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 A Viking Named ¡Caliente!
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                                                1)   Soy Muy Caliente Disco
                                                2)    Walkabout
                                                3)     Port
                                                4)     Word Up*
                                                5)     Catherine Calls
                                                6)     Never Gonna Let Me Out  (The Clap Song)
                                                7)     Turn Away
                                                8)     Wasting Time
                                                9)     Sydney
                                                10)   Chase (formerly known as 'Swing')
                                                11)   Whiskey in the Jar

All words and music written by Jake Laufer (c) 1997 unless otherwise noted
 
 
Soy Muy Caliente Disco
 

"Soy muy Caliente" every weekend
chicks they dig me love my freakin'
A 9-5 apprentice plumber
but at night I'm the coolest cut-a-rugger

When I go, Soy Muy Caliente Disco
Here we go, from Queens to San Francisco
Here we go, my food, my air, my disco
Here we go, hanging with Denny Terrio

Touch my hair again, I'll cut you,
I only hustle with my red shoes
Sleep with a shower cap on my sweet head
I'm gonna boogie till I be dead, be dead, be dead dead

Till I go, Soy Muy Caliente Disco etc.

Some dudes' thinking dancing just is not their style
I deal with this most every day
Don't fear the reaper, when Frampton comes alive
They all want me to show them the way.

I got a Pinto with a ski rack
I'm digging Abba on my 8-Track
It's all illegal search and seizure
Get your fingers off my suit of leisure

When I go, Soy Muy Caliente Disco
Here we go, from Queens to San Francisco
Here we go, my food, my air, my disco
Here we go, hanging with Denny Terrio

Here we go, from San Luis Obispo
Here we go, this raging flame of disco
Who cooks his food with Crisco, and lights the air with disco
I like the ladies, chicks-o and that new song by Styx-ooooo
Here we go, my food, my air, my disco
Here we go, hanging with Denny Terrio
 
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Walkabout
 

Never see it coming though we're searching, looking every day
There's always something out there, something, gonna jump out in our way
And if I look too hard, I'll find

It's often in the attic, except behind the cellar door
Thought it was diplomatic when I told you that I wanted something more
And it's gotta be out there somewhere

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We always walk around it, we always talk right through it
It's all we think about, but we never do nothing, nothing, it's all that we fear
Sometimes the sky is cloudy, but then the night is clear

No time to think about the consequence, it's too easy now, too quick to put it down
We leave it in the strictest confidence, should have known by now

We face it in the mirror, we saw it way back at the start
It's always one thing or another gonna make it all fall apart
And it may just be too late

You always said you couldn't understand me, hate you had to guess
And to never cross the street behind someone who is depressed
And you know that's one to grow on, grow on, grow on, go on

Chorus:

We always walk around, we always talk right through it
Too much to think about, and so we never ever do it
Till flash goes the light then it's all gone, got sent down to the farm
Don't want to jump too fast, still living in the past
We always walk about it, don't want to walk-a-bout it
 
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Port
 
Slip falling down from somewhere, when all that's left in silence crash the air
This is not my only confusion, this true-false question without a solution
Bear walls tell more, they know

Standing by until my number's called, this play staged by fools signifying nothing at all
It's one for the money and two for the season and three for the answer but wherefore the reason?
We wear it out

I didn't notice what I needed to see
Beneath the crumbling port, the fort it falls on me
And who will find it, when I see it through
I wasn't looking for answers, I was only answering you.

Look through the window, can't see the sky
Can't notice the forest, the trees are to high
Now what did I mean, did you state your intentions well
Sometimes my thoughts are too scattered to mention
We let it out

Quiet now she sleeps as I stand there behind the door
Searching for words, for thoughts which seemed like crystal before
When it's one for the money and two's for the season, split ways with the question
she gave me the reason
We burn it out

I didn't notice what I needed to see
Beneath the crumbling port, the fort it falls on me
And who will find it, when I see it through
I wasn't looking for answers, I was only answering you.

I can't leave it this way, it's all I say
The same old lesson taught another day
But when we find it, and the fog's seen through
At the final return I learned that the answer was you.
 
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Word Up
 Check 'em out at the Cameo tribute page!
 
 
Catherine Calls
 
I came inside to seek a shadow
I thought I spotted her in the window
Fought through the bodies shaking, hearts were taking, lines were breaking down
But what I found I still followed

I didn't see her that night, sometimes another's alright
Till Catherine calls, breaks down these walls, I'll double bolt my doors
But when Catherine calls I'll be alone no more

Moving's hard while looking backwards
Was there once more that I was after?
What's my type, act in spite know what's right, and now she's gone
I was wrong about tomorrow

Will this one be our last night?  I guess that should be alright
'Cuz when Catherine calls, breaks down these walls, won't care what's come before
And when Catherine phones I'll be alone no more

"Kate," I'm calling her there
I know she needed to be more than just what I wanted her to be
If I could see her there
Maybe I'd understand the time that we had was not meant to be

Accept my choice to decline to see what's waiting outside
Till Catherine calls breaks down these walls, I'll double bolt my doors
And when Catherine phones, I'll be alone no more.

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Never Gonna Let Me Out
The Clap Song
 
There comes a time when I feel confined
My world it seems really small
It makes me miss all those times I played
Twister, naked in the mall

And if you really want to know me, show me
Just what this world is about
Because I'm stuck in this institution and they're never gonna let me out

Sometimes I feel so happy, baby
Sometimes I get so mad
Sometimes I feel so lonely, only
Because my milk went bad

Sometimes I think I'm a Swedish Princess
Sitting on a toilet seat throne
And I wonder each time I'm sleeping
Why these ants won't leave me alone

Chorus:

{Don't come closer with that flaming necktie
I know what you're trying to do
Because the walls around me are melting
And I think my bunny's turning blue

And if you really want to know me, show me
Just what this world is about
Because I'm stuck in this institution and they're never gonna let me out}

Faces, blankets, vacums, motors, everything in orange colors
Worship Barney, offer staples, send death threats to Marla Maples
Sleep with chickens, dance with otters, grow a beard like Mr. Kotter
Eat a jigsaw, drink a phone, I think I'm safe to be left alone!

Don't go out in public ever
Don't you know it'll give you The Clap
The cartographers of the world are systematically erasing my home, Atlantis from all maps.

It's all a conspiracy, it's clear to me, the probability, that you and me
Were originally both peas in a pod
So bow to me, worship me, ain't no fallacy, a certainty
That I am the lord your god.

Chorus
 
 
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 Turn Away
 
Keep calling for the outside, voices they betray
Gave up upon the inside, turned back from all this way

These moments they were ours, time reduced to days
You've seen my finest hours, my great escape.

It's sliding sideways across the floor, this endless search for something more
All that I'm to say
Expecting you to understand, this wreck-up lain upon my hand
And asking me to stay
But I turn away

I notice, seems one's come this far
To keep me here this time, but I'm away

Feels like living under glass, waiting for this time to pass
Thought it over, it over
I'm still living under glass, waiting for this time to pass
I know, I go, it's time but no-one seems to know
Why go, I know, it's time, it's time, it's time I go
I go, I know, but why but where now I don't where now I don't
I don't know

I've seen it all a thousand times
Should come as no surprise
This image that was on my mind
It's now there before my eyes

It's sliding sideways cross the floor, obsesseive search for so much more
All that I'm, all that I'm, all that I'm to say
Expecting you to understand, this wreck-up lain upon my hand
And asking me to stay
But I turn away.

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Wasting Time
(Jake Laufer and Adam Hellegers)

 
 
Look inside, looking around
Look over there, and see what we've found
There's a man dressed in red, there's a curl on his lip
Grunge plaid on his head, he's packing a dip

Cover your eyes, cover your nose
Smell what you can't over exposed
He's watching his tone, hair tucked round his ears
He won't be alone, he's going for beers.

You never let me down, but you never let me in
Cloaked in your wedding gown, let's begin

No worries by her, no problems by them
He does what he wants, he's taking the blame
He's holding the wire, it's taut and it's cold
He witholds his ire for those who stand bold.

You took the open clause, to tail that piercing shout
You grasped with desperat claws, let me out

How can you lose what you don't have?
You'll only gain what can never be
In fabrication you are clad
I see you crumble over me

I barely know which way to go
I rarely get a break or find
If I could come out from below
I'd see I'm wasting my time.

Lyrics by Adam Hellegers and Jake Laufer
Music by Jake Laufer (c)1993
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Sydney
 
I don't know just what you want me to say
Maybe it's best when we just put it off some days
Did I have to go so far outside?
You don't believe when I have nothing to hide.

I hear you talking, you see me walking
Just leave me alone, this is all that I got, I'm through
You'll never understand, don't try to comprehend
I'll tell you when I want to so just look in my eyes when I say

Chorus:

Have you ever been alive?
Sat up till dawn under warm southern skies
Saw the Sydney harbour lights
I give it all tonight

Keep placing calls, but I never get through
It all gets lost when I try to explain it to you
Reaching down and over, cross the sea
Knowing that soon they will all forget about me
Got to get over, you said "get over it"
She told me she'd get over as only she could afford it
So now I'm waiting, and contemplating
Ask me what I'm thinking and I'll tell you as you deserve it.

Chorus:

So now I'm choosing all my words with care
Think with a story I can magically take you there
I give you credit for how long you've been lasting
But the truth is that I'm sick of you asking!
I hear you talking, you see me walking
Try to escape, but where can I turn to
Memories are cheaped, a nation's sleeping
I answered all your questions when you look in my eyes and I say

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Chase
 
These happy places come and faces in the summertime
I never wanted it to end
Hard to imagine that the warm embraces soon grow cold
I never put it on a friend

Here eyes were like the coal that winter smashed to pieces
The chilly darkness in my head
A car it came between and led my chasing geeses
I found the interstate instead.

Chorus:

Don't know why, hard to say but it's always something
Keeps it running through my head
Don't know why, all I know it's always something
I didn't want it for myself

So I sped along while she slowed down, I passed her by
I kept on searching through the night
Was pushing hundred-twenty, tearing up from town to town
Somehow I made it home alive

She was leaving for the army after Independance Day
This Uzi-packing Sabra Belle
Who knew if she'd return or if she'd even bother
Leave me with something good to tell.

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Whiskey in the Jar
This is a traditional Irish song whose lyrics has many different versions
Here is one of them
Consquentially, this is not the version that I do
 Whiskey lyrics
 

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All songs except for "Word Up"and "Whiskey in the Jar" are (c) Jake Laufer registered with the US Copyright office in 1997
All Rights Reserved
Infringement upon this copyright will be dealt with severely and creatively.