Camper Van Beethoven - Popular Songs Of Great Enduring Strength And Beauty Lyrics
The Day That Lassie Went to the Moon
My little dog ran away the other day
I can't believe my little dog Lassie ran away
She packed her bags and got into a hot-air balloon
Then my little dog Lassie, she sailed off to the moon
The day, the day
That was the day that Lassie went to the moon
My little dog Lassie packed her bags and went out onto the porch
Her golden fur glistened in that sunny blue backdrop sky of Kansas
Before her stretched majestic wheat fields and over to that great city to the west
Lassie knew she had the duty to serve the youth of America and the stars above
Writer: DAVID LOWERY
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Take The Skinheads Bowling
Everyday I get up and pray to Jah
And he increases the number of clocks
By exactly one
Everybody's coming home for lunch these days
Last night there were skinheads on my lawn
[Chorus]
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Some people say bowling alleys
Got big lanes
(Got big lanes)
(Got big lanes)
Some people say that bowling alleys
All look the same
(Look the same)
(Look the same)
There's not a line that goes here
That rhymes with anything
(Anything)
(Anything)
Had a dream last night
But I forget what it was
(What it was)
(What it was)
[x2]
Had a dream last night
About you my friend
Had a dream
I wanted to sleep next to plastic
Had a dream
I wanted to lick your knees
Had a dream
It was about nothing
[x2]
Writer: Victor Krummenacher, DAVID LOWERY, CHRIS MOLLA, JONATHAN SEGEL
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Pictures of Matchstick Men
When I look up to the sky
I see your eyes
A funny kind of yellow
Rush home to bed
I soak my head
I see your face underneath my pillow
I wake next morning
I'm still yawning
I see your face looking through my window
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Images of matchstick men and you
Alls I ever see is them and you
Windows echo your reflection
When I look in their direction now
There your face is haunting me
Your face just won't leave me alone
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Images of matchstick men and you
Alls I ever see is them and you
You're in the sky
You're with the sky
You make men cry
You are, you're in the sky
You're with the sky
You make men cry
Pictures of matchstick men . . .
Writer: FRANCIS DOMINIC NICHOLAS ROSSI
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Opie Rides Again/Club Med Sucks
I don't have to go to school for an entire week
I just want to go down to Newport Beach
Mom and Dad want to tell me where to go
They wanna go to Club Med San Carlos
Club Med sucks
Authority sucks
I hate golf
I wanna play lacrosse
The people there, they are so stupid
They exploit the poor and the weak
I want no part of their death culture
I just wanna go to the beach
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Eye of Fatima Parts 1 & 2
He's got the Eye of Fatima on the wall of his room
Two bottles of tequila, three cats and a broom
He's got an 18-year-old angel and she's all dressed in black
He's got 15 nickels of cocaine tied up in a sack
And this here's a government experiment and we're driving like Hell
To give some cowboys some acid and to stay in motels
We're going to eat up some wide open spaces like it was a cruise on the Nile
Take the hands off the clock, we're going to be here a while
And I am the Eye of Fatima on the wall of the motel room
And cowboys on acid are like Egyptian cartoons
And no one ever conquered Wyoming from the left or from the right
But you can stay in motel rooms and stay up all night
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Sad Lovers Waltz
One step for boys, one step for girls, step away
One step for you, one step for me, step away
Don't take the third step, 'cuz that's just the sad lovers' waltz
Don't take the third step, 'cuz that's just the sad lovers' waltz
One step for anger, one step for pain, step away
One step for right, one step for wrong, step away
Don't take the third step, 'cuz that's just a sad lover's waltz
Don't take the third step, 'cuz that's just a sad lover's waltz
One step for boys, one step for girls, step away
One step for you, one step for me, step away
One more step makes three, and three steps a waltz
Don't take the third step, cuz that's just a sad lover's waltz
Writer: KRUMMENACHER, LISHER, LOWERY, MOLLA, SEGEL
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When I Win The Lottery
Well I lost an eye in Mexico
I lost two teeth, where I don't know
People see me coming and they move to the other side of the road
I robbed a liquor store or two
I made myself at home a few times
Borrow myself a car when I need it
I got me a shack at the bottom of the road
Fixing cars and giving tows
I spend all my money
On the lottery
When I win the lottery
Gonna buy all the girls on my block
Color TV and a bottle of French perfume
When I win the lottery
Gonna donate half my money to the city
So they have to name a street or a school or a park after me
When I win the lottery
Never ran a flag
Up a pole
Like Mr. Red White and Blue down the road
But I never call myself a hero for killing a known communist
Now I could walk into any old bar
And find a fight without looking too hard
But I never killed someone I don't know
Just cause someone told me to.
And when I win the lottery
Gonna buy the house next to Mr.
Red, White and Blue
And when I win the lottery
Gonna buy post 306
American legion, paint it red with five gold stars
When I win the lottery
When the end comes to this old world
The righteous will cry and the rest will curl up
God won't take the time
To sort your ashes from mine
Cause we zig and zag between good and bad
Stumble and fall on right and wrong
Cause the tumbling dice with the luck of the draw
Just leads us on
And when I win the lottery
Gonna buy all the girls on my block
Silver plated
Six shooters with a quart of the finest highland scotch
Cause when I win the lottery
The righteous will shake their heads and say
That God is good, but surely works in mysterious ways
When I win the lottery.
Writer: CHRIS PEDERSON, DAVID LOWERY, GREG LISHER, VICTOR KRUMMENACHER
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The History Of Utah
He was a riverboat gambler
He was the son of the chief of police
He was a riverboat gambler
He was the son of the chief of police
He drove around in a Rambler
And he had a message from the chief
He drove around in a Rambler
He had a messsage from the chief
And old Joe did and said as he would
Took all the shopping carts in the mall
And took 'em to Utah, which was Zion
He built an empire out of the desert
Out of the dust and the sand, just like Las Vegas
But he never took the rap that the mafia did
And he thought the Indians were some lost 13 dudes
But he didn't treat 'em any better
And they were never on his side
They drove their pickup trucks out into the desert
Into a ditch along the side of the road
And acted like they were drunk all the time
And old Joe had 13 beady-eyed babies
One of whom I used to go to school with
He'd drive his car at 110 down the alleyway
Throwing cinderblocks at trash cans
And I declare on this occasiion that I've never seen this heaven, or this place any differently
But now and then I dream of the flying saucers, and they're coming to take us away
Writer: KRUMMENACHER, LISHER, LOWERY, MOLLA, PEDERSE
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Seven Languages
I played this song for my love
But she said to me
"It has no meaning at all."
We walked across the park
And I said a word
And we went to the bar
For no reason at all
Well up in the sky
Well I saw a cloud
And I thought that it looked like something
But on second thought not
And I would come to visit you
But I can't find my car keys
And I can't remember where you live
And if I had just a little time
I could speak seven languages
I could walk on water
A friend calls me on the phone
And tells me a joke
Well I think that I laugh
But I don't remember at all
I woke up with a word in my head
And as far as I know
It has no meaning at all
Well up in the sky
Well I saw a cloud
And I thought it looked like a face
But on second thought not
And I would come to visit you
But I can't find my car keys
And I can't think of right words to say
And if I had just a little time
I could speak seven languages
I could walk on water
Writer: CHRIS PEDERSEN, DAVID LOWERY, GREG LISHER, JONATHAN SEGEL, VICTOR KRUMMENACHER
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All Her Favourite Fruit
I drive alone, home from work
And I always think of her
Late at night I call her
But I never say a word
I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder
I can almost smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay
She serves him mashed potatoes
And she serves him peppered steak, with corn
Pulls her dress up over her head
Lets it fall to the floor
And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit
And all the most exotic places they are cultivated
And I'd like to take her there, rather than this train
And if I weren't a civil servant, I'd have a place in the colonies
We'd play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at four
Within intervention's distance of the embassy
The midday air grows thicker with the heat
And drifts towards the line of trees
When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into siesta
And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof
We dream our dreams and sing our songs of fecundity
Of life and love
Of life and love
Of life and love
Writer: CHRIS PEDERSON, DAVID LOWERY, GREG LISHER, VICTOR KRUMMENACHER
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Good Guys and Bad Guys
Well there are good guys and there are bad guys
And there are crooks and criminals
There are doctors and there are lawyers
And there are folks like you and me
So let's get high while the radio's on
Just relax and sing a song
Drive your car up on the lawn
Let me play your guitar
Well, this here verse is for the people in Russia
Though it is a long long ways away
They couldn't hear this song in Russia
But couldn't understand the words anyway
So let's get high while the radio's on
Just relax and sing a song
Drive your car up on the lawn
Let me play your guitar
So just be glad you live in America
Just relax and be yourself
'Cause if you didn't live here in America
You'd probably live somewhere else
So let's get high while the radio's on
Just relax and sing a song
Drive your car up on the lawn
Let me play your guitar
Writer: CHRIS MOLLA, CHRIS PEDERSEN, DAVID LOWERY, GREG LISHER, JONATHAN SEGEL, VICTOR KRUMMENACHER
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Circles
Elise Ana Chaionga, Lisa de Romati-Yov
(gnileef ynnuf taht, niaga semoc ti ereh, on ho)
Writer: CAMPER VAN BEETHOVEN
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One Of These Days
One of these days
When you figure, figure it all out
Well be sure to let me know
Well I'll be waiting right here
Come and whisper in my ear what it is I want to know
One of these days, gonna get into it way on over our heads
And you'll find that there's no place to hide
But if you fight and if you fail, don't fall back into yourself
You can fall back on me
One of these days
When you figure it, figure it all out
Put your lips against my ear
Tell me it all
Or tell me just a little bit, you know
You know it's what I wanna hear
One of these days
When you figure, figure it all out
Well be sure to let me know
Well I'll be waiting right here
Come and whisper in my ear what it is I wanna know
One of these days
When you figure, figure it all out
Put your lips against my ear
Tell me it all,
Or tell me just a little bit, you know
You know it's what I wanna hear
Writer: CHRIS PEDERSON, DAVID LOWERY, GREG LISHER, JONATHAN SEGAL, VICTOR KRUMMENACHER
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Ambiguity Song
Everything seems to be up in the air at this time
Everything seems to be up in the air at this time
One day soon, it'll all settle down
Everything seems to be up in the air at this time
All across the nation, people are gettin' together
From many ideas they form a single goal
Some people are gonna benefit
And others gotta sacrifice
But everything seems to seems to be up in the air at this time
I got some certain special feelings for you
I got some certain special feelings for you
I don't know if they're good or bad
But I just might give you a call
Everything seems to be up in the air at this time
Writer: Jonathan Segel, CHRIS MOLLA, DAVID LOWERY, VICTOR KRUMMENACHER
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Shut Us Down
I've got a 'lectric guitar and half a bottle of warm beer
I've got some funny ideas about what sounds good
What sounds good
Better shut us down
Betters hut us down
I've got a dollar (fifty) (fifteen) and nothing better to do
I've got a half tank of gas and nowhere to go
Better shut us down
Better shut us down
Better shut us down.
Writer: KRUMMENACHER, LISHER, LOWERY, MOLLA, PEDERSE
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