Junkyard Cabaret

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A Stairway To The Stars

We Cannot Escape The Past

wisp mist

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

$5 Bill Valentine

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