One Dog Night
Ric Seaberg 2002

In trouble again…My baby was on attack
I thought I might clean the fridge
Pull out the yogurts in the back
But I guess I was wrong…it turned into a big ol' fight
Now that was a terrible day..
And a one dog night

In the den again…
Just the two of us lickin' our wounds
Sharin' a super -size…fightin' for sofa room
It's a long way back…..when your bark's as big as your bite
Now that was a terrible day…And a one dog night

Solo

Bridge
Now there are times I would rather die
But it's not my time to go
Someone here still needs to fetch….
So someone has to throw…

Oh I wish I could say…"I love you"…. just one more time
Take her hand down a rocky road
Tell her how blessed I am she's mine
Go to sleep with a little laugh
Wake up beside my wife
Oh it's been a terrible day
And it's a one dog night

Cowboy in Chicago...
© 2003 Corky Bernard, BMI

His face shows more hard winters
than he should know in years.
The creases in his wrinkles
sometimes fill with tears.
He once was a young cowboy;
big hat and a crooked grin.
Now, he's trapped in this city
with hearts colder than the wind.

(Chorus)
There're no cowboys in Chicago;
no wranglers in the park.
No cattle drives to the stock yard
and no loitering after dark.
He ain't too much to look at,
and he don't have much to say.
There's a cowboy in Chicago,
but, he's not here to stay.

He was ridin' "Hellfire",
when the bull hooked him that night.
He almost made eight seconds,
but the bull sure won the fight.
Three shattered ribs and a leakin' lung
and a long hospital stay.
When he came out broke ... the rodeo
was a thousand miles away.

He rustled him a shopping cart,
culled it from the herd.
Fills it full of stray cans
he rounds up by the curb.
He won't go to a shelter
for a blanket, bed and plate.
Sellin' cans, he's still a man,
and he pays his own damn way.

(Chorus)
There're no cowboys in Chicago;
no wranglers in the park.
No cattle drives to the stock yard
and no loitering after dark.
He ain't too much to look at
and he don't have much to say.
There's a cowboy in Chicago,
but, he's not here to stay.

He has family down by Waco;
wouldn't want 'em to see him now.
He'll regain his feet; get off these streets,
some time, some day, some how.
Pawn shop owns everything once his
'cept the buckle on his belt.
Still, the way he stands says, "here's a man
playin' the cards he's dealt".

(Chorus/Out)
There're no cowboys in Chicago;
no wranglers in the park.
No cattle drives to the stock yard
and no loitering after dark.
He ain't too much to look at
and he don't have much to say.
There's a cowboy in Chicago,
but, he's not here to stay.

A World of Time

When I was young and in my prime,
I thought my world was made of time.
Long years have passed, without a doubt,
As I let a world of time go running out.

Chorus:

All the things that I would do,
If I had time to be with you
To make up for the hours and the days
I let a world of time slip away.

When I was young, it seemed to me
There wasn't a thing I couldn't be.
Sad experience lets me know
How you lose your illusions when you grow.

Repeat Chorus

I don't know how I could have been so dumb!
I wasted my youth on being young;
As if that were quite enough to be.
They say wisdom comes with age, and is not free.

Repeat Chorus

If I had met you in a younger day,
Things might have been different; who's to say?
But since I didn't, here’s my heart,
And a world of time together we can start.

Repeat Chorus

Copyright © 1991, 2003 Bob Clayton. All rights reserved.

I Was Dancin' With the Devil
©2002 Corey Parkman

I came up a Baptist child
A little meak, a little wild
Though my parents tried to teach me right
Soon as I turned seventeen
I skipped my curfews, ripped my jeans
Raised hell till each and every mornin' light

The whiskey kept me grinnin'
Steppin' after short skirt women
Chasin' and fornicatin' every night
But last night in my drunken sleep
Jesus came and spoke to me
That's when I woke up from my sinful life

Chorus
I was dancin' with the devil
till Jesus Christ cut in
I was jukin' and a' jivin'
to the rhythm of my sin
Until my dear sweet Savior
asked me to walk with Him
I was dancin' with the devil
till Jesus Christ cut in

This morning is a new day
And I'm back in church to pray
Time to heal my spiritual relations
I know Baptists don't dance much
But my joy has got me all stirred up
Two steppin' at the Spirit's invitation

Chorus
I was dancin' with the devil
till Jesus Christ cut in
I was jukin' and a' jivin'
to the rhythm of my sin
Until my dear sweet Savior
asked me to walk with Him
I was dancin' with the devil
till Jesus Christ cut in

Bridge
Sins are forgiven, old life buried and dead
Now I'll follow Jesus wherever I'm led

Chorus
I was dancin' with the devil
till Jesus Christ cut in
I was jukin' and a' jivin'
to the rhythm of my sin
Until my dear sweet Savior
asked me to walk with Him
I was dancin' with the devil
till Jesus Christ cut in

Maybe

©Warren J. Wagner 2002
All Rights Reserved

Vs. 1
Maybe I’ll get lucky and live till I die
Maybe I’ll get lucky and blind the eye
We use looking backward until we cry
Cause looking back solves nothin’
And yet we still try

Vs. 2
Maybe I will love you until you must leave
Maybe I’ll prove a true soul is only naïve
Will the crack in my heart help you believe
In your power to destroy me
And cause me to grieve

Bridge:
Would you stay if I changed
To something prearranged
Knowing I’d always feel self-estranged

Vs. 3
Maybe your fate is connected completely to mine
Maybe your saintliness isn’t so refined
Could it be that the heavens made us entwine
And separation isn’t an option
Who’s to resign

Tag
And in the end we can’t see past
The baggage we’ve amassed

'Return'
lyrics & music by chris (Von)Tanner
©2003VT Pro/SLAG Records

I heard on the news
you were leaving tomorrow
It's a secret just were
but somewhere in the east
they said it was a secret 'swear'
but somewhere in the belly of the beast
I won't be there to cry and say goodbye
you know why...you know why...you know why...

But we know how we feel
our love is real
So keep this song in your heart
it will keep you safe from harm
It's like how I feel
when I'm in your arms
So just, just remember
no matter how long this journey takes you
our love is strong and it will see you through
'cause you and I, we belong together
side by side, we belong together

And I will be here,
Oh I will be here
I, I will be here
when you, when you return....

Hurry home...

Don't ask, don't tell
unmask the hell!
Don't lie, diversify!

Listen here...

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/9/vontannermusic.htm

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3 DAYS LATE

Duet

Words & Music by
Cal Skomski
Copyright 2002

verse
(He)

Standin on your doorstep
TV sets still on
Snow is slightly falling
I wonder where you've gone
Freezin cold miss you so
Don't know what to do
3 DAYS LATE AND LOVING YOU

verse
(She)

Some say I should lose it
The priest said that's a sin
You opened up your heart to love
Keep love flowin in
I'll love you for the rest of my life
No matter what you choose
3 DAYS LATE AND LOVING YOU

bridge

(She)
We'll dust off that old cradle
(He)
Sell my brand new car
(She)
I know that we are able
(He)
To find those extra jobs
(harmony)
The miracle is when I look into your eyes
(harmony)
God looks back and lovingly smiles

chorus
(harmony)

3 DAYS LATE AND LOVING YOU
Much more than before
The snow is slightly falling
My note's still on your door
I'll love you for the rest of my life
No matter what you do
3 DAYS LATE AND LOVING YOU

chorus
(harmony)

3 DAYS LATE AND LOVING YOU
Much more than before
Snow is slightly falling
I'm still standin at you door
I'll love you for the rest of my life
No matter what you choose
3 DAYS LATE AND I'm still LOVING YOU

(harmony)

I'm 3 DAYS LATE LOVING YOU
I'm 3 DAYS LATE AND still LOVING YOU
I'm still loving you 3 DAYS LATE

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"No Regrets"
by Bonnie L. Logan
Copyright 1997

1. Another candle on the cake,
Another year gone by.
So many things to celebrate.
Now, darlin', it's been quite the ride.
I've had my share of losing streaks,
And mistakes that haunt me yet,
But I came through
'Cause I've got you.
Now, I've got no regrets.

2. These candles nearly light the room,
Much to my surprise.
Now, I'll be damned, can't understand
How all these years just slipped right by.
I've left behind my reckless youth,
But I ain't through just yet.
As long as I've got you beside me,
I'll have no regrets.

3. When lines and wrinkles mark my brow,
And grey hairs streak my head,
I'll still love you,
You know, it's true,
And I'll have no regrets.

Loneliness
lyrics/music - jessica weiser
(c) 2002

loneliness lingers sometimes
settles in the pit of my stomach
a window is open to expose the sunlight streaming in
a big world outside and yet i remain trapped within

sometimes words tangle easily
sometimes i know i come undone
but i'm learning there is freedom in leaving yesterday behind
and just letting go

regret resides on the tip of my tongue
all the things i should have said
and all the things i know i should have done
so tell me how much more do you want from me
cause i can't untangle the lies
and now i struggle to be free

sometimes words tangle easily
sometimes i know i come undone
but i'm learning there is freedom in leaving yesterday behind
and just letting go

swallow
it all settles in the pit of my stomach

Bus To Anywhere
Moderate 6/8 minor blues
© Copyright APRA Graham Henderson 2003
Your eyes say you’ve been crying.
Mine see why.
The make-up you’ve applied.
Can never hope to hide.
The scars you’ll wear forever.
Deep down inside.
I’ve seen that look so many times
On girls who take this ride.

Don’t worry, it’s only us who know.
You can bet your bottom dollar
I’m not telling anyone.
There’s no-one on this Greyhound
Can see you’re on the run
So lay back and let
The miles to freedom roll along.

Chorus
You’ve caught a bus to anywhere.
From a place you know as Hell.
You’ve been there so darn long.
Knowing something’s really wrong.
That anywhere. Is
A really nice place to be.
Leastways, that’s how it seems to me.

Instrumental

Maybe I should say hello.
Even drop a hint or two I know.
Then again, maybe not.
Might be best to leave my thoughts
In my head where they belong
So I’ll just sit, talking to you mind.
And let your freedom road, unwind
I’ll let a few more miles, roll on by.
Then call the law about that car following behind.

Chorus
You’ve caught a bus to anywhere.
From a place you know as Hell.
You’ve been there so darn long.
Knowing something’s really wrong.
That anywhere. Is
A really nice place to be.
Leastways, that’s how it seems to me.
Leastways, that’s how it seems to me.

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http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/grahamhendersonmusic.htm

[This message has been edited by Graham (edited 12-28-2003).]

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Redneck Rock Tonight (RockSexParty)
©2002 mulletman & bfj
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V1
---------------------------------------------------------
My Camaro's up on blocks, now I gotta clean up the trailer,
My dog's in his cage, to keep him from attackin' my friends,
Liquor and Beer, Orgies and Dope,
I got some ice-old keggers and a soap-on-a-rope --

Me and my homies gonna Redneck Rock Tonight! C'mon ya'll

CHORUS
---------------------------------------------------------
It's Saturday night - the trailer park's alit,
Got my septic tank empty -- no sh*t
Christmas lights hangin' from tree to tree,
Jack Daniels, PBR, and a bag a weed,

What the f*ck! (what the f*ck!)
Throw Bubba in the truck,
If you wanna get some sleep, then you're out of luck,
Rock Sex Party -- Gonna Redneck Rock Tonight! x2

V2
---------------------------------------------------------
A dozen doobies later, a hundred people crammed in my trailer,
Bubba's in the back, gettin' freaky with his daughter's best friend!
The dog gets loose, and he's gettin' mean
I got my double-wide parked in my Trailer Park Queen!

Me and my homies gonna Redneck Rock Tonight! C'mon ya'll

CHORUS
---------------------------------------------------------
It's Saturday night - the trailer park's alit,
Got my septic tank empty -- no sh*t
Christmas lights hangin' from tree to tree,
Jack Daniels, PBR, and a bag a weed,

What the f*ck! (what the f*ck!)
Throw Bubba in the truck,
If you wanna get some sleep, then you're out of luck,
Rock Sex Party -- Gonna Redneck Rock Tonight! x2

BRIDGE (the redneck rap)
---------------------------------------------------------
Allman Brothers, Grinderswitch,
Wet Willy was my b*tch-
Molly Hatchet rocked the walls,
with attitude and alcohol-

Black Crowes, Widespread,
Derek Trucks up in my head-
Lynyrd Skynyrd! Bless my soul!
Mother F*ckin' Rock and Roll!

Mother's Finest, ARS,
Thirty-Eight and naked breasts!
MulletMan and Gov't Mule!
Rock Sex Party Rules!

CHORUS
---------------------------------------------------------
It's Saturday night - the trailer park's alit,
Got my septic tank empty -- no sh*t
Christmas lights hangin' from tree to tree,
Jack Daniels, PBR, and a bag a weed,

What the f*ck! (what the f*ck!)
Throw Bubba FROM the truck,
If you wanna get some sleep, then you're out of luck,
Rock Sex Party -- Gonna Redneck Rock Tonight! x2

My Love Song
(c)2003 Allen Harris
Power Blues in A

Now that its done
The way you wanted it
How long will you run
Before you tell me
Your pain is unknown
Before you painted it

My , My, My
Endless love

My, My, My
Beautiful love

How many times
Will you steal from me
My eyes burn with fire
Burning holes inside of me
With this desire
Can I plea with thee

My, My, My,
Endless Love

My, My, My
Beautiful Love

My, My, My
Endless love

My, My, My
Beautiful Love

Lead – 4x’s soft
Lead - 3x’s hard

Build –

Now, tell me
I’m the one
Now show me
How it’s done

Yeah, Yeah

My, My, My
Endless Love

My, My, My
Beautiful Love

Lead 4x’s

BAD, BAD GIRLS

VS.1
I had a pretty friend,
Who was really, really hot.
Any man she wanted,
She nearly always got.
Maggie B. was such a tease,
She really aimed to please.
In less than just five minutes,
She had their BVD's.

We gave our parents nightmares,
Doing crazy stunts.
'Cause' all those guys we chased around,
Our Dads just called them "punks!"
We'd hear it everyday,
When we got home from school,
"Who's that fool at my back door!"
Then Daddy blew his cool.

(CHORUS)
We were bad, bad girls,
Just trying to play around.
With a fun time reputation,
All around our little town.
We didn't want to grow up,
Be our Mom's and settle down.
We were all-star kissing legends,
In our tiny little town.

VS.2
The first of us that life changed,
Was sexy Sherry T.
She eloped with her mechanic in 1993.
Then Maggie joined a convent,
And became a nun.
She tries to hide her giggles,
Remembering all the fun.
And me, I've got my 'Honey',
A mortgage, and three kids.
And lots of crazy memories,
I share with my main squeeze.

Now, I look at my girls,
And wonder what they'll be.
There's so much more they have to know,
And twice that much to see.
I hope they make good memories,
Just like their Dad and me.
'Cause' I know that one day,
This is what we'll see.

(CHORUS)
That we've got bad, bad girls,
Just trying to play around,
With a fun time reputation,
All around our little town.
They're never gonna' grow up,
Be like us and settle down.
( Oh no! Watch out! Stop that!)
We've got the all-star kissing legends,
Of our tiny little town.

©2003-Jeanette Lethco

Daddy's Little Secret

by CowboySlim

Sneakin' down the hallway, while her mom is fast asleep,
He opens up her bedroom door, and says "Don't make a peep."
He climbs into her tiny bed, and snuggles for a while.
Then he does just what he wants, and as he leaves he smiles.

Now Daddy's little girl has become Daddy's special friend.
She cries alone at night and wonders, "When will it all end?"
She'd stop him if she thought she could,
But she fears the wrath of fatherhood,
So she goes on keeping
Daddy's Little Secret.

Eight years old last Sunday, and she longs to be eighteen,
So she can leave it all behind, that ugly, little scene.
She doesn't know that when she's grown, the pain will be there still.
An emptiness within her soul that she just can't fulfill.

Now Daddy's little girl has become Daddy's special friend.
She cries alone at night and wonders, "When will it all end?"
She'd stop him if she thought she could,
But she fears the wrath of fatherhood,
So she goes on keeping
Daddy's Little Secret.

She cries alone again, tonight, but no one seems to hear.
Daddy's Little Secret's become Daddy's big nightmare.
He won't be sneaking down the hall to see her anymore.
The cops just came and took her Daddy's body out the door.

A pistol in the hallway solved one problem,
But she's still not the little girl
We all know she should be.
He still comes to her at night,
He haunts her 'til the morning light
There's no way on earth to set her free.

Now Daddy's little girl won't be a victim anymore,
Except for each and every time she sees her bedroom door.
She stopped him when she thought she could,
Endured the loss of fatherhood,
Still she goes on weeping
For Daddy's Little Secret.

© 2001 CowboySlim

Friend
By: John Bakaysa
Copyright 2000

Verse 1
Frank Lives just down on Main Street
Just like a Member, of the community
He listens to music to Make the time pass
She’s says “nice teeth Frank”, he says “nice ass”
Frank always gets his coffee for free
And if he talks aloud just leave him be
He’s dirty, disturbing, look away please
He’s not like one of you or me

Chorus
Of course why would you go back there?
And face reality again
When the people you despise
Are in Need of sympathy
But all the really Want is a Friend.

Verse 2
Mr. Speagle walks along Greene Street
Always in search of something to eat
“Hey, mister can you spare a dime?”
Sorry old man but you’re not worth my time
But Daniel will come and he’ll save the day
A coffee and sandwich is what he will pay
No please, no thank you just a “get out of my way”
But “hey Danny boy how ‘bout ten dollars today?”

Repeat Chorus
Bridge
If that money didn’t come, how would you feel,
Would you beg, would you borrow, would you steal?
Live for today ‘cause the world may blow up
But imagine not wanting to wake up.

Verse3
Have you Acquired a taste for caviar?
Are you Tired of replacing your car?
Bad to be filthy Poor than to be filthy Rich
Frank doesn’t like that superficial coffee bitch
Our lives are So tough what shoes should we wear?
Does my shirt match, how is my hair?
Oh, don’t look ‘cause there’s that beggar guy
Because who wants to see someone wanting to die?

Chorus twice
Out

www.johnbakaysa.com

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[This message has been edited by gtownstudio (edited 12-31-2003).]

Blood and Adrenaline
-Ozone Pete

I tell a sad and simple story,
About a sad and simple man,
Still grieving for his murdered youth;
Left where the dreaming Buddhas stand.

In the southern half of a country,
That the muddy Mekong spans,
We humped through the sweating jungles,
Our weapons in our hands;
We were there to save those people,
And keep democracy from harm;
But we learned to save each other,
...And to hell with Vietnam.

The new L.T. ordered up an ambush,
He was so "West-Point", young and green;
Hungry for some glory,
And a taste of blood and adrenaline.

When Charlie walked into that valley,
We were ready to put their souls in flight;
Time stood still, and the Universe shrank,
To where I held them in my sights.
We unleashed the sound and the fury,
Of claymore, grenade, and gun;
Lead and steel fulfilled their destinies;
We blew them straight to Kingdom Come.

But just a half klick up the trail,
Was a full company dressed in black;
As our radioman screamed for air support,
Their mortars walked right up our backs.
They cut our platoon to pieces,
Before the gunships came blazing in;
Just as we'd done to them, they left us to lie,
...In blood and adrenaline.

Wish that I could find my lost innocence,
And enfold it to my breast,
But it's still walking that dappled jungle,
With the wasted dead that never rest.
When the politicians do their own killing;
Then killing will truly become a sin;
Maybe then I'll awake from this haunted dream,
...Of blood and adrenaline.

[This message has been edited by Ozone Pete (edited 12-14-2003).]

YOU CAN'T GET THERE FROM HERE

I was ten years old, wearing hand-me-down clothes
Dreaming my trailor park dreams
Staring at the mansions, that overlooked our town
The closest thing to castles I had seen
I told my daddy I would live up there someday
He told me "Son there aint no way"

CHORUS
You can't get there from here, son I tried
I dreamed that dream until it died
Though it may look near, you can't get there from here

Hearing those words, made something in me burn
A bit of my innocence was gone
As I grew older, every single day
I swore I was gonna prove him wrong
Still sometimes I couldn't help but hang my head, when I thought about the bitter words he said

CHORUS
You can't get there from here, son I tried
I dreamed that dream until it died
Though it may look near, you can't get there from here

BRIDGE
So many years have passed, I'm standing with my son, looking at the town down below
I see our old trailor and think of my old man, and the words my son will NEVER know

CHORUS
You can't get there from here, son I tried
I dreamed that dream until it died
Though it may look near, you can't get there from here

TAG
Now I say Son it's up to you
Dreams CAN come true

(c)2003 Mike Vance

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Dear Mr. President

I don't think it's fair
You don't seem to care
There are protestors everywhere
Can't you see they're all so scared?

There's too much smoke on the news
To see the truth about what's true
But that's our only view.

Dear Mr. President,
You just sent my father to the frontline
For a second time
On my dime
Dear Mr. President
How can I sleep, my dad can't eat
'Cause he's breathing desert sand
And there's blood all over his hands

There are so many people talking
About how we've got the biggest guns
But they're the ones
That are sitting safe at home
They just don't know
That it's all a part of the show
They'll never really know

Dear Mr. President
Where are you at
When there's combat involving you?
You've got your birdseye view
Dear Mr. President
All due respect
I don't expect for you to fight
Just make it right
Don't let my father die

I couldn't even say goodbye

Dear Mr President
You just don't get
The damage that you do
You're not even here to see
What you do to my family

Copyright 2003

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JamIsOn

Beautiful

Do you walk like everyone notices you
and wear the latest fashion?
Do you believe every word that's said is true, and feign as if you feel passion?

Well, you are
You are beautiful
Even if nobody tells you
When you're naked in the mirror
Without pretense or disguise
You might even surprise yourself

For you were not made with a careless hand
You were fashioned in love
And beauty never fades
It just changes shape
So the outside won't hide
What's precious inside

Oh, you are
You are beautiful
Even if nobody tells you
And when you're naked in the mirror
Without pretense or disguise
You might even surprise yourself

Copyright 1999 Sarah Watson

THE SKIES OF ANOTHER WORLD
© 2003 Bob Pladek/Paul Faustine

VERSE 1
Baby won’t you look at me
Take me far away
Won’t you lift my leaden feet
From this ball of dust and clay

Well you know how space gets twisted
And the way that time is curled
When I look into your eyes
I see the skies of another world

VERSE 2
You can be my freedom ride
Launch me into space
We'll vanish to the other side
Gone without a trace

Look back now and see our home
That lonely blue-white pearl
Watch the earth go spinning by
Through the skies of another world

BRIDGE
With just a look
With just a smile
My earthly cares are gone
If only for a while
And we can find our way back as we will

VERSE 3
Sail out on the solar breeze
Across the blackest reach
Settle by a silver sea
Upon the golden beach

Marvel at the power of
Our new-found wings unfurled
We'll soar as high as birds that fly
In the skies of another world

No Regrets

Copyright ©2002 Tom Hynes
All Rights Reserved
p Flock of Turtles BMI
PO Box 203 Saunderstown, RI 02874-0203

When I was a young man I stood tall, I stood strong
Hunting and gathering, late night love songs
Youthful hunger, unfulfilled appetite
Found myself empty and cold, many a night

By chance one rainy afternoon, I looked up from feeling down
I still see the church, on the corner you came around
One day together, turned our nights, into weeks, then years
Can’t believe it’s all by chance, that you’re here.

Chorus

In time I wonder, in time I see
Those loving emerald eyes staring back at me
In time I remember, sometimes I forget
To say I love you, no regrets
Solo

Bridge

Living’s been easier since that day, when you came along
Each mistake we made, became a lasting true love song
Giving was in my eyes, a gift from a local store
Living and giving with you, so much more

Chorus

In time I wonder, in time I see
Those loving emerald eyes staring back at me
In time I remember, sometimes I forget
To say I love you ................(pause)
Everyday I love you ...........(pause)
In every way I love you ...................no regrets

HEAVEN ON A TROPIC SHORE
Gail Marten

Finally, we’re here together
Paradise, what could be better?
We have found our island in the sun.
Tropic breeze upon our faces
We have found our own oasis
Oh, we thought this day would never come.
I am here with you
You are here with me
An enchanted place
In this world by the sea.
Heaven on a tropic shore
This is what we’ve waited for ////

Bathing in this lovely ocean
We have found our magic potion
Underneath a sky of endless blue.
I’m the girl from Ipanema
You’re the only boy I dream of
Now, our long awaited rendezvous.
With the wind in our hair
We’re as free as the air
On this sunlit isle
Not a worry or care.
Heaven on a tropic shore
This is what we’ve waited for ////

Caro mio, dearest friend
We are at the rainbow’s end
Sparkling waters kiss the golden sand.
Heaven on a tropic shore
This is what we’ve waited for
We’re together in this wonderland.
I am here with you
You are here with me
On this sunlit isle
We’re so easy and free.
Heaven on a tropic shore
This is what we’ve waited for ////

Words: Gail Marten ©2001
Music: Clem Ehoff ©2000

And god said “Let There Be Artists…”
(but she forgot to add the word ‘paid’)
By Cheryl Neill copyright Dec.1, 2003

When I was a little kid
My parents would get me up at night
To come sing for their friends
Curly red/gold hair, three years old
I was everybody’s heart’s delight
I’d pass around my piggy bank
Collect a few pennies to spend
Art seemed easy in those days
I thought:
‘Wow you can sing and get paid!
This is what I’ll do when I’m big
I’m just gonna go around from place to place
and write songs and sing!'
But I’ve learned Art ain’t easy
Art is hard
And after all this time
They’re still only putting
a few pennies in my jar.
Yeah people love my Art
It's just hard getting paid for it

People want Art to stick on their walls,
Want music and dance for their Concert Halls
Want to see a play it took years to write
Pass away the time on a Saturday night...
Yeah when god said “Let There Be Artists…”
she forgot to add the word ‘paid’

Art has the capacity to change society
Up to the present day, revolutionary songs
are the first things forbidden
in repressive states
because dictators appreciate Music can galvanize nations…
think of your national anthem
And great civilizations
in history are always judged
by the quality of the Art left behind
So isn’t it ironic that
99 point 9 percent of Artists
are never recognized in their time?
Remember Mozart? He died destitute;
buried in a pauper’s grave
at the tender age of thirty five
Yeah people loved his Art…
They just didn’t want to pay for it when he was alive

People want Art to stick on their walls,
Want music and dance for their Concert Halls
Want to see a play it took years to write
Pass away the time on a Saturday night
Fourth largest industry in the world today-
There’s money to be made in
the Entertainment Trade …
Just not necessarily by the Artists
In fact the fastest way
to get your name in lights,
is to burn your flame so god damn bright,
It kills you …right?
That’s the way to get famous…
All you gotta do is die….
Then everybody buys your CD
Laments your passing
They take the jar you put your pennies in
And stick it in the Folk Music Hall of Fame
People will pay fifteen bucks
to see it there…talk about your passion
Discuss how sad it was you went that way
in such an untimely fashion.
They’ll claim you as a National Treasure
Now that you’re dead…
It’s entirely their pleasure
Oh yeah people will love your Art
But you still won’t get paid for it.

People want Art to stick on their walls,
Want music and dance for their Concert Halls
Want to see a play it took years to write
Pass away the time on a Saturday night
Yeah when god said “Let There Be Artists…”
She forgot to add the word ‘paid’

Now I’ve been to plenty of places where
More than a hundred people
are watching me play
But at the end of the night,
25$is my take home pay
Or I’ve had to put out a 50 buck registration fee just to audition
for a festival…
plus food and gas and a place to stay –
You do the math
Or I’ve played for nothing at all
because after all-
it’s a benefit for the homeless
who are always just one step away from me
Yeah, the organizers say,
but, it’s good exposure
but exposure don’t pay the rent -
it's not free
and when it’s cold outside
it don’t convert into heat
So why do I play when it barely keeps
a roof over my guitar?
Because it’s what I do… it’s my Art
Oh and, yeah, people love my Art…..
They say ‘some dayI think you might be a star
And when you are…
I’ll invite you over to meet my relatives
And I’ll say I knew you way back when
I was only putting a few pennies in your jar
Oh and by the way..I really love your work… ‘
Yeah people love my Art
I just have trouble getting paid for it.

People want Art to stick on their walls,
Want music and dance for their Concert Halls
Want to see a play it took years to write
Pass away the time on a Saturday night....
Spoken:
And god said ‘Let There Be Artists…’
But she forgot to add the word paid

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Yeah...People love Art
It's just hard
getting paid for it

The Virginia Waltz …John Campbell 10/25/00

Welcome you ladies, seeking romance
Welcome you fellows, come join in the dance
Sway with excitement, sashay with delight
Dancing in lovely Virginia tonight

Come up from the valley, down from the hill
We’ll whirl in a polka, twirl a quadrille
Embracing the darkness, we’ll kiss the moonlight
Dancing in lovely Virginia tonight

Dancing the night away
Dancing ‘till the break of day
Spinning and swirling ‘till dawn’s early light
Dancing in lovely Virginia tonight

Thank you for coming you ladies and gents
All have arrived, let the dancing commence
Grab you a partner, the music’s just right
For dancing in lovely Virginia tonight

Let’s roll out the barrel, sawdust the floor
We’ll ask the musicians to play some more
Smiling and singing, with voices so bright
We’ll be dancing in lovely Virginia tonight

Dancing the night away
Dancing ‘till the break of day
Spinning and swirling ‘till dawn’s early light
Dancing in lovely Virginia tonight

Spinning and swirling ‘till dawn’s early light
Dancing the lovely Virginia Waltz tonight

TAXI FOR THE WAITRESSES
©Martin Craig (lyrics) Al Craig (music) 1987

They're clearing the tables all around us and it's time to go
Taxi for the waitresses called out on the telephone
Tapping my fingers to the music as I wait for you
Turn up your collar or the cold night air will turn you blue

Late night reservation underneath the destination sign
Outskirts of the city, leave the houses and the factories and the cars behind
Only one song can match the rhythm and the mood of how I feel tonight
Red and green decisions and directions and reflections in the signal lights

Somebody said "It's the price you pay for dressing up and playing grown-up games"
Somebody said "It's escaping from reality in masquerades"
Somebody said "It's a thing that happens to you when you reach a certain age"
Somebody said there'd be tears before bedtime going on this way

But no-one predicted that the weather up here was gonna turn to snow
Footbridge to the taxi rank, hoping this Mondeo Man can hold the road
Tapping my fingers on the dashboard to the music as I think of you
Someone outside there in the cold night air must have made me blue
Someone outside there in the cold night air must have made me blue
Made me blue

[This message has been edited by Martin Craig (edited 12-14-2003).]

Love Doesn’t Divide, It Multiplies
Copyright Sonny B. Bell (ASCAP)

She can barely see her little boy of three
Through the tears in her eyes
Knowing she’ll have to divide her love
When her second child arrives
She’s already feeling guilty
For loving the first one more
But she doesn’t know that her heart will grow
The minute the second one’s born (‘cause)

Chorus:
Love doesn’t divide
It multiplies
Love expands a heart
To the perfect size
Whenever more is needed
Love will improvise
Love doesn’t divide
It multiplies

They look down in the hospital crib
That holds their new-born girl
The thought of all the care she’ll need
Seems bigger than the world
The doctor says her special needs
Will put them all to the test
Then they hear him say as he walks away
“But, that’s what love does best”

(repeat chorus)

Bridge:
The basic rules of math don’t fly
When you try to apply it to love
No matter how you divide it up
It multiplies into enough

(repeat chorus)

THE RICHEST MAN by Herbie Gaines Nov 2003 ©

Please emphasize the capitals as you read!!!

Verse 1
i Married you, my True love, I Knew you were the One
we Work to instill Values,
in our Daughters and our Son
we Struggle to find Money, to Make ends Meet
but your Recipe for Life has
always Made the bitter Sweet

Chorus
i’ve Always worked Hard, riches Never came my Way
but i AM rich in reLationships that Matter every Day
i May not have much Money, thank God i have my Health
You’re the treasure Of my life
our Family is my Wealth

Verse 2
Money came so Easily to Some folks that i Know
Handed on a Silver spoon
they Always had cash Flow
Others took some chances, Wow! they were so Bold
i’m Not sure how they Had the guts
their Yarn was spun to Gold

Chorus
i’ve Always worked Hard, riches Never came my Way
but i AM rich in reLationships that Matter every Day
i May not have much Money, thank God i have my Health
You’re the treasure Of my life
our Family is my Wealth

Bridge
Pressure to sucCeed runs all Through this modern Life
It alone’s enoUgh to break a Husband and a Wife
though Fortune gave us Just enough to Keep us in the Race
i Never needed More than just to Feel your sweet emBrace

Lift to key change
you Always taught the Children, that What we had was Ample
your Hope, faith, and Spirit, show Them a great exAmple…
short instrumental slides 2 steps up at end >> to >>

>>Chorus (2 steps higher)
i’ve Always worked Hard, riches Never came my Way
but i AM rich in reLationships that Matter every Day
i May not have much Money, thank God i have my Health
You’re the treasure Of my life
our Family is my Wealth
resPect, esTeem, deVotion,
our Family is my Wealth

Ending
i Wouldn’t trade with Any king who’s Lived since time beGan
to Me, in Heaven or on Earth, i Am the richest Man>>>

>>>to Me, in all the Universe,
i Am,
the Richest,
Man

“Born of Light”
Lyrics by Debra Alt ©2003

A young girl learns to tie her shoes without a guiding hand
She walks into a kitchen like an empty promised land
Another hungry morning, with only fear to keep her strong
She fights the tears of longing for a mother long since gone

She hugs her books in tightly with a coat that’s worn and old
Then gently pulls the door behind a man who’s still out cold
Breathing in the air of freedom, she prays no one will see
The bruises he delivered when he tucked her into sleep

CHORUS – A child is born of light, each child has the right
To be brought from their darkness and fright, they must survive,
For each child is born of light

Walking home the long way for reasons she can’t name
She thinks about the night ahead and how she wishes things could change
Then spotted waiting on her stairway, someone who’s talked about a plan
Is now promising to help her as she reaches out her hand

CHORUS - Each child is born of light, whenever we find
Our children wounded inside, for them we must fight
For each child is born of light

BRIDGE – We’ll build a shelter where hope can be restored,
A new life starts with just one open door

CHORUS - A child is born of light, each child that we find
In need of protection and pride, can’t be denied
For each child is born of light - REPEAT 1st Chorus

Short Bus

Written by Kenneth Gualtieri
Copywright 2002

I was born on the last day of winter,
It's the end of the bleak and tired days
of a restless sun chasing a waning moon.

So often, I'm reminded that the darkness
that I feel is just here for now, what
I said of suicide, must of spoke too soon.

But it's not easy when you take things as
personally as I do to make light of
fleeting fancies of desire.

Especially when the games I play in my own
head are no match for any trick your mind
could concieve to conspire.

Chorus:

I ride the emotional short bus,
and I turn myself around.

It used to be that half a bag was
gonna be good enough for a night, now
it seems like two bags ain't enough.

And all the things that keep me content,
or keep my satisfied are the same damned
things that keep me on the bus.

It don't matter if the driver swerves, or
misses my turn, it's what i deserve, he'll
cut you off and move into your lane.

And I feel so bad for everyone who rides the
bus like me, when you're not the lead dog,
the view is always the same.

Chorus:

I ride the emotional short bus,
and I turn myself around.
I ride the emotional short bus,
and I turn myself around.

When Will The Wind Blow Strong?
Ó September 6, 2003 Words and music by Stan Loh
This is a song about the homeless, those that scour the garbage bins for discarded pop cans and bottles.

VERSE 1
Another ride on the hope train,
Another unopened door,
Another pathway to more rain,
Don’t know what good’s in store.

VERSE 2
Unending doubt of the future,
Descending probes in the dark,
Unbending roads to displeasure,
Where do the good things start?

CHORUS
When will the wind blow strong,
To refresh my troubled soul,
When will the wind blow strong,
Breath of God, make me whole,
There must be a reason,
Why I face this pain,
So if you’re watching,
I will take the blame.

VERSE 3
Forever looking high up,
Forever the drained optimist,
Forever searching for the full cup,
Of gold that others missed.
(Repeat Chorus)

BRIDGE
Praise to you who serve the food line,
I rely on you all the time,
But I must make a stand,
So give me a helping hand,
Breath of God, blow, blow…

TAG
I’m ready if you want me,
I’m ready dressed in rags,
I’m ready to face my Calvary,
To turn in my sinful bag.

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Having Fun!!!!
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/8/stanloh

Free Yourself
© Teri Hitt 2002

Caught up in the struggle
reeling from the pain
of a life not quite matching
some picture in your head.
Take your fears
let them go,
free yourself and know
the only thing you need is love
is true.
Come on and free yourself,
be yourself.
Come on and
free yourself,
right now.
Just beneath the surface
of every contradiction
I think you'll find a cause
and it won't be too much.
Take your fears
let them go,
free yourself and know
the only thing you need is love
is true.
Come on and free yourself
be yourself.
Come on and
free yourself
right now.
So you headed down some golden road
only to discover you were not your own
feel the face you had before you were born
if you don't have that
you're not going to make it far.
Get in touch with you,
nothings more important
get in touch with you-
yeah. Free Yourself.

When Cordelia Played
©2003 Zak Morgan Music

Cordelia was smart with a sweet little heart,
A beautiful, delicate, live work of art.
But folks didn’t like her free spirit,
And they told their kids not to go near it.
So when her miraculous music would start,
There was no one around who could hear it.

Cordelia had grown used to being alone,
The loneliest child the world’s ever known.
But the orphan without friends or kin
Found a place she could nestle her chin.
And she always found solace when her spirit shone
Through the strings of her old violin.

CHORUS
When Cordelia played,
She saw her spirit soar.
When Cordelia played,
She wasn’t lonely anymore.
When Cordelia played.
When Cordelia played.

Then early in June, when the wind was just right,
Her melody blew into town late at night.
It washed over hearts that were jaded,
And all of the bitterness faded.
They followed the music ‘til they saw the light,
And everyone’s heart was elated…

CHORUS

If Cordelia reminds you of someone you know,
Don’t wait around for the right wind to blow.
And if she is your kindred spirit,
Someday soon people will cheer it.
Believe in yourself when your strings meet the bow,
And be sure to let everyone hear it.

CHORUS

I HELD LOVE IN MY ARMS
(Mike McKean Sr.)

WE’VE BEEN SPECIAL FRIENDS FOR MANY YEARS
AND OUR BONDS GREW DEEP AND STRONG
MY FANTASY HAD ALWAYS BEEN
TO HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS
DIDN’T KNOW WHEN IT WOULD HAPPEN
I WAS JUST SURE THAT IT WOULD
BUT I DIDN’T REALIZE WHEN IT DID
THAT IT WOULD FEEL THIS GOOD

I HELD LOVE IN MY ARMS LAST NIGHT
WHEN I FINALLY HELD YOU
IT TOOK A LONG TIME COMING GIRL
BUT NOW I KNOW WHAT LOVE CAN DO
I FEEL WARM INSIDE WHEN I’M WITH YOU
MY HEART FEELS SAFE FROM HARM
AND MY LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
SINCE I HELD LOVE IN MY ARMS

I’VE SEEN YOU SMILE A THOUSAND TIMES
IN A WARM AND FRIENDLY WAY
BUT THE SMILE THAT IS ON YOUR FACE
IS A DIFFERENT ONE TODAY
IT’S A SMILE FILLED WITH CARING
IT’S A SMILE FILLED WITH CHARM
IT’S A SMILE YOU CAN’T UNDERSTAND
UNTIL YOU HOLD LOVE IN YOUR ARMS

I JUST PUT MY ARMS AROUND YOU
AND HELD YOU CLOSE TO ME
I JUST HELD YOU IN MY ARMS, THAT’S ALL
BUT IT FULFILLED MY FANTASY
I COULD FEEL THE IN THAT EMBRACE
AND TOMORROW SHOULD I DIE
I HELD LOVE IN MY ARMS LAST NIGHT
AND NOW I’M SATISFIED
(Copyright 1993 C.C. Music)

Morning Somewhere (for Kirsten Lobato)

I grew up tired of small town roads
Hitched my way to the city of gold
Got a job dancing in the bars
But life was harder than I had planned
Took a little help for me to stand up
Whatever they offered, I took it all

It's morning somewhere
It's morning somewhere
It's morning somewhere down the road

Daddy came and gave me his knife
He said, "you lost your soul, don't lose your life"
I've never felt more alone
But when that man pulled a gun
I did the only thing I could have done
And cried my way back home

It's morning somewhere
It's morning somewhere
It's morning somewhere down the road

Mama came and got me clean
I couldn't tell her what I'd seen
Don't know if it was fear or it was pride
But when the officer came around
I was sure that I'd been found
And told him what I done that night

It's morning somewhere
It's morning somewhere
It's morning somewhere down the road
I do believe

Now I spend my days at the sewing machine
In the women's penitentiary
Stitching shirts I'll never buy
They say I killed a man but he wasn't the one
That hit me that night, I tried to tell them
But girls like me, we're always liars

It's morning somewhere
It's morning somewhere
It's morning somewhere down the road

I grew up tired of small town roads
Now I do my best not to feel too old
Hope God sees me through these bars
I'm just 19, I'll be 64
Before I walk out these prison doors
Still, I got a little hope stuck to my heart

That it's morning somewhere
It's morning somewhere
It's morning somewhere down the road
It's morning somewhere
It's morning somewhere
It's morning somewhere down the road

[This message has been edited by Just Plain Steve (edited 01-24-2004).]

Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde

© 2003 Words & Music by Nicholas Wright

Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde aint got shit on me
If you could look inside, just underneath…my skin
There’s a society
Of a hundred personalities
Are you sure you want in
Don’t say I never gave any warning

(Chorus)
‘Cause I stop on a dime and change my tune
Don’t be surprised, don’t look confused
Baby, it’s a crapshoot with me

Is Russian roulette a game you like to play?
You can’t second-guess the risks that you take…if they fail
I’m not trying to say
Our love couldn’t be great
Just don’t get fooled
When I change from hot to cold

(Chorus)
‘Cause I stop on a dime and change my tune
Don’t be surprised, don’t look confused
Baby, it’s a crapshoot with me

I stop on a dime and change my tune
Don’t be surprised, don’t look confused
Baby, it’s a crapshoot with me

Complicated Woman
By Anne Meredith-Will © 2003

When he walked in the door there were cups on the floor and the cat was on the table
The phone was off the hook the dog was chewing a book and the kids were watching cable
Where is your mother? We’re not sure but we think she’s on the roof
Here we go, approach on tiptoe, try to be a little aloof
And he’d listen once more to what he’d heard before

CHORUS:
I’m a complicated woman - I try my best
I’m a complicated woman – so don’t – suggest
And don’t ask, don’t ask me to explain
I’m a complicated woman with growing pains

He stuck his head outside to ask his bride is there something I forgot?
She scratched her ear, drained her beer and said “I wanna be an astronaut”
He’d had a long day and he wanted to say, “Hon, I thought you wanted this”
But he thought better, don’t make a mad hen wetter. So he crawled out and gave her a kiss
And he listened once more to what he’d heard before

REPEAT CHORUS:

Bridge:
Don’t you worry, it’s not your fault
Take your Sugar with the salt.

REPEAT CHORUS

The Driving Song - © 2001 Maggie Daly

What's your driving song?
What pumps you up
Which broken-hearted sad song
really rips you up
What do you like to hear,
Wind blowing through your hair
Smoke blowing back at you
Ashes too, but you don’t care

What is it that crosses your mind
when nothing more than you and time
are hanging out, side by side
by side...

What's your living song?
What jams you out
What funky, feel-good, strong tune
really kicks it out
What do you like to see
what makes you tick
what long lost, ancient memory
hits you like a brick

What is it that crosses your mind
when nothing more than you and time
are hanging out, side by side
by side...

They say it's a guy thing...
A man and his car
I guess my masculinity
well... it takes me pretty far
This is my music
it's written in gold
pouring out my molten soul
along the road we toll

What is it that crosses your mind
when nothing more than you and time
are hanging out, side by side
by side...

Maggie Daly
Chicago
http://jacksondaly.home.comcast.net
JacksonDaly@comcast.net

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Angie Jackson/Maggie Daly
Jackson Daly
Chicago/Los Angeles
www.mp3.com/JacksonDaly

The Desperate Wind
by Kim Tapie

No place to hide behind the bar,
out in the room hearts are scarred.
Movement slowed by the pressing crowd,
can't shake loose, wanna cry out loud.

Chorus:
Can you feel it coming. the storm within?
Passes by your table, chills the skin.
Can't sit still,... in this desperate wind.

Whose going to notice the tempest brewing,
the change in the weather, the clouds ensuing.
The darkness as it swirls around,
and takes our souls back underground.

Chorus:
Can you feel it coming, the storm within?
Passes by your table, chills the skin.
Can't sit still,... for the desperate wind.

Faces despondent, restless fate.
Gone in an instant, no time to debate
choices made that divide the seats.
Who will be shaken you or me?

Chorus:
Can you feel it coming, the storm within?
Passes by your table, chills the skin.
Can't sit still,... for the desperate wind.

Bridge:
Vengence permeates the news.
Intolerance invades our view.
Can we escape the rage un-chained?
The cyclone that brings constant rain.

Chorus:
Can you feel it coming, the storm within?
Passes by your table, chills the skin.
Can't sit still,... in this desperate wind.

Copyright2002Tapie

When Dogwood Blossoms Fall
© 2003 Elizabeth Marquez/ Michael Ellis

(Verse)
When Jasmine flowers bloom
Their fragrance whispers soon
He’ll be coming ‘round to her again
When dogwood blossoms fall
She knows that he will call
To take her places they’ve already been

(Verse)
Every year the ocean’s roar
Calls him to her shore
To Carolina’s sultry summer bays
He’ll work the wooden docks
No calendars or clocks
The nets will let him know how long to stay

(Chorus)
When dogwood blossoms fall
She takes her heart down off the shelf
Where she’s kept it hidden oh so well
Regrets are left behind her
When he comes to find her
Every year when dogwood blossoms fall

(Verse)
He'll take her in his arms
And give her all his heart
For four months out of every passing year
She’ll give him every night
Her passion in the fading light
And hide from him late summer’s quiet tears

(Chorus)
When dogwood blossoms fall
She takes her heart down off the shelf
Where she’s kept it hidden oh so well
Regrets are left behind her
When he comes to find her
Every year when dogwood blossoms fall

(Verse/Bridge – Slower Tempo)
Autumn's colors stain the leaves
A chill begins to fill the breeze
And clouds roll in to cover up the sun
When summer's last breath ends
Alone against the wind
She looks out to the sea and knows
He's gone

(Changed Chorus)
When summer turns to fall
She puts her heart back on the shelf
Where she keeps it hidden oh so well
Regret will sit beside her
Until he comes to find her
Again next year when dogwood blossoms fall

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Little Child

Lyrics by Gail Michaels Ellingsong
copyright 11/19/2001

Little child, why are you crying?
DonÕt you know itÕs Christmas time?
A time for peace.....a time for joy.....
a time for little girls and boys.

Oh little child! DonÕt turn away!
Oh little child! Hear what I say!
Little child.....little child so blue!

How can I turn away
when I hear a voice still say,
ÒIÕm so hungry!Ó, cries a small frail child.

What will it take to see
that all life here is meant to be -
weÕre the caregivers of this planet earth.

So...give a care for what you say,
and give a care for what you do.
And give your smile away to all -
youÕll find more coming back to you.....
And pretty soon weÕll see a new society!

LetÕs put our armor down!
LetÕs pass the wealth around!
ThereÕs so much here for all of us to share!

LetÕs wait on outer space!
First take care of the human race!
ThereÕs so many ways to show how much you care!

So...Give a care for what you say -
and give a care for what you do!
And give a helping hand to all
youÕll find a reason to stand tall.....
And pretty soon weÕll be a world society
living caringly.....living peacefully.....
living Love.

Little child, take my hand,
we can make a better place.
For you and me, and all we see
thereÕs a better way to be.

Oh little child, please take my hand.....
I see you truly understand.....
Little child, letÕs begin anew!

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Remnants of the Fence
©2001,2003 Montez Simmons

VERSE ONE
Many moons have passed since I last saw this place
I can see the years have not been kind
One thing stands securely though it’s lost its space
Underneath the crowds of brush and vine
The fence still waiting there just like a faithful friend
Conjures up the thoughts of times long past
And though I have returned to claim this life again
Am I strong enough inside to outlast

CHORUS
The remnants of the fence
With faded posts and beams
That slowly crumbles down now
Just like my hopes and dreams
Although I want to save it
For everything it’s kept for me
But because the gate’s wide open
Now all my memories run free

VERSE TWO
Every single corner holds a place in time
As I travel down the trail, I reminisce
One still holds the mark of my first love’s design
Just behind the oak where we first kissed
There are no recent memories but the ones I’ve left
Surround me with a comfort I have lacked
Though the rusty links behind me say I’ve done my best
Should I give up and fall or keep on standing fast (like)

CHORUS
The remnants of the fence
With faded posts and beams
That slowly crumbles down now
Just like my hopes and dreams
Although I want to save it
For everything it’s kept for me
But because the gate’s wide open
Now all my memories run free

BRIDGE
How can it remain the same
Without something new, just to bring it through
Brutal years of sun and rain
‘Cause it was built with love to stand true

INSTRUMENTAL SOLO

FINAL CHORUS
The remnants of the fence
With faded posts and beams
That slowly crumbles down now
Just like my hopes and dreams
Now the moment's come to save it
For everything it’s kept for me
But this time the gate is closing
It’s time to hold new memories

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My Bait Shop Song
by C. Wayne. Hardeman May 28, 2002 (901) 485-6910 carhar@rocketmail.com

Verse 1:

I wanted to open me a bait shop, went to the bank to borrow some funds
They said don't mess with small stuff, I should sell pistols and guns.
I'd need to manage human relations, OSHA inspect my shelves and bins
FDA approve my products, EEO be my best friend.

Chorus:

I've got to hire a dozen consultants Ship my goods just in time.
Put a website on the internet Not forget to globalize.
I want a bait shop, not a corporation. Look what consultants did to Enron.
I'll get my bait out of my garden. Sell worms and crickets, not pistols and guns.

Verse 2:

They said I'd need a market study. A traffic analysis should be run.
A flash enabled website To advertise my pistols and guns.
A database of all my products Secure shopping for all my lines
A plan for worldwide service To globalize just in time.

Chorus:

....same

Verse 3:

The bank has all them consultants, They used to work for Andersen.
And a customer with an overbundance Unsold stock of pistols and guns.
They have a bunch of web developers To put my bait shop up online
I'd soon be shipping worms and crickets And pistols and guns just in time.

Chorus:

....same

Verse 4:

I opened my own bait shop in a pickup truck in my front yard.
I didn't need no consultants. It really wasn't all that hard.
I am my very own manager. I'm having lots of fun.
Selling worms and crickets, not worrying about no pistols and guns.

Chorus:

....same
....

Hey Boss

Chorus:
Hey boss, why you doing that to me
Hey boss, why don’t you let me be
Hey boss, stop yelling at me
Hey boss…

You don’t let me think
Its’ all your thoughts
I’m just a number when you’re around
And that’s your loss

You’re wondering why
We all talk so much
Well we have dreams, goals and such

You’re a puppet, a jellyfish
All the time
With your boss
You’re always afraid to step out of line
Afraid to step out of line

Bridge
Hey Boss
Hey Boss

The work’s okay that we do
We work well together too
The only thing in the way is you
We can’t stand you, I said we can’t stand you

Now we know what not to do
When we go to other jobs
We will remember you
We’ve learned what not to do
We’ll all move on from you
And you’ll still be you…
And you’ll still be you…
Hey Boss !!!!!!

© 2003

Sandra Schnitter Lynbrook, NY 11563

MERCY
(by Karen Watson)

Glancing at my watch, then speeding up a bit,
Hoping to accomplish every goal I’ve set;
The list will never end, I’ll never do it all;
I tremble when I think of wasted moments I’ve let fall;
On darkest nights I wonder if I’ve any time at all–

A woman on TV, I watch her every week;
It seems I know her better than my neighbor ‘cross the street;
Can the love I have survive all my mistakes?
Should I have gone, should I have stayed, or did I wait too late?
I’m scared to be alone, I’m scared I’ve thrown too much away--

CHORUS
But a sweet, surprising mercy
Comes to me on an evening breeze.
I hear redemption in the raindrops
Falling through the trees.
There’s no clear explanation
For this calm I finally feel;
And the troubles inside, with so many names,
Simply start to heal.

Children far away, their bodies tired and bent,
Slave to satisfy that dollar I just spent.
Sometimes I’m the cause of pain I never see;
I’m not sure how to schedule time for things like love and peace;
Almighty expectations seem impossible to meet–

Repeat CHORUS

c 2003 Karen Watson

You Made Me Laugh (And Mean It)
- Matthew Fox (2003)

V1
I put on my robe and I straighten the bed
I touch the pillow where you lay your head
I might have been dreaming but I swear that you said
I’ll see you later, I love you

V2
I smell the coffee and I stumble downstairs
I smell your perfume hanging in the air
I notice the scarf you forgot to wear
Have a good day, Baby, I love you

PreCh
You showed me once on a Missouri night
I felt closer to fine than I ever thought I might
And once again in the New York lights

Chorus
You made me laugh and mean it
You made me cry like a little boy
You made me see what a man I can be

V3
I look at the children and remember when
I watched you touch their newborn skin
I fell in deep with you all over again
And yes, our babies they love you

V4
It’s not been as easy as we thought it should
You’ve hung in longer than I thought you would
I never thought that it could be this good
Thank you, Baby, I love you

PreCh

Chorus

Bridge
Now I don’t want to talk about the money
And I don’t want to talk about the kids
Or talk about anything at all
I just want to lay here with you, Honey
And do the things that we once did
And wake beside you when the morning calls (x2)

V5
The songs are sung and the good-nights said
I drag in late and crawl into bed
I quietly kiss your sleeping head
Good night, Baby, I love you (x3)

Chorus x2
You make me laugh and mean it
You make me cry like a little boy
You make me see what a man I can be

Song - A lot to live for!
Lyric and song by - copywrite Ryan Nicholson

Around town on a saturday afternoon
A big smile on your kid sitting next to you
The weekends, The seasons
A miracle in bloom

A long drive on a country road passing through
Complete strangers smiling right back at you
Your first pet, The sunset, Now don't forget

That when you're feeling down, Turn it around and sing.....

Chorus:
That there's a lot to live for
A reason to believe
No looking down, It's only up from here!

Right now, singing this song for you
A night out with friends catching tunes
A good book, A new look, staring back at you in the mirror

Summertime, no homework left to do
And the love you're doggie brings to you
A day off, A pay off, That you didn't plan

Another helping hand, someone who understands....YOU!!

Chorus
There's a lot to live for
A reason to believe
No looking down
It's only up from here

Bridge
Take all those hard times and wash them away
Wash all your hard times away

Chorus
Cause, there's a lot to live for
A reason to believe
No looking down
It's only up from here

THE END
Isn't there a lot to live for????

thank you for letting me share this wonderful song and lyric with you..

Love and light to you and yours....

Ryan Nicholson (RYNO)
www.ryannicholson.com
realize. you're. number. one

ELECTRICAL EMOTIONS
© Words and music by Calvin Stewart ( Oct. 4, 2003 )

Such a pretty day
For melting away, as we
Look into each others eyes

Don't go away
I'd like you to stay
You took my heart by surprise

CHORUS
I got lost in your eyes
And you got lost in mine
Both of us are prisoners
But neither of us mind
Prisoners of love
ooooohh

BRIDGE
Love everything that you do for me
I'm rollin' like the waves in the ocean
Filled with electrical emotions
You love the way I feel up next to you
You're rollin' like the waves in the ocean
Filled with electrical emotions

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK........................................

Steamy little bath tub
Giving you a back rub
Out of control and this is why

Chorus....
I got lost in your eyes
And you got lost in mine
Both of us are prisoners
But neither of us mind
Prisoners of love
oooohh

Love everything that you do for me
I'm rollin' like the waves in the ocean
Filled with electrical emotions
You love the way I feel up next to you
You're rollin' like the waves in the ocean
Filled with elecrical emotions
We're rollin' like the waves in the ocean

We're rollin' like the waves in the ocean x 3
Filled with electrical emotions
Prisoners of love x 3
oooohh

My Old Man - Copyright@2002 by Randy Gibson

He took me fishin' in the summer time
Spent his whole day untangling my line
But he never really seemed to mind
Just untied knots with patient hands

Taught me chords on my first guitar
How to shift gears in his ole car
To try and take folks the way they are
and do My best to understand

Taught me to respect my elders
and a lady too
and to never give up trying
anything you felt you had to do

If i never amount to much
I would have lived succesfully
If i'm half the father to my son
That my old man was to me.

R.G.Gibson- 2002.

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Remember When
Written by Randi Joy Shields
C 2003

Remember when Pico was the language
We had the Rolling Stones in an oatmeal carton
Scrambling the cliffs high above the Pacific
And wires sticks and pens had hearts and souls

Remember when we walked on logs on water
And Fairy Godgorilla narrated the whole show
We hit the big-time in the Flying Purple Rafters
Milking goats, feeding chickens, shitting in the snow

Dysfunctional childhood but still a world of wonder
Think of all the cool things we would do
The world came crashing down but you were a survivor
And my outstretched hand was there for you
And my life was not whole if I didn’t have you

Remember when we’d go to wild parties
Find excitement in the dull town of Susanville
We’d “go slow”, hang low, strum on our guitars
Singing Tommy, Neil Young, Dylan or our own

Remember when we were drinking instant Folgers
Smoking stale green leaf while holding up the farm
But we had “Waves” and “Remember Me Always”
And always some gorgeous boy in our arms

Dysfunctional teens but still a life of wonder
Think of all the cool things we would do
The world came crashing down but you were a survivor
And my outstretched hand was there for you
And my life was not whole if I didn’t have you

Vo! Yollejo, Jolly Taco, my other half
Grab onto the next stronghold, stay on the path
You can do it, you can make it, you can clear the way
To carry on your legacy, continue to create

Remember when we sang country in Reno
Sneaking out back with Buddy and Renee
While still drawing pictures of everyone we knew
Writing songs, recording, seizing each day

Remember when we started gigging in the city
Candles on stage while bums pissed the doorway
And every show we played, we dressed up so pretty
And we truly believed we’d be stars one day

Dysfunctional band but what a life of wonder
Think of all the cool things we would do
The world came crashing down but you were a survivor
And my outstretched hand was there for you
And my life was not whole if I didn’t have you

Remember when we would follow Al Stewart
John, Stan, The Call, how they lead the way
And as bleak as our lives were, you were still a writer
Songs, books, movies, soaps, stories

Remember when we performed at the pot club
And the faces of the people who were facing their last days
You still spread love, hope, and inspiration
To folks who had no one and were pushed out of the way

Dysfunctional addiction but your life is still a wonder
Think of all the cool things we could do
Yes, the world is crashing down but you are a survivor
And my outstretched hand is there for you
And my life will not be whole if I don’t have you
No, I will not be whole if I lose you

DUCT TAPE
Words & music by Joe Wrabek

1.
This mornin', when I turned on T.V.
A couple guys was talkin' to me
Explaining about the mysteries of duct tape;
It's gray in color, feels like leather,
Sticks almost anything back together--
Lord, but I could use a roll of duct tape.

CHORUS
Since you left me, Baby, my life's been ripped in two,
My whole world is falling apart;
And I'm gonna pray tonight for a big roll of duct tape
To patch up the hole in my heart.

2.
When spackle cracks, and nails don't work,
And screwin' only makes it worse,
The solution to your problems might be duct tape;
It's good for leaks and holes and drips–
I hope it works on relationships,
‘Cause I got one that could use a lot of duct tape.

CHORUS

LEAD BREAK (IF ANYBODY CAN PLAY LEAD)

3.
Well, it's miracle stuff, it's plain t' see,
I hear they use it at the P.U.D.–
That's right, your lights are on because of duct tape;
If your legs got broke or your engine blew,
It could make it look just as good as new–
I wish they could patch up me and you with duct tape.

CHORUS

4.
Well, I wisht I'd learned about it sooner,
I'd have taken some on my honeymoon–
There's a whole long list of things you can do with duct tape;
It can make a marriage last forever,
Keep you and your baby stickin' together–
Never, never leave home without your duct tape.

CHORUS

REPEAT CHORUS & END

(C) 2003 J. Wrabek dba Outside Services Ltd. All the usual rights reserved just in case.