MIGRATION

by DONALD McCREA

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about

DONALD McCREA is a San Francisco
songwriter, photographer, and author.

MIGRATION explores America
through music and photography.
the tracks are for sale on iTUNES.

check out the 20 MIGRATION VIDEOS,
on my site, YOUTUBE, VIMEO,
and REVERBNATION.

the photography book
that i produced for this project:
"MIGRATION / lost and found in america"
was published by MWP.
the book features the images
of sixteen photographers
who document America.
available on AMAZON.

www.donaldmccrea.com
www.reverbnation.com/donaldmccrea

MERRY MELODIES FOR MOROSE MALCONTENTS.

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released March 15, 2014

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DONALD McCREA San Francisco, California

DONALD McCREA is a San Francisco
songwriter, photographer, and author.

MIGRATION explores America
through music and photography.

new tracks and 14 VIDEOS are now online at:
www.donaldmccrea.com
www.reverbnation.com/donaldmccrea

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Track Name: COYOTE FROM CENTRAL PARK
COYOTE FROM CENTRAL PARK
donald mccrea
©2015 mechanical arts/bmi
 
CAME ACROSS THE G.W.B.
LAST NIGHT ABOUT THE HOUR OF THREE,
JUST ANOTHER WEARY IMMIGRANT,
YEARNING TO BE FREE.
 
NOSED AROUND CHINATOWN,
SEARCHING FOR SOME SCRAPS.
FOUND A PARK IN THE VILLAGE,
AND STOPPED THERE FOR A NAP.
 
STANDING IN TIMES SQUARE,
STARING AT THE NEON LIGHTS.
HAD TO DODGE A GYPSY CAB,
RACING THROUGH THE NIGHT.
 
FOLLOWED A LADY UP
PARK AVENUE,
IN HER CHINCHILLA COAT,
WITH LEOPARD PANTS,
AND A ZEBRA SCARF AROUND HER THROAT.
 
I’M THE COYOTE FROM CENTRAL PARK,
AND I’M ONLY PASSING THROUGH.
WHILE GERSHWIN PLAYS THE OPENING THEME
FROM RHAPSODY IN BLUE.
 
OUT IN FRONT OF THE PLAZA,
HANSOM CABS WAITING FOR A FARE.
THE PERFUME OF WEALTH AND POWER,
LINGERING IN THE AIR.
 
MY APPROACHING SCENT
SPOOKS THE TIRED HORSES.
FOR, EVEN IN HIGH SOCIETY,
THERE ARE GREATER FORCES.
 
BACK BEHIND THE DAKOTA,
RUMMAGING THROUGH THE GARBAGE CANS.
JOHN WAS THE WALRUS,
BUT TONIGHT, I AM THE EGGMAN.
GOO GOOG A CHOO! AHOOOOO!

I’M THE COYOTE FROM CENTRAL PARK,
AND I’M ONLY PASSING THROUGH.
WHILE GERSHWIN PLAYS THE OPENING THEME
FROM RHAPSODY IN BLUE.
 
 
Track Name: THE CALL OF THE WILD
THE CALL OF THE WILD
donald mccrea
©2015 mechanical arts/ bmi

RAISED IN A SLEEPY OLD SOUTHERN TOWN.
NOTHIN’ BUT COTTON FIELDS ALL AROUND.
EVERY TIME THEY’D RING THAT SCHOOLHOUSE BELL,
I’D WANNA RUN THE OTHER WAY,
AND RAISE SOME HELL.

BOUGHT A GUITAR AT AGE THIRTEEN.
STARTED TO HAVE THOSE HONKY TONK DREAMS.
EVEN AT NIGHT LYIN’ IN MY BED,
I COULD HEAR THOSE DRUMS
POUNDING IN MY HEAD.

IT’S THE CALL OF THE WILD.
LIKE THE SOUND OF A FREIGHT TRAIN
PULLIN’ OUT OF TOWN,
AND PICKIN’ UP STEAM.
IT’S THE CALL OF THE WILD.
IF YOU FEEL THAT RHYTHM,
LET IT INTO YOUR HEART,
LET IT INTO YOUR DREAMS.

JOINED MY FIRST LITTLE COUNTRY BAND.
THE WORLD LOOKED DIFFERENT
FROM ON THE BANDSTAND.
EVERY TIME THEY’D GIVE US HALF A CHANCE,
WE WOULD TURN IT UP LOAD,
AND LET THE LITTLE GIRLS DANCE.

ALL WE EVER WANTED TO DO
WAS GET AWAY.
SO WE PACKED UP THE VAN,
AND HEADED ON OUT,
AND WENT ROLLIN’ ON DOWN
THAT LONG HIGHWAY.

WORKIN’ ON THE ROAD,
JUST TO GET SOME KICKS.
PLAYED EVERY TOWN OUT IN THE STICKS.
ROLLIN’ DOWN THE HIGHWAY,
WITH THE RADIO ON,
HANK SINGS THE BLUES
IN THE EARLY DAWN.

IT’S THE CALL OF THE WILD.
LIKE THE CRY OF A LONELY WOLF
CALLIN’ TO HIS MATE
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.
THE CALL OF THE WILD.
IF YOU FEEL THAT RHYTHM,
LET IT INTO YOUR HEART,
AND EVERYTHING’S ALL RIGHT.
Track Name: ONE WORLD
ONE WORLD
donald mccrea
©2015 mechanical arts/bmi

WE'RE TRIBAL, AND WE'RE GLOBAL.
WE'RE PETTY, AND WE'RE NOBLE.
WE'RE SAVAGE, AND WE'RE SO SOPHISTICATED.
WE'RE STRANGERS, BUT WE'RE RELATED.
WE'RE SISTERS, AND WE'RE BROTHERS.
DON'T YOU THINK IT'S TIME WE LEARNED
TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER?

AND, MAKE IT…
ONE WORLD.
ONE WORLD.
MAKE IT
ONE WORLD.
ONE WORLD.

WE'RE CHRISTIAN, AND WE'RE COMMIE.
WE'RE HINDU, AND ISLAMI.
WE'RE SHINTO, SUFI, AND SIKH.
WE'RE BLACK, BROWN, AND YELLOW,
WE'RE RED AND PINK
WE'RE EVERY COLOR OF THE RAINBOW,
AND WE'RE SEVEN BILLION STRONG.
AND, THERE'S NO EARTHLY REASON WHY
WE CAN'T GET ALONG.

AND, MAKE IT…
ONE WORLD.
ONE WORLD.
MAKE IT
ONE WORLD.
ONE WORLD.

TAKE ALL THE POLITICIANS,
AND PUT 'EM TO WORK!
TAKE ALL THE KINGS AND QUEENS,
AND PUT 'EM TO WORK!
TAKE ALL THE PEOPLE,
AND SET THEM FREE!
SET THEM FREE!
SET THEM FREE!

COME ON, PEOPLE.
STAND UP.
JOIN HANDS.
SPEAK OUT.
MAKE LOVE.
NOT WAR.
BECAUSE LOVE
IS WHAT
WE'RE HERE FOR.
AND MAKE IT
ONE WORLD
ONE WORLD
ONE WORLD.
Track Name: NAKED
NAKED
donald mccrea
©2015 mechanical arts/bmi

YOU CAN WEAR A SUIT
AND YOU CAN WEAR A TIE,
BUT YOU'RE NAKED WHEN YOU'RE BORN,
AND YOU'RE NAKED WHEN YOU DIE.
IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU WEAR,
IT'S THE LOOK IN YOUR EYE
THAT LEAVES YOU NAKED.
YOU CAN DRESS UP LIKE A WOMAN,
YOU CAN DRESS UP LIKE A MAN,
BUT, THERE'S REALLY NO WAY
YOU CAN FAKE IT.
PEOPLE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE
BY THE WAY THAT YOU STAND,
CUZ YOU'RE NAKED.

YOU CAN WEAR A TUTU,
OR A TEN GALLON HAT.
DRESS IN A DIRTY BATHROBE,
OR A SHINY SILK CRAVAT.
IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU WEAR,
PEOPLE KNOW WHERE YOU'RE AT,
CUZ YOU'RE NAKED.
EVERYTHING YOU'RE THINKIN',
EVERYTHING YOU FEEL,
WHEN YOU'RE TALKIN' TO A LOVER,
OR TRYIN' TO MAKE A DEAL.
THEY ALWAYS KNOW IF YOU'RE A PHONY,
OR IF YOU ARE FOR REAL,
CUZ YOU'RE NAKED.

NAKED.
WE'RE ALL NAKED.
NAKED.
WE'RE ALL NAKED.

YOU CAN WEAR A SUIT OF ARMOR,
OR A PAIR OF BOWLING SHOES.
DRESS UP LIKE A FARMER,
OR A MONK FROM KATHMANDU.
BUT PEOPLE KNOW IF YOU'RE IN BLISS,
OR IF YOU'VE GOT THE BLUES,
CUZ YOU'RE NAKED.
WE'RE AS NAKED AS THE CREATURES
LIVIN' IN THE ZOO.
AS NAKED AS THE DANCER
DOIN' THE HOOCHY KOO
WE'RE AS NAKED AS A JAYBIRD,
AND THERE'S NOTHIN' WE CAN DO,
CUZ WE'RE NAKED.

YOUR TEACHERS,
AND YOUR PREACHERS,
THE JUDGE UPON THE BENCH.
THE DOCTORS,
AND THE LAWYERS,
THE MECHANIC
WITH HIS WRENCH.
THE SOLDIERS,
AND THE SAILORS,
THE BUMS
OUT ON THE STREET.
YOUR MOTHER
AND YOUR FATHER,
AND EVERYONE YOU MEET,
ARE ALL NAKED.
NAKED.
Track Name: MAGIC
MAGIC
donald mccrea
©2015 mechanical arts/bmi

IN A TANK OF WATER,
SUSPENDED UPSIDE DOWN.
SHACKLED BY THESE CHAINS,
TRYING NOT TO DROWN.
I'M A MASTER OF ILLUSION,
AND A MASTER OF DISGUISE.
SO, WHILE I'M UNDERWATER,
YOU CAN'T SEE ME CRY.
CAN'T SEE ME CRY.

FLOATING IN THE SPOTLIGHT,
IN A CLOUD OF DRY ICE.
I'M LEVITATING ABOVE THE TABLE,
IN A TUXEDO SO NEAT AND SO NICE.
BUT, AS THE CURTAIN COMES DOWN,
I FALL BACK TO THE GROUND.
AND, BACKSTAGE IN MY BATHROBE,
I HANG MY HEAD AND PACE AROUND,
JUST PACE AROUND.

I CAN SAW A MARRIAGE IN HALF.
I CAN MAKE A WIFE DISAPPEAR.
BECAUSE THE MAGIC'S ALL GONE,
AND LOVE HAS DISAPPEARED IN THIN AIR.
NO MORE ACES UP MY SLEEVE,
THAT WAS JUST A NASTY OLD HABIT.
NOW, WHEN I REACH INTO MY TOP HAT,
I'VE RUN OUT OF RABBITS,
RUN OUT OF RABBITS.

THE SUN COMES UP EVERY MORNING,
AND, THE MOON SHINES EVERY NIGHT.
I'VE STILL GOT MY HEALTH,
AND I CAN GET AROUND ALL RIGHT.
FLOWERS BLOOMING IN THE YARD,
AND BIRDS ARE SINGING EVERYWHERE.
I BUILT A FENCE TO KEEP OUT THE RABBITS,
AND THERE'S MAGIC IN THE AIR.
MAGIC IN THE AIR.
THERE'S MAGIC,
MAGIC IN THE AIR.
Track Name: MISSISSIPPI
MISSISSIPPI
donald mccrea
©2013 mechanical arts/bmi
 
I FEEL SO BAD,
I COULD FILL THE MISSISSIPPI
FULL OF TEARS.
I FEEL SO BAD,
I COULD FILL THE MISSISSIPPI
FULL OF TEARS.
FOLKS DOWN IN ST. JAMES PARISH
WOULD SAY THEY AIN’T SEEN
NOTHIN’ LIKE IT IN YEARS.
 
SINCE THAT GIRL’S BEEN GONE,
I’VE BEEN OVERFLOWING MY BANKS.
SINCE THAT GIRL’S BEEN GONE,
I’VE BEEN OVERFLOWING MY BANKS.
IF SHE EVER COMES BACK HOME,
EVERYONE IN MEMPHIS
WOULD FALL DOWN ON THEIR KNEES
AND GIVE THANKS.
 
I’VE BEEN CRYIN’ SO LONG,
I FLOODED THE TOWN OF DELACROIX.
I’VE BEEN CRYIN’ SO LONG,
I FLOODED THE TOWN OF DELACROIX.
IF SHE’D JUST BE MY WOMAN,
ALL THOSE WEARY PEOPLE,
WOULD JUMP FOR JOY.
 
RAIN’S COMIN’ DOWN,
AND BEATS A RHYTHM OF MY ROOF.
THAT OLD RAIN’S COMIN’ DOWN,
AND BEATS A RHYTHM ON MY ROOF.
MY HEART IS DROWNIN’
IN A RAGING RIVER THAT’S 100 PROOF.
 
 
Track Name: HEY JOLENE!
HEY JOLENE!
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/bmi

HEY JOLENE,
WHERE YOU GOIN’
WITH THAT CELLPHONE
IN YOUR HAND?
HEY JOLENE,
WHERE YOU GOIN’
WITH THAT CELLPHONE
IN YOUR HAND?
I JUST SHOT MY NEW MOVIE,
AND THE PAPARAZZI
CAUGHT ME FOOLIN’ AROUND
WITH MY LEADING MAN.

HEY JOLENE,
WHERE YOU GOIN’
WITH THAT LAPTOP
IN YOUR HAND?
HEY JOLENE,
WHERE YOU GOIN’
WITH THAT LAPTOP
IN YOUR HAND?
I’M GONNA EMAIL MY AGENT,
AND HAVE HIM SELL
MY CAMEL RANCH
IN AFGHANISTAN.

HEY JOLENE,
WHERE YOU GOIN’
WITH THAT CREDIT CARD
IN YOUR HAND?
HEY JOLENE,
WHERE YOU GOIN’
WITH THAT CREDIT CARD
IN YOUR HAND?
I’M GOIN’ TO THE
HERMES BOUTIQUE
TO BUY THE SAME SCARF
THAT JIMI WORE
ON ELECTRIC LADYLAND.

HEY JOLENE,
WHATCHA GONNA DO?
HEY JOLENE,
TELL ME, WHATCHA GONNA DO?
I’M GOIN’ WHERE
A WOMAN CAN BE FREE.
I’M GONNA JET ON BACK
TO MALIBU.
Track Name: WILD BILL
WILD BILL
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/ bmi

I LEFT A WIFE BACK IN ST. LOUIS.
LEFT THOSE CREATURE COMFORTS BEHIND.
RODE A STAGECOACH ACROSS THE PRAIRIE,
OUT TO DEADWOOD TO SEE WHAT I COULD FIND.

THEY’RE DIGGIN’ GOLD OUT OF THESE BLACK HILLS.
THERE’S GOLD IN THIS ROUGH AND TUMBLE TOWN.
AND WHEN THESE FOOLS AND THAT GOLD ARE PARTED,
I’LL BE HOLDIN’ ALL THE CARDS WHEN THAT DEAL GOES DOWN.

MY NAME IS JAMES, AND I CAN’T BE TAMED.
IF YOU CROSS ME, I WILL SHOOT TO KILL.
I’M A RAMBLER AND A GAMBLER.
I WAS GENERAL CUSTER’S SCOUT.
AND MOST FOLKS KNOW ME AS WILD BILL.
WILD BILL.

I DRINK MY WHISKEY WITH MY LEFT HAND,
ALWAYS KEEP MY RIGHT HAND FREE.
SIT WITH MY BACK AGAINST THE WALL,
DON’T WANT ANYONE SNEAKIN’ UP ON ME.

WHEN PLAYIN’ YOUR HAND IN THE WORLD OF MAN,
BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU’RE TEMPTING FATE.
UP AGAINST A FULL HOUSE, A WILD CARD MIGHT WIN OUT,
AND YOU’RE LEFT HOLDING ACES AND EIGHTS.

MY NAME IS JAMES, THAT’S HOW IT REMAINS
ON THE STONE UP ON BOOT HILL.
I WAS A UNION SOLDIER, I WAS SHERIFF OF ABILENE,
AND MOST FOLKS KNOW ME AS WILD BILL.
WILD BILL.

I LEFT A GRIEVING WIDOW IN ST. LOUIS,
AND I LEFT THIS LEGEND BEHIND.
NOW EVERYTHING’S CHANGED, AND ALL THAT REMAINS
IS MY STORY UP ON THIS SIGN.

MY NAME WAS JAMES, I WAS A FRIEND OF CALAMITY JANE’S,
BACK WHEN THE ONLY LAW WAS THE STRENGTH OF A MAN’S WILL.
I WAS A QUIET MAN WITH A SURE AND STEADY HAND,
AND MOST FOLKS KNEW ME AS WILD BILL.
Track Name: BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET
BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/ bmi
 
HEADIN’ OUT OF MEMPHIS,
WITH THE SETTING SUN.
DRIVIN’ THROUGH THE DELTA,
ON HIGHWAY 61.
THIS FLATHEAD FORD IS KNOCKIN’,
THESE OLD TIRES SING A TUNE,
AND THE COTTONFIELDS GLOW LIKES GHOSTS
IN THE LIGHT OF THE MOON.
AND WE’RE ROLLIN’, WE’RE ROLLIN’…
 
WE’RE GONNA BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,
WITH THE WILD TCHOUPITOULAS AND DR. JOHN.
BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,
WE’RE GONNA PARTY ALL NIGHT LONG.
COME ON! COME ON!
 
ON THE BANKS OF THE BIG MUDDY,
ON A STEAMY SUMMER NIGHT.
BARGES PLY THE RIVER,
AND SWEEP THE SHORES
WITH THEIR SPOTLIGHTS.
ME AND GEORGE DICKEL,
JUST WATCHIN’ THAT RIVER FLOW,
ON DOWN TO NEW ORLEANS,
AND THE GULF OF MEXICO.
AND IT’S ROLLIN’, IT’S ROLLIN’…
 
WE’RE GONNA BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,
WITH LOUIS ARMSTRONG AND SIDNEY BECHET.
BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,
WE’RE GONNA PARTY ‘TIL THE BREAK OF DAY.
 
WE’RE GONNA BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET
WITH ALLEN TOUSSAINT AND FATS DOMINO.
BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,
WE’RE GONNA PARTY,
C’MON, LET’S GO! LET’S GO!
Track Name: MOJAVE
MOJAVE
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/ bmi

THE DRUNKEN MOON
STAGGERS ACROSS THE SKY,
AND CRASHES TO THE GROUND.
AFTER A NIGHT
OF DRINKING MESCAL
IN A MESTIZO BORDER TOWN.
AND, WHILE THE WHIRLING PLANETS
BEAR WITNESS TO THIS SCENE,
I LIE SLUMBERING ON THE SAND,
AND DREAM THE STRANGEST DREAM.

A MIRAGE OF CORONADO
APPEARS IN THE SHIMMERING HEAT,
WITH HIS BAND OF CONQUISTADORS
EXPLORING A GOLDEN STREET.
TO THE SEVEN CITIES OF CIBOLA,
IN SEARCH OF ANCIENT TREASURE,
AND MORE WEALTH
THAN THE ROYAL COURT OF SPAIN
COULD EVER MEASURE.

AND, WHILE I LIE SLEEPING,
IN THIS VALLEY OF JOSHUA TREES,
THE STARS SHINE DOWN
LIKE CASTILIAN SILVER,
ON THE MOJAVE.
ON THE MOJAVE.
Track Name: EL BRAINO NO BUENO
EL BRAINO NO BUENO
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/ bmi

SOUTH OF THE BORDER IN TIJUANA.
TRYING TO IMPORT A KEY OF MARIJUANA.
I GOT BUSTED BY THE FEDERALES.
THEY TOOK MY MONEY, MY MARIJUANA,
AND LOCKED ME IN THE DUNGEON.

IN A HOT COURTROOM IN MEXICALI
MY LAWYER TOOK A SIESTA,
AS THEY THREW THE BOOK AT ME.
THE SOUND OF THEIR LAUGHTER
ECHOED DOWN THE HALLWAY.
SENTENCED TO THE PENATENTURIA
FOR LIFE PLUS MANANA.

EL BRAINO NO BUENO.
DONDE ESTA EL BANO, POR FAVOR?
EL BRAINO NO BUENO.
VAYA CON DIABLO, SENOR.

AFTER YEARS OF HARD LABOR,
WITH NO MARGARITAS.
I ESCAPED THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS
WITH THE HELP OF JUANITA.
IN A SHACK ON THE PLAYA
IN TODOS SANTOS.
NOW WE SPEND OUR DAYS
LOST IN A HAZE, AND WE SAY…
Track Name: WADDY
WADDY
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/ bmi

I'M AN OLD WADDY,
SORE FROM THE SADDLE.
DRIVIN' THEM DOGGIES ALONG.
ACROSS THE RED RIVER,
THROUGH THE PANHANDLE,
SINGIN' THIS SAD COWBOY SONG.

THE TRAIL'S HOT AND DUSTY.
THE CATTLE ARE BAWLIN'.
THE SUN'S SINKIN' LOW IN THE WEST.
AT NIGHT BY THE CAMPFIRE,
COYOTES ARE CALLIN'.
I KEEP YOUR PICTURE IN MY VEST.
Track Name: BEBOPBEAT
BEBOPBEAT
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/bmi
 
NEVER WORK FROM 9 TO 5,
OR BUY INTO THAT BOURGEOIS JIVE.
NEVER WEAR A SUIT AND TIE,
AND WORK IN A CUBICLE
UNTIL YOU DIE.
 
NEVER SHINE THOSE
FLORSHEIM SHOES.
DON’T PAY TAX
OR UNION DUES.
DON’T START A
NUCLEAR FAMILY.
JUST KEEP IT REAL,
AND KEEP IT FREE.
 
BEBOPBEAT,
CAN YOU DIG IT?
DIG IT!
BEBOPBEAT,
CAN YOU DIG IT?
DIG IT!
 
NO MADRAS SHIRTS,
OR FLAT TOP  HAIR.
NO RIN TIN TIN,
OR YOGI BEAR.
NO SHAG CARPETS
WALL TO  WALL.
NO GOLF CLUBS,
OR BOWLING BALLS.
 
NO STATION WAGON
WITH FAKE WOOD PANELS.
NO BLACK AND WHITE T.V.
WITH JUST ONE CHANNEL.
NO SUBURBAN HOUSE
WITH FRESH MOWED LAWN.
JUST KEEP IT COOL,
AND GET REAL GONE.
 
NO UGLY EDSELS,
OR DOIN’ THE TWIST.
NO HOUSE UNAMERICAN
COMMIE LIST.
NO GREEN STAMPS,
OR HULA HOOPS.
NO HOWDY DOODY,
NO BOY SCOUT TROOP.
 
NO TRICKY DICK,
OR I LIKE IKE.
NO CARDS IN THE SPOKES
OF YOUR BIKE.
NO FIVE AND DIME,
NO DRIVE-IN MOVIE.
JUST GET REAL GONE,
AND KEEP IT GROOVY