H O L I D A Y

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February fourteenth don't mean nothin' anymore
Just another lonely day since you walked out the door
Thought I could make it better didn't know where to start
Now all I've got are memories and this empty cardboard heart

Now all our private holidays I try hard to forget
Like the bitter anniversary of the night that we first met
I wished that we had never kissed underneath the stars
But I just can't let go of this empty cardboard heart

My promises just broke apart my dreams just turned to dust
But now I know what mattered was just the two of us
When it all came down to the razor's edge and we got torn apart
You left me standing on my own with this empty cardboard heart

A box of stale candy I doesn't matter if it's late
And there was always something / I couldn't bring myself to say
That I love you now and always will, / I loved you from the start
I even love the tatters of this empty cardboard heart

My promises just broke apart my dreams just turned to dust
But now I know what mattered was just the two of us
When it all came down to the razor's edge and we got torn apart
You left me standing on my own with this empty cardboard heart

Empty cardboard heart

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If God could talk, what would he say
Would your eye patch give you away?
Would a barnacle spring from your heart?
Would you pontificate or blow out a fart?

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James Joyce, James Joyce convertible
Over the Liffey!
James Joyce, James Joyce, I wanna drive it
I do believe
River run past Adam and Eve's
From swerve of shore
to bend of bay, hey!

Struck right down by a judge's decree
Lapping up bile from a book banning screed
If you reach James on the telephone line
Tell him his tales have been friends of mine

James Joyce, James Joyce convertible
Over the Liffey!
James Joyce, James Joyce, I wanna drive it
I do believe
River run past Adam and Eve's
From swerve of shore
to bend of bay, hey!

James Joyce came back late last week
A handful saw him, I heard them shriek
If James can talk, what will he say?
You're burnin' those books in a modern way

James Joyce, James Joyce convertible
Over the Liffey!
James Joyce, James Joyce, I wanna drive it
I do believe
River run past Adam and Eve's
From swerve of shore
to bend of bay, hey!

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I was a good little tyke, Made my parents so proud
A fount of kind words And good deeds
Growin' up I stood tall, Was admired by all
Till that sad tragic New Year's Eve

Happy New Year dear Molly My sweet little flower
You said I'd wake up In heaven one day
How could I have known it come sooner than later
When O'Malley's hurley took me away

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I guess you were right 'bout my afterlife
So don't you be so grief stricken
Got a bad hangover here by the pearly gates
Don't know if it's the likka or the likken
Yah ta dee, yah ta doe, yah tah dee, aye -
Yah ta dee dee doe die dee doe die

On that night I decided To go into town
Have a shot and Maybe a beer
Since you were away I'd celebrate
With some folks Having new year's cheer

But one led to two and two led to three
And eight led me right to her door
Where I knocked and yelled, scared her half to death
So she called up O'Malley to settle that score

I guess you were right 'bout my afterlife
So don't you be so grief stricken
Got a bad hangover here by the pearly gates
Don't know if it's the likka or the likken
Yah ta dee, yah ta doe, yah tah dee, aye
Yah ta dee dee doe die dee doe die

May you never have a hangover in heaven

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A stolen kiss in the evening moonlight
Two hearts beating at the same time
Summer sunshine, She's my
Holiday Girl

She's the one who makes me happy
She's the one who's sweet as candy
Sweet and salty, she's my
Holiday Girl

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Holiday Girl
A cool breeze on a hot day
Holiday Girl
White sand and big blue waves
Holiday Girl
Cocoa butter and a cold beer
Holiday Girl
You're a holiday every day of the year

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When I see the sun shining in her hair
I forget my troubles,
throw away my cares
I want to go with her
all around the world
Down by the seaside
She makes me sigh
She'll always be my
Wanna see my
She is so fine
She's my Holiday Girl

Things are changing,
an Autumn sky now
We have to say our goodbyes somehow
My heart is aching for my
Holiday Girl

I wish the days would last forever
But I know I'll always remember
Every day I spent with my
Holiday Girl

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Holiday Girl
A cool breeze on a hot day
Holiday Girl
White sand and big blue waves
Holiday Girl
Cocoa butter and a cold beer
Holiday Girl
You're a holiday every day of the year

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She didn't have time to make a birthday cake
And she didn't have time to take a quick kid break
She didn't have time to pay an old gas bill
But when she did have time I saw mom do the pogo

She could have time to find some better friends
She might have had time to write a letter to send
She could have had time to cook some rice and beans
But when she did have time I saw mom do the pogo

She's got a ways to go
She's thinking about people she won't know
But while she's making plans
She can spend some time down at the go-go

Hey, Ho, she's got nowhere to go…

She has some time before the edges crack
Just enough time before she has to get back
Plenty of time to yell and stomp and scream
And til time runs out I think mom will do the pogo

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It's time - time to go to church
Could be time to knock a few of them off their perch
Could be high time to see what that faith is about
And give us time to see beyond a doubt

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Dressed to the nines (the prettiest)
Sacrificed to a bestial time
Dressed to the nines
And moving to the front of the line

We took our time - to try to make some see
Will those with spine be forced to flee
Plenty of time for the small minds to have their say
With enough time, will those haters go away?

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Over time, could the poison be contained?
At party time, can the party be restrained?
Step in time, or get run down
Get to the train in time, and get out of town

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… and getting in another line

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My capering days are over
'Cept for an old fool's dance
Spindly spiny footloose
Found my sweet romance

A goofy bit of prank it was
For I'm an old scofflaw
I love a caper that's gone right
And an old bone to gnaw (Hey!)

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Those were the days, The capering days
Struggle and song, dreams of a fool
That was the time of made-up rhymes
For the head of the class
At the Ding Dong School

Sprinkle it with capers
Flinders Rose and cheese
Oh the taste of fresh smoked fish
Tomatoes, stout and peas

Mugs and thugs and drugs
Goodbye to you all
Dames and games and stoke the flames
A burning folderol (Hey!)

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Those were the days, The capering days
Struggle and song, the dreams of a fool
That was the time of made up rhymes
For the head of the class
At the Ding Dong School

Met her April Fools Day
With a smirk and a wink
Of course, the joke was on me
Didn't know what to think

Deer in the headlights
Almost out of time
The build up was precious
But her punchline was sublime (Hey!)

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Repeat
For the head of the class
At the Ding Dong School (Hey!)

For the head of the class
At the Ding Dong School
My capering days are over
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You don't have to make excuses
Or lie your way through life
No one's shadow is crossing your door
You don't have to be afraid
You know what's wrong or right
The sins of the father aren't yours

You don't have to lock into
What anyone tells you
You don't always have to settle a score
There are no footsteps to follow
No mistakes to repeat
The sins of the father aren't yours

There's no match made in heaven
But there's at least one in your heart
Keep your mind and soul open and explore
There is wonder round the corner
Don't ever give up looking
The sins of the father aren't yours

When the bad winds blow
You don't have to set sail
You don't have to fight someone else's war
And when the bad days come
You don't have to drink them away
The sins of the father aren't yours

There is wonder round the corner
Don't ever give up looking
The sins of the father aren't yours

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Why does every song with a broken heart
Start on an empty moonlit road
With a "she done me wrong"
And "he cheated on me"
Everybody knows how that song goes

But you had to be different
You were always somewhat strange
So you dressed yourself in flowers
Made me your meal
Oh, how easy that was to arrange

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When the midsummer sun
Is straight up in the sky
It's gonna burn all of your memories away
All the bad ones and the good ones
And the ones in between
Do you really want to start with a blank slate?

I can't believe the lies
That we told ourselves
Just to keep another day afloat
I could see the tension in the corners of your eyes
You were lightning, you were ready to bolt

But how could I believe it
In this sultry paradise
The wrong breath might blow this dream away
But I felt it in the earth and the secrets unspoken
This was much more than a Summer holiday

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Time doesn't come with a guarantee
That one day is the same as the next
Or that a heart that once promised
Will always be true
If you believe that, my dear, you've failed the test

Choked into silence is the same as a goodbye
Or at least it is the best that I can do
The hard midsummer sun
Fading into shadows
Is a solace that I gladly give to you

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* (on Halloween Night)

Halloween night
A cold ballerina could have been cleaner
Oh such a sight
As I did a twirl just like a girl - I saw:

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Got a booboo on my tutu
What just happened I don't know
Something got a booboo on that tutu
Maybe a black cat or candy to go

Maybe it's me
Some drool from a red hot or candy corn
Shouldn't I flee?
Could be some vampire got reborn

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gotta feeling I'm gonna be sorry
Pretty certain I'm gonna be late
Oh no it's a mess an ugly ugly mess
Oh no oh no I'm in such a state

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It's the last day of Summer
All the campfires are out
Time to pack up my gear and go
Time to trade the mountains, the pines and the lakes
For my concrete canyon home

If I were a cowboy
I'd polish my boots
Hop in the saddle and ride
To the place where the meadows are forever green
And there's never a cloud in the sky

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If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
And I am a beggar, that's true
With a sack full of wishes
And a head full of dreams
For a horse and a sky full of blue

Sometimes a vision
Will enter my mind
Of moonlight across the plains
And just for a moment I feel in my blood
A feeling I just can't explain

That somewhere beyond
These bright city lights
Is a place away from it all
Where it's just me and my horse and I'm finally free
Where I hear the cowboy's call

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Yo de lay hee tee
Yo de lay hee tye
Yo de lay hee
Yo de lay hee
Yo de lay hee

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*(Independence Day)

Crack, sizzle and boom
When you hear that crack, sizzle and boom
Come on over to my house

Smoke, trashy and gloom
When you see that smoke, trashy and gloom
Come on over to my house

Dark visions of doom
When you feel those dark visions of doom
Come on over to my house
My house

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Will the dead shed a tear
Lookin’ up or lookin’ down
At the Christmas Eve revelers
Dancin’ all around?

Will they cry for just a moment
And then laugh and dance along
Under mistletoe and pretty bows
And familiar yuletide songs

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Oh you wandering lads and lasses
Count your blessings, wipe your tears
Feel that cold wind as it passes
Through the back streets and the years
And remember those who loved you
How they felt, what they said
And we’ll raise a glass and sing a toast with
The merry and the dead

Will you remember how they held you
On their one last Christmas Day?
With a hug so strong and a love so long
You thought they’d never go away

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We’ll raise a glass and sing a toast with
The merry and the dead

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We're overdue for a timeout, running close to the urge to kill
Junior's on a caffeine overload, grandpa's taken one too many pills
We might be ok if my wife doesn't get too close to the lava lamp
Oh wait I spoke too soon down it goes over the

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Christmas Eve Terror on Chestnut Drive
You other idiots think you're under control
Maybe this is what they think is to thrive
Maybe insanity was only ever the goal

Forget the cookies and milk, the fat man will be ready for sedatives
And the reindeer will be edgy when they hear that screaming of the relatives
And who gets a bedtime when everyone is the monster under the bed
But wait, oh no, it's not weird Uncle Rasmussen!

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But hey, maybe we can take it
We aren't like those wimps in the CA suburbs
If there's a bet, we'll stake it
On the horrors that start with only words

Why can't you control those animals
I don't see you helping matters
Can you please just calm down and sit
I think that dog keeps getting fatter
I told you she was going to puke
Why don't you ever listen
If that idiot doesn't get out of the bathroom soon
You're gonna get wet cause I'll be…

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That holiday party
The one you threw
The one they broke up
Crack sizzle and boom
Oh boo hoo
A patriot's last kiss
A sidelong glance
A phony bliss

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Hail hail the chief
On Independence Day
Salute the flag
I heard you say
A few more songs
A country in its prime
Your holiday party
Was a smashing time

Burnt decorations
Smell the barbecue
Those declarations
The ones you do
Saw Miss America
Decked out in drag
Posing with cupid
By a burning flag

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One more excuse
On that July day
To pump the fist
And count the ways
You close your eyes
And hold your nose
The fireworks stink
As your block explodes

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The four members of the Willie de Sacra songwriting collaborative; William Fuller, Spence Kimball, Gary Sears and Jack Hastings, have been creating and performing in various combinations under various names for a various number of years.

In alphabetical order:

• William Fuller
• Jack Hastings
• Spencer Kimball
• Gary Sears