JOE: God damn, this wheel don’t roll anymore Feel we’re always stuck in no time Hold me, I know you will Anyway, don't let me down JOE & CRANSTON: Don’t let the whistle whine Let off it the chain for once Hound dog sniffing through southern pines Let me get what I want, or let me go Let the wheel Roll along Let it roll down the street Let the wheel roll, oooh Let it roll, right over me JOE: And when times get tough Who will speak the silent word? Or love you on a rainy day? It’ll be me in the storm JOE & CRANSTON: And when your eyes went dark So you didn’t have to feel I only cried because I cared You were scared But you spun the wheel Let it roll Roll right on Let it just roll to the sea Let the wheel roll, oooh Let it roll, right over me

Listen then, sons of Mali, children of the Black people, listen to my word, for I am going to tell you of Sundiata, the father of the Bright Country, of the savanna land, the ancestor of those who draw the bow, the ruler of a hundred vanquished kings. I am going to talk of Sundiata, Manding Diara, Lion of Mali, Sogolon Djata, son of Sogolon, Nare Maghan Djata, son of Nare Maghan, Sogo Sogo Simbon Salaba, hero of many names. I am going to tell you of Sundiata, he whose exploits will astonish men for a long time yet. He was great among kings, he was peerless among men; he was beloved of God because he was the last of the great conquerors. I am going to talk of Sundiata of Sundiata of Sundiata of Sundiata

DEENA: So I mixed my intuition With some numbers and a rabbit's foot or two How about you I made a big production From my imagination It's what I do How about you DEENA & JON: And when the night is over And I don't want it to be through I'm keeping my door open Oh, won't you please keep on doing what you do DEENA: Crazy eights and hearts and kisses You know I love what this is when you do DEENA & JON: How about you DEENA: In your fields and in your flowers In your flying tender hours, I'll be true DEENA & JON: How about you And when the night is over And I don't want it to be through I'm keeping my door open Oh, won't you please keep on doing what you do BANJO SOLO. DEENA: Spring is coming And it’s time for me to get back to my roots DEENA & JON: How about you DEENA: Some days are heavy lifting But the end is a beginning and it's new DEENA & JON: Isn't that true And when the night is over And I don't want it to be through I'm keeping my door open Oh, won't you please keep on doing what you do Doing what you do Doing what you do Doing what you do

Every time I see the doctor I say I'm giving it my best But my body disagrees with all these pills that I ingest It feels like everything is my fault and I will never feel complete Cuz I'm not worthy of the love my old friends never had for me And I spend so much time complaining about how hard it is to change That I am worried that the truth is I will never have the strength It's too late / It's too late for me And I spend all of my time dreaming about the person I could be If I just got my shit together to let my sleepy sore eyes see That all my plots could become gardens if I let nature run its course And if I'd learned to love completely I'd be this overwhelming force But every time I see the doctor I say it's really hard to change And I am worried that the truth is I will never have the strength It's too late / It's too late for me It's too late / Too late Every morning that I wake up is another chance to be Something better than the pain that all my failures left for me I keep digging up my flaws instead of letting myself bloom I let my body waste away before it's placed inside it's tomb And every time I see the doctor she says these changes need to start But I am worried that the truth is there is nothing left but pain in my heart

Pone una bachata, un merengue | Play a bachata, a merengue Llegaron los malos, los rebeldes | Here come the troublemakers, the rebels No queremos foto con tu gente | We don’t want pictures with your people We keep it clean, tamo mistolin | We keep it clean, we’re clean Ten mucho cuida'o con quien te mete | Be careful who you hang with Yo no soy tu pana al garete | I’m not your wild friend Yo te digo to lo que mereces | I’m telling you what you deserve We keep it clean, tamo Mistolin | We keep it clean, we’re clean Despues del party is the afterparty | After the party is the afterparty Tamo rulay | We’re relaxed Sin tener ferraris | Without ferraris Dandole duro a los drinks Bacardi | Pounding back Bacardi drinks Somos de calle | We’re from the streets No tenemos pa ser picky | We don’t have to be picky Le damos a todos | We give to everyone Somos como lo hippies | We’re like the hippies Peace and love Canta el quiri-quiri-kí-kí | Singing cock-a-doodle-doo Hasta la cinco la mañana | Until 5 AM Amenecemos aquí | We’ll wake up here No hay verguenza | There’s no shame Nosotros somos la vuelta | We’re the change Y que y eh y eh y sigan mirando | And keep staring Y que y eh y eh eh sigan hablando | And keep talking Mientras que yo oh oh oh oh sigo bailando | While I keep dancing No hay ma nah ah ah ah sigo gozando | There’s nothing else, I keep having fun Tu eres un disco raya'o | You’re a broken record Di que estas ilumina'o | You say you’re enlightened Pero no corona'o | But you’re not crowned Tu tienes el diablo clava'o | You mirror the devil Por eso no as gana'o | That’s why you can’t win Por eso ta tu frustra'o | That’s why you’re frustrated Yo aquí, tu allá | I’m here, you’re over there Pone una bachata, un merengue | Play a bachata, a merengue Llegaron los malos, los rebeldes | Here come the troublemakers, the rebels No queremos foto con tu gente | We don’t want pictures with your people We keep it clean, tamo mistolin | We keep it clean, we’re clean Ten mucho cuida'o con quien te mete | Be careful who you hang with Yo no soy tu pana al garete | I’m not your wild friend Yo te digo to lo que mereces | I’m telling you what you deserve We keep it clean, tamo Mistolin | We keep it clean, we’re clean Mistolin, Clean No tenemos fin | We don’t stop Seguimos bailando | We keep dancing Somos super feliz | We’re super happy En la vida macinando todo lo que es vivir | Scheming to do everything in life No somos conformistas | We don’t conform pero tampoco egoistas, baby | But we’re not egotistical, baby Con dinero, sin dinero | With or without money Tamo chilling | We’re chilling Agradecios | We’re grateful Como si fuera Thanksgiving | As if it were Thanksgiving Soy la rubia Americana | I’m the blonde American woman La suprema, papi | The supreme one, papi Una bachata de Luis Vargas | A bachata by Luis Vargas Que me importa a mi | I don't care Y que y eh y eh y sigan mirando | And keep staring Y que y eh y eh eh sigan hablando | And keep talking Mientras que yo oh oh oh oh sigo bailando | While I keep dancing No hay ma ah ah ah ah sigo gozando | There’s nothing else, I keep having fun Tu eres un disco raya'o | You’re a broken record Di que estas ilumina'o | You say you’re enlightened Pero no corona'o | But you’re not crowned Tu tienes el diablo clava'o | You mirror the devil Por eso no as gana'o | That’s why you can’t win Por eso ta tu frustra'o | That’s why you’re frustrated Yo aquí, tu allá | I’m here, you’re over there Pone una bachata, un merengue | Play a bachata, a merengue Llegaron los malos, los rebeldes | Here come the troublemakers, the rebels No queremos foto con tu gente | We don’t want pictures with your people We keep it clean, tamo mistolin | We keep it clean, we’re clean Ten mucho cuida'o con quien te mete | Be careful who you hang with Yo no soy tu pana al garete | I’m not your wild friend Yo te digo to lo que mereces | I’m telling you what you deserve We keep it clean, tamo Mistolin | We keep it clean, we’re clean

Leaving the caravan Racing out to the sand Losing just where I am Losing where I began Falling out Falling out Falling out Nights in the wake unfold Lights paint the halls in gold Death dreams to call me home To carve its name on my bones Falling out Falling out Falling out

JOE: Things were mighty tough down in the Pines in 1929 Set in the city for a bowl of soup, city folk waiting in line FDR sent me down some Jack, sent me down some hobnail boots Folks started dancing on Saturday night, my how the splinters flew JOE & CRANSTON: ‘Cause they had good times with those bad times And a lot of making-do-with-what-they-had times No money to spend, holes in their shoes But I never heard nobody singing the blues JOE: I used to work ten hours in the cranberry bog for a long green dollar bill Folks don’t know how we survived and I guess they never will You get your flour in a bag with your tater in a sack A big yellow onion, too. Walk in the woods with your daddy’s shotgun Got the making of a deer meat stew JOE & CRANSTON: Oh, we had good times with those bad times And a lot of making-do-with-what-we-had times No money to spend, holes in our shoes But I never heard nobody singing the blues JOE: Oh, early in the spring when the weather got warm And the catfish started to bite Ya just dig a little hole, and you pull up worms And then you go, and you fish all night Smoke home roll, a nickel a sack And then you tell a lot of lies Put some ol' pitch pine into the stove And yourself an ol’ fish fry, baby JOE & CRANSTON: Oh, we had good times with those bad times And a lot of making-do-with-what-we-had times No money to spend, holes in our shoes But I never heard nobody singing the blues But I never heard nobody singing the blues

DEENA: Some people let go of things I would never do any such thing I hold on and so do you A little bit worn it may be true We may not be beautiful, but we're inseparable Just like a pair of old shoes DEENA: I don't mind it when you take me for granted In a certain way, it's sort of romantic ‘Cause one of my greatest luxuries Is counting on your company So dependable and true DEENA & JON: Just like a pair of old shoes DEENA: We've been through all kinds of weather Think of all the steps we've taken together DEENA & JON: I may not be shiny and new But I'm the one that fits you DEENA: We polish up nice for a night on the town But we're both so happy just sticking around You're my lucky number, my lucky star And my favorite place is wherever you are It's beautiful, we're inseparable DEENA & JON: Just like a pair of old shoes We've been through all kinds of weather Think of all the steps we've taken together I may not be shiny and new But I'm the one that fits you DEENA: Some people let go of things I would never do any such thing I hold on and so do you A little bit worn it may be true But it's beautiful, we're inseparable DEENA & JON: Just like a pair of old shoes Just like a pair of old shoes

I showed up to the party But I had nothing to say Everywhere I stood, I stood, I stood I stood in someone’s way And some dude kept fucking with the stereo Someone else drank all the wine In one corner a couple was making out And in another a girl was crying And I thought about horses Running through dusty fields I thought about horses Running running running I could barely manage any words today Except for, “Hey, how’s it going?” When I showed up to your apartment I could listen to you talking I took you by the hand And we laid down on your couch You brushed your fingers across my face I brushed my fingers across your mouth I thought about horses Running through dusty fields I thought about horses Running running running Poor tired little horses Poor tired little horses

I just wanna know what it feels like To feel like everything’s okay And that it’s not my fault when it isn’t And I just wanna know what it feels like To feel your warmth upon my skin And not the sting of disappointment Cuz I can’t shake the feeling that I’m not Living life with everything I’ve got Cuz the good days Are few and far between And the bad days Aren’t always what they seem I’ll take one on the cheek If it helps me fall asleep While the good days Are few and far between I just wanna know what it feels like To feel like everything’s okay And that it’s not my fault when it isn’t Cuz I know that I should be happy Cuz I’ve been given more than most But I can’t bring myself to feel present Cuz I can’t feel your warmth upon my skin I only feel the stings of Every dream that died in spite of All the hopes I held Cuz the good days Are few and far between And the bad days Are never what they seem With a smile across myself I’ll afford myself some grace While the good days Are few and far between What if everything I try, it fails And every breath that I exhale Keeps floating on and on and on How could I have been so wrong Cuz no matter what I try it seems I’m only happy in my dreams But I know in my heart I could be more if I just start Cuz I’ve got so much love to give That it’s just tearing me apart I am more than what I seem I am the spark to all your dreams And when I shed my earthly coil I will make tears from all my toil When I shed my coil Cuz the good days Are few and far between And the bad days Aren’t always what they seem With a smile across myself I’ll allow myself some grace While the good days Are few and far between I’ll choose hope when I am lost inside my own doubts I’ll place faith inside the songs that swim through my mouth If I tear my heart in two to let the light in Will I finally feel the warmth of love on my skin My skin

No tires la toalla al suelo | Don’t throw in the towel Que yo aun te quiero | That I still love you Que yo aun te deseo | That I still want you No finjas cuando te veo | Don’t pretend when I see you Que esto es un sueño | That this is a dream Esto no es un sueño | It isn’t a dream No le corras mas | Don’t run anymore Sienteme, sienteme, sienteme, sienteme | Feel me, feel me, feel me, feel me Déjate llevar | Go with the flow Esto es agua pa’ beber | This is water to drink No le corras mas | Don’t run anymore Sienteme, sienteme, sienteme, sienteme | Feel me, feel me, feel me, feel me Déjate llevar | Go with the flow Esto es agua pa’ beber | This is water to drink Esto no es veneno | This isn’t poison Vitamina pa’ tu credo | Vitamins for your creed Dame de tus besos | Give me your kisses Pa’ revivir lo nuestro | To revive what’s ours Como una flor | Like a flower Nace y muere por calor | Made and destroyed by heat Hubo malos tiempos | There were bad times Pero el abril siempre llego | But April always came No me falta na’ | I’m not missing anything Solo tu | Only you Donde estas | Where are you En que ruta te perdi | In which path did I lose you Tu no te acuerdas cuando dije si | You don’t remember when I said yes Jardinero’e mi jardin | The gardener of my garden Eres mi calma y en el fin | You are my peace and in the end El comienzo del vivir | The start of my life No le corras mas | Don’t run any more Sienteme, eh, eh, eh, eh | Feel me Déjate llevar | Go with the flow Esto es agua pa’ beber | This is water to drink No le corras mas | Don’t run anymore Sienteme, sienteme, sienteme, sienteme | Feel me, feel me, feel me, feel me Déjate llevar | Go with the flow Esto es agua pa’ beber | This is water to drink Esto es agua pa’ beber | This is water to drink No le corras mas | Don’t run anymore Sienteme, sienteme, sienteme, siente | Feel me, feel me, feel me, feel Déjate llevar | Go with the flow Esto es agua pa’ beber | This is water to drink No le corras mas | Don’t run anymore Sienteme, sienteme, sienteme, sienteme | Feel me, feel me, feel me, feel me Déjate llevar | Go with the flow Esto es agua pa’ beber | This is water to drink

(SONGBIRDS SING AND CHIRP.)