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Music
We now have new
homes for the music. In our couple of years on the new music.download.com ,
we're floating around 10,000 downloads! (for how we went in the
pre-crash MP3.com, our original (brief) release in 2003, go here)
Act 1
1. Waves of
cyberspace vocal (lyrics here )
2. A flight of
monkeys pure vocal version
or instrumental (lyrics here )
3. Finishing school vocal (male voice) (lyrics here )
3. Finishing school vocal
(the lovely Jenee Hughes with James B
Mitchell) (lyrics here )
Act 2
1. Waves of
cyberspace (Seahag's Song). LISTEN TO THIS:
The
gorgeous voice of Jenee Hughes.
And the original instrumental
(lyrics here )
10. Break away! Sail away! vocal (lyrics here )
11. What are we supposed to
do? vocal (lyrics here )
16. Lost, forlorn instrumental (lyrics here )
Our
original straw house was blown away by the demise of mp3.com, a demise we're
sure we didn't contribute to, really, we hope. But in the couple of
months we were squatting there, we racked up a couple of thousand
plays...and...
In August 2003, on
mp3.com's worldwide charts
Finishing School reached 2nd in Musicals/Broadway
The Bold Navigator reached 3rd in Musicals/Broadway
If Only reached 3rd
in Musicals/Broadway
A Flight of Monkeys Pure reached 3rd in Classical-Contemporary
Waves of Cyberspace reached 5th worldwide in Opera
Catfish Row reached 9th in Satire,
A Heart that's Golden reached 11th in Satire
and
Washed by Waves and Seahag's Song both
made it into the top 30 of Classical-Romantic
By Politeness and Bonhomee
Ruled made it
into the top 30 of Classical-General
Act 1 No 1: Waves of cyberspace
CHORUS
FAR . . .
OVER A SEA SO DARK AND STRANGE,
WE SEND OUR HEARTS, OUR SPIRITS SEEKING.
WHERE LIES TRUE LAND?
SOME DISTANT STRAND
WHERE TROUBLED SOULS LIE SLEEPING,
WASHED BY WAVES OF CYBERSPACE?
FROM FAR AWAY, FROM FAR AWAY,
OUR VOICES COME TOGETHER.
Lyrics Copyright © 2001-2004 Flying Tadpole
(TJ Fatchen) All Rights Reserved
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Act 1 No 2: A flight of monkeys pure
GILLIGAN
A FLIGHT OF MONKEYS
PURE,
A BLUE COMPUTER SCREEN;
IT'S VIRTUAL BEAUTY, VIRTUAL TRUTH,
OUR VIRTUAL MINDS HAVE SEEN.
GILLIGAN, TADPOLE, LADY SAILOR
YOUR SOUL YOU'RE POURING
FORTH,
THROUGH WINDOWS' WALL OF DEATH.
REALITY
YOU JUST MIGHT SEE,
BUT PLEASE, DON'T HOLD YOUR
BREATH.
REALITY
YOU JUST MIGHT SEE,
BUT PLEASE, DON'T HOLD YOUR
BREATH.
TADPOLE
WHAT YOU SEE IS SIMPLY WHAT
YOU'RE GETTING
CHORUS
WIZZY-WIGGY, WIZZY-WIGGY!
TADPOLE
VIRTUAL WONDERS CAUGHT UP
IN YOUR 'NETTING.
CHORUS
WIZZY-WIGGY, WIZZY-WIGGY!
GILLIGAN
THINK! THIS
NEWSGROUP'S MAINLY HE-MALE TRAFFIC.
CHORUS
WHERE'S THE WOMEN?
WHERE'S THE WOMEN?
GILLIGAN
YET THERE'S NOTHING IN IT
PORNOGRAPHIC!
CHORUS
WHERE'S THE WOMEN?
WHERE'S THE WOMEN?
GILLIGAN, TADPOLE
CAN'T YOU SEE THAT THERE IS
SOMETHING SADLY WRONG,
A MANLY CHORUS ROARING IN FULL
SONG:
INTERNETTING,
EMAILS GETTING,
POSTING ALL DAY LONG!
WE CLAIM THAT WE ALL SAIL,
THAT WE'RE EXPERTS ALL AFLOAT
BUT WHAT THE HECK, YOU JUST CAN'T CHECK
OUR VIRTUAL SAILING BOAT.
CHORUS
BUT WHAT THE HECK, YOU JUST
CAN'T CHECK
OUR VIRTUAL SAILING BOAT.
TADPOLE
DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT
WE'RE ALL SAILORS?
CHORUS
MICKEY MOUSE CLUB, MICKEY
MOUSE CLUB!
TADPOLE
MOST OF US ARE VIRTUAL
SAILING FAILURES!
CHORUS
MICKEY MOUSE CLUB, MICKEY
MOUSE CLUB!
GILLIGAN
HYDROPHOBIACS WITH WORDS
CAROUSING!
CHORUS
YES, THAT'S REALLY
WHAT WE ARE!
GILLIGAN
EGOMANIACS THEIR ITCH
AROUSING!
CHORUS
MICKEY MOUSE CLUB, MICKEY
MOUSE CLUB.
GILLIGAN, TADPOLE
WHO CARES WHAT OR WHO OR
HOW IS REAL?
ALL THAT MATTERS IS THE TOASTY
FEEL
OF FLAMES A-BURNING,
RACKS A-TURNING,
VIRTUAL CRU-EL-TY!!
YOU'RE FREE TO FLY AWAY
O'ER WAVES OF CYBERSPACE
BUT KEEP IN MIND: EXPECT TO FIND
FLAMES FIRING AT YOUR FACE.
YES, KEEP IN MIND: EXPECT TO FIND
FLAMES FIRING AT YOUR FACE!
CHORUS
THAT'S VERY TRUE
INDEED,
YOU'RE HARDLY IN THE RACE,
UNTIL YOU'VE SMELT YOUR EGO MELT
IN FLAMES AIMED AT YOUR FACE.
FOR MOST OF US ARE POSTING FAKE IDENTITIES:
TADPOLE
WRITING TO A
NEWSGROUP'S JUST A FORM OF VANITY.
CHORUS
IT HIDES THE FACT THAT
WE'RE COMPLETE NONENTITIES.
GILLIGAN
AUTHORSHIP'S AS
STRANGE A VESSEL AS YOU'LL EVER
SEE.
CHORUS
OTHERS SEEK TO SPREAD
DISINFORMATION;
LADY SAILOR
CLOGGING EMAIL BOXES
WITH THEIR PETRIFYING SPAM.
CHORUS
EVEN MORE SEND LOGIC ON
VACATION.
GILLIGAN
POSTING POMPOUS
DRIBBLE AND IT ISN'T WORTH A DAMN.
CHORUS
TROLLS MANIPULATING, KILLFILES
FREEZING,
TADPOLE
TRYING TO EMPOWER
THEMSELVES BY DAILY MAKING
STRIFE.
CHORUS
NANNIES, CYBER-NAZIS
POWER-SEIZING!
LADY SAILOR
WE'D BETTER YET ENJOY
THE 'NET IF THEY WOULD LEAVE
AND GET A LIFE.
ALL
COME, LOOK CLOSER STILL AND
YOU WILL CLEARLY SEE
SAD REFLECTIONS OF REALITY!
JUST A MIRROR MURKY,
SHOWING FAILINGS QUIRKY,
JUST A MIRROR,
SUCH A MIRROR,
OF HUMANITY!
TADPOLE
WHAT YOU SEE IS SIMPLY WHAT
YOU'RE GETTING,
LADY SAILOR
IF YOU KEEP ON WITH
THIS INTERNETTING,
GILLIGAN
NORMAL LIVING YOU WILL BE
FORGETTING!
JUST . . .
LIKE . . .
ME!
Lyrics Copyright © 2001-2004 Flying Tadpole
(TJ Fatchen) All Rights Reserved
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Act 1 No 3: Finishing school
SEAHAG
MY FOLKS THEY WANTED ME
A GRADUATE TO BE,
TO FINISH AT THE VERY BEST OF
INTERNATIONAL
SCHOOLS.
BUT WHERE I PUT MY VOTE
WAS TO LIVE MY LIFE AFLOAT,
AND SO I DODGED AND WEAVED AND DUCKED
THEIR RULES!
EACH PLACE I WENT IN TOW,
I'D FIND ANOTHER BEAU,
IF WITH THE BEAU CAME BOAT AND SAIL AS
WELL!
INSTEAD OF SITTING CLASSES,
WE'D BE SIPPING GLASSES,
LAUGHING WHILE WE'RE DANCING ON THE
SWELL.
(MY FOLKS THEY WANTED ME
A GRADUATE TO BE,
BUT ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO SAIL,
MYSELF, AT SEA.)
NOW I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANT,
BUT EVERY PLACE I WENT,
SOME INTERNATIONAL CRISIS OR DISASTER
RAISED ITS
HEAD.
ATTEMPTED COUPS IN GREECE!
WARS IN THE MIDDLE EAST!
AND TOTAL CHAOS IN THE SOUTHERN MED.
THE DIPLOMAT COMMUNITY
KEPT LOSING THEIR IMMUNITY:
"WE WANT THAT WOMAN OUTTA
HERE!" THEY'D SHOUT
THEIR FERVENT PLEAS .
. .
SO HERE'S WHERE I'VE COME TO,
NOT MUCH ELSE I COULD DO:
THEY'VE CHASED ME OUTTA ALL THE SEVEN
SEAS.
(MY FOLKS THEY WANTED ME
A GRADUATE TO BE,
BUT ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO SAIL,
MYSELF, AT SEA.)
HOW PLEASED MY FOLKS'LL BE!
MY BOAT'S STUCK TEMP'RALLY;
HER TIMBERS WRUNG, HER MASTS ALL
SPRUNG, HER SEAMS
WITH HELL TO
PAY.
THEY'LL THINK IT'S REALLY COOL
THAT I'VE GONE BACK TO SCHOOL,
AN INTERNATIONAL STUDENT HERE,
ON-SAILING'NET-
TODAY!
I'M READY NOW TO LEARN
JUST HOW TO FLAME AND BURN,
AND HOW TO USE A KEYBOARD FOR TO WASTE
MY LIFE
AWAY!
I'M SURE I'LL BE THE JEWEL,
NOW I'VE GONE BACK TO SCHOOL,
AN INTERNATIONAL STUDENT ON THE
INTERNET ALL DAY!
(MY FOLKS THEY WANTED ME
A GRADUATE TO BE,
BUT ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO SAIL,
MYSELF, AT SEA.)
Lyrics Copyright © 2001-2004 Flying Tadpole
(TJ Fatchen) All Rights Reserved
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Act 2 No 1: Seahag's Song (Waves of Cyberspace)
SEAHAG
FAR . . .
OVER A SEA . . .
SO STRANGE AND WILD,
I SAIL DREAMING OF ALL THAT I MIGHT YET
ACHIEVE,
OR BE.
WHERE, WHERE
MIGHT I FIND WHAT I WOULD DESIRE,
MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MY HEART, MY MEANING?
FAR FROM THIS SHORE!
YET HERE STILL I STAY,
I'LL LET TOMORROW PAY,
I'LL GO TEMPTATION'S WAY!
YES I WILL,
YES I WILL!
YES, I'VE TIME YET TO PLAY HERE,
WATCHING, WAITING,
LAUGHING, LOVING,
WATCHING STILL!
Lyrics Copyright © 2001-2004 Flying Tadpole
(TJ Fatchen) All Rights Reserved
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Act 2 No 10: Break Away! Sail Away!
CAPT. CREEL
YOU MUST ALL SEE!
YOU MUST ALL SEE
WHY TO FOLLOW ME!
WHY
YOU ALL SHOULD STRIVE
TO LIVE YOUR LIVES
AFLOAT AND FREE!
CHORUS
WHO, ME?
CAN'T BE!
CIRCUM-STANCES
HOLD AND SURROUND ME!
MOR-GIDGE!
JOBS, KIDS!
HOME, FAMILY!
CAPT. CREEL
BREAK AWAY! BE YOUR
OWN MAN!
SAIL AWAY! LIVE FREE
-- YOU CAN!
YOU . . .
CAN CONTROL YOUR DESTINY TOO:
BREAK AWAY, SAIL AWAY!
BREAK AWAY! DO AS I DO,
SAILING! LIVE AS I LIVE:
SAILING, YES SAILING, JUST SAILING
FREE!
CHORUS
WHAT, US?
NOT US!
CIRCUM-STANCES
LEAP OUT AND STOP US!
ONE DAY,
YEAH SOME DAY,
WE'LL BREAK FREE,
WE'LL SAIL FREE,
SO WHAT'S . . .
. . . THE . . . .FUSS?
CAPT. CREEL
PUTZES, PUTZES ALL!
A BUNCH OF PUTZES YOU ARE!
NONE OF YOU WILL
MAKE REAL SAILORS,
MAKE REAL SAILORS,
NONE!
YOU'RE CONTENT TO STAY HERE,
VICTIMS ALL YOUR OWN!
IS THERE NOT A ONE OF YOU WHO SEES?!!
YOU SIMPLY AREN'T WORTH THE TRAWL!
FOOLS! PUTZES ALL!
ALL OF YOU ARE PUTZES, ALL!
Lyrics Copyright © 2001-2004 Flying Tadpole
(TJ Fatchen) All Rights Reserved
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Act 2 No 11: Whadda We Supposed to DO?
CHORUS
WHADDA WE SUPPOSED TO DO?
WHY SHOULD WE ALL COPY YOU?
WHY DO YOU KEEP NAGGING AT US, AND THE WAY WE
WANT OUR LIVES TO BE?
WHY DO YOU KEEP SHAKING UP OUR
TREE?
EVERYBODY WE KNOW (EVERYBODY!)
TELLS US WHERE WE SHOULD GO
(EVERYBODY!)
WHAT TO DO AND
WHAT TO THINK AND
HOW TO RUN OUR LIVES!
WHADDA WE SUPPOSED TO DO?
WHY SHOULD WE ALL COPY YOU?
EVERYBODY WE KNOW
TELLS US WHERE WE SHOULD GO,
WHERE TO STAND AND WHERE TO TOE THE LINE;
THEY JUST KEEP AT US ALL THE TIME!
YOU.... GIVE OUT PHILOSOPHY!
U....SEFUL AS A FISH UP A TREE!
WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT ALL OF US ARE
SHOUTING LOUD AND CLEAR?
WHY DON'T YOU JUST LET ALL OF US PLAY
ON HERE?
EMAILS WE FIND A PAIN (EVERY SINGLE WORD)
LESSONS WE FIND A STRAIN (EVERY SINGLE
WORD)
CAN'T YOU SEE THAT
WE JUST WANT TO
BE SOMEONE FOR A CHANGE?
WHADDA WE SUPPOSED TO DO?
WHY SHOULD WE ALL COPY YOU?
EVERYBODY WE KNOW
TELLS US WHERE WE SHOULD GO,
WHERE TO STAND AND WHERE TO TOE THE LINE;
THEY JUST KEEP AT US ALL THE TIME!
WHADDA WE SUPPOSED TO DO?
WHY SHOULD WE ALL COPY YOU?
WHY DO YOU KEEP NAGGING AT US, AND THE WAY WE
WANT OUR LIVES TO BE?
WHY DO YOU KEEP SHAKING UP OUR
TREE?
EVERYBODY WE KNOW (EVERYBODY!)
TELLS US WHERE WE SHOULD GO
(EVERYBODY!)
WHAT TO DO AND
WHAT TO THINK AND
HOW TO RUN OUR LIVES . . . .
(twice)WHADDA WE SUPPOSED TO DO?
WHY SHOULD WE ALL COPY YOU?
IF WE ONLY COULD KNOW
WHERE THE HELL WE COULD GO
TO GET AWAY, ESCAPE AND CROSS THAT LINE,
WHERE NO-ONE'S AT US ALL THE TIME!
Lyrics Copyright © 2001-2004 Flying Tadpole
(TJ Fatchen) All Rights Reserved
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Act 2 No 16: Lost, Forlorn
KATYSAILS
LOST, GONE,
ALL THAT I LOOKED FOR, LONGED FOR,
ALL GONE . . .
I'M LEFT HERE HURTING, LOST, FORLORN.
ALL THAT I DESIRED,
AND ALL I WANTED US, EACH ONE TO BE,
ALL THE GOOD, THE JOY,
THE HAPPINESS, THE TEARS, THE HONESTY,
DRIFTS AWAY, BEYOND MY REACH AND VISION,
DRIFTS, AND LEAVES ME LOST, FORLORN.
WHY, WHY?
WHY MUST WE END SO BADLY?
WHY, WHY,
DOES ALL THE BEST FADE SADLY AWAY?
CAN'T WE TRY, ONCE MORE?
WE'D GET IT RIGHT WITH JUST ANOTHER
CHANCE.
WE COULD BE THE WAY
WE WERE WHEN WE BEGAN THE DANCE.
WE COULD STILL BE WHAT I HOPED FOR, SEARCHED
FOR,
NOT THIS ACHING, BROKEN, TORN.
LOST, NOW:
YOUR HEART'S GONE FROM MY KEEPING . .
.
DUST, NOW:
I STAND HERE WEEPING, LOST, FORLORN.
Lyrics Copyright © 2001-2004 Flying Tadpole
(TJ Fatchen) All Rights Reserved
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