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The sun is setting behind West Philly. A sweet moon on the rise.
Come down from the school roof, Lori. It’s my favorite time.
Emilio’s Mojitos are my specialty
I’ll make you Mohitos, if you will watch the Phils with me…
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2. |
Phillies (We Love You)
03:47
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You’re the pride of our great city, South Philly to K&A
We’ve been beaten, battered & bruised but we will have our day.
We may boo Atlanta and throw snow balls at Santa
But Phillies we love you.
All across this city where the mighty Schuykill flows
We will tune in Harry Kalas on our radios
We may have our lumps, but we’ll beat all those chumps
Phillies we love you.
Coach says to become the champ we gotta beat them all
We will make the others tremble, make the mighty fall.
They will hear us shout it: “Forget about it!”
Phillies, we love you!
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From the album 'The Late Bloom' - 2009
Young Lions (c.g.cooper)
| Am - - - | Dm - - - | Am - - - | Em - - - |
Young Lions, Philadelphia’s calling you.
Young Lions, Philly’s missing you.
Whether you be in Boston getting your education
Or running around the Ashokan like… a madman
Young Lions, Philly missing you.
Young Lions, your Mother’s calling you.
Young Lions, no other love’s so true
Be careful on your skateboard, you might come home with stitches
You must talk to your brother him getting too bit for his britches
Young Lions, your Mother’s missing you.
| Am - - - | Dm - - - | Am - - - | Em - - - |
| Am - - - | Dm - - - | Am - - - | Em - - - |
| Am - - - | Dm - - - | Am - - - | Em - - - |
| Dm - - - | Em - - - | F - - - | G - - - |
I loved you when no bigger then a twinkle in Mama’s eye
I watched you grow I watch you go as you wonder far and wide
As you grow, as you go you must know right from wrong.
El preblo unido jamas serva vencido
Venceremos, mis hijos, be strong!
Young Lions, you Father calling you.
Young Lions, your Father’s missing you
I am so proud of you, you’ve grown so big and strong.
Though I know that you must go don’t be too long.
Young Lions, your Father missing you.
Young Lions… young Lions…
… your Father’s Calling you … your Mother’s calling you.
… Philly missing you. … Philadelphia’s calling you.
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Intro: | F - - - | - C - - | F - - - | G - - - | F - - - | G - - - | F - - - | - - - - |
| Dm - - - | F - - - | Dm - - - | C - - - |Dm - - - | F - - - | Dm - - - | F – G - |
| Dm - - - | F - - - | Dm - - - | C - - - |Dm - - - | Em - - - | F - - - | G - - - |
Mitakuye oyasin, we say a prayer for you.
Waken Tanka, Great Mystery, humbly we seek the strength to do
What we believe in, know inside.
Never to weaken, run or hide. For…(cho.)
Cho: | F - - - | - C - - | F - - - | G - - -| F - - - | Em - - - | Dm - - - | F – G - |
| F - - - | - C - - | F - - - | G - - -| F - - - | G- - - | F - - - | - - - - |
We are warriors! Feel our might!
We who are loyal to our brother and won’t give up the fight.
We are fearless, brave and true. We will follow you!
From Leavenworth to Lewisburg they’ve tried to silence you.
From the grassland of Dakota to every road and street we’ll rise and do
What ever’s needed to carry this load,
To walk this path, this good red road. For… (cho.)
Bridge: | Em - - - | Am - - - | Em - - - | Am - - - | Dm - - - | Em - - - | F - - - | G - - - |
|The Black Hills are still weeping, The Black Hills are still strong.
Through hopes and tears these 30 years we sing you your Honor Song
Solo over chorus
Remember Oglala. Remember Wounded Knee.
Through troubles, through weakness, through doubt, through uncertainty
We will triumph, we’ll have our day!
Tiocfaidh Ar La! Hoka hay! (cho.)
Coda: | F - - - | G- - - | F - - - | - - - - | - - - - | - - - - | C - - - |
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5. |
Move On
02:56
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| A - - - | F - - - | G - - - | A - - - | - - - - | F - - - | G - - - | D - - - |
I'm on a mission! I got something to say
We've got to get up and move on today
We've got to get rolling, there is no time to loose
You can feel defeated, or you can choose to…
|A - - - |F - - - |G - - - | A - - - | - - - - | F - - - | G - - - | A - - - | - - - - |
Cho. Move on! Move on!
We will do the right thing, we will walk that line.
Move on! Move on! Cause it's Move On time!
In the great state of New Jersey
I have been to the sea
I have felt the mighty ocean wash over me
I have stood on the shore. I have looked to the sky.
I have hoped in my heart that you and I will…(Cho.)
|F - - -|Dm - - - |Em - - -|- - - - |F - - -|Dm - - -|Em - - - |G- - - |- - - -|
Bridge: Believe me) when I tell you we are not alone
We're not the only one
Betrayed by our leaders who must atone
For the damage that they have done.
All the way from Pittsburg I am hearing the sound
From the Allegheny forest to the streets of Germantown
From the closed steal mill to the empty coal mine
The State of Pennsylvania has voted this time to… (Cho.)
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6. |
Free The Proles
04:24
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© Cooper / Sanders © 1984
| C - - - | G - - - | F - - - | - - - - |
Alarm radio cuts apart my dreams on Monday morning
As I leave your side for the start of a working day
I stumble in the shower and wash off your lingering warmth
As I comb my hair I brush your love away
At six I'm in the kitchen with another cup of coffee
Thinking 'bout the end of our weekend bliss
As I struggle through another day out trying to makle a living
All I have is the memory of your kiss
Free the Proles!
Walk out that door and face the hustle of the city
Catch the bus, go downtown on the subway
I try to think of you as I find a place to stand
And I hold onto what you had to say.
You say "Baby why we work so hard to give away our time?
What will we do to get our daily pay
Our we working for ourselves or making profits for another
Can this be all or is there a better way."
Free the Proles!
The work noise fills my mind I can hardly hear your voice
As I watch the clock the 2nd hand's a snail
I put together parts of a whole I know not of
Is this a job or is this a daytime jail
When I finally make it home it seems years since I've been here
It takes forever to forget the pain
I'd melt into your arms. I would open up my heart
If I didn't have to go to work again… no... no… no…
Free the Proles!
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7. |
Christmas Time Baby
04:32
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© C.G. Cooper 10/87
Intro: | E - - - | F#m - - - | A - - - | B - - - | ("Jingle Bells" melody underneath)
| E - - - | A - - - | E - - - | A - - - |
It's Christmas Time, baby, carolers coming 'round
| E - - - | F#m - - - | A - - - | B - - - |
Wishing I was in your arms Bur you're in some other town
| C#m - - - | A - - - | E - - - | A - - - |
Las Vegas was the flame that lured you moth-like to its glow
| F#m - - - | G#m - - - | A - - - | B - - - |
I'm singing you this song 'cause there is something you must know
| A - - - | B - - - | E - - - | A - - - |
Cho. Please come home for Christmas, I'm begging on my knees
| F#m - - - | G#m - - - | A - - - | B - - - |
How I miss your tender kiss, have mercy on me please
| A - - - | B - - - | E - - - | A - - - |
Joy is all around me but I'm hopelessly blue
| F#m - - - | G#m - - - | A - - - | B - - - | E - - - | F#m - - - | A - - - | B - - - |
All I want for Christmas, baby, is you. Baby, baby it's you…
Through winter streets I wonder. I can't feel the cold.
Memories keep burning like embers in my soul
I fear I'll walk forever this loneliness won't end
'Till you're in my arms again and whisper I'm your man (Cho.)
(Solo over verse)
Bridge (this bridge progression was changed 2/08)
|G# - - - | C# - - - | A - - - | E - - - |
I know money's been tight and my music never pays, but this
| F#m - - - | G#m - - - | A - - - | B - - - |
Salvation Army gig is good through New Year's Day! So… (Cho.)
Coda: | E - - - | F#m - - - | A - B - | E7 | ("Old Ang Syne" melody)
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8. |
Day Work Blues
04:33
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From "Live In Philly" (2002)
Recorded at the Mermaid Inn
'Day work Blues'
c. g. cooper
|Am7 - - - | - - Bm7 - |
I work all day cleaning other folks homes 'till
I'm too damm tired to clean my own
I work for what might be decent pay 'till
The agency man takes his cut away
|CM7 - - - |Em7 - - - - |Am7 - - - |Cm7 (bass notes E G A |
Sometimes I get sick of paying dues, I got the day work blues.
A bus ride home to my neighborhood,
I see my folks, they start to make me feel good
But abandoned homes where my friends once lived
Are telling me that soon something's got to give
Got to give, got to break, got to find a way to shake these day work blues
Solo over one verse
When it's time to take my rest
I hope I'll say I tried my best
I'd never take more then I'd give
And that the world's a little better for my having lived
I had good friends stand by my side, and I somehow survived the day work blues
Coda: ( transitional chords fall on "4" "and" )
| Am7 - - - | - - Bm7 Cm7 Bm7 | Bbm7 - - - | - - - Bm7 Bbm7 |
…Day work blues
|Am7 - - - | Bm7 (bass notes E G A | Am7 ||
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9. |
E-Beth
04:35
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From "EP" (2000)
© C. G. Cooper 7/97
| Bm - - - | E - - | C#m - - - | D - - |
All satin smile and brunette charm
| Bm - - - | E - - | D - - | A -- - |
And admiring friends to protect you from harm
| Bm - - - | E - - | C#m - - - | D - - |
The wonder of your dancing feet
|Bm - - - | C#m - - - | D - - | E - - |
Brings such joy to 7th Street
| D - - | E - - | C#m - - - | D - - |
Cho. So E-Beth dance, E-Beth twirl
|Bm - - - | C#m- - - | D - - | E - - |
Your Mama's inspiration, your Daddy's Little Girl
| D - - | E - - | C#m - - - | D - - |
I've watched you dance, I've loved you from the start
| Bm- - - | E - - | A -- - |
You danced your way into my heart
You have a way of making me appreciate life,
And that is the absolute truth, Ruth
The party never starts 'till you walk in the door,
The joint comes alive when you arrive (Cho.)
Bridge.
| F - - - | Em - - - | Dm - - - | - - - |
You spread such magic when you dance
| F - - - | Em - - - | Dm - - - | C - - - |
Like fairy dust was all around
| F - - - | Em - - - | Dm - - - | - - - |
Like Peter and Wendy I could almost fly
|Bm - - - | C#m7 - - - | D - - | E - - |
Fly so high up into the sky
May sorrow never darken your door
May rough times leave and come 'round no more
May you have joy, enough to share
May you allow me to always be there (cho.) Printed 11/20/02
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Trinity Cocktail
02:48
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| Fm7 - - - | - - - Gm7 |
A new day's dawned, a sight to see, No more co-counseling or therapy
My mid-life crisis has been licked
My unit is ready and my hair is thick
A new cocktail I made myself
From my medicine cabinet shelf
I've have cured what's ailing me
Better living through chemistry
Cho. | Db - Eb -|
My Trinity Cocktail does the trick
My unit is ready and my hair is thick
The middle aged way to get my kicks
(Pause for one measure..)
| Ab - Bb - |
It's a Prosac, Viagra, and Rogaine mix.
Mature enough to be the Father, virile enough to be the Son
Not really a Holy Ghost… much more like a wicked one
The Trinity, is what I call it from my mighty shelf
A force of nature in my pocket A miracle man like Christ himself
Please don't me crowd me, get it line! Magnanimously I'll spare some time
But take a # if you want to be sure of my autograph at the back stage door
Check me out, I'm back on stage! Competing with kids 1/3rd my age
Bring on The Hansons! I'll show 'em some tricks ….
With my Prosac, Viagra, and Rogaine mix.
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11. |
Power Surge
02:35
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| D - - -| - - - - | C - - - | - - - - |
I feel a burnin', my temperature's hot, Don't understand this feeling I got,
| G - - - | - - - - | D - - - | Bb - C - |
I start to loose all self control...POWER SURGE rippin thru my soul!
My pulse is throbbin', my palms are damp, I feel like I might over amp.
Awesome feelin like to rip me apart. Power surge going straight to my heart.
| Bb - - - | C - - - | D - - - | - - - - |
Cho: I won't give in to an anxiety attack.
| Bb - - - | C - - - | D - - - | - - - - |
I'm overloaded, there's no turning back.
| Bb - - - | C - - - | D - - - | - - - - |
This might be love, I hope that it is...
| Bb - - - | C - _ _ | D - - - | - - Bb C |
POWER SURGE, when I kiss your lips!
Power surging through my every vein, Every time I hear your name.
The way you move just drives me wild, Lord Have Mercy, this is rough on me child!
I start to tremble like my hands are on fire, Thoughts of you trigger vast desire,
My mind is screaming, I might burst into flame...power surge like to drive me insane! …(Chorus)
Come our of Chorus and modulate ½ step:
( | - - Bb C |)
| B - - -| C# - - - |D# - - - | - - - - | B - - -| C# - - - |D# - - - | - - - -|
| B - - -| C# - - - |D# - - - | - - - - | B - - -| C# - - - |D# - - - | - - - -|
It's a power surge When I kiss your lips
| B - - -| C# - - - |D# - - - | - - - - | B - - -| C# - _ _ |D - - - | - - - - | D# - _ _ ||
It's a power surge When I kiss your lips It's a power surge
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12. |
Respect Your Mother
03:54
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| A - - - | G - - - | Bm - - - | D - - - | A - - - | G - - - | Bm - - - | D - - - |
| A - - - | G - Bm - | A - - - | Em - D - | A - - - | G - Bm - | A - - - | Em - D G |
Cho: | A - Asus A | G - Gsus G | A - Asus A| Em - D - |
| A - Asus A | G - Gsus G | A - - - | - - - G |
Woke up today , I was feeling too down,
To stick around here in Philly Town
Where the only wild life is some mangy pigeon
I made my way to the Ben Franklin Bridge
And headed East, to the Beach to forget my cares
But there were hypodermic needles lying everywhere...
I never did make it to the water today
There were these dead dolphins lying in the way, and we're...
cho. All riding in one big hearst, We got to get out and put Earth first
We got to heal her cause there ain't no other
Come on Dude, RESPECT YOUR MOTHER!
I got desperate to soothe my soul, I headed down to the South Pole,
But what a surprise was there for me... A great big hole where the ozone used to be...
I thought of heading West to some desert sands
But there we're strip minimg Navajo Sacred Lands
And all our rain forests are being cut back
To manufacture meet for a Big Mack Attack, and we're... (cho.)
Doom & Gloom, it's a sorry state, It don't look good when I ponder my fate...
Concrete covers what was once green lands And I'm ass deap in Budwiser cans!
We won't have to wonder what it was we did
When we give birth to some mutant kid,
Who says to us, "Daddy, hand your head in shame...
Koyanaskatsi(*) is the name of this game!" and we're... (cho.)
* Koyanaskatsi is Hopi word which means "life out of balance"; it is also the name of a movie featuring the music of Philip Glass.
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13. |
Polit Rock
03:11
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From '1984' - The Proles
'Polit-Rock' (c) Sanders / Cooper
| A - - - | - - - - | - - - - | C - D - | (2X
| D _ _ _ | D _ _ _ | D _ _ _ | D _ _ _ |
| A - - - | - - - - | - - - - | C - D - |
| A - - - | C - - - | D - - - | (pause) |
When the fire in my heart starts to rip my world apart and
The feeling that flows ain't too pretty
Something burning deep inside gets impossible to hide
There's no place I can go in this whole city
To try and stop the awful shock It gets me reeling. I get this feeling
My brains starts aching and my hands start shaking
I don't want to play the cards that they're dealing.
Cho. Ya gotta give it to me, ya gotta give it to me.
YA GOTTA GIVE IT TO ME! Polit Rock!
Sometimes I could just throw up when I work in this fast food joint
I'd like to whip it to the whopper, stick it to the pickle
'till the get my point.
They treat me like a kid. The lowest bid,
I bitch and moan like any drone
Until the day I'll get my way
And drag the Burger King from his thrown (Cho.)
We're gonna funk the punk in Manayunk they'll dance until they're silly
When the bass starts poppin' in Conshohocken
They'll hear us in South Philly
We'll rock our way to K&A. We'll scream and shout. We'll kick it out.
We're gonna rip we're gonna riot 'till there ain't no quiet
Gonna rock out this whole joint. (Cho.)
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14. |
Judge A Country
05:16
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© Cooper / Sanders © 1984
| A - - - | G - - - | Bm - - - | A - - - |
| A - - - | G - - - | Bm - - - | D- - - |
| A - - - | G - - - | Bm - - - | A - - - |
| A - - - | C - - - | D - - - | A - - - | G - - - | A - - - ||
You say this is the land of opportunity
Talk about individuality
You got a big flag that says "Don't tread on me"
But what't that got to do with the likes of me and all the... (Cho)
Chorus:
Young people at the birth of life
Poor people in the pit of life
Old people at the end of life
That's how you judge a country!
You can be anyone take your pick
Even the president if you're slick
Like Ronald and Lyndon and Gerald and Dick
Unless you're hungry, himeless and sick like all the...
You don't care about use when we're in school
Unless we learn to play by your rules
We're not learning nothin' we're nobody's fool
We're just being trained to be a reich man's tool
You say I complain with no solution
Of poverty,war and polution
Some of us are coiming to a comclusion
We're just gonna have to make a revolution
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D Major:
Verse 1
| D --- | ---- | Em ---| ---- | G --- | ---- | Em --- | A ----|
| F#m --- | ---- | Em --- | ---- | G --- | ---- | Em --- | A ----|
There are trees on my street and a garden with bamboo
Lots of musicians and a ballerina too
There's a minister to help you with your wedding vows
Authors and an arborist, they're all my pals
Cho.
| D --- | ---- | Em ---| ---- | G --- | ---- | Em --- | A --- |
| D --- | ---- | Em --- | ---- | G --- | A --- | G --- | D --- | D --- |
My neighborhood's a place where friends watch out for you
When your hopes are busted and your dreams don't come through
If you should see me stumble please help me to my feet
And send me on my way to Johnson Street
Verse 2
It's the kind of street where you might get kissed and hugged
Right around the corner is where I got mugged
So be careful where you wonder, be careful where you roam
Always make sure you can find your way home
Bridge
| G --- | ---- | F#m --- | ---- | Em --- | ---- | G --- | A ---| A ---|
Life on this city street is such a sweet scene
So why you gotta talk about moving, Christine?
Solo (verse chords + | A ----| )
Verse 3
Let's be friends forever whatever we do
You'll count on me and I'll count on you
We'll hang out together and never feel alone
If you need a place to stay you can come to my home,
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