Pinwheel of Death

Eddie Korbich


SONGS

Writers William Bolcom, Arnold Weinstein

Genres Showtune, Classical, Family

Recorded 2000

Lyrics CHECK OUT
THIS ALLIGATOR BOOT,
POWER TIE,
PINSTRIPE SUIT.
ME OH MY,
CANT YOU TELL
THAT I WENT
THE ESTABLISHMENT ROUTE.
WHY!
CHECK OUT
THIS ENGLISH STYLE
CHECKERED VEST,
COST A PILE.
AND CHECK
THAT BARREL CHEST,
WATCH IT SWELL
WHEN YOU GO
THE ESTABLISHMENT ROUTE.
NO, NO, NOT
THE ESTABLISHMENT ROUTE!

BACK A LITTLE WHILE
I WASNT ONE OF THE BOYS
WITH THE RIBS
RUBBED OFF MY CORDUROYS.
NO MATTER WHAT MY STYLE,
NO MATTER WHAT MY WIT,
I COULDNT GET A SMILE,
I NEVER MADE A HIT.
NOW I DONT SAY SPIT
AND THEY ROLL
IN THE AISLE!
CAUSE I GOT THE OPEN EYES
AND THE MOUTH THATS MUTE,
NOW IM ONE OF THE GUYS,
NOW MY CHAMPAGNES BRUT.
CAUSE I TOOK
THE CONVENIENT,
WELL TROD,
EXPEDIENT,
WELL HEELED
ESTABLISHMENT ROUTE!
YES,
HE TOOK THE CONVENIENT,
WELL TROD,
EXPEDIENT,
WELL HEELED
ESTABLISHMENT ROUTE!


ONCE UPON A TIME
THERE WAS THIS IDEALIST
WHO LONGED TO RIGHT
THE WRONGS.
AND SANG THOSE
LETS ALL
GET OUR SHIT TOGETHER SONGS.
NOW YOU CANNOT SEE HIS INTEGRITY
FROM THE SMOKE
OF HIS ELEGANT SHEROOT,
DAD,
YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE
ON THE OLD ESTABLISHMENT PIKE:
YOU CAN STRUGGLE,
YOU CAN STRIVE,
AND WITH LUCK
COME OUT ALIVE,
AND WITH PLUCK
YOU MAY SURVIVE.
BUT ITS NIP AND TUCK
THAT YOULL ARRIVE
UNBENT!
YOURE UP THE DESERT
WITHOUT A TENT,
LIVING IN A CARTON
AND CANT PAY THE RENT.
ONE DAY YOUR HONEY
WONT GIVE A HOOT
LESS YOU TAKE
THE CONVENIENT,
WELL TROD,
EXPEDIENT,
SWELL HEELED
ESTABLISHMENT ROUTE.
SO HE TOOK
THE ESTABLISHMENT ROUTE.

SO GLAD I TOOK IT,
THE FABULESTABISHMENT ROUTE.
TOO BAD HE TOOK IT,
THE DRABULESTABISHMENT ROUTE.
BE SURE YOU BOOK IT,
THE FABULESTABLISHMENT ROUTE.
Writers William Bolcom, Arnold Weinstein

Genres Showtune, Classical, Family

Recorded 2000

Lyrics Spoken: WHILE IM WALKING
THIS FINE LINE
BETWEEN NORTH AND SOUTH
AND LOVE AND HATE
I WANT TO STATE
I BEEN WALKING LONG
AND WORKING HARD
ON MY PHILOSOPHY.
COCKEYED,
COCKSURE,
BRILLIANT
AND MISPELLED,
WORKING OUT MY PROBLEM.
I BEEN SIDESWIPED
AND WINDWIPED
AND MOONSWEPT
AND TALKED AT
AND LIED TO
AND DANCED ON
ON MY WAY
TO THE VARIOUS MYSTICAL SPOTS
IN INDIA
AND POINTS EAST
ONLY TO FIND
THE EAST HAS MOVED
TO THE WEST.
I FED THE NEEDY
AND SCRUBBED THE SEEDY
AND DID THE NASTIEST
DIRTIEST DOUBLE TIME
HUMANITARY DEEDS
BY THE SLEW FOR THEM
LOOKED PEOPLE IN THE EYE,
TOLD THEM
THEY WERE GONNA DIE,
IS THERE ANYTHING
I COULD DO FOR THEM?
THE BLIND
LEADING THE BLIND
BUT I DIDNT MIND
CAUSE I WAS WORKING OUT
MY PROBLEM...
ALL THE TIME SINGING
THE TRUTH!

sung: BUT IVE BEEN CONNED
BY CIRCUMSTANCE,
CONNED BY GENES,
CONNED BY A MASTERMIND
MAN OF MEANS.
ITS ENOUGH
TO DRIVE
A MILD MAN WILD.
AFTER ALL
IM NOTHING
BUT A GREAT MANS CHILD.

spoken: IVE TRIED
EVERY KIND OF LOVE SONG,
ART SONG AND PROSE POEM
IN THIRTY TWO BARS.
I BROKE TWO BANJOS,
THREE MANDOLINS,
AND WENT THROUGH
A DOZEN GUITARS.
I WROTE ON EXAM BOOKS,
INSIDE THE COVERS
OF CLASSIC COMICS
AND R. CRUMB,
BAUDELAIRE
AND NANCY DREW.
FOR THREE YEARS
DIDNT SEE A MOVIE,
AND IVE SEEN
THE METEORIC RISE AND FALL
OF THE WORD GROOVY.
WROTE FOLKSY JOKES
FOR THE NATIONAL PUBLIC RADIO
ABOUT THE SITUATION,
WORKING OUT MY PROBLEM.

spoken: YOU WANT TO KNOW
ABOUT MY PROBLEM?
sung: I JOINED
THE VAGABONDS UNION
AND THE HOBOS GUILD,
FOUGHT KILLING THE WHALES
WHILE THE SEALS GOT KILLED.
YOU CAN SEE
IT DRIVES
A MILD MAN WILD.
AFTER ALL IVE DONE
IM NOTHING
BUT A GREAT MANS CHILD.

spoken: NOW ABOUT MY PROBLEM.
sung: PSYCHIATRISTS
CALLED ME FOUR-SYLLABLE NAMES
DEALING WITH MY PROBLEM
MY PROBLEM IS MY FATHER.
IM A BUFFOON
AND THE SON
OF A TYCOON.
I WENT
TO FOUR PRIVATE SCHOOLS
AND TWELVE PUBLIC SCHOOLS,
THREE JUNIOR COLLEGES,
THREE UNIVERSITIES,
PRE-MED, PRE-LAW,
AND EVERY OTHER PRE
THAT LED TO NO DEGREE.
BUT THERES ONE THING
I DID LEARN:
ONE DAY I READ A BOOK
ABOUT ALL THOSE LAND-GRABBING,
LAND-OWNING,
DEAL-WHEELING,
UNFEELING,
PEOPLE-PILFERING CROOKS,
EVERY MOTHERS SON
OF THEM,
AND I LEARNED
THAT MY MOTHERS HUSBAND,
HE WAS ONE OF THEM.
HE LIED
AND CHEATED
AND STOLE.
SOME SAY
HE HAD PEOPLE KILLED!

half-sung: AND MAMAS GONE
AND HE LIVES ON
AND I LIVE IN HIS SHADOW.
sung: IVE BEEN CONNED
BY CIRCUMSTANCE,
CONNED BY GENES,
IVE BEEN CONNED
BY A MASTERMIND
MAN OF MEANS.
ITS ENOUGH
TO DRIVE
A MILD MAN WILD.
THO MY DADDY
IS A BADDIE,
IM A GREAT MANS CHILD.
LIFE HAS NO ZING -
IM A ZITHER
WITHOUT A STRING,
OR A ZIPPER
WITHOUT THE ZIPPER THING.
IM LIKE A BEE
WITHOUT A STING,
OR A BIRD
WHO CANNOT SING.
IVE BEEN THROWN
IN THE SHADOW
OF MY FATHERS FAME.
I COULD HAVE ANYTHING
I WANT
BUT NOT A THING
I COULD NAME.
ITS ENOUGH
TO DRIVE
A MILD MAN WILD.
ITS A CURSE
ON ANY MAN
OR WOMAN
TO BE
A GREAT,
TO BE
A GREAT,
TO BE
A GREAT,
TO BE
A GREAT...
TO BE
A GREAT MANS CHILD!