Clean, Clean Glass of Om

Kid-themed songs written by a kid and an old kid.

Beckham & Bowe: From the Sublime to the Kidiculous

Mastered by A7 Recording Studio

The Doo Doot Song (Throw Your Worries Aside)

Doo-doot, 
Doo-doo doot doot doo doo doo doo etc.

Sunlight, on the rooftops, steppin’ outside
You know you’ll feel right, 
Tell the clouds they shouldn’t have cried,
Your heart is so bright, 
Tell the world all the puddles have dried.
It’s time to celebrate another day 
And throw your worries aside.

Tunes playin’, the singers all swayin’, 
Melodies are in the air,
Fancy dancers are fillin’ up the square.
Dogs pantin’, the kids all chantin’:
“Red Rover come on down!”,
Love’s strollin’ all around the town.

Doo-doot, etc...
                       
Tunes playin’, the singers all swayin’, 
Melodies are in the air,
Fancy dancers are fillin’ up the square.
Dogs pantin’, the kids all chantin’:
“Red Rover come on down!”,
Love’s strollin’ all around the town.

Moonlight, on the rooftops, 
Lookin’ outside, it’s such a fine night, 
Thank the stars for takin’ a ride,
Your soul is so bright, 
Show your fears you’re shinin’ inside.
It’s time to celebrate another day 
And throw your worries aside.
It’s time to celebrate another day
And throw your worries aside.

The Doo Doot Song

A song about writing a song...

This chord progression’s my current obsession it,
Flows so gentle and free,
And I feel like feelin’ it.
The notes keep tumblin’, fingers are fumblin’ too,
It doesn’t matter to me.

Just lookin’ skyward, can’t find the right word now,
But I know it’s comin’ up soon.
I’ll let the night flow, until a phrase will glow,
Swingin’ from the tip of the moon,
Swingin’ from the tip of the moon.

Instrumental:

Just lookin’ skyward, can’t find the right word now,
But I know it’s comin’ up soon.
I’ll let the night flow, until a phrase will glow,
Swingin’ from the tip of the moon.

This life’s progression’s my, oldest obsession it,
Flows so gentle and free,
And I still love lovin’ it.
Events are tumblin’, but I keep stumblin’ through,
You know it matters to me.

Thoughts headin’ skywards, blend with inside words too,
And I hope I’m growin' up soon.
Lettin’ my mind flow, until my heart can glow,
And it leaps right over the moon.
And it leaps right over the moon.

Progression

Flyin’ in my airplane and it, feels like a melody,
Liftin’ off the mountains and tumblin’ high
People and the places of the past are rushin’ through me 
As I, settle into orbit in the indigo sky.
Everyone I’ve loved is still with me
Far above the ground they’re company.
Over big sky Texas where you always see forever
Rollin’ through Greek islands, in just a turquoise time
High over Poland where the relatives are wavin’
Even the moors of England are in the, back of my mind.
Everyone I’ve loved is still with me.
Far above the ground they’re company.
I’m feeling like an airplane and it might be a starship
Leave behind the planet and the places I've seen.
Everyone will be there right beside me as I journey
Looking out the windows to the infinite dream.

Airplane

Popeye the Sailor meets Gilbert & Sullivan in a critter-cottage context. Written for kids but can be enjoyed by the young at heart.

(Sittin’ on the) Bottom of the Bay

I’m sittin' on a sunken log with stuff all green and gooey
As the bubbles from my lips and nose are risin’ all around me
And I look up at the surface where it seems all bright and shimmery
I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Fish are swimmin’ ‘round me ‘cause the people haven’t caught ‘em
There are pointy branches stickin’ from the sandy muddy bottom
It will all be filled with gucky leaves around the end of autumn
And I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Kids are skippin’ pebbles and they’re sinkin’ on my head
The ducks are swimming by me while they try to grab the bread
The whole merganser family appears to be well-fed
While I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow,
Bubbles floating high, bread is falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow flow, flow.

Instrumental

A big fat sunfish with a belly orange and yellow
Brings a black bass pal who is such a friendly fellow
With a black tipped tail and big eyes that look like jello
As I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay

A fishin’ lure sparkles as it wiggles down beside us
But the clever fishies say that it will never go inside us
I attach it to a boot or a tire or other nasty prizes
While I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow
Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow flow, flow.

Instrumental 

Water bugs are spinnin’ and collidin’ with each other
There’s an old snappin’ turtle and he treats me like a brother
And I’m tickled by some water plants of one kind or another
As I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Lilly pads are growin’ up and floatin’ on the top
A frog jumps in the water with a loud ker-plop,
It’s so fun and fascinating that I never want to stop
Sittin’ here, on the bottom of the bay.

Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow
Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow flow, flow.

Instrumental to end.

(Sittin' on the) Bottom Of The Bay

A song about vaccination anticipation:

Lyrics:

Jab me in May right on the sunniest day,
When we’ll all get together ‘cause the gloom is gone.
Jab me on Friday and I’ll be out the doorway
And head down the highway just to see everyone.
Jab me tomorrow and then let me borrow
Your boat, bus or bicycle or even your train,
Jab me tomorrow and I’ll be in Glasgow
Or Quito or Moscow, just lend me your plane. 

Talkin’ ‘bout fun, family and friends,
Huggin’ everybody again,
Talkin’ ‘bout freedom from my den,
And travellin’ ‘round the world now and then.

Cross the ocean again,
Hallelujah, the promised land!
Embrace our fellow man,
Hallelu----jah.

Jab me in June it couldn’t be too soon, 
‘Cause we’re all pretty sick of just hangin’ around.
Jab me on Monday it may be the one way
That we’ll get to be South America bound. 
Jab me tomorrow to end all the sorrow
And worry we’ve felt since we hit the ground.
Jab me today, we'll go down right away
To the hall where we always hear the festivals play.

Talkin’ ‘bout live music with friends,
And laughin’ in a pub full of men,
Talkin’ ‘bout dancin’ to a band,
And singin’ oldies to the oldies again.

Cross the ocean again,
Hallelujah, the promised land!
Embrace our fellow man,
Hallelu----jah.

Soon the planet’s waking up again
Soon the planet’s waking up again
Soon the planet’s waking up again.

Mastered by A7 Recording Studio

Lyrics:
Here is the wind, I had forgotten about it, still,
I had a cold invitation to return, and go on swimming, until,
They said “We have a brand new guest, he has a hearty appetite”,
But you know it was a false alarm, and I turned back into the night.

“Can I speak to Baby?” “Sorry he’s not at hand,
But I can take a message for you that he won’t understand,
Or you can wait here with your neighbour in this heart-to-heart chair,
‘Cause he’s gone somewhere, nowhere, everywhere, anywhere.”

And now you know, it’s not my fault, 
I have caught fire, a finger fever,
-    “What do you mean?”
“You see I’m looking now for someone that I lost”.
-	“But can I help?”
“No I have caught fire inside a mystery midnight meeting,
With the medium that never should be crossed.”

You shouldn’t be worried, the sky is pleasant,
And he’s standing in your favourite light,
And if you’re cheerful, polite and kind,
It may be boring at the bottom but it’s bright,
“How lovely” they said, “He seems quite well-fed,
After all."
And you can go for a walk in the comfortable fog,
As the summer quickly turns into fall.

-	“Can I speak to Baby?”
“Sorry he’s not at hand,
But I can take a message for you that he won’t understand,
Or you can wait here with your neighbour in this heart-to-heart chair,
‘Cause he’s gone somewhere, nowhere, everywhere, anywhere."

And now you know, it’s not my fault, 
I have caught fire, a finger fever,
-     “What do you mean?”
“I think I’m looking now for something that I lost”.
-	“But can I help?”
“No I have caught fire inside a mystery midnight meeting,
With the medium that never should be crossed.”

(Sittin' on the) Bottom Of The Bay

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