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The Power | Mr. Lucky | Little Red Wagon | Jersey Girls Don't Pump Gas | Blue | Sin City

Mama"s In The Kitchen | You Can't Smoke It Here | I Wanna Know | Harbor Heart | Hey Angel





The Power         Written by M. Casella                                                                          Back To The Top



(words & music by Mario Casella)

Verse 1
Work every day, still got nothing' much to show
So, maybe I get dressed up, but then I can't afford to go
Seem kind of hard to face my daily grind
Lack of inspiration, got too much on my mind
Come on now, cover me, cover me
Help me make my stand
I'm only human and I do the best I can
Shelter me, Shelter me
Give me something good
Something I can hold on to
That's easily understood

Chorus
The Power, I'm deep in the power
Blues power gonna set me free
I got the power, the bonafide power
Blues Power gonna set me free

Verse 2
The man said; "Sugar for sugar and salt for salt"
If I go down in this flood, it's gonna be my own fault
Wiser man ain't never been born
Kept the Blues in his pocket, put a pinch in every song
Come on now, Muddy me, Muddy me
And B. B. me to sleep
I'm Ready Freddy, play your Blues cool and deep
Help me mend my weary soul time after time
Medicine for madness, ease my mind with
The Power

Chorus repeat

Verse 3
Goin' down to Bluesville
Gonna take myself a seat
Gets me feeling better when I'm tired and beat
Some old guitar be playing out of tune
Doesn't seem to matter when you're howling at the moon
Come on now, Cover me, cover me
Help me make my stand
I'm only human, and I do the best I can
Shelter me, Shelter me
Give me something good
Something I can keep, that's easily understood
The Power





Mr. Lucky         Written by M. Casella                                                                          Back To The Top



Written by Mario Casella copyright 2011


They call him Mr. Lucky
The man who always wins
They call him Mr. Lucky
Everybody want's to be his friend
But if they knew the heart of the matter
And how his whole world was shattered
They'd call him, Mr Blue

They say you can't judge a book,
By looking at the cover
Leather bound, and trimmed in gold
Here's the story of a lover
Had the world tied to a string
And the best of everything
"till a princess come along
That's when everything went wrong

For Mr. Lucky
The Man who always wins
If they knew the heart of the matter
And how his whole world was shattered
They'y call him, Mr Blue

They say you can't judge a book
By lookin' at the cover
And that master onto a slave
Shall be slave onto another

Mr. Lucky,
The man who always wins
If they knew the heart of the matter
And how his whole world was shattered
They'd call him, Mr Blue





Little Red Wagon         Written by M. Casella                                                 Back To The Top



(words & music by Mario Casella copyright 2011)

You want everything to be easy
You wanna be right up on the ball
You need to be the height of fashion
You wanna own everything at the mall
You act like you ain't never known thick to be thin

Your friends got you marked as a killer
But you think they like you 'cause you're smooth
Well sooner or later they're all gonna want something
You'd better be ready to make your move
You say that you pack everything you need to survive

(Chorus)
Well it's your little red wagon, and you've got to pull it
It's your little red wagon, and you've got to pull it
It's your little red wagon, and you've got to pull it
On home

You want to live a noble lifestyle
At every ones expense but yours
You know what I think mister
It ain't right to steal from the poor
You know that, ten, and ten, and ten don't add up to be three

(Chorus)

Now lately you've been hearing voices
And it seems like something's closin' in
You're stuck with a wagon full of possessions
And now's the time you'll need a friend
And you'll scream, help me, help me my wheels are to heavy to turn

(Chorus)





Jersey Girls Don't Pump Gas         Written by M. Casella                          Back To The Top



(words & music by Mario Casella copyright 2011)

Cruisin” down a desert road through Dead Man's Pass
Never even noticed she was low on gas
She's busy doin' up her nails, fixin' her hair
Right smack dab in the middle of nowhere
What she gotta do, no need to ask

(Chorus)

Jersey girls DON'T PUMP GAS!!!!

Pull into a fillin' station just in time
Out come a big ole' gal named Clementine
She look her up and down like she lookin' at a clown
Ain't too hard to tell she's from outta' town
What she can't do, no need to ask, cause
Jersey girls DON'T PUMP GAS!!!!

(Bridge)
She miles from the mall
Her experience with glamour ain't no help at all
Who she gonna' call?
That Self Service sign gonna be her downfall

er> What she gonna do is put her finger on her lips
Do that little shimmy thing with her hips
Trucker passin' by stopped on a dime, nearly run right over poor Clementine


(Chorus)


And yo! Jersey girls DON'T PUMP GAS!!!!

Repeat out........





Blue         Written by M. Casella                                                                                          Back To The Top



Words & Music by Mario Casella 2011

There's blue In the ocean
And there's blue in the sky
There's blue in the the mountains
And in my sweet baby's eyes
One thing I know, And I know it for sure

There's blue in my soul
And The Blues is in everything
Blue is in my soul
And The Blues is in Everything

Now man controls the ocean
And a man may rule the sky
Man may claim a mountain top
And he will surly take an eye
One thing I know, He can never, never own

There's blue in my soul
And The Blues is in everything
Blue is in my soul
And The Blues is in everything

I know, I know, I know
Someday I'll be free
And this crazy world I'm livin' in
Will no longer trouble me
One thing I know, and I know it for sure

There's blue in my soul
And The Blues in in everything
Blue is in my soul
And The Blues is in everything ,everything, everything....

It was in the soul of James Brown
And in the soul of Sam Cooke
In the soul of Muddy Waters
And in the soul of Otis Redding

Etc.





Sin City         Written by M. Casella                                                          Back To The Top



Written by Mario Casella 2011

I been to Boston and Cleveland too
I been to Frisco and Kalamazoo
I been to Tampa and ol' St. Pete
And Dallas Texas in the blazing heat
But I ain't never seen nothin' like it before
Sin City oh yea, city I adore

They got women, blow you mind
And big casinos take your every dime
You'll find a thrill at every turn
And folks with money enough to burn
But I ain't never seen nothin' like it before
Sin City, oh yea city I adore

Got a golden palace, kiss the sky
Way up where angels used to fly
Fire and Thunder fill the air
And crazy ass Elvis everywhere
I ain't never seen nothin' like it before
Sin city oh yea, city I adore


You can take New York, you can take L.A.
Take Chicago, and ol. Santa fe
Roll 'em up in a big ol' ball
Still don't stack up half as tall
And I ain't never seen nothin' like it before
Sin city oh yea, city I adore




Mama's In The Kitchen         Written by M. Casella                                  Back To The Top



Mamma's in the kitchen
Mamma start to cry, yi, yi
"Cause mamma's boy be goin'
Mamma's boy say bye, bye, bye
Mamma got no warning
No good reason why
Mamma's boy got big plan
Take plane across the sky yi,yi


(Chorus)
Mamma's in the Kitchen
Feels like she gonna die
Mamma's in the Kitchen
Throw hands up to the sky, yi, yi ,yi ,yi
Hands up to the sky

Mamma, mamma don't worry It's gonna be alright So mamma's boy be a soldier Never gonna die,yi,yi Mamma call to Mary, mamma call to Joe Mamma call to savior Don't let my baby go,wo, wo

(Chorus2)
Mamma's in th kitchen
Feel like she's gonna die
Mamma's in the kitchen
Throw hands up to the sky,yi, yi, yi, yi
Hands up to the sky

Mamma's in the kitchen
Mamma, mamma don't cry, yi ,yi
So Mamma's boy be a soldier
Never gonna die,yi ,yi ,yi ,yi
Mamma call to Mary, call to Joe
Call to savior, Pain only mamma know, wo, wo

Mamma's in the kitchen
Mamma start to cry, yi, yi
Mamma's in the kitchen
Throw hands up to the sky, yi, yi, yi, yi
Hands up to the sky
Pray Mamma





What Ever It Is   (You Can't Smoke It Here)         Written by M. Casella                  Back To The Top



(words & music by Mario Casella copyright 2011)

He said "I found on the roadside"
In a big paper sack (a)
He said I threw it in the car
And I never looked back
He say it looks like an herb
Kinda' leafy and green
She say it smells kinda funny
He say I see what you mean

(Chorus)
She say it looks bad, Whatever It Is
Yea ,and it smells bad, I think it's making me tear
I bet it taste bad, I'm tellin' ya' dear
You can light it anywhere, but you can't light it here

He said Well maybe we can sell it
Probably ain't worth much
She say now who gonna buy it
Probably have to be nuts
He say well maybe we can eat it
You know, and put it in a sauce
She say now listen here sucker
Let me tell you who's boss

(Chorus) 2
She say it looks badd, whatever it is
Yea, and it smells bad, I think it's makin me tear
I bet it taste bad,I'm tellin' ya dear
You can Smoke it anywhere but you can't Smoke it here

He say let's put it on some paper
And spread it out long
You know it comes from our maker
He wouldn't steer us wrong
She say well do as you please
But I'm tellin' you now
It gonna bring us to trouble
She say I know it somehow

(Chorus)
She say "It looks bad, Whatever It Is" ?
Yea and It smells bad, I think it's makin' me tear
Probably taste bad, I'm tellin' ya' dear
You can smoke it anywhere, but you can't smoke it here





I Wanna Know         Written by M. Casella                                                  Back To The Top



Written by Mario Casella

Every time I see ya girl I wanna kiss ya
Every time I kiss ya girl I wanna touch ya
Every time I touch ya girl I wanna love ya

(Chorus)
But I wanna Know,
Do you love me
Oh and do ya want me
Oh I gotta know

'Cause one time you left me
For a two time looser
And the three of us can't figure what for

'Cause everybody knows me girl how much I need ya
Give ya everything I own and never cheat ya
I'm bendin' over backwards girl tryin' to please ya

(Chorus)
Words gettin' out you've been seen around
Playin' me for a fool
Tell me if it's true, baby let me know
I don't even know if I'm up or down

If you really want me girl come on and tell me
Don't keep me in suspense girl come on and tell me
If it's gonna kill me girl come on and tell me
'Cause I gotta know
Oh do you love me
Oh and do you need me
Oh I gotta know, I gotta know





Harbor Heart         Written by M. Casella                                                  Back To The Top



Written by: M. Casella

Salty sea breeze caress my face
I've never known a finer place
Warm red sunset come lay me down
Laughin' sea bird be the only sound

(Chorus)
When I'm home,
I don't wanna roam no more
When I'm home '
With my harbor heart

Sandy Hook, Barnegat Bay
Ol' fish boat swayin' just makin' her way
Cold is the water that carries her fait
Pray she gonna come home at the end of her day

(Chorus)
Fog, and a light house can't you hear that horn blow
Long in the distance miles from shore,
Tired captain just makin' his way
Bringin' home his worries, and a fisherman's pay

(Chorus)



Hey Angel         Written by M. Casella                                                          Back To The Top



I saw an angel, she never said a word
I was waiting for her to tell me something I ain't heard
She just stood there, somber as the desert night
A thousand questions I had on my mind
A thousand answers I could never find
I was hoping for a clearer sign…..

Hey, Angel don't leave me here tonight
Hey Angel, it's dark and I need the light

I felt something stirin' deep inside my soul
It was something that I could touch but I could never hold
Then she smiled, and I thought maybe I would be alright
Can I follow you to Kingdom come?
Is my Fathers work nearly done?
Am I really His wayward son?
Hey, Hey

Hey Angel, don't leave me here tonight
Hey Angel, It's dark and I need the light
Hey, hey Angel, say I'm gonna be alright
Hey, hey Angel, can you lend me a guiding light?

I saw an angel . . .        She never said a word



 
 
                       
 
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