LYRICS
If you think it’s a question of maybe
When it comes to killing a baby
Then it’s time to grasp reality
Put away the grenade
Into the light. Out of the shade.
If you think there’s nothing wrong
With dropping a wedding bomb
Peace will forever long
Military parade charade
Into the light. Out of the shade.
Lurking in the shadows
A wolf in our meadows
Dressed in sheep’s clothing
Nothin’ more worth loathing
Hatred fade! Into the light. Out of the shade.
A coversong inspired by “An earthquake with magnitude 7.8 occurred near Lamjung, Nepal at 06:11:26 UTC on Apr 25, 2015. (This event has been reviewed by a seismologist.)” A tribute to the victims.
Wikipedia –“Katmandu” is a song written and recorded by American rock artist Bob Seger.
Kathmandu is the capital of Nepal. In the ’60s, as many Americans were searching for enlightenment, the city was seen as a panacea for the ills of Western culture. A remote and exotic location, it was also seen as the ultimate getaway, which is how Seger used it in this song.
Bob Seger took a humorous tone, singing about his desire to disappear for a while after dealing with constant touring and record company politics. For him, Kathmandu is used to represent a place far away where no one will bother you.
E A E
A
I think I'm goin' to Katmandu
A7 E7 E
That s really, really where I'm goin' to
B7
If I ever get out of here
E
That what I'm gonna do
E7 A
K-k-k-k-k-k-katmandu
A7 E7 E
I think it's really where I'm goin' to
B7
If I ever get out of here
E
I'm goin' to Katmandu
A
I got no kick against the West Coast
E
Warner Brothers are such good hosts
B7
I raise my whiskey glass, and give 'em a toast
E
I'm sure they know it's true
A
I got no rap against southern states
E
Every time I've been there it's been great
B7
But now I'm leaving and I can't be late
E
And to myself be true
A
That's why I'm goin' to Katmandu
A7 E7 E
Up to the mountains where I'm goin' to
B7
Hey, if I ever get out of here
E
That what I'm gonna do
E7 A
K-k-k-k-k-k-katmandu
A7 E7 E
It's really, really where I'm goin' to
B7
If I ever get out of here
E
I'm goin' to Katmandu
A
I got no quarrel with the Midwest
E
The folks out there have given me their best
B7
I've lived there all my life, I've been their guest
E
I sure have loved it, too
A
I'm tired of looking at the TV news
E
I'm tired of driving hard and payin' dues
B7
I figure, baby, I got nothin' to lose
E
I'm tired of being blue
A
That s why I'm goin' to Katmandu
A7 E7 E
Up to the mountains where I'm goin' to
B7
Hey, if I ever get out of here
E
That what I'm gonna do
E7 A
K-k-k-k-k-k-katmandu
A7 E7 E
Take me baby, cause I m going with you
B7
If I ever get out of here
E
I'm goin' to Katmandu
break
A
I ain't got nothin' 'gainst the East Coast
E
You want some people, well they got the most
B7
New York City's like a friendly old ghost
E
You seem to pass right through
A
I know I'm gonna miss the USA
E
I guess I'll miss it every single day
B7
But no one loves me here any way
E
I know my plane is due
A
The one that s going to Katmandu
A7 E7 E
Up to the mountains where I'm goin' to
B7
Hey, if I ever get out of here
E
That what I'm gonna do
E7 A
K-k-k-k-k-k-katmandu
A7 E7 E
really, really goin' to
B7
if I ever get out of here
B
if I ever get out of here
C7 B7
if I ever get out of here
E E A E
I'm goin' to Katmandu
Get in to it
With intuition
Get in to it
With intuition
It’s kind-of like a premonition
With very little… maybe no…
Superstition
Get into it
Intuition
In the shell of a nut
You’ll feel it in your gut
There will be no if, and, or, but
You’ll feel it in your gut
Got to get into it
Intuition
(Keyboard Jam)
Intuition
When you get to know know you know the flow
You go, you go, you go
You within the flow
See the me inside of me
I get into it… in to intuition
It’s kind-of like a premonition
With very little superstition
From the gut
No if, and, or, but
LYRICS
A fight to the finish
In our fragile space capsule
A race to The End of the human race
Living to diminish
Our fragile space capsule
Modern Age rage flailing in disgrace
LYRICS
Thought it couldn’t get much stranger
There’s a babe lying in a manger
Little Boy Blue come blow your horn
The one not to call himself King has just been born
Thought I heard angels
Trumpets and bell jangles
Little Boy Blue come blow your horn
Lookin’ like the New Day is born
Swear I saw a comet
A tail (tale) ya can’t forget
Little Boy Blue come blow your horn
There’s Good News for the people to learn
LYRICS
I think and I thunk on figuring about
The whole world turning inside out
Have you ever, ever, ever, ever thought about
The whole world turning inside out
Give a scream! Give a shout! Figure about:
The whole world turning inside out
Give a scream! Give a shout! Figure about.
And maybe… just maybe… we can work it out
LYRICS
The bold boy retrieves a toy
Shy lass… tail between ass
You’ve got it there
I think you’ve the instinct of a ratier
Just like that you’ll be tossing a rat
Then comes in the gold-digger
He’s tearing up our past
Too bad his soul can’t grow bigger
’cause his life will pass him by too fast
Tell the truth about
Ferret him out
ABOUT THE SONG
C A
C D A
This song was inspired by the animals of West Chester, PA… including the humans. It started when a terrier started going crazy on this toy. I was just sitting on the Court House wall writing a song, and a dog started going wild. It turns out it wasn’t a toy. It was a rat.
Ratiers are a type of dog specifically bred to flush-out rats.
The second verse is about a guy going through a public park with a metal detector.
LYRICS
You and your voodoo
You and your voodoo do what you do
The more you change the more you’re the same
You’re going insane
You and your voodoo
Without concern
When will you learn
You don’t care about me
When do you think you’ll see
You and your voodoo
You and your voodoo
Do what you do
The more you change
The more you stay the same
The more you change
The more convinced I am
You’re going insane
You and your voodoo
The more your change
The more you rearrange
The more you change
The more insane
You’re insane
You went insane
You went off the tracks
You don’t know fiction from facts
You and your voodoo
You and your voodoo
you do what you do
The more you change
The more you rearrange
The more you change
The more insane
You and your voodoo
You and your voodoo
You do what you do
The more you change
The more you rearrange
The more you change
The more insane
You and your voodoo
You and your voodoo
You do what you do
This is the part we talk about the change
Postpartum depression
Ya I am
I learned my lesson
The more you changed
The more you rearranged
The more you changed
The more insane
You went insane
You went crazy on me
You and your voodoo
You and your voodoo
You do what you do
LYRICS
When down and out is in
Maybe I’ll begin
When down and out is in
Maybe I’ll begin
To check in
To checking in
’cause as soon as I found out
About checking out…
It’s true what’s said about the dead,
“You’re dead.”
Checking in to checking in
Been too long
Going wrong
With checking out
Checking in to checking in
I for one have begun
To check in to checking in
Checking in to checking in
I’ve got more than 36 items
I’ve got more than 12 items
I’ve gotta get out of this express check out
I’ve gotta get out of this check out
And, checkin’ in to checkin’ in
ABOUT THE SONG
Dm Dm7
G7sus4
Written and recorded extemporaneously
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Effects, Synthesizers, Controller, Computer, Software
LYRICS
I ain’t in no need of a regiment
No fulfillment in discipline
I can walk a straight line at any time
The ability of agility… no religion
Chorus
97th Regiment
In honor of the dead
I thought we meant for a moment
Dead was something to dread?
During the war of rebellion
Son agin’ son to hell and back again
No will to be civil in war (at war)
Killin’s ill… that’s for sure
A monument to the dead
Made of stone not flesh and blood
Spilling wine and breaking bread
Bringing on the onslaught flood
ABOUT THE SONG
A slide g# to a
A A7
C A
Written at the Ninety Seventh Regiment Monument of Pennsylvania at Marshall Square Park, West Chester, PA
The 97th PA Regiment was from West Chester, Pennsylvania and fought in the Civil War. They took part in the “Fatal Charge” made against the advance line of the enemy, in front of Gen. Butler, at Foster Plantation, near Bermuda Landing, Va., on the 20th of May, 1864.
