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Buffet Hotel Tracks

  1. Nobody From Nowhere

    I'm nobody from nowhere
    You'd have ever heard of anyway
    Ain't no city way down there
    You could have heard a pin drop
    Any time of day.

    But I'm not sorry
    I'm not sad
    Tho it might take a whole day
    Just to drive down there and visit
    Not to worry
    Not too bad
    Nothin much to do
    But that ain't such a hardship really is it?
    When you're waiting for a car to drive by
    Just so you can wave "Hello" "Hello" "Hello"
    Staring at a starry night sky
    Dreaming up some place to go, to go, to go

    'til that day comes
    I'll be here
    alone without a care
    Nobody, nobody from nowhere.

    I'm nobody from nowhere
    You'd have ever heard of anyhow
    Ain't no reason
    You should care
    There's a P. O. box and a 4-way stop
    farms and fields and cows
    We're just waiting for a car to drive by
    Just so you can wave hello hello hello hello
    Staring at a starry night sky
    Dreaming up some place to go, to go, to go, to go

    'til that day comes
    I'll be there
    alone without a care
    Nobody, nobody from nowhere.

    Ahh, we're Waiting for a car to drive by
    Just so I can wave hello... hello... hello... hello.
    Staring at a starry night sky
    Dreaming of some place to go to go to go
    'til that day comes
    I'll be there
    alone without a care
    Nobody, nobody from nowhere
    Nobody, nobody from nowhere

  2. I've been up around the stratosphere
    At thirty-one thousand feet
    I'm gonna fly on out of here
    On wings that you can't see
    If you're gonna fly high without fear
    You're gonna have to learn to love the atmosphere
    And you gotta learn to use those wings
    You can't see.

    I've been treading on the mountains of the moon
    on a weekend wind
    I've been lookin out for life on Mars
    Ground control to Major Jim.
    All these things could be yours too
    If you just take another point of view
    Everybody's got a pair of wings
    They can't see.

    I've got wings ... that you can't see
    I have wheels on my feet
    Way up high
    I feel free
    On these wings you can't see.

    I don't need no runway
    I've got fuel here in my bong
    I can buzz the treetop flyer
    Level all day long
    Now I'm looking down on tiny cars
    Tiny swimmers in the water and tiny beach bars
    And all because of these wings
    You can't see

    I've got wings ... that you can't see
    I have wheels on my feet
    Way up high
    I feel free
    On these wings you can't see.

    And maybe if you open up your mind
    You might learn some things.
    God only knows what you might find
    Floatin' on those wings.
    You can try to fly away from all your problems
    I'm here to say that ain't the way to solve them
    I can only help you with your wings you can't see

    We have wings ... that we can't see
    We have wheels on our feet
    Way up high
    We'll be free
    On these wings we can't see.

    You have wings
    Look and see
    Silver wings
    Like Merle and me
    Come on up
    To cloud 9-B
    Come on take a little taste of freedom
    High up in the cloud-lined kingdom
    Take a little trip on wings
    That you can't see

  3. Big Top

    Just like Santa, I come around once a year
    Time to break out all of your party gear
    There'll be a jump up out on the lawn
    Just look for those fins
    Singin' along with your favorites once again.

    Walkin' this tumultuous tight rope ain't no sweat
    Nowhere else I'd rather be, you can bet
    Workin without a net might seem severe
    But if I fall I know it will appear.

    And it's a big time under the big top
    There's nothin' wrong with that
    Rhumba-ing in my flipfops
    I'm an assessory in front of the pack
    Come on baby, let's rock
    The circus has come to town
    It's a big time under the big top
    Don't you just love the sound.

    Fortune tellers full of gossip and news
    The tattoo man is wearing his points of view
    Under the big top's where we all belong
    Just a good vibe crowd happen to sing along

    And it's a big time under the big top
    Ain't nothing wrong with that
    Dancing the part in my flipfops
    Watching this three ring act
    Come on baby, let's rock
    The circus has come to town
    It's a big time under the big top
    Don't you love to move around?

    Just like Santa I come around once a year
    HO HO HO
    Time to break out all of your party gear
    There'll be a jump up out on the lawn
    Just look for those fins
    Left right left
    Singing along with your favorites once again.

    And it's a big time under the big top
    Ain't noting wrong with that
    Rhumba-ing in my flipflops
    Watching this three-ring act
    Come on baby, let's rock
    The circus has come to town
    It's a big time under the big top
    Don't you just love the sound?
    Love the sound
    Move around

    Da da da da da
    Da da da da da

  4. Beautiful Swimmers

    Marilyn Monroe did a night shoot in a pool
    Posing naked for a Playboy spread,
    She was old, but she still was cool
    When they wrapped right after midnight
    and the crew went to the bar
    Norma Jean just did the backstroke
    Like she was reachin' for a falling star.

    Beautiful swimmers
    Know how to move
    Slidin' 'cross the water like a steel guitar
    Beautiful swimmers, stay in the groove
    Riding constant currents, near and far.

    Standing in a tidal pool just East of Baltimore Watching little blue crabs
    Navigate the Eastern Shore
    Every bayou, stream, and river
    In time runs to the sea
    Every tadpole,flounder,and softshell
    Feels the choreography.

    Beautiful swimmers
    They know how to move
    Sneakin' past the draggers and the oyster bars
    Beautiful swimmers just feel the groove
    Painting liquid brush strokes like Renoir.

    I miss my dorsal fin
    I can't explain
    I'm a big fish out of water
    Dwelling on the coastal plain.

    Now if I was as rich as the Aga Khan
    I'd tell you what I would do
    Buy every man, woman and child on this planet
    A mask and a snorkel too
    Then I'd lead that wild migration
    Destination Waimea Bay
    Then we'd splash our way around the world
    Life is just a water ballet

    Come on you
    Beautiful swimmers
    You know how to move
    Let's glide across the water like a steel guitar
    Beautiful swimmers
    Stay in the groove
    Catching constant currents near and far.

  5. Turn Up The Heat And Chill The Rosé

    Up around the pole,
    Where the penquin patrol
    And the scientific gang
    Need a cozy place to hang
    There's a party in the makin'
    And the igloos are a shakin'
    At the top of the world today.

    Six months of dark's a bummer
    So they invent a little summer
    It doesn't take much
    Just a decorator's touch
    In a tropical state of mind
    And of course you add some wine
    And that's when it's time to play.

    So turn up the heat
    And chill the rose
    Take off your UGGS
    And let your metatarsals play
    Eventhough the South of France
    Is 10,000 miles away
    You can turn up the heat
    And chill the rosé.

    Yeah yeah hey
    Yeah yeah hey
    yeah yeah yeah

    The grapes out on the ocean
    Gonna feel some kind of motion
    You don't want that pink wine bruisin'
    When that juice boat starts cruisin'
    You need some imagination
    To deal with temperature fluctuation
    Nobody wants to get burned.

    I don't wanna be the last
    And I'm surely not the first
    But out in the Sahara
    A man could die of thirst
    So before I left for Africa
    I planned for that mistaica
    took rose from Porquerolles'
    And coffee from Jamaica

    So Turn up the heat
    Chill the rose
    Stretch out on the beach
    And let your metatarsals play
    Eventhough Le Select
    Is 10,000 miles away
    You'll survive the desert heat
    If you chill the rosé.

    No matter if your North
    Or South of the Equator
    You can pour it over ice
    Or right from the 'frigerator
    It's a message in a bottle
    A tool to be cool
    Cool cool cool...
    Cool cool...

    Now you know that outerspace
    Is a very frigid place
    There's nothing to sustain us
    On the way out past Uranus
    IF we're gonna ride these rockets
    We need protein in our pockets
    And a little wine for the ride.

    So if you're looking for adventure
    Don't forget about thirst quenchers
    Life can be a banana split
    It can also turn to shit
    And if you're out of tweeter range
    And the landscape's gettin' strange
    Here's my advice to you...

    Turn up the heat
    and chill the rose
    Take off your UGGS
    And let your metatarsals play
    Eventhough La Bete Nazelles???
    Is 10,000 miles away
    You'll survice the summer heat
    If you chill the rosé

    yeah Yeah hey
    yeah yeah yeah
    yeah hey hey

    So turn up the heat
    And Chill the rose
    Stretch out on the beach
    And let your metatarsals play
    Eventhough the ocean's closin
    And there's mountains of sorbet??
    We'll survive this global warmin'
    If we chill the rose

    yeah hey hey
    Yeah yeah yeah
    Yeah yeah
    Rosé!!

  6. Summerzcool

    You messed up, you read the paper
    You accidentally watched the news
    You inadvertently find yourself
    In the vicinity of the blues

    Bust your ass to get the good life
    You make a habit out of overtime
    When the big report card comes
    Your priorities are way out of line

    You need to go to summer school
    Get to the beach or at least in the pool
    Time to go to summer school
    Remember what is and what is not cool

    Time out for (time out) bad behavior
    Time off, you've been under the gun
    High time somebody told you
    It's time to let those puppies run

    What's up with this recession?
    I refuse to participate
    The answer to your burning question
    Is dancing on your tailgate

    It's time to go to summer school
    Remember what is and is not cool
    Oh, summer school
    There is a time and a place to act like a fool
    At summer school
    Get your ass to a beach or at least to a pool
    At summer school
    Know when to keep and to break all the rules

    Beer 101.
    Sex 102.
    Tune it in, turn it out
    That's what I'm talking about

    It's time to go to summer school
    The courses are easy and there are no rules
    At summer school
    Remember what is and is not cool
    You need to stay in summer school
    This is the time and a place to act like a fool
    Oh, summer school
    Just know when to keep or break all the rules.

  7. Rhumba Man

    Well I'm the same old guy that I used to be
    I haven't changed at all
    I got the same old walk the same old talk
    That can drive you up the wall
    I got the same old face, same old smile and
    And them same old baby blues
    And I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
    So I'm still the man for you

    Cause I'm still doing the rhumba baby
    I can't seem to quit
    my mama catches us doing the rhumba
    Mama would just pitch a fit
    I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me
    If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me

    Well There are lots of guys on the floor tonight
    With a lot slicker steps than me
    They do the fins to the left fins to the right
    Everyone could see
    Now my step might be old fashioned
    But that's alright with me
    Cause I got a couple of rhumba steps
    That you might like to see

    I'm still doing the rhumba baby
    I can't seem to quit
    my mama catches us doing the rhumba
    Mama would just pitch a fit
    I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me
    If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me

    Now I don't lie
    I'm the same old guy
    I haven't changed at all
    I got the same old promenade
    The same old talk
    That can run you up the wall
    I got the same old face, I got the same old smile
    I got the same old baby blues
    Hey I'm still doin' the rhumba, baby
    I'm still the man for you.

    I'm still doing the rhumba baby
    I can't seem to quit
    my mama catches us doing the rhumba
    Mama would just pitch a fit
    I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me
    If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me

    I'm still doing the rhumba baby
    I can't seem to quit
    My mama catches us doing the rhumba
    Mama would just pitch a fit
    I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me
    If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me.

    Hey
    If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me.
    If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me.
    Yes, Indeed
    If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me.

  8. We Learned To Be Cool From You

    Friend, friend? we're at it again
    Blastin off for Timbuktu
    I said it before, I say it again
    We learned to be cool from you

    Hey lady, in the Mermaid Cafe
    Bathed in a spotlight of blue
    Singing those Sarah Vaughan songs until dawn
    We learned to be cool from you.

    Maybe I can parle a little Francais
    Maybe I can even write a whole page a day
    Do a crossword puzzle in a minute or two
    But I learned to be cool from you.

    Hey Mr Mustache, look what we've done
    lived longer than we thought we could do
    Through all of the games and all of our fame
    We learned to stay cool from you
    Hey there, Leonard and Willie on the stage
    Still singing your songs pure and true
    Who would have thought that time could be bought
    We learned to stay cool from you

    Maybe I can parle a little Francais
    Maybe I can even write a whole page a day
    Do a crossword puzzle in a minute or two
    But I learned to be cool from you.

    You said it's more about music and less about fame
    You taught us it's ok to play without shame
    It's more about life than the right thing to do
    Hang on to the hullabaloo.

    Hey Captain Walter, starin' for the stars
    Always knowing that your vision was true
    It was your sign-off note that kept us afloat
    We learned to be cool from you.

    Maybe I can parle beaucoup Francais
    Maybe I can still write a whole page a day
    Do a crossword puzzle in a second or two
    But I learned to be cool from you.
    I learned to be cool from you.

  9. Surfing In A Hurricane

    I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
    I feel like makin' love in the pourin' rain
    I ain't afraid of dyin'
    I don't need to explain
    I feel like goin' surfing in a hurricane.

    We left the bar last night about half past eight
    Down to the Alabama shore, not the Aloha state
    This storm may turn, it was too late
    And we ain't the kind to evacuate
    The impact zone is callin' out my name

    Sea monster night pulling nothing but pride or fear
    St Christopher might not get our asses outta here
    Flooded roads and trailer parks
    And maybe a tornado lurkin' in the dark
    The perfect life to ride into eternity

    I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
    I feel like makin' love in the pouring rain
    I ain't afraid of dyin'
    I don't need to explain
    I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane.

    The waves were hard, the seas were high
    Wicked thunderbolts flashed in my eyes
    We swam out to the sandbar in the dark
    Howling at the moon, cussin' at the sharks

    I made the first drop and my cojones were in my throat
    Then the second wave launched me like a rocket
    That's all she wrote
    Upside down, water on the brain
    End on the bottom, but feelin' no pain
    Screamin' like a deamon, paddlin' out again

    I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
    I feel like makin' love in the pourin' rain
    I ain't afraid of dyin'
    There's no need to explain
    I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane

    I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
    I feel like makin' love in the pourin' rain
    I ain't afraid of dyin'
    I got no fear in my brain
    I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane

    I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane

    Let's paddle out boys
    Killer surf ...and I mean killer
    Let's go!

    Surfin' in a hurricane
    Surfin' in a hurricane

  10. Life Short Call Now

    Billboards promise paradise
    And tattoos "done while you wait"
    Possible futures all laid out
    On the sweeping curve of the interstate
    On the sweeping curve of the interstate

    Got no city, got no land
    Got no lover, got no wife
    How many ways to say goodbye
    Can one man fit in a nomad life?
    Can one man fit in a nomad life?

    Life short-call now
    Life Short-call now
    Life short-call now
    Life short-call now.

    Lone car waves, then it wanes
    Leaves only voices in the hall
    And in the room next door to mine
    The bed is banging on the wall
    The bed is banging on the wall.

    You've no idea how I long
    For even one loving caress
    For you to step into my heart
    Without deception or duress
    Without deception or duress

    Life short-call now
    Life short-call now
    Life Short-call now
    Life short-call now.

  11. Buffet Hotel

    Well the train slipped in to the station
    A worn out steel blue soul
    A relic from colonial days
    When the French were still in control

    It's an outpost in transition
    Where the faithful in the bar
    Know from the whistle and the squeekin' wheel
    That the next stop is Dakar

    Talk on the radio Talk on the Street
    Talk of men with money loco from the heat
    Talk about the rail band
    Pickin up the beat
    We left that crazy union
    With the headlights on the jeep

    And there's history on that jukebox
    Where the spies and scoundrels dwell
    It was the place to go
    In Bamako
    Di-rec-cion Buffet Hotel
    Di rec cion Buffet Hotel

    Now we're lost in the Sahara
    For hours north of Tombouctou
    Looking for a nomad who knows
    Or maybe some wandering Jew

    And we heard that Taurog combo?
    We had come so very far
    And we were welcomed out of history
    By the wind, sand and the stars.

    Sand in the couscous
    Sand in the wine
    There was sand in my guitar case
    And stories in my mind
    Machine guns on the hilltop
    Camels in my tent
    Buried in a sandstorm
    As the music came and went

    Well we crawled out of that desert
    And the storm erased our tracks
    The Sahara showed her heart to us
    And then she took it back

    Well we made it back to Bamako
    Before that last call bell
    We bought rounds for all our newfound friends
    WE owned Buffet Hotel
    Laissez les bon temps rouler
    Tout le monde

    I recall dipomats
    And hookers
    I saw strangers diggin' wells
    And for that one great night in Bamako
    We owned Buffet Hotel.

  12. A Lot To Drink About

    Hey, have you noticed that the world has changed
    That world is all bad
    I think it's time for a song about that.

    Up on the East side of Manhattan,
    They're still dancing with the stars.
    While over in sub prime city,
    It's getting ugly in the local bars
    Watching the news only gives me the blues
    There's too much going wrong.
    It takes the likes of me to hit the reboot key
    and write a high speed drinking song.

    Millionaires losin' everything.
    Hey, welcome to the other side of life!
    There goes the yacht, there goes the Rolls,
    But, you get to keep your wife!
    And don't forget the automakers
    swimming up stream like a trout.
    They let the shit the fan
    and then they made a plan
    We've got a- a lot to drink about.

    It's the price of oil,
    the war of the spoils.
    Where's your bucket for the big bailout?
    Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
    We've got a lot to drink about.

    Now, Madoff made off with all the money.
    And his clients are down to skunk weed.
    Repeat after me, it's so easy to see
    We're only talking simple greed.
    And those Somalian pirates are counting all their gold.
    While Bush and Cheney ain't around
    and all the good lookers seem to be Russian hookers
    from Key West to London town.

    It's the price of oil,
    war of the spoils.
    Here's your bucket for the big bailout?
    Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
    We've got a lot to drink about.

    So pour me some Tennessee whiskey,
    pour me a fine Jamaican rum.
    That loud mouth soup
    can get ya kind of looped
    Tequila, of course I'll have some!

    Well the family devalues
    and little children count their net worth
    and the truth wherever it's hiding,
    can't be found on Google Earth.
    Citibank's buying jets with our money.
    I wanna flog ‘em with a buggy whip.
    Let's hope Barack and Joe won't let the volcano blow
    and patch the hole in our sinking ship.

    There's the price of oil,
    the war of the spoils.
    Here's your bucket for the big bailout?
    Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
    We've got a lot to drink about.

    Recession, Opression, Depression good God
    CNN keeps bummin' me out.
    I can't take another doomsday minute.
    Got a lot to drink, a lot to think,
    a lot to drink about.

    God bless America.