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1. I don´t like Mondays

I don´t like Mondays

Sir Bob Geldoff wrote this song about 16-year-old Brenda Ann Spencer, a girl who fired at children in a school playground at Grover Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego, California, USA on 29 January 1979. She killed two adults and injured eight children and one police officer. When asked why she did this insane deed she simply replied "I don´t like Mondays. It livens up the day". Just another senseless act that constantly keeps on repeating itself in a mad mad world. BB:s daughter Inca sings backup vocals on this version of the song. Musical credits Lead and backing vocals – Bob Borealis Guitars – Mats Ymell, Magnus Eklund Piano, keyboards, percussion – Magnus Eklund Bass – Gunnar Nordén Drums – Magnus Sjölander Harmony vocals – Inca Nygårds-Kers, Teresia Bjarneby, Karolina Daszkiewicz, Mats Ymell, Magnus Eklund Orchestral arrangement – Magnus Eklund I DON´T LIKE MONDAYS The silicon chip inside her head Gets switched to overload. And nobody's gonna go to school today, She's going to make them stay at home. And Daddy doesn't understand it, He always said she was as good as gold. And he can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to be shown? Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why? The computer screen is kept so clean And it reaches out to a hurting world. And mother feels so shocked, Daddy's world is rocked, And their thoughts turn now to Their own little girl. Sweet 16 ain't that peachy keen, No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat. They can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to be sure? Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. I want to shoot the whole day down All the playing's stopped in the playground now And she wants to play with her toys a while. And school's out early and soon we'll be learning And the lesson today is "how to die". And then the trigger crackles, And the teacher tackles, And the lessons of the how's and why's. And you can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to die? Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. I wanna shoot, The whole day down. Kids killing kids all around the world... Music & Lyrics by Bob Geldoff Copyright: Music Sales Corporation O.B.O. Promostraat B.V., Chrysalis Music Added lyrics by Bob Borealis

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2. Oh Shenandoah

Oh Shenandoah

This hymn is a traditional American folk song of uncertain origin, dating at least to the early 19th century. The song appears to have originated with Canadian and American voyageurs or fur traders traveling down the Missouri River in canoes, and has developed several different sets of lyrics. Here is a new set written by Bob Borealis that were inspired by the tragic demise of Native North American culture portrayed through a heartbreaking love story. This is a grand version with all the people that were involved in this production participating in some way to help deliver this Braveheart inspired wrapup. But fear not - there is one more song left to play regardless... Musical credits Lead and backing vocals – Bob Borealis Guitars, synthesizers – Mats Ymell Piano, Hammond, keyboards, percussion – Magnus Eklund Bass – Gunnar Nordén Drums – Magnus Sjölander Irish bagpipes – Stefan Kayal Violin – Anders Nygårds Pedal steel, lap steel – Roger Gustavsson Harmonica – Michael Rasmusson Harmony & backing vocals – Katarina Niklasson, Rosa Birgitta Ísafeld, Richard Scobie, Teresia Bjarneby, Mats Ymell, Magnus Eklund Orchestral arrangement – Magnus Eklund OH SHENENDOAH Oh Shenendoah, I long to hear you Away, you rolling river Your waters deep I´ve come to fear you Away – we´re bound away Across the wide Missouri. Yes The Missouri she’s a mighty river Away, you rolling river The Red Man´s camp´s All across her borders Away – we´re bound away Across the wide Missouri This white man loved an Indian maiden Away, you rolling' river With notions sweet His canoe was laden Away - we're bound away Across the wide Missouri. To the chief I swore – I´ll have your daughter Away, you rolling' river I’ll take her safe Across these dark & dangerous waters Away - we’re bound away Across the wide Missouri Oh Shenendoah - I´ll not deceive you Away, you rolling river My sweetest love Now I´m bound to leave you Away, we're bound away Across the wide Missouri For seven years now I´ve been a drifter Away, you rolling river On my return – I learned The stream was swifter than her Away, we're bound away Across the wide Missouri Now the chief was gone – as was his daughter Away, you rolling river He was swept away By grief and shame and firewater Away, we're bound away Across the wide Missouri Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you, Aa-way, you rolling river! Shenandoah, it's far I´ve wandered Ah-way, we're all bound to go, In sun, in the wind, in the rain & the snow Across the' wide Missouri... Traditional Additional new lyrics by Bob Borealis

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3. Finnish Dressing

Finnish Dressing

Something very strange and very short from "The Seasons in the Heartland" production by BB and The Medicine Men. Bob was in Finland some years back and picked up a bottle of salad dressing he thought he might use for dinner. When he read the tongue-twisting name that was written in consecutive lettering on the label "valkosipulintuoksuinenviinietikkasalaattikastike" - well then he knew right then & there that there was a particular need for this spectacular word to be used in a song somewhere, somehow, sometime. Does it make any sense? Nope... it does not. Music by Bob Borealis, Jussi Riihelä, Johan Dereborn, Mats Ymell, Peter Damin Word by Bob Borealis Published by Misty Music/BBQ Music

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4. Speedball Tucker

Speedball Tucker

A song that was recorded during "Seasons in the Heartland" sessions but wound up here instead on the album "Winds of the Circle". Originally a song that was written & performed by Jim Croce, it was a favourite of BB:s when he was a youngster in Chicago and him and his brother Per always played it to get psyched up before playing hockey games. Cause they never did "know how to take it slow". SPEEDBALL TUCKER I drive a broke down rig on 'May-Pop' tires Forty foot of overload A lot of people say that I'm crazy Because I don't know how to take it slow I got a broomstick on the throttle I got her opened up and head right down Nonstop back to Dallas Poppin' them West Coast turn-arounds And they call me Speedball Speedball Tucker Terror of the highways And all them other truckers Will tell you that the boy is mad To be drivin' in a rig like that You know the rain may blow The snow may snow And the turnpikes, they may freeze But they don't bother ol' Speedball He goin' any damn way he please He got a broomstick on the throttle To keep his throttle foot a-dancin' 'round With a cupful of cold black coffee And a pocketful of West Coast turn-arounds And they call me Speedball Speedball Tucker Terror of the highways And all them other truckers Will tell you that the boy is mad To be drivin' in a rig like that One day I looked into my rear view mirror And a-comin' up from behind There was a Georgia State policeman And a hundred dollar fine Well, he looked me in the eye as he was writin' me up And said, "Driver, you've been flyin' And ninety five was the route you were on It was not the speed limit sign" And they call me Speedball Speedball Tucker Terror of the highways And all them other truckers Will tell you that the boy is mad To be drivin' in a rig like that Yeah, they call me Speedball Speedball Tucker Terror of the highways And all them other truckers Will tell you that the boy is mad To be drivin' in a rig like that Songwriter Jim Croce Published by Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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5. McMurphy Made Me Do It

McMurphy Made Me Do It

A weird little up-the-country tune from "The Winds of the Circle" album. Put the ball in the basket!

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6. R & R (Legacy)

R & R (Legacy)

First track BB recorded back in 1992 in Tumba Sweden. Lots of energy here.

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7. Gentle On My Mind

Gentle On My Mind

John Hartford was an American folk, country and bluegrass composer and musician known for his mastery of the fiddle and banjo. He went to see the movie Doctor Zhivago the night he wrote this song, and many a critic has made a whole lot out of that. Hartford has however stated that it maybe gave him a feeling that caused him to start writing the song, but he thinks that it mostly just came from his life´s own hard luck experience. Bob used to play this song every morning for the guests during breakfast when he was a hotelier at Hotel Ranga in Iceland but it was then in Dean Martin:s "Las Vegas version". He took the song greatly to his liking and thinks that the lyrics are songwriting at one of its finest moments, describing hardluck love not lost in the roughest of worlds. Musical credits Lead vocals – Bob Borealis Duo vocals – Katarina Niklasson Guitars – Mats Ymell Piano, keyboards – Magnus Eklund Bass – Gunnar Nordén Drums – Magnus Sjölander Orchestral arrangement – Magnus Eklund GENTLE ON MY MIND It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that have dried up on some line That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that binds me Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find Moving on the back road by the rivers of my memory And for hours you're just gentle on my mind Although the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come between us And some other woman cryin' to her mother 'Cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads By the rivers flowin' gently on my mind Well I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling cauldron in some train yard My beard a roughening coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face Through cupped hands 'round a tin can I pretend I hold you to my breast and find That you're waving from the back roads by the river of my memory Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind Written by John Hartford and John Prine Copyright: Sony/ATV Melody, Walden Music Inc., Sour Grapes Music Inc.

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8. The Road Goes On Forever and the Party Never Ends

The Road Goes On Forever and the Party Never Ends

Robert Earl Kean wrote this song about two losers that found love. Another "Road Trip" themed song, the Sonny and Sherry characters are evidently based on real characters that just couldn’t stay out of trouble. And no matter what happened, no matter what fortune fell on them, they would screw that up. That’s where it started from. We have all been there... Bobs almost legendary road trips around the blue green sphere harmonize nicely with the vibe and lyrics of this tune and some might even find it fit to say that this is the story of a large part of his life. The vibrant duo vocals with Kattis Hedlund from Gotland Sweden add to the bittersweet ending we all knew was coming. Musical credits Lead and backing vocals – Bob Borealis Duo vocals – Katarina Niklasson Guitars, mandolin, bass – Mats Ymell Piano, keyboards, percussion – Magnus Eklund Pedal steel guitar – Roger Gustavssson THE ROAD GOES ON FOREVER AND THE PARTY NEVER ENDS Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town. She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around. It´s a Main Street after midnight with a brand new pack of cigs. A fresh one hanging from her lips a beer between her legs. She'd ride down to the river and hang out with her friends. The road goes on forever and the party never ends Sonny was a loner - (b)older than the rest. He was goin' in the Navy but he couldn't pass the test. So he hung around the town and sold a little pot. The law got wind of Sonny and one day he just got caught. But he was back in business when they set him free again. The road goes on forever and the party never ends. Sonny's playin' eight ball at the joint where Sherry works. When some drunken out-of-towner put his hand up Sherry's skirt. Sonny took his pool cue laid that drunk right down. Stuffed a dollar in her tip jar and walked right out of the door. She's runnin' right behind him reachin' for his hand. The road goes on forever and the party never ends. They jumped into his pick-up - Sonny jammed her down in gear. He looked on over at Sherry and said, "Let's get on out of here." The stars were high above them, and the moon was in the east. The sun was setting down, when they reached Miami Beach. They got a motel by the water and a quart of Bombay Gin. (Said) The road goes on forever and the party never ends. They soon ran out of money but Sonny knew a man. Who knew some Cuban refugess who dealt in contraband. Sonny met the Chicos, in a house just off the route. With a briefcase full of money and a pistol in his boot. The cards were on the table when the law came bustin' in. The road goes on forever and the party never ends. The Cubans grabbed the white stuff, Sonny grabbed the jack. He broke the bathroom window and climbed right out the back. Sherry drove the pick-up to the alley on the side. Where the lawman tackled Sonny and read him all his rights. When she stepped out in the alley with a single-shot four-ten. The road goes on forever and the party never ends. They left the lawman dyin' and they made their get away. Got back to the motel, just before the break of day. Sonny gave her all the money and he blew her a little kiss. Said "If they ask you how this happened, tell´em I forced you into this." She watched him as his tail lights disappeared around the bend. The road goes on forever and the party never ends. There's a main street after midnight just like it was before. Twenty-one months later at the local grocery store, Sherry buys a paper and a cold six-pack of beer. The headlines read in black and white that Sonny is going to get the chair. She pulls back onto Main Street in her brand new Mercedes-Benz. The road goes on forever and the party never ends. Written by William Craig Bickhardt, Barry Alfonso, Robert Earl Keen Jr Copyright by Music Corp. Of America Inc., Almo Music Corp. and Craig Bickhardt

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9. The Gnome

The Gnome

A cover of some early Pink Floyd (Syd Barret) recorded with the band "Small Mistakes" in 2007 after a rock n roll session worthy of the term Rockstar in every way... THE GNOME I want to tell you a story About a little man If I can. A gnome named Grimble Grumble. And little gnomes stay in their homes. Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine. He wore a scarlet tunic, A blue green hood, It looked quite good. He had a big adventure Amidst the grass Fresh air at last. Wining, dining, biding his time. And then one day - hooray! Another way for gnomes to say Hoooooooooray. Look at the sky, look at the river Isn't it good? Look at the sky, look at the river Isn't it good? Winding, finding places to go. And then one day - hooray! Another way for gnomes to say Hoooooooooray. Hooooooooooooooray. Written by Syd Barrett Copyright by Essex Music Inc.

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10. Brain Damage

Brain Damage

This song was written by Roger Waters and performed by Pink Floyd on their iconic "Dark Side of the Moon" album. The insanity-themed lyrics are based on former Floyd front-man Syd Barrett's mental instability, with the line "I'll see you on the dark side of the moon" indicating that he felt related to him in terms of mental idiosyncrasies. The line "And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes..." references Barrett's behavior near the end of his tenure with the band; because of his mental problems, was highly unpredictable. Sadly, there were more than a few occasions where Barrett would play a different song than the rest of the band in the middle of a concert. Bob himself simply loves the lines "lock the door, throw away the key, there´s someone in my head, but it´s not me". Much of this was recorded by BB in Poland and the song also produced solely by him. This song therefore includes different Polish singers and musicians as well as Swedish counterparts. The song also has a rather famous opening line, "The lunatic is on the grass...", whereby Waters is referring to areas of turf which display signs saying "Please keep off the grass" with the exaggerated implication that disobeying such signs might indicate insanity. Stay on the grass people - the concrete is not for you! Musical Credits Lead and backing vocals – Bob Borealis Duo vocals – Ewa Piotrowska Programming – Mats Ymell Guitar– Roger Gustavsson Piano, percussion – Magnus Eklund Trombone – Marek Nowinski BRAIN DAMAGE The lunatic is on the grass The lunatic is on the grass Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs Got to keep the loonies on the path The lunatic is in the hall The lunatics are in my hall The paper holds their folded faces to the floor And every day the paper boy brings more And if the dam breaks open many years too soon And if there is no room upon the hill And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too I'll see you on the dark side of the moon The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head You raise the blade, you make the change You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane You lock the door And throw away the key There's someone in my head but it's not me. And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon Written by Roger Waters Copyright by Roger Waters Music Overseas Ltd., Hampshire House

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11. Fort Worth Blues

Fort Worth Blues

This is a song is about when Steve Earle got the irrevocable news about his friends Townes Van Zandts death. He wrote the song out of love, grief and stricken loss. Earle met the legendary Van Zandt while in Houston, Texas as a teenager. It was early in Earle's career and Van Zandt served as a model of inspiration for the aspiring songwriter. Fort Worth is the city in Texas where Van Zandt was born and raised. Earle has been asked countless times about defining his music as Country or Rock? His answer speaks volumes: "I personally couldn't care less, and hope y'all don't care either. The main thing is there are two kinds of music. Good and bad." BB was going through a bit of a personal crisis when the vocals for the song were recorded and that really reflects on the outcome. One can hear the suffer and pain leak through in its entirety. But then again - how many happy, smiling vocalists sing the blues with vindication and feeling in the way they are supposed to be delivered in this genre? Not many... if any... Musical credits Lead vocals – Bob Borealis Guitars – Mats Ymell Piano, keyboards, strings – Magnus Eklund Pedal steel guitar, dobro – Roger Gustavssson Bass – Gunnar Nordén Drums – Magnus Sjölander FORT WORTH BLUES In Fort Worth all the neon's burnin' bright Pretty lights red and blue But they'd shut down all the honky tonks tonight And say a prayer or two if they only knew You used to say the highway was your home But we both know and that ain't true It's just the only place a man can go When he don't know where he's travelin' to But Colorado's always clean and healin' And Tennessee in spring is green and cool It never really was your kind of town But you went around with the Forth Worth blues And somewhere up across the great divide Ohh where the sky is wide and the clouds are few A man can see his way clear to the light And just hold on tight, that's all you gotta do And they say Texas weather's always changin' And one thing change brings somethin' new And Houston really ain't that bad a town So you hang around with the Fort Worth blues There's a full moon over Galway bay tonight And silver light over green and blue And every place I travel through, I find Some kinda sign that you've been through But Amsterdam was always good for grieving And London never fails to leave me blue And Paris never was my kinda town So I walked around with the Fort Worth blues Written by Steve Earle Lyrics Published by © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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12. Big Bad Leroy Brown

Big Bad Leroy Brown

The late, great Jim Croce's inspiration for this classic upbeat song was a friend he met in his brief time in the US Army. He met him at Fort Jackson, South Carolina. He stayed there about a week, and one evening he turned around and said he was really fed up and tired. He went AWOL, and then came back at the end of the month to get his paycheck. They then busted him, put handcuffs on him and took him away. Just to listen to him trash talk and see how 'bad' he was, Croce knew someday he was gonna write a song about him. BB grew up in Chicago, served in the Swedish Army and has been meeting Big, Bad Leroy Brown characters all of his life. With mixed results. Some are lifelong friends, some are bitter foes, some are larger than life, and others dead and buried - but none of them have left him unmoved. Meaner than a junkyard dog - right? Musical credits Lead vocals – Bob Borealis Guitars – Mats Ymell Piano, keyboards – Magnus Eklund Bass – Gunnar Nordén Drums – Magnus Sjölander Harmonica – Mikael Rasmusson Harmony & backing vocals – Teresia Bjarneby, Katarina Niklasson, Mats Ymell, Magnus Eklund BIG BAD LEROY BROWN Well the south side of Chicago Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware Of a man name of Leroy Brown Now Leroy more than trouble You see he stand ‘bout six foot four All those downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover" All the men just call him "Sir" And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than an old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Now Leroy he´s a gambler And he likes his fancy clothes And he likes to wave his diamond rings In front of everybody's nose He got a custom Continental He got an Eldorado too He got a 32 gun in his pocket full a fun He got a razor in his shoe And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well Friday 'bout a week ago Leroy shootin' dice And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl named Dorothy And ooh that girl looked nice Well he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began Leroy Brown had learned a lesson 'Bout a-messin' with the wife of a jealous man And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than an old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well the two men took to fighting And when they pulled them from the floor Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone Oh the south side of Chicago Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware Of the man who beat up Leroy Brown And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog He's a bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Written by Jim Croce Copyright by Denjac Music Company

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