listenJohn Gibson: trumpet
Les Harris: tenor sax
Moe: synth, noises
Bob Crawford: piano
Jeff Calvin: guitars
Joshua Zucker: bass
Danny Descalzo: tamborine
Brian Salter: sequencing, synth
David "Deebs" Black: drums
Tina, Peter, Jenn, Jeanette, Angelico, Saint Mike: vocals
Groove
Takes Over
Moe
©1996 The Purple Room
Morning comes and like a scream the sun is shining
Feel it rushing back, the tide of blue so soon returning
Can't remember feeling happy free and clear
Then I hear that rhythm, once again my heart is pounding
The groove takes over
Sadness takes cover
Walking down the street, whispering the beat, it keeps me breathing
Shake my body out, see the sun is out, and soon I'm smiling
Tell her, take her best shot, I've got friends right here
Thank you James... Maceo... Fred, Clyde and Bootsy
The groove takes over
The groove's my lover
(trumpet, guitar solos)
When the blues get you
You gotta get off the bunk and funk the groove
Moe: vocals, synth, organ
Trisha Varley: vocals
John Gibson: trumpet
Les Harris: tenor sax
Bob Crawford: rhodes
Jeff Calvin: guitars
Joshua Zucker: bass
Josh Greenberg: shaker, tamborine, rainstick
Danny Descalzo: congas
David "Deebs" Black: drums
Life
Is Funky
Moe
©1996 The Purple Room
Yesterday, I was walking down the street and feeling
Just great, the sun was shining down, I saw this
Guy there, used to live on my block, sitting on the
Sidewalk, like he didn't see it coming
He wasn't really a friend but I knew his dog and we shared
a laugh or two
If you give him change he'll make Sonny howl for you
It was the first time I had seen a living person cross that
Fine line between down and out
And I could see that life is funky
Shows no mercy for the underdog
Babbles like a charming junkie
Keeps us listening to the story
In my town there are lots of fancy houses, fancy
People sipping cappuccino, and in the
Next block, folks are going kinda' crazy 'cause they're
Out of work, in a sea of money
Everywhere I go there's a new boutique trying to be the
latest thing
Next to a guy selling Street Sheet magazine
I shouldn't get into it, but can't there be some way to
Even it out a bit, between the fat cats and the mice
Don't hold your breath 'cause life is funky
Sells its children for the bottom line
Staggers like a jonesing junkie
Keeps us acting out the storyDon't anybody move cause life is funky, funky, funky
(guitar solo)
Don't you know that life is funky
Wants to party all night long
Wakes up feeling like a junkie
Wonders what the hell went wrongEverybody knows life is funky
Shows no mercy for the underdog
Babbles like a charming junkie
Keeps us listening to the story
Moe: vocals, organ, shaker
Brett Abramson: vocals
Lilli Oldfield: vocals
John Gibson: trumpet
Les Harris: tenor sax
Bob Crawford: rhodes
Jeff Calvin: guitars
Joshua Zucker: bass
Danny Descalzo: tamborine
David "Deebs" Black: drums
Don't
Need That Thing
Moe
©1998 The Purple Room
I need a Porsche, I need a Lexus
I need an SUV to carry me to the office
I need a speedboat, I need a jetski
I need a motor to get into the water
I need a satellite dish, 200 channels - no fish
I need a cellular phone or I'm all alone
I need a computer, I need a pentium
I need a printer, I need a scanner...
Don't really know why
I need a cigarette, I need to be cool and hard
Like those smug fools in the Lucky Strike posters
I need a single-malt scotch, I need a fine cigar
I need the good life, I need my bad-boy sticker!
I need woman who looks... just... like... that!
(piano solo)
Moe: vocals, shaker
Trisha Varley: vocals
John Gibson: trumpet
Les Harris: tenor sax
Superbob Crawford: piano
Jeff Calvin: guitar
Joshua Zucker: bass
Danny Descalzo: triangle, tamborine, bongo, timbales
David "Deebs" Black: drums
Nature
Wins Again
Moe
©1998 The Purple Room
I remember
Lyin' in the dunes
Watchin' the seagulls sailing by
Then they came along
So many houses
Air-conditioned temples to the pyramid-eye
So arrogant, so ugly
Human ego on a rampage
Until that big old hurricane hit
And they all busted-up splendidly
As they surfed the waves
And it looks like nature wins againLooks like nature wins again, looks like nature wins
Looks like nature wins again, looks like nature wins
For many decades
The corporate line
Was that pollution was illusion in some hippie's mind
So the air became smog
The water carcinogenic
The profits far exceeding any fine
But no matter how much money
Flows into medical research
There's still no cure for cancer
And in the private rooms
The tycoons suck their dying breaths
And it looks like nature wins againLooks like nature wins again, looks like nature wins
Looks like nature wins again, looks like nature winsSo all you businessmen out there,
You think you can outsmart mother nature?
Ha! She'll hit you one time!That's right, she's plotting her comeback tonight
Let's say a prayer she doesn't take all of us down
Hit us three times!Have you ever wondered why the weather's so strange?
Is the whole planet gettin' rearranged?
Four times!Are we gonna be allowed to behave like this much longer?
Why did we think that we were stronger than our mother?
Silly boy!
(sax solo)
Looks like nature wins again, looks like nature wins
Looks like nature wins again, looks like nature wins
Looks like nature wins again, looks like nature wins
Looks like nature wins again, looks like nature wins
Moe: vocals, synth, organ
Brett Abramson: vocals
Lilli Oldfield: vocals
John Gibson: trumpet
Les Harris: tenor sax
Bob Crawford: rhodes
Jeff Calvin: guitars
Spencer Murray: bass
Danny Descalzo: congas, tamborine, plastic orange
David "Deebs" Black: drums
What
Goes Around Gets Around
Moe
©1998 The Purple Room
I wonder how I stay so civil
As you tell me that you're leaving
And there won't be any talking
This other thing sounds perfectly dreadful
I hope that you won't notice
The stagnation of your soul
You let me down when I needed you to be there
You were never the real thing
Guess I know it nowEveryone in town is moving on without you
What goes around gets around
What kind of fool do you think you are?Do you think you are?
I always thought you knew a thing or two
How to handle your business
How to keep a friendship
You leave me picking up the broken pieces
And you will not lift a finger
To help get through this disaster that you caused
You let me down when I needed you to be there
You were never the real thing
Guess I know it nowEveryone in town is moving on without you
What goes around gets around
What the hell do you think you're doing?Oh, you know
You'll never never have it like this again
(guitar solo)
You let me down when I needed you to be there
You were never the real thing
Guess I know it nowEveryone in town is moving on without you
What goes around gets around
When the fuck you gonna grow up?You let me down when I needed you to be there
You were never the real thing
Guess I know it nowEveryone in town is moving on without you
What goes around gets around
What kind of fool do you think you are?
Moe: vocals, organ
Trisha Varley: vocals
John Gibson: trumpet
Les Harris: tenor sax
Bob Crawford: rhodes
Jeff Calvin: guitars
Joshua Zucker: bass
Brian Salter: needle noises
Josh Greenberg: shaker, tamborine
Danny Descalzo: bongos
David "Deebs" Black: drums
Livin'
For The Party
Moe
©1998 The Purple Room
All alone at the bar, she waits
For the party to start
Blows her heart another kiss
Nicotine valentine
Next morning the sun busts in
Illuminating the pain
She's late for work with the face of death
Can't stop for a breath
Livin' for the party
One hell of a way to kill the time
Livin' for the party
One hell of a way to die
Used to tell me 'bout her plans
For saving the world
Now she's back to the old daze
A temporary slave
Tries to massage-away the rings below her eyes
How the years start to show
Champagne, nicotine, and very little sleep
Ain't no fountain of youth
Livin' for the party
One hell of a way to kill the time yeah
Livin' for the party
One hell of a way to die and I can't stand to watch itLivin' for the party
One hell of a way to look yourself in the mirror oh
Livin' for the party
One hell of a way to say goodbye
(horn thing)
I can see her, that sweet, hopeful little girl
Smiling ear-to-ear as she holds the camp counselor's hand
I don't know where her parents were at that point but it doesn't really matter
They wouldn't have had anything to say
From this, she would learn that she might as well hide her
real self
So difficult to face... and everybody loves a party girl!
She's running scared from the ghost of who she might be, so deep inside
Pretty good place to hide
Livin' for the party
One hell of a way to kill the time
Livin' for the party
One hell of a way to dieLivin' for the party oh
One hell of a way to look yourself in the mirror
Livin' for the party everlasting
One hell of a way to say goodbye
Moe: vocals, synth
Trisha Varley: vocals
John Gibson: trumpet
Les Harris: tenor sax
Bob Crawford: piano
Jeff Calvin: guitar
Joshua Zucker: bass
Brian Salter: glasses, party
Danny Descalzo: shaker, tamborine
David "Deebs" Black: drums
But
I Want You
Moe
©1996 The Purple Room
If I wanted sunshine I would go to Spain
If I wanted roses I would pray for rain
If I wanted drama I would head for the stage
If I needed a mama I'd stop acting my age
But I want you
But I want you
If I wanted stability I wouldn't reach for the sky
If I wanted humility I'd stagger into a church
If I needed to fit in I'd find a nine-to-five way to die
If I wanted anything else you wouldn't hear me beg
How I want you
But I want you
But I want youWhen I see you smilin'
When I hear you laughin'
My friends say, "What you thinkin'?"
But I don't listen
(sax solo)
But I want you
But I want you
But I want you
But I want you
Moe: vocals, piano, rhodes, synth
Trisha Varley: vocals
John Gibson: trumpets
Les Harris: tenor sax
Bob Crawford: piano
Jeff Calvin: guitar, guitarnoise
Joshua Zucker: bass
Danny Descalzo: congas, triangle, shaker
Deebs: drums
When
You Touch Me
Christopher Schardt
©1998 The Purple Room
When you touch me, Baby, that's what I want to do
When you touch me, Baby, just want some more of you
When you touch me, All of my love is in your hands
When you touch me, All of my body at your commands
When you touch me, Burning-up hot and shiver cold
When you touch me, Feel your senses, heal your soul
When you touch me, Arching back and bending bone
When you touch me, Softest flower, hard as stone
(horns)
When you touch me, Oh so subtle on the street
When you touch me, Deep inside I hear the beat
When you touch me, Ankles kissing out of sight
When you touch me, Anytime... anywhere
When you touch me, I try and try but I can't get close
enough
When you touch me, Wanna know how it feels to be you
When you touch me, Keep the flow and you know we're sure to find
When you touch me, Two bodies... one mind
(horns)
(sax solo)
(bass solo)
When you touch me, Ooh baby if I die this evening
When you touch me, In your sacred arms stop breathing
When you touch me, With my last breath I'll be singing
When you touch me, I don't regret a thing
(horns)
Moe: vocals, organ
Brett Abramson: vocals
John Gibson: trumpet
Les Harris: tenor sax
Bob Crawford: piano
Jeff Calvin: guitars, guitarnoise
Joshua Zucker: bass
Danny Descalzo: tamborine, cabasa, blue glass mug,
plastic orange
David "Deebs" Black: drums
Feel
Like a Beginner
Moe
©1996 The Purple Room
Nothing in the way you look or in the way you're talking
Stands out as the reason why
I just can't seem to get enough of watching you
Hanging on your every spoken word
I try my best to keep that balance
Dropping hints to you
But no matter how much I look for it
You don't give me a clueFeel like a beginner
Undercover
Hoping
You won't find another
Feel like a beginner
Just waiting
Ever
Anticipating
Nothing in the way you tell your funny stories
Makes me wonder whether your soul's together
Been so long since I had the hots for someone so cool
Been so many nights of crazy-making
I struggle through the day
Just picturing your face
So hard to use my brain
Everything else has been erasedFeel like a beginner
Undercover
Hoping
You won't find another
Feel like a beginner
Just waiting
Ever
Anticipating
(drum/bass/sax jam)
Nothing in your beauty shows me any mercy
Burned an image in my mind so sweet
Lie awake at night and I feel you right next to me
A little spooky, but I can take the heat
While Cupid keeps on shooting arrows
Trying to find your heart
I'll be your friend, keep smiling
As my love tears me apartFeel like a beginner
Undercover
Hoping
You won't find another
Feel like a beginner
Just waiting
Ever
Anticipating
Moe: vocals, organ
Brett Abramson: vocals
Lilli Oldfield: vocals
John Gibson: trumpet
Les Harris: tenor sax
Mike Fritch: guitarnoise
Jeff Calvin: guitars
Joshua Zucker: bass
Danny Descalzo: congas, triangle
David "Deebs" Black: drums
Going
to the Other Side
Moe
©1998 The Purple Room
She's floating in a sea of hazy bliss
Breathing water, swimming effortlessly
Was that a whale, or was that a fish?
She looks up at the surface, the dim sun
Sees floating bits of paper and styrofoam
Below, the awesome darkness of forever
She's going to the other side
She's going to the other side
She's going to the other side
She's going to the other...
She comes back to her bedside now and then
Tells us bits and pieces of what she's seen
Shows no interest in our questions
She says it's so wonderful, someone should write a book
Says she's not coming back so don't look for ghosts
My tears seem wasted as they hit my cheek
She's going to the other side
She's going to the other side
She's going to the other side
She's going to the other...
(atonal jam)
Oh, she's gone
I'll never see her again, now
I'll have to wait my turn to see just what it's like
She's going to the other side
She's going to the other side
She's going to the other side
She's going to the other...She's going to the other side
She's going to the other side
She's going to the other side
She's going to the other...
Moe: vocals, synth, shaker
Trisha Varley: vocals
John Gibson: trumpets
Les Harris: tenor sax
Bob Crawford: piano
Jeff Calvin: guitar, guitarnoise
Joshua Zucker: bass
Brian Salter: bubbles
Danny Descalzo: triangle, congas
David "Deebs" Black: drums