Pinwheel of Death

Hugh Jackman


SONGS

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Writers Peter Allen, Carole Bayer Sager

Genres Showtune, Standard, Pop

Recorded 2003

Lyrics ONCE THERE WAS A TIME
WHEN THIS TOWN WAS SO HIGH
WE COULD NEVER COME DOWN.
WHEN RULES DID NOT APPLY
WE WOULD DRINK FOUNTAINS DRY
IN A CLUB FILLED WITH SOUND.
AND BANDS WOULD PLAY
TO PLEASE ME,
YOU FOUND A PARTNER
EASY,
THE NAME GAME
WAS THE ONLY GAME IN TOWN.
AND NIGHTS WOULD END
AT SIX A.M.,
SLEEP ALL DAY
AND THEN START DANCING AGAIN
THE FIRST TO SEE THE END,
WE DID THE CONTINENTAL AMERICAN.

ALL OUR CLOTHES FROM FRANCE,
SOUL TRAIN TAUGHT US TO DANCE,
WE GOT SMOKE IN OUR EYES.
FRIENDS WERE LOST AND FOUND,
WE WERE PARADISE BOUND.
SOME GOT LOST AND THEY DIED,
BUT OTHERS TOOK THEIR PLACES,
ALWAYS STRANGE NEW FACES,
ALWAYS ONE MORE CHANCE
TO GO AROUND.
AND NIGHTS WOULD END
AT SIX A.M.,
SLEEP ALL DAY
AND THEN START DANCING AGAIN
THE FIRST TO SEE THE END,
WE DID THE CONTINENTAL AMERICAN.

NOW WE'RE STAYING IN,
LET THE NEW DANCE BEGIN,
BUT THOSE KIDS SEEM SO YOUNG.
ALL DRESSED UP IN OUR CLOTHES,
BUT WHAT NONE OF THEM KNOWS
IS WE REALLY HAD FUN.
WHEN BANDS WOULD PLAY
TO PLEASE ME,
YOU FOUND A PARTNER
EASY,
SCOTT AND ZELDA
SHOULD HAVE SEEN US THEN.
WHEN NIGHTS WOULD END
AT SIX A.M.,
SLEEP ALL DAY
AND THEN START DANCING AGAIN
THE FIRST TO SEE THE END,
MANHATTAN PIONEERS.
NIGHTS WOULD END
AT SIX A.M.,
SLEEP ALL DAY
AND THEN START DANCING AGAIN
WE WERE MUCH YOUNGER THEN,
WE DID THE CONTINENTAL AMERICAN.
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Peter Allen, Carole Bayer Sager

Genres Showtune, Standard, Pop

Recorded 2003

Lyrics WHEN TRUMPETS WERE MELLOW
AND EV'RY GAL
ONLY HAD ONE FELLOW,
NO NEED TO REMEMBER WHEN
'CAUSE EV'RYTHING OLD IS NEW AGAIN.
DANCIN' AT YOUR LONG ISLAND
JAZZ AGE PARTIES,
WAITER, BRING US MORE BACARDIS,
WE'LL ORDER NOW
WHAT THEY ORDERED THEN
'CAUSE EV'RYTHING OLD IS NEW AGAIN.

GET OUT YOUR WHITE SUIT,
YOUR TAP SHOES AND TAILS,
LET'S GO BACKWARDS
WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS.
AND MOVIE STARS
YOU THOUGHT WERE LONG DEAD
NOW ARE FRAMED
BESIDE YOUR BED.

DON'T THROW THE PAST AWAY,
YOU MIGHT NEED IT
SOME RAINY DAY.
DREAMS CAN COME TRUE AGAIN,
WHEN EV'RYTHING OLD IS NEW AGAIN.
GET OUT YOUR WHITE SUIT,
YOUR TAP SHOES AND TAILS.
PUT IT ON BACKWARD
WHEN FORWARD FAILS.
BUT LEAVE GRETA GARBO ALONE,
BE A MOVIE STAR
ON YOUR OWN.

DON'T THROW THE PAST AWAY,
YOU MIGHT NEED IT
SOME RAINY DAY.
DREAMS CAN COME TRUE AGAIN,
WHEN EV'RYTHING OLD IS NEW AGAIN,
I MIGHT FALL IN LOVE
WITH YOU AGAIN.
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Writers Peter Allen

Genres Showtune, Standard, Ballad

Recorded 2003

Lyrics EV'RYWHERE I GO,
I'M FOLLOWED
BY A LOT OF PEOPLE,
SUCH A LOT OF PEOPLE,
IT'S ALMOST A PARADE.
AND IF YOU COULD SEE
ALL THE PEOPLE,
THEY'RE EV'RYONE
I EVER WAS
AND EV'RYONE
I EVER WILL BE
ALL THE LIVES OF ME.
NOTHING LEFT TO HIDE,
I COME IN MANY COLORS,
ASSORTED SHAPES AND SIZES,
CAN ADAPT TO YOUR DEMAND.
AND IF YOU SMILE AT SOMEONE,
THEN I'LL BECOME THAT ONE
AND THROW IN ALL THE OTHERS
FOR FREE
ALL THE LIVES OF ME.

FAULTS AREN'T THINGS
FOR HIDING ON A SHELF.
AND IF YOU LIKE
WHO I AM NOW,
IT'S ONLY A REFLECTION
OF YOURSELF.

ALL THE GAMES ARE GONE
WE FACE EACH OTHER NAKED,
STRIPPED OF ALL DISGUISES,
LOVE IS BEING MADE.
AND IF I MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD
AFTER KNOWING ALL YOU KNOW
IS REALLY ONLY ALL THAT
YOU SEE:
ALL THE LIVES OF ME.
IF YOU COULD SEE
ALL THE PEOPLE,
THEY'RE EV'RYONE
I EVER WAS
AND EV'RYONE
I EVER WILL BE
ALL THE LIVES OF ME.
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Writers Peter Allen, Carole Bayer Sager

Genres Showtune, Standard, Pop, Ballad

Recorded 2003

Lyrics verse 1:
QUIET PLEASE,
THERE'S A LADY ON STAGE,
SHE MAY NOT BE THE LATEST RAGE.
BUT SHE'S SINGING NOW
AND SHE MEANS IT,
AND SHE DESERVES
A LITTLE SILENCE
QUIET PLEASE,
THERE'S A WOMAN UP THERE,
AND SHE'S BEEN HONEST
THROUGH HER SONG
LONG BEFORE
YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS WAS RAISED.
DOESN'T THAT DESERVE
A LITTLE PRAISE?

Chorus:
SO PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER
AND HELP HER ALONG,
ALL THAT'S LEFT
OF THE SINGER'S,
ALL THAT'S LEFT
OF THE SONG.
STAND FOR THE OVATION,
AND GIVE HER
ONE LAST CELEBRATION.

verse 2:
QUIET PLEASE,
THERE'S A PERSON UP THERE,
SING OF THE SINS
THAT NONE OF US
CAN BEAR
TO HEAR FOR IN OURSELVES,
GIVE HER YOUR RESPECT
IF NOTHING ELSE.

Chorus:
SO PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER
AND HELP HER ALONG,
ALL THAT'S LEFT
OF THE SINGER'S,
ALL THAT'S LEFT
OF THE SONG.
RISE TO THE OCCASION,
AND GIVE HER
ONE LAST CELEBRATION.

verse 3:

QUIET PLEASE,
THERE'S A LADY ON STAGE,
CONDUCTOR,
TURN THE FINAL PAGE,
AND WHEN IT'S OVER
WE CAN ALL GO HOME,
SHE LIVES ON
ON THE STAGE
ALL ALONE.

Chorus:
SO PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER
AND HELP HER ALONG,
ALL THAT'S LEFT
OF THE SINGER'S,
ALL THAT'S LEFT
OF THE SONG.
RISE TO THE OCCASION,
AND GIVE HER
ONE LAST CELEBRATION.
SO PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER
AND HELP HER ALONG,
ALL THAT'S LEFT
OF THE SINGER'S,
ALL THAT'S LEFT
OF THE SONG.
RISE TO THE OCCASION,
AND GIVE HER
ONE LAST CELEBRATION.
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Peter Allen

Genres Showtune, Standard, Pop, Ballad, Folk

Recorded 2003

Lyrics verse 1:
THE LATE GEORGE WOOLNOUGH
WORKED ON HIGH STREET,
AND LOVED ON MANNERS,
FIFTY TWO YEARS
HE SAT ON HIS VERANDA
AND MADE HIS SADDLES,
AND IF YOU HAD QUESTIONS
ABOUT SHEEP,
OR FLOWERS OR DOGS,
YOU'D JUST ASK THE SADDLER.
HE LIVED WITHOUT SIN,
THEY'RE BUILDING A LIB'RY
FOR HIM.

Chorus:
TIME IS A TRAVELLER,
TENTERFIELD SADDLER,
TURN YOUR HEAD,
RIDE AGAIN,
JACKAROO,
THINK I SEE
A KANGAROO
UP AHEAD.

verse 2:
THE SON OF GEORGE WOOLNOUGH
WENT OFF AND GOT MARRIED,
AND HAD A WAR BABY,
BUT SOMETHING WAS WRONG,
AND IT'S EASIER TO DRINK
THAN GO CRAZY,
AND IF THERE WERE QUESTIONS
ABOUT WHY THE END WAS SO SAD,
WELL, GEORGE HAD NO ANSWERS
ABOUT WHY A SON
EVER HAS NEED OF A GUN.

Chorus:
TIME IS A TRAVELLER,
TENTERFIELD SADDLER,
TURN YOUR HEAD,
RIDE AGAIN,
JACKAROO,
THINK I SEE
A KANGAROO
UP AHEAD.

verse 3:
THE GRANDSON OF GEORGE
HAS BEEN ALL 'ROUND THE WORLD
AND LIVES NO SPECIAL PLACE.
CHANGED HIS LAST NAME
AND HE MARRIED A GIRL
WITH AN INTERESTING FACE.
HE'D ALMOST FORGOTTEN THEM BOTH,
BECAUSE IN THE LIFE THAT HE LEADS...
THERE'S NOWHERE FOR GEORGE
AND HIS LIB'RY,
OR THE SON
WITH HIS GUN
TO BELONG,
EXCEPT IN THIS SONG:

Chorus:
TIME IS A TRAVELLER,
TENTERFIELD SADDLER,
TURN YOUR HEAD,
RIDE AGAIN,
JACKAROO,
THINK I SEE
A KANGAROO
UP AHEAD.
AH!
TIME IS A MEDDLER,
TENTERFIELD SADDLER,
MAKE YOUR BED,
FLY AGAIN,
COCKATOO,
DOWN ON THE GROUND
EMU UP AHEAD.
AH!
TIME IS A TRAVELLER,
TENTERFIELD SADDLER,
TURN YOUR HEAD,
RIDE AGAIN,
JACKAROO,
THINK I SEE
A KANGAROO
UP AHEAD.