Fourteen 4 You
About this CD: Lyrics, keys, what the songs are about, etc: The Band: Cliff plays organ and piano Tom Yates plays guitar GW Jenkins plays a Steinberger Synapse bass Tom Beier plays drums Everyone sings. Cliff does most leads but TY sings lead on Funky Side and Diesel Life of Crime © 1996 Clifford A, Henricksen (My Ode to Tony Soprano. Yo Tony, I got your theme song right ova here.) Look at me baby, do you think that I'm the criminal kind? Talk to me baby, do you think I have a criminal mind? I'm gonna booglarize your little bank of love Won't leave no fingerprints, I'll use a love-skin glove If stealing your heart is such an evil deed, then a life of crime is what I want to lead A life of crime, I'll do it every day, Life of crime I'll steal your love away Life of crime I'll make you feel so fine You'll never realize I lead a life of crime Be careful baby, I'll pick the padlock on a-your sweet affection If I do baby, don't have me locked up in no house of correction I want to be your number one most wanted man They say that crime don't pay but I would do it again I love you so much that it's a shame and a sin I'll lead a life of cry-yime for your sweet love-in A life of crime, I'll do it every day, Life of crime I'll steal your love away Life of crime I'll make you feel so fine, you'll never realize I lead a life of crime Million Dollar Babies © 2004 Clifford A, Henricksen (This is just a recognition of very young people that become mega-stars: Michael Jackson as a pre-teen, 'kids' right out of high school into the NBA and before graduating from high school right into MIT. It's rare but it's happening all the time in America anyway. This is not any kind of statement other than a recognition. It's amazing.) Some babies drool and, some babies real cool and Some babies laugh and clown Some got a move or two, and some have got the whole thing down Some babies got it and some babies don't have it, You see it all the time When the lights come on, Million Dollar Babies shine Million Dollar Babies, everybody's looking out for you They're gonna find you, sign you, baby boy and baby girl Mom and poppa's special babies, million dollars waiting there for you Million dollar babies rocking all over the world Do the impossible, do the incredible, just like it ain't no thing Smiling all the time and looking like a diamond ring While your baby's sleeping, super-babies leaping and working on the cardio And when they dream at night, they're starring on the radio Million Dollar Babies, everybody's looking out for you They're gonna find you, sign you, baby boy and baby girl Mom and poppa's special babies, million dollars waiting there for you Million dollar babies rocking all over the world Tokyo (C) 1994 Clifford A, Henricksen (I actually wrote this on a plane returning to the States from Tokyo, astonished at the BMT-on-steroids-level of the JR train at rush hour. I noted that if you wanted to really lose someone, this would be the place. Just duck down and you're gone. So this is about someone that got dumped by his lover and he's in endless denial over it, certain she's right around the corner. So he stays in Tokyo, looking for her, driving on the Shinjuku superhighway, riding the Shutuko bullet train, crying on the dock of the (Tokyo) Bay and generally looking for his lost love. Not autobiographical by any means. ) I took my baby down to Tokyo Now I'm searching everywhere I go I lost her on the train, I'll never see her again, but I know She's down in Tokyo She slipped away on the Shinjuku line Left me stranded, left me right on time Now I see her face in every place I go Down in Tokyo Now I'm living down in Tokyo, far away from the things I know Riding on the JR train all day At night I drive the Shutoko, or listen to the radio Or cry out all my tears on the dock of the Bay Down in Tokyo I've been searching for my sweet cherie From Akita to the China Sea I ride the Shinconsen, all over old Japan, 'cause I know She's down in Tokyo I'm asking everyone I see, said 'have you seen my sweet Marie Jiro, can you spare just a bit of your time Here's a faded photograph, the picture breaks my heart in half Jiro, have you see this girl of mine?' Down in Tokyo I lost my baby, lost my only one On the island of the rising sun Such a mystery, how she slipped from me But I know, she's down in Tokyo A Beautiful Life (C) 2007 Clifford A, Henricksen (This song is a little fantasy about being a successful novelist, probably everyone's dream at some stage in their lives. The actual music just slipped on out into my lap one day and I was amazed to have it almost all done only a few days later. It's in the key of G. ) If I could write a book about someone Masterpiece when it all was done Maybe even be number one What a beautiful life it would be I could tell a tale of pain and doubt Make you guess what it's all about Clever as hell how it all turns out What a beautiful life it would be And if my life had wealth and fame I'd sure be ahead of this money game I could have everything in the world it seems But all that I want is inside my dreams If I became a famous bard And made up words in my own backyard I'd tell reporters "it ain't that hard" What a beautiful life it would be The Funky Side of Town (C) 1997 Clifford A, Henricksen (We joke at our shows that we're rich rock stars but don't like living in our mansions because our rich neighbors are never around, too busy making money somewhere else. Tom Yates sings this great: Moving back to the old neighborhood, in C. ) I'm gonna move, to the funky side of town I'm gonna move, to the funky side of town I'm getting tired of living, where there's nothing going down When I hit the big time, got a house to match Some classy address, but there just one catch Never see the neighbors, don't know their name I look around me, it all looks the same I'm gonna move, to the funky side of town I'm getting tired of living, where there's nothing going down Nobody's home, in the neighborhood Or hanging in the backyard, like a neighbor should They're taking care of business, making a pile of dough When I'm sad and lonely, I got nowhere to go I'm gonna move, to the funky side of town I'm getting tired of living, where there's nothing going down Uptown, baby; not for me The attitude's so uppity The neighborhood go soul and pride I'm going back to the funky side I want to go where the air is sweet Barbecues cooking, music in the street 'Cause I love some action and the human touch My fancy neighbors ain't touching too much I'm gonna move, to the funky side of town I'm getting tired of living, where there's nothing going down Never Get A Bargain © Clifford A Henricksen 1999 (I was in a band that had two women singers in it. They truly sang great together and I couldn't ask for better, cooler and more reliable bandmates. They loved to go shopping (of course) and they also had these tragic love-lives. So I said 'You ought to go use your shopping skills to find a good man. Wait: I'll write a song about it'. So I did. They sang it for a while and the band later broke up. So I rewrote it so I could sing it. In Fm.) She got a ruthless eye for the big sale, only spend her cash for a steal Got a fine sense of intuition, when it comes to the killer deal But when it comes down to love I just can't understand Why she never gets a bargain when she's looking for a man Listen, girls: It's sure not like shopping for jewelry She's a fool for the sweet persuasion, mystified by the choice she made It's a lonely and sad occasion when she thinks of the price she paid It's not like picking out tomatoes at the grocery stand You know she never gets a bargain when she's looking for a man (You know she never gets a bargain when she's looking for a man) That's right! (She never gets a bargain when she's looking for a man) She knows the retail business like the back of her hand But she never gets a bargain when she's looking for a man (Bridge) She's the queen of the discount hunters, like a shark in the department store Knows the aisle to try and the time to buy and even the salesman on the floor But there is just one thing that doesn't fit in her plan You see she never gets a bargain when she's looking for a man Christmas Blues (C) 1999 Clifford A, Henricksen (Every family has someone they really don't want to have coming around, the sort-of 'black sheep' kind of family member that annoys evernone. No, not about anyone in my own family, by any stretch. So anyway, these people, sensing this general desire to not have them around seem to pick up on this and come over at the very worse of times: Christmas, when everyone wants to be merry. This is a pretty tradidional blues format in G, a pleasure to play too.) The blues came home for Christmas, satisfied with the choice they made The blues came home for Christmas, satisfied with the choice they made It was a low-expense arrival, oh but what a price we paid The blues came in through the backdoor, they were sailing on a winter wind The blues came in through the backdoor, sailing on a winter wind Must have looked like an invitation, 'cause they unpacked their bags and settled in The blues will come and find you, where you never thought they would Sneak up unsuspected when you never thought they could The Blues came home for Christmas, didn't recognize when they came And I know they got my number, but I never got their name The Blues came home for Christmas, it was a sad sad piece of news The Blues came home for Christmas, it was a sad sad piece of news Silver bells might be ringing, but I got the Christmas blues The Trashman (C) 1997 Clifford A, Henricksen (In the 1970's, they were going through Henry Kissinger's trash (Nixon's Secretary of State) and found a whole bunch of government secrets. So it was then that they passed all these laws about invasion of privacy, or invasion of your trash can. I think I really wrote this in the 1980's. Pretty funny. ) The trashman comes when you are sleeping He comes to your house before the birds are peeping He finds everything that you been sweeping He goes...Watch out for that trashman! The trashman's sneaking in your neighborhood He knows if you're bad and he knows if you're good He finds all the things you never knew he would He goes...Watch out for that trashman! The trashman finds all the letters you've written, he knows what you've been thinking The trashman finds all the bottles you're dumping, he knows what you've been drinking He looks in the can, he looks in the bag, he knows every secret you've got If the trashman interviews the FBI, they'll put you in a terrible spot Watch out for that trashman The trashman...He knows what you've been thinking He knows what you've been drinking Sneaking in your neighborhood, he knows if you're bad or good That trashman knows everything about you: watch out for him! The Truth About Your Past (C) 1988 Clifford A, Henricksen (Guys seem more concerned about this than girls, not sure why.) I heard the news, about your past Nasty rumors, some nasty trash Tell me baby, about me and you What they're saying: is that the truth? Everybody, they know your name And everybody, they got your game You can call the doctor, it don't do no good Your past baby, with you for good What they're saying I can't believe I thought I knew you, been deceived What they're saying, all this trash You got to tell me: the truth about your past Your reputation, it just won't hide The realization hurt me deep inside I love you baby and I want it to last But you got to tell me the truth about your past Steady Roll (C) 1993 Clifford A, Henricksen (Everyone loves to be in the zone. That's what this is about. In C.) Moon on the rise and, I see fires on the river side There's a Night Owl calling, signs from the other side Yes, I know, I'm on a steady roll Tossing and turning, shaken and mystified That melody's playing, I feel like I've been hypnotized Yes I know, I'm on a steady roll I got the blues in the morning, and I play till the sun goes down Shout in the evening, howl like a bloodhound Yes I know, I'm on a steady roll And we're gonna roll...all night long The Latest Thing (C) 1994 Clifford A, Henricksen (Not much to say about this, other than I coulda bin a contenda. In A. ) I could have been a movie star, looking like I do I could have went to Hollywood, could have lived there too I could have rolled 'em in the aisle, had 'em mesmerized They left me in the cutting room, cut me down to size I could have been a contender, that's what I been told But I just can't remember, when he knocked me out cold I could have been a champion, Mr. Superfine When I get another chance, I'm gonna make it shine (Chorus) I could be the latest thing, I could be the next thing too Everybody's gonna know my name, and love the things I do The latest sensation, The Alligator King Master of the Universe, I'll be The Latest Thing I could have been a millionaire, and made the front-page news I could have made the NBA, and have my own line of basketball shoes I could have been the president, or had a TV show When I get another chance, you'll be the first to know I could be the latest thing, I could be the next thing too Everybody's gonna know my name, and love the things I do The latest sensation, The Alligator King Master of the Universe, I'll be The Latest Thing A Message For You (C) 1991 Clifford A, Henricksen (A song about communication, in the key of Gm. Originally called 'Can You Read My Lips', the present title is way better than this. ) I've been trying for a long time, just to get a message through Trying ESP and telepathy, anything to get to you Can you read me on your wavelength, I'll try any wave at all Even ringing on the telephone line, you don't even hear the call Can you read my lips? There's a message for you, baby Can you read my lips? A message for you You can use your lips, your eyes or your spirit Or your fingertips, can you read my lips? Can you hear me on the heartline, don't you know we're on the air All I want to do is get some reception,I've got my broadcast everywhere I've tried every kind of signal I know They all seemed to pass you by Just try thinking hard and closing your eyes Your eyes, your eyes Fat Baby © 2007 Clifford A, Henricksen (About one of my children and for all you mommies (daddys too) out there.) Something's shaking in my house today He's a fat little roller and he's looking ok His mommy really digs him and she feeds him so well He's a jolly roller-poller, anybody can tell He's a Fat Baby, he rock and he roll Fat Baby, he never gets cold Fat Baby, he's a jelly-bowl He rolls just a big smile from a cheek to cha-cheek All he does is ga-gurgle when he's trying to speak He says dblllt dblllt dit-ah dit-ah, dit-ah dit-ah oompp bll it-ah And than he say dit-ah dit-ah oomp blll it-ah He's a Fat Baby, he rock and he roll Fat Baby, he never gets cold Fat Baby, he's a jelly-roll He don't ever worry 'bout crime in the streets 'Cause he's got a whole lot of loveing from his head to his feets He's just a little fussy only once in a while All you got to do is say "Hey Fatty!" and he'll give you a smile He's a Fat Baby, he rock and he roll Fat Baby, he never gets cold Fat Baby, he's a jelly-roll Come on, look at what he's doing... Diesel Engine (C) 1991 Clifford A, Henricksen (Love takes on all forms. I wrote this when I felt very strong about my own love life. And I love internal combustion, both internal and in automobiles. It's for the truckers. Roll on, good buddies. Tom Yates sings this, Tom Beier does high harmonies at the end.) I got love like a diesel engine, I think I'm gonna let it run I got love like a diesel engine, I think I'm gonna let it run Now, my heart is beating like a piston, I think I'm gonna let it run I got love like a superhighway, stretching out from sun to sun I got love like a superhighway, stretching out from sun to sun That road is going on forever, I think I'm gonna let it run Like a cross-country all-night hauler, I got a big load of love for you When I make it to your destination, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do I think I'm gonna let it run I got love like an eighteen wheeler, never gonna shut it down I got love like an eighteen wheeler, never gonna shut it down I'm all loaded up with fuel and fire, I'm never gonna shut it down.