, come back to Me,
Lover lover lover lover lover lover lover, come back to Me."

And may the spirit of this song,
May it rise up pure and free.
May this yield for each and every one of you
A shield against your enemy.

Lover lover lover lover lover lover lover, come back to me,
Yes and lover lover lover lover lover lover lover, come back to me.

Yes and lover lover lover lover lover lover lover, come back to me,
Lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.


Misty Blue - Dorothy Moore (1976)

Oh but it's been
Such a long long time
To try to 
Get you off my mind.

Looks like I can't.
Just the thought of you
Turns my whole world
A misty blue.

Just the mention of your name,
Turns a flicker to a flame.
I can't forget the things we used to do,
My whole world turns misty blue.

You know I should forget you,
I really should,
And heaven knows,
That I've tried.

But when I told you -
When I said that we were through,
Deep in my heart
I lied.

Baby, oh, what a long, long, time,
To try to, 
Get you,
Off of my mind.

Oh but I can't -
Just the thought of you,
Turns my world,
Misty blue.

And the very mention
Of your name
Turns a flicker, 
To a flame. 

I think of things 
We used to do,
My whole world turns 
Misty blue.

Red River Valley (- traditional)

{I've been thinkin' a long time} oh my darling,
Of the sweet words you never would say.
Now alas must my fond hopes be broken,
For they say you are going away.

Then come sit by my side if you love me.
Do not hasten to bid me adieu.
Just remember the Red River Valley
And that cowboy who loves you so true.

Then come sit by my side if you love me.
Do not hasten to bid me adieu.
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loves you so true.
...
Come sit by my side if ya love me.
Do not hasten to bid me adieu.
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loves you so true.

I've been thinkin' a long time my darling,
Of those sweet words you never would say.
Now alas must my fond hopes all be broken,
They say you are going away.

Then come sit by my side if you love me.
Do not hasten to bid me adieu.
Just remember the Red River Valley,
And the cowboy who loves you so true.

The following notes are from: 
  The Book of World-Famous Music,
  Classical, Popular, and Folk, 
  4th (dover) Edition, 1995 -James J. Fuld
~
  "From this valley they say you are going,
   I shall miss your sweet face and your smile..."

A pencil manuscript of the words of
      The Red River Valley 
bears the notation at the bottom 
"Nemaha 1879, Harlan 1885"
and sets forth five stanzas. 
The University of Iowa, Iowa City, Iowa
(Edwin Ford Piper Collection). 
Nemaha and Harlan are towns in western Iowa.

  The first printing of the music 
and words was in sheet music entitled 
  In the Bright Mohawk Valley, 
with music and words credited to 
James J. Kerrigan, and copyrighted 
June 4, 18961 by Howley, Haviland & Co., 
4 East 20th Street, New York, N.Y. 
First edition: Front cover is light 
and dark green and white, states 
that the song was sung by John W. Rice 
and the price is 4. p. [2] adv.
/'//.. - /.. m. on pp. 3-5. 
No plate number. 
Back cover adv. The Arrival..
- Belfry.. Folio. LC(CDC). 

  Recent research indicates that this 
folk song did not originally refer to 
the Mohawk Valley in New York State, 
or to the Red River Valley in Texas, 
but rather to the Red River that flows 
into Lake Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.
It is believed that the song was sung in 
the Northwest Territories in Canada 
during the Rebellion of 1869.

Regina

{deep exhalation}
they got it
  start it here.
they got it right, we got it.

----------------------------------------------
Regina
----------------------------------------------
And the Holston river sparkles in the moonlight
And the Holston river {door slams} rushes to the sea.
Well the Clinch mountain towers o'r the valley
Still the arms of Regina reach for me.

Ten years ago i tried to slay {? see? save?} the president {?} {hummm humm..}
{ta da da da ta da da da da run (?????) }
{ ah ?? ???? ??? ???? the arms of Regina }
And on her robe I could not tell a lie

I've worked and slaved to be a rock mount {???}{spanish ship?}
And the Brushy Mountain Penitentiary
Now I'm a going back to  see Regina
and a {?????} (we need you)
{?????}  ... memory

Still the Holston valley sparkles in the moonlight -sunlight
Still the Holston river rushes to the sea
Still the Clinch mountain towers o'r the valley
Still the arms of Regina reach for me.
(let's do that once again)

Still the Holston valley sparkles in the moon light
Still the Holston river rushes through the sea
Still the Clinch mountain towers o'r the valley
Still the arms of Regina reach for me

Still the arms of Regina reach for me....

(let's get out of here.....)

Let's get out of this place (hum hum hum) , What are we....
{ cut }

Seems So Long Ago - LC

{ Audience:
  - three or four requests }
in german? 
-lenny chuckles.  
In any case, "But it seems..."
gets an enthusiastic - "Hey!".. }

----------------------------------------------
Seems So Long Ago 
----------------------------------------------
But it seems so long ago,
Nancy was alone,
Looking at that late late show
Through a semi-precious stone.

In the House of Honesty
Her father was on trial,
In the House of Mystery
There was no one at all,

There was no one there at all.

And it seems so long ago.
None of us were really very strong.
An but Nancy she wore green stockings.
She slept with everyone.

She never said she'd wait for us,
Even though she was all alone.
I guess she fell in love for us
In nineteen sixty one,

In nineteen sixty one.

Ah but morning, - it would not come.
Nancy really was alone.
There was a forty five beside her head,
A Princess telephone.

We told her she was beautiful,
We all told her she was free.
But none of us would meet her in
The House of Mystery,

The House of Mystery.

Ok so now you can look all around you.
You can see her everywhere.
Many of you use her smile, her body now,
Many comb her hair.

And in the hollow of the night,
When you are cold and when you are numb,
You can hear her - she's talking freely now,
She is happy that you've come,

She's so happy, that you've come.

Silent Night

{ - Joseph Mohr - 1816 }
----------------------------------------------
Silent Night! Holy Night!
All is calm, all is bright,
'Round yon virgin, mother and child. 
Holy infant, so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

    Silent night! holy night!
    Son of God! Love's pure light!   
    Radient beams from Thy holy face,
    With the dawn of redeeming grace,
    Jesus, Lord at Thy birth! 
    Jesus, Lord at Thy birth.


Sing Another Song, Boys - LC

Lenny: 
  Key note ...
Girl:
  (sings a key note)
    da da da 
Lenny:
  [..?..]
Girl:
  -sure.
Lenny:
  This is a song about a man and a woman,
  and, it's called Lets Sing Another Song Boys.
  And, in an exam, I think i'll give this one, like, 
  - a German [DocShould(??)] thesis.

  And, the song pertains to, dissect,
  the intimate connections, in the ordinary 
  relationship.

  Coming to no satisfactory conclusions, 
  the author, of the melody, abandons it,  
  and begins another song.

  Hence the title - "Let's Sing Another Song, Boys"-

  At which point, in the authors mind, he envisages 
  the audience,  rising to their feet, their throats burning,
  and singing the new song, - which speaks of the ends
  of all the tyrannies that we place upon each other 
  in the living room, and the song is completed 
  in a great triumphal march, 
  on the Bastile.

 [starts strumming]

 [ someone says:
  "Bob Dylan, Reverend" 

 [Lenny screws-up, 
 stops strumming 
 
 "Reese (?) - I'm lost without you".
  
  continues:... ]

  This is still the same song.
  Keep in mind what I said.

{ starts again }

  "Reese, that does sound like you..."

{ yeah man, .. }
----------------------------------------------
 Sing Another Song, Boys
----------------------------------------------
Ah now his fingernails - I see they're broken.
His ships - they're all on fire.
The moneylender's lovely little daughter,
Ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire.

She hails him with a microphone
That some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her.
She hails him with a microphone
That she got from the pawnshops of father.

She tempts him with a clarinet,
She waves a Nazi dagger.
Ah, She finds him,
He's lying in a heap;

She wants to be his woman.
He says "Yes, I just might go to sleep.
But kindly leave, leave the future,
Leave it open."

He stands where it is steep,
And I guess he thinks that he's the very first one.
His hands upon his belt now,
Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner.

And she will learn to touch herself so well,
As all the sails burn down like paper.
And he has lit the chain, now,
And of his famous cigarillo.

Ah, they'll never, I mean they'll never,  ever reach the moon.
At least not the one they're after.
Floating broken on the open sea right now,
And look it carries no survivors.

But lets leave these lovers wondering
Why they cannot have each other.
Here it comes  -And Let's Sing Another Song Boys -
This one has grown old and bitter.

La La LaLah
LaLaLa
LaLaLa Lah
LaLa Lah
La Luh

Lah

LaLahh
LaLauLai
LaLaLa

Lau

LaLa
LaLauLai
LaLa

La La La LaLaLau
LaLaLau
LaLaLauLai
LaLaLau
LaLo
LaLaLo
LaLaLoLai
LaLa

La La La LaLaLau
LaLaLau
LaLaLauLai
LaLaLau
LaLo

{ maniacal strumming, increasing tempo }
Encore..

La La La Lai
LaLaLau
LaLaLauLai
LaLaLau
LaLo
LaLaLo
LaLaLoLai
LaLa

La La La La La
LaLaLoLai
LaLa

lalal lalalal lalalla lalala
lalala lallah

{ feverish strumming }

nananana
nananananana
nananananana
nanana
nananana
nanananana
nananana
nananana
nananananannanana

--------------------------------------------
When You Kneel Below Me - LC
--------------------------------------------
When you kneel below me,
And in both your hands
Hold thy Manhood like a scepter

When you wrapped your tongue
About the amber jewel that urge my blessing

Then I understand those Roman Girls
Who danced around a shaft of stone
And kissed it till the stone was warm.

Kneel love,
A thousand feet below me,
So far I can barely see your mouth and hands
Perform the ceremony.

Kneel till I topple
To your back with a groan
Like those Gods on the roof
That Samson pulled down.

{ starts playing "Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye". }

 

Thanks!! to:

http://www.twoshakesofalambstail.com/storeroom/transcripts/index.html