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Randy Newman : Land Of Dreams
1988

  1. Dixie Flyer
  2. New Orleans Wins The War
  3. Four Eyes
  4. Falling In Love
  5. Something Special
  6. Bad News From Home
  7. Roll With The Punches
  8. Red Bandana
  9. Follow The Flag
  10. It's Money That Matters
  11. I Want You To Hurt Like I Do

Dixie Flyer

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I was born right here, November '43
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My dad was a captain in the army
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My poor little momma didn't know a soul in LA
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So we went down to the union station and made our getaway
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Got on the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
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Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams
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On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
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Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams
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Her own mother came to meet us at the station
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Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine
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She cried when her little girl got off the train
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Her brothers and her sisters drove down from Jackson, Mississippi
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In a great green Hudson driven by a gentile they knew
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Drinking rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat
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Tryin' to do like the gentiles do
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Christ, they wanted to be gentiles, too
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Who wouldn't down there, wouldn't you?
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An American Christian, God damn!
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On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
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Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams
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On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
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Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams
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New Orleans Wins The War

Don't remember much about my baby days But I been told We used to live on Willow near the Garden District Next to the Sugar Bowl Momma used to wheel me past an ice cream wagon One side for White and one side for Colored I remember trash cans floatin' down Canal Street It rained every day one summer Momma used to take me to Audubon Park Show me the ways of the world She said "here comes a white boy there goes a black one, that one's an octoroon This little cookie here's a macaroon, that big round thing's a red balloon And the paper down here's called the Picayune And here's a New Orleans tune" In 1948 my Daddy came to the city Told the people that they'd won the war Maybe they'd heard it, maybe not Probably they'd heard it and just forgot 'Cause they built him a platform there in Jackson Square And the people came to hear him from everywhere They started to party and they partied some more 'Cause New Orleans had won the war (We knew we'd do it, we done whipped the Yankees) Daddy said, "I'm gonna get this boy out of this place Bound to sap his strength People have fun here, and I think that they should But nobody from here every come to no good They're gonna pickle him in brandy and tell him he's saved Then throw fireworks all round his grave" So he took us down to the airport, and flew us back to LA That was the end of my baby days Blue blue morning, blue blue day All your bad dreams drift away It's a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day Lose those bad dreams Those gray clouds above you, what you want them around with you for? You got someone to love you Who could ask for more? It's a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day All your bad dreams drift away

Four Eyes

One September morning when I was five My daddy said "Son rise from your bed" I thought I must be dreaming it's still dark outside He said "Son if you fall behind you'll never get ahead Here's your little brown cowboy shirt put it on Here's your little brown cowboy pants put 'em on Here's your little brown shoes can you tie them yourself? Get into the car we're gone!" We drove it seemed like forever Further than I'd ever been away from home Then my daddy stopped the car, and he turned to me He said, "Son it's time to make us proud of you It's time to do what's right Gonna have to learn to work hard" I said, "Work? What are you talking about? You're not gonna leave me here, are you?" He said "Yes I am!" And drove off into the morning light For a while I stood there, on the sidewalk A Roy Rogers lunch pail in my hand Then I heard sweet children's voices calling And I began to understand They said, "Four eyes! Look like you're still sleeping!" "Four eyes! Look like you're dead!" "Four eyes! Where have you been keeping yourself?" "Look like you been whupped upside the head"

Falling In Love

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Maybe you're falling in love
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You stare across the harbor
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At the lights along the bay
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They're just getting in your way... Look!
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Now you're walkin' in the holy land
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Yeah, that's you there, walkin' with the king
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And you ask "What have I done to deserve this?"
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Why, you haven't done a thing Maybe you're falling in love Maybe you're falling in love Maybe you're falling, falling, falling, falling Falling in love |
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Something Special

All dressed up nowhere to go Looks so easy but it isn't you know Hard to find what you're dreamin' of But there's something special about our love Different people different worlds You just call me and I'll be there for you We belong together you know it's true 'Cause there's something special about our love It's all right Baby it's OK We're gonna make it no matter what they say Sure as the stars shine in the sky above There is something special about our love People change as time goes by Others come between But I'll love you 'til the day I die 'Cause there's something special 'bout you and me Something special about our love

Bad News From Home

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High on a cliff in Mexico
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Staring down at the rocks and the sea below
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I can hear the church bells ring
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I can hear the choir I remember the night she left I drove to the station in the pouring rain Sat all night behind my big iron desk
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The oil on the water made a rainbow At the end of this bone-white gravel road They both lie sleeping on a feather bed And her hair is black as the sky at night But her eyes are gray like the moon You can run but you can't hide You can run but you can't hide You said you love me but I know you lied You said you love me but I know you lied

Roll With The Punches

They say that people are livin' in the street No food in their belly no shoes on their feet Six black children livin' in a burned up room One bare light bulb swinging Little black kid come home from school Put his key in the door Mr Rat's on the stairway, Mr Junkie's lyin' in his own vomit on the floor You gotta roll with the punches little black boy That's what you got to do You got to roll with the punches (tap it baby) There's all these boring people, you see 'em on the TV And they're making up all these boring stories About how bad things have come to be They say "You got to, got to, got to feed the hungry" "You got to, got to, got to heal the sick" I say we ain't gotta do nothin' for nobody 'Cause they won't work a lick, you know They just gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they will Gonna have to roll with them They gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they will It don't matter whether you're white, black or brown You won't get nowhere putting down The old Red, White and Blue Tap it baby. Alright. All right! Look at those little shorts he's got on, ladies and gentlemen You can see all the way to Argentina Get it! So pretty Let 'em go to Belgium, let 'em go to France Let 'em go to Russia Well at least they ought to have the chance to go there We have talked about the red, we have talked about the blue Now we gonna talk about the white That's what we're gonna have to do Now we had to roll with the punches, yes we did We had to roll with 'em We had to roll with the punches, yes we did We had to roll with 'em I don't care what you say You're livin' in the greatest country in the world When you're livin' in the USA Tap it baby, alright All right

Red Bandana

Left Los Angeles a short while ago Flew 'cross the country back to Buffalo Walked around through the sleet and the snow With a red bandana on my head Saw my momma on 12th and Grand Standing in the alley with the junkyard man They were both so loaded they could hardly stand Talkin' 'bout going to Mexico I said, momma I was born, out there I was born again Been clear to California and back Was out there so long many times I thought I was dead She said, "Sonny what's that you got wrapped around your head?" It's a red bandana It's a red bandana It's a red bandana It's from Hollywood, USA Looked for the woman I used to love Seen her in a bar off the Harlem Road Talking in a booth with Charley Hobbs And this ugly little dude whom I didn't know She said "honey you're back I'm so glad When you was gone I was so sad You come in here lookin' so bad With that red bandana on your head With that red bandana on your head" Yes! It's a red bandana It's a red bandana It's a red bandana And it's red just like your blood is

Follow The Flag

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You can stand alone or with somebody else
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Or stand with all of us, together
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If you can believe in something bigger than yourself
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You can follow the flag forever
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They say it's just a dream, some dreamers dream
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That it's an empty thing that really has no meaning
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They say it's all a lie but it's not a lie
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I'm going to follow the flag 'til I die
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Into every life a little rain must fall
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But it's not gonna rain forever
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You can rise above you can rise above it all
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We will follow the flag together
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We will follow the flag forever

It's Money That Matters

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Most never adjusted
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To the great big world
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It's money that matters
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Hear what I say
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It's money that matters
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In the USA
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All of these people are much brighter than I
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When I was a young boy
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And asked what does it mean?
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And I talked to everybody that I knew It's money that matters Now you know that it's true It's money that matters Whatever you do
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Another great big pool beside it Sonny it's money that matters Hear what I say It's money that matters In the USA It's money that matters Now you know that it's true It's money that matters Whatever you do" |
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I Want You To Hurt Like I Do

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Gonna run out on you too, baby
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I done it all my life Everybody cried the night I left (well, almost everybody did) My little boy just hung his head And I put my arm, put my arm around his little shoulder And this is what I said
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| Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do" If I had one wish, one dream I knew would come true I'd want to speak to all the people in the world I'd get up there, I'd get up there on that platform (First I'd sing a song or two you know I would and then I) Then I'll tell you what I'd do
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I'd talk to the people and I'd say "It's a rough rough world, it's a tough tough world, well, you know And things don't always, things don't always go the way we plan But there's one thing, one thing we all have in common And it's something everyone can understand
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All over the world sing along I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do"
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