CLOSE TO IT ALL 
 
While walking through life I would never fall 
If I could be close to it all and all, 
If I could be close to it all. 
 
If I had my dream it would not fall down 
If I could live high on the ground, 
The sound of high is a good one to many around 
When they wanna be close to it all, 
And I wanna be close to it all and all, 
I gotta be close to it all. 
 
The village sugar takers, 
Madison Avenue pink dream makers, 
They try to escape from it all, 
But instead they build walls, that's all 
But they wanna be close to it all. 
 
If I had my dream I would fill a hall 
And tell all the people tear down the wall 
That keeps them from being a part of it all 
'Cause they gotta be close to it all. 
 
The village sugar takers, 
The Avenue pink dream makers, 
They try to escape from it all, 
But instead they build walls, that's all 
They wanna be close to it all. 
 
There's just one more thing that I wanna say: 
Everyone's got their own special way 
That keeps them from getting too close to the day, 
Accept and be part of it all and all; 
An' everyone you gotta tear down all of your walls 
That keep you from being a part of it all 
'Cause you gotta be one with the one and all, 
And everyone you gotta tear down all of your walls
That keep you from being a part of it all 
'Cause you gotta be one with the one and all, 
You gotta be close to it all. 


It's... it's really nice to start off with that song, especially when
you're extra nervous and...I am extra nervous, because...I get the
feeling when you, when you sing, when you're performing in the place
where you did all of your growing up you get the feeling that
everybody in the audience knows you from sometime in your life.

UPTOWN AND DOWN 
 
You know I've been to New York 
Uptown and down 
And if you been there 
Well you've been around 
And I couldn't care less 
If you lov'd me or not, 
Oh yes, But I almost forgot 
How are the people back home? 
Tell them I got a 
Show of my own, 
Don't say 
You think that I've grown. 
 
I've grown used to the people 
Tellin' me I'm pretty 
Used to the nights 
With the boys in the city, 
And they couldn't care less 
If I loved them or not, 
I've been looking real hard, 
But I don't know for what.
 
How are the people back home? 
You can tell them I got a show of my own 
But sometimes I wished I'd never left home. 
Because I've been to New York 
Uptown and Down 
If you been there 
Well you've been around 
And I couldn't care less 
If you lov'd me or not, 
No I couldn't care less, but I guess 
I care a whole lot, yeah
Oh, I've been to New York 
Uptown and down, 
And if you been there 
Well you've been around 
And I couldn't care less 
If you lov'd me or not, 
Oh yes, I guess 
I care a whole lot
Yeah, I wouldn't be here
If I didn't care a whole lot


MOMMA MOMMA 
 
Momma Momma, I fear you reared me wrong, 
Momma Momma, I fear you reared me wrong 
I pick up my head, can't tell where I belong. 
 
Momma Momma, something's hurting me bad, 
Momma Momma, something's hurting me bad, 
I have a yearning for something I never had. 

I can't understand, it's too far over my head, 
I can't understand, no, it's too far over my head. 
I'm living the life but I'm really only dying instead. 

Sometimes I feel my life has come and then it's gone, 
Oh, sometimes I feel my life has come and then it's gone. 
I live in this world but I'm only looking on. 
  
Oh, Momma Momma, I fear you reared me wrong, 
Momma Momma, I fear you reared me wrong, 
I pick up my head and I can't tell where I belong. 
Oh, Momma Momma, Momma, something's very wrong. 

Oh, Momma Momma, Momma Momma,
Momma Momma Momma Momma Momma, Momma
I pick up my head and I can't tell where I belong
Momma Momma, something is terribly wrong.
 

Let's see, I'd like to do this song that I...just wrote.
It's...I like New York because...I like the east coast because I...
it's a def...definite feeling of the change of the seasons. You can 
tell when it's...when it's...coming you know and...a certain 
breeze will blow up or something you'll smell in the air and it'll
bring it all back and I...like people that were in your life and
aren't there anymore will...be back and...this is a song that I
wrote at the change of the season.

THE SADDEST THING 
 
And the saddest thing 
Under the sun above 
Is to say goodbye 
To the ones you love 
 
All the things 
That I have known 
Became my life 
My very own 
But before you know 
You say goodbye 
All the time goodbye 
It's time to cry 
But I will not weep 
Nor make a scene 
Just say thank you life 
For having been. 
 
And the loudest cry 
Under the sun above 
Is the silent goodbye 
From the ones you love.

But I will not weep 
Nor make a scene 
I just say thank you life 
For having been. 
 
And the saddest thing 
Under the sun above 
Is to say goodbye 
To the ones you love 
 

Oh it's nice when somebody says something.

BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE 
 
(I never really get sick of singing this song. I'm amazed
because I've really sung it a lot.)

Beautiful people 
You live in the same world as I do 
But somehow I never noticed 
You before today 
I'm ashamed to say 
 
Beautiful people 
We share the same back door 
And it isn't right 
We never met before 
But then 
We may never meet again 
If I weren't afraid you'd laugh at me 
I would run and take all your hands 
And I'd gather everyone together for a day 
And when we're gather'd 
I'll pass buttons out that say 
Beautiful people 
Never have to be alone 
'Cause there'll always be someone 
With the same button on as you 
Include him in everything you do. 
 
Beautiful people 
You ride the same subway 
As I do ev'ry morning 
That's got to tell you something 
We've got so much in common 
I go the same direction that you do 
So if you take care of me 
Maybe I'll take care of you 
 
Beautiful people 
You look like friends of mine 
And it's about time 
That someone said it here and now 
I make a vow that some time, somehow 
I'll have a meeting 
Invite ev'ryone you know 
I'll pass out buttons for
The ones who come to show 
Beautiful people 
Never ever have to be alone 
'Cause there'll always be someone 
With the same button on as you 
Include him in ev'rything you do 
He may be sitting right next to you 
He may be a beautiful people too 
And if you take care of him 
Maybe he'll take care of you 
'Cause all of the beautiful people do
And you're all beautiful people too.


ANIMAL CRACKERS 
 
Oh, eat your animal crackers 
'Cause my mother told me so long ago, 
"If you eat your animal crakers, 
The children in Europe won't starve anymore". 
Hahaha hahahaha hahaha.

Oh I love eating icecream, 
Chocolate, vanilla and butter pecan, 
But I best love animal crackers 
'Cause I love helping my fellow man. 
Yeah, I eat more crackers than anyone can
Hahaha haha.

(I forgot the words.... ONCE! Thank you!)

Once I went on a diet 
(that's the freudian part, is it, when I forget it) 
Once I went on a diet
A carbohydrate diet ain't nice 
'Cause you can't eat animal crackers. 
So, I'm gonna stay a fatty for all of my life,
Hahaha hahaha.
But some people think that fatties are nice, yeah. 
 
Did you ever hear of Alice's restaurant? 
I eat at Alice's restaurant year after year. 
She makes an animal cracker pizza, ha 
And she gives animal crackers out free with the beer. 
Oh, let's give Alice a great big cheer. 
She knows the age... 
Ah, animal crackers are in this year! 
Ha ha hahaha.
Oh, lalalalala lala lala


I wrote this song in Columbus, Missouri. 
I was... had a day off, so I, I wanted to go to the country, 
and that wasn't very difficult because the country was... 
Columbus, Missouri is the country. 
And I walked outside my door and I saw a big cow and I said, 
"Oh, moo, you know, don't you, you know that I don't eat cows?" 
And the cow didn't say anything except: "Mmmm, Melanie". 
And so, and so I wrote him this song, 
and I wrote it really for all the cows.

I DON'T EAT ANIMALS  
 
I was just thinking about the way it's supposed to be, 
I'll eat the plants and the fruit from the trees, 
And I'll live on vegetables and I'll grow on seeds, 
But I don't eat animals and they don't eat me, 
Oh no, I don't eat animals 'cause I love them, you see, 
I don't eat animals, I want nothing dead in me. 
 
I don't eat white flour, white sugar makes you rot, 
Oh, white could be beautiful but mostly it's not. 
A little bit of whole meal, some raisins and cheese, 
But I don't eat animals and they don't eat me. 
Oh no, I don't eat animals 'cause I love them, you see, 
I don't eat animals, I want nothing dead in me. 
 
A little bit of whole meal, some raisins and cheese, 
I'll eat the plants and the fruit from the trees, 
And I'll live on vegetables and I'll grow on seeds, 
But I won't eat animals and they won't eat me, 
Oh no, I'll live on life, I want nothing dead in me, 
You know I'll become life and my life will become me, 
You know I'll live on life and my life will live on me. 
 
 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY 
 
This isn't really a concert, this is a birthday party, 
this is Margie's birthday party. 
Margie... Margie wrote something about me in "Look Magazine", 
and she also wrote something about the Maffia, about their evil deeds, 
and I think they're after her. 
And considering this might be one of her last, 
I wanted to make it a very memorable occasion. 
So join with me in wishing Margie a very happy birthday, 
 
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, 
Happy birthday, dear Margie, happy birthday to you".


TUNING MY GUITAR 
 
I'm thinking what I'm doing 
I'm thinking what I've done 
I'm thinking 'bout my mother 
Who never thought I'd come 
Quite this far from nowhere 
To hear myself be sung 
But I still haven't forgotten 
I used to do it just for fun 
     
When all the ones around me 
Would wonder if they saw 
Or heard me singing somewhere 
Tuning my guitar 
 
Knock once, I got ten minutes 
And every night's the same 
Sometimes I wish I wasn't in it 
When I hear them call my name 
Same people all around me 
And I wonder who they are 
I know they're not my family 
And they're not my friends by far

They're all the ones around me 
I wonder who they are 
They hide behind my curtain 
And they hope I'll be a star 
 
An' they say, "Get out and sell them" 
But selling's not my aim 
I'm gonna sing the life I'm living 
And try to ease the pain 
 
Of all the ones around me 
No matter who you are 
Tonight you're gonna hold the curtain 
I'm tuning my guitar

And all the ones around me 
I wonder who you are 
You hide behind my curtain 
And they hope I'll be a star 
But all the ones around me 
Who don't know who you are 
You hide and you look uncertain 
But you hope I'll be a star 
 
And all the ones, all around me
I don't care who you are
Tonight you're gonna hold the curtain
I'm tuning my guitar

All the ones, all the ones
All the ones around me
And I don't care who you are
Tonight you're gonna hold the curtain
I'm tuning my guitar

Oh all the ones
Who do you think that you are
Tonight you're gonna hold the curtain
I'm tuning my guitar


I'd like you to sing with me on this song because it... this is
gonna be on an "Alive at Margie's birthday party" album, and if you
don't sing, nobody will believe that anybody was there.

PSYCHOTHERAPY

Oh mine eyes have seen the glory of the theories of Freud,
He has taught me all the evils that my ego must avoid.
Repression of the impulses resulting paranoid
As the id goes marching on.
Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality,
Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

There was a man who thought his friends to him were all superior
And this complex he imagined made life drearier and drearier
Till his analyst assured him that he really was inferior
As the id goes marching on.
Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality,
Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

Do you drown your superego in a flood of alcohol - or something else -
And go running after women till you're just about to fall.
You may think you're having fun but you're not having fun at all
As the id goes marching on.
Glory glory - (You're not singing, you're just clapping!)
Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality,
Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

Oh sad is the masochism, the vagaries of sex
Have turned half the population into total nervous wrecks.
But your analyst will cure you, long as you can pay the cheques
As the id goes marching on.
Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality,
Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

Is your body plagued by aches and pains that you can't understand
Compound fractures ingrown toenails, floating kidneys, trembling hands,
There's a secret to your trouble: you're in love with your old man
As the id goes marching on - all together now!
Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality,
Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

Freud's mystic world of meaning needn't have us mystified
It's really very simple what the psyche tries to hide:
A thing is a phallic symbol if it's longer than it's wide
As the id goes marching on.
Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality,
Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on


LEFTOVER WINE 

What do you do when the people go home 
And what do you do when the show is all done 
I know what I'll do in the alone of my time 
But what will I do with the leftover wine 
A line from a poem of my childhood has said 
That visions of sugarplums were gonna dance in my head 
I'll spend my whole life making the time rhyme 
But I'll still have a bowl of leftover wine 
I'm gonna spend my whole life making the time rhyme 
And then I'm gonna run to the people
And I'll sing them a song of mine 
You know I'm gonna do anything 
Just to take up time 
Cause I can't find a taker for the leftover wine 
What do you do when the people go home 
And what do you do when the show is all done 
I know what I'll do in the alone of my time 
But what will I do with the leftover wine 
I'm gonna spend my whole life making the time rhyme 
And then I'm gonna run to the people 
And I'll sing you a song of mine 
You know I'm gonna do anything 
Just to take up time 
Cause I can't find a taker for the leftover wine 
I'm gonnna drink some of yours 
If you'll drink a little of mine 
Because I can't stand the taste of that leftover wine 
And I'll drink some of yours 
If you'll drink all of mine 
'cause I can't stand the taste of leftover wine 
Ahh, ahh...


PEACE WILL COME (according to plan)
 
There's a chance peace will come in your life please buy one 
There's a chance peace will come in your life please buy one 
  
For sometimes when I am feeling as big as the land 
With the velvet hill in the small of my back 
And my hands are playing the sand 
 
And my feet are swimming in all of the waters 
All of the rivers are givers to the ocean 
According to plan, according to man 
 
Well sometimes when I am feeling so grand 
And I become the world 
And the world becomes a man 
 
And my song becomes a part of the river 
I cry out to keep me just the way I am 
According to plan 
 
According to man, according to plan 
According to man, according to plan 

Oh there's a chance peace will come 
In your life, please buy one
Oh there's a chance peace will come 
In your life, please buy one
 
For sometimes when we have reached the end 
With the velvet hill in the small of my backs 
And our hands are clutching the sand 

Will our blood become a part of the river 
All of the rivers are givers to the ocean 
According to plan, according to man 

There's a chance peace will come in your life please buy one.

There's a chance peace will come in your life please buy one 
For sometime when we have reached the end 
With the velvet hill in the small of my backs 
And our hands are clutching the sand.

There's a chance peace will come in your life please buy one 
There's a chance peace will come in your life please buy one...