Bloomsburg to Bangladesh
She’s a Zombie (from the album Bloomsburg to Bangladesh)
She is a Zombie
Of her reflections within
A wall around her senses
CHORUS
A creature by necessity
She’s a Zombie… she’s a zombie.
Verse 1:
No colours to her dawn, no depth to her sleep
No fears to succumb, no rules of ethics
CHORUS
Verse 2:
No colours to her dreams, no depth to her mind
No patriotic hymns, nor love of any kind
CHORUS
Verse 3:
No colours to her speech, no depth to her choice,
No promises to breach, nor happiness to rejoice,
Chorus (repeat)
She’s a zomie…
Lyrics by Paul Rodericks (India)
Music & Arrangement by Jeremy J. dePrisco (USA)
Copyright 2004 Jeremy dePrisco (ASCAP) and Paul Rodericks
Bistirno Dupare (from the album Bloomsburg to Bangladesh)
Asongkhay manosher, hahakar suneo, nissabde nirobe
Oh ganga tumi, Oh ganga baicho keno.
Naitikotar skholon dekheo, Manobotar paton dekheo
Nirlozzo alashbhabe, baicho keno
Sahasro baroshar, unmadonar
Mantro diyao lakkhajonere
Sabal sangrami, aar agrogami, kore tulona keno.
The Ganges, epitomized as the powerful goddess, has been challenged for its inaction during economic oppression, deprivation, and helplessness under self-centered and corrupt political-social leadership.
Writer: Shibdas Banerjee
Arrangement by Jeremy dePrisco ASCAP
Men At Sea (from the album Bloomsburg to Bangladesh)
Trying to get across
No matter what the cost
Hurricanes roar and the wind blows strong
The captain has died but the crew rolls on
Chorus
They are the men at sea;
Into the future they bleed
They are the men at sea;
Into the moment they bleed
We are the men who set sail
In search of the riches of the whale
As the wind blows hard the timbers creek
There’s no room for fear, no room for the weak
Down in the hull playing cards
While the forces outside are playing God
The men make scrimshaw buffed and carved
Not knowing if they will live or if they will starve
Chorus
Venomous waves like cracking whips,
over the rocks they hit
The sea floor is covered with their ships;
Filled with oil and ambergris
40 days out and the tryworks burned
the blacksmith’s fate was never learned
Titan in the fire, you can smell his breath; Titan in the fire, around
Titan in the fire, you can hear his death; Titan in the fire, abound
They are the men at sea;
We are the men who died at sea
We are the men at sea…
The women climb the widow’s walk
Marking the days with a line of chalk
Their sons are grown, leaving home
Taking on the only life they’ve known…
Lyrics, Music & Arrangement By:
© 2002 Jeremy J. dePrisco ASCAP
Yesterday Is Here
Written by: Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan (ASCAP) Published by Jalma Music.
Arranged and performed by Jeremy dePrisco (ASCAP) on his CD Bloomsburg to Bangladesh.
If you want money in your pocket, you want a top hat on your head
a hot meal on your table and a blanket on your bed
Well, today is grey skies tomorrow is tears
You’ll have to wait ’til yesterday is here
I’m a going to New York City
I’ll be leaving on a train
and if you wanna stay behind ’til I come back again
Well, today is grey skies tomorrow is tears
CHORUS
Now, if you want to go where the rainbows end
you will have to say goodbye
All our dreams come true baby up ahead
and it’s out where your memories lie
And the road is out before me and the moon is shining bright
What I want you to remember as I disappear tonight
That today is grey skies tomorrow is tears
You’ll have to wait ’til yesterday is here
Solo
And today is grey skies tomorrow’s tears
You’ll have to wait ’til yesterday is here
You will have to wait ’til yesterday is here
You will have to wait ’til yesterday is here
You will have to wait ’til yesterday is here
Mikey Might (from the album Bloomsburg to Bangladesh)
It happened in the schoolyard that day,
when Mikey and his friends went out to play;
They were playing their games; it was such a nice day.
Then came the bully boys,
with their bats and their other toys;
And they wanted to play, where Mikey was playing.
Mikey, Mikey he might
Mikey might not come home.
The bully boys came over to Mike, and said,
“Hey little boy, why don’t you take a hike?
This is where we play.” And they chased Mikey away.
Then Mikey said to them,
“You better watch, better watch your step,
I’ll be back someday, and you’ll be sorry!”
Mikey, Mikey he might
Mikey might not come home.
Then next week it happened again,
while little Mike was playing by the schoolyard fence.
Again they came; the bully boys wanted to play.
Then Mike said, “Come on over here,
I’ve got somethin’ to show you, got somethin’ you might like to
hear; that you might like to hear.”
And he pulled a switchblade out of his pocket,
and he shoved it in the bully boy’s eye-socket.
And now he’s dead; now the bully boy is dead.
Mikey, Mikey, he might. Mikey, Mikey, might.
Mikey, Mikey, he might. Mikey might not come home.
Mikey might not come home, Mikey might be in jail alone.
Mikey might not come home, Mikey might be in jail alone.
Lyrics, Music & Arrangement By:
© 1993 Jeremy J. dePrisco ASCAP
Teasing The Toad (from the album Bloomsburg to Bangladesh)
Hey Princess come and join to me
I’m a Prince inside, it’s true you see.
One peaceful day while I walked alone,
came ‘cross a creature by the road.
I poked and teased; had a jolly good time.
Not knowing I had committed a crime
With a puff of smoke and a flash of light
the sky grew dim as if it’were night
The moon shone down on my figure so tall
before I could run I was reduced to small
CHORUS
Tease the toad.
Teasing the toad.
An evil witch trapped me inside here.
I got too close, I got too near.
Hopping mad on the forest floor.
I long to be free — I long to fear no more?
Trapped by her spell by her magic wand,
In a boiling cauldron down by the pond.
I’m inside waiting to be freed
Come and join me, Oh come and join me but don’t tease the toad.
BRIDGE
I used to have a castle down by the river.
Now I’ve got a lilly pad.
Used to have diamonds, gold and silver
Now all I’ve got are rocks, doomed to dwell in the lochs.
I pray you please, save me from this ill
Find a wizard to bring me a magic pill.
I’m not feeling myself these days,
I’ve got warts and scales, what can I say.
Lyrics, Music & Arrangement By:
© 1994 Jeremy dePrisco ASCAP
Prothom Bangladesh (from the album Bloomsburg to Bangladesh)
Prothom Bangladesh, Amar Shesh Bangladesh,
Jibon Bangladesh, Amar Moron Bangladesh.
First Bangladesh, My last Bangladesh,
Life Bangladesh, My death Bangladesh.
Written by (Abdul Basit Choudhury, Sweden)
Arrangement by Jeremy dePrisco (ASCAP)
Prothom Bangladesh is the Bangladesh National Party Anthem.