PIE IN THE SKY
Home Where The Heart Is The Guitar
Costume Party Letter To Mr. Brown
No Excuse T’Use Booze Under The Rainbow
Covers On Our Hearts A Porsche and a Potbelly
Chickens For Peace (not in original production)
HOME WHERE THE HEART IS
Home, Home, Home where the heart is
Home, Home, Home where the heart is
This is our home, the place of our birth
This is our refuge, here on the earth
This is our park, where our children play
Our school and our churches where we come to pray
These are our streets, and these are our stores
These are our houses, our windows and doors
These are our families, these are our friends
These are our bathrooms and kitchens and dens
Our dinette sets, tables and chairs and our beds
Our clothes and our rugs and our workshops and sheds
Pianos and telephones, bicycles, cars,
Mobilehomes, lawnmowers, fences and yards
Our microwaves, blenders, our hot tubs and skiis
Tape cassettes, hair dryers, color T.V.s
Shampoos, antacid pills, creams for our faces,
These are our fillings, and these, our shoelaces!
These things belong to us, we proudly say
No one will ever take them away!
Home, Home, Home where the heart is
Where everyday, everyone sings
Home, Home, Home where the heart is
Here, with all of our things!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1987, Moose School Music (BMI)
COSTUME PARTY
Chorus: It’s a costume party, and everyone is here! D-A, D-A-D
It’s a costume party, and everyone is here! D-A, D-A-D
You wear a blue dress, you, red sneakers A-D
You wear a suit and tie A-D
You wear flowers, you wear stripes A-D
You put make-up on your eyes! E-A-Asus4-A
Chorus
You wear brown skin, you wear white
Your head is clean and bare
You poked holes through your earlobes
You’ve got a wart, I bet, somewhere!
Or maybe you dye your hair!?
Chorus
We may be blind, or we wear glasses
We st-stutter when we talk
Sometimes our ears just do not hear
Or we use wheels when we walk!
Chorus
Our disguises could win prizes
Each one’s qualified
But the only thing that really matters
Is who we are inside!
Chorus
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1987 Moose School Music(BMI)
On Pluggin’ Away and Costume Party DVD - www.peteralsop.com
LAVENDAR'S WILL
I might not have much time to live
So here's a list of everything
I have got to give;
To my mother, Rose Lynn Mann
I leave my whole collection
Of specimens and research
I've got organized outside
Someday my scientific work
Will prove there's a connection
Between "The Beast That Roars"
And why my Daddy died.
If Mom dies too, then Mr. Brown,
My teacher, has to take it
He's real smart, he taught me well
So he'll know what to do
And Rob, you take my kitten,
But be careful not to break it!
Bye Mom, bye Rob, remember that
I always will love you.
Written by Peter Alsop, © 1987, Moose School Music(BMI)
BUDDIES
As my lifeline runs through my fingers C-G-C
And it snags on knots time to time F-C
Just talkin’ to you, helps them slip through F-C-Am
A buddy like you’s hard to find. C-G-C-C7
Chorus: Buddies like you never need to be told F-C
What buddies like me need to say F-C
Life has a flare when you’re standing there F-C-Am
And it’s hollow when you’re away. C-G-C, G-G7
Remember that night I was ready to die?
We shared your last Cuban cigar
I laid down in the highway, ... but no one drove by,
So you went to borrow a car!
Chorus
I helped you etch all them lines in your face
And you helped me grow these grey hairs
If I make you sore, ... hell! What’re friends for?!
We’re buddies ‘cause I know you care!
Brdg: I like you better than corn-on-the-cob F-C
More than the air that I breathe F-C
You’re a mug of cold beer, F
You’re a laugh, you’re a tear, C-Am
Buddy, you’re a god-damned relief!! C-G-C-C7
Chorus: Buddies like you never need to be told
What buddies like me need to say
Life has a flare, when you’re standing there
And it’s hollow and empty, ... when you’re away.
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1978, Moose School Music (BMI)
On Uniforms and Songs On Sex & Sexuality – www.peteralsop.com
NO EXCUSE T'USE BOOZE!
There's no excuse t'use booze
All you get is confused
Booze makes a problem for you, so
There's no excuse t'use booze!
Chorus
Booze is bad for kids
Now we all know that's true
But some folks won't admit
That it's bad for the grown-ups too!
Chorus
One of my good friends
Offered me some beer
But I got "common sense"
So I whispered in her ear
Chorus
M'friend said "You're no fun!"
"When there's booze around, I grab it!"
She got drunk, and she got sick,
If that's fun, well, she can have it!
Chorus
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1986, Moose School Music (BMI)
COVERS ON OUR HEARTS
MrB:
Sometimes I think I got a
Cover on my heart, I'm thinkin'
Way too much about what
Ev'rybody thinks and, what
Ev'rybody does, it's like I
Act like there's no to-morrow,
All the details seem, so im-
Portant to me, that I
Can't even see to-morrow!
She's so nice, and
So polite, and
It's just too hard, to do
Everything right, an' I sure
Wanna do ev-rything right, when she's a-
Round, I'd sure like to, do
Everything
Right.
Whatever happened to,
Telling a woman that you
Think she really looks
Fine? Or,
Making a date, or
Planning for later, the
Rules get hazy, it's
Making me crazy!
Maybe I'm losing my
Mind! I'm thinkin',
La-nah Na-nah Naaah, Nah Naaah!
La-nah Na-nah Naaah-naaah, La-nah Na-nah Naaah!
La-nah Na-nah Naaah, Nah Naaah!
We got covers, we got covers on our hearts!
Rose:
Sometimes I feel, there's a
Cover on my heart, I worry
Way too much about how
Ev'rybody feels, and so I
Shut them out, it's like I
Act like there's no to-morrow,
All the feelings I feel, are so
Painful and real, sometimes I
Don't want to see, to-morrow.
He's so nice, and
So polite, and
It's just too hard, to do
Ev'rything right, an' I sure
Wanna do ev'rything right, when he's a-
Round, I'd sure
Like to, do
Ev'rything,
Right.
Whatever happened to,
Taking some time just to,
See what your heart has to say?
Swing on the front porch,
Feel the moonlight,
Drinking some cold lemonade! And the
Phone won't ring, and the
TV's off, and the
Cars all stop, they're all,
Waiting to see what your
Heart has to
Say. And mine says,
La-nah Na-nah Naaah, Nah Naaah!
La-nah Na-nah Naaah-naaah, La-nah Na-nah Naaah!
La-nah Na-nah Naaah, Nah Naaah!
We got covers, we got covers on our hearts!
Chorus1:
MrB& Rs: We got covers on our hearts
MrB: Like the casing on a clock
Rose: Like the bandage on a scar
MrB & Rs: We got covers on our hearts
MrB: From moving too fast,
Rose: Afraid to be last,
MrB & Rs: We got covers,
We got covers on our hearts!
Arnold: Sometimes the men today, they
Seem so "sensitive!" They're
Worse than women!
Tom: Yeah! They
Hug each other!
Arnold: Jeez! I'd
Rather be dead!
Down in the ground with John
Wayne!
Tom: He never
Hugged no guys!
Arnold: Or worried
When he died! I bet he
Never cried about to-morrow!
Mrs Fst: You're so nice.
Mrs Raynr: You're
So polite.
Estelle: And it's just too hard, to do
Everything right,
Women: An' we wanna
Make ev'rything perfect all the
Time, we'd sure
Like to, make
Ev'rything,
Right.
B & Lty: Whatever happened to,
Trusting your feelings?
Dr. H: You don't feel so safe when you're
Burned.
Letty: Now
Nothin's okay,
Bill: "Don't you
Worry!" they say,
Letty: Well, I got lots of fears, and I
Ain't prayed in years,
B & Lty: But we don't know where else we can
Turn!! We got,
B & Lty: We got covers on our hearts
Bill: Like the casing on a clock
Lty: Like the bandage on a scar
B & Lty: We got covers on our hearts
Bill: From losing our trust,
Lty: It's hard to adjust!
Bill & Lty: We got covers,
We got covers on our hearts!
DrFst: Sometimes I wonder why I
Even bother to give
Jobs to people who don't
Understand, why
Our Great Land needs this
Power that my plant pro-vides!
Sure, we all
Make mistakes, let's hope that
Nothing else breaks, it's a risk
We must take for to-morrow!
Town: We're all so nice, and
So polite, and
We try so hard, to do
Ev'rything right, an' we sure
Wanna do ev'rything
Right in our hometown,
we'd sure
Like to, do
Everything,
Right.
Penny: Whatever happened to,
People with courage who
Fight when they know they've been
Screwed! Have you
Sold your passion for
Next season's fashions?! While
We're being poisened and
Lied to and bombed, you're
Worried about being
Rude!!
Chorus 1
(Town)
Mr. B: If only just once, ahhh,
We could break free,
Pie: Throw off the covers,
Rose: Then we would see, we don't
Have to be scared!
Pie: If our
Hearts could discover,
How, to reach
Out to each other, then
Kids: We could change the world!
Pie: Can you
Do it?!
Kids: We can
Change the world!
Pie: Not if you
Hide!
Kids: We can
Change the world!
Pie: See how you
Feel now!
Kids: We can
Change the world!
Pie: Give it a
Try! You can,
Kids: Change it! Change it!
Pie: Yes! You can
Do it!
Kids: We can change it!
Pie: You can,
Kids: Change it! Change it!
Pie: Ahhhh! It's up to
You!
Kids: We can change it!
Pie: You can
Do it!
Kids: We can change it!
Pie: You can
Do it!
Kids: We can change it!
Pie: You can
Do it!
Kids: We can change it!
Pie: You can
Do it!
Kids: We can change it! We can
Change it! Change it! Change it! We can
Change the world! We can
Change it! Change it! Change it! We can
Change the world!
Pie: Let's all go
Ensmbl: La-nah Na-nah Naaah, Nah Naaah!
Kids: We can change it! Change it!
Town: We got covers on our hearts
Ensmbl: La-nah Na-nah Naaah-naaah, La-nah Na-nah Naaah!
Town: Like the casing on a clock
Kids: We can change the world!
Ensmbl: La-nah Na-nah Naaah, Nah Naaah!
Town: Like the bandage on a scar
Kids: We can change it! Change it!
Town: We got covers,
We got covers on our hearts!
We got covers, on our hearts!
Kids: We can change the world!!!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1987, Moose School Music(BMI)
CHICKENS FOR PEACE
Chickens for peace! C-D
We’re chickens for peace! C/B-D/C#
And we don’t want to fry! Am-Am7-G-Bm-Bm7-A
Chickens for peace! G7-A7
We’re chickens for peace! Em-Am-Am7/G-F#m-Bm-Bm7/A
One little war, and we’re F-F/E-Dm-G-G/F#-Em
Chicken-pot-pie! G-G7-C-A-A7-D
Chickens for peace!
We’re chickens for peace!
And no one respects, a chicken who begs!
Chickens for peace!
We’re chickens for peace!
One little slip, and we’re hard boiled eggs!
Chickens for peace!
We’re chickens for peace!
But we’re not chicken chickens!
We’re taking a stand!
Chickens for peace!
We’re chickens for peace!
And our chicken spirit
Is sweeping the land!
C7-D7
The doves and the hawks are still fighting F-Fdim7-C-G-Gdim7-D
The swans and the ducks are all wet! Am-G-C-C7-Bm-A-D-D7
But us chickens have all been uniting! F-E-E7-Am-Am7-G-F#-F#7-Bm-Bm7
And what chickens want, chickens get!! F-G-G+-G-A-A+
We’re chickens for peace!
We’re chickens for peace!
And we will win! We’re not turkeys! (Or geese!)
We’re chickens for peace!
We’re chickens for peace!
Hold up your beaks and join in! F-Dm-G-G-Em-A
Cause those bombs make hot water Dm-G-Em-A
That will make chicken soup from the grease Em-Am-F-F#m-Bm-G
Of us chickens for F-G-G-A
Peace! [C-C/B-C/A-C/G-[D-D/C#-D/B-D/A
F-F/E-Dm-G]5x-G-G/F#-Em-A]5x
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1985 Moose School Music (BMI)
On Fan Club Favorites and Take Me With You! – www.peteralsop.com
THE GUITAR
Once I had a fine guitar
She taught me to play
Her rosewood fingerboard
Had little birds of pearl inlay
Her simple voice was clear
It had the ring of youth
She had heartwood deep inside
So she always sang the truth
The days that I spent holding her
Were full of life for me
She saw people clearly
And she sang what she would see.
Insecurities of lovers
Trying hard to hold their pose
The clash of children's colors
When they pick out their own clothes
The heart beats lost forever
Inside those afraid to touch
And the reasons people give
Explaining why they own too much
When she sang with honest beauty
Of the love we might achieve
Then the people flocked to hear her
Yes, they wanted to believe
But when she sang about our problems
They would say that she was wrong
They told her she was crazy
They said "Sing the pretty songs!
Sing the pretty songs!”
But she didn't stop her songs
The people had to know
She only sang them louder
’Cause she loved the people so
When the comforts of the wealthy
Are worth more than healthy kids
When our trusted leaders lie
And give us broken promises
When the lives of all the creatures
On the earth are on the line
Then it's time for better answers!
Now we'd better find some time!"
But the people wouldn't listen
Even though she screamed and cried
And the strain from all her trying
Cracked her heartwood deep inside
Her strings flew loose and wild
And so everyone assumed
She was just an instrument
Too finely tuned.
Too finely tuned.
Too finely tuned
For an audience of backs
Too finely tuned
With her heartwood full of cracks
Too finely tuned
To close her mouth and shut her eyes
Too finely tuned
To sing them lies.
Once I had a fine guitar
She taught me to play
Her rosewood fingerboard
Had little birds of pearl inlay
Her simple voice was clear
It had the ring of youth
She had heartwood deep inside
So she always sang the truth
And the days that I spend holding her
Are full of life for me
She sees people clearly
And we need that desperately,
She sees people clearly
And we need that desperately!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1987, Moose School Music(BMI)
LETTER TO MR. BROWN
Dear Mr. Brown, (from the kids in your school)
We're writing you a letter like you taught us to do.
We all got together at lunch this noon,
N' decided we'd better do something soon.
'Cause lately you've been diff'rent and we don't know why.
Did we do something wrong? We're sorry and we'll try
To act a little better, if we've been bad.
We all think that you're the best teacher we've had.
You used to hold our hands when we walked across the street.
You used to help us wash them just before we went to eat.
You used to kneel down and help Robbie tie his shoes,
And sometimes you would thumb-wrestle, usually you'd lose!
You used to boost up Ray and Alice on the monkey bars.
You used to put your arm around us when we got our stars.
Whenever we played "tag", you were "it" the most,
N' you'd even help Tyrone when he'd forget to blow his nose!
You used to help us button up our coats when it was chilly.
You used to mess our hairs up with your hand when we were silly.
N' you used to hug us sometimes, when we fell and hurt our knees,
But you never touch us anymore, . . . so Mr. Brown, please,
Tell us why you're mad at us, and honest, we will change!
You still help us learn to read and add, but now you're acting strange.
You never made us nervous or kept us after school.
You never touched us anywhere that was against the rules,
So, Mr. Brown, please, tell us what we did,
And we hope you read our letter, 'cause it's signed by ev'ry kid.
Signed:
Robie, Susan, Rosie, Lee,
Lavendar, and Russell T.,
Matt and Alice, Candy, Ray,
Mordecai, and Russell A.,
Ellen, Jennifer, and Mary,
Jim, Felicia, and Gary,
Jose', Reggie, Barbie, Joan,
Harold, and your friend, Tyrone.
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1986, Moose School Music (BMI)
DRAW THE LINE
Papers on the floor
Crayons circled 'round her
My daughter shapes
An intricate design
And she orders me to sit
Handling me the blue one
She says "Help me Mommy,
Help me draw the line!"
Chorus:Draw the line, draw the line
We have to help each other draw the line
Draw the line, draw the line
We have to help each other draw the line!
The news is on T.V.
He's asleep upon my lap
Tears jump down my cheeks
Like counting sheep, like counting crimes
And the worst crime of them all
Will be tomorrow morning
We'll get up and go to work
Just like everything is fine!
We'll ignore atomic waste, maybe it will go away
And the chemicals we eat don't taste so bad
Our bombs will keep us safe, and our air smells really great
And the old folks in those homes have no reason to be sad!
Chorus
My kids could save the whales
If there's any left to save
They wonder why the jails
Are overflowing with the poor
They see ninety-nine percent
Of our Senators are men
And that ego, greed, and money
Are the causes of our wars!
The moon shines like his face, I can't look her in the eye
The owl screams "Whooooo - leaves this legacy behind!??"
Somehow we've got to stop, and start a better world
Oh, help me children, please, help me draw the line!
Chorus
And the worst crime of them all,
Will be tomorrow morning
We'll get up and go to work
Just like everything is fine!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1980, Moose School Music (BMI)
ROBBIE AND THE DRAGON
Every evening, just at bedtime
Robbie puts his armor on
Jumps up on his great white stallion
Grabs his sword and then he's gone.
Riding faster than the wind
He races thru the countryside
Moonlight streaming down on him
He's off to fight the Dragon that's been
Burning him inside.
Soon he sees the giant body
Of a little boy asleep
He rides up to the giant ear
And listens to the giant breathe
He knows the giant's really him
And he must go inside, it seems
He's bigger than a mountain range
And Robbie knows the Dragon's waiting
In the Land of Dreams
Then Robbie yells his battle cry!
Hah-Ba-Rheee! Hallooo-ah-lay!
The stallion rears and charges in
And Robbie knows they're both afraid.
Through the twisting, turning tunnels
Hoof beats pound the passageways
Along the bloody, steaming rivers
Within the giant's neck, brave Robbie
Gallops through the maze.
Through the viney sinew forest
Under tendon trees and bone
They can feel the Dragon roaring
Soon they'll reach the Dragon's home
Then through the smoke of burning flesh
The Dragon's laugher cuts the air
He throws his hot and stinking breath
The stallion trips, brave Robbie falls
Into the Dragon's lair!
Then Robbie sees the Dragon's eye
He sees the hint of fear within
Could it be?! Hah-Rruuu! Hah-Rraii!
The Dragon is afraid of him!!?
The power runs through Robbie's arms
He feels the rainbow light inside
He draws his mighty healing sword
And strikes the fire-breathing monster
Right between the eyes!
The Dragon knows his days are numbered
His fire's gone, he turns to run
He's growing smaller, growing weaker
And Robbie knows the time has come
He raises up his healing sword
He's stronger than the Foul Disease!
The Dragon screams and disappears
And now, the giant body of this boy
Can heal in peace.
He whistles for his stallion, who
Comes running to his Master's side
And Robbie leaps up on his back
And off again for home they ride
Off again for home they ride.
Every evening, just at bedtime
Robbie puts his armor on
Jumps up on his great white stallion
Grabs his sword and then he's gone.
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1985, Moose School Music (BMI)
As “Samit and the Dragon”
UNDER THE RAINBOW
Under the rainbow
Everyone cares
Everyone shares
We've got to go!
Under the rainbow
It can come true,
If you believe
It's up to you!
I want my chance to grow up strong
To love my friends, and live my life
Without being scared that something's wrong
To take my turn and make mistakes
To learn as much, or more than you
To fall in love and cry when my heart breaks
You cannot give the world to us
It is not yours to give
It is a home for every child
Who needs to grow and live
And for awhile, we may borrow
The air and trees and sun
But we must never, never break the trust
Of the children yet to come
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1987, Moose School Music(BMI)
A PORSCHE AND A POTBELLY
Chorus
I got a Porsche and a potbelly
It's the great American dream
I got a Porsche and a potbelly
And someone t'keep 'em both clean!
Now I ain't lookin'
For times t'get lean
I'm kinda fonda my mid-rift bulge
And I love my machine!
You all laughed at me back when
My car was old and funny
Now y'gotta take me serious, yeah,
'Cause I got lotsa money!
I've been crankin' out a bank account
Instead of squeakin' by
Let's eat and drink and PAAARRR-TY!!
Let's party 'til we die!! Whoooo!
C'mere Babe, I'm a real man
'Cause I can pay your way
And you know I love you Honey,
Long as you do what I say!
Now m'job ain't great, but who's complainin'?
Uh-uh, Man, not me! I got the
Goose with the golden eggs by the neck,
The "yolk's" on you, not me!!!
Chorus
I got a Porsche and a potbelly
And lotsa gasoline
And I don't eat "lean cuisine!"
(Spoken: Hey, you got a cigarette? Thanks!
Got a light? Alll-riiight! )
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1987, Moose School Music(BMI)