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There's a big billed bird where the trawler's beached
There's a smiling moon out where the rockets reached
There's a blue road runs where the phones don't ring
There's a big wide world full of everything (2x).
There's a Chevron sign where the clams are sold
The bar is closed and the dance floor's cold
The sun sets nightly wearing next to nothing
In our big wide world full of everything (2x)
There's a flea market made of wagon wheels
There's three for five dollars and deals, deals, deals
There's one place to go for the melamine buffet
There's a big wide world full of everything (2x)
Time can't hold us, there's a place of
stillness past the turning sky
The waitress brings more coffee to us
We're halfway there, we're halfway there...
There's an old wooden walk out to the midden strand
There's deep fried music from a one man band
Baby, let's go dancing, would you wear my ring?
' found it in this place that has everything
A big wide world full of everything...
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2. |
Just One More Love Song
01:37
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Your ballads, your blues
your folk songs, your grooves
Your rock-n-roll, country western
can no one ever question
Your jazz songs, razzmatazz songs
your quarter-to-three songs
your novelty songs, your she’s-leavin’-me-songs
Your road songs, down home songs
your lonesome moan songs
Your bar songs, never-went-far-songs
Your wish on a star songs
Your waltzes, your six-eights
Your good ones, your not-so-greats
You sing them, leave them to fates
to carry them away
Your four-four songs, dance floor songs
who even needs more songs?
Why find one more major key
for one more melody?
It’s like this, ain’t no one
needs one ’til they got none
when just one more love song
just one more love song
when just one more love song is all that you need
all that you need, all that you need
all that you need
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3. |
Picture Day
02:15
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PICTURE DAY
©2007 Marlon St. John/Work Song
You get dressed up, you strike a pose
don’t dirty that shirt, those are brand new cloths
comb your hair, smile this way
chin up now, it’s picture day
Now, don’t you look too surprised
camera will catch ya, with half shut eyes
the camera man don’t have much to say
‘cept for “smile, it’s picture day”
It seems you get just one shot
to look your finest, or not so hot
whether in color or charcoal gray
here it is now, it’s picture day
Stand in line, sit up straight
don’t fuss around, you’re looking great
still as a statue made of clay
frozen in time, it’s picture day
There I was no more than ten
the camera caught me with a crooked grin
some things never quite fade away
it’s for all time, it’s picture day
it’s for all time, it’s picture day
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4. |
Keep You On My Mind
03:41
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KEEP YOU ON MY MIND
©1995 Marlon St. John/Work Song
I keep you on my mind
I keep you on my mind
I keep you on my mind
more and more these days
You and your skinny red boots
You and your skinny red boots
Now, I’m not prone to absolutes
but I never fail to surrender
That phone booth in St. Paul
the phone booth in St. Paul
where I placed a call
that told me where you’d been
told by a mutual friend
told by a mutual friend
now how does one comprehend
such a sudden idea
I came across a wall clock
in a side street antique shop
I came across a wall clock
it had your name written all over it
Now the time it doesn’t change
the hands never worked they stayed where arranged
I couldn’t bring myself to toss it away
It’s how I keep you on my mind
Keep you on my mind
I keep you on my mind
I keep you on my mind
I keep you on my mind
more and more these days
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Dragonfly
02:29
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DRAGONFLY
©1993 Marlon St. John/Work Song
Dragonfly, dragonfly
how come you so doggone shy
are you afraid to fly so high?
you stay close to the water
If I had wings upon my back
I'd tell you this, now it's a fact
I'd fly away not to come back
I'd just keep going further
Dragonfly, dragonfly
I’ve wandered here from paradise
my true love’s here somewhere she lies
underneath the water
I came on through the rushes where
a crawdad had his home down there
I sunk down in the river’s lair
now I’m waiting for the river’s daughter
I heard she sleeps upon the riverbed
’til the sunsets fiery red
hummingbird above my head
will I ever find her?
Dragonfly hanging in the air so still
while a magpie’s singing to a whippoorwill
down in the thorns where the river flows
watch the waters ripple and roll
Dragonfly, dragonfly
won’t you bring me her reply
wake her up from where she lies
underneath the water
Dragonfly, dragonfly
how come you so doggone shy
are you afraid to fly so high?
you stay close to the water
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Homemade Pie
03:13
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HOMEMADE PIE
©2004 - Marlon St. John/Work Song
Everyone likes a sweetheart saying sweet talk
Whispering in their ear when they’re out for a walk
The one’s who say they certainly do not
Are lying straight at you
And everybody likes to laugh and sing
brand new babies and a kitten with string
‘tho there’s some folks can’t see eye to eye
everybody likes a circus and homemade pie
Everybody likes rainbows, new clothes and fun
All the world over, nearly everyone
Likes to feel like a winner on a winning streak
likes to be singled out as something quite unique
You may favor Chevy’s, pray to Christ the lord
While some folk pray to Allah and tool around in a Ford
Take anybody, give them a paid holiday
You’ll find they smile all just the same way
And everybody likes to laugh and sing
brand new babies and a kitten with string
‘tho there’s some folks can’t see eye to eye
everybody likes a circus and homemade pie
The French all like weekends, the British like tea
Some folks shake your hand, some give a kiss on your cheek
Some go looking for trouble, some like to lay low
Some find friends waiting wherever they go
We’ve got our differences, I know it’s true
The world’s all tied in a knot that’s hard to undo
But laughter in latin and giggling in greek
Sounds the same in any language you happen to speak
And everybody likes to laugh and sing
brand new babies and a kitten with string
‘tho there’s some folks can’t see eye to eye
everybody likes a circus and homemade…
everybody likes a circus and homemade pie
homemade, homemade pie
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New and Old
05:18
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NEW AND OLD
©1997 Marlon St. John/Work Song
How well we do the same old thing
reshaped, remade again and again
the future is nothing but expectation
laughing behind our backs
laughing behind our backs
How well we do the same old thing
reshaped, remade again and again
if not for the knowing it’s all so new
‘could well be yesterday
‘cloud well be yesterday
In the beginning there never was a heaven
but it was always for us to do as we must to invent one
you and I slowly over time we’ll fashion and furnish
we’ll build with our hands
until upon completion our very own heaven
will hold all the love that can be
all the love that can be
How well we do the same old thing
reshaped, remade again and again
piece by piece, made whole of dreams
new and old
new and old
How well we do the same old thing
reshaped, remade, reviewed, reglued again and again
the future is nothing but expectation
laughing behind our backs
laughing behind our backs
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8. |
Who Can Say For Sure
03:57
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WHO CAN SAY FOR SURE
©2001 Marlon St. John/Work Song
Who can say for sure…
are we temporary or made to endure?
Are we creatures of habit or driven by will?
Are we moving so rapid or just standing still?
Are we part of the sickness or part of the cure?
Who can say for sure…
Don't you think too ill of me
I’m half man and half beast by nature, you see
I’m harmless as one who is toothless and old
until the balance is upset and then I explode
Don't call me 'Dude', son and don't call me 'sir'
'cause who can say for sure…
Is she with someone else instead of me?
Does she spend her time thinking that I am he?
Is that, in fact, who I'm supposed to be?
Is it the name that I answer to regularly?
Am I drawn by her mystery, or her fetching allure?
Who can say for sure
Who can say for sure
Who can say for sure…
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If It Didn't Work Out
03:54
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IF IT DIDN’T WORK OUT
©1992 Marlon St. John/Work Song
I’d be burnt down, tornadoed
I’d be flooded with rain
I’d be a blackened out room
where no light ever came
I’d be turned over sideways
down in the mouth
if you ever decided
things didn’t work out
I’d be a hollowed out statue
mistaken for dead
living without you
there’d be birds in my head
I’d fall down in my shadow
curse the hard ground
if your love I was missing
if it didn’t work out
I’d be chased by the voices
of all my regrets
sad as a gambler
that’s lost his last bet
I’d be shattered like porcelain
pieces scattered about
if for any reason
things didn’t work out
You know, Eve in the Garden
Helen of Troy
they’ve got nothing on you
but let me get to the point
If I’m lying the lightning
will strike me all down
I’d be all around done-in
if things didn’t work out
if it didn’t work out
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We Are Standing
03:46
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WE ARE STANDING
©2016 Marlon St. John/Work Song
Water coming from the underground
dark earth giving all that will abound
The Plains were given by the Grandfathers
They’re not driven by no conquerors
They are standing
We are standing
We you standing
We are standing
The easement zoned for utility
The deeds are purchased, we’re the mortgagee
No where to run to where they’ll let you be
To get the fruit sometimes you kill the tree
We are standing
Are are standing
We are standing
We are standing
Arctic air from where the Fathers sit
Breathing out their last of discontent
But everything is Creator sent
Nothing will last of any government
We are standing
We are standing
We are standing
We are standing
Brother, sister, Mother Firmament
Believe in what you know is permanent
Water washes everything to sediment
Fire, air, and Earth become revenant
We are standing
We are standing
We are standing
We are standing
We are standing
Are are standing?
We are standing
We are standing
We are standing
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11. |
Universal Song
03:39
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UNIVERSAL SONG
©2013 Marlon St. John/Work Song
There's a Universal Song, it travel's through each and every key
It says we're here but not for long, then we're a fading memory
We're a fading memory, so stand and raise your eye
to the Universal Song, to the standard passing by
There's a Universal Song, now come on, don't be shy
lend voices clear and strong: "Be-Bop-Lula-Blue-Tail-Fly"
"Tell me, What'd I say? A-Well-a-Well-a-Well-a-Lonely-Lonely-Lonely-Me"
There's a Universal Song, “”It’s Alright Now”, Ooh, Baby"
There's a Chick-a-Chick-a rhythm in the Universal Song
Bo Diddley got it right; we sometimes get it wrong
Chuck Berry said the same thing in so many words
He was hen-pecked for it at the time; fed and left to the Byrds
Now, I'm a no-count rural kid like Elvis in his youth
He once drove a service truck and, well, I did too
Then he found Colonel Parker and the rest was history
I wish the good ol' Colonel would somehow run into me
There's a mighty river of nickels flows from the Universal Song
I'd charge each and every one of you, but it might take too long
To take down your information, and get right back to you
This song cost me one-buck-fifty; I'll give it free to you
There’s a Universal Song
There’s a Universal Song
There’s a Universal Song
There’s a Universal Song
There’s a Universal Song
There’s a Universal Song
There’s a Universal Song
There’s a Universal Song
There’s a Universal Song
There’s a Universal Song
There’s a Universal Song
There’s a Universal Song
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WHO WILL COME THIS WAY AGAIN
©2003 Marlon St. John/Work Song Music
There’s a light, a sound unheard
there’s redemption in the Word
‘though there is no eye or face
there is power in the grace
There’s forgiveness for the sinner
and knowledge of the sin
there’s a light we all go into
who will come this way again
So let us stand and sing the pages
of a gospel sent from ages
long ago there was a shepherd
meant to lead us out of here
There’s a mother softly holding
a small child her one and only
every man must come from sorrow
every breath we have we borrow
There’s solace for the asking
endless life ever lasting
there’s a light we all go into
who will come this way
who will come this way
who will come this way again
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Marlon St. John Chicago, Illinois
I'm a Chicago singer-songwriter and part of a dad/daughter trio with Abi and Ella St. John called the St. John Family Hour.
They make me sound better than I am, and I make them play with me when they can.
Over the years, I've been told I look like Art Buckwald and sound like Joe Cocker. I've been told I sound like Boxcar Willie. After a while you realize that the audience is always right.
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