Buffet Hotel

Dec 08, 2009

Nobody From Nowhere

Lyrics

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
Wings

Lyrics

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
Big Top

Lyrics

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
Beautiful Swimmers

Lyrics

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.
Turn Up The Heat And Chill The Rosé

Lyrics

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!!
Summerzcool

Lyrics

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.
Rhumba Man

Lyrics

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.
We Learned To Be Cool From You

Lyrics

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.
Surfing In A Hurricane

Lyrics

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
Life Short Call Now

Lyrics

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.
Buffet Hotel

Lyrics

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.
A Lot To Drink About

Lyrics

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.

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