SOME PEOPLE

Written by Salminen & Laakso

Some people wanna be Jesus

Some people wanna be a star

Most people wanna be someone else

But I just wanna be on my own 

I just wanna be on my own 

Some people live in a mansion

Other people live in the street

Most people lost their direction

They just wanna find their way home

They just wanna find their way home

Some people can't hold their liquor

Some people drink like a boss

Most people drink in a civilized way

But I just wanna drink

I just wanna drink and forget

Some people ask the questions

Some people have the answers

Most people question nothing at all

They just wanna watch TV

They just wanna watch TV

Few people stand like a mountain, 

While the rest of us hide in the shade

Too scared to stand up and be counted

Too scared to stand out in the crowd

Too scared to stand out in the crowd

Some people say it's a privilege

Some people say it's a duty

Most people say nothing at all

They just close their ears 

They just close their ears and their eyes

RIGHT AS RAIN

Written by Salminen & Laakso

Hey, mama, play me some of that

Hot gypsy jazz

You know I like that huff and puff 

And that razzamatazz

The war is gone

The party's over

Time for one last drink

And in the morning

Right as rain

Oh, don't you worry

I'm okay

Hey, mama, play me some of that

Boogie woogie jazz

You know I like that Chicken Walk 

And Louisiana brass

The money's gone

The party's over

Buy me one last drink

And in the morning

Right as rain

Oh, don't you worry

I'm okay

Everything 

Will turn out right

The world is built on that

It's just a play

Of light and shadow

On God's kitchen wall

Everything 

Will turn out right

The world is built on that

It's just a play

Of light and shadow

On God's kitchen wall

Right as Rain

Right as Rain

AMERICAY

Written by Salminen & Laakso

Maggie, my dear, will you give me a beer

and a glass of your finest whiskey

for this is the day I'm going away, 

I'm sailing for Americay

Americay

You can weep all you will, soaking your till in

salty, salty water, 

but tonight we will sing we'll drink and we'll sing

a toast to Americay

Americay

Americay

I'm sick and I'm weary down to my bones

of working this barren land

I will rather go down

in a watery grave than

die with a spade in my hand

(INSTRUMENTAL)

Maggie, my dear, will you wait for me still

when all you have left is hope

for one day, God willing

I'll stand at your door

You can weep all you will, soaking your till in

salty, salty water, 

but tonight we will sing, we'll drink and we'll sing

a toast to Americay

Americay

Americay

I DREAMT I WOKE UP

Written by Salminen & Laakso

I dreamt I woke up

On a bed in a room

That I shared with you

Such a long time ago

In a town in a land

By the sea near the strand

In colours so bright

In black and white

And this one's for you

A bit short, but it's true

All the names, all the places

All the familiar faces

I do, I remember

I remember

And therefore I am

I dreamt I woke up

Was in the middle of the day

And you'd gone away

I was lost without direction

And I still am, today

Though the colors have faded

And the voices grown dim

And this one's for you

A bit short, but it's true

All the names, all the places

All the familiar faces

I do, I remember

I remember

And therefore I am

And therefore I am

And therefore I am

PRETEND I'M DEAD

Written by Salminen & Laakso

One of these mornings

I'm gonna get up and find me

A brand new bag of bones

One of these mornings

One of these mornings

I'm gonna get up and find me

A great big bottle of courage

One of these mornings

But until that day

It's best I stay

Right here in bed

And pretend I'm dead

One of these days

I swear I'm gonna mend my ways

Right after this head stops hurting

One of these days

One of these days

When I have drunk the rivers dry

And when I know the reason why

Well that'll be the day

But until that day

It's best I stay

Right here in bed

And pretend I'm dead

oh, you must have been a most beautiful baby

Written by Salminen & Laakso

We are all born

Naked and nameless

Wrinkled and helpless

We are all born

By the time we are thirty

We are smelly and dirty

And liars and cheaters

And drunken wife beaters

Are nobody's babies

Nobody's babies

No, nobody's babies...no more

Oh, you must have been a most beautiful baby

The most beautiful babe of them all

Oh, you must have been a most beautiful baby

The most beautiful babe of them all

By the time we are thirty

We are smelly and dirty

And liars and cheaters

And drunken wife beaters

Are nobody's babies

Nobody's babies

No, nobody's babies...no more

Nobody's babies no more

Oh, you must have been a most beautiful baby

The most beautiful babe of them all

Oh, you must have been a most beautiful baby,

The most beautiful babe of them all

The most beautiful…

Babe... 

Of them all

SPIKE MILLIGAN

Written by Salminen & Laakso

I wish I were

Spike Milligan

a murderer

a hooligan

Irish bastard

just like mustard

not to everybody's taste

How I miss

Spike Milligan's

silly old

shenanigans

from a hilltop

from a grave

Marlene Dietrich needs a shave

Free as a bird

you were chained to the ground

are you happy now, at last

with the sweet, sweet silence

Free is just a word

just a crippled man's illusion

the only thing that's true

is the sweet

sweet

silence

the man in blue

Written by Salminen & Laakso

The man in blue

said he lost his shoe

I say he lost his direction

but that's nothing new

'Cause you can lose your soul

when you go for the money

and if you go for the money

there is no coming back

if you go for the money

there is no coming back

So whatcha gonna do big brother

whatcha gonna do

when nobody will listen

when there is no one to talk to

The man in blue said

here's what I'm a gonna do

I'll go get all my friends

there's still one or two

I'll go get all my friends

there's still one or two

there's still one or two

The man in blue…

The man in blue…

The man in blue…

The man in blue...

We're gonna raise a tent

we're gonna raise a holler

you're gonna spread the news

there's gonna be a party

There's gonna be some food

that's good for the soul

there is gonna be music

sweet, sweet music

there is gonna be music

sweet, sweet music

sweet, sweet music

sweet, sweet music

I KNOW, MAN

Written by Salminen & Laakso

From New York to Albuquerque 

they all hate beef jerky

in old Alabama you can't use a hammer

and if you do they'll throw you in jail

In Tuscaloosa 

where everyone’s a winner

they serve filet mignon 

for dinner

And the doctor said I must be out of my head

The doctor said I should get out of my bed

But the world is a strange old place, I know, man

the world is a strange old place

The world is a strange old place, you don't say

Oh, the world is a strange old place

I know, man

Now, the opposite of wrong is right

and the opposite of darkness is light

and opposite the Hermitage in old St. Petersburg

they celebrate the summer nights with sparkling wine

Oh yes, they do

And the doctor said I must be out of my head

The doctor said I should get out of my bed

And yes, it's a beautiful place, I know, man

I've been there - a beautiful place

The world is a beautiful place, you don't say

oh, such a beautiful place

And yes, it's a beautiful place, I know, man

I've been there - a beautiful place

The world is a beautiful place, you don't say

oh, such a beautiful place

I know, man

prima ballerina

Written by Salminen, Laakso, Pennanen & Tuomola

Someone put the lights on

Wake up sleepy eyes

Hoarfrost on the window 

Against the starry skies

It's time to go, get on your feet

It's time to go, sleepy little parakeet

Cold in the courtyard

Drizzle in the wind

Hay bales on the skyline

Scarecrows on the beat

It's time to go, get on your feet

Past the shadows 'cross the cobbled city streets

She is dancing in to your bedroom

like a prima ballerina dressed so fine

on her way to the limelights bright

past the guardians of the night

Mistress of the morning light 

There's footsteps in the alleyways

Footsteps in the street

Hurry past my window

Where the busy people meet

It's time to go, get on your feet

Past the shadows 'cross the cobbled city streets

She is dancing in to your bedroom

like a prima ballerina dressed so fine

on her way to the limelights bright

past the guardians of the night

Mistress of the morning light 

gotta run this body down

I would not call myself a cruel or a bad man

I only hurt the ones I love plus me, myself and I

Just a bottle of thunder

an apartment six feet under

I gotta run this body down

run this body down

run this body down

I gotta run this body down

I went down, Moses, went down to Egypt land

where they speak in strange languages I do not understand

I saw the pointed wonders

I wasn't that impressed

just an awful lot of stone

an awful lot of stone

I gotta run this body down

I gotta run this body down

Never knew I had a home 'til I lost the one I lived in

the floods have taken everything from everyone I know

Hand-me-downs and handouts 

to keep the cold away

a cardboard box next door 

for a family of four

I gotta run this body down

I gotta run this body down

I gotta run this body down

I gotta run this body down

I would not call myself a cruel or a bad man

I only hurt the ones I love plus me, myself and I

Just a bottle of thunder

an apartment six feet under

I gotta run this body down

run this body down

run this body down

I gotta run this body down

number seven in hillbilly heaven

I was the king of the gamblers

prince of the ramblers

boxcar-Joe from Ohio

I rode the Midnight Special

But candy words and glossy pictures

they bought me this trailer

Number Seven in Hillbilly Heaven is my name now

Number Seven in Hillbilly Heaven, that's my address

Goodbye Gumbo

goodbye my baby

I'll send you a postcard

definitely, maybe

Hello blue skies

this is paradise

I'm never going back again

I'm never going back again

I'm gonna drink corn whiskey

eat armadillo eggs

sit on my porch all day long

I'm gonna chew tobacco 

Candy words and glossy pictures

they bought me this trailer

Number Seven in Hillbilly Heaven is my name now

Number Seven in Hillbilly Heaven, that's my address

Goodbye Gumbo

goodbye my baby

I'll send you a postcard

definitely, maybe

Hello blue skies

this is paradise

I'm never going back again

I'm never going back again

Tipperary

It's a long way to Tipperary
and I can hear that whistle blow
The leaves are falling, the trains are calling
so a'rambling I must go

Oh, fare thee well
sweet painted ladies
I can't stay any more -
It's a long, long way to Tipperary
so kindly show me to the door

If I did not sail the seven oceans
then I did not sail one
There are ladies in many a harbour town
that would gladly bear me a son

They bathed me in a tub of whisky
washed me in a barrel of rhum
oiled me engine with ale and porter
Left me to dry out in the sun

Poor, Poor, Broken Heart

What's that I see on the table
what's that lying on the ground
what's that she's holding in her hands
My poor, poor broken heart

What is the price of a grain of rice
what is the price of pride
What is the thing I miss the most
My poor, poor broken heart  

And dancing across the floor
she went dancing through the door
dead poets falling from her lips
Yeats and Russell, I believe

And angels under her sway
like breadcrumbs will show the way
There's gingerbread and lily water
floating in the wind

Angel from Archangel

My angel from Archangel
how I've missed you all these years
My angel from Archangel
tell me how do I melt those tears

Come in from the cold my dear
It's much warmer by the fire
Yes, I know, we've both grown old
and so much wiser by the year

Once we were free
bohemian gypsies
Berlin and Paris
in between the great wars

To be young and a fool
the inescapable rule
to go where the wind blows
and always be true 

But freedom's a lie
It's easy to see
When you're bound by a longing
to always be free

My angel from Archangel
how the years go by so fast
My angel from Archangel
never thought that it would last

Come in from the cold my dear
It's much warmer by the fire
And we'll talk about the good times
Now that you're finally here

My angel from Archangel

All songs written by Salminen & Laakso except where indicated.