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Magic Flirtation
04:09
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Magic Flirtation
©Ruby Bird, Bonk Zone Music ASCAP
Magic flirtation
The way your eyes meet mine
It is so exciting
It feels so fine
Won’t last forever
But you know it’s true
I feel so alive
When I look at you
Magic flirtation
Might be right might be wrong
If we play our cards right
It’ll make us strong
Won’t last forever
But you know it’s true
Magic flirtation
Can put a spell on you
Magic flirtation
Might not be real
But a little passion’s
A good thing to feel
Put it in your letter
Sing it in your song
Give it to your lover
And you can’t go wrong
Magic flirtation…….
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2. |
Looking For a Song
03:25
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Looking For a Song
©Billy Carl Mancini (aka Bill Mason), Bonk Zone Music ASCAP
Well, I don’t want to waste another day
But I got so many people standing in my way
And some folks think I’m dreaming my life away
But I don’t listen to anything they say
I’m thinking pretty hard about breaking out
And leaving’s on my mind there aint no doubt
It seems I’ve played this town for far too long
So I guess I’ll just go looking for a song
Now friends don’t get me wrong
I don’t feel that I belong
So I’ll be looking for that song
Looking for a song---
As a boy some people called me kind of bold
For not doing all the things that I was told
Now people tell me that I’m getting old
And it’s nine to five or you’ll be sleeping in the cold
Well, you can disagree with what I say
And you can spend your life miles away
And I won’t bother sending you that song
‘Cause you knew I was a rambler all along
You knew I was a rambler all along (Yes you did Honey)
You knew I was a rambler all along
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3. |
Til I Met Someone
03:21
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Til I Met Someone
©Billy Carl Mancini (aka Bill Mason), Bonk Zone Music ASCAP
I was a restless soul
Searching for something more
Each day I threw the dice
Each day was such a bore
Til I met somebody
Til I met someone
I was so, so lonely
I was so alone
Things never fell in place
I was a faceless face
Day by day and week by week
My life just seemed a waste
Now I feel like running out, baby
And telling the world about it, yeah
This feeling will not burn out, no no no no
I’m never gonna live without it
I have met someone
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4. |
Running To You
06:01
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Running To You
©Billy Carl Mancini (aka Bill Mason), Bonk Zone Music ASCAP
Well I walked across the border
To see what I could see
Find a little woman made to order
And fly her back home with me
Well I walked down fifty flights
I saw bee hives and pink tights
Rumbling electric drums
I’m gonna hafta get me some
Please let it be my imagination
Why did I leave her at that train station?
I must go back where my baby’s waiting
And I’ll come running back home
Running to you
Well I walked through a darkened hallway
Twisting and-a-turning like a rattle snake
Tried to meet some girl but it was too late
Lay on her couch and watch the stars shake
Out in the night the young girls holler
“Hey boy would you like a date”
But all I’ve got’s this silver dollar
An empty pocket has sealed my fate
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5. |
Renoville
02:55
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Renoville
©2002 David Kulik/Phil Kaplan
Well she comes on down from Renoville
She’s got a big black dog and a Coup DeVille
A sack of sweet corn liquor, assorted pills
She’s a mean old lady, She’s a mean old lady
Well she talks about her troubles at lightning speed
She gives me a thousand headaches that I don’t really need
Her fingernails are dirty, her mind’s filled with greed
She’s a mean old lady, She’s a mean old lady
Yeah my mama told me not to go to Renoville
If I stayed at home I’d never be there still
All those fast talking floozies I’ve had my fill
Stuck in-a-Renoville
Stuck in-a-Renoville
Yeah the mean old streets of Renoville
You see a real good time till they give you the bill
What you got to pay don’t come in dollar bills
It’s a lowdown city
It’s a lowdown city
With a hand full of gimme everyone’s your friend
Some fine little ladies who will let you come in
Well when your money’s gone it’s back to drinking gin
It’s a lowdown city
It’s a lowdown city
Yeah my mama told me not to go to Renoville
If I stayed at home I’d never be there still
All those fast talking floozies I’ve had my fill
Stuck in-a-Renoville
Stuck in-a-Renoville
Stuck in-a-Renoville
Stuck in-a-Reno
Stuck in-a-Reno
Stuck in-a-Renoville
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6. |
I Need More (Love)
04:52
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I Need More (Love)
©Billy Carl Mancini (aka Bill Mason), Bonk Zone Music ASCAP
I don’t want to tell you all the things that are in my soul
I will not tell you what’s in my heart
Because if I tell you I might lose control
And you won’t understand a single part
It is so tempting just to live for the love you can give
And what bittersweet love it is
But I need more than that, I need someone who’s learned how to forgive
I need so much more than this
I need more, so much more than this
I need more, I need more love
(love, love, love)
I need so much more than this
You see I need someone
Someone to talk to me
With no illusions
You know you need sympathy
I know you won’t change
Yeah you’ll always be the same, baby
I don’t need this confusion
I don’t need to play these games (I don’t need to play these games)
I have to leave you-It’ll hurt me-but in the end
You know we will both be better off
I wish you could have just tried to be my friend
But what we never had we have not lost
No, I need more, so much more than this
I need more love
(love, love, love)
Yes, I need so much, so much, so much, so much, so much love
Yes, I need so much more love
So much more love than this……
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7. |
Champagne & Crossroads
05:31
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Champagne & Crossroads
©Billy Carl Mancini (aka Bill Mason), Bonk Zone Music ASCAP
What makes my clock tick faster
Than I recall
When we were living on the edge
Star struck from the start
Living life like art
Step into my Living Room
With all my friends
You’re left behind, I’ll take the wheel
Let me take you home
I don’t want to roam
Champagne and Crossroads, baby
Lead me away
Light up the charcoal, baby
I’m here to stay
Starry night—Lazy night
(Look at my life)
Starry-eyed—Crazy life
(Look at my life)
Get it right-----
Now from our mobile trailer
We’ve got the Good Earth
A UFO over our heads
All of twenty-one
Feel the burning sun
Champagne and Crossroads, baby
Lead me away
Light up the charcoal, baby
I’m here to stay
Champagne and Crossroads, baby
(Look at our life)
Champagne and Crossroads, baby
(Look at our life)
I went down to the crossroads
(Look at our life)
Champagne and Crossroads, baby
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8. |
Jet Setting In Morocco
02:32
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Jet Setting In Morocco
©Billy Carl Mancini (aka Bill Mason), Bonk Zone Music ASCAP
Ooo, I’d love to make it big
And you know that I could dig
Jet setting in Morocco
Ooo, The stars are out tonight
And I hope I’m in their light
Jet setting in Morocco
The beautiful people are everywhere
And they’re wearing flowers in their hair
They’re so far above the street life
And they’re always doing what they feel like
Ooo, God help the little ones
They don’t know the feeling of
Jet setting in Morocco
Ooo, But the sequined goddesses
Wonder is this all there is
Jet setting in Morocco
Pretty dollar signs will fill your eyes
And you will have the time to spend it right
You can spend your life believing lies
It’s so easy to jet set into the sky
Jet setting in Morocco
Jet setting in Morocco
Jet setting in Morocco
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9. |
Into the Night
06:30
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Into the Night
©Billy Carl Mancini (aka Bill Mason), Bonk Zone Music ASCAP
Time keeps on moving, can’t stop the hands of the clock
And people in my life come and go like the water to the dock
So I can’t just sit here in my room staring into the dark
Got to get up every morning, get it on the run
Gotta keep my motor running and move on into the night
So I called everyone I knew and wrote them a letter too
So I shouted in the air, just in case I couldn’t get through
Come-on-a-my house, make some time in your life
We’ll get together, we’ll have some fun
We’ll make some music and roll on into the night
And when I wake up in the night
I reach for you to hold me tight
No rain is falling here tonight
You keep me hanging on so I can make it into the night
If I listen to the hangman, I will never get the golden goose
If somebody calls the sandman then no one will ever hear the truth
Well I guess that I can be content with all the things that turn out right
So I’ll get up every morning, get it on the run
Keep my motor running and move on into the night
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10. |
Sweet Little Thing
03:16
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Sweet Little Thing
©1999 Kulik/Bell
She’s my sweet little thing
She might be 55, 56 or 57 miles from me
Still I drop her a dime almost any old time
And give my little baby a ring
She’s my sweet little thing
She don’t cheat and she don’t lie
And when she wanders home-a-late I’ll guess I’ll never have to wonder why, oh no
You know that one of these days I’m gonna get a little nerve
And buy my little baby a ring
She’s my sweet little thing
Yeah I’m trucking down the road
I’m looking through my rear view mirror
Yeah her ruby red lips
Her big brown eyes are clearer
Yee-ha
She’s my sweet little thing
She might be 55, 56 or 57 miles from me, uh-huh
You know that one of these days I’m gonna get a little nerve
And buy my little baby a ring
She’s my sweet little thing
She’s my sweet little thing
She’s my sweet little thing
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11. |
Time To Come Home
03:44
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Time To Come Home
©Billy Carl Mancini (aka Bill Mason), Bonk Zone Music ASCAP
Somebody said you might get old
You’ll soon be dead if you don’t leave that stuff alone
But I don’t want to hear advice
I wanna go out and get stoned
The love of a good woman might keep me sane
Some sweet talking woman might ease the pain
But if she leaves me all alone
I’ll have to go out and get stoned
I really don’t wanna do it
I wanna stand up tall
But I just can’t get through it
Hear my lonely call
Somebody said call my sweet Lord
It is a call that you can afford
It’s time to put the stuff down
It’s time for me to come home
It’s time to put the stuff down
It’s time for me to come home
It’s time to put the stuff down
It’s time for me to come home
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12. |
The Exception
04:35
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The Exception
©Billy Carl Mancini (aka Bill Mason), Bonk Zone Music ASCAP
Once in a while you will give me a little smile
When things are going just the way you want them to
Sometimes love doesn’t seem to be worthwhile
And you only smile when you make me feel a fool
Oh you can love me, oh so good, so good
But that’s the exception, yeah, to the rule
You can make me feel like I never thought I could (no, no)
But that’s the exception to the rule
Oh, hey, oh, yeah
You like to think that you’re oh so much better
And you could never possibly be wrong
Giving me pain is the thing that gives you pleasure
So why do I stay when I’d rather be long gone
Oh you can love me oh so good, so good
But that’s the exception, yeah, to the rule, oh to the rule
And you can make me feel like I never thought I could
But that’s the exception, yeah, to the rule
Oh, hey, oh, yeah
One of these days maybe you will see your face
And you will find that you don’t like what you see
Maybe you’ll find that it just is not your place
To be the one who is always hurting me
Oh you can love me oh so good, so good
But that’s the exception, yeah, to the rule, oh to the rule
You can make me feel like I never thought I could
But that’s the exception, yeah, to the rule
Oh, hey, oh, yeah
Tell me why is that the exception
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13. |
Cops & Lawyers
06:10
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Cops & Lawyers
©Billy Carl Mancini (aka Bill Mason), Bonk Zone Music ASCAP
Well, we’ve been together for so long
I get to feeling that you’ll do no wrong
I even think I wanna wear your diamond ring
I like to stand so close to you
I like to give you money too
And I believe that every word you say is true
Hey, hey
But now you look me in the eye
You say our love has been a lie
And all the time we spent together was in vain
You wanna be with another woman
You wanna throw away our plans
I can’t believe you’d wanna cause me so much pain
Now get out of my house—get away from my car
‘Cause I’m gonna call a copper—I’m gonna call a lawyer
Pack up your stuff, ‘cause I’ve had enough
And I’m gonna call a cop now, I’m gonna call a lawyer
How could I have been so blind
And think that you would just stay mine
To think you’d be the loving kind
If I fall in love again
I’d better get a bodyguard
And keep a lawyer in my yard
No one told me life would be so hard
Don’t wanna hold your hand
Don’t wanna understand
Don’t wanna talk about it
I don’t think I can
Don’t wanna see your face
Don’t wanna be disgraced
Don’t wanna hear about it
So just pack your suitcase
Don’t wanna be erased
Don’t wanna be defaced
Don’t wanna be your slave
So just walk away
Don’t wanna be ashamed
Don’t wanna be to blame
Don’t wanna know your name
Don’t wanna talk about it
Don’t wanna hear about it
Don’t wanna know about it
Don’t wanna see about it
Don’t wanna do about it
No, no
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“…a cosmopolitan fusion…pop music in the most adventurous, inclusive sense of the term.” -The Boston
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Ruby Bird and Billy Carl Mancini, better known as BIRD MANCINI, Boston's acclaimed accordion/guitar rock duo/band features eclectic and at times a bit psychedelic rock with lush vocal arrangements, blues-tinged guitar, accordion, harmonica, and a variety of percussion, bells and whistles.
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