MERCY (Words and Music by George Kander)
Well, I ain’t quite got it yet, whatever it is that I was supposed to get. And it ain’t for lack of trying. And it ain’t for lack of crying, no. You got me on my knees, and I’m already there. I beg you darling please show me some mercy. Now you tell me you’re confused. And I’m telling you I’m not. Ain’t gonna waste my whole life searching for something I already got. You got me on my knees, etc. Well you know how people love to hate. And its easy to get hard as hell. But I think this world could be really great. If we’d only stop doing it to ourselves. You got me on my knees, etc. Now if I had to write a little love song to get you coming running back to me I think it’d sound a little bit like this one. Oh darling can’t you see? You got me on my knees, etc.
LOVE IS OUT OF FASHION (Words and Music by George Kander)
Love is out of fashion and hate is all the rage. Fuck compassion and die hippie, die hippie die. In the world you created, love was supposed to win. But what about those who hated? Forgot about them. Let’s not be idealistic. Let’s get realistic. Love is out of fashion.
WHEREVER YOU ARE (Words and Music by George Kander)
Thought I saw you today - happens almost everyday. You had grown up so strong and good and you told me that you understood. Wherever you are, I love you. Wherever you are, I miss you. Wherever you are, I hope you know I’d be with you if I could. Well, it was two years ago today they took me away, and well and now I know I did my share of wrong ah, but its been so long. Wherever you are, etc. Thought I saw you today and it made me wanna say I’m missing the very heart of me and I’d be with you if I could. Daddy’d be there if he could.
MY CROWDED MIND (Words and Music by George Kander)
You gotta take it easy, baby - stay in line. You gotta keep the roiling, boiling, churning, burning locked inside. Ooo - my crowded mind. You gotta relax now, baby - keep it fine. Because you know it ain’t no good when your amygdala’s working overtime. Ooo - my crowded mind. You gotta take it easy, baby - keep control ‘cuz you know my urges snap, crackle, pop, and fizzle deep below. Ooo - my crowded mind. When the train left the station there were two lights on behind. The red light was my baby, and the green light was my mind. You gotta take it easy, baby - stay in line you gotta keep the roiling, boiling, churning, burning locked inside. Ooo - my crowded mind
RWB (Words and Music by George Kander)
Sweet, sweet, bittersweet right from the start. Stole our destiny and tore it apart. Red is the color of our skin, and white is the color of our eyes, and blue is the color of our skies. Clear, clear, chrystal clear like eyes to the lost. Out to build a Nation blind to the cost. Red is the color of our crown, and white is the color of our lies, and blue is the color of our blood. True, true, tried and true once through again. Time will teach the just the wages of sin. Red is the color of our blood, and white is the color of our skin, and blue is the color of our sins. Blue is the color of our sins.
HARD TO LOVE (Words and Music by George Kander)
Girl, its been raining, but between the raindrops there’s a ray of sunlight high above the treetops. Cuz its a long, long way down when you fall - rain comes without a sound and covers all. I know its hard to love me, but between the teardrops there’s a ray of sunshine until the rain stops. Cuz its a long, long way down when you fall - rain comes without a sound and covers all. Now, I know its hard, dear yeah, but when its clear... For he maketh his sun to rise on the wicked and the good and sendeth rain on the just and the unjust alike. Girl, its been raining, but between the raindrops there’s a ray of sunlight high above the treetops. And its a long, long way down when you fall.
GENIUS OR ASSHOLE? (Words and Music by George Kander)
Kanye West Genius or Asshole? Chou En-Lai Genius or Asshole? Clint Eastwood Genius or Asshole? Steve Jobs Genius or Asshole? Malcolm X Genius or Asshole? Picasso Genius or Asshole? Martin Luther Genius or Asshole? Sigmund Freud Genius or Asshole? Edward Teller Genius or Asshole? Nikolai Tesla Genius or Asshole? Charles Darwin Genius or Asshole? Marlon Brando Genius or Asshole? Machiavelli Genius or Asshole? Karl Marx Genius or Asshole? Bobby Fisher Genius or Asshole? Aristotle Genius or Asshole? Isaac Newton Genius or Asshole? John Lennon Genius or Asshole? Henry Ford Genius or Asshole? George Kander Genius or Asshole? George Kander Genius or Asshole?
Beneath the Lake (Words and Music by George Kander)
Beneath the lake, I saw my mistake was loving you. Now I see lights a’flashing and guns a’pointing and weapons drawn, and I ain’t gonna escape and what am I, what am I gonna do? But its alright ‘cuz Everywhere I see see crosses and they look like phalluses and babies look like geniuses and idiots are quoting Jesus but I guess I’m doing fine. And by that, I think I might be alright. Beneath the lake, I saw my mistake was loving you. Beneath the lake. Now, they got me locked down 23/7 and I got this blanket pulled over my head because they never turn off the lights and they won’t turn on the heat and they won’t let me wear socks because they don’t know what I might do and you know they’re right ‘cuz I might do it, too. Everywhere I see see crosses and they look like penises and babies look like Jesus and idiots are geniuses well I guess I’ll be fine. And by that, I think I might be alright. Beneath the lake, I saw my mistake was loving you.
HAND OUT MY POCKET (Words and Music by George Kander)
Well I went to my Uncle - his name is Sam. He said he’d help me, but it was a scam. And when I went to hug him, I felt something funny. I wanted love, but he wanted my money. Get your hand out my pocket Sam - say it again. Get your hand out my pocket - I think its a sin. Get your hand out my pocket man - say it again. Get your hand out my pocket - and we can be friends. Eyes full of wonder, I met a girl. She gave me love, so I gave her my world. And I worked like a slave to make a name. Now she’s gone, but the payments remain. Get your hand out my pocket girl - say it again. Get your hand out my pocket - I think its a sin. Get your hand out my pocket baby - say it again. Get your hand out my pocket - and we can be friends. Now I don’t think its funny the way you spend my money, honey. I know you gotta pay to play - but don’t play me. Wanna take me for a ride? This car ain’t got no more gas! Broke down and dirty, fresh out the can, I met a pretty young thing and she took me by the hand, and Lord knows I love her, but when I get that feeling I gotta say, “Wait a minute baby- quit your stealing” and, Get your hand out my pocket baby - say it again. Get your hand out my pocket - I think its a sin. Get your hand out my pocket honey - say it again. Get your hand out my pocket - and we can be friends. Now my bed is empty and so’s my wallet. My refrigerator has only two beers left in it. Well, maybe Jesus will fill it up again, but I hear the Devil knocking, and I might let him in, but I’d tell him Get your hand out my pocket devil - say it again. Get your hand out my pocket - I think its a sin. Get your hand out my pocket devil - say it again. Get your hand out my pocket - and we can be friends. Well, you’re living on fancy wine, while I’m drinking turpentine. Hey, when I said I was fat I wasn’t talking about my wallet, baby!
SHIFTING SANDS ((Words and Music by The West Coast Experimental Pop Art Band)
You know the love I gave you is slipping through your hands, because I was born to wander like the shifting of the sands. They say that I did hurt you but they don’t understand, that I was born to wander like the shifting of the sands. They say that I will follow to where my heart commands, for I was born to wander like the shifting of the sands.