• Randy Newman Land Of Dreams

Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams. Now you’re walkin’ in the holy land. Written and arranged by Randy Newman. Randy Newman.

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Land of Dreams by Released September 1988 Length 40: 18, chronology (1983) 1983 Land of Dreams (1988) (1995) 1995 Professional ratings Review scores Source Rating (B+) Land of Dreams is a by featuring vignettes of his childhood in. The best-known song on the album is 'It's Money That Matters', which rose to the top of the chart for two weeks (and peaked at #60 on the Hot 100), to become Newman's only number one hit on any U.S. Chart; it features on guitar. Prior to the album's release, the song 'Something Special' was closing title music for the production starring and and was also featured in the trailer of the film, which Randy Newman also wrote the music for, and the piano bridge from the song 'Dixie Flyer' would subsequently often be utilized as break or filler music, most notably on the radio program. The song 'Falling in Love' features in the credits to the 1989 film.

Track listing All songs written by Randy Newman. 'Dixie Flyer' – 4:10. 'New Orleans Wins the War' – 3:27. 'Four Eyes' – 3:34. 'Falling in Love' – 3:00. 'Something Special' – 3:07.

'Bad News from Home' – 2:45. 'Roll with the Punches' – 3:29. 'Masterman and Baby J' – 3:27. 'Red Bandana' – 2:35. 'Follow the Flag' – 2:15. 'It's Money That Matters' – 4:04. 'I Want You to Hurt Like I Do' – 4:07 Personnel.

piano, vocals, arranger, conductor. Adrienne Howell - background vocals. trombone. Bob Hilburn, Jr.

I was born right here, November ’43 My dad was a captain in the army Fighting the Germans in Sicily. My poor little momma Didn’t know a soul in L.A. So we went down to the Union Station and made our getaway. Got on the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams. On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams.

Randy Newman Land Of Dreams

Her own mother came to meet us at the station, Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine She cried when her little girl got off the train. Her brothers and her sisters drove down from Jackson, Mississippi In a great green Hudson driven by a Gentile they knew. Drinkin’ rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat Tryin’ to do like the Gentiles do Christ, they wanted to be Gentiles, too. Who wouldn’t down there, wouldn’t you? An American Christian, God damn! On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams.

One September morning when I was five My daddy said, “Son, rise from your bed.” I thought, I must be dreaming, it’s still dark outside He said, “Son if you fall behind you’ll never get ahead Here’s your little brown cowboy shirt, put it on Here’s your little brown cowboy pants, put ’em on Here’s your little brown shoes, can you tie them yourself? Get into the car, we’re gone!” We drove, it seemed like forever, Further than I’d ever been away from home Then my daddy stopped the car, and he turned to me He said, “Son it’s time to make us proud of you, It’s time to do what’s right Gonna have to learn to work hard” I said, “Work?

What are you talking about? You’re not gonna leave me here, are you?” He said “Yes I am!” And drove off into the morning light For a while I stood there, on the sidewalk A Roy Rogers lunch pail in my hand Then I heard sweet children’s voices calling And I began to understand They said, “Four eyes! Look like you’re still sleeping!” “Four eyes! Look like you’re dead!” “Four eyes!

Where have you been keeping yourself?” “Look like you been whupped upside the head.”. High on a cliff in Mexico Staring down at the rocks and the sea below I can hear the church bells ring I can hear the choir I remember the night she left I drove to the station in the pouring rain Sat all night behind my big iron desk The oil on the water made a rainbow At the end of this bone-white gravel road They both lie sleeping on a feather bed And her hair is black as the sky at night But her eyes are gray like the moon You can run but you can’t hide You can run but you can’t hide You said you love me but I know you lied You said you love me but I know you lied. They say that people are livin’ in the street No food in their belly, no shoes on their feet Six black children livin’ in a burned-up room One bare light bulb swinging Little black kid come home from school Put his key in the door Mr. Rat’s on the stairway, Mr. People tell me that I brag a lot ’cause I call myself the Masterman Always talkin’ ’bout how I got dynamite in every hand Hit it Me and my brother we live alone, got no television, got no telephone But when we walk down the street people get out of the way They say “Here come the Masterman and Baby J” “Here come the Masterman and Baby J” Hit it–hit it When we get on the mike we’ll be number one Even top D.M.C. You can stand alone Or with somebody else Or stand with all of us, together If you can believe In something bigger than yourself You can follow the flag forever They say it’s just a dream That dreamers dreamed That it’s an empty thing that really has no meaning They say it’s all a lie But it’s not a lie I’m going to follow the flag ’til I die Into every life a little rain must fall But it’s not gonna rain forever You can rise above–you can rise above it all We will follow the flag together We will follow the flag forever. Of all of the people that I used to know Most never adjusted to the great big world I see them lurking in book stores Working for the Public Radio Carrying their babies around in a sack on their back Moving careful and slow It’s money that matters Hear what I say It’s money that matters In the USA All of these people are much brighter than I In any fair system they would flourish and thrive But they barely survive They eke out a living and they barely survive When I was a young boy, maybe thirteen I took a hard look around me and asked what does it mean?