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The Big Parade

by Henry Boy Jenkins

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1.
Just One Kiss ©2004 Henry Boy Jenkins Oh, yeah--can someone tell me how Love can take your whole world And just turn it upside down Shake it like a tail feather, swing it from a tree Diving right into incomprehensibility Oh, yeah--can someone tell me why Love can take your hopes up And then hang ‘em out to dry Park ‘em like a roller derby, ride ‘em like a steed I’m inclined to drivin’ blind All I really need is just one kiss Just one kiss Just one kiss Break the spell I’m under Oh, yeah--can someone tell me please Where to find the romance That’ll bring me to my knees Make me play the backbeat backwards, turn it inside out I’ve got no use for love-sick blues The one-and-only cure I’ve found is just one kiss Just one kiss Just one kiss Break the spell I’m under tonight People say that I’m a dreamer They laugh and say that I’m a clown If that’s true then I’m a fool for love I won’t let ‘em bring me down The morning sun is shining and I’m bouncing off the wake The ‘Happy-Ever-Afters’ can be ours All it takes is just one kiss
2.
My Big Hello 05:06
My Big Hello ©2004 Henry Boy Jenkins Well, she’s as pretty as a picture In her leopard-skin pillbox hat In my Bikini Island camera club I’m Cyrano de Bergerac Shootin’ fish in barrels Hoops ‘n’ garters Singin’ “Tra-la-boom-dee-aye” While all the shutterbugs are shakin’ She’s paradin’ in her bustier Well, it ain’t the dance, it’s the dancer And it ain’t the smoke, it’s the cancer Let the circumstantial evidence expose My Big Hello To you Big Hello To you Big ol’ fine “How-do-you-do” Big Hello to you Well, she’s some kind of fine and dandy In her candy-striped corselet I’m her electric Don Quixote My tripod hasn’t failed me yet Gotcher stiletto telephoto And my heart is screamin’ “Hold the phone!” We’re talkin’ Baby Doll pajamas Spinnin’ platters by the Penningtones Well, it ain’t the boat, it’s the ocean And it ain’t the beat, it’s the motion And my singular devotion’s on the rise...”Surprise!” Big Hello To you Big Hello To you Big ol’ fine “How-do-you-do” Big Hello to you I heard you all got love for sale The devil’s barbequed my tail My heart’s as heavy as a boulder There ain’t no rest for the wicked Go on--serve up that Wilson Pickett I got an angel on my shoulder “Hello, Baby!” Well, she’s the classic Teaserama She’s the naughty little girl next door The way she shimmies for the jimmies I forget just what I came here for I’m gonna mail a little letter: “Mister Frederick, send your best fishnets” I’ll catch a tempest in a C-cup Lord, I love that alphabet! Well, it ain’t the owl, it’s the hooter And it ain’t the shot, it’s the shooter I will be your suitor, baby, hear me howl
3.
Summertown 03:50
Summertown ©2004 Henry Boy Jenkins Holy rollercoaster ride of love Cotton candy clouds Pink lemonade skies above Picture perfect frame of mind today Onomatoepia gotta see -mmm- Buzz your big bouquet Little Cupid played his trumpet sound And let those arrows quiver down Into the heart of Summertown Monkeyshining brighter all the time Swing a big banana Polyanna, say that you’ll be mine Fortune cookie secret rendezvous Frosting on the beater Even sweeter on your angel food Little Cupid played his trumpet sound And let those arrows quiver down Into the heart of Summertown Into the heart of summer Into the heart of Summertown Shower one another With those rosy ruby lips Tarzan and Jane... Frosting on the beater Secret monkey love
4.
Every Single Time ©2004 Henry Boy Jenkins All the little children sing “Can Jack and Jill come out to play?” Fetch me a couple cans and string There’s something I just gotta say Johnny-come-latelys will tell you You can’t hurry love Visionaries will say “Love is blind.” Got to believe in “Love lasts forever” You can’t see a thing ‘til you open your eyes Every single time I see you I don’t know what to say Every single time I’m near you My words get in the way Every single time I’m with you Each day is Christmas Day And every single time The band begins to play Catch the ocean in a box Keep your castle made of sand Everybody’s heart unlocks You hold the key in your hand
5.
Kaleidoscope 03:23
Kaleidoscope ©2004 Henry Boy Jenkins I don’t wanna get hurt I don’t wanna loose my pride Love is a Wishing Well But it’s so hard to tell what’s inside It doesn’t take a genius To see how others seen us It’s a story that you know too well Despite my best intention I guess I failed to mention Bitter pill in the candy shell Carousel kaleidoscope Pretty pictures in a mirrored pose Painted ponies in a row Broken hearts in my kaleidoscope I just wanna play it safe I wanna be sure this time Love is a spinning top It has been known to stop on a dime Don’t take a Ph.D. To see we’re history I guess it’s just the way the story goes Blow the first impression Go in the wrong direction I’m standing all alone outside your door Carousel kaleidoscope Pretty pictures in a mirrored pose Painted ponies in a row Broken hearts in my kaleidoscope Broken hearts in my kaleidoscope I don’t wanna get I don’t wanna get lost again I don’t wanna loose my way I just wanna come I just wanna come home again I need you to light my way Don’t need to be clairvoyant to see that we avoided The simple handwriting on the wall Honey, it’s now or never There’s no time to be clever Keep your eye on the bouncing ball
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Buddha Home 04:00
Buddha Home ©2004 Henry Boy Jenkins I met the Buddha on the road back home The skies were cloudy And we did like people do in Rome If I were Michelangelo I’d paint your face across my ceiling Once more with feeling So alone We drove all night long--just the two of us He said: “It’s alright, son You’re either on or off The Bus.” If I were Mario I’d turn this rig around and race right to your door I’d come back For more Operator, turn on your microphone Call me a taxi - Hail to the Chief Tryin’ to get the Buddha home Operator, silence me with The Cone ‘Cuz I’m down on my luck and I’m out on the street I’m tryin’ to get the Buddha home I’m tryin’ to get the Buddha home Young Love is popular in Outer Space The cosmonauts declare: “It’s all the rage!” If I were Galileo I’d discover Heaven in your kiss That’s what I miss The most Operator, turn on your microphone Call me a taxi - Hail to the Chief Tryin’ to get the Buddha home Operator, silence me with The Cone ‘Cuz I’m down on my luck and I’m out on the street I’m tryin’ to get the Buddha home I’m tryin’ to get the Buddha home Don’t stop Don’t tell me to stop Don’t go Don’t tell me to go Don’t wait Don’t tell me to wait 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-one more time If I were Deano I’d croon down the moon To taste your pizza pie Oh! That’s amore! My-oh-my-oh... Operator, turn on your microphone Call me a taxi - Hail to the Chief I’m tryin’ to get the Buddha home Operator, won’t you silence me with The Cone? Well, I’m outta my luck and I’m down on the street I’m outta my mind but I’m flat on my feet Hot on your trail - I’m poundin’ a beat I’m tryin’ to get the Buddha home
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Last Man On The Moon ©2004 Henry Boy Jenkins I met her in the summer rain She asked if I could fly I never asked her why, it just turned out that way I didn’t catch her metaphor It flew right overhead She took my hand instead and showed me how to play It’s a long way down and a long, long time ago... The first time and the last always come as a surprise Right before your eyes your world explodes The last one is the very first to know I held her through the winter snow She read her zodiac I never could look back into the future I had to turn my collar up Against a frozen sky She told me not to cry but to forget her It’s a long way down and a long, long time ago... The first time and the last always come as a surprise Right before your eyes your world explodes The last one is the very first to know Your cameo appearances are overdue The valentines I knew were all belated The chrysalis is decorating his cocoon The "Last Man on the Moon" routine Is over rated - so backdated, yeah It’s a long way down and a long, long time ago... The first time and the last always come as a surprise Right before your eyes your world explodes The first time and the last time Like a mirror and a mask You never have to ask because it shows The last one is the very first to know
8.
Babylon 03:41
Babylon ©2004 Henry Boy Jenkins [hear no evil / see no evil / speak no evil babble...] Is that you Wearing the cheap disguise Is that you Hiding behind those eyes Is it me Pretending that I can’t see Your secret identity How could I be so naive Is that you Planning your getaway Is that you Running through what to say Is it me Perpetural absentee Afraid of who I might be If I were the one to leave It’s all been said a million ways before But I don’t wannna hear it anymore Babble on and on and on and on and on and on and babble On and on and on and on and on and on and babble on Is that you Covering your own tracks Is that you Lying to save your ass Is it me Willing to be deceived Turn the other cheek Avoiding impropriety It’s all been said a million ways before But I don’t wannna hear it anymore Babble on and on and on and on and on and on and babble On and on and on and on and on and on and babble on Look! Up in the air A bird, a plane A written prayer that reads: “Surrender Dorothy” Tear down the walls and run with me It’s all been said a million ways before And I don’t wannna hear it I don’t wannna hear it I just don’t wannna hear it anymore
9.
Aeroplanes 03:53
Aeroplanes ©2004 Henry Boy Jenkins This one went to market This one stayed home One flew too near the clear blue sky With no silver lining or love defining the times No wonder that they cry This one made of straw And this one made of stone One love to love not fade away Hear my heart Keep time when I play Now it’s raining aeroplanes every day Fingertips together Up the water spout The rains came down and washed away My heart Keeps time when I play And it’s raining aeroplanes It’s raining aeroplanes It keeps raining aeroplanes every day
10.
The Big Parade ©2004 Henry Boy Jenkins I am a laughiing camel I love to stay up half the night Just laughing You are a wild blue angel A touch of Heaven in the night Wild thing Embracing the rhythm Music in the street I race with my beloved through the night To join the Big Parade Join the Big Parade We dance like Fred and Ginger We toss and tumble ‘til the stars fall from our hair Trembling The Big Parade is in town My love, they wear the finest shoes Parading Embracing the rhythm Music in the street I race with my beloved through the night To join the Big Parade Join the Big Parade Sing the Woman - drum the Man Celebrate the Boy and Girl Wear your like Heaven All around the world Sing the Woman - drum the Man Celebrate the Boy and Girl When two hearts touch You can taste the world The Big Parade is in town Wear your Birthday Suit! Racing to the rhythm Music in the street Embracing my beloved through the night Join the Big Parade Come on won’t you Join the Big Parade Baby - listen Listen to your heartbeat Bangin’ like a drum Marchin’ to that Love Thing Lend a hand to everyone Listen to your heartbeat

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Produced by Henry Boy Jenkins and Conrad Uno
Engineered and Mixed by Uno and HBJ at Egg Studios, Seattle WA

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released November 23, 2004

All songs written by Henry Boy Jenkins
© 2004 Hank’s House of Donuts (BMI)

Henry Boy Jenkins: Vocals, Guitars, Keys, Percussion, Bass
Mike Bristow: Bass, Ukelele
Jay Weaver: Drums, Percussion

with special guests:
Eric Erickson (track 10): Harmony Vocals, Keys, Bass, Guitar
Greg Luke (track 3): Trumpet
Jessica Lurie (track 7): Sax
Carl Miller (track 10): Harmonica
Brent Pennington (track 2): Slide Guitar
Uno: Occasional Bass, Percussion

Choir (track 10): Erik Brauch; Jane Thornton; Eric, Mela, & Megan Erickson; Connie & Jennifer Going; HBJ; Carl Miller; Brian & Miki Nelson; Marina Snyder; Uno; Jay Weaver

Produced by Henry Boy Jenkins and Conrad Uno
Engineered and Mixed by Uno and HBJ at Egg Studios
Mastered by Mark Guenther at Seattle Disc Mastering

Additional recording by HBJ at Toy Town Studios (tracks 9 and 10);
Eric Erickson and HBJ at The Batcave and Play Hear Studios (track 10)

Cover photography: Shirley DeMuth
Toy Wrangler: Hilarie Furnier
Package Design: Alisha Baker
Cover Concept and Artwork: HBJ

℗ 2004 Prehistoric Sounds. All Rights Reserved.

In memory of Eric Erickson (1958 - 1996).

TO BE PLAYED AT MAXIMUM VOLUME

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