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Parkinson’s, the flash mob
Lyrics by Joel Mason
Parkinson’s is what it’s called
The name of my condition
It makes me stumble now and then
Without my brains permission
It’s awquard yes I know it is
You don’t know where to look
You cast your gaze the other way
Or hide behind a book
But I ware my shoes and socks
Just the same as Michael J Fox
He’s gone back to acting, heck with this I'll go back too
Because it’s hard to rest when there’s so much stuff that I still want to do
“Is it lethal, is it painful?”
“Will I catch it if you sneeze?”
“Is it permanent or passing?”
“Is it really a disease?”
There’s good days and there’s bad days
And there’s lots of shades of grey
They’re times I have to take it slow
When I’d so much rather go out side and laugh and jump and run and sing and play
But we’re in the company
Of people like Mohamed Ali
As far as I'm concerned he’s still the best and we are fighters too
And It’s hard to rest when there’s so much stuff that we still want, we still want to do
Stuff that we still want to do (optional riff on "Stuff that we still want to do" in madrigal style)
“I thought it was for older folks”
Well that’s not always true
For one in twenty diagnosed
Are younger folk like me and you
“You’re really well preserved”
Ah yes the story of my life
“I must say I'm surprised”
That’s nothing you should see my wife
I think by now you might have guessed
And you would not be wrong
That I’m the one who wrote the lyrics
To this Parkin song
James Doohan who played Scotty
The Spanish painter Dali
John Paul the second, Vincent Price
Our friend Pierre Trudeau
More recently Bill Connolly
“And Phil Hill the racing pro”
Michael Redgrave, Arafat and others by the score
We’re in the famous company of those who shook before
And when my bright eyed son is smiling
Seated on my knee
I know that even though I have it
It will never, I’ll make sure that, It will not have me
So now my friends you’ve heard my plight
A common man who fights the good fight
So when you see a comrade struggling on
Don’t be afraid to stop a while, to shake a hand to share a smile
I promise you won’t have to dance or sing a song or take a stance
It’s very simple so you see a moment of humanity
Declare it like a banner now unfurled
Together we can kind of change the world
It’s hard to rest when all I want is just to change the world
Lyrics by Joel Mason
Parkinson’s is what it’s called
The name of my condition
It makes me stumble now and then
Without my brains permission
It’s awquard yes I know it is
You don’t know where to look
You cast your gaze the other way
Or hide behind a book
But I ware my shoes and socks
Just the same as Michael J Fox
He’s gone back to acting, heck with this I'll go back too
Because it’s hard to rest when there’s so much stuff that I still want to do
“Is it lethal, is it painful?”
“Will I catch it if you sneeze?”
“Is it permanent or passing?”
“Is it really a disease?”
There’s good days and there’s bad days
And there’s lots of shades of grey
They’re times I have to take it slow
When I’d so much rather go out side and laugh and jump and run and sing and play
But we’re in the company
Of people like Mohamed Ali
As far as I'm concerned he’s still the best and we are fighters too
And It’s hard to rest when there’s so much stuff that we still want, we still want to do
Stuff that we still want to do (optional riff on "Stuff that we still want to do" in madrigal style)
“I thought it was for older folks”
Well that’s not always true
For one in twenty diagnosed
Are younger folk like me and you
“You’re really well preserved”
Ah yes the story of my life
“I must say I'm surprised”
That’s nothing you should see my wife
I think by now you might have guessed
And you would not be wrong
That I’m the one who wrote the lyrics
To this Parkin song
James Doohan who played Scotty
The Spanish painter Dali
John Paul the second, Vincent Price
Our friend Pierre Trudeau
More recently Bill Connolly
“And Phil Hill the racing pro”
Michael Redgrave, Arafat and others by the score
We’re in the famous company of those who shook before
And when my bright eyed son is smiling
Seated on my knee
I know that even though I have it
It will never, I’ll make sure that, It will not have me
So now my friends you’ve heard my plight
A common man who fights the good fight
So when you see a comrade struggling on
Don’t be afraid to stop a while, to shake a hand to share a smile
I promise you won’t have to dance or sing a song or take a stance
It’s very simple so you see a moment of humanity
Declare it like a banner now unfurled
Together we can kind of change the world
It’s hard to rest when all I want is just to change the world
Songs from Mary of the High Seas
ON THE COAST OF DISTANT ISLANDS (PIRATE CHORUS)
On the coast of distant islands, on the rough and rocky beaches
Bare and bleaching bones abandoned, lay the souls who tempted fate
Though a pirate’s life is wicked, full of Hell and full of danger
Every evil bastard started as a gentle mother’s son
Wooden boats on pebble beaches, sand between our naked toes
Boys spending days in wonder, mark how these compare to those
If you dare to go in swimming best expect to come back dripping
Blood and water wash abundant in the wake of pirates play
Make your peace and ask your pardon if you have someone to pray to
Life is just a temporary stay of execution
Wooden boats on pebble beaches, sand between our naked toes
Boys spending days in wonder, mark how these compare to those
Now it’s time to test your metal shake the very devils hand
One man sleeps tonight with pirates one with worms upon the sand
On the coast of distant islands, on the rough and rocky beaches
Bare and bleaching bones abandoned, lay the souls who tempted fate
Though a pirate’s life is wicked, full of Hell and full of danger
Every evil bastard started as a gentle mother’s son
Wooden boats on pebble beaches, sand between our naked toes
Boys spending days in wonder, mark how these compare to those
If you dare to go in swimming best expect to come back dripping
Blood and water wash abundant in the wake of pirates play
Make your peace and ask your pardon if you have someone to pray to
Life is just a temporary stay of execution
Wooden boats on pebble beaches, sand between our naked toes
Boys spending days in wonder, mark how these compare to those
Now it’s time to test your metal shake the very devils hand
One man sleeps tonight with pirates one with worms upon the sand
JUST DESSERTS (HELEN)
Helen is rid of her freeloading husband and plots her continued financial support. Helen: (sings)
Isn’t it crap when the fella you’re married to
don’t care a fig for your financial state?
Running around like a snotty nosed urchin,
as if you did not have enough on your plate
I want a man by monthly report
Doling out my financial support
Screw ‘em, love ‘em, kick ‘em in the head
But remember what your mother said
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach
So fill it with lead or with heavy cream
So long as you get your just desserts
So long as you get your just desserts
Isn’t it crap for the man that you’re married to
not to provide for his pregnant young wife?
Betcha she’s thin the old whore he was pokin’,
while I sat home soakin’
they’re laughin’ and jokin’
I’ll give him a joke at the end of a knife
but not in the throat
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach
So fill it with lead or with heavy cream
So long as you get your just desserts
So long as you get your just desserts
Well I have a plan and I know it’s a good one,
his doting old mum in the palm of my hand
“Poor Phillip set sail and I fear he’s a goner.
There’s not been a sign not at sea nor on land”
And how can I care for his offspring alone?
His son’s got his eyes
He’s such a nice boy
Takes after his granny
He plays well with others
... He’s... got... your... nose...
The way to my heart is through Granny’s purse
So fill it with silver and heavy cream
So long as I get my just desserts
So long as I get my just desserts
The meat and two veg I can take it or leave it So long as I get my just desserts
Isn’t it crap when the fella you’re married to
don’t care a fig for your financial state?
Running around like a snotty nosed urchin,
as if you did not have enough on your plate
I want a man by monthly report
Doling out my financial support
Screw ‘em, love ‘em, kick ‘em in the head
But remember what your mother said
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach
So fill it with lead or with heavy cream
So long as you get your just desserts
So long as you get your just desserts
Isn’t it crap for the man that you’re married to
not to provide for his pregnant young wife?
Betcha she’s thin the old whore he was pokin’,
while I sat home soakin’
they’re laughin’ and jokin’
I’ll give him a joke at the end of a knife
but not in the throat
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach
So fill it with lead or with heavy cream
So long as you get your just desserts
So long as you get your just desserts
Well I have a plan and I know it’s a good one,
his doting old mum in the palm of my hand
“Poor Phillip set sail and I fear he’s a goner.
There’s not been a sign not at sea nor on land”
And how can I care for his offspring alone?
His son’s got his eyes
He’s such a nice boy
Takes after his granny
He plays well with others
... He’s... got... your... nose...
The way to my heart is through Granny’s purse
So fill it with silver and heavy cream
So long as I get my just desserts
So long as I get my just desserts
The meat and two veg I can take it or leave it So long as I get my just desserts
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