Junkyard Cabaret

Second release from Junkyard Cabaret, the NYC collective.

Junkyard Cabaret 2

Junkyard Cabaret III

Cover of Stevie Wonder's "Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing"
- Alex Sturtevant: Lead Vocals
- Anna Van der Linden: Backing Vocals
- Hannah Knapp-Jenkins: Backing vocals
- Fingers Del Rey: Piano
- $5 Bill Valentine: Backing Vocals, Guitar and Bass

Don't You Worry 'Bout A Thing 08.31.22

Junkyard Cabaret: Long Long Legs

This tongue in cheek gem written by Fingers Del Rey, about a dance hall girl's "gams" lyrics may obfuscate the exceptional musicianship that backs it up but it's truly a hot number.

Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Lead Vocal: $5 Bill Valentine
Clarinet: Dan Levinson
Violin: Cody Gile
Drums: Thomas "Hammy" Hamlin
Backing Vocals: Jennie Bell, Ziarra Washington and ...

Music & Lyrics by Toby Kasavan
Recorded at Benny's Car Was 
Mixed at Bottom Dollar Studio by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine and Fingers Del Rey
Cover Art Design by Fransisco Valentin 

Long Long Legs

Long Long Legs
They’re gonna take you far
Step by step
No matter where you are
Long Long Legs
Extend from Paradise
Long enough to go around  me twice

It’s like a vision that comes in dreams
You try to figure out exactly what it means
And when the story comes to an end
We’ll still be friends

Long Long Legs
They’re gonna take you far
Step by step
No matter where you are
Long Long Legs
Extend from Paradise
Long enough to go around  me twice

I couldn’t help it
And din’t care
When you walked right up to me 
I nearly fell out of my chair
And though I don’t know what you said
Let’s go to bed

Long Long Legs
They’re gonna take you far
Step by step
No matter where you are
Long Long Legs
Extend from Paradise
Long enough to go around  me twice

In the oceans of your eyes
The currents of the world in the temple of your thighs
And when the sunrise joins our souls
Just let it go 

Long Long Legs
They’re gonna take you far
Step by step
No matter where you are
Long Long Legs
Extend from Paradise
Long enough to go around  me twice

Long, Long Legs

Long Long Legs

Junkyard Cabaret: Haunted


Vocals/Guitars: $5 Bill Valentine
Bass: Serge Maru
Drums: John Pizzuto
Organ: Rich Paganello and Fingers Del Rey

Words and music by $5 Bill Valentine
Recorded at Bottom Dollar Studios
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Dollar Studios
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine
Cover Design by Francisco Valentin

Lyrics:

Haunted

Whispered words they carry on the wind
And I don’t know to lock my door or let them in
Draw the shades and fasten all the doors
While phantoms creep across the kitchen floor 

A cacophony of buzzing bees nests in my soul
The doubts behind my eyes threaten to take control
A ghost train in the distance howls and moans
A woman down the road rolls the bones

Just close your eyes and see
All the pretty things she left for me

Tiny cuts from a thousand knives
That have severed countless husbands from their wives
And the blades are out

Buried bones beneath the window sill
Suck your soul and leave you with a chill
Ward yourself with totems from the past
And with whispered words the coven’s spell is cast 

Every nook a memory
Every corner tortures me

A haunted house upon a hill
Inside a wraith who haunts there still
Haunted by the past

Haunted

Junkyard Cabaret: A Thief's Prayer (A Prayer To St. Nicholas, Patron Saint Of Repentant Thieves)

Here's a song about finding Jesus. Enjoy and God Bless!

Vocals/Guitars/Virtual Instruments/Bass: $5 Bill Valentine
Organ: Fingers Del Rey

Words by $5 Bill Valentine
Music by Fingers Del Rey
Recorded Bottom Dollar Studios
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Dollar Studios
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine
Cover Design by Francisco Valentin

Lyrics:

Did I tell you I found Jesus?
He was wearing navy blue
Over at the 9th Street corner liquor store
Right downstairs from you
Shiny, silver star on his chest
And lord did I feel blessed
When he told me to raise my hands high

Yeah I felt the spirit move me
For the first time in my life
So I said a prayer to old St Nick
To the tune of Mac the Knife
I said hear my prayer 
And put a word in up there 
To the big boss man up in the sky

St Nicholas, patron saint of repented thieves
This sinner’s gotta testify Hallelujah! I believe
This epiphany can set me free
All I gotta do is believe

Yes, I had a revelation
Can’t you see I’ve changed my ways?
Without sweet Jesus’s benediction
I was heading to an early grave
Or incarceration
I was born prone to temptation
But now that I’ve found Jesus, Lord I’m saved

Did I tell you I found Jesus?
But before he could save my soul
Gotta call about a bank robbery
And I was free to go
But it’s good to know
That if I get into a jam
I can call on Jesus amen

A Prayer to St. Nicholas, Patron Saint fo Repentant Thieves

A Thief's Prayer

Junkyard Cabaret: Ain't Goin' Down That Way

Vocals/Guitars: $5 Bill Valentine
Bass: Serge Maru
Drums: John Pizzuto
Organ: Rich Paganello 
Additional keys: Fingers Del Rey

Words and music by $5 Bill Valentine
Recorded at Mama Coco's Kitchen and Bottom Dollar Studios
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Dollar Studios
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine
Cover Design by Francisco Valentin

Lyrics:

Well now I… I’ve been ‘round here too long
Yean and something’s gone stale and I think it’s ‘bout time I be gone
Yeah now I… I been hearing some things
Yeah some nasty little tidbits ‘bout you and some man from Sing Sing
Well if you cross me there’ll be hell to pay
‘Cause I ain’t  going down that way

No, no, no, no
Ain’t going down that way
No, no, no, no

Yeah my daddy walked that lonely mile
Said he killed a man in cold blood but the DA lied
Now these hands are far from clean
But if this world it don’t kill you you get hard and you get mean
I hurt some people they had debts to pay
‘Cause  I ain’t going down that way   	  

Don’t want to fill your head with pretty lies
Some people were born just to die     
I’ve done some things but I’ve paid my dues
If you want a piece of life you got to choose - 
Win or lose

When I was a boy, ‘bout the age of five
My Mama told me son I’ll do anything to keep you alive
And when she lay down with some strange man 
I didn’t understand but she was doing the best that she can
I can’t judge her now knowing the price she paid
But it was never easy growing up that way

No, no, no, no
Ain’t going down that way
No, no, no, no

Ain't Goin' Down that Way

Ain't Goin' Down That Way

Junkyard Cabaret: Under the Gun

A song about time or the lack thereof...

Vocals/Guitars: $5 Bill Valentine
Bass: Jack Maiorino
Drums: John Pizzuto
Organ: Rich Paganello and Fingers Del Rey

Words and music by $5 Bill Valentine
Recorded at Bottom Dollar Studios
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Dollar Studios
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine
Cover Design by Francisco Valentin

Lyrics:

Well I’m under the gun—Again
Got no time, got no money and honey I could sure use a friend
Yeah I’m under the gun—Again
Don’t you know? Gotta go! Got no time for how, where or when
Time is money and money is time
No time for chit-chat, no time for crying
I can’t stay, I’ve gotta run ‘Cause I’m under the gun

Said I’m under the gun—Again
Running late, leaving early Darling I’ll be back but I don’t when
Yeah I’m under the gun—Again
Pack it light, keep it tight, do it right I’ll be back when I can
From early in the morning ‘til late in the night
Gotta keep moving, keep the goal in sight
I’d love to stay but I gotta run ‘Cause I’m...

Gotta catch that train, take me to the plane
Gotta catch a bus got no time to fuss
Don’t have time for true romance
Barely time for one single dance
Got no time to sing the blues
Got no time to spend with you
I gotta go, so I hope you cum ‘Cause I’m under the gun

You know I’m under the gun—Again
Deadlines, I’m behind, gotta move, got no time to pretend
Yeah I’m under the gun—Again
Check the clock, never stop, ‘til you drop dead in the end
Got no time to read the news
Got no time to spend with you 
I’d love to stay but I’ve gotta run ‘Cause I’m…

Under the Gun

Under The Gun

Junkyard Cabaret: Moon Over Bourbon Street (Cover of Sting Song)

Vocals/Guitars/Bass/Virtual Instruments: $5 Bill Valentine
PIano: Fingers Del Rey

Words and music by Gordon Sumner (Sting)
Recorded at Bottom Dollar Studios
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Dollar Studios
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine
Cover Design by Francisco Valentin

Moon Over Bourbon Street

Junkyard Cabaret: Empty Bottles & Stale Cigarettes
Music by Toby Kasavan
Lyrics by Bill Valentin
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentin

Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Guitar/Bass/VSTs: $5 Bill Valentine

Lyrics:

Set ‘em up Sam
And I’ll knock `em down
One too many horses 
In this one horse town
So here’s one for the girls
Down on Lonely street
When your wings get busted, honey
You gotta use your feet
And just start walking
No special place to go
But I hear the talking
And I think it’s time for me to blow
No hard feelings, no regrets
Just empty bottles and stale cigarettes

Maybe it’s time that I grew up
Give up all the cabarets and such
Sell my amp and my old guitar
Them and this raw voice can only take you so far

So set ‘em up Sam
And I’ll knock ‘em down
It’s a lowdown feeling
When no one wants you around
So bottoms up my friend
The nights growing old
Ain’t got no ticket
But I gotta hit the road	

So just start walking
Where I’m going I don’t know
But I’m gonna keep on walking
Rain, sleet or snow
No hard feelings, no regrets
Just empty bottles and stale cigarettes

Maybe it’s time that I grew up
Give up all the Honky Tonks and such
Sell all my gear and my old car
Fly away down south - who knows how far ?

So set ‘em up Sam
And I”m gonna knock ‘em down
You’re the last friendly face
In this cold, cold lonely part of town
I could use an ear
To help lighten my load
Yeah, but it’s closing time
And I should hit the road

Empty Bottles and Stale Cigarettes

Empty Bottles & Stale Cigarettes

Junkyard Cabaret: Hog Wild!
Music and lyrics by Toby Kasavan
Recorded at Benny’s  Carwash, Brooklyn, New York
Additional Recording at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentin

Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Violin: Cody Geil
Drums: Thomas “Hammy” Hamlin
Vocals: $5 Bill Valentine
Backing Vocals: Jennie Bell, Ziarra Washington and Natasha

Lyrics:

Go hog Wild on a Saturday night
Dance ’til you drop, don’t try and fight
Moonshine sugar loves every mother’s child
C’mon let’s go Hog Wild!

Hillbilly baby with a big city twist
Got a new move and it goes like this
Ooh honey can’t you tell?
I’m ready to go Hog Wild!
C’mon let’s go Hog Wild!

Swing to the left when you take the floor
Swing to the right like you did before
Moonshine sugar loves every mother’s child
C’mon let’s go Hog Wild!

Big city baby with a Hillbilly twist
Got a new move and it goes like this
Said ooh honey can’t you tell?
I’m ready to go Hog Wild!
C’mon let’s go Hog Wild!

Hog Wild

Junkyard Cabaret: Fairy Tale Blues
Music and lyrics by Bill Valentin
Recorded at Studio Chill,  New York NY
Additional Recording at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn NY
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

B3 Organ: Fingers Del Rey
Drums: John Pizzuto
Bass: Sergeant Maru
Guitars/Vocals: $5 Bill Valentine

Lyrics:

Well I was on my way home from Grandma’s crib
When I heard somebody howling and nearly flipped my lid
Along comes Mr Wolf in his finest duds
He takes one look at me and says “Hey, spare a minute Cuz”?
With a wink and a nod he looked me up and down
First he smiled and then he frowned
“You look like you could use a little cash”
And in a flash he whipped out a great big stash
A man’s gotta have a little bread
If a man wants to eat a little meat
A man’s gotta don some better threads
If he wants to have something sweet

Well I took this to heart and told him I’d hit him back
When who came along but Jill and Jack
They were raising Cain and hauling pails
I hadn’t seen Jack since he’d got out of jail
It seems Jack’s old pail had a hole in it
And Jill was not hearing none of it
She turned away carrying her load
Told poor old Jack to hit the road
A man’s gonna need a little water
If a man wants to have a little drink
A man’s gotta learn how to swim
If a man don’t want to sink

Humpty Dumpty sat upon the wall
Waited all night for that girl to call
When she didn’t call it broke his heart 
And that’s when he fell apart

Contrary Mary had a little lamb 
Fleece black as coal and his name was Sam
And anywhere that lamb, Sam would roam
That Contrary Mary was sure to go
Now Little Red Riding Hood she understood
Grandma needed that old wolf and it was all good
Just like Mary needed that lamb, Sam
A man needs a woman and a woman needs a man
A man’s got to have a little love
If  a man want’s to have a happy home
A man’s gotta find a little love
Or forever will he roam

Fairy Tale Blues

Junkyard Cabaret: Way Down in the Hole
Music and lyrics by Tom Waits
Recorded at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentin

B3 Organ: Fingers Del Rey
Guitars/Vocals: $5 Bill Valentine

Lyrics:

When you walk through the garden
You gotta watch your back
Well, I beg your pardon
Walk the straight and narrow track
If you walk with Jesus
He's gonna save your soul
Just gotta keep the devil
Way down in the hole

He's got the fire and the fury
At his command
And you don't have to worry
If you hold on to Jesus' hand
We'll all be safe from Satan
When the thunder rolls
Just gotta help me keep the devil
Way down in the hole

All the angels sing
About Jesus' mighty sword
And they'll shield you with their wings
And keep you close to the lord
Don't pay heed to temptation
For his hands are so cold
You gotta help me keep the devil
Way down in the hole

Way Down In The Hole

Junkyard Cabaret: Staked My Claim
Music and lyrics by Bill Valentin
Recorded at Mama Coco Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentin

B3 Organ: Rich Paganello
Drums: John Pizzuto
Guitar: Dave Falcone
Sax: Ryan Anselmi
Guitars/Vocals: $5 Bill Valentine

Lyrics:

Little girl you know I love you so
I’ve never known someone so alive
But if you think you can just let me go
Well girl you’re in for a big surprise
Yeah I’ve seen the way you look at him
And the way he looks at you
Little girl let me tell you right here
That sort of thing will never do

‘Cause I staked my claim on you
Look in these eyes yeah you know it’s true
Yes I staked my claim on you
And there ain’t nothing you can do

I know you’ve been running around
Taking love anywhere you could
And though I love you more than any man should
Let’s make this understood
Yes I’m a man who can bend a lot
But that don’t mean that I won’t break
And I won’t stand for no more messing around
Baby don’t make that mistake

‘Cause I staked my claim on you
Look in these eyes yeah you know it’s true
Yes I staked my claim on you
And there ain’t nothing you can do

Now you know just how I feel
Yeah you know just where you stand
I’ve got to have you next to me
I want to be your man
So drop you mess and bring your fine self home
Before I go and get myself a gun
Drop off your keys and bring yourself crosstown
And tell that boy you’re with he’d better run

‘Cause I staked my claim on you
Look in these eyes yeah you know it’s true
Yes I staked my claim on you
And there ain’t nothing you can do

Staked My Claim

Junkyard Cabaret: Wicked Game
Music and lyrics by Bill Valentin
Recorded at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentin

Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Guitars/Bass/VSTsVocals: $5 Bill Valentine

Lyrics:

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
With you
With you
(This world is only gonna break your heart)

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you
And I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
With you

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (this world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (with you)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I (this world is only gonna break your heart)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
Nobody loves no one

Wicked Game

Junkyard Cabaret: My Baby
Music and lyrics by Bill Valentin
Recorded at  Mama Coco’s Kitchen Brooklyn, New York
Additional Recording at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

Guitars/Vocals: $5 Bill Valentine
Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Sax: Ryan Anselmi
Bass: Jack Maiorino
Guitar/Slide: Dave “The Bird” Falcone
Drums: John Pizzutp

Lyrics:

When my baby walk down the street
Man in wheelchair get on his feet
Blind man see, dead man rise
Mama cover her baby’s eyes

Watch her walk
Hear her talk
I’m in Love

Sometime she screams
Sometime she hollers
Make me spend my last dollar 
But when my baby calls my name 
I come running just the same

Watch her walk
Hear her talk
I’m in Love

She sometimes treats me bad but that’s ok
‘Cause when night time comes I know she’s gonna blow me away
And I don’t give a damn what the people say
Gonna love that woman night and day
Gonna love that woman any old way that I can

‘Cause when it’s time to take her home
She dims the lights, turns off the phone
Lays me out on my bed
Leave’s me shaking and feeling half-dead

Watch her walk
Hear her talk
I’m in Love

My Baby

Junkyard Cabaret: Pet the Kitty
Music by Fingers Del Rey and Bill Valentin
Lyrics by Bill Valentin
Recorded at  Benny’s Carwash Brooklyn, New York
Additional Recording at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

Guitars/Vocals: $5 Bill Valentine
Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Clarinet:  Dan Levinson
Violin: Cody Geil
Drums: Thomas “Hammy” Hamlin
Backing Vocals: Jennie Bell, Ziarra Washington, Natasha Brown

Lyrics:

When I was 12 my pops took me aside
Said when it comes to love there ain’t nowhere to hide
So if you want a little lady to stay with you
There’s just one little thing that you got to do

You gotta pet that kitty
You gotta treat that kitty right
You gotta pet that kitty
When you come home at night
If that kitty’s hungry it’s gonna run a way
So you better feed that kitty if you want her to stay—
Everyday you gotta pet that kitty

I was a bit confused I must admit
My pops was spoutin’ some crazy shit
The years went by and I was still alone
When a good friend finally threw me a bone

He said “Hey, Dollar”

You gotta pet that kitty
You gotta treat that kitty right
You gotta pet that kitty
When you come home at night
If that kitty’s hungry it’s gonna run a way
So you better feed that kitty if you want her to stay—
Everyday you gotta pet that kitty

I used to walk the dog while they walked a way
I used to scratch at fleas and while away the day
But my hand got tired and my heart sank low 
Until an angel swooped down and showed me the ropes
She said:

You gotta pet that kitty
You gotta treat that kitty right
You gotta pet that kitty
When you come home at night
If that kitty’s hungry it’s gonna run a way
So you better feed that kitty if you want her to stay—
Everyday you gotta pet that kitty

So if you got a kitty take my advice
A saucer of cream is awfully nice
Some sweet words to make her purr

Pet The Kitty

Junkyard Cabaret: Out of Control  
Music and lyrics by Bill Valentin
Recorded at  Studio Chill New York, New York
Additional Recording at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

Guitars/Vocals: $5 Bill Valentine
Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Bass: Sergeant Maru
Drums: John Pizzuto 

Lyrics:

Well I left home about a week tomorrow
In my wake destruction and sorrow
I got tombstone tattoos on the back of my eyes
Scarred red white and blue from all of your lies
And I’m tired of all your noise coming down the wire
Don’t need no gasoline to start this fire
Ready to explode
Gonna overload
Out of control

Moving fast now don’t you blink
Man on fire, Lord I need a drink
Pinprick needles running down my spine
Just sixteen miles ‘til I cross that line
And I’m tired of all this noise coming down the wire
Don’t need no gasoline to start this fire
Ready to explode
Gonna overload
Out of control

Midnight stars on black velveteen
Salvation lies somewhere in between
The lines get fuzzy I can barely see
Just 7 miles separate my baby from me
And I’m tired of all this noise coming down the wire
Don’t need no gasoline to start this fire
Ready to explode
Gonna overload
Out of control

Out Of Control

Junkyard Cabaret: Little White Gloves
Music and lyrics by Toby Kassavan
Recorded at  Benny’s Car Wash Brooklyn, New York
Additional Recording at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Lead Vocals: $5 Bill Valentine
Drums: Thomas “Hammy” Hamlin
Violin: Cody Geil
Trumpet: Pam Flemming 
Backing Vocals: Ziarra Washington, Jennie Bell, Natasha Brown

Lyrics:

She shake and shimmy and coos like a turtledove
She shake and shimmy and coos like a turtledove
Well you know that I’m in love 
With the girl with the little white gloves

Yeah she looks like an angel but swing like a a jezebel
Oh she looks like an angel but swing like a a jezebel
Oh Lord you know that I’m in love
With the girl with the little white gloves

I say little white gloves…

Oh Anita, oh Anita can I come uptown with you?
Oh Anita can I come uptown with you?
We can do all the things that an uptown girl likes to do

She shake and shimmy and coos like a turtledove
She shake and shimmy and coos like a turtledove
Well you know that I’m in love 
With the girl with the little white gloves

Little White Gloves

Junkyard Cabaret: I Put a Spell on You
Music and lyrics by Screamin' Jay" Hawkins
Recorded at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

Lead Vocals/Guitars/VSTs: $5 Bill Valentine
Piano: Fingers Del Rey

Lyrics:

I put a spell on you because you're mine
Stop the things you do
Mwahahaha, watch out!
I ain't lyin', yeah
I can't stand no runnin' around
I can't stand no puttin' me down
I put a spell on you because you're mine
Oh yeah

Stop the things you do
Mwahahaha, watch out!
I ain't lyin'
I love you, I love you, I love you, baby, how
I don't care if you don't want me, I'm yours right now
I put a spell on you because you're mine

Mine! Mine! Ow! Ooh!
Oh, oh you're mine!

I Put A Spell On You

Junkyard Cabaret: Jockey Full of Bourbon
Music and lyrics by Tom Waits
Recorded at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

Lead Vocals/Guitars/VSTs: $5 Bill Valentine

Lyrics:

Edna Million in a drop-dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Sixteen men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up

Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I've been stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
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Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone, hey

I said, hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
"To the carnival" is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
Edna Milton in a drop-dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain

Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Jockey Full Of Bourbon

I hope it rains the day I die
That women weep and little babies cry
I hope the stars fall from the sky
The day I die...

I Hope It Rains the Day I Die

Junkyard Cabaret: Since You Left Me Baby

Lead Vocals/Acoustic and Electric Guitar/Bass: $5 Bill Valentine
Electric Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Drums: Michael (Ringo) Bellusci 
Slide Guitar: Dave “The Bird” Falcone

Music and lyrics by $5 Bill Valentine
Recorded at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Drums Recorded in Octopus Garden Studios, Long Island New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine



Lyrics:

Well I been killing myself slowly with Jim Beam and Marlboro reds
Yeah if I ain’t stone cold drunk I must be high instead
Red, yellow, blue - I take them all for this pain in my head
Yeah since you left me baby I could swear that I’d be better of dead

Yeah since you went away this old house it just ain’t the same
And make no damn mistake I know just who to blame
Clothes everywhere, dishes piled up it’s a crying shame
If you don’t come back soon, I’m afraid that I might of insane

You left me on a Sunday I remember you were wearing that red dress
You me baby understand you’re going was all for the best
Tell me baby what was it that drove you away?
Lord  I’d give up NASCAR if you’d only stay

Well I tried to do the laundry but my shirts all came back pink
Yeah I tried to do the dishes but I just can’t seem to find the sink
I been looking under everything trying to discover that stink
Is it any wonder baby that your leaving me would drive me to drink?

You left the cupboards bare and me with no clean underwear on that Sunday
With no food and no clean clothes to wear on the following Monday
If I cut back to a six pack a night 
Would that be enough to make it alright?

Well I been killing myself slowly with Jim Beam and Marlboro reds
Yeah if I ain’t stone cold drunk I must be high instead
Red, yellow, blue - I take them all for this pain in my head
Yeah since you left me baby I could swear that I’d be better of dead

Since You Left Me Baby

Junkyard Cabaret: Plea for Peace


Vocals/Guitar/Bass: $5 Bill Valentine
Keys: Fingers Del Rey
Drums: Michael (Ringo) Bellusci 

Music by: Toby Kasavan 
Lyrics by: Toby Kasavan and $5 Bill Valentine
Recorded at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Drums Recorded in Octopus Garden Studios, Long Island New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

Lyrics:

What kind of world is this?
So full of pain and troubles
Everybody’s picking sides
Folks living in a bubble
People of goodwill must-
Hold it together
Let’s join our voices 
To sing a song of Peace

Oh dear lord, grant us peace
Listen to our prayer and grant us peace

Wake up the alarm clock’s screeching
Time to face the day
Step outside to greet the robots
but they got nothing to say
If we could just find our empathy 
We could make a change
Head’s so full of priorities 
Maybe it’s time to rearrange

Oh dear lord, grant us peace
Listen to our prayer and grant us peace

Gotta turn off your television
Gotta turn on your inner vision
Gotta stop all this indecision
Gotta open your mind and listen

Plea for Peace

Plea For Peace

Junkyard Cabaret: Let It Bleed

Vocals/Virtual Instruments: $5 Bill Valentine
Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Slide Guitar/Acoustic: David “The Bird” Falcone
Recorded at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

Let It Bleed

Junkyard Cabaret: Running to Stand Still

Vocals/Guitar/Virtual Instruments: $5 Bill Valentine
Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Slide Guitar: David “The Bird” Falcone
Recorded at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

$5 Bill Valentine

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