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Boomtown's
theme song
is an original piece by Philip Giffen, composer for the series' first
season. His other musical scores include: The Spring (2000) Deadly Relations (1993) Dangerous Heart (1993) Ladykiller (1992) White Lie (1991) Murder 101 (1991) The Midnight Hour (1986) Kudzu (1977) Philip Giffin received Boomtown's only Emmy nomination. Here's his reaction to the news in an article from the Beacon Journal: Wooster's Philip Giffin scored his first Emmy nomination Thursday for writing the main theme music for the NBC drama Boomtown. He got the news in a phone call to his Pacific Palisades home from, well, me. And was awakened to get it, since the Emmys are announced before 6 a.m. California time. ``Wow,'' he said. ``Wow. That is great news.'' Giffin will compete against themes from The WB's Everwood, ABC's Miracles, USA Network's Monk and Showtime's Penn & Teller: Bullshit!. Giffin, whose father, Gordon, and younger brother Vince still live in Wooster, got the Boomtown job partly through another family connection. Boomtown creator Graham Yost ``owns a house here in the Palisades,'' Giffin said during an interview Wednesday at his home. ``His wife rides horses. My wife (singer Karen Blake) rides horses. So they got to know each other first. When I first met him, he was stressing over this thing he was writing called Speed.'' When Yost wrote the pilot for Boomtown, he told Giffin about it. As he played the haunting theme on a piano in his studio, Giffin recalled how he called Yost and played and sang the theme over the phone for the writer. ``And I'm not a singer!'' Giffin said. ``And he liked it. Then, just with my own money, I took an orchestra -- and it cost a lot -- and did a version. Nobody said I had the job. Nobody said anything. But I knew I had a good piece of music, and I tend to kind of just follow that muse.... I gave it to Graham, and Graham flipped over it.'' Unfortunately, Philip Giffin did not win the Emmy. The award went to "Monk" on USA. |
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Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you By now you should've somehow Realised what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now Backbeat the word was on the street That the fire in your heart is out I'm sure you've heard it all before But you never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody feels The way I do about you now And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I would Like to say to you but I don't know how Because maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me ? And after all You're my wonderwall Today was gonna be the day? But they'll never throw it back to you By now you should've somehow Realised what you're not to do I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do About you now And all the roads that lead you there were winding And all the lights that light the way are blinding There are many things that I would like to say to you I don't know how I said maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me ? And after all You're my wonderwall I said maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me ? And after all You're my wonderwall Said maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me You're gonna be the one that saves me You're gonna be the one that saves me |
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Your everlasting summer
You can see it fading fast So you grab a piece of something That you think is gonna last You wouldn't know a diamond If you held it in your hand The things you think are precious I can't understand CHORUS: Are you reelin' in the years Stowin' away the time Are you gatherin' up the tears Have you had enough of mine You been tellin' me you're a genius Since you were seventeen In all the time I've known you I still don't know what you mean The weekend at the college Didn't turn out like you planned The things that pass for knowledge I can't understand CHORUS I spend a lot of money And I spent a lot of time The trip we made in Hollywood Is etched upon my mind After all the things we've done and seen You find another man The things you think are useless I can't understand CHORUS |
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I never seen you looking so bad my funky one
You tell me that your superfine mind has come undone CHORUS: Any major dude with half a heart surely will tell you my friend Any minor world that breaks apart falls together again When the demon is at your door In the morning it won't be there no more Any major dude will tell you Have you ever seen a squonk's tears? Well, look at mine The people on the street have all seen better times CHORUS I can tell you all I know, the where to go, the what to do You can try to run but you can't hide from what's inside of you
CHORUS
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I can see clearly now, the rain is gone I can see all obstacles in my way Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun shiny day I think I can make it now, the pain is gone All of the bad feelings have disappeared Here is the rainbow I've been prayin' for It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun shiny day Look all around, there's nothin' but blue skies Look straight ahead, nothin' but blue skies I can see clearly now, the rain is gone I can see all obstacles in my way Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun shiny day |
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{Scarface} You're down and out, money funny, you hustle and die On the verge of pawnin your jewelry and sellin your ride Somebody shoulda told him ain't no life in these streets You only out here 'til you touch it, when you touch it you eat Niggaz done took too many chances shovelin snow And ended up facin a lifetime for tryin to sco' I'm givin livin definitions on the subject of dope One week he back on his feet, the next he's WHOA I was a 70's baby, raised in the 80's I was barely touchin 16 when shit got crazy I remember in the 80's, me and pop would ride Now we conversate on acres we's about to buy He had already been what I'm about to go through Told me ain't no sense in gamblin if you gamble to lose If you made twelve dollars, you put seven away and lived off the five, and never ever fuck with ya safe But when ::Chorus:: When he hustle and he robbin That's when niggaz start plottin And when you niggaz start plottin Us country niggaz start mobbin - mobbin {Scarface} I'm bout my paper, these other niggaz slang for the sport Like unaware tommorrow ain't promised, the game is too short I've witnessed niggaz get it all and give it away Gettin back was out of the question, they lived for today Then the hunger pains start up, then the murderous plots to set up, they fuckin homeboy to get what he got I mean the ones he broke the bread with, the ones you don't want to be the ones fuckin your girlfriend the moment you out I know the street game backwards, forwards, sideways It used to be an honest hustle back then but nowadays it's cutthroat, that's fucked up, niggaz want they come up so bad they'll take the .357 and smoke they brother A damn shame; but, that's the way the game go A chance niggaz is takin especially if they slang dope I've been in that position, back in the day And feel my homey, hittin my head to crack in my safe And that's when ::Chorus:: When ya hustle ain't evolvin That's when niggaz start starvin And when you niggaz start starvin That's when you niggaz start robbin (when these niggaz start robbin) When these niggaz got problems That's when niggaz start plottin And when you niggaz start plottin Us country niggaz start mobbin - mobbin {Scarface} So listen up my niggaz, and I ain't tryin to preach I'm just tellin it from my side cause I'm in the streets I done been there, done that, seen a whole neighborhood destroyed by the government bein tipped off by one rat He caught a dope case and they threatened him with time He get his own fuckin people jammed and he take the five That's the shit there; they ain't even catch him with dope But they gave him thirty-five years cause the nigga done spoke Snitchin, that's a motherfucker, watch what you say You don't know no-motherfuckin-body, nigga you lame Watch your so-called homeboys, keep to yourself Stay away from niggaz gettin caught that get out of jail Don't talk about your business, keep yo' thoughts in yo' head And this game it got a paper trail, watch where ya spend Don't write down names and numbers, it's a memory thang Never shit where ya sleep, keep the crib out of range And plus you never let these niggaz know where you stay Cause when the push turns to a shove, they hit and you say.. ... true motherfuckin game... true motherfuckin game ::Chorus:: When ya hustle ain't evolvin That's when niggaz start starvin And when you niggaz start starvin That's when you niggaz start robbin When these niggaz got problems That's when niggaz start plottin And when you niggaz start plottin Us country niggaz start mobbin - mobbin |
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Well, I went home with the waitress The way I always do How was I to know She was with the Russians, too I was gambling in Havana I took a little risk Send lawyers, guns and money Dad, get me out of this I'm the innocent bystander Somehow I got stuck Between the rock and the hard place And I'm down on my luck And I'm down on my luck And I'm down on my luck Now I'm hiding in Honduras I'm a desperate man Send lawyers, guns and money The shit has hit the fan Send lawyers, guns and money... |