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+ | lyric by Joe Young (died 1939) © expired 2010<br/> | ||
+ | ''<strike>music by Fred E Ahlert (died 1953)</strike> © expires 2024'' | ||
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+ | I dropped inside a roadside inn, | ||
+ | One rainy afternoon, | ||
+ | I heard a phonograph within that played the latest tune; | ||
+ | I saw the couples dancing ‘round | ||
+ | And a stranger all alone, | ||
+ | And when they shut the music down I heard that stranger moan: | ||
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+ | [CHORUS] | ||
+ | Drop A Nickel In The Slot, | ||
+ | Make the music play | ||
+ | Drop A Nickel In The Slot, | ||
+ | Take my blues away | ||
+ | In ev’ry record I find romance | ||
+ | Then I lose my dream girl, at the end of the dance: | ||
+ | Drop A Nickel In The Slot, | ||
+ | Try a new refrain, | ||
+ | Drop A Nickel In The Slot, | ||
+ | Bring her back again, | ||
+ | It’s the only way to have my dream girl stay, | ||
+ | Drop A Nickel In The Slot, | ||
+ | And make the music play. | ||
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Revision as of 14:23, 19 September 2011
Background
We're developing a series of events for Camden Arts Centre for Autumn 2011
Camden Arts Centre, Arkwright Road, London, NW3 6DG
Thursday 6th October 2011
Song Division 1 (sources)
DJ set
7pm - 9pm
Wednesday 2nd November 2011
Song Division 2 (live)
7pm - 8:30pm
Wednesday 16th Nov 2011
Song Division 3 (live)
7pm - 8:30pm
more details and line-up coming soon
Sources: Out-of-copyright Lyrics
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Guiding Star lyrics by Anne Caldwell (died 1936) © expired 2007 We stood beneath a summer sky, When the mood was blue, love. We saw a star that shone on high, Named the star for you. Promised that when those rays I should see, If I send a loving thought to you, You’ll send one to me. REFRAIN: Shine on, my silver star, I call you from afar, Sweetheart, I am your own, Only yours alone. Your arms shall hold me fast, While life and love may last, Though far apart we are, You’re my shining silver star! |
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Here’s to the Old Days (Good Bye Old Pals) lyrics by Anne Caldwell (died 1936) © expired 2007 My good pals, jolly old pals, What a time it is since friendship first began. I’m leaving, don’t be grieving For I soon shall be a happy married man. We’re thinking of the times we shall be missing you, When at a flowing bowl we gaze. While I’m home by the fireside, dreaming of my daring, dashing bach’lor days. REFRAIN: Here’s to the old days, Here’s to the old ways, Here’s to the old friends, Loyal and clever, Here’s to the great nights, Here’s to the late nights, Memories grand will last forever. Quaffing a flacon of bachelor size, Under the stars until sunrise. Here’s a farewell to liquor and gals, Good luck and Goodbye old Pals. Here’s to the Pals. |
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Love is Like a Song lyrics by Anne Caldwell (died 1936) © expired 2007 Life is strange; Fate is grim and tragic Till with wond’rous magic Love comes to the door, Turnig days that were sad and grey days Into glad and gay days Never known before. Though the sun hides behind the shadows, Still your sky shall be ever blue; I’ll be ever near, For I love you, dear. REFRAIN: Love is like a song, a lovely song, That sings to me the whole day long: “Sweetheart, dear heart, my heart.” Symphony of dreams, for in a dream I hold you close in love supreme; Sweetheart, dear heart, my heart. And when I think of you, at morning, night or noon; That beloved tune will start Telling me in melody divine, That I am yours and you are mine, Sweetheart, dear heart, my heart |
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Mr & Mrs Sippi lyrics by Anne Caldwell (died 1936) © expired 2007 Black water flow along, carry me on Over the lonely bay, You-oo! That old lonely feelin’ on me stealin’ makes me blue. Blue water that I love callin’ to me, Down the levee I come, Babe; My heart’s all a shiver, To that blessed river, I’se a comin’ home. Mister and Missis Sippi, I miss you so, I’se just dippy. One day you’re so level and mild As you flow down to the sea; Next day you’se a devil, too wild for a poor black child like me. You’re just like my Mammy and Pappy. When I’se beside you I’m happy Because I was born by you; I’se part o’you, The heart o’you Mister and Missis Sippi! |
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My One Ambition is You lyrics by Anne Caldwell (died 1936) © expired 2007 He: Though I’m rather sentimental, Girls have made me very shy. I thought love was accidental, Like a cinder in your eye. Never felt that I was falling, Till I took you by the hand, Now the cuckoo birds are calling, Oh, gosh! Ain’t love grand. She: I’m so sincere and believing, I hope you’re never deceiving. There’s no one I like like I like you, You make me cry like big babies do. Believe me, honey, There’s nobody who Can creep in my arms The way that you do. My heart you juggle, My head you spin, Without a struggle I just give in I have a mission I’ve got to put through, My one ambition is you! |
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A Tear, A Kiss, A Smile lyrics by Anne Caldwell (died 1936) © expired 2007 When you’re in love nothing else counts at all, And deep in love even the wisest fall. I’m telling you true, I’m in love with you; Don’t take me to task dear, Here’s all that I ask, dear: A tear, a kiss, a smile. A smile, a kiss, a tear Is all I have in all the world To give to you, my dear. A smile for when we meet, A tear when we must part, A kiss that tells you, That my love is yours alone, sweetheart! |
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Whistling the Blues Away lyrics by Anne Caldwell (died 1936) © expired 2007 She: When you are on duty marching all around I shall hear you passing by my door. He: Precious little beauty you’ll be safe and sound, Guarded as you never were before. She: When your footsteps are away Maybe I’ll get blue Lest my eyes I cry away, Tell me what to do? He: When you get blue, just whistle for me dear, She: [Whistles] He: I’ll promise you I will never fail to hear, She: [Whistles] He: Then I’ll pretend it’s just a little bird, She: [Whistles] He: I’ll find my baby without another word. She: [Whistles] She: When in the shade dear, Someone you’ll see Don’t be afraid dear, For it’ll be little me. Both: We’ll cuddle close until the break of day, Both: [Whistle] Whistling the blues away. |
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Any Place Will Do With You lyrics by Harold Atteridge (died 1938) © expired 2009 On the river ‘neath the silv’ry gleam Then the fascinated lovers dream Don’t forget the moon above for love And twinkling stars that beam In the night time in a dream canoe O’er the bay a love song comes to you What arrangements you must always make For sweet love’s sake. You call on nature for a scene serene serene For love you must have atmosphere If cupid needs that to appear He’s not sincere. REFRAIN: Any place at all will do with you We’ll find Romance without skies of blue We won’t need moonlight To help along No dimmered lights or dreamy song No stars twinkling or a scented breeze As a reason for a stolen squeeze No flow’ry bower, for only two Any place at all will do with you |
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In Old Grenada lyrics by Harold Atteridge (died 1938) © expired 2009 At the dusk of day By Grenada Bay My love waits for me so vainly Gazing over the sea; Shadows bring the night, Then a beacon light bright, Its rays all roam across the foam to see if I am coming home I must start REFRAIN: My heart is down in old Grenada, Back in that quaint old saintly town; My fondest mem’ry tells of gold-tipped citadels Of mystic temple bells At evening tide I picture wandering through the dim cathedrals What love tales old They could unfold! My love I’ll hold and pledge devotion, Boundless as the ocean; Way down in old Grenada town. |
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California lyrics by Harold Atteridge (died 1938) © expired 2009 Miss California, Miss California, You have won my heart completely; And since I met you I can’t forget you, Oh, how dear you are to me! California, I adore you! California, I am for you! There is nothing I’d not do for your sake; All your palm trees as they’re waving, In my heart awake a craving. When I leave you all the fondest mem’ries then awake, Ev’ry bit of love I’d shower, Even on your smallest flower, I love everything beneath your skies blue. From the smallest leaf that’s growing, To the scented breeze that’s blowing, California I am strong for you. |
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On a Modern Wedding Day lyrics by Harold Atteridge (died 1938) © expired 2009 In a marriage now, Really up to date, It is by eugenics that you choose your mate; You will have to train for the lifelong fight; At a modern wedding it’s quite a sight. [CHORUS] Here comes the bride She has a real athletic stride She glows with pride Her perfect mate is by her side They have trained the months away with those wedding chimes are I raised to the minute they’re tied For their happy wedding day. While the bride makes loving eyes, Looking at the groom All the guests take exercise Prancing round the room. They throw dumbells with their might, As the couple starts away And it’s like a fight Up on a modern wedding day. |
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I Dare Not Love You lyrics by Harry B Smith (died 1936) © expired 2007 Rudolf: Through the dark of night one may wander on By a single star led to the gleam of dawn Flavia: I would rather say that you lost your way In the primrose path astray. Rudolf: Youth must have its fling So the poets sing Pleasure’s siren song called you away too long Rudolf: I confess you’re right I’m repentant quite There’s a change in you ‘tis true. Rudolf: Yes now that my destiny leads me to you, I see my life from a new point of view. Flavia: But why no strangers are we You seem so different to me Whatever has changed you I welcome the change; Rudolf: Love has a magical influence strange. Flavia: You love me then? Rudolf: I Love you more than I dare say! Flavia: You never spoke in this way. Rudolf: Love’s a flash of light In the darkest night All the world concealed is to your eyes revealed. It is strange to me and I cannot say Why I find you changed today. Rudolf: I have led a careless life deserving your disdain, Flavia: If I can be proud of you, my prayr’s are not in vain, Rudolf: For a crown and for a throne I’d care not I own! Flavia: A man I should be proud to love I have longed for you to be. REFRAIN: Rudolf: I dare not love you, still dream about you Vainly I tried not to dream of you. So far above me How can you love me? Hope’s star will be my guide, till my dreams come true! |
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I’m Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter words by Joe Young (died 1939) © expired 2010 The mail man passes by And I just wonder why He never stops to ring my front door bell. There’s not a single line From that dear old love of mine No, not a word since I last heard “farewell” CHORUS: I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter And make believe it came from you. I’m gonna write words oh, so sweet, They’re gonna knock me off my feet. A lot of kisses on the bottom, I’ll be glad I got ‘em, I’m gonna smile and say, “I hope you’re feeling better” And close “with love” the way you do. I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter And make believe it came from you. Since you stopped writing me I’m worried as can be, I miss each little love word now and then. You’re in my ev’ry thought, You don’t know how much I’ve fought To find a way to feel O.K. again. |
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Babs: Fox-Trot Song words by Joe Young (died 1939) © expired 2010 Let me introduce to you, A brand new little “five foot two” called Babs, Sweet Babs. Latest heartbreak for the boys, Those who love to play with toys like Babs, Sweet Babs. How they gather ‘round her is a scream, She’s no “deb”, no big “celeb”, But she’s a dream: [CHORUS] (Boy Version) Babs with her funny little “doo dabs”, In her finery there’s no finer “she” than Babs. Just look at Babs steppin’ in and out of new cabs, All the cabbies swear there’s no finer fare than Babs. Certain gals say she holds nothin’, Would you call that jealousy? I’d say she holds nothin’, Nothin’ but T.N.T. I love that Babs with her funny little “doo dabs”. Take those other dolls In their folderols And I’ll take Babs. She’s so easy on the eyes, The winner of each beauty prize, is Babs, Sweet Babs. When she enters in a test, There’s no contest, she’s the best, that’s Babs, Sweet Babs. She’s tough competition; why compete? She’s got “It” and more of “It” than any sweet: [CHORUS] (Girl Version) Babs with her funny little “doo dabs”, In her finery there’s no finer “she” than Babs. Just look at Babs steppin’ in and out of new cabs, All the cabbies swear there’s no finer fare than Babs. Certain gals say she holds nothin’, Would you call that jealousy? I’d say she holds nothin’, Nothin’ but T.N.T. I mean that Babs with her funny little “doo dabs”. Take a tip from me, Take a look and see And you’ll like Babs. |
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Disappointed and Disgusted words by Joe Young (died 1939) © expired 2010 Ev’rything was wonderful life was so sublime Ev’rything was beautiful but that was once upon a time That’s why I’m [CHORUS] Disappointed And Disgusted ‘cause the only one I ever loved and trusted Turned out to be such a meany to me. Disappointed And Disgusted Must it worry me because she left me, must it? How could she be such a meany to me! I thought that love was bigger than the world and all I got burned and then I learned the world couldn’t be so small, So I’m Disappointed And Disgusted ‘Cause the only one I ever loved turned out to be Such a meany to me. |
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The Doughboy’s in the Dough Again words by Joe Young (died 1939) © expired 2010 By bus, by train, From ‘Frisco to Maine; Crowds are moving ev’ry where, They’re on the land and In the air, No one’s marching in time, And no one’s saying, “Brother, can you spare a dime?” The doughboy’s in the dough again, Cash in hand on the go again; From ev’ry village and farm, He’s hittin’ for town with a gal on his arm. The doughboy’s learned to smile again; No more you’ll see him with a worried brow, He’s in the money with his honey now. The world is glad to know again The doughboy’s in the dough again. |
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Drop a Nickel in the Slot lyric by Joe Young (died 1939) © expired 2010 I dropped inside a roadside inn, One rainy afternoon, I heard a phonograph within that played the latest tune; I saw the couples dancing ‘round And a stranger all alone, And when they shut the music down I heard that stranger moan: [CHORUS] Drop A Nickel In The Slot, Make the music play Drop A Nickel In The Slot, Take my blues away In ev’ry record I find romance Then I lose my dream girl, at the end of the dance: Drop A Nickel In The Slot, Try a new refrain, Drop A Nickel In The Slot, Bring her back again, It’s the only way to have my dream girl stay, Drop A Nickel In The Slot, And make the music play. |
Sources: Out-of-copyright Music
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Music sources coming soon |
Credits
Researcher: Matthew White