Brian Woodbury and his Popular Music Group

by Brian Woodbury

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1.
Your roots are phony Never were a cowboy Never crossed a prairie In a covered wagon Just a lot of strangers Who never like the indians And a lot of africans Taken from their homeland Your roots are phony Never gave thanksgiving Never carried muskets Never carved a turkey Just a lot of pilgrims And a lot of puritans Wiping out a wilderness Calling it a nation Your rooors are phony Wearing wigs and wooden teeth Lying ’bout a cherry tree Throwing dollars cross the water Thousands of foot soldiers One valley forge Down on their luck Face in the muck Your roots are phony Didn’t hang together Not in god you trusted Or one composed of many This land is your land No land of opportunity Just a great big continent And the concept money Your roots are phony Hauling the revival tent Putting on a minstrel show Selling frontier medicine to Thousands of panhandlers No motherlode Rakin’ the muck, Makin’ a buck Your roots are phony It’s a show on broadway Where they sing all bluesy And cry because it’s heavy Your roots are showing, Like some bleach blonde chorus girl Waiting to go platinum Believin’ your baloney Your roots are phony. You’re an injun-giver Like some yankee doodle Who calls a feather noodle Never kept a treaty Or lost a war you didn’t start Stick this feather in your heart And call a phony “phony”
2.
Everything they told you, Turns out they were right. But you didn't listen to them. Turns out they were right. They said you‘d never make it. It turns out they were right. If you’d only listened to them, They still would have been right. But you could be so happy together. You would still be together, you see. You were meant to be without meaning to be. But they had to say they told you so you never would be happy. Every conversation, Are they talking about you? Find out what your problem is. What are you going to do? Ask your doctor, “Doctor, doctor?" Say, “Doctor, tell me true." But I think you've got a bad case, A case of loving you. But you could be so happy together. You would still be together, you see. You were meant to be without meaning to be. But they had to say they told you so you never would be happy. Maybe they're your mother. Maybe they're your father too. They might be God in Heaven, To put you on the twelve difficult steps Down the road of regret, Where you’ll never even get to say, “Are we there yet?" But you could be so happy together. You would still be together, you see. It was love evermore, but it’s not anymore But they had to say they told you so you never would be happy. But you could be so happy together. You would still be together, you see. You were meant to be without meaning to be. But they had to say they told you so you never would be happy.
3.
The Oranges 04:12
When I woke up this morning, Whistling a happy feeling, Drinking brand new water, Breathing like I'd never breathed, Everything was orange Orange like a daisy, Orange like an orange popsickle (Yeah, I like that) That's how I let the cat out of the bag, now. That’s when I left the birdcage open. That‘s why I walked the dog around the block. Throw away the leash, 'cause I got the oranges. I had the blues but that was yesterday. Those blues might come right back tomorrow. But something tells me doesn’t work like that. Step right up and you got the oranges. Orange, it doesn't rhyme with anything. I've heard that since I was eleven. But that’d never stop me revvin‘ up And gettin‘ down, down 'cause I got the oranges. It's my favorite color. Comes from right off the rainbow. Grows right out your window. In your door, grocery store. You can have this feeling. Give it to your girl, friendly. You can say, “I love you." (Orange love, now.) If I could trade it for anything, I’d change it just an iota. I‘d mail it round the world in eighty days, Especially delivered when you got the oranges. Orange, there’s two ways of pronouncing it. Orange, can’t add it with an apple. Orange you glad l didn't say banana? Welcome to fruition, now you got the oranges. l am an animal too, now. The kind who’d pedal in a orange grove. That's me, the fellow with the clothes on. Hunker down, down ’cause I got the oranges. I can make this music, now. You can make reaction. Maybe get some action. Mardi gras, Florida. Orange for a day, now. Orange is the day, now. Orange, like an orange tricycle. (I think so.) We could go swimming ‘round my neighborhood. We’ll fly around to all the rooftops. We’ll burrow into someone’s living room And borrow cups of sugar, ’cause we got the oranges. I have the faintest idea, now. I’ve got the foggiest of notions. I’ll take the feel good medicine. Nothing to it when you got the oranges. I had the blues for a little while. Those blues they didn't get me anywhere. I’d walk a mile for your chamomile And put me down, down 'cause I got the oranges. I am an animal too, now. I've been a-ridden round the race track. Down for the count, but now comin' back, So put me down, sign me up, 'cause I got the oranges. I’ll take the rest of the afternoon. I’ll seize the means of production. I’ve got the music in me spillin' out And anything can happen when you got the oranges.
4.
I burn the flag Every night when I go to bed I burn the flag for you I burn the flag for you, baby I burn the flag In the privacy of my own home It keeps me warm It keeps me bright and warm and home If you were with me now We’d burn it together We’d burn it all through the night Into the dawn’s early light We’d burn, burn, burn The flag of our love Every night when we’d go to bed We’d rally round As smoke got in our eyes Our love is a cathedral spire Across a crowded room We’re shouting Fire! Fire! Fire! We’re shouting Fire! Fire! Fire!
5.
You make me stew, girl You left me here I’m all fed up Now, what am I supposed to do, girl? What’s the sense of leavin’? What’s your pleasure? What ya pleadin’? You’re my main ingredient You’re in the recipe I’m readin’ In the rain is falling down, down Let me tell you’re puttin’ a bee in my bonnet You’re makin’ the doctor go quack You’re hoarding sauce that’s for the gander And now my goose is cooked My between-meal snack Because anywhere on this planet In any old place that you look In all of this meat and potatoes you’re my C H O R U S Flavor packet You’re my flavor packet You taste so good, You make everything else taste worse. Flavor packet You’re my flavor packet You taste so good, You make everything else taste worse It’s up to you, girl Quick as you say, “Giddyup” Won’t you come through, girl? Back and call it even. Let’s make a stew, girl Jump right in and stir it up Let’s make us two, girl On the feast of Stephen I’ll give you the keys to my city I’ll make you the toast of my town I’ll let you wear my cat’s pajamas My cat’s meow My cat’s nightgown Because anywhere on this planet of ours In any old place you happen to look In all of this whatchamacallit, you’re my CHORUS You can try to run But you can’t hide From what’s inside of you. L A S T C H O R U S Flavor packet You’re my flavor packet You taste so good, You make everything else taste worse Flavor packet Be my little my flavor packet Oh, you taste so good, You make everything else taste worse
6.
The title of this rap And the subject of it too I’ll come right out and say it Beat around the bush B-beat around the bush Beat around the bush Now let me reacquaint you With somebody who ain’t you My name in fact is Brian Woodbury And that’s enough of that I’m Elvis with the pelvis You’re priestess with the leastest The goddess in the bodice But the modest is the hottest C H O R U S When shove comes to push You gotta beat around the bush B-beat around the bush Beat around the bush, etc. I don’t just get elated I get quite elongated My day-to-day existence data base is daily raided Till appetite is sated. Don’t mean to be X-rated Till ghost is got And roast is rot And master has been baited CHORUS I don’t get even, I get odd! Now I don’t dial direct, ‘Cause you don’t know what to expect. The house that stands where Jack built Is the one ’e wrecked, Is the one ’e wrecked Is the one ’e… Record broken, I stand corrected Let me get myself collected CHORUS But in the eighties-nineties The ladies where these nighties To keep from housewives bored According to the latest findings Let’s pause a moment for AIDS L A S T C H O R U S When shove comes to push You gotta beat around the bush B-beat around the bush Beat around the bush B-beat around the bush Beat around the bush, bush, bush B-beat around the bush
7.
C H O R U S Quit your job Play hooky Join the unhooked generation Quit your job, quit your job, quit your job Stay home Quit your job You’ll love it Make up your own occupation Use your knob Quit your job ’Cause you’re above it A very many people gonna try to make a living on a nine-to-five They’re typing up or sorting out Or logging on or answering the phone They’re calibrating, packaging, delivering Or working on assembly lines A very many people who would rather sing and dance Don’t sing and dance, Just listen A very many people Gonna try to make a profit off of your mistake Or argue for a point they don’t believe in Just to drive a bargain home Or teach their children how to make believe It makes more sense to make a deal than rob A very many people Who just want to get a better job or any job CHORUS A homeless guy on the subway Asking for money Someone said under his breath “Get a job” But he gave him money anyway Now I don’t work for a living I sit around an office reading And I don’t know about him And I don’t know about him CHORUS L A S T C H O R U S Quit your job, Play hooky Join the unhooked generation Quit your job, quit your job, quit your job Stay home Quit your job You’ll love it Make up your own occupation Use your knob Quit your job And shove it
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I’m one of the million guys in love with you. Run of the mill, unwise as to what to do. And I feel things too corny to be said or felt by me. It‘s you who's branding our love a myth, Whom, notwithstanding, I'm standing with. You’re in as much as you’re out, you're free. And, as such, like such as the likes of me. There’s a treadmill keeping me on your street That keeps me from sweeping you off your feet. For there, therefore, you will go. How I care for you, you know I do. I'm beside myself to make you see, That besides myself it's only me. To describe what is, we decide what was. And it takes one to know one, and no one does. There’s a playground surrounding your whole block. You found me astounding, I pick your lock. It’s on and off, but so often on. And on so, and so on, I will be gone.
9.
I just thought of something that was over my head, Over my head, over my head. I just thought of something that was over my head, That I can't possibly explain it. You may be thinking that I need a replacement, But i've still got my balls. I've got one, I’ve got two And that’s all that I need And that’s all. I got 'em I'm gonna take this up with someone over my head, Over my head, over my head. I’m gonna take this up with someone over my head, That I can‘t possibly explain it. You may be thinking that too bargain basement, But I’ve still got my balls. Got my left one, my right one And not one to spare And that's all. I got 'em! I’ve still got my balls, etc. I just hope you're not gonna hold this over my head, Over my head, over my head. I just hope you‘re not gonna hold this over my head, ’Cause I can't possibly explain. You might have thought I forgot what “In your face” meant. But I've still got my balls. Got my front one, my back one, And not one to grow on. That’s all. I got ’em. GIRL CHORUS: He's still got his balls, etc.
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Lazy Fair 01:38
Lazy Fair Everybody's lazy there. They may tell ya, “Lots of work to do." Let's put it off and go to Lazy Fair. When gets up in the mornin’, He think, what gonna be my job? When a man wakes up in the Lazy Fair, He think, what gonna be my song? O Lordy… Let us bread together, on our knees. Let us break bread together, on our knees. When I fall on my knees, with my face to the rising sun, O Lord, have mercy on me. Lazy Fair (Williamsburg Bridge is falling down) Everybody's lazy there. (Falling down, falling down) They may tell ya, “Lots of work to do." (Williamsburg Bridge is failing down, my fair –) Let's put it off and go to Oh, Lazy Fair.
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There is a new day coming soon. Good old times are returning. Time for the morning afternoon To get a second wind. Soon it will sweep up all the leaves, Gluing them back into the trees. Morning is broken, But now we're gonna fix it. C H O R U S Everything is new under the sun. It's simple and it's true and it's fun. It's simply true and already been done. Everything's new in the sun And everything’s new in the sun And everything’s new in the sun And everything’s new in the sun Sing along with this melody And you’ll find it familiar. Brought from the land across the sea, And yet created here. Up with the music of the spheres, Down to the music of the squares. A new day is coming And everyone is coming. . . along. CHORUS Some have called it New Age. Someone called it New Wave. The future is a fiction, Or maybe it's a fusion. Gone fission in confusion. Some would call it progress, Or taking two steps backwards. Some have called that heresy, Or dare call it conspiracy. I don't care what you call it. Sticks and stones won't break it. Any call will take it. Call it in the air. I call it like l see it. Some see revolution, Others reformation. But it's no great mystery. I would call it history calling you To the old place where everything's new. L A S T C H O R U S Everything is new under the sun. It's simple and it's true and been done. It's simply true and already begun. Everything's new in the sun and everything‘s new in the sun. Everything is new under the sun. Everything is in unison. Sunshine, sunshine, everything is new, etc.
12.
Get Wise 03:20
I could take you all apart, my little one, Or leave you altogether as you are now. You better get wise. But you’re not really that smart, my little one. You can’t pull yourself together if you don't know how. You better get wise. You better get wise. You keep taking chances not worth taking. Now you've got one more that is. C H O R U S Better get wise, get wise, get wise, get wise. Better get wise, get wise, get wise. Better get wise, get wise, between your eyes. Better get wise before your eyes. Before the whole world dies. You can take things all apart, my little world. But putting them together is more profound. You better get wise. And it's not too late to start, my little world. But it’s later than you think if you don’t come around. You better get wise. You‘re gonna get wise. If you want to make it to the future, Learn some lessons from the past. Better get wise, get wise, get wise, get wise It’ll just come as no surprise. Face the truth and stop believing lies. Better get wise, get wise, Gonna get wise, get wise. CHORUS CHORUS Gonna get wise, get wise, get wise, get wise. Gonna get wise, get wise, get wise. Gonna get wise, get wise, between your eyes. Gonna get wise before your eyes. Better get wise, get wise, get wise. Better get wise, get wise. Are you gonna get wise, get wise, get wise, Before the whole world dies?
13.
“What school should Lorelei attend? Should she have a postal worker’s daughter for a friend? Yes, we’ve got an old Aprica stroller we could lend, Or rent, or sell.” While the yuppie parents Are twice concerned To hang on to what they’ve got, And the yuppie tot is not. And the yuppie folks Are hammering tooth and nail claw To get her in the choicest spot. But the yuppie tot is not. And the yuppie tot is not. No, the yuppie tot is not. No, the yuppie tot is not. Nah-ah! She‘s smiling at daisies. Someday, she’ll be using lasers. By the time she’s driving them crazy, Baby, times’ll need a changin’. Oh, now, the yuppie parents Gonna break some neck To see she learns what they forgot. The yuppie tot is not. And the yuppie tot is not. No, the yuppie knot's not taught. And the yuppie tot is not alone.
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She said I’m better in the first place. 'Cause I don't stand in one place. But I’m staying right here in first place. I'm a ten in your one place. You can't get to first base. You're running a cursed race. Even if we reversed place, I'd win in the worst case. 'Cause I'm C H O R U S Better than you in all ways. Better than you will ever know. Better in her eyes too. That’s what she said. (That's what she said.) Better in every single way, but who's counting? So good, in fact, that you can have her I’m a better lover, And I’m a better driver I’m a better manufacturer 'Cause I’ve built a better mousetrap Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah. Etc. Way back from the word go, you got the no go. No two bills, no pass go. You don't know when to go go. Way back, from the beginning till beyond the last inning, your head is spinning from how i keep winning. And when i get tired of watching you iose, I'll give her back to you. But don’t get your hopes up. I doubt that she'll think you’re worth sticking around. 'Cause I'm CHORUS L A S T C H O R U S Better than you in all ways. Better than you will ever know or understand. Better in her eyes too. That’s what she said. (That‘s what she said.) Better in every single way, but who’s counting? Better than her too, so you keep her. You stand, a dope, On your strand of rope. So abandon hope for always.
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Taking the bus to Golden Gate Park Past the flotilla rotunda Cervantes panties where mushrooming, Blushing with pride When the flush left, water was still there Everywhere – out, between, inside Stepped into a church Passed along a jay We waited by Safeway. The Cordon Rouge, Viet food Sky was a solid white hide. Taking the feeling inside F I R S T C H O R U S Living in a dreamstate of California Far-flung ashore with the incoming tide. Thought of that joke when I was back home Is it so far I can’t keep the feeling inside? In a dreamstate of California, Where you always let your subconscious be your guide On the sheer cliff, Mendocino shore On a bright windy blue May daytime Thinking life holds no more what to make of take this fleeting insight. Making a joke of running like poets Joy not decreed or decried And the gusty month of March Blue the kite about the fence To the bay trees, madrone, eucalyptus And the smell of the leaves smarts your ride Taking it fleeing inside S E C O N D C H O R U S Living in a dreamstate of California Does it go for good, or come along for the ride? Should’ve thought of that before I left home But so far, I can’t keep the feeling inside. In a dreamstate of California, Where you always let your subconscious be your guide It’s a little bit funny. (This feeling inside) What kind of inside? (The feeling inside.) What kind of feeling? (The feeling inside.) What is it feeling? (It’s feeling inside.) What side is it on? (The feeling inside.) What is that feeling in? (Feeling inside.) It’s a little bit funny. (This feeling inside) The rounded moonlight on approximate peak At the granite outlooking Tenaya We left a camping mayonnaise jar with a note inside. Then we sang songs, songs to learn, learn again Rain and wind outdoors, flee the inside I later fell in love We were married by a lake And we played in the shade of Topanga But the order gets hard to decide As I walk to the feeling inside FIRST CHORUS SECOND CHORUS You always let your subconscious be your guide You must always let your subconscious be your guide.
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Why’d you have to go And kill yourself tonight? Just as I’s about my love for you to confess I came to ask you on a date Now I’ve eternity to wait And I’ll never, never know if you’d ’a said yes I thought a new day would dawn Instead it turned dusk You blew apart the love I gave Well, eat your heart out in your grave But save me the husk Why’d you have to go And kill yourself tonight? Fifteen minutes from you when you did, Or maybe less But when I reached your old front door You didn’t live there anymore And I’ll never, never know if you’d ’a said yes I thought a new day would dawn Instead it turned dusk You blew apart the love I gave Well, eat your heart out in your grave But save me the husk Why’d you have to go And kill yourself tonight? When my hope for love with you was no more Than a guess Well, I will take it in my stride And consider you my bride But I’ll never, never know if you’d ’a said yes No, I’ll never, never know if you’d ’a said yes No, I’ll never, never know if you’d ’a said yes
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Food Fight 02:49
Now, most people just can't get enough of a good thing. But some people just can't get enough. They don't even wonder how the other half lives. They wonder how their half lives. There's people who will take all that they can get And charge what the market will bear. There's people who will take all that they can get And pay what the market will charge. Now I’m giving any guidelines. I’m just standing on the sidelines. I don't even know if I want to know. And l still don’t know But what I do know is: There’s gonna be a food fight Food fight, A food fight. There's gonna be a food fight Between the land of milk and honey And the land of ain’t got none. Now most people tell you that there‘s no place like home. For some people there's no place like home. And some people spend all their lives earning a buck Some people spend all their lives. Some people haven’t got a thing in the world And sit among their worries all day. Some people haven't got a care in the world And sit among their things all day. I’m not pulling any punches. I'm just saying what my hunch is. I don’t even know if I want to know. And I still know, but what I do know is: There’s gonna be a food fight Food fight, A food fight. There's gonna be a food fight Between those who just don’t get it And those who just don’t get. You might say, “Give me a break." And I‘ll give you a break, Give you a break. Some people can't get a break, And they can't take a break. Now, no one can predict the ending. But something tells me it's impending. I don't even know if I want to know. And I still don't know, but what I do know is There’s gonna be a food fight Food fight, A food fight. There's gonna be a food fight Over who's gonna get to look over, And who'll get overlooked. Over who's gonna get leftovers, And who‘s gonna just get left. Between the land of milk and money And the land of ain’t got none.
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Ecology Now 02:14
Pollution does not stop Easily as it’s forgot. So try to stay on top. Things are gonna change alot. You’re a successful winner yourself. You’ve always been that way. And that's the way you'll stay. You love to have a wonderful time. But there's something that is making you upset and sad. It's the state of the world, state of the world. Pollution is destroying life. You don't know what to do. And nobody likes it, Everybody hates it, And so we must proceed: Ecology now! Ecology is glamorous. Ecology now! And it's for everyone. Ecology now! It's good for the economy. Ecology now! Ecology now! Save endangered species now. Ecology now! Save the dogs and cats. Ecology now! We’re gonna save 'em like we would save string. Ecology now! etc. And so we must succeed. Ecology now! It's time to ban all pesticides. Ecology now! And chlorofluorocarbons. Ecology now! Bring those cans and bottles back to the store. Ecology now! etc. Ecology now! Let's write to all our congressmen. Ecology now! Show mass determination. Ecology now! Start phasing out the automobile. Ecology now! etc. Ecology now! Ecology is glamorous. Ecology now! And it‘s good for everyone. Ecology now! It’ll build a sound economy. Ecology now! Ecology now! Ecology now! Ecology now! Do more now because you've heard this song. You’re going to do more now. Ecology now!
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There’s a great big future behind us That happened before. And there’s a past That sits in the present right here. As bad as things possibly get or they already are, Well, it goes on and on whether we like it or care. C H O R U S Because the night is young, Because the night is young, Because the night is young, It will last all night long Because the stars still shine Standing the test of time Day’s never far behind Let’s be happy and sad while we may Night or day If you made this night last forever I wouldn’t say no To flow through our lives Like a river stays new And sooner or later arrives; Maybe sooner than now. But we sit side by side And we watch it or ignore CHORUS Day belongs to those who sleep Beyond the rising sun Night belongs to dreamers Who don’t want to; therefore: CHORUS

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Brian Woodbury Los Angeles, California

Brian Woodbury is a Los Angeles composer, lyricist and bandleader who writes musicals, post-modern jazz compositions, quirky pop, country songs and music for children's TV.

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