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Harry Nilsson




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Sandman (1976)
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Harvey

Deep down in my soul I hate rock and roll
And I don't like the way that them drummers beat on them drums
They always hum along, out of tune
But I can see Valentino and me when I hear a tango.

Electric guitars have gone about as far as electric guitars can go
If you're talking 'bout loud man, it's more than I can stand
You can go down the hole with your sweet rock and roll
I'll take a tango.

I can see me dancing
Oh, I'll glide across the floor.

You know, down in my soul I hate rock and roll
And I don't like the way that them drummers beat on them drums
They always hum along, out of tune
But I can see Valentino and me when I hear a tango
Yeah, I can see Valentino and me when I hear a tango
Yeah, I can see Marlon Brando and me when I hear a tango.

. . .


Botkin-Nilsson

Something true to show you what I am to you
Something real to cause your heart to rush with love
And cause your mouth to rush to mine and make your eyes
Ignore what isn't real

But all my life I've failed to take advantage of my time
And time is moving faster than the eye can see
If we could only tell each other every other day
There'd never be a reason to be leaving

Chorus

Just something to hold on to when we are both afraid
Something to believe in when we think we've got it made
Some things never change, the doubt that lingers in your mind
Sometimes when you're down and out you leave the truth behind

Chorus +
Just something real to show that I still feel.

. . .


Nilsson

Pretty soon there'll be nothing left for everybody
Pretty soon there'll be nothing left for you and me
Pretty soon there'll be no air to breathe
Pretty soon there'll be no pretty sea to see
Pretty soon there'll be nothing left for everybody

Pretty soon there'll be nothing left for everybody
Pretty soon there'll be nothing left for you and me
Pretty soon there'll be no plans to make
There'll be no aeroplanes to take
No trains of thought to break for everybody

Pretty soon there'll be no place to land
Pretty soon there'll be no sea or sand
No one to understand or lend a helping hand to anybody
Pretty soon there'll be no hearts to break
Pretty soon there'll be no bellyache
There'll be no pills to take, and make no mistake
There'll be nothing left for everybody

Pretty soon there'll be nothing left for everybody
Pretty soon there'll be nothing left for you and me
Pretty soon there'll be no sky
There'll be no one askin' why
There'll be no one left to cry for anybody

. . .


Nilsson

Just behind the ivy covered walls
We used to walk the Ivy leaguer walls
We used to share an Ivy leaguer look
But (we lost it with the chemicals that we took).

Now the good books in the library look better every day
And the dean and all his bribery took our faith in him away.

So we wandered through the garden by the ivy covered walls
And we waited for the magic where the sleepy nighttime falls.

But the books we learned to love so much were very hard to read
So we hunted for a light, just a light was all we'd need.

Then we saw a glow not far away
Just a stones throw you might say
And we headed for the light we saw
We knew would lead the way.

And the light shone through the window of a handsome hansel house
And we peeked inside the window (quiet) as a mouse.

On the table near the fire was a book we all had read
With a cover so familiar, not another word was said.

So we threw away the chemicals and we strolled back through the night
And we climbed the ivy covered walls (and the we said goodnight) that's right.

Now the next day we were back inside the crowded hallowed halls
And one of us had scribbled something silly on the walls.

He never said he did it but it might have been us all
It was the title of the book we'd seen he'd written on the wall.

A private joke to us, perhaps - 'What's the title ?' - you ask
It was simply: 'Throw away those chemicals or ...'

. . .


Here's why I did not go to work today.

Thursday's such a crazy, lazy day
Thursday has its own peculiar way of saying : ‘Hey'
Sometimes Thursday almost makes you want to run away
Thursday's such a crazy, lazy day.

Yeah, Thursday's such a crazy, lazy day, let's go have a picnic
Thursday's such a crazy, lazy day, hope it doesn't rain
When I'm feeling Thursday, I go and have a drink
If Thursday was a boat, I bet it'd sink.

I did on Monday, I tried on Tuesday
Wednesday's simply not my cup of tea
Thank Heaven, it's Friday, thank the Lord for the weekend
Thursday now, that's such a crazy, lazy day.

They say Monday's child is full of grace
Tuesday's child is fair of face
Thursday's child has far to go and it's no wonder
When the week becomes a rat race
You can bet, win, show or place
But never bet on Thursday ‘cause God's not on its case.

Thursday's such a crazy, lazy day, don't get me wrong
It's just that Thursday's twice as long as it should be, it's twice as long
Mondays, Tuesdays, weekends, Fridays don't get in my way
But Thursday's just a crazy, lazy day.

Monday is a blues day that goes for Tuesday
Wednesday's just the middle of the week, yeah, mmm
Friday is just another payday, the weekend's just another heyday
But Thursday's surreptitiously unique.

That's why I didn't go to work today
Thursday's got its own peculiar way of saying : ‘Hey'
Sometimes Thursday makes you want to run away
Thursday's such a crazy, lazy day
Thursday's such a crazy, lazy day.

. . .


Nilsson

No I can't forget this evening

Or your face as you were leaving,
But I guess that's just the way the story goes
You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows
Yes it shows

No I can't forget tomorrorow
When I think of all my sorrows,
When I had you there but then I let you go
And now it's only fair that I should let you know
What you should know

I can't live
If living is without you
I can't live
I can't give any more
Can't live
If living is without you
I can't give
I can't give any more

No I can't forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving,
But I guess that's just the way the story goes
You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows
Yes it shows

Can't live
If living is without you
I can't live
I can't give anymore
I can't live
If living is without you
Can't live
I can't give anymore
(Living is without you)

. . .


How to write a song


If you write it on guitar
Place your guitar upon your knee
If you write it on piano
Don't do that

Place your fingers on the
Strings of your guitar
Not your piano
If you write it on piano, don't do that

Now strum or press to get a feeling
This might take a little time
Now think of something sad or something funny
Which inevitably brings us to the rhyme

Let's assume you're just an asshole
And there's nothing in your brain
It might help if you remember
These helpful little hints

Don't try to rhyme silver with anything yeah
That goes for orange as well
Now notice how cleverly
I just used them both
And all I have to do
Is rhyme well

You've got to be very tricky
'cause to avoid these words takes talent
So never ever trap yourself like that
Or you'll end up saying words like
ballent, phallant, dallant,
wallant, callant, hallant
Oh well, I'm sure you'll catch on fast!

Now some tips on tempo
And some subjects to avoid
Like the use of the word baby
Unless you really have to say it
As to tempo or as we say time
That's strictly up to you because
That depends on how you play it

Now let's do one!
Now think of a rhyme!
That's it, you're doing fine
Now think of the good time
We just had together

If you practice these instructions
On the boat of song you'll sail
And if you listen very carefully
I'm sure you shallant fail

I said sallant, yeah shallant!
That rhymes with talent!
That takes talent!
That is talent!
Oh oh my God, I've done it again
Shallant rhymes with talent
That takes talent!
That is talent!
OH I can't stand it!
Oh my God
I've done it again!

. . .


Nilsson

I said Jesus, I said Jesus, I said Jesus Christ, you're tall
I bet nobody, I bet nobody, I bet nobody wanted to dance with you at all
I said Jesus, I said Jesus, there hardly ain't no room here for you at all
I said Jesus. I said Jesus, I said Jesus Christ, you're tall.

Well, we could dribble our way down a courtship, get married for a little while
I would shoot a little love inside your basket, mama, and in a little while we'd have a child
He'd be a little boy, he'd be a little boy but he'll get taller as the time goes by
He'd be a little boy, he'd be a little boy but pretty soon he'll hear the other boys cry.

Because they're saying to him
Jesus, they'd say Jesus, they'd say Jesus Christ you're tall
I bet some day, at least some day, I hope he finds a basketball
So maybe a big scout from a big town team will come and sign him to the meadow larks
And then ..

. . .


Nilsson

Night comes in and I go out to find myself a runabout but will she miss me ?
All I ever think about is all the doubt I felt each time she kissed me, oh
How can lovers hide behind the deepest part of pride is still a mystery
Closer than the deepest broken heartache, onger than the pain it takes to burn
Every time I see myself, I look and wonder if I'll ever learn, yeah, learn, yeah, learn, yeah.

Times goes by, the hours fly, the days and nights just pass me by but does she miss me ?
Damn the foolish pride I held inside which made her lie, which made her lie each time she kissed me
Somehow sadly, slowly, something slipped and slid between the truth we promised but will she miss me ?
Yeah, I know it was not the first time nor the last time, I know it's just another one of those times
But everything I say means nothing, I will be with her wherever she goes.

Night comes in and I go out to find myself a runabout but will she miss me ?
All I ever think about is all the doubt I felt each time she kissed me
How can lovers hide inside the deepest part of pride is still a mystery
Closer than the deepest broken heartache, longer than the pain it takes to burn wonder if I'll ever learn
Night and day they pass me by, I wonder why, I wonder why.

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