1. |
Radio Keneally, Part 1
01:45
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2. |
Li'l
10:43
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3. |
Party Poopers
03:00
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“Hey, hey, hey, man...have you been to this…”
“What what what WHAT what?”
“Hey have you been to this place called Party Poopers?”
“Party Poop-- wha-- I, I don’t know what you’re TALKING about!”
“We-- we-ell listen to this!”
Doo doot doot doo
Doo doot doot doo
Doo doot doot doo dooo
Doo doot doot doo doot
Doo doot doooo
“Oh!”
Doot doo doot doo dooo doo-doot do-doooo
“Yeah, Party Poopers, it’s big and red and it’s shaped like a weasel and it smells like a basketball, and it doesn’t cost very much to get in and you get in there...lots of stuff to do and you dance and maybe buy a couple of drinks and you set down ‘cause yer tired, and then you get up and you order another drink, and it’s fun! Party Poopers, yeah!”
(cut to the interior of Party Poopers. Mild revelry ensues)
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4. |
Ding
00:04
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5. |
Radio Keneally, Part 2
01:38
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6. |
Hello (Live)
02:48
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7. |
Click (Live)
03:56
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8. |
Father's Day (Live)
03:59
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Sir Holler
Bump into a dream
And remind yourself of what the prophets have seen
Man, a simple class of rodent flotsam, has screamed
And I suppose
The sun has rose
On the last known instance of hot-air dreams
Sir Holler
Wide open wide
As the lightning tumbles crazily across the sky
And another few hundred miles roll by
And I suppose
The story’s closed
On that fated rose
Which prompt explodes in my soul
In my soul
In my soul
In my soul
In my soul
Throw yourself to anyplace
And watch the humans race
You long for the days of your youth obsessively
Small, remembered objects, events and sensations
from your youth assume tremendous significance
Sir Holler
Sail under the bridge
Like you did when you and your brother were kids
Look back on yourself and see what you did
And forgive that poor soul
You knew not what you did
But soon you’ll know
In the warmest depths of your soul
In your soul
In your soul
In your soul
In your soul
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9. |
Sun Flute
06:10
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Use the word “epaulets” rather romantically
Gaze at my face changing color in the sun
This truth’s empirical: life is a miracle
Bow-card Canyon?
You say “cling clang” like an emperor
Changing bass strings in the evening sun
I ain’t satirical: life is a miracle
Bow-card Canyon?
Why, why so hard for me to cry?
Locked up, blocked up, why why why?
Looking for ammo to use in the war
you’ve waged against those who love you
You live in the wrong side of your heart
Sun Flute! Caught in a dream!
It’s like a red flute ticking the hours
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10. |
Radio Keneally, Part 3
01:02
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11. |
The Big Ending
00:09
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Mike Keneally San Diego, California
Mike Keneally has been a lot of things in his 35 year career: stunt guitarist/keyboardist, singer/songwriter, orchestral
composer, producer, music director, painter, and more. After getting his start in Frank Zappa’s legendary 1988 big band, Keneally released his first solo album hat. in 1992. Since then he has released dozens more and is working on a new double album.
Learn more at keneally.com
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