ORANGE CRATE ART

        Van Dyke Parks with Brian Wilson

        Produced by Van Dyke Parks
        Vocals by Brian Wilson
        Released November 14, 1995
        Album Archive entry

        1. Orange Crate Art
        2. Sail Away
        3. My Hobo Heart
        4. Wings Of A Dove
        5. Palm Tree And Moon
        6. Summer In Monterey
        7. San Francisco
        8. Hold Back Time
        9. My Jeanine
        10. Movies Is Magic
        11. This Town Goes Down At Sunset
        12. Lullabye

        1. Orange Crate Art

        (Van Dyke Parks)

        Orange crate art was a place to start
        Orange crate art was a world apart
        Home for two with view of Sonoma
        Where there's aroma and heart
        Memories of her orange crate art

        Orange crate art and a rockin chair
        Barnyard gate waitin some repair
        Trust in fate and sweet inspiration
        You could go bust to replace
        Just what is here by the case

        Hear the lonesome locomotion roar
        Hobo hop on if you dare
        And it rools where grapes of wrath are stored
        Stops on a bracero's prayer

        From the vine of a vintage cru
        Comes the wine of this rendezvous
        Room for two in view of Sonoma
        Back when Ramona had heart
        Memories of her orange crate art

        2. Sail Away

        (Van Dyke Parks)

        When I desire company
        I'll leave my footprints on the sand by a wreckless sea
        Hopin you'll come to me
        And we'll explore what might have been
        And leave the shore and give this tired old world a spin
        When my ship will come in

        Sun up! We'll sail away the day that my ship comes in
        Fast as the highest mast can take us to any old where but here
        One captains paradise for two
        Stay in a sea that's twice as blue
        It all waits for me and you when my ship comes in

        You go and get the telephone
        Give it a real good yank and thank God we are alone in a tropical zone
        While we surf out the Caribbean
        At every port a third world orders nouvelle cuisine from that aquamarine

        We'll tell our kind and gentle friends
        There still is time to make ammends
        We'll send 'em a card that ends "'Til your ship comes in!"

        Sail away — sail away — just sail away when my ship will come in
        Sail away — sail away — just sail away when my ship will come in

        Oh island in the sun!
        What I don't know won't hurt me none when all's said and done
        When my ship will come in
        That perfect host in harmony!
        We'll raise a toast to what's still left of my memory
        When will my ship come in?

        We'll sail away — sail away — just sail away when my ship will come in
        We'll sail away — sail away — just sail away

        3. My Hobo Heart

        (Music: Van Dyke Parks, Lyrics: Michael Hazlewood)

        I had a love in every town
        I swore that Iwould sooner die
        than ever settle down
        Me and my hobo heart
        Me and my hobo heart

        Now look and see what love has done
        My feet are rooted in the ground just when
        I want to turn around and run
        Me and my hobo heart
        Me and my hobo heart

        I look down the lonesome highway
        A lover in every town
        And I swore that I would far sooner die
        than settle down again

        Then I ask myself a question:
        What places could I go to —
        what road could I take
        What trip could I make that wouldn't lead back —
        that wouldn't lead back to you

        And now my travellin days are through
        And ridin horses in the sand or walkin with you
        hand in hand will do
        Me and my hobo heart
        Me and my hobo heart

        4. Wings Of A Dove

        (Van Dyke Parks)

        Rain come down for days make such thunder
        This old house can't take that much more
        And it just might take you and me under
        Makin such a great commotion —
        you could hear the clatter
        Put the pots and pans on the floor and just let it pour

        In the din tintin tabulation you can hear
        —— the rain is in play The whole wide world in great jubilation
        Underneath the pitter patter say it doesn't matter
        Someone say you feelin okay and just fly away

        On the wings of a dove you bring me my love
        She's singin so sadly
        Wings liftin my love! She's driftin above
        —— the push and the shove
        On wings of a dove

        Rain come down to wash away sorrow
        This whole town is covered in gray
        God let it rain by gosh 'til tomorrow
        Someone here in tribulation — say it doesn't matter
        Someone say you feelin okay on one rainy day

        On the wings of a dove she's singing of love
        Of things I need badly
        Things I wish I had! And when she sings sad
        I would sing gladly
        On wings of a dove

        5. Palm Tree And Moon

        (Van Dyke Parks)

        This is so far from China the starlight like to blind ya
        A lover's way o'sayin come home soon
        Let each star there remind you It's time for love to find you
        A palm tree in the moon

        When a comet comes out to fall
        Why on earth do we feel so small
        Must be heaven that we hear call
        And in this natural plan I'm like catchin your hand
        Out under our palm tree and moon

        I put it in a letter How could I love you better
        And dropped it in a bottle into the sea
        I don't know where it went so I sent to Sacramento
        Said you were meant for me

        What a time to be talking small
        But a crime not to talk at all
        When it's heaven that we hear call
        There ain't a cloud in the sky and no allowin for why
        Out under a palm tree and moon

        What a time to be talking small
        But a crime not to talk at all
        When it's heaven that we hear call
        And for us two silhouettes
        It's just as good as it gets
        Out under a palm tree and moon

        6. Summer In Monterey

        (Music: Van Dyke Parks, Lyrics: Michael Hazlewood)

        Wasn't so long ago
        That every year your family would rent a house
        from June to Labor Day
        Summer in Monterey
        None of us wore no clothes
        In Monterey our feet were bare our shorts
        were all we'd ever wear
        And I would jump for joy that you were there

        Take you to the movie show
        Watching arm in arm
        Used to hope the film would work its charm
        Then you and I we'd saunter home
        Far behind the crowd
        Linger longer than your Ma and Pa had allowed

        Never in love before
        We couldn't wait to be alone to beat it to
        the Ocean View Cafι
        That was our hideaway
        Summer in Monterey

        Monterey Monterey
        I would love the crazy world to always stay that way
        Ocean breeze breaking seas
        Out on the rocks around the widely curving bay
        Summer in Monterey

        7. San Francisco

        (Van Dyke Parks)     

        San Francisco San Francisco
        Her lovers' arms were open wide
        With a gate so golden
        Waits with charms unfoldin
        Hold that cable car up there with pride
        I gotta ride
        Giddy-yup down to

        San Francisco San Francisco
        Where love is true as time and tide
        She was seventeen though when I left from Reno
        Like some Valentino with his bride
        There by my side

        I panned gold from Cisco down to Frisco
        How I'm missin these days of yore
        Eldorado
        Miss those Irisky women and raw rye whiskey
        With each kiss we would explore
        Eldorado         

        For this desperado was gold in the dust
        Like many a man in God do I trust
        Gave up on El Dorado so lost in my lust
        Where love is not for sale
        Out at the end of the trail

        San Francisco San Francisco
        You find a candlestick in flame
        Sportin life did change her
        Short life rearrange her
        Brought her misfortune and shame

        Roll on down the California flyway
        That's a highway I have known
        Old mystery sun sets down on waters
        The soul of man alone

        Time to giddy-up
        Doo-wah-diddy-yup

        San Francisco San Francisco
        You find love is not for sale
        Out at the end of the trail

        8. Hold Back Time

        (Van Dyke Parks)

        We painted inside and out with just a gallon of joy
        We had the girl then the boy — and love was never a toy
        Just like that old rusty Ford we restored out in back
        It made that clickety clack
        Our new old house by the track

        At her window was a touch of lavender lace
        I remember her face — too many rainbows to chase
        Right through the cracks of the pane come tracks of the rain
        Scatter like diamonds of rain
        Down our old block top two lane

        Hold back time! Don't talk about tomorrow!
        Tell that old clock on the wall he'll just have to call it a day
        Hold back time when we're in each others arms
        We're in each other's arms so hold back time

        With that old country hymn spinnin' round in her brain
        She kept her fancy for plain — more than for fortune and fame
        Now when we feel every wheel spinnin steel on that track
        We shake the dust off the sack
        In our old house by the track

        9. My Jeanine

        (Van Dyke Parks)

        I carried a torch for her in the orchard
        Apples were her last name
        My Jeanine my Jeanine
        Each tree would ignute with blossoms of white
        And dapple her hair with flame
        My Jeanine my Jeanine

        Jeanine in jean and calico
        A streak of mean don't let it show
        So when she tells you let her go
        Her yes may mean no
        I love her so

        We would meander now hand in hand
        In our Appalachian clime
        My Jeanine my Jeanine
        We'd bring in the spring and toss from the swing
        Along apple blossom time
        My Jeanine my Jeanine

        Remember when life was North Carolina
        Two bits for Cokes and jokes at the diner
        Time was a magazine—
        My Jeanine

        10. Movies Is Magic

        (Van Dyke Parks)

        She slid on her dress that night
        under that melancholy moon
        Somethin to impress him hopin
        he would be there soon
        She gonna runaway
        He got a Chevrolet
        She want a Nat King Cole
        He got a jelly roll
        Whole lotta heart and soul

        Sacramento river rat a rappin on her door
        Take her to a picture show
        she sure ain't seen before
        She was a debutante
        Give her just what she want
        You tell her just where to go
        Down to the drive in show
        You be my river beau

        Movies is magic
        Real life is tragic
        Fundamental though it seems
        When you're living in your dreams
        And you wake up
        It's over                                                                            

        Movies is magic
        Real life is tragic
        I regret I gotta say
        It is time we get away
        To the movies and magic

        Cowboys dressed like injuns popped
        right off that silver screen
        Sky just like a jukebox for a
        dreamboat delta queen
        Rain dropping all around
        Put up the top you clown
        And turn on the Nat King Cole
        Off with a rock and roll
        To the movies and magic

        Movies is
        movies is magic movies is magic
        Life is so tragic
        And as time goes flyin by
        You will often wonder why
        'Til the day that you die
        'Cause movies is magic movies is magic

        11. This Town Goes Down At Sunset

        (Michael Hazlewood)

        This town goes down at sunset
        When the hills start turnin red
        The streets roll up at eight o'clock
        Everybody goes off to bed
        Everybody goes off to bed

        There's someone callin someone names
        You can hear a screen door slam
        A car goes skatin down the road
        Everybody gets out of hand
        Everybody gets out of hand

        You took the key to my heart's door
        And you set off on your own
        I shook it off as a passing phase
        Everybody must come back home
        Everybody must come back home

        This town gets up at daybreak
        When the hills start turning blue
        A whistle blows a rooster crows
        Everybody's got things to do
        Everybody's got things to do

        But this town goes down at sunset
        When the hills start turnin red
        The streets roll up at eight o'clock
        And everybody goes back to bed
        Everybody goes back to bed

        12. Lullabye

        (George Gershwin)

        [instrumental]

         




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