THE TENTH COMMANDMENT

I wish I had my neighbor’s house
I wish I had his car
He shines it up and he shows it off
By his manicured front yard
And I wish I had his salary
I wish I had his life
And I wish I had his lovely wife

She stands by the window half undressed
Does she think that I don’t see?
I swear she leaves the lights on
‘Cause she knows what it does to me
And I wish I had the nerve
To go and knock on her back door
And take her on the marble kitchen floor

Do you want it?
Do you crave it
When you know you can’t have it?
Do you need it?
Do you love it?
Thou shalt not covet

If the angle’s right you can see through the fence
Around their swimming pool
And she suns herself there, topless
When the children are at school
And I wish that God did not exist
I wish He didn’t see
The sinful thoughts inside of me

I wish I had my neighbor’s looks
I wish I had his poise
His insolent self-confidence
And his trendy upscale toys
And I pray that some misfortune
Will take it all away
So I won’t have to look at him
So I won’t have to feel this way
I’m burning up with envy
I may burn in the afterlife
But I wish I had my neighbor’s wife

Do you want it?
Do you crave it
When you know you can’t have it?
Do you need it?
Do you love it?
Thou shalt not covet

(c) 2001 Michael Stephen

"Living In My Head"
All rights reserved.
By Sara Kamin
c2001 Sara Kamin

A sticky summer in a town outside Toronto
You're on the outskirts of a world that goes far beyond
Stuck in constant rewind, living for yesterday
Always forgetting that you won't be here for long

You think I'm blinded by my rose-colored glasses
Painting my lifetime the warmest shade of red
A world made up of photos full of poses
And all because i'm living in my head
All because i'm living in my head

The same four guitar chords create an entire album
You tell me all my words tell the same old story twice
You think I'm riding on a dream that's based on nothing
But I am having the best time of my life

You think I'm blinded by my rose-colored glasses
Painting my lifetime the warmest shade of red
A world made up of photos full of poses
And all because i'm living in my head
All because i'm living in my head

How did this idea, this delusion, get into my brain?
You ask why all my songs are about heartache and pain
I should have said because without love, we all might as well be dead
But I'm the only one singing, what do you know anyway?

You think I'm blinded by my rose-colored glasses
Painting my lifetime the warmest shade of red
A world made up of photos full of poses
And all because i'm living in my head
All because i'm living in my head

c2001 Sara Kamin

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Sara

The Mission

She left her home to spread God’s word
you know his will must be done
Across the sea to Africa
the battle must be won

Into the heart of the jungle
beneath the burning sun
Trapped here like some animal hunted
nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
I won’t say I don’t regret this
How could I ever forget this?
There should have been some warning
I should not be here mourning

Down, down, down
I lost my love in Africa
Down, down, down
Into the darkest night I run

He was a native man of God
she was the missionary’s wife
Who knows what devils, what demons
possessed his soul that night
He took her with his strength and his anger
She prayed for a helping hand
But that night God became a stranger
And the lion killed the lamb

Down, down, down
I lost my love in Africa
Down, down, down
Into the darkest night I run

Somewhere there are people dying
somewhere there are souls to save
But I only hear the crying
of the children at their mother’s grave
I won’t say I don’t regret this
How can I ever forget this?
My reward for hearing the calling
My soul is lost I’m falling

Down, down, down
I lost my love in Africa
Down, down, down
Into the darkest night I run

©Kevin Bridges (Dancing Hobos)
www.dancinghobos.indiegroup.com

"Innocence Lost"
by Andrew Alexander & Roy Arismendez
copyright 2001

A tree falls in the forest,
To keep the company warm
Paper for the checks,
To buy someone a home

A car passes a field,
Of flowers so blue
It leaves behind its trash,
With no thought of me or you

The oceans and the seas are filled with things
That we no longer need
But at what cost?
The skies of blue have a hole in them
Now the sun burns baby’s skin
His innocence lost
His innocence lost

The rain falls from the sky,
It withers away the plants
A field of sand blows in the wind,
Across the farmer’s barren land

An animal lies in a pen,
Waiting for its end
A simple coat of luxury,
A little more money to spend

The oceans and the seas are filled with things
That we no longer need
But at what cost?
The skies of blue have a hole in them
Now the sun burns baby’s skin
His innocence lost
His innocence lost

A child holds his father’s hand,
And looks him in the eye
Help me daddy please,
Before the earth passes us by

The time has come for all of us,
To lead the world in peace
Something for our future,
A gift from you and me

An ocean of blue for all to see
Evolution of our land
We’re in God’s hands
The clouds of gray have a silver lining
Now the sun will light the day
And guide the way
And guide the way

If I follow my heart will I find you
At the end of the long lonely road?
If I follow my heart could I bind you
With a love that will never grow cold?

Will my life take a turn to the sunlight?
Will I know that your love is my prize?
Dare I trust that this feeling is so right
When I find I am lost in your eyes?

If I follow my heart
If I follow my heart.

While the world with its anguish pursued me
And the rest of my life seemed forlorn.
Did the love that I seek now, elude me?
Or can memories still be reborn?

If I follow my heart will you leave me
Alone with my darkness and fears?
To lose you forever would grieve me
Far more than you'll know from my tears.

If I follow my heart
If I follow my heart

If I follow my heart will I find you
At the end of the long lonely road?
If I follow my heart could I bind you
With a love that will never grow cold?

If I follow my heart
If I follow my heart.....
To your arms.

FEEL ME CALL
WORDS & MELODY - NOMI LYONNS
Copyright 2001

All that I want is to crawl right into your heart
You got to me I disregared
All the things sweet things I used to know
Strange to find I’m less than whole

BRIDGE
Seems in such a shame to me
We might not be together

CHORUS
Feel me call
Feel me call
Feel me call cry out to you baby

Maybe I live by tomorrow’s light
I hate to think of that despite
All of these things my knowing sees
I’m fashioning these fantasies

BRIDGE
Scenes of our destiny
Can truly be, remember

CHORUS

Late at night while you lay awake
Please close your eyes & concentrate
All you inhale will take you down
Within my soul I feel you form

Pull The Cork
(Words & Music: © 1994 by Mark S. Moody)

(Chorus)
Pull the cork off that bottle, once again
Be it scotch, bourbon, vodka, or rot-gut gin
As I come to, and the memory floods my mind,
Quick, pull the cork off that bottle one more time

I.
Shut the shade on that window, it's too bright
The sunshine burns my eyes, there's too much light
In the darkness I can hide, with the bottle by my side
So, quick, shut the shade on that window, and turn out the light

II.
Lock the door, don't dare answer...it's just the wind
Or maybe Tom, Dick, or Harry, or some other fair weather friend
So many have come and gone, Lord, I know they are not real
So, quick, lock the door, don't dare answer, they're here to steal

(Chorus)

III.
Take the mirror off the wall, that can't be me
So thin, so pale, so lost a man I see
Yeah, the bottle's won, I'm on the run, escaping in a lie
So, quick, take the mirror off the wall before I cry

IV.
Check the cabinets, there's got to be a stash somewhere
Pull the drawers, look on the floors, under the chairs
My mind's out of control, Lord, it burns my very soul
So, quick, check the cabinets, where did that bottle go?

(Chorus and out)

Words and Flowers
© Andrew Blott 2002

Forever - was the word that I heard you say
No never - would you want me to go away
I thought I could see it in your eyes
Now it looks like I just fantasized

Ch.
You loved me with words and flowers
The only way you knew
And sometimes in the long dark hours
I believed it too
But the steel blue of morning light
Stole the rose tint away
With the sunrise within my sight
I'm a fool if I stay
I live a life from today

Confusions - locked my mind in a prison cell
Illusions - just like Merlin's hypnotic spell
Every turn a smokescreen to distract
Anything to check the final act

A suitcase - all I have laying on the ground
The last seat - on the bus heading out of town
Waiting is no mystic art to me
That's been my life's work 'til now you see

Fragile

For whatever you may think of me,
Any thoughts you may allow,
I am not who I would like to be,
I’m just who I am right now.

And if I caused you any pain,
If the words I spoke weren't kind,
I confess, repent and take the blame.
Let’s just leave it all behind.

For we are fragile, everyone.
We all long for something more.
Things are said and things are done
And the pieces hit the floor - we are quite fragile

Humble words are not enough I know
But sometimes words are all that come.
In this empty field of quid pro quo
The last one standing wins no crown.

Whatever I did to make it hard on you, more than it ever was on me,
It was never my intention to convey indignity.

And if I caused you any pain,
If the words I spoke weren't kind,
I confess, repent and take the blame.
Let’s just leave it all behind.

For we are fragile, everyone
We all long for something more.
Things are said and things are done
As the pieces hit the floor - we see how fragile

For whatever you may think of me,
Any thoughts you may allow,
I'm not where I'd like to be,
But it's where I am right now.

Still I'm Fragile

©2001 ralston

(to hear the tune http://www.songramp.com/homepage.ez?Who=Ralston)

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Escape From Bravo
copyright 2002 Michael McDaeth

Gonna win the lotto
Gonna scream and holler
I blink again
Gonna bleed intoxication
Cause frustration
Met you one day in the corner
We agreed its almost over
When did you get sober
Your dreams they make you colder
Your dreams they make you colder

Hey alright, hey alright

The devils in the order
When did he take over
I blink again
So on down the highway
To the talk show circuit
And on the talk show circuit
Everyone is bursting
Must have won the lotto

Hey alright, hey alright

HERE IN MY MEMORY
words by Rick Paul

Verse 1:

A yellowed envelope with black and whites
Filled with you and me
Brings back memories of those summer nights
Bouncing on your knee

Pre-chorus 1:

When you'd call me your favorite girl
Though Grandma sat nearby
And as you'd wink your eye
She'd smile

Chorus:

I still miss you on these summer nights
I miss those gentle arms that held me tight
And though time can't bring you back to me
You'll always be
Here in my memory

Verse 2:

A yellow rose you laid by her side
The day that she went home
Teardrops glisten still in both our eyes
Etched in Kodachrome

Pre-chorus 2:

You told me 'bout angels' wings
And how she'd learn to fly
And as you wiped your eyes
I smiled

(repeat chorus)

Bridge:

And just before the angels took you away
I held you close to say

Chorus:

I will miss you on these summer nights
I'll miss these gentle arms that hold me tight
And until time brings you back to me
You'll always be
Here in my memory

© 2002 Rick Paul (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

Contact: Rick Paul
E-mail: rickpaul@earthlink.net
Web: http://home.earthlink.net/~rickpaul

Scribbled Letters ©Copyright 2002 by Enda Cullen

Verse 1
words - just scribbled letters
merely blue ink on a page
they so poorly reflect
the fond memories I've saved
pictures - faded pictures
merely images engraved
that captured the faces
of lovers engaged

Lift
were we so young.......unable to see
that ours was a love, not destined to be......?

Chorus
but you still sing your love songs, inside my head
songs that remind me of the good times we shared
our place by the ocean, where both of us said
that a love such as ours should never go bad
still, your reason for leaving, I can't understand
so I leave scribbled letters, for you in the sand

Instrumental Break

Verse 2
dreams - my silly dreams
of the future unfolding
they so surely betray
slim hopes that I'm holding
dance - how we'll dance
we can spin the world round
and sing a new song
of lost-love being found

Chorus (variation)
but till then, sing your love songs, inside my head
songs that remind me of the good times we shared
our place by the ocean, where both of us said
that a love such as ours should never go bad
still, your reason for leaving, I can't understand
so I leave scribbled letters, for you in the sand

Tag
so I leave scribbled letters for you in the sand

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TEXAS IS ONE SONG AWAY
Words & Music Rick Dinsmore

MY SONGS THEY ARE THE SIMPLE KIND
AS ANYONE CAN TELL
THERE'S A LITTLE BIT OF FAMILY
THERE'S A SMALL PART OF TEXAS AS WELL
AND WHENEVER I FEEL LONESOME
I JUST CLOSE MY EYES AND PLAY
THEN I'M NOT ALONE, I JUST SING ME BACK HOME
IT'S JUST ONE SONG AWAY

CHORUS
TEXAS IS ONE SONG AWAY
I CLOSE MY EYES AND PLAY
THEN I'M NOT ALONE I JUST SING ME BACK HOME
IT'S JUST ONE SONG AWAY

THE YEARS HAVE COME AND THE YEARS HAVE GONE
SINCE I CAUGHT THAT WESTBOUND PLANE
I JUST STRUM ME SOME CHORDS
AND I SING ME SOME WORDS AND I'M
RIGHT BACK HOME AGAIN
I MAY NEVER SEE ALL MY OLD FRIENDS AGAIN
STILL THEY'RE CLEAR AS THEY CAN BE
I MAY NEVER COME HOME TO TEXAS AGAIN
BUT TEXAS CAN COME HOME TO ME

REPEAT CHORUS

Are You There
(c)1996 Paul Freynet

V1.
Are you there?
Well another day ends,
just leave the little things you need to do.
Come out and howl,
wild as the first moment you knew.

V2.
Are you there?
Well... it's falling evening now,
out here, to the growing shadow,
come wail the wail
that wild dogs and mad poets know.

Bridge:
Take what began
like every other day,
make it an ongoing story
that nobody else could ever tell
well...

V3.
if you're there speak
to the gathering dark
in your heart be a true savage
and we'll never fade,
we'll rage... rage...

.anodyne. (c)2002 james b. willard

singing songs of stars, i found a letter inside (i forgot):
what warm winded interstate can cry when i can not?
and there but for the grave and god go i, it's just the same
(as if you know it's real when love is proven by the pain).

with whit beknownst to stone, time for the sea only exists
to undermine the efforts and to cut the exposed wrists.
the ocean meets the dreams of lovers all engaged in it -
their battered broken battled nightmares of a sinking ship.

and though i know the forest takes you there and brings you sleep;
without the will engaged, the darkness brings you apathy.
so singing songs of stars i found a letter that i thought you'd lost,
where inside you confessed exactly how you've paid the cost.

[chorus]: when she returns, the stars all rise and when i see them, sigh,
to fall asleep without a name, you know how hard i've tried.
this gathering of notes beneath the city's scream is anodyne:
still singing songs of stars, of life support and balancings.

can all this pass to quell the bleeding waves of yesterday?
the charts restored through means of undertow and tidal sway?
with heartless missions here to there, you'll find they're all resolved
to choke the life from faith and leave the victims unabsolved.

and all to soon, you ask just what it is that i cannot forget
the world is flat, the demons real, and still the street beget
a sick and homeless boy who found himself lost out at sea;
too near the edge without a sail or oars or his beliefs.

when she returns, the stars all rise and when i see them, sigh,
to fall asleep without a name, you know how hard i've tried.
this gathering of notes beneath the city's scream is anodyne:
still singing songs of stars, of life support and balancings.

The following lyrics are for entry into your current lyric contest.

Gene Carrington

The Last Real Cowboy

Jeds' collie lay beside the bunkhouse door
Waitin' like she always did for Jed to do his chores
His battered saddle leaned against the pole corral
Where Jeds' old pony dozed, fightin' flies off with his tail

He?d give no more advise about the kind of men to hire
They?d miss his yarns, when they sat, by the evening roundup fires
They?d miss his lonesome songs, about his old weekend loves
And his way of provin? every day, he could still keep up

And his rusty spurs lay on the bunkhouse floor
By his old hat and six-gun, he won't be needin' anymore
His bible on a table, by his bed
'Ol Jed, the last real cowboy, was dead

Jed taught green, young cowhands, how to throw a rope
How to gentle down wild horses, and respect their older folks
He quoted from the bible, and taught them how to pray
Jed showed them that a cowboy, worshipped God a special way

They took Jed out and buried him, on a grassy mesa top
By a little creek that runs dry, when the Texas sun gets hot
His funeral was all cowboy, men that called 'ol Jed their friend
Jed was the last real cowboy, he rode a lifetime for the brand

And his rusty spurs lay on the bunkhouse floor
By his old hat and six-gun, he won't be needin' anymore
His bible on a table, by his bed
'Ol Jed, the last real cowboy, was dead

'Ol Jed the last real cowboy was dead
?Ol Jed the last real cowboy was dead

© All Rights Reserved-Gene Carrington-BMI Writer

Advice for the Oversensitive
By Mindy S. Kornberg

Verse:
Welcome to our dysfunctional age.
Get used to living in your private emotional cage.
Reaching out can be harmful to your health.
You’ve got to lower your expectations.
Don’t take everything to heart.
Don’t look to friends for salvation,
Just learn to play your part,

Chorus:
And don’t be so sensitive!
Can’t you even take a joke?
Don’t be so sensitive!
Chill out and have a smoke!
Don’t be so sensitive!
You can’t walk around like an open sore.
No one plays by the golden rule anymore.

Verse:
Discover your personal resources.
Stand on your own two f---ing feet!
This world has got no room for crybabies.
It’s all for none and none for all.
There ain’t no more Musketeers.
It’s every man for him self now.
So hey get your ass in gear!

Chorus:
And don’t be so sensitive.
You’ve got to learn how to take a joke.
Don’t be so sensitive.
Chill out and have a toke.
Don’t be so sensitive.
You can’t walk around like an open sore.
No one plays by the golden rule anymore.

Verse:
Now is the time of empowerment.
Put your assertiveness training to work!
Quit all your whining and just rock and roll with the punches.
Your feelings are a dime a dozen.
Don’t bore me with your tale of woe.
Hey, you know I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve gotta go.

Chorus:
So don't be so sensitive!
It’s high time you learned how to take a joke.
You’re just oversensitive!
Chill out man! Don’t have a stroke!
And don’t be so sensitive!
Why walk around like an open sore?
No one plays by the golden rule anymore. (x2)
No one plays by that golden rule anymore.

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Lord She Taketh Away

I wish that I could tell you why
and wish that I could say good bye.
You cannot break what's broke before,
you cannot hurt what's there no more.

There ain't no chance to save you now,
I'll just look away, won't make a sound.
I've never kept a friend before,
I've never seen a girl worth more.

Decline the care, don't see the use.
I saw you there call that the proof.
You've asked for more then tore my skin
and broke me down, one time, again.

Try and control my jealous thing,
try not to show my selfish need.
I'd never tell like this before
but goddam that girl, she's got it all.

Copyright, 2000, Gregg Panich.
< hear it at - egotripband.com -

OLD GEEZER UNIVERSITY
by The Therapy Sisters

Julia got her high school diploma in 1948
But the first of five kids came later that year so higher education had to wait
Now her kids are all grown with kids of their own
She helped them all make it through
They think Julia’s waiting round to die
But there’s something Julia’s dying to do
She said, “You can only play so much bingo
It’s not about grades or degrees”
The years have taken their toll now she wants to enroll in
Old Geezer University.

Harry studied law like his father, and practiced 35 years
Though music was always his first love, it was never dad’s choice of careers
Now dad's long gone and his wife has passed on
His life has gone exactly as planned
He takes his trumpet from the closet, heads over to Geezer
To try out for the marching band
Harry’s heard his last deposition
He doesn’t need another degree
He just wants to keep learning so Harry’s returning to
Old Geezer University

They're not in school for their parents
Their motivation is clear
No one falls asleep in the back of class
In fact, they all sit up front so they can hear

Though the handouts are printed in extra-large type
The minds are still sharp, the hearts are young
Instead of Gap jeans and Dockers, you'll see sup hose and walkers
But not a single pierced tongue

Now, the local junior college sends its freshman class to study history at Geezer U
They spend the semester with the first-hand accounts
Of the history their classmates lived through
Some went to war, some joined the Peace Corp
Some saw the century through
As they uncover the past, those youngsters learn fast
Soon they’ll be geezers too,
Saying, “You can only play so much bingo
It’s not about grades or degrees”
I hope the time comes when we’ll all be alums from
Old Geezer University

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"Extraordinary Tuesday"
(c) 2001 Heather Gallay

-verse 1-
There's a loud clamor on my bedroom door
And it startles me from sleep
He says, National disaster on the television
I think you'd better see

-verse 2-
Groggy from my dreams, I descend the stairs
I can't believe my eyes
Oh, God! Oh, good God, New York City's dying
And it was homicide

-chorus-
Something inside me changed
Everything outside seems strange
What can I do? What can I say?

Red, white and blue is waving
Our injured souls need saving
On this extraordinary Tuesday

-verse 3-
Now there's a war raging on foreign land
And the enemy, he has no name
So we're fighting faceless monsters with our blindfolds on
The truth is, we don't know who to blame

-verse 4-
Don't you see what fell down that September morning?
It wasn't just the sky
A generation once removed from the Hawks and Doves
Is being forced to fly

-chorus-
Something inside me changed
Everything outside seems strange
What can I do? What can I say?

Red, white and blue is waving
Our injured souls need saving
On this extraordinary Tuesday

-chorus 2-
Something inside me changed
Everything outside seems strange
What can I do? What can I say?

Looking through different eyes
Watching this world slowly die
On this extraordinary Tuesday

------------------
Heather Gallay
VerbôCity: Where the Lyrics Live

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LIVING ON THE FRINGES
by Lisa Parkins

A wild child behind each door
A million men for every whore.
Up three flights with a key that sticks
The feverish bettors
And the longshot romantics.
Garment center, immigrant Atlantis
Land of skaters, breakers, streetwise Kings.
Goodbye, to a city that died
And went to heaven.

There they go, living on the fringes
Everywhere, living on the fringes
There they go, living on the fringes.

Old Westside ladies in Dairy restaurants
Walking, talking, arm in arm.
The dancing babies housed in convents
The stay at home who pay no never mind.
Here we have the heartless
Here we have the helpless
Standing in the doorways
Freezing in the night.
Goodbye, to a city that died
And went to heaven.

There they go, living on the fringes
Everywhere, living on the fringes
There they go, living on the fringes.

The backseat bankers in their towncars
Ride unseen -- they keep their windows dark.
Downtown drunks on steaming August sidewalks
Souls in transit sleeping in the parks.
Mortified in asphalt
Petrified in cornerstones
The blood, the bones, a cardboard home.
Goodbye, to a city that died
And went to heaven.

There they go, living on the fringes
Everywhere, living on the fringes
There they go, living on the fringes.

Copyright 2002 by Lisa Parkins

http://www.MP3.com/LisaParkins

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"Where the sidewalk ends"
by: scumgrief

lekberg/martin

2001 die trying music

with the innocence of a child - i have left my soul behind - believing in the purity - that i cannot seem to find - the delusion of accomplishment - lures all of us away again - rat racing towards destruction - scorched by the fire fueled from within

pre-chorus

and I don't care where the stakes are at - i've burned that bridge I won't build it back - 'cause all that i can feel inside is that i need you

chorus

left waiting for the world - standing out here - where the sidewalk ends

And if I had never been born - then you would make no difference - all the hurtfull things you've done to me - would be of no consequence - black listed loser left to wade in my own demise - disgusted with me I see it in your eyes - don't tell me i'm not good enough to take you back - i won't let you use my weakness to hide what you lack

I need someone to tell me it's ok to sleep - this scab I keep picking - the pain I can't seem to make go away - and in this hurt filled world - i'm trying to be your cornerstone - I just can't seem to be your christ

pre-chorus

and underneath my soul's turned black - as I claw to get back on track - and I wonder where you are right now when i need you

chorus

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never mistake lack of talent for genius

THE SUVIVOR SONG
(written for breast cancer survivor event)
Lisa Vincent, songwriter

(Intro)
As we go about our day
Never knowing what will be
The unexpected comes our way
And we must face adversity

(Verse)
No this cannot be true
As I ask, Why me?
Oh what will I do
No this just can't be happening

Now I feel so darn tired
As I wake to face the day
Well I must be inspired
So this is what I say

(Chorus)
Stand up, stand tall!
Even if I fall
Reach out, reach high!
I can, I will
Survive

(Verse)

As I walk along
I see above the clouds
The sun keeps shinning on
Refusing to fade out

Oh this beautiful site
Will I ever see again?
Well I just might
If I don't give in

(Bridge)
And some days I will hurt
And some days I will cry
But with faith, hope and love
I know I'll survive

(Verse)
With help from those who care
I will win this fight
Then I'll be more aware
Of the value of life

(Chorus)
Stand up, stand tall!
Even if you fall
Reach out, reach high!
You can, you will, survive

Stand up, stand tall
Even if we fall!
Reach out, reach high
We can, we will survive!

copyright 2002

SADNESS
Music & Lyric by Salvatore Liggieri (BMI)

Leave me
I’ll be lonely but leave me
Let me find someone new
To share my life
To give me love
I don’t get from you

SADNESS
Loving you is my SADNESS
I’ll get over this feeling
Knowing when you depart
Then I can start
To heal my aching heart

Leave me
I’ll be lonely but leave me
I just want you to know
That I'm so hurt
There will be tears
When I let you go

SADNESS
Loving you is my SADNESS
I can’t go on pretending
Knowing love is a lie
There is no why
Just leave, don’t say goodbye

SADNESS
Loving you is my SADNESS
My SADNESS

© 2002 by Salvatore Liggieri
2161-60th St Brooklyn NY 11204-2507
718-259-4782 sligg@hotmail.com

Angels
a lullaby by Yolanda

Why do you feel so out of place? So out of touch with the human race? You don't seem to understand why your brother won't lend a helping hand. Why do people tear apart your tender heart? Why does the night time seem so dark when the light shines inside your heart?

We are angels and we're struggling' to be human.

You tell me of the things you fear. You push away then you pull me near. You tell me of your fantasies. I love the way that you speak honestly. Why is it so hard to love the one you've been dreaming of? Don't you see yourself in me? Don't you see what we can be?

We are angels and we're struggling' to be human.

Time heals all pain. That's the way of the world. Time will bring you 'round again. That's the way of the world.

We are angels and we're struggling' to be human.

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Yolanda!
drag queen singer,songwriter
www.yolanda.net

THE WILLOW
Kent Douglas/Dan Schibler/Nicole Witt
Copyright reserved

VERSE
She stares at a photograph, a picture of him
Tryin' to bring it to life
It was taken in summer, beneath a willow tree
On the day they became man and wife
But now there's frost on the window
And that willow tree's buried in white
She wonders how it bears the weight of the storm
And how she'll make it through one more night

CHORUS
But the willow bears the weight
With a strength she just can't find
And who could bear her fate
Love taken from her, ahead of its time
But they tell her that time heals all
And someday the pain will be gone
The willow bears the weight of the storm
But she's barely hangin' on

VERSE
So she clings to his pillow, and remembers the years
And thinks about what should have been
Oh she's so cold inside that it's frozen her tears
And she thinks about just givin' in
Then she looks at the face of their child as he sleeps
A boy who looks just like the man
And she knows he needs her to be like that willow
So against the storm she'll stand

CHORUS
Oh, the willow bears the weight
And somehow she will find
The strength to bear her fate
Love taken from her, ahead of its time
And maybe time does heal all
And someday the pain will be gone
The willow bears the weight of the storm
And somehow she'll carry on
She will carry on

Thankyou

This is a song for all of my friends.
They brought me back when I thought life wasn't worth living anymore.

I was down
there was no way out
the pain wouldn't go away
but they knew just what to say

I thought my life was over
there was nothing left for me to do
but with a few encouraging words
they changed it all around.

Thankyou for being there
for being my friend
when I was in doubt
you pulled me out
and showed me that you cared

I thought I had no one.
Everything was so dark
my destiny was finished
and I had diminished
but they had different plans
they just had to make me understand
that there was still hope for me

Thankyou for being there
for being my friend
when I was in doubt
you pulled me out
and showed me that you cared

Now I'm so happy
I can't say why
my life is no longer a waste of my time

They showed me that I could change
and now nothing will ever be the same

Thankyou for being there
for being my friend
when I was in doubt
you pulled me out
and showed me that you cared

My friends, thankyou.
I owe you my life
In time of doubt
you pulled me out
and to you forever I am true
you are my friends
my lifeline
thankyou

Alicia Telena © 2002

Lyric entry:
NOT I
Some say that happiness is just a memory
The way we used to feel in days gone by
Some say that we won't ever be so carefree
But not I. Not I.
I say that happiness is right beside us
It's here and now we shouldn't look too far
With family and gentle friends to guide us
And people who accept us as we are.
Some say that we were better off in times of yesterday
But I can't live in memories. That's just not my way.
Some speak of happiness as days gone by,
But not I. Not I

Some say that happiness is in the future.
In five years they'll be where they want to be.
They say when they have money they'll be happy.
But not me. Not me.
I say that life's a garden full of flowers
That bloom at different times along the way.
Some aspect of your life blooms every hour.
Enjoy it now before it fades away.
Some talk about the future and they make it sound so grand.
But I'd just rather be right here. I'm happy where I am.
Some say the future's where they want to be.
But not me. Not me.
Some say that happiness belongs to others
And its too late for them to even try
And some would deny we're sisters and we're brothers
But not I. Not I.
Not I. Not I.

By Bob King

" I Just Want to Love More. "
C 2002 Timothy Kelly
Words and Music.
All Rights Reserved.

I Just Want to Love More.

You remind me of every love, that I've ever had before.
When I'm with you, I just want to love more.
You remind me of every love song, that I've ever heard before.
When you whisper, I just want to love more..
I just want to love more.

I just want to love more. Whatever it takes.
Sometimes life breaks, our love can fix anything and everything.
I just want to love more. With you by my side.
Together we can grow love inside.
I just want to love more.

You remind me of every love, that I've ever had before.
When I'm with you, I just want to love more.
You remind me of every time, every time I've touched love before.
When you touch me, I just want to love more.
I just want to love more.

I just want to love more. As much as it takes.
My heart doesn't need brakes. Just keep on loving, loving, loving.
I just want to love more. With you by my side.
Together we can grow love inside.
I just want to love more.

I just want to love more.
I just want to love more, love more, love more.

I DON’T MIND
copyright 2001 Wade Biery
From the STILL CD "I don't mind"

Fools wait for life
Fools wait for life to raise it’s head
What dreams will come if no-one’s there
Who really cares
All those who care please raise your hands
A new salute to no one there

Well I don’t mind
If I don’t find a world that I believe in
I’ll take my time for something else
Cold winter skies
Clouds in my eyes and dreams of empty spaces
I’ll take my time for something else

Who waits for love
What’s love a dream of something fair
What good’s a dream if no one’s there
What lovers touch
What memory could feel this rare
A dream that fades if no one’s there

(CHORUS)

Fools wait for love
Fools wait for love to raise it’s head
What dreams will come if no-one’s there

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Real Life
©2001 Laurie Pagano Williams

I lay my head down
and I close my eyes, and I
listen to the sounds
going on outside
my window
It’s real life out there
I picture all their faces
and what they might be doing now
Where is everybody going
where could they all be bound
outside my window
leaving me behind

I imagine smiles on all their faces
but yet can still see the tears in their eyes

I pick my head up
and pull the curtain aside, and I
look at individuals
try to imagine what they’re feeling
inside
Do they know what I know

I walk over to the mirror
do I still like what I see, can I
still be a part of them
can they still be a part
of the life
that I used to know

There isn’t any truth to being here
'cause I'll always be someone else’s lie
I pick my feet up
and I walk up to the door
I see that it’s raining
just like the time before
It should be different
But it all looks the same

I lay my head down
and I close my eyes, and I
listen to the sounds
going on outside
my window
It’s real life out there

LIFE ON THE LINE

I was calving in the spring time I was working up a sweat.
My helper poised and ready, #53 was a sure bet.
In hard, hard labor, a calf was due in time.
The mother cow was working hard, her calves life was on the line.

Time has her own way to let us see the light.
We do the best that we can do, we give it all our might.
We struggle and we persevere it all comes out in time.
Go for it kiddo, when your life is on the line.

Working on the fence line, the post was set and strong.
Thinking of my life with her, where did it all go wrong?
A sudden shuddered rattle, a snake two feet from mine.
What do you do in a time like this, when your life is on the line?

Time has her own way to let us see the light.
We do the best that we can do, we give it all our might.
We struggle and we persevere it all comes out in time.
Go for it kiddo, when your life is on the line.

At the kitchen table, with a pen stuck in my hand.
Trying to keep the ranch afloat, so I don’t lose my land.
The telephone it rings so loud…. it jogs my place in time.
A troubled youth, who wants advice, My kids life is on the line.

Time has her own way to let us see the light.
We do the best that we can do, we give it all our might.
We struggle and we persevere it all comes out in time.
Go for it kiddo, when your life is on the line.
Go for it kiddo, when your life is on the line.
© 2001 William Kenneth Porta 1217 St Johns Billings, MT 59102 406-896-8098

SINCE THE CALENDARS BLEW AWAY...
(Hayman) 1999

Just smile and look around

No one knows what time it is
No on really cares
No one knows what day it is
They’re not rushing anywhere
Since the calendars blew away
Everyone lives for today

And the roosters will crow letting us know “Rise and shine from bed”
There’s no deadlines to blow our minds and ache our stressed out heads
And the children will sing, they’re not cramming it in before that school bell rings
And the people will flow stop and say hello

Just smile and look around

No one knows what time it is
No on really cares
No one knows what day it is
They’re not rushing anywhere
Since the calendars blew away
Everyone lives for today

See the shining sun casting shadows on the world that we all love
And the shooting stars that spark our dreams and streak the skies above
Every day will come every day will go, tomorrow never knows
There’s no growing old as our lives unfold

Just smile and look around

No one knows what time it is
No on really cares
No one knows what day it is
They’re not rushing anywhere
Since the calendars blew away
Everyone lives for today

Everybody lives, everybody lives for today

Just smile and look around!!!!

Circles
by Chris Nelson
Copyright 1990 Chris Nelson
as recorded by Fishkill on the CD "Past Mistakes"

I get up every day to the same old beat;
I get up go to work with the same old heat
Just once, I'd love to break with this old routine
I'd go to the mountains
or out to the desert

Circles, Circles,
Living life in a circle
Circles, Circles,
Running around in circles

I wonder what its like on an open road
Wandering free, about like a TV hero
We could set our own rules as we take control
Whatever we please
This is what free means

Circles, Circles,
Living life in a circle
Circles, Circles,
Running around in circles

I guess that reality is the only way
Someday we'll have our dreams, but not today
so we'll go on living in the same old way
like programmed robots
the haves and the have-nots

Circles, Circles,
Living life in a circle
Circles, Circles,
Running around in circles

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I am the War
C 2002 Arlon Bennett 609-890-4948
PO Box 84, Princeton, NJ 08542

I have seen the scattered legions
of battle weary men
breaking ranks from burning tanks
who never go home again

And I have been declared
on parchments of gold
yet taken lives while leaving wives
with their stories still untold

I'm the price
for being free
To be all that
you can be
Tie a ribbon
'round the old oak tree
Remember me…
I am the war

I have raped the local high school
and cleared the general store
Just when you think I'm over
I come running back for more

I have carved my niche’ on headstones
and left footprints in parades
Once we’ve met you don't forget
my memory never fades

I take but
don't give back
In every park
I leave a plaque
I never call
when I come back
Always in black..
I am the war

So you say you want a revolution
now that's a special deal!
just find a cause and take a pause
before your final meal_______________

And I can be civil
but I’ve been around the world
I have left my bloody legacy
on every flag that is unfurled

Oh I don't care
who is to blame
I just load and
take my aim
and if you never
heard my name…
always the same…
I am the war

Oh yes it’s me…
in flesh and blood
I never get enough…
I am the War…

I have rung the tolling bell
and been sung by troubadours
Don't be shocked if when you knock
that I meet you at the door

Oh, I've seen the
few the proud
not afraid to
cry out loud
I stand out
in a crowd
under the shroud…

If you wonder
why the thunder
and the fire never cease
just ask peace
I am the war…

- Arlon Bennett

Great song about a good friend. This song will be aired on TV in NYC, Atlanta, LA and several other cities next month! We won another contest! Check it out:

Title: The Disciple
He sees, the Light beyond the clouds
Despite society, lives his life for Thee
A Seer he will hear, what others wish and fear, ahh…
City fly, Spirit high
Beckons all to kiss the sky
CHORUS:
Devil’s Slide, Heaven’s ride
Breathing tide, Thoughts collide
Touching souls, Feeling places
Bleeding hearts and Reading faces
CHORUS
Nomad, Wanderlust he roams
Sharing peace and Turning stones
CHORUS
He sees, the End as all too near
The Date that isn’t clear, truth in a deity
He lives eternity, all his faith in Thee
Hearing all the Word as true, Dr. Scott relays it too
Tide sweeps out the excess sin, Dreams reveal the Soul within
Rockaway bound, Waves of sound, "Burrough" at the Soul
Caves of wonder roll the tide, and the ocean will extol
By Collette & Bob Hutson (Ultima Thule)

SONG TITLE: Get Into It
Songwriter: Elbert Montgomery Jr. (BMI)
Copyright:2002

CHORUS: baby get into it - when you're at the end of your rope you gotta keep going - baby get into it - come on get into it - baby get into it - when the going gets tough then the tough get going - baby get into it - come on get into it

VERSE 1: I wrote this rhyme for my people standing at the end of your rope and feeling down and out like you just can't cope - and being so broke you can't afford to eat stomach cramp'n so bad that you can't even sleep - or let alone smile when people stop and speak living from check to check just to make end meet - and to make matters worse you're in a deep depression and about to get laid off because of the recession - I came to give you hope and help you left your head up ause when you at the bottom the only way to go is up - just maintain your focus and keep yourself together sometimes in life your gonna hit some stormy weather - and appreciate the fact that you still got your life and at the end of the tunnel there's bound to be some light - and if you don't think so I know so, it's true you're not the only one going through what you're going through - I done seen some hard times in my life so many memories come to mind of the day I lost my wife at the age of 34 she lost her life to cancer and I could've gave up but that wasn't the answer - see I got to keep moving I got two boys to raise and I know as time pass there will be some brighter days - so each and every day I kneel down and pray and thank GOD for allowing me to see another day

CHORUS: baby get into it - when you're at the end of your rope you gotta keep going - baby get into it - come on get into it - baby get into it - when the going gets tough then the tough get going - baby get into it - come on get into it

VERSE 2: I conquered many struggles in my lifetime and one of the biggest ones was writing these rhymes - sit'n back wondering if I was going to make it and if I got a change I knew that I would take it - but look at me now CEO style Around The World Records how you like me now - who ever knew…that E M J would be an household name - Who ever knew… that I would be the one that would shake up this game - and dispite of the fact that I was the only one doing it I hustled the streets and I managed to sell units - these local cats mad cause that could've done the same but I shake them haters off and I charge it to the game - and you should do the same when other folks try to diss you cause when you finally make it they be the ones trying to get with you - and listen make sure you realize this cause backstabbers come in all colors, shapes and sizes - It could be your man, a friend of a friend, your girlfriend, a stranger your next of kind - you never know cause now a days they hide it oh so well but when you need help it won't be hard to tell - the moral of this verse is to follow your dreams but keep one eye open for those who swallow your dreams - and when your feeling tired like you just can't do it just focus on your mission and get in to it

My Idyllic Man
(words & music by shari moss)

He's morning in the evening
he's sunlight in the night
he's tender in the madness
he makes everything so right

(chorus)
He's my fantasy idyllic man
on my mind and in my soul
he's the other half of wholeness
he's the embers of the coal

He's calming when the storm comes
he's rightness in the wrong
he's the missing link to lifelines
he's the reason for the song

(chorus)

He's softness in the grating
he's magic in the grind
he's whispers in the silence
he's harmony in my mind

(chorus)

He's morning in the evening
he's sunlight in the night
he's tender in the madness
he makes everything so right...

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songstress in the making

THANK YOU - THANK YOU VERY MUCH
I remember when I was 13 and he was 23
I tried to comb my hair like his for all the world to see
I wore my collar turned up high like he was doing then
And I went to ev'ry movie that he was ever in

I saw him just one time on stage - a concert in Ft.Worth
It's a wonder that we got there - some trip for my old truck
But I would've walked ev'ry mile just to get to hear him sing
A million flashbulbs glowed that day
A tribute to the king

CHORUS:
Sometimes I can't believe the king is really gone
Cause ev'ry day on the radio the dj's play his songs
And I think about the millions of lives the man has touched
And I still hear him sayin' "Thank you-thank you very much"

I still have all his record from the beginning to the end
Now and then I get them out and give each one a spin
And as I listen to the man as he pours out his soul
I wish that we were face to face so I could let him know
You made my life better - I'm one more soul you touched
And Id like to say thank you - thank you very much

Chorus:
Sometimes I can't believe the king is really gone
Cause ev'ry day on the radio the dj's play his songs
And I think about the millions of lives the man has touched
And I still hear him saying "Thank you - thank you very much"
I still hear him saying "Thank you - thank you very much"

Hypnotic Paradise

Hemmingway on the shelf but she hasn’t got the time,
There’s a fashion statement to be made at the local wine and dine.
With a Betty Davis’ attitude and a voice like Lauren Bacall,
She makes the scene with 14 drinks, desensitized to it all.
The waiter’s wearing Lucky Strikes and smoke rings in his hair
He tries to gain her confidence with a phony James Dean stare.
He serves a tray of images to fit her self esteem
She can sample each one before she picks how she’d like to be seen.

Ohh, it’s a long way, back home.
Facing the illusions all alone.

Chorus:

It’s a Hypnotic Paradise, all’s not what it seems
You think you know what’s going on, but there’s more behind the scenes.
The streets are filled with mirrors and masks,
you see what they want you to see,
It’s a Hypnotic Paradise, you’ve become what they want you to be.

Post Chorus:
Oh oh oh oh, take me home. It’s a Hypnotic Paradise
Oh oh oh oh, take me home It’s a Hypnotic Paradise
Oh oh oh oh, take me home It’s a Hypnotic Paradise
Oh oh oh oh, take me home It’s a Hypnotic Paradise

The walls are filled with 8 by 10’s of ‘please remember me’s.’
That look like what Rod Serling saw in a made for TV dream.
The closets are now opened up and repression poured in.
Screaming out defiance and professing no sins.
The gatekeeper’s bed post are now bowed from the strain.
He’s become so open minded that it’s flattened out his brain.
His daughter now bears kids for the all star football team
And his son is selling secrets to a third world death regime.

Ohh, it’s a long way, back home.
Facing the illusions all alone

Repeat Chorus:

Repeat Post Chorus:

The mayor’s bending over in the corner making a deal.
To take money from the kid’s school fund and give it to Lucille.
Who’ll give it to her uncle’s friend across the state line.
Who’ll bring back another factory and votes for election time.
A ghost is sometimes heard telling stories about the songs.
That Roy Buchanan and Danny Gatton played all night long.
There’s an angel with an old blues harp waiting outside the door.
Singing tunes about the ones never heard from anymore.

Ohh, it’s a long way, back home.
Facing the illusions all alone.

Repeat Chorus:

Repeat Post Chorus:

© 2001 Terry G. Reed

AIRE (c) 1976 Roy Wheelock aka wroy
(in the manner of a folk song)

Way out under Western skies
Way out dark October lies
South Missouri onyx caves
Smokey Mountain coal filled haze
Is the air that I breath

I once knew an Indian
Said all this trouble and woe
Is due to the fact that the first white man
Just ripped him off his soul

Northern California
Is where I wanted to be
Northern California
Where the wind comes from the sea
Northern California
Oh I wish you still could be
But we built the Bart
Hey another New York
and chopped the Redwoods down for trees

Oh Canadian mountain range
South Texican border range
Broad Midwestern cattle range
North American Missile Range
Protect me, just let me be
The Earth and me

We're killing off the ocean
We're mucking up the sea
They say the Great Gulf Stream ain't running
Not the way that it used to be
And the government is saying
You can see it in the fields and streams
(and in the children)
And the air that you breath

Northern California
Is where I wanted to be
Northern California
With the Spirits in the Trees
Northern California
Oh I wish you still could be
When the land turns into sea

Alaskan Mountains high
Oh, how the Florida beaches lie
To the Earth is who we owe our lives
And the air that we breath
And the air that we breath
And the air that we breath

Hal’s Theme
(Gordon Ondis ©2001)

Verse
Are you a woman waiting for love?
Hoping for a knight in shining armor,
Whose view of you is more soul mate than
Cut rate snake charmer?

Someone to love you for your inner princess
You know you’re talkin’ ‘bout the ideal man,
Sympathetic, empathetic, with a good
Attention span.

Chorus 1:
Well it’s not Hal, He’s not the one
Stay away from Hal -- it’s just a rule of thumb
Well it’s not Hal, no it’s not him,
He’s romantic root canal with a cheshire grin.

Verse
Are you tired of the all the compromise?
Like to leave your lonely life behind?
Sick of Vincent van Gogh guys
Tryin' to slice you a piece of mind?

Another night you spend alone
Try not to think about the years ahead
If you keep on ... on your own, you’ll join
The living dead.

Chorus

Break
Where do you go when you haven’t got a clue?
Who can you turn to for a gentle point of view?
How many times can you wish upon a star,
To find a lover better than a chocolate bar?

Chorus

(c) 2001 Gerry Tetz

This Earth, Our Home

Paradise
Forest deep
Man alone
Fast asleep
Smiling warm
Breathing life
Newly formed
Comes his wife

(Chorus)
This earth
Our home
Created by God
This earth
Took form
Perfected because
God made it
He made it
For me

Golden light
Spins their clothes
Unashamed
Never cold
Earth and sky
Sea and land
Birthday gifts
From God's hand

(Chorus)

Many years
Since that day
Many tears
Blur our way
Perfect love
On His throne
Will restore
Earth, our home

(Chorus, fade)

If you feel oppressed by GW Bush & fascism, please check out the lyrics to my song Offend.

Gloria from Ringmaster

OFFEND

Don’t want to offend
Let us pretend
The system is just
Don’t abandon your trust
You’ve invested too much

It’s an outrage
Won’t goose step in your parade
Your fascist regime is insane
Repression on selection day

You got the FBI, CIA, IRS
And the NRA brigade

Too much, too much
Well, I want to offend
Don’t want to pretend
You know the system’s unjust
Better abandon your trust
You ain’t invested enough

Offend

[This message has been edited by Gloria (edited 08-29-2002).]

[This message has been edited by Gloria (edited 08-29-2002).]

(No Slowing) THE HANDS OF TIME
Words & music by Ann-Marita Bjoerdal
© 2001 Ann-Marita Bjoerdal. All rights reserved.

1. Miss Suzy Small town used to dance like a dream
Made the move to big city, bright lights
But "Flashdance" was only a movie she'd seen
and pounding pavement made the money tight
So after the sun set on Sunset Boulevard
She'd slide down poles and bare 'most all for rent
At thirty-five, she felt she'd played her last card
She'd give anything to be sixteen and innocent

Chorus:
The hands of time won't slow down
Life takes you to the next round
Face each day, embrace the learning
Roll with the wheels that keep on turning
The lesson is love, the lesson is life
Welcome growing, there ain't no slowing
The hands of time

2. Mr. Used-To-Be Good-Looking Corporate Ace
Faced fifty, ain't life full of surprises
Found himself reminiscing his college days
Family life was too filled with compromises
So he dyed the gray right out of his hair
Pursued a come-on from the coffee-place chick
Walked right out on his wife of thirty years
Then called her up whenever he felt homesick

Chorus.

3. Grandmother Joan's heart decided to give in
When she'd made it to seventy-nine
Her only son's theory was wearin' thin
That for another ten years, she'd be fine
Family gathered around the bed, cryin'
Not ready to see her pass away
Grandmother whispered: "No big deal, I'm just dyin'
But first, there's something I need to say"

Chorus.
The hands of time won't slow down
Life takes you to the next round
Face each day, embrace the learning
Roll with the wheels that keep on turning
The lesson is love, the lesson is life
Welcome growing, there ain't no slowing
The hands of time
Welcome growing, there ain't no slowing
The hands of time.

"If I Had a Castle"
Lyric and music by Michael Barretto
All rights Reserved
©2002 Michael Barretto

(slow-moderate)
Intro

If I had a castle
With a moat all around
I’d sit in the window
And watch the sun going down
I’d catch me some fishes
And watch the falcons soar
And all of those changes
Couldn’t touch me anymore
If I had a castle,
What a score

And if I was a falcon
Flying high above the ground
Looking down at all those people just milling around
I’d perch up in a treetop
And maybe I’d sing
And all that down below me
Wouldn’t mean anything.
If I was a falcon baby,
I’d have me some wings

instrumental

With my woman by my side
Play some guitar, a little slide
Just let the clouds… roll on by
It could rain, and it could pour
Turn it up just a little more
Well if I had my woman, I’d love her some more

instrumental - same as intro

And if I had a castle
With a moat all around
I’d sit in the window
And watch the sun going down
I’d catch me some fishes
And watch the falcons soar
And all of those changes
Couldn’t touch me anymore
If I had a castle,
What a score

(out on instrumental)

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Michael Barretto
Swingin' it Island Style
http://Brudda.com

" AMERICAN BLOOD " © 09 / 15 / 01

Verse1
Hey we're red , yellow , black and white .
Southern born rebels and proud yanks .
Baptists , Catholics , sinners and saints .
Gone' stand togeather , in this fight .
Chorus
'Cause it's American blood ,
that flows through our veins .
And Lord , the sound of freedom's
beating in our hearts .
Yea , our American blood's
been shed , so peace reigns .
And our American blood
will shed , so peace reigns .
Verse2
Homeless black man , done got the news .
Heard terror's done fell from the sky .
Cart in hand , dawned in stars and stripes .
Ol' vet knows what we got to do .
Chorus
'Cause it's American blood ,
that flows through his veins .
And Lord , the sound of freedom's
beating in his heart .
Yea , his American blood's
been shed , so peace reigns .
And our American blood
will shed , so peace reigns .
Verse3
Cherokee Cheifs , counsel with braves .
On this morn', the red sun , has rose ;
on our "Trail of Tears" , from moons gone .
Stand my brothers ; Unite this day .
Chorus
'Cause it's American blood ,
that flows through our veins .
And the running buffalo ,
beating in our hearts .
Yea , our American blood's
been shed , so peace reigns .
And our American blood
will shed , so peace reigns .

Lyrics and Music, written and composed by:
Timothy S. Martin (BMI)
pka-
T.J. James (BMI)
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Hear the MP3 here:
http://www.tjjames.net/AmericanBlood.MP3
Y'all Come see me at "The Song Shop".
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GOOD OL’ COUNTRY BOYS AND GIRLS DO LOVE GOOD
By Bob Grez
(c) 2000

Intro
Oh yeah, come on, let’s do it.

007 doesn’t stand a chance, when it comes down to real romance.
Cyrano de Bergerac, ain’t had words for love like that.
All the girls Don Juan embraced, don’t know squat ‘bout country ways.
Forget Juliet and her Romeo when it comes to love at the drive-in show.

Chorus
Good ol’ country folk do it right.
They’re always good at what they like.
They’re real good at what they do,
Good ol’ country boys and girls do love good.

Rollin’ in the hay in the old red barn or on the meadow behind the farm.
In the back of a truck at the overlook ‘neath the tree by the side of the brook.
No city lights can match the fire flamin’ in the night of a country sky.
No matter where, when, or how -- good ol’ country boys and girls take a bow.

On the back porch swing with lights all off or in the parlor where the rug is soft.
On a hill, in a gully, around the bend, ol’ fashioned lovin’ again and again.
There’s no stoppin’ that country beat in every country heart you meet
Lots of spots I know, come walk with me. Good ol’ country boys and girls should see.

End
Good ol’ country boys like me do love good.
Good ol’ country girls like you do love good. Yeah.

Song can be heard at http://www.mp3.com/BobGrez

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Relieve the Burden of the Earth
Copyright 2001 by Sankarshan Das. All rights reserved.

Mother Earth is overburdened
By our lust, anger, and greed.
We try to lord it over everything
Instead of taking just what we need.

I hope some day we’ll all realize
That with our source we must harmonize.
But until we wake up from our senseless sleep
Mother Earth will piteously weep.

Chorus:
God help me live my life
With some of kind of worth.
God help me live my life
To relieve the burden of the earth.

My dear brothers and sisters,
Why needlessly suffer this strife?
By relinking ourselves with the Supreme
We’ll bring this planet back to life.

I know my days are numbered.
I’ll soon be leaving this place.
Until then I’ll pass on this message,
A benediction for the human race.

Repeat Chorus:
God help me live my life
With some of kind of worth.
God help me live my life
To relieve the burden of the earth.

Runaway
Words and Music by Tina Angotti ©2001

Runaway, runaway,
little girl with hatbox suitcase.
Runaway, runaway,
still too small to reach the phone.
Runaway, runaway,
can she leave without a struggle?
Runaway, runaway,
must find a place to call her own.

She looks as though she disconnects,
But really feels each sentiment.
Why can’t she communicate the fear inside?
She learned of running as a child,
But now its time to reconcile.
This wound reopened served her all the while…

Runaway, runaway,
little girl now reaching forty.
Runaway, runaway,
years go by but fear remains.
Runaway, runaway,
time to look at why she’s running.
Runaway, runaway,
now sees her story through the pain.

She looks as though she disconnects,
But really feels each sentiment.
Why can’t she communicate the fear inside?
She learned of running as a child,
But now its time to reconcile.
This wound reopened served her all the while…

Runaway, runaway,
Runaway, runaway,
Runaway, runaway,
Runaway, runaway.