BILL LLOYD / BOY KING OF TOKYO
CREDITS
Whole In One Record (2012)
all songs written and performed by Bill Lloyd published by Fourel Songs BMI (admin.by BMG/CHRYSALIS)
vocals / drums & percussion / bass/ keyboards /
and all stringed things were sung & played by Bill
Recorded and mixed by: Scott Baggett (1)
Jonathan Bright(2) Jamie Hoover (3)
Recorded by Steve Alllen and mixed by Steve Marcantonio (4)
Recorded by Marc Owens and mixed by Glenn Rosenstein (5a)
Recorded by Eli Shaw and Glenn Rosenstein
and mixed by Glenn Rosenstein (5b)
Recorded and mixed by Glenn Rosentstein (5c)
Mastered by Jim DeMain at Yes Master
Album design by Keith Brogdon for Thinking Out Loud Design
Photos courtesy of Betty
Legal: Sawnie Aldredge, Esq.
Contact and information
billlloydmusic.net
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With special note on the instrumental tracks
Doc's Box #1 and Chet's Right Hand, Man;
Both were written with the aid of actually playing Doc Watson's Gallagher guitar and Chet Atkins Guild 6120 which I had such fortunate access to while working at the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum in their archives.
LYRICS
The Boy King Of Tokyo
CH #1 I was a big surprise to the bride and groom
When I set up shop in my mothers womb
From a tiny seed..I began to grow
Into the Boy King of Tokyo
V1I was a Gai Jin brat with diplomatic poise to spare
When I hit the streets all the Japanese would point and stare
I’d say chotto mate kudusai when I picked up the phone
Who were they were talking to?
Didn’t they know? I was the Boy King of Tokyo
V2Mom and dad..the occupying forces in my mind
From Pershing Heights to Ueno Park they aired me out sometimes
It was post war to post-partum I suppose
But that’s the way the story goes
They abdicated the throne
To The Boy King of Tokyo
CH #2
I was a big surprise to the bride and groom
When I set up shop in my mothers womb
But once I incubated I hit the road
To become the Boy King of Tokyo
BR
Godzilla faced unfriendly fire and I was forced to wear wooden shoes.. I may have been young.. but I had the blues
V3
When it was time to head back
to the states, my kingdom fell
If my subjects had to be consoled I couldn’t tell
If I choose to believe the story I was later told
They all lined up along the road..before the rising sun rose
Waving off The Boy King Of Tokyo
CH #3
I was a big surprise to the bride and groom
When I set up shop in my mothers womb
All the details lost of a life unknown
The Boy King of Tokyo
Bill Lloyd Fourel MusicBMI administered by BMG/CHRYSALIS
BUY ON CREDIT
I didn't try .. I just phoned it in Calling for salvation
A voice came on the line to say Some other time
If I could only take those minutes back I'd like to dial your number
Using some old rotary phone of a grand design
But it's hard when it's hard
and you learn how to accept it
And it's fine when it's not
Because they let you by on credit
You've been as silent as a sleeper cell somewhere in Manhattan
Planning-plotting-waiting for my heart to be overthrown
I can't tell you I'm not coming back I know you'll never listen
Like getting paged by the KKK on the white courtesy phone
We went down like a dream
But we don't know where it's headed
But we always get by
Because they let us by on credit
In the back room of my grandma's house we had to be so quiet
it wasn't easy with the china set perched on the wall
we caught a creep show showing late one night
We were channel surfing
albino zombie with a rat tattoo.. seemed to say it all
When we talked to ourselves
we we're happy that we said it
I'm just feeding you lines
but you let me Buy On Credit
Bill Lloyd Fourel Songs BMI adm. By BMG/CHRYSALIS
Let It Slide
V1
Nothing seems to please you
So you Let It Slide.. Let It Slide
Take two more of these , you’ll..
Let It Slide ..yeah, you’ll Let It Slide away
What you thought was so important yesterday
Looks smaller in the brighter light of day
V2
Feel the pressure rising
But you Let It Slide..Let It Slide
Futures need downsizing
So you Let It Slide.. just Let It Slide away
You can climb down from the perch
from where you reigned
Now it’s back to earth and nothing is the same
( instrumental section and solo in G )
BR I had a case of the Mondays..that lasted a year
Then I epiphanied one day..and it all became clear..
V3
Every kingdom crumbles
And we Let It Slide..we Let It Slide
History keeps us humble
So we Let It Slide..we Let It Slide away..
‘til there‚s no one left to give the run around
And those mile-high dreams fall all the way back down
Bill Lloyd Fourel Songs BMI administered by BMG/CHRYSALIS
We Got The Moon
We got the moon upended lying on it’s back
Looks like the shell of an egg
that’s been already cracked
Or like a cup that’s gonna catch the stars
that fall too soon
Looky here.. We Got The Moon
We got the cool breeze blowing
through your hair tonight
May be a good excuse so I can hold you tight
But no matter what I want it’s gonna end too soon
But until it does, We Got The Moon
We Got The Moon We got the moment
It lends itself to drastic measures don’t it
It’s got the power to move the tides
Just imagine what it does to your insides
Like pouring pop over a battery that’s dead and gone
That silver light will flip the switch that turns us on
Make a wallflower dance across a crowded room
It’s the power of love We Got the Moon
(repeat chorus)
We got a beautiful sky all lit up to see
the full effect of the gravity
We can bathe in the glow while the night is in bloom
At least for awhile We Got the Moon
Com-Trol
V1
We took turns with the bong and driving the van
I wrote songs .. the band got a deal
And everyone said we were keeping it real
It was real.. real fun
But then the fun part came undone
CH
Because I sing for Com-trol Communications
They bought out my contract when my agent was off on vacation
Now every line that I sing
Or anytime that you feel anything
Comes from a piece of my soul
and courtesy of Com-Troll
V2
Here’s a song I wrote for my mom
But now it’s a jingle .. so please sing along
They took out the part where she died
Now this song’s about chicken..battered and fried
I could quit.. so they say
But Mom liked her chicken
and the band still likes to get paid
CH#2
So now I sing for Com-Trol Communications
They own every note that I wrote and every radio station
It’s just a piece of my soul that’s brought to you by Con-Trol
It’s a little piece of my soul that’s brought to you by Con-Trol
(Com-Trol Communications is a division of the Poly-Sony-Warner Universal Entertainment Corporation in conjunction with Haliburton, the Council on Foreign Relations and the Federal World Reserve)
Bill Lloyd
Fourel Songs BMI administered by BMG/CHRYSALIS
Home Jeeves
CH
Home Jeeves Home Jeeves
Jeeves take me home
She’s perched on her barstool
like a queen on her throne
And all the dogs are linin’ up to
make her their own
Home Jeeves Home Jeeves
Jeeves take me home
V1
Now when you step on the gas
Make sure that I’m here
Don’t head me off at the pass
Until it’s perfectly clear
I’m damn ready to go
Even if I’m already gone
I don’t care if you know
The kind of trip that we’re on
(repeat chorus)
V2
She was my queen
Back when I had the brass ring
But then she turned mean
When I lost everything
Now she rules the night
And she never comes home
It’s not worth the fight
When you’re just there all alone
(repeat chorus) Bill Lloyd Fourel Music BMI (admin.BMG/CHRYSALIS
Doc’s Box#1 (inst)
The Best Record Ever Made
CH Naaa-na-na-na-na na Naa-Naa Naa-Naa X 2
V1
The Best Record Ever Made
Forced you to jump up out of your chair
Swing your arms around like a maniac,
Play the guitar. Grow your hair.
The Best Record Ever Made Made you want to turn up to ten
And then you’d play it over and over and over again
You’d never want it to ( end )
CH (repeat CH)
V2
The Best Record Ever Made Made you feel like life was a breeze
The world might get cold But you were climate controlled
in a song set at sixty-eight degrees
Sixty eight or sixty nine Those years weren’t just a moment in time
Cos’ I can go back in snap to a feeling sublime
When I start singing..
CH (repeat CH)
BR
And when the needle started making it’s way back to the middle
and I’m lying there in my bed
If I still hear the song in my head even after the fade..
it was The Best Record Ever Made
INST BIT/BREAKDOWN
V3
The Best Record Ever Made Made me feel like life is a song
And it might be fun if I could write one of my own..
so I could sing along
CH out
Up In the Air
V1
Up In the Air It’s all Up In the Air
What comes next? Take your best guess
It’s Up In the Air All Up In the Air
What’s the plan? Nothing to stand on
CH #1
Whle precious hours drift away
Lean back, leave it for another day
V2
Up In the Air It’s all Up In the Air
We’re like clouds.. Drifting ‘round.. We’re
Up In the Air All Up In the Air
So we wait Speculating
CH #2
Why these wayward sheep without a herd
Just don’t grow some wings
Start flying like the birds... Up In the Air
Solo
V3
Up In the Air It’s all Up In the Air
Can’t decide..thoughts collide
Up In the Air We’re all Up In the Air
Down which road, no one knows
The next move anyone might take will be
A surprise..especially to me
Bill Lloyd Fourel Songs BMI Administered by BMG/CHRYSALIS
The Fix Is In
V1
What you got cookin’ in that pretty little head?
Some kind of notion you can make a stand
Wade too deep, you could wind up dead
When the water starts risin’..you’ll want dry land
You’re better off stickin’ to the shallow end..
Forget about it now The Fix Is In
V2
I see you out there with your homemade sign
Hopin’ that the tv’s gonna’ put you on
They take their orders like the rest of their kind
That opportunity has come and gone
We make the rules.. we run the spin
Nothin’ you can do when The Fix Is In
BR
It’s a bitter pill you got to swallow
Grab a few and share ‘em with your friends
Tell ‘em it was never really worth the bother
When you finally find out.. (when you finally find out)..
When you finally find out.. The Fix Is In
V3
Speed bumps never seem to slow you down
Well, baby, get ready for a bumpy ride
You’re gonna’ wish you’d stayed underground
Or got a little smarter and joined our side
Learn to pick a team that’s gonna’ play to win
This game is over now The Fix Is In
In-dup-it-ab-ly
Every time you question me
The answer should be plain to see
Do I love you eternally?
In-dup-it In-dup-it In-dup-it-ab-ly
When you look at me across the couch
With eyes that still hold shreds of doubt
Don’t I always reassure my sweet?
In-dup-it In-dup-it In-dup-it-ab-ly
Indubitably
That’s one more step past what is obviously
A trusted fact that is undoubtedly
Five syllables worth of reality
Every time you’re in the dark
It’s like you’re reaching for a question mark
Is this love something we can keep?
In-dup-it In-dup-it In-dup-it-ab-ly
Solo
Indubitably
That’s one more step past what is obviously
A trusted fact that is undoubtedly
Five syllables worth of reality
So..
Each time that you question me
The answer should be plain to see
Do I love you eternally?
In-dup-it In-dup-it In-dup-it In-dup-it
In-dup-it In-dup-it In-dup-it-ab-ly
Bill Lloyd Fourel Songs BMI adm. By BMG/CHRYSALIS
Chet’s Right Hand, Man (inst) (2)
Where Nobody Cares At All
V1
Undeserving of a second chance
You couldn’t keep your dick in your pants
You got a visa and you moved to France
Where Nobody Cares At All
V2
Broken promises you can’t erase
The non-stop guilt, the shame on your face
You’re gonna’ take it to some other place
Where Nobody Cares At All
BR#1
But what if she calls
And finds some spare forgiveness in her heart?
When the longer you’re apart Makes your pain a work of art
The needles and pins
Only a prick would feel like he’s the voodoo doll
But where you want to be is Where Nobody Cares At All
(whistle solo)
BR#2
Maybe you’ll change And face up to facts of what you’ve done
Your first choice was to run..and the rest aren’t any fun
There’s still a chance to clean your Karma before you hit the wall
And end up in that place Where Nobody Cares At All
V3
Close your eyes and open up the map
Jab your finger down with a smack
A destination with no welcome mat
Where nobody cares, nobody cares,
Where Nobody Cares At All
Bill Lloyd / Fourel Songs / BMI / administered by BMG/CHRYSALIS
Mistakes Were Made
CH
Mistakes Were Made That’s all I can say
Instead of drowning in the details
I do my best to let ‘em float away
At the end of the day
Forgive myself and head for higher ground
Mistakes Were Made.. (don’t look down)
V1
I could easily hate myself for an eternity
Over all the things I wished I’d never said
But that’s just one more layer of stupidity
I’ll try and strip away before I’m dead
CH repeat chorus
V2
The guilty parties rage until the morning
When sleepless eyes roll back into their skulls
I led the pack until someone gave a warning
“(Hey) Don’t leave it up to me to check your pulse”
Just play guitar.. (SOLO)
V3
Learning how to love me can’t be easy
At least that’s what I’ve learned to tell myself
But to find the truest path around this misery
I’ll learn to love like I’m somebody else
CH #3
Mistakes were made That’s all I can say
Instead of drowning in the details
I do my best to let ‘em float away
Hey, it’s okay
Just forgive yourself and head for higher ground
Mistakes are made But don’t look down
Mistakes Were Made..don’t look down
Bill Lloyd Fourel Songs BMI administered by BMG/CHRYSALIS