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The Caftan Song
03:29
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Ooh
Ahh
Mmm
What should I wear today? Hmm.
Something that says
“I don’t care what they say.” Uh uh.
Something shapeless, and equally bold
A unique garment that makes me feel hot, and yet, so cold.
Warmed by that day-off glow and
Kissed by the sun
I float through my closet
And ah! I’ve found the one.
One square of fabric, and just two holes.
One for your head, and one for where the rest goes.
The only thing I want to wear for the rest of my lifespan.
Is my flowy showy, billowy caftan.
Ooh
Ahh
Mmm I can breathe
Ooh I’m swimming!
Write me a postcard, and do it post-haste.
Tell me all of your thoughts and dreams,
Use extra postage just in case.
Sign it date it, and hand it off to the mailman.
Address it to my naked body because now I live in this caftan.
Key change!
One square of fabric, and just two holes
I always wanted to live in a blanket, so this works, I suppose
The only thing I want to wear for the rest of my lifespan
Is my flowy showy, billowy caftan.
One size fits all.
I bought it at the mall.
For a good time call…
Somebody else.
If it involves putting a bra on, I don’t wanna hafta see you.
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2. |
The Mists of Arbor
04:37
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See the wild woman dancing in the clear
As if no one can see or hear her
Mm-hmm
In the summer when the sun’s so bright
She can always be seen with a jug at her side
Mm-hmm
And she rides the mists of Arbor
To her one true Sutter Home
She wanders barefoot down to Franzia
The box she calls her own
Hey!
There’s Carlo,
Hey!
and there’s Rossi
Hey!
With Andre in the dist
Hey hey!
She can see them ever so clearly
Amongst the Arbor Mist
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Lai lai lai lai lai lai
Lai lai
Hop Charlie Kangaroo do as you do
Wag your yellowtail
Guide our heroine through the thick and thin
Let her set sail
Don’t lead her astray, bring her good luck
Maybe lend her some pocket cash, like two bucks, chuck
And she rides the mists of Arbor
To her one true Sutter Home
She wanders barefoot down to Franzia
The box she calls her own
Hey!
There’s Carlo,
Hey!
and there’s Rossi
Hey!
With Andre in the dist
Hey hey!
She can see them ever so clearly
Amongst the Arbor Mist
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Lai lai lai lai lai lai
Lo lo lo lo lo lo
Ooh!
I’m feeling dizzy
I am spinning
So quickly.
And ooh!
I’ve a headache
Not from alcohol volume but from sugar.
And ooh!
I feel free now
I am sparkling
Like this wine. And -
Ooh!
I am living
This is me now all the time
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Lai lai lai lai lai lai
Lo lo lo lo lo lo
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
And she rides the mists of Arbor
To her one true Sutter Home
She wanders barefoot down to Franzia
The box she calls her own
Hey!
There’s Carlo,
Hey!
and there’s Rossi
Hey!
With Andre in the dist
Hey hey!
She can see them ever so clearly
Amongst the Arbor Mist
Ha cha!
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3. |
Lunar Sisters
03:01
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When the moon is in or-orbit
At exactly the right time
I know what’s happening in you
And you know in mine
Just once a month
I think what you think
Shedding our sorrows
While truly in sync
Lunar Sisters
Matrons of the Moon
Bleeding in tandem
Instead of eating for two
The body is mysterious
And the mind is too
How does it do
What it does gotta do?
Twelve times a year
Or for you some of you just a few
I drop some ova
And I know you do too
Ooh - ooh - ooh - ooh
Ooh - ooh - ooh - ooh
Ahh - ahh - ahh - ahh
Ooh - ooh - ooh - ooh
Lunar Sisters
Matrons of the Moon
Bleeding in tandem
Instead of eating for two
I love you
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Come meet all of my children
Yes, they all are plants
You won’t be surprised to find us together
Every moment we have the chance
I provide to keep them alive and nourished
From mother above
That’s why I picked something inanimate that for life
Needs only love
Ooh -
Come meet all of my children
They’re healthy and they’re green
Never will they ever talk back to me
So kind, never mean
Sometimes I forget to give them water
Admittedly some have died
But, now, I can boast
At least I tried
Time may be fleeting
But there’s plenty when you’re a seedling
Children’s feeling are bound to be hurt
But not when they’re literal dirt
Ooh
Ahh
Come meet all of my children
They’ll greet you at the door
And all the windows and the tops of bookcases
And covering the floor
I’m running out of planters and I’m running out of space,
They’re overrunning my life to its core
But, fuck it, I’ll buy just one more…
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5. |
Plantasmagoria
02:14
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6. |
You Have a Dog
02:30
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You have a dog
You have a dog
You have a dog
I don’t like dogs
But I like you
But I like you
But I like you
But I like you
Go to the beach - with your dog
Eat a peach - with your dog
Play in the sun - with your dog
Go for a run - Ah! Ah!
Watch a movie - with your dog
Drink a smoothie - with your dog
Having a fun day - with your dog
Easter Sunday! - with your dog
You have a dog
You have a dog
You have a dog
I don’t like dogs
But I like you
But I like you
But I like you
But I like you
...but she’s growing on me
Sit on the couch - with your dog
Mend a blouse - with your dog
Going to the dog park - with your dog
Rub upon some tree bark - with your dog
Go to bed crooning - with your dog
Wake up spooning - with your dog
Spilling the tea - with your dog
Can I just be…? - with your dog
2, 3, 4!
Whaddaya do with a dude with a dog yeah
Whaddaya do with a dude with a dog yeah
Whaddaya do with a dude with a dog
Whadda hell do you do with that dude today man?
Whaddaya do with a dude with a dog yeah
Whaddaya do with a dude with a dog yeah
Whaddaya do with a dude with a dog
Whadda hell do you do with that dude today man?
Big finish!
You have a dog
You have a dog
You have a dog
I don’t like dogs
But I like you
But I like you
But I like you
But I like you
Arf arf arf arf arf
Arf arf arf arf arf
Arf arf arf arf arf
Arf arf arf awooooooo
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7. |
Sex in the Summer
02:33
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Sex in the summer
So hot never a bummer
Except all the sweat, and the smells
Are kinda intense - when you just like everything clean ok?
But sex in the summer
You can get it on, instead of eating dinner
You can open your window, enjoy a cool breeze,
And keep your Claritin handy, for all your seasonal allergies
Sex in the summer!
You gotta shower before, and also after
It’s cooler in the shower, because you haven’t put in your AC unit yet
Sex in the summer
Sex in the summer
Sex in the summer
Take it!
Sex in the summer
Smelling rank, still get your number
Queen of the block, king with a plan
Coming for the neighborhood, call me your alderman
Sex in the summer
Sex in the summer
Sex in the summer
Yeah
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8. |
Full Moon Cry
03:30
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Ahh
Ahh
When was the last time you rode this ride called life
Without welling up and you don't know why?
Even when everything goes your way
You feel the tears coming day after day
But look up at your pal, the night sky
There ain't no need to ask why god why
His face is full and he's smiling wide
You're just having yourself a full moon cry
Having yourself a full moon cry
The sky opened up and so did your eye
Don't need a cause and here's the effect
Not time to pause but lots to regret
The more time goes on and on the more we just sob
On and on and on and on and on and
On and on and on and on and on and
On and on and on and on and on and
Being a human in this day and age
Means feeling your feelings, it's all the rage
The funny thing is we don't have a choice
The tears just come in a full-formed voice
But look at a calendar, and you will see
Might have to do with good ol' Mercury
Or I hate to say it, gotta be blunt
Just might be the time of the month
Having yourself a full moon cry
Feels pretty good, not gonna lie
Find myself howling with all of the wolves
Really I'm bawling and there are no wolves
It's just me openly crying, walking through my apartment
On and on and on and on and on and
On and on and on and on and on and
On and on and on and on and on and
It's been a sad season
And I know the reason
It's not 'cause you broke my heart all too soon
It's because of the full moon
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Plucky Rosenthal Chicago, Illinois
Called "...daffy and sweetly outlandish..." by the Chicago Tribune, Plucky Rosenthal infuses cheeky songwriting into her vintage-style tunes.
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