“The Turkey Dance (Gobble, Gobble, Gobble)” – Full mp3. This is heavily downloaded on Napster. I guess they expected some middle-eastern belly dance music.

“Bitchimus Maximus” – Full mp3. Parental advisory… I got a little carried away towards the end.

“I Want You” – Complete mp3 file of Madnana’s live cover of the Third Eye Blind song. (It might take a while to download)

“What You Leave Behind” – MP3 sample (clip from my own server)

Go to www.ampcast.com/noahmadrano for more, or search for “Noah Madrano” on Napster or AudioGalaxy. Or, browse my files directly… my user name is Madnana.

Can’t find the MP3s? Pretty soon you’ll be able to get the CD from ampcast.com. Check back soon for more info. Also stay tuned for my second album this summer.

Are you a Duck? My songs are on the network! Sweetser\Madnana\noah’s music.

More coming soon.

Lyrics:

NOTE: These lyrics are owned by the authors acredited to it. In most cases, that is me. Some of these songs are not mine, and I have given full credit to the original songwriter(s). All of my songs are owned by me, all rights reserved.

What You Leave Behind

Music and lyrics by Noah Madrano

Look back at all you've done

Look back at all the fun

Look back at all of it

Look back at lost love

It seems that I'll never forget you

But sometimes I will regret you

You have to look back in order to find

What you leave behind

Look back at life real fast

Look back into your past

Look back at things you tossed

Look back at what you've lost

And then you can tell me your sorry

And look into night--it is starry

You have to look back in order to find

What you leave behind

Chorus:

Is greater than what you've got

For it's greater than what you've fought for

It's greater once you're done

It's greater than what's to come

What you leave behind

Look back at lessons learned

Look back at praises earned

Look back at people known

Look back at how we've grown

But don't try and tell me I'm wrong

You know I was right all along

You have to look back in order to find

What you leave behind

Chorus

The friends, the enemies

Or the ones you love the most

The years, the memories

Your first time at the coast

The sunrise, and the sunsets

Remember them all

The old toys, and all the pets

Remember them all

Chorus

Driving on Empty

Music and lyrics by Noah Madrano

I'm driving along

I'm driving alone

And then I see

It's on the Big "E"

I'm driving alone in my automobile

Trying to focus on the road not how I feel

Sometimes I wanna drive off the road

Sometimes I wanna dive outta life

I'll decide when to turn and when to pass

I'm low on lovin' and I'm low on gas

Right now I could drive off the road

Off the road of life

Chorus:

I'm driving on empty

And I'm not just talking gas

My lovin' my be slow

But now I'm driving really fast

Test drive is all over, she won't be my lover

Yet I will drive on, the love is all gone

I will not look back now, my life has gone black now

I'm driving on empty and I don't give a damn

I'm driving alone now, no one beside me

I'll go where I want, no one to guide me

Sometimes I wanna…

Should I go left, or should I go right?

Why the hell did I take off after that last fight?

But it's too late I'm speeding down

Down the road of life

Chorus

Rough

Music by Itaal Shur & Rob Thomas / Lyrics by Noah Madrano / Based on “Smooth” lyrics by Rob Thomas

Man, it's a cold one

Like 7 seconds from the ice is done

I hear you shouting out the words that breaks everyone

Now we're all torn

You are a self-centered bitch

With angry feelings you are rich

And I'm not sure which one is which

Is mad and warm

And if you stay, our lives will just get worse

Just because you're mean--your final verse

It will be: Outside you are very tough

But inside you're rough

Chorus:

Here's your final rejection outta my stuff

I hope you enjoy your ejection, I hope it is enough

To keep you out of my life because you're too rough, yeah

Get up and leave--go away

And don't forget about it

Once there was something

That told my brain to give my heart a ring

From that moment on I knew my soul would sing

I was in love

But was I crazy?

Or was it just that I was lazy?

Maybe our love disappeared, became hazy?

All the above?

And if you stay, our lives will just get worse

Just because you're mean--your final verse

It will be: Outside you are very tough

But inside you're rough

Chorus

Life Goes On

Music and lyrics by Noah Madrano

My fish was floating at the top of the bowl

First my car would not stop, but now it won't go

Turned my homework in late, sometimes not at all

I dream that I'm walking down a long, dark hall

Don't know where I'm going till it's already gone

I just wanna curl up till my troubles are gone

Chorus:

But life goes on, yeah life goes on

Sure it's gone, but life goes on

There is no stop button, or even a pause

For every effect there is always a cause

I'm a servant of life, I am only a pawn

Life goes on

My love was lovely with beautiful eyes

But she spent more time with the other guys

I know where I'm going once it is gone

I'm not gonna give up, I won't be a con

Chorus

I wanna newspaper that can

Tell me of all the news facts and

Human interest stories because

I care about what's going on

I walked down the street and a man

Came up to me and shook my hand

Which I did not mind and that does

Make me think that life will move on

Sometimes I look back now on what I've lost

But then I move on when I think what it cost

Not sure where I'm going but I'm already gone

I just wanna throw up because I was wrong

Chorus

There is no stop button, or even a pause

For every effect there is always a cause

We're all servants of life, we are only the pawns

Life goes on

My Sister, Miss

Music by Alan Silvestri / Lyrics by Noah Madrano

I want you all to listen to a

Story of a small girl

Come on and give her a small try, Come

On and give her a whirl

I want you to meet a young lady

I want to tell you this

I want you to marry

My sister, Miss

I don't know what to say about her

I think that she's the best

She is really smart, however

She has no ass or chest

But if you take her to the movies

I'm sure you'll get a kiss

I'm sure you're the one for

My sister, Miss

I'm sure that if we sit down and talk

I will let you meet her

I'm sure that if we get along then

I will let you seat her

I'm sure that once you have talked to her

You will love my sis

I'm sure that you will love

My sister, Miss

Alone and Searching

Music and lyrics by Noah Madrano

I woke up, sky was blue

I wanted you

Rain dispersed, clouds did too

At the sight of you

Called you up on the phone

You were not home

Picked up again, a dial tone

I was alone

Chorus:

But if loving you was a crime

Then you can give me the chair

If loving you was not right

Then you can call me unfair

Well I got dressed, jumped in my car

I traveled far

Now I think that you are

On our favorite star

Chorus

I Wanna Girl

Music and lyrics by Noah Madrano

I wanna girl, I wanna girl who writes letters

Just to tell me that she likes my shirt

I wanna girl, I wanna girl I can talk to

Who smiles everytime that we flirt

I wanna girl, I wanna girl who will kiss me

As we stare up at the night-time sky

I wanna girl, I wanna girl I can talk to

Whose love for me will never die

I wanna girl, a girl who says that she loves me

When I am having a bad day

I wanna girl, I wanna girl I can talk to

Where everything is okay

I wanna girl, I wanna girl who can say

"I wanna guy to hold and will always stay"

I wanna girl, I wanna girl up above

I wanna girl, I wanna girl I can love

I wanna girl, I wanna girl to relate with

When it comes to emotional stuff

I wanna girl, I wanna girl I can talk to

Even when we're both in the rough

I wanna girl, I wanna girl who writes letters

Just to tell me that she likes my shirt

I wanna girl, I wanna girl I can talk to

Who smiles everytime that we flirt

I wanna girl, I wanna girl I can talk with

I wanna girl, I wanna girl I can walk with

I wanna girl to walk through that door

I wanna girl--Is that too much to ask for?

I wanna girl, I wanna girl I can love

I wanna girl, I wanna girl up above

I wanna girl, I wanna girl I can love

I wanna girl, I wanna girl...

I wanna girl, I wanna girl who will kiss me

I wanna girl, I wanna girl I can talk to

I wanna girl, a girl who says that she loves me

I wanna girl, I wanna girl I can talk to

I wanna girl, I wanna girl who writes letters

Just to tell me that she likes my shirt

I wanna girl, I wanna girl I can talk to

Who smiles everytime that we flirt

I wanna girl, I wanna girl, I wanna girl, I wanna...

In the Car Listening to a Random Song (Instrumental)

Music by Noah Madrano

Ah...

One Year

Music by Ed Robertson / Lyrics by Noah Madrano / Based on “One Week” lyrics by Ed Robertson

It's been one year since they have watched me

Changed the station, went outside to climb a tree

Five months since you laughed with me saying

"Listen to that song, I think it's funny"

Three months since the summer break

I realized I had no plot, I couldn't show you

Yesterday I turned 17

But it'll still be two years till this show gets funny

Hold it now and hear what I think

I think your show stinks

You'll think you're looking at Crappy-man

I cut my wrist, can't resist

A single show I've never missed

I'll like the network

When they cancel every crying man

Not like Letterman when I count lines

I like the good times

When I'm watching "Mad About You"

Spice Girls have got the big hits

You try to eat grits

You try to jump off but I hold through

Gonna rake an ache, and bake a cake

I like a juicy grusey stake

And jalopinoes, it's the hottest of the peppers

I've gotta go

Even though

I'm really slow and even though

I row to Rome

They've got the really big steppers

How can I help it if the ratings have gone really bad?

Trying hard not to suck, but I'm real sad

I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a Leno joke

Don't understand what I sing?

Well, my pen-o broke

I have a feeling to stop the show, get up and leave

I have a history of taking off my pants

It's been one year since they have watched me

Changed the station, and then turned up the TV

Five months since you sang with me

Singing all night long "Luck Be a Lady"

(It's been) Three months since the video

On the screen I'm like Leonardo DiCaprio

Yesterday I was still 16

And now I sit back and wait till this show gets funny

Check-a Kentucky, Kentucky Fried Chicken

You have a chicken breast and your stomach gets-a sicken

Tapin' "X-Files" against the law

We're en la casa

I hope Fox and Dana do it

Like my ex-girlfriend I am manic

Never seen Titanic

Please don't tell me how the movie ends

Like Everclear I write great songs

Okay I don't write songs

Saying "Why can't we just stay good friends?"

Gonna get a sexy intern

And then have sex with the intern

Then I'll burn her dress so there's no stain-a

I've gotta see that MTV

'Cause that TV has got the funk rockin' rock songs

But you won't see "Macarena"

How can I help it if the ratings have gone really bad?

Trying hard not to suck, but I'm real sad

I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a Leno joke

Don't understand what I sing?

My pen-o broke

I have a feeling to stop the show, get up and leave

I have a history of losing WorldWide Pants

It's been one year since they have watched me

Changed the station, and watched some comedy

Five months since I screamed at you

And said "Sometimes I do what I have got to do"

Three months since season three

We realized that there's no chance, but how could we see?

Yesterday I was just a teen

But it'll still be two years till this show gets funny

It'll still be two years till this show gets funny

Arlene, Texas, home of young Bobby

Another Friday Night

Music and lyrics by Noah Madrano

(Sittin' at home, another Friday night)

Sittin' at home, thumb in my big black book

Called up ladies, asked if they liked to cook

I requested, they rejected

Called again, the phone was taken off the hook

Called up Cindy, but she was not at home

Called up Sally, but she hung up the phone

Forget Nancy, she's too fancy

Soon I was listening to a dial tone

Called my friends up, see if they'd stay up late

They said "What's up? Gotta go--I have a date"

I'm still at home, I'm still alone

Called my mom, she was talking to an old roommate

Sittin' at home, boy does it suck to be me

List'ning to a Sonny & Cher CD

I'm a loser, I'm a boozer

Now it's time to turn on my friend, TV

Chorus:

Another Friday night all alone

Got nowhere to go except stay home

Another Friday night all alone

Watchin' old reruns of "Seinfeld"

Watchin' Spock do Vulcan mind-melds

All alone

All my friends are out having fun

They talk, they laugh, (they shout, they play,) they stay out 'til one

But I don't have to get out, I have that right

I'll go out to dinner

And maybe a movie

On another Friday night

Ordered pizza, delivered by a guy named Kyle

Asked him inside, asked him to stay awhile

He said "No way," I said "Okay"

Then I watched reruns of the O.J. trial

Sittin' at home, without a single care

Sittin' at home, without a thing to stare

La la la la, na na na na

Deciding what tomorrow I will wear

I am thinking a plain white shirt

With a brown checkered over-shirt

And I'll be the top of the world

If I wear some khakis

Chorus

Who needs Friday anyway?

It's just another day

Just because the world is busy

Doesn't mean I'll play

I am thinking a plain white shirt

With a brown checkered over-shirt

And I'll be the top of the world

If I wear some khakis

Chorus

The Turkey Dance (Gobble, Gobble, Gobble)

Music and lyrics by Noah Madrano

Well just the other day I met a girl on the street

And I said how about a date with me, come on sweet

She said yes, I said "Cool, daddy-o!"

And then she asked me "Honey, where are we going to go?"

I said "I'm not sure, but we've gotta eat

We gotta eat--we gotta eat some turkey meat"

Well she didn't know what I was sayin'

She only understood that I was payin'

That's when I said "Put on some dancin' pants

Because tonight, baby, we will turkey dance"

I'll show ya how to do it so you won't do it wrong

We're gonna gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble all night long

Chorus:

Try to fly, not real high

Feather roughin', put in stuffing

Start the basting, start the tasting

Please don't beg for a leg

Well you gobble to the left, and you gobble to the right

We're gonna gobble, gobble, gobble--it's a real long night

Well now you got it, baby, what can I say?

Now you got it, baby, dance the night away!

Aren't you glad, baby, that you came with me?

Aren't you glad, baby, that I've set you free?

Well you gobble to the left, and you gobble to the right

We're gonna gobble, gobble, gobble--it's a real long night

Well now you know, baby, what I was saying

And now you know why I was paying

So everybody bring along your dancin' pants

Tonight everybody does the turkey dance

I'll show ya how to do it so you won't do it wrong

We're gonna gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble all night long

Chorus

Carly

Music and lyrics by Noah Madrano

C is for QT, cuz I think she's pretty hot

but I know she thinks I'm not

A is for Amusing, she kinda makes me smile

she's kinda got that style

R is for Right, even though it's kinda (w)Rong

she wanted me to (w)Rite her a song

L is for the Love she sends out to everyone

shining brighter that the sun

Y=Yes, which is what I hope to get

but there's not much I would want to bet

Chorus:

Carly, where are ye?

I can hardly even hear you anymore

Carly, you're tardy

I can hardly even see you out the door

SEE what I mean when she gives me that look

She doesn't know what her eyes just took:

A piece of my heart is gone--it's been stolen

But somehow that keeps me rollin'

ARE u comin' 4 me or 4 that other guy?

It doesn't matter if you lie

"ELLE est ma petite chou"--the French would say

Which, to me, cette est ok!

WHY does she tease me like this?

Leading me on--man it makes me pissed!

Chorus

Carly, I'm sorry

But I can hardly even feel you anymore

Carly! Let's party!

Cuz I can hardly even touch you anymore

Regis Philbin

Music by Steven Page / Lyrics by Noah Madrano / Based on “Brian Wilson” lyrics by Steven Page

Chorus:

Give a million, just like Regis Philbin does

Well, I'd give a million, just like Regis Philbin does

So I'm sitting here, just staring at the TV screen

And I'm trying to find something to find

Just list'ning and re-list'ning to Kathy Lee

But what what she is saying I certainly do never mind

Chorus

And if you wanna find me, Kathy, check on ABC

'Cause that's the network Regis is on

Answering the questions correct, as long as it's on

Don't put the station on wrong

Chorus

I had a dream, that I won a thousand grand

And though I was very rich, I just could not walk or stand

I was rich, but I can't walk or stand, whoa

Somebody watch me, I couldn't walk or stand

Somebody watch me, I'm sinking in quicksand

Somebody watch me...

Chorus

Popped popcorn microwaved, 9:PM on a Sunday night

Not just to listen to the popcorn pop

Call it compulsive, call it repulsive, call it in vain

"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" will never stop

Derrik J. Zuzrich

Music by John Lennon & Paul McCartney / Lyrics by Noah Madrano / Based on “Elanor Rigby” lyrics by John Lennon & Paul McCartney

Ah, look at all the crazy people

Derrik J. Zuzrich, edits the tapes

Of a show where he tries to be seen

Life's not a dream

Sits in a small room, listens to all

Of the jokes that are told by the host

Dreams of the coast

Chorus:

All the crazy people

Why do they all come by?

All the crazy people

Why do they always die?

Mister MacKenzie, writing the notes

For a choir that no one will sing

What is this thing?

Look at him playing, pounding the keys

Of a piano that he always moves

What does he prove?

Chorus

Ah, look at all the crazy people

Derrik J. Zuzrick, tried too hard to

Take control of a radio show

But it was no

Mister MacKenzie, whatever hap--

-Pened to that crazy, dirty old man?

Where is his van?

(Ah, look at all the crazy people

Ah, look at all the crazy people)

Chorus

I Want You

Music and lyrics by Stephan Jenkins

The suckers lose themselves in the games they learn to play

Children love to sing but then their voices slowly fade away

People always take a step away from what is true

That's why I like you around, I want you

Oh you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do

You make me want you

An open invitation to the dance, happenstance set the vibe that we are in

No apology because my urge is genuine, and the mystery of your rhythm is so feminine

Here I am and I want to take a hit of your scent cause it bit so deep into my soul

I want you

Yeah you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do

You make me want you

Oh you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do (Send me all your vampires)

I want you

And I can't get enough, You, you, you, you, you

Oh I can't get enough

And I can't get enough, Oh, you, you, you

The village church yard is filled with bones weeping in the grave

The silver lining of clouds shines on people Jesus couldn't save

You want to know how deeply my soul goes

Deeper than bones, deeper than bones

And I can't get enough, I, I, I, I

Oh I can't get enough

Oh, I can't get enough, You, you, you, you, you

Oh, I can't get enough

After we did it by the window sill, smoke rings drift into the midnight sky

Presently in the quilt that your mother made, a big candle burns to fight off the gloom

You said to live in this way is not for the meek, and like a jazz DJ you talk me into sleep (Send me all your vampires)

I said there'll be no regrets when the worms come, and they will surely come (Send me all your vampires)

Oo you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do

Make me want you (Send me all your vampires)

Yeah do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do, you do

Make me want you (Send me all your vampires)

I want you (Send me all your vampires)

Send me all your vampires

Bitchimus Maximus

Music and lyrics by Noah Madrano

I tried to be nice

You tried too--once, but never twice

You wanted to stay friends

But this is where the friendship ends

They say that the love you get

Is equal to the love you give--Bullshit!

I'm alright--

I washed off the footprints

Chorus:

The love of my life, I thought once was you

But the love of my life would never do

What you did to my heart--I cannot forgive

But the love of my life wouldn't be a bitch

I tried to be sweet

But for me, your heart never gave a beat

You wanted the lights dim

But as you're kissing me, you're kissing him

They say that the love you do

Is equal to the love you suck--Fuck you!

I'm fine--

Washed away the footprints

Chorus

She wouldn't be a bitch, just like you've always been to me

You never gave a shit for me

Wouldn't be a bitch

Would not be a bitch

Emotional Desires

Music and lyrics by Noah Madrano

Hey girl, listen up, I'm gonna sing to you

But you can stop me if you don't like it

Because I don't want to hurt you

Or give you the wrong idea about me

Oh no--don't get the wrong idea, baby

I know you've got other things going on

Other people who are worthy of your time

Just give me the word and I'll be gone

But I cannot forget you, babe

Today or any other day

My hope is that they know how lucky they are

To have you with them

Chorus:

Far beyond my sexual desire

You lift me up and bring me higher

I love you in ways I don't understand

So I can't talk about it

To you, to you

To you...

At first I was afraid of what you'd say

Afraid of what you'd think of a song like this

Just hoping that you would stay

Just a little while longer

Hey girl, listen up, I'm gonna sing to you

But you can stop me if you don't like it

Because I don't want to hurt you

Or give you the wrong idea about me

Oh no--don't get the wrong idea, baby...

Chorus

Childish Rumors

Music and lyrics by Noah Madrano

I don't want to worry about

Who like whom more than who because

I know I like you more than you

Like me

I know you know what I think a-

-Bout you, but did you know that I

Know that you know what I know a-

-Bout you?

Who told what to whom, who told you

Does not matter anymore be-

-Cause we both now know I want you

But do you know why?

I'm a guy who will not lie now

As to why I feel this way a-

-Bout you, so look in my eyes and

Listen

I don't want to hear all that stupid crap

That they say about us, I don't want to hear that

Chorus:

All their childish games and rumors

Grow like fungus or brain tumors

If I want to hear them then I'll

Kindly ask them to kiss my ass

Guns and knives may take our lives

But words cannot forsake us

If I want to hear it then I'll

Stop and ask the children in the street

"Someone and someone sittin' in a tree

F - U - C - K - I - N - G!"

"Ring around the rosey, pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes, we all go to Hell!"

If it's you who denies these lies

That I'm queer and clear this mess up

Then despise those guys who told you

Then I think you're cool

I thought you were hot when you caught

Me looking through your window and

Thought I got an affection e-

-Rection

You said I was sweet when I re-

-Petedly called you on the phone

Even when you were not home I

Called you

"Stop and smell the roses, Moses"

Was never said by anyone

Who wanted to get the hell out

Of there

(Egypt, I mean)

No, I don't want to hear all that stupid shit

That they say about us, no, I don't want to hear it

Chorus

(When I See You) I Go Crazy

Music by Derek Johnson, arr. by Noah Madrano / Lyrics by Derek Johnson

Chours:

When I see you, I go crazy

When will I see you again?

When I see you, I go crazy

Your love flows like the wind

The last time that I saw you

It was an April afternoon

You made my head spin

I was in love you then

And ever since then I’ve been

In love with you… oh ah…

Chorus

Ooo… When I see you, I go crazy

When I see you, I go crazy…

When I see you, I go crazy

When I see you I go crazy!

Chorus (X2)

Harder

Music and lyrics by Noah Madrano

(lyrics coming soon)

Pictures:

ABOVE: Noah sings at Sweetser Band Night, January 26, 2001.

LEFT: Noah lounging around with a radioactive hand!

RIGHT: Noah the Badass, smoking a candy wrapper.

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