LORRAINE FEATHER Oh yeah baby…just me.

SUCH SWEET THUNDER— Shiny brass blinds my eyes, MUSIC OF THE My deepest needs arise. DUKE ELLINGTON ORCHESTRA You stole my heart and Tossed it into your hi-hat. RHYTHM, GO ʻWAY What could hurt as good as that? (based on “Such Sweet Thunder,” from The Shakespearean Suite Rhythm, go ʻway! by Duke Ellington Iʼm helpless each time you play. and Billy Strayhorn) Baby won't you let go my body? Lyrics by Lorraine Feather Iʼll make my getaway.

Rhythm, go ʻway! Rhythm wonʼt you go away, Iʼm helpless each time you play. ʻWay from me? Let go my body, Iʼll make my getaway. THE 101 (based on “Suburbanite” Lately it seems by Duke Ellington) You dog my dreams Lyrics by Lorraine Feather [Band sings: All night long]. Youʼre the kind whoʼll do me wrong, Woe is today, All right, My man went away. Take me where I donʼt want to be. He split from the Bay on the 101. Soon as I knew, Iʼm just a poor hapless hausfrau I jumped in the Buick, Tangled in your snare. Really and truly undone, You donʼt rush and you never drag. Those other rhythms only pound away. And now Iʼm driving down the 101. From what I hear, thatʼs not your bag, Hope to be arriving Oh no baby…not you. Wherever he is on the 101.

Thereʼs no moon out tonight. Bottleneckinʼ in Gilroy, My pesky driveway light (Met my baby in Gilroy), Keeps going on and off Whatʼs the cause of this holdup? On two and four. Gotta race, gotta roll, gotta ride. Man, I canʼt stand it anymore. I gotta move it, keepinʼ an eye out. Rhythm, go ʻway! Beinʼ without him ainʼt no fun. I lose it each time you play, Why did he fly out, Feel my composure Make a beeline down the 101? Gradually slip away. Somewhere in Salinas, Rocks in my bed, Found what was between us. Youʼre in my head. Bulls-eyed by Cupidʼs arrow, Sittinʼ by the lake in Atascadero. Here in the hills of Encino, Memʼries crowd the halls. Fell for a smile My man left and my kids are grown. Wide as a mile, I hear the beat and once again Warm as the California sun, Iʼm bumpinʼ and a-grindinʼ here alone. Started to feel That this was the real deal, 1

A pretty fairytale, just begun. Lyrics by Lorraine Feather

Iʼm haulinʼ on the 101, Can I call you Sugar, My heart is callinʼ, Sweetie pie, Honeybun? Callinʼ me down, down, down. Youʼre the one. Can I let you know? Couple miles till Buellton. Decent coffee in Buellton. Can we walk Even though I could use a cup, Through true loveʼs Gotta race gotta roll gotta ride. Tangled wood, Meet the bad Now and again, Iʼm sure I can see it, With the good? A little ragtop born to run. Do you want to go? No that canʼt be it, Do you want to go? Itʼs a grey-haired lady on the 101. Say I called you Sugar, Right here in Goleta, Would your hair stand on end? We each had chili and a margarita. Iʼm a friend Gettinʼ antsy in this car, Filled with hope and doubt. And the radioʼs only gettinʼ MOR. Would you mock me, Would you rock me, ʻNother mile to Ojai. Would you lock me right out? Heʼs got a mother in Ojai. Though I know I should stop by, Let me say it just one time: Once she told him that I was a tramp. Sugar, my sugar.

Iʼm so damn crazy about him. Iʼm shivering by the fire, Iʼve had no reason to doubt him. Outside the wind is wailing, Donʼt want to ride on without him now. Sugar, woo, woo, my sugar.

Catchinʼ sight of that deep blue sea... I want you bad, but How it always thrills me. Sadly, I canʼt insist. Someday we will swim there again; Once out on the beach, As the sun dips down Iʼm wondering You buttoned up my overcoat. when. It seemed as though we almost kissed.

Hold on baby Oh…oh… Iʼm drivinʼ, drivinʼ! Donʼt crowd me, man If I called you, Sugar, Not while Iʼm drivinʼ. Rang you up late at night, Thinkinʼ we might Beat my best time on the 101, Linger on the phone, But canʼt say Iʼm happy I made that drive. Would you say “Oh hi,” Seems that my baby That special way, Was goinʼ flat out on the 5. Subtly telling me You were all alone? CAN I CALL YOU SUGAR (based on “Sugar Rum Cherry,” Wonʼt you call me Sugar, from The Nutcracker Suite Sweetie pie, darling or Mi Amor? by Duke Ellington Even Dear would do, and Billy Strayhorn) Any way to 2

Somehow say you The way she never did before, Feel itʼs okay to love you. And he can do the Macarena, Fly most any type of plane, a One more time: Truly Renaissance imaginary guy. Sugar, oh my sugar, Let me say it, Got a great big heart, Let me say it, And a small tattoo, Say it. Just her name in blue. Heʼs a thoughtful sort, IMAGINARY GUY Fond of books and art, (Based on “Dancers In Love,” With a high IQ, from The Perfume Suite And a cute butt too. by Duke Ellington and Billy Strayhorn) He knows the way Lyrics by Lorraine Feather She needs to feel. Donʼt ever say She is alone but never lonely, He isnʼt real. Sheʼs made up a one and only, Look at her glow— Sheʼs in love with an imaginary guy. She loves him so. Surpassing any actuality, “Sorry ladies, Iʼve got to miss happy Thereʼs nothinʼ half as nice as beinʼ hour.” Home with her imaginary guy. Got a sense of style, Heʼs always curious to hear about her Yet he doesnʼt preen. day, Sports a drop-dead smile, And deeply interested in what she has to Keeps the kitchen clean (very nice)! say. He makes a heck of a martini, Heʼs a tender soul, Heʼs a hunk and heʼs a genius, Kind to kids and cats, A fabulous imaginary guy. Seldom holds a grudge After minor spats, When each new romance came to grief, She cast about for some relief. Better by half The world of dating filled her with Than men she knew. despair. I wouldnʼt laugh, “Hey I love ya baby, see ya.” If I were you. Married, whiny, mean or dim, Look in her eyes Another one who wasnʼt him. As she replies, A few bad years and it grew hard to “No I donʼt want to meet that podiatrist, care, No, no, no, no, no, no.” Then she got the bright idea, She is alone but never lonely. And she hooked up with the creation Sheʼs made up a one and only. Of her keen imagination, Though it is a bit extraordinary, Her adorable imaginary guy. I can tell the girl is very No need to rattle off her history Sure of whom she ought to marry, To yet another mister, she Itʼs her own imaginary guy. Could hang with her imaginary guy. SEPTEMBER RAIN He makes her laugh (Based on “Chelsea Bridge” Until sheʼs rolling on the floor, by Billy Strayhorn) He makes her moan Lyrics by Lorraine Feather 3

Lyrics by Lorraine Feather We've been waiting for a September rain, You feel powerless, To clear the air again, Your dreams gone sour—guess Week in, week out, waiting. Youʼre ʼbout as blue as you could be, Eyes all swollen. We've been listening for the slightest Honey someoneʼs stolen breeze Your tenacity. Among the thirsty trees, Hey, donʼt look at me. Hillsides, valleys, list'ning. You think maybe Every avenue in town's looking Youʼre a great big baby. Dusty and brown. Well at times Iʼm sure we need to be, We wander with a summer malaise, Donʼt lose sight of your, Hoping soon to leave far behind us Recall the might of your tenacity. Troubled nights, and these feverish days. Slowly swaying in the undertow, Donʼt give way or down youʼll go. We've been waiting for a September No! rain, To cool the earth again, Forge ahead, Morning, evening, waiting. Come on, get out the lead, Remember what you said Will it ever end, this summer? When it was me, Everyone I know here And you went on at length Is dreaming of a rainy cool November, About the awesome strength of pure And it's true, tenacity. When a chill's in the air, you are More inclined to fall in love with It was last year, someone. Early July, Oh my body feels so heavy, My life was swell, Waiting all alone here, Things were going so well, I can't escape a fiery sun that Till they went straight to hell. Pours down on the land. The grass is crumbling beneath my As we sat here, hand. Gaped at the sky, You spoke of the champions Not a swallow in the sky, Who braved more than I. Theyʼre too lazy to fly. Time passes in a strange, languid way. Frida Kahlo and that trolley car, Thereʼs a road that meets the horizon, Barbara Walters and her “R.” But itʼs too hot for travʼlin today. Canʼt stop a star.

We've been waiting for a September Thatʼs when you said, rain, Remember our capacity To cool the earth again, To make lemons into lemonade Morning, evening, Through our tenacity. Waiting for a late September rain. Darling, TENACITY Come and look at these photos. (based on “Rexatious” by Rex Theyʼre from Voyager One. Stewart) Arenʼt they a trip? 4

Hereʼs the famous shot On our lovely backwater town. It took the day When it was several billion miles away. Youʼll be headinʼ to the beach Gee, arenʼt we tiny?! In a beat-up Ford. Yes, I do have a point. Iʼll be runninʼ for a seat Itʼs got something to do with perspective. On the water board. Weʼll be seeinʼ to a need Earth from heaven is a pale blue dot. Weʼve so long ignored, One small problemʼs all youʼve got . To have the postman know our name, To play a mellower game. A mere nothing, Scarcely seen, Someday, ridinʼ on a bike, As a tiny blip When Iʼm old but strong, On the radar screen Couple scruffy little dogs tagginʼ right Of the mothership along, Weʼve all come to know Iʼll be thinkinʼ of a time As your tenacity. Wouldʼve seemed so wrong Yeah, yeah, oh yeah. To tend my garden for a year And just forget my career. Tossed about by fortuneʼs undertow, Donʼt black out or down youʼll go. Well, beinʼ in the swim has been swell, And I ʻspose you never can tell, Flail away, We may find we hunger for Itʼll be more than okay, Racy clubs and conference calls, So be the force of nature you can be! And shopping at more fashionable malls. Donʼt lose sight of your, Recall the might of your tenacity. Roll the dice and never think twice. Thereʼs a stronger hunger deep down BACKWATER TOWN For our lovely backwater town. (based on “Suburban Beauty” by Duke Ellington) Youʼll be headinʼ to the beach Lyrics by Lorraine Feather In a beat-up Ford. Iʼll be runninʼ for a seat Say, canʼt believe weʼre moving away On the water board. To a quiet burg by the bay. Weʼll be seeinʼ to a need Fingers crossed, weʼre leaving today Weʼve so long ignored, For that backwater town. To have the postman know our name, To play a mellower game. We keep imagining how it will be, When tonight weʼre turning the key Someday, ridinʼ on a bike, Of our cottage close to the sea. When Iʼm old but strong, Couple scruffy little dogs tagginʼ right Guess itʼs goodbye, along, Old apartment up in the sky. Iʼll be thinkinʼ of a time Gonna spend this Fourth of July Wouldʼve seemed so wrong, At the little harbor where To tend my garden for a year Magic truly does exist, And just forget my career When fireworks are Bursting through the mist. Such a cute and cozy little backwater town, Gonna stand there holding your hand, Such a cute and cozy little backwater While the colors gently rain down town. 5

I love it, I love it, Sometimes I find I love it so. That peaceful kingdom.

A PEACEFUL KINGDOM (based on “On a Turquoise Cloud” LOVELY CREATURES by Duke Ellington (based on “Night Creature: and Lawrence Brown) Second Movement” Lyrics, Lorraine Feather by Duke Ellington) Lyrics by Lorraine Feather Right past the clouds, I try and see, Lovely creatures line the ballroom wall. Hope there might be Donʼt you wish that you could have them A peaceful kingdom. all? Those these days youʼre always on the I saw the painting back when I was a prowl, child, Friday nightʼs your night to howl As did we all, And how youʼre howlinʼ…howlinʼ, Lion and lamb, Bent on provinʼ that your heartʼs long Resting together in the shade of a tree, gone, Blissfully unaware of Provinʼ that your heartʼs long gone. How life has to be, Full of cruelty, as well as the good. Streets are slick, the hourʼs way too late. Lovely creatures mumble What if we could “Want a date?” Open a door, Youʼve got looks and bucks, Find we were standing And yet these blues On that peaceable shore, Seem to stick to you Somewhere the innocent Like gum to shoes. Would suffer no more, Not anymore? You canʼt live off the tender beginnings of each love affair, Down here, Once you look inside, Weʼve come to fear And you discover that thereʼs someone Thereʼs darkness everywhere, there More than any heart should bear. Who ainʼt goinʼ anywhere. We soldier on, Wondering why. Lovely creatures line the ballroom wall. We search the empty sky. Nights like this, you fear youʼve had them all. But now and then, Long lost raptures have become a blur. I catch a glimpse of heaven, Rain is darkening your Burberry. Almost afraid to believe it. You hurry, hurry, Suddenly glad you left the lamplight on, There is a place Glad you left the lamplight on. Where all are sheltered In compassion and grace. ANTARCTICA I know itʼs true, because Iʼve looked at your face (based on “The Ricitic” And seen it shining. by Duke Ellington) Lyrics by Lorraine Feather Bright in your eyes, Deep in my mind, I chased you from these arid parts. 6

The base is dead without you here. For me it was No one to tease, or beat at darts. A fly-by, I cried all night—thatʼs half a year. A fly-by.

Now, with the sun rising, MIGHTY LIKE THE BLUES Red parkas mass at the station. Music by Leonard Feather Surely you loved me, but Lyrics by Leonard Feather Somehow itʼs poor compensation. and Lorraine Feather

I made you leave Antarctica. What is this strange sensation Now Happy Hour is always blue . Coming over me? I like to think you miss our home, I feel as low as a weeping willow tree, The Disco parties in the Dome, And I believe I know But do you? What the trouble must be.

I stare at the sliding ice Got a funny feeling Through the yellowish gloom, From my head down to my shoes. Trying to call up our first brief tryst Donʼt know what to call it, In the radio room. But itʼs mighty like the blues. Want somebodyʼs friendship, Clearly you chafed at And it just donʼt matter whose. The more static role Anyone can cheer you Assigned to When youʼre lonesome with the blues. Support personnel. Oh, I knew you so well. I was full of the joy of spring, Now Iʼve lost my faith in everything. Used to call me Canʼt believe youʼre gone, Your precious little cormorant. But still Iʼm gonna spread the news, Iʼd erase your last message , Iʼm through with love forever But find I canʼt. ʻCause itʼs mighty like the blues.

Why did you leave Antarctica? Though the way you cheated I wonʼt pretend that I donʼt know. Wasnʼt easy to excuse, Iʼve wished upon a ruby star In your eyes was something That youʼd return, That looked mighty like the blues. But still you are Time was soon to show me, A no-show. It was all a clever ruse. No one but yours truly, When you grew close, I pulled away. Ever really had the blues. You said I wore a haughty look, Too seldom loose and in the mood, Iʼll get out there, but who knows when. Fretting about my wretched book. I donʼt want to feel this pain again. Romance is a game Crustaceous lichens are That leaves you crazy when you lose, Not on my mind quite as often. Haunted by a long song, Ooh, you thought me frosty, but And the song you hear I was beginning to soften. Is mighty like the blues, The blues. I made you leave Antarctica. Honest to God, I donʼt know why. Itʼs hurting all the more because I know you thought 7