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Warm glowing colors
1 / Hard rain was falling all through the night
Still wet outside in the morning light
Kept me busy thinking the world is at the brim
Enough to make me shiver, the prospect’s getting grim
2/ At noon the fog is lifting, the sun is coming out
Colors are returning, fall is well on route
Days are getting shorter, that’s not all sad
More time for sleeping, why should that be bad
Chorus: Warm glowing colors outside my door
Green amber brown, shining on the floor
Warm glowing colors flowing through my brain
Bring back the good life, defeat the rain
Worries keep returning when we watch the news
Leaders meet in Glasgow, giving us the blues
Strange times ahead, pied pipers all around
Cheating even good folks, we’re losing ground
Blue skies all around us even in late fall
Can you ignore the writings on the wall?
Still we love the pleasant autumn warmth
Have coffee on the terrace, even here up north
Chorus
Music & lyrics: Doc Dooley a.k.a. Helmut Haberl, written November 2021 during the COP in Glasgow
Over yonder
1/ Do you think the world is fair?
Greedy lawyers get their share
Wealthy heirs enjoy their loots
Hungry peasants sell their boots
Do you ponder? Do you ponder? Do you ponder?
2 / Now that cars can run on corn
Cows are not allowed their horns
Poor kids wish they were not born
Don’t you sometimes feel forlorn?
Do you wonder? Do you wonder? Do you wonder? Do you wonder?
3 / Many people fall for cheats
Scapegoats get their beats
Future’s now a common dread
Aren’t there better times ahead?
Over yonder, over yonder, over yonder
Music & lyrics: Doc Dooley a.k.a. Helmut Haberl, written spring 2016
Baggage Belt Blues
1/ Flew in from New York City, right from JFK
Had some hot stuff with me for my holiday
2/ Want to leave the airport, that’s the way I felt
Collect the things awaiting at the baggage belt
No baggage there, I think I need some booze
No baggage there, got the baggage belt blues
3/ Everyone picked a bag, mine did not arrive
Got no shirts, no pants, got no pocket knife
No baggage there, ain’t got no shoes
No baggage there, that’s the baggage belt blues
4/ My bag flies to Rio, or it goes to O’Hare
Got no shirts, no pants, got no pipe to share
No baggage there, ain’t got no shoes
No baggage there, that’s the baggage belt blues
5/ Asked the guy at the counter where my stuff might be
Saw the police coming, guessed they found my weed
They busted me, they gave me no booze
Now I’m all fucked up, got the baggage belt blues
Music & lyrics: Doc Dooley a.k.a. Helmut Haberl, written February 2016.
Inspiration by Gabriele M. is gratefully acknowledged
Still The Grass Is Green
1/ The world outside my window
Looks innocent and clean
The sun, the clouds, the blossoms
Nothing mean
2/ There’s a creepy feeling spreading
Unlike anything we’ve seen
We’re together, we’re divided
Still the grass is green
Still the grass is green
It isn’t just a dream
3/ Fear of illness all around us
The virus taking names
Gets some rich, gets the poor
Can foul us all the same
4/ It’s a creepy feeling spreading
That’s a world we haven’t seen
We’re together, we’re divided
Still the grass is green
Still the grass is green
5/ It isn’t just a dream
The world outside my window
Looks innocent and clean
The sun, the clouds, the blossoms
Still the grass is green
Music & lyrics: Doc Dooley a.k.a. Helmut Haberl, written March 2020.
Inspiration by Charlie Segar, Big Bill Broonzy & Eric Trauner
is gratefully acknowledged
Clock With No Hands
1/ Two lovers sit in their favorite bar
So silent, just dreaming, and far
Out in their minds so bizarre
Time drops like notes from his guitar
And the clock with no hands
Spins round and shows no time
And the clock with no hands
Spins round …
2/ Daydreams, not much to do
Time slips unnoticed, there’s nothing new
They need no talking, these two
Rain falls outside, smoke floating blue
And the clock with no hands…
It didn’t last
He went so fast
Nostalgic dreams remain
Of lovers who sat in their favorite bar
Of lovers who sat in their favorite bar
Of lovers
Music & lyrics: Doc Dooley a.k.a. Helmut Haberl.
Written March/April 2019. Inspiration by Patti Smith
is gratefully acknowledged
Brown River Country
1/ Where the woods roll out
And the sky hangs low
I met my girl
In the evening glow
We found a place
Where the poppies grow
There we laid our heads
Near the river flow
This is the brown river country
Where the hills roll out to nowhere
The grass is green in the courtyards
The hawk flies high up in the air
2/ The wheat stood high
First the sky was blue
Then the rain fell hard
We were only two
This is the brown river country…
The river’s slow
But we had to go
We’ll be back again
In a month or so
This is the brown river country…
Music & lyrics: Doc Dooley a.k.a. Helmut Haberl, written July 2014
Arizona Days (Flagstaff)
1/ It’s a rainy day in Flagstaff
Almost nothing I can do
But I got my old guitar here
It is shining like brand new
The trucks blaze through this country
Got nothing else to do
The motel I’ve just checked in
Got a heater and a loo
I came driving up that highway
To see some Arizona views
Left my girl back in old Europe
To have some Arizona days
2/ The rocks are red down in Sedona
As they are supposed to be
But the dust is rather slimy
Rainy curtains hide the creek
Dairy Queen did serve some breakfast
Coffee weaker than my tea
Got some Bud Light for my headache
Let the TV shine light on me
I came driving up that highway…
3/ It’s a rainy day in Flagstaff…
Music & lyrics: DocDooley a.k.a. Helmut Haberl, written October 2010
Staring at the moon
1 / I was going out last night to see some friends
They were staring at the moon
I tried to lure them into going out to town
They let me down and I looked like a goon
Ref
And now I’m waiting, sitting, staring waiting for the train to come
2/ I was walking down the street some time ago
I met a girl, staring at the moon
I tried to talk to her, tried to mess around
She just let me down and I looked like a goon
Ref
3/ I want to leave now there’s nothing I can do
Don’t want to end up staring at the moon
Packed up my stuff, looking for a train
I did not find it and I look like a goon
Flu Blues
Ref
1 / Woke up this morning, feeling worn and blue
Woke up this morning, feeling worn and blue
My nose is running
My head is aching too
2 / Want to see my baby, but I can’t get out of bed
Want to drink some coffee, got a truck driving through my head
Got to stay at home
Won’t move today, I’m afraid
3 / Yes I miss my baby, want to see her right away
Oh I miss my baby, want to see her right away
Can’t leave my bed
I know it will be sad
4 / Feeling sick today, I guess I caught the flu
Didn’t sleep tonight, fuck this rotten nasty flu
It’s the flu flu blues
I think I got it too
Blue Ridge Rider
1 / Ken didn’t move for days in a row
Played some games, watched a TV show
He’s feeling plump, his body slow
His mind is drifting to a place no one knows
Ref
Goes out of town seeking skies so blue
Walking someplace without a queue
To buy a horse, a saddle too
Following the trail the wind often blew
Out in the mountains he‘s a Blue Ridge rider
Travelling the valley on his horse all alone
Out in the mountains he’s a fearless strider
Until the moment where he hears his phone
2 / There’s always trouble, he is all-alert
The pressure’s rising, he’s just a nerd
Who’s got to fix it, that’s all he should
But now Ken’s drifting where he’s feeling good
Ref
3 / Ken’s back in office, he hates the smell
Of dust and paper inside his cell
His boss is angry, he’s been so rude
But now he’s drifting where he’s feeling good
Ref
One hundred shades of green
1 / Summertime, the heat is on
A lazy summer day
You’re walking down the alley way
You ask yourself
Just where to go
It doesn’t matter anyway
Ref / One hundred shades of green
Surround us in the day
One hundred shades of blue
When we’re at the shore
One hundred shades of green
Calm our weary souls
One hundred shades of blue
Greet us at dawn
2 / Life’s easy here
We’re drifting through the days
Watching the birds, counting the sheep
The cows are grazing
The horses too
Look forward to an early sleep
Ref
Berlin Blues
1 / The trees are blooming but the air is fresh today
Yeah the trees are blooming but the air is fresh today
The city’s dreaming, got the Berlin Blues, hey hey
2 / There’s that nice old lady, doesn’t want to sleep tonight
There’s that nice old lady, doesn’t want to sleep tonight
Now the band is playing, it’s gonna be alright
3 / Got up that evening, I couldn’t sleep all day
Got up that evening, I couldn’t sleep all day
But the Berlin hipsters, they need no sleep, hey hey
4 / Now I’ll grow a beard like the guys in ZZ Top
Now I’ll grow a beard like the guys in ZZ Top
Then I’ll be a hipster, get the Berlin Blues, hop hop
Faceless Devil
1 / Uh the faceless devil had his fun today
Uh the faceless devil had his fun today
He’s got us by the balls, that’s all one can say
2 / He sends his money priests to kick us in the ass
He sends his money priests to kick us in the ass
To ruin a whole country, to have his way at last
3 / But the people there didn’t play the game
But the people there stopped to play the game
Couldn’t cope no more, stopped doing the same
4 / Now nobody knew what to do
Now nobody knew just what to do
They spoiled the party, and the evening too
5 / Uh the dollar devil had a shitty day
Yeah, the dollar devil had a shitty day
In his glassy tower, ain’t a thing to say
6 / But the end of the story nobody knows
The end of the story nobody knows
It could be better, could also be worse
Going Down
1 / We once were civilized people
Here in Europe so we thought
Now barbarians take over
And the hatred that they brought
Ref
The greeks, the romans, now it’s our turn,
We’re going down, we’re gonna burn
The greeks, the romans, now it’s our turn,
We’re going down, we’re gonna burn
2 / See this man in a detention camp
With his guitar on his knees
Got no strings, got no amp
He’s as silent as can be
Ref
3/ There he stands, a cute young lad
A chancellor… – oh my
Serves his sponsors banks and industry
Got their profits flying high
Ref
4/ It’s getting warmer almost by the day
The heat is on, it’s going to stay
There’s few who care, who wanna turn
We’ll dry out, we’re gonna burn
Ref
Isonzo Delta Blues
(1) We hit the road, we’re on our way
My baby too, we couldn’t stay
Snowy mountains in our back
The sun so hot, our shoes are black
(2) Broken boats rot in the mud
Choking fish long for the flood
Flowers smell so fresh and green
Crabs crawl sideways, oh so mean
Ref Isonzo delta blues, there’s nothing we could lose
Isonzo delta blues again
(3) Follow me to the fishman’s boat
Diesel fumes, a mouldy moat
The fisher man drinks gin and beer
Shouting strange songs in our ears
Ref
(4) We’re going out, come rain, come storm
We got ourselves to keep us warm
The delta’s hot, the delta’s cold
It’s damp and bold, it’s shining gold
Ref
Shelter In Place
1 / Those were the days, those were the nights
Laughter and tears, life’s cheerful rites
Shelter in place, that’s where we’re now
The virus still spreads, anyhow
Where we go, we don’t know
Where we go, we won’t know ‘till we’re there
2 / Strange are these days, like on stand-by
Blustering silence, no planes in the sky
Strange days, strange nights, quiet nights
Daily news, viral fears, restricted our rights
Where we go, we don’t know
Where we go, we won’t know ‘till we’re there
3 / Strange are these days, we keep carrying on
Spring moves ahead, the straw ain’t yet drawn
Shelter in place, that’s where we are
The virus slows down, it’s so bizarre, so bizarre
Where we go, we don’t know
Where we go, we won’t know ‘till we’re there
The Chinese Doctor
1 / She was such a lively girl
Full of dreams and joy
Running over the green green grass
Faster than a boy
Her hair was long and flowing down
Blowing in the wind
Her mood was bright and mellow then
All the day it seemed … was it just a dream?
Ref The Chinese doctor was there, what did he say?
The Chinese doctor was there,
The Chinese doctor was there, what did he do?
The Chinese doctor was there, what could anybody do?
2 / Then there was a desparate look
On her small grey face
You almost couldn’t see her then
Like behind a haze
Thin like a razor blade
Life seemed pretty bleak
Dark rings under her eyes
The pale and hollow cheeks
Ref
3 / I don’t know what happened here
It isn’t plain to see
Who did what, and why, and when
You’ve got no clue nor me
Ref