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Ben and Jerry live in my home town-Words & Music by Jim Heltz
Ben and Jerry live in my home town
They’re in my freezer, I see Jerry around
Our kids are in school together
Our kids are in plays together
It’s always ice cream for the parties
I wonder if Jerry’s ever sorry
He never brings a salad
Ryan Miller lives in my hometown
He’s making friends when I see him around
Yeah, I see him on his TV show
Yeah, I see him at the Guster show
He lives just down the road
He’s trying to be a regular Joe
Or maybe he should be a regular Ryan
My home isn’t on a map of the stars
No Paparazzi following me in my cars
There are no streets named after me
I’m an underground celebrity
Celebrity
Governor Chittenden lived in my home town
That was long before I was around here
Health Center named after him
Cemetery is named after him
Town road named after him
The town they didn’t name after him
It’s named after some guy from Long Island
Spoken “And it is not Ben or Jerry”
My home isn’t on a map of the stars
No Paparazzi following me in their cars
There are no streets named after me
I’m an underground celebrity
Celebrity, celebrity, celebrity
No one knows me but me, but me
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2. |
Bad Voodoo
03:15
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Bad Voodoo - Words & Music by Jim Heltz
She was standing in the doorway
The backlight real strong
Her silhouette looked so right
It blinded to what’s wrong with
Bad Voodoo Bad Voodoo
She cornered me in the kitchen
She pressed close till it hurt
The steam coming off her body
Took the wrinkles out of my shirt
Bad Voodoo Bad Voodoo
The mind begins to wander
Am I drowning in a dream?
It’s too late, it’s already over
She has me, as I scream for
Bad Voodoo Bad Voodoo
Now my shirt hasn’t a wrinkle
But my pants has an extra crease
I’ve been taken to the cleaners
Steam pressed and fleeced by
Bad Voodoo Bad Voodoo
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I saw you
03:11
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I saw you - Words & Music by Jim Heltz
She said its time to say goodbye
He said I already know the reason why
I saw you with him
I saw you with him
I saw you
I saw you
She said call me when you settle in
He said we are never ever gonna to be friends
I saw you kissing him
I saw you kissing him
I saw you
I saw you
She said time heals all wounds
He said time wounds all heals
She said focus on our good times
He said focus on the times you really weren’t mine
I saw you living your life with him
I saw you living your life with him
I saw you
I saw you
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Bakery Girl
02:43
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Bakery Girl - Words & Music by Jim Heltz
She’s behind the counter
Tying boxes with a string
The air is filled with nutmeg
Sprinkled in a smidge of Meringue
I’m waiting in line for my bakery girl
Yeah working behind the counter
Is my bakery girl
The church crowd rolls in
Pick number, please
A baker’s dozen for me
black and white cookie for the kid
It’s Sunday morning, yeah Sunday morning for my bakery girl
A glazed honey donut is my bakery girl
Her hair’s a shade of cinnamon
Her lips a touch of plum
She’s as light as chiffon
As she’s sweeping up the crumbs
Counting out the register
Dividing up her tips
Checking out next week’s schedule
Gossiping with the girls a bit
I am waiting in the parking lot for my bakery girl
She’s as light as powdered sugar is my bakery girl
A glazed honey donut is my bakery girl
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Gilded Mammoth
03:17
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Gilded Mammoth - Words & Music Patrick Heltz/Jim Heltz
Woolly mammoth, a frightful beast
Woolly mammoth, king of the northeast
Woolly mammoth, stands twelve feet tall
Woolly mammoth, on sale at the charity ball
Gone but not forgotten
Woolly mammoth, who braved the winter’s cold
Woolly mammoth, now plated with gold
Gold plated mammoth, frozen in ice
Gold plated mammoth, goes for the highest price
Gone but not forgotten
Gold plated mammoth, from the prehistoric age
Gold plated mammoth, trapped in a gilded cage
Gold plated mammoth, your species fell apart
Four thousand years later, and you are sold as art
Gone but not forgotten
Oh mastodon, keep on livin’ on
Oh mastodon, long after you are gone
My mastodon, keep on livin’ on
Midas’ mastodon, long after you are gone
Oh mastodon, keep on livin’ on
Oh mastodon, long after you are gone
Oh mastodon, shinning like the grail
Oh mastodon, but that’s not for sale
Oh mastodon, keep on livin’ on
Oh mastodon, long after you are gone
Oh mastodon, keep on livin’ on
Oh my mastodon, long after you are dead and gone
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What they mean
02:28
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What they mean - Words & Music by Jim Heltz
I’m striking out I can’t get a hit
She misread the signals and made a bad pitch
Is this what they mean by the game of love?
Is this what they were thinking of?
I hope it’s not what they’re thinking of
A wave of sorrow is drowning me
She’s washed in despair and she can’t breathe
Is that what they mean by the sea of love?
Is this what they’re thinking of?
I hope it’s not what they’re thinking of
Oh what they’re thinking of? Oh what is love
I putting down roots her head’s in the cloud
She’s scaling new heights and I’m earth bound
Is what they mean by the mountain of love?
Is this what they’re thinking of?
I hope it’s not what they’re thinking of
Oh what they’re thinking of? Oh what is love?
When I think of her, I have to smile
When she tells her friends I’m worth her while
Is this what they mean by the power of love?
Is this what they were thinking of?
This is what they are thinking of
This is what I was thinking of
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Wearin' the Blues
02:20
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Wearin’ the Blues – Words & Music by Jim Heltz
I woke this morning wearin’ the blues
From my famous blue raincoat down to my blue suede shoes
I’m another God’s lonely man that’s a sad fact
With no place to hang my hat what am I to do what am I to do I guess I’m wearin’ the blues
I use to be the guy wearin’ my heart on my sleeve
Then she came around and stole it from me
I am rolling up sleeves like men do
Rolling up my sleeves like men do like men do but instead of my heart I’m wearin’ the blues
She wore blue velvet when she left on that train
Now I am cursing a blue streak every time I hear her God Damn name
I’m pulling the curtain down on the shades of blue
I’m burning the bridge between me & you
me & you me & you
There’s no you just me wearin’ the blues
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Emotional Ether
03:42
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Emotional Ether - Words & Music by Jim Heltz
The mist clears from my mind
Fever dream dancers in a verbal duet
A tangled web of spurned lovers clouded in regret
Because…
I am filled with her Emotional ether
Breathing deep the scent of her vapors
My head is reeling with her Emotional ether
Pressed flowers sleep between pages in her secret book
A wisp of hair hides the siren’s call in her misty look
Because…
My soul is in chains by her Emotional ether
My will is weakened by the scent of her vapors
I am a captive of her Emotional ether
I am a captive of her Emotional ether
Don’t ever release me oh no don’t ever release me Please do not release me don’t ever release me
Saffron diffused shadows cast by an opal light
Hush tones of forgiveness for a long forgotten night
Because…
My senses simmer with her Emotional ether
My skin is bathed with the scent of her vapors
I am drowning with her Emotional ether
I am a captive of her Emotional ether don’t ever release me Please do not release me Please, Please do not release me
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I am a dinosaur
02:03
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I am a Dinosaur – Words & Music by Jim Heltz
I‘ve heard it all before
As they shove me out the door
You’re a dinosaur
Their bite is worse than their bark
Jokes start with Jurassic Park
They end with you’re a dinosaur
They say my kinds extinct
But I’m still on my feet
I’m a dinosaur
Hell I’m a dinosaur
I have more yesterdays then tomorrows before me
Time slowly unfolds its hands and sets us free
I had my day in the sun
Yeah I had a pretty good run
I was a dinosaur
I was a dinosaur
Listen to me roar
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High School Reunion Blues – Words & Music by Jim Heltz
Ladies and gentlemen the last time I played on this very street corner was way back in1977
Yada yada ya do yada yada da
I got the Reunion, the High school reunion, the High school reunion blues
After 40 years of memories
The blue and gold starts fading fast
A life time of hellos & goodbyes
Am I just a stranger to my past?
Yada yada ya do yada yada do
I got the Reunion, the High school reunion, the High school reunion blues
Old friends say I look kinda different in my Sears suit and my tie
I understand 40 years is a long time, but I am, the same guy, I am, it’s true, would l lie to you?
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