Songs About / On: YELLOW

Standing in the alpha beta parking lot
Watching the sun set
I’ll never forget
Watching all the reds and oranges slip away
Letting go of yet another dirty day read more »

Windy, windy
Looking for a better home
Got me, got me
Runnin’ out of lightbulbs
Cloudy, cloudy
Open to a wastecan
Yellow car, yellow car
Better be inside there read more »

Goin’ under, rats in the cellar
Goin’ under, skin’s turnin’ yellow
Nose is runny, losin’ my connection
Losin’ money, getting no affection read more »

Cool cool water where I rest my head
You keep me running to a single bed
Yellow moon rising on the riverboat wild
You keep me running like a child read more »

Glued to the kerbstone, staring.
Frozen at the stop-sign too.
See that crazy suicide mongrel.
He's going to try to cross that avenue.
Old dog of experience,
ripping through the black and yellow cabs,
dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys.
He's got his mind on someone else's dinner --
Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.

Lives down in some cool, cool basement --
Sharing with a family of bouncy, ratty little guys
Works to a discipline of ritual undertakings --
Sleep, eat, and gentle exercise
Old dog of experience,
ripping through the black and yellow cabs,
dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys.
He's got his mind on someone else's dinner --
Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.

Some towns I know, he could end up in a restaurant --
wrong side of a table for two.
It's enough to send him running, running for cover.
Back into traffic, what's a poor dog to do?
Old mutt of experience,
ripping through the black and yellow cabs,
dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys.
He's got his mind on someone else's dinner --
Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise. read more »

After we die,invading our bodily cavities
the young of insects feed
on our inactive brains
and numb spinal cords
open sores drain slow read more »

I’m sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now read more »

I'm sick & tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied son-of-tricky-dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a bundle of hope
It's money for dope
Money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied son-of-tricky-dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a bucket of soap
It's money for dope
Money for rope
I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mother's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
I've had enough of watching scenes
With schizophrenic, egocentric, paranoiac prima donnas
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied son-of-tricky-dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a bucket of soap
It's money for dope
Money for rope

[Repeat 1st & 2nd verses] read more »

The moon was yellow, and the night was young.
A smile brought us together, and I was wond’ring whether
We’d meet again someday.
The moon was yellow, and a song was sung.
That vocal inspiration gave me the inclination read more »

[words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander]
A-tisket a-tasket
A green-and-yellow basket
I bought a basket for my mommie
On the way I dropped it read more »