Somewhere in Between

I wish we could be friends
Oh wait – no I don’t
I wish we could be in the same room
Without some kind of problem coming up

What happens to a love
Once the fire dies out
Can you mess with fate
Destroy what could have been now

Chorus:
Somewhere in between
Where we used to be
And that magical “I’m moving on”
Lies an empty space
Full of questions I’ve got no closure on
Somewhere in between
Devastated and stronger
In my universe I’ve created a monster

I’m not like you
I want something meaningful
And I’ve seen right through
Everything that used to appeal to me

What happens to a love
Once the fire dies out
Can you mess with fate
Destroy what could have been now

Chorus

I look in the mirror
I’m not the same person
I look to the sky
I’m feeling fine
This false bravado is brought to you by
The same creature who said
It’s my world – you’re just living in it

Somewhere in between the lines you speak
And what you really mean I think I hear
What you are saying
Frustrated that all my creations are
Simple reflections of imaginary brighter days

Chorus

© 2002 CKRockStar Music (ASCAP)
Words and music by Cris Williams

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www.criswilliams.com
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Better
Steve Brown © 2003

Weeping willow in the front yard
Never seemed so all alone
Those who tell you that the leaving’s tough
Have never tried the coming home

No one comes around to this old place
I always planned to come by soon
Used to call and ask him how he was
Every Sunday afternoon
He’d say

Better, better
I’ve been better

Its been longer than I’d care to tell
I’ve set my feet upon this porch
I can close my eyes and hear him yell
“Son, don’t you slam that door”

Neither one of us would give an inch
We argued every chance we got
I knew he worked long nights at Grayson’s mill
I never knew how hard he fought
To make life

Better, better
to make it better

BRIDGE:
I never heard the conversations
Or knew just what he’d sacrificed
To give his children more than he had
He lived his life
To make mine

Better, better
to make it better

Gravel driveway and a meadowlark
And that weeping willow tree
This old place was everything he had
And he left it all to me

I never understood a thing he did
‘Til I had children of my own
Now I go out Sunday afternoons
And make a promise to a stone
That I’ll do

Better, better
I’ll be better

[This message has been edited by Just Plain Steve (edited 01-10-2004).]

the corner
© 2003 john voorpostel

where were you in seventy two
we were living on the street
passing through like everyone else
windowpane casualties
busking on the corner
straight off a greyhound bus
put money in our pockets
for some wine and weed for us
but then rachel left me
to be the singer in a band
it was only some years later
I heard speed’d run away with her mind

me and some hassidic jew
were making music, quoting keats
he played a violin while I
laid down a steady beat
dancing on the corner
with shiksas high on dust
later on that evening
they came down on top of us
but then we met a prophet
and as summer turned to fall
we shouldered other burdens
and set out to change the world

where were you in eighty two
we were entering the mainstream
even jerry rubin would end
up walking down to wall street
selling out the corner
of course we didn’t know
it seemed so unimportant
and we really thought we’d grown
we had families and I was proud
my wife had gone to Yale
and I had scored some top ten hits
so tomorrow seemed quite safe

where were you in ninety two
our kids were in their teens
and all they know about us was
we were a who’s who of has beens
and so they took our corners
like we had done before
instead of poetry and music
they went and tallied up the score

where were you in two thousand and two
our kids have come of age
they're tearing at the corners
and storming barricades
they've taken on a mission
there is something they must do
they’re out to change the world
like we were in nineteen seventy two

[This message has been edited by John Voorpostel (edited 12-18-2003).]

Celebrate
By Gary Wickizer
© 2003

What can I say about today?
It’s not much different than yesterday.
The sun came up, when the moon left town.
Probably stick around till it goes down.

Like the stones in a path
The water in a brook
Our days follow each other
Like the pages in a story book

(Chorus)
Let’s celebrate the anniversary
Of a brand new day.
I don’t want to wait till tomorrow
It’s way too far away
A year from now, seems an eternity
Eternity is fine, if you spend it with me.

You know how time slips up on you
The way it slides out, on the sly
Everyday you pass through
Is just a cloud in the sky.

(Chorus)

Time is like a train, rollin’ down the track
The days you once had, never do come back.
So cherish every moment as it passes your way
Like the smile of a child, lost in his play.

(Chorus)

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"New Orleans Mourning"
writer: 'Tioga' Shawn Phillips
Dec '01

[intro/chorus]
If only...the Mississippi...flowed of whiskey
then I wouldn't find myself wishing
somehow it wasn't you that I'm missing

Spend my days hiding out here in New Orleans
& perhaps if I keep on drinking
the liqour'll wash my memory clean

[verse]
Waitin tables down at the Refish Grill
it's pretty fun & it pays the bills
I'm not quite the person you recall...
Changed my hair but you'd recognize me still
livin day to day do whatever I feel
here in the French Quarter havin a ball

Yeah & I think when I get off tonight
I'll head over to Pat O'Brians
drink myself some Hurricanes
& I think I'll party
'til sometime tommorow morning
'cause yesterday I did the same

[chorus]
& if only..the Mississippi..flowed of whiskey
then I wouldn't find myself whishing
somehow it wasn't you that I'm missing

Spend my days hiding out here in New Orleans
& perhaps if I keep on drinkin
the liquor'll wash my memory clean

[bridge]
Ohh I'm sorry for the way you felt
on the day that I left
you know I didn't mean to hurt you
but I didn't deserve you
You stole my heart with your smile
& I wanted to love you til the end of time
but your daddy, he didn't much like me
he thought you could do better & I agree

[chorus]
yeah & if only..the Mississippi..flowed of whiskey
then I wouldn't find myself wishing
somehow it wasn't you that I'm missing

spend my days hiding out here in New Orleans
& perhaps if I keep on drinking
the liqour'll wash my memory clean

[verse]
Walkin down Bourbon Street
wearin a set of green beads
yeah tonight I feel fine...
& I have a feelin it gonna be wild
'cause this town parties in style
gonna have a real good time

But even in the Big Easy
I still can't forget the memory
of the girl I once knew...
& in the city that never sleeps
where every night's like a dream
I find my thoughts drift to you...

I find my thoughts drift to you

Are We Enemies?
© 2001 David W. Matheson

Empty platform late at night,
Train spits us out from sep'rate cars,
I cross into your line of sight
You flash your symbols and your scars.
Face contorts to mask of spite,
Lit smoke flicked before my shoes,
Sparks the drive to fight or flight -
Too many signals to confuse.

Are we enemies?
Does it have to be?
Are we enemies?
That's all you can see in me?
Are we enemies?

I've been threatened and befriended
By both your kind and mine,
Been assaulted and defended
On both sides of that line.
I've learned not to put store in
The need to hide or bare my throat
By the color of your skin
Or the colors on your coat.

Are we enemies?
Is this stage too small?
Are we enemies?
Not by me - it's your call.
Are we enemies?

Bridge:
Am I
Too light, too dark, too short, too tall,
To make you want to make me crawl?
Too old, too young, too poor, too rich,
Too weak, too strong, tell me which.

Keep my gaze cold and steady,
As your own glare grows hotter,
To show you I stand ready -
No shorn lamb to the slaughter.
Read the hands and read the eyes.
Scan the space from stair to ledge.
Don't be too quick or too wise.
Find a bridge and find an edge.

Are we enemies?
No safe way to turn?
Are we enemies?
Our paths cross - now I'll learn.
Are we enemies?

Fallen Trees (Rescue Me)© Gary Yeomans

(Verse 1)
I can’t help it I’ve lost the will to care
I’m so low I cant be bothered with despair
I know the bottle hates me, dogs my steps
never the less it helps me to forget

(chorus)
My body’s aching
My heart is breaking
But If it pleases you
Releases you
I'll let you rescue me
Rescue me,
I’m hiding here,here amongst the fallen trees
Rescue Me

(Verse 2)
The soup you bring, I've lost the urge to eat
Shoes so worn they can’t be bothered with my feet
I know that Jesus loves me, Christ knows why
never the less it helps me to get bye

(Bridge)
Gather me I’m spiritual fire wood
Warm your heart, save my soul ,system understood
I don’t need you as much as you need me
Me and all the other dead and fallen trees

(chorus)
My body’s aching
My heat is breaking
But If it pleases you
Releases you
I'll let you rescue me
Rescue me,
I’m hiding here amongst the fallen trees
Rescue me,

(verse 3)
I can’t help it I’ve lost the will to live
Soul so poor I have got nothing left to give
I know you wanna save me, God knows why
Never the less if it helps you I will try

(chorus)
My body’s aching
My heat is breaking
But If it pleases you
Releases you
I'll let you rescue me
Rescue me,
I’m hiding here amongst the fallen trees
Rescue me,

[This message has been edited by snabbu (edited 12-30-2003).]

Gravity Is My Enemy
By Mark E. Schwerin
9512 Candytuft
Galesburg, MI 49052
mark.schwerin@wmich.edu
©2003

Gravity is my enemy
in the mornin' when I rise.
Well, it don't take much
for me to stay in bed
when I look into your eyes.
Every mornin' when the sun comes up
that's when I realize
that gravity is my enemy
in the mornin' when I rise.

Well, I don't want to go to work,
I don't want to have to compromise.
I don't want to shower, shave, get dressed
and go out and socialize.
It's so nice lyin' here with you
in a bed that's just our size.
Well, gravity is my enemy
in the mornin' when I rise.

Well, I don't want to raise my head,
don't want to watch the sun rise.
Well, I don't want to listen to
a bunch of fools crackin' wise.
You've got just what it takes
to keep me hypnotized.
Well, gravity is my enemy
in the mornin' when I rise.

Well, someday I'm gonna have it all,
it's all goin' to materialize.
I'll be able to lie in bed all day
without getting criticized.
But until then, hand me the phone,
I'm callin' in immobilized.
Well, gravity is my enemy
in the mornin' when I rise.

DON'T GIVE UP
(C) 2003 RAYMOND OGAGARUE

IT'S TRUE THAT SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE
GIVING UP ON MY SET GOALS
SEEMS TO ME ALL MY PLANS AND HARDWORK
ARE IN VAIN
I CRY I'VE MADE A MISTAKE
BUT WHEN I CONSIDER MY FAITH
BOTH IN GOD AND THE POWER OF MY WILL
I HAVE FAILED ONLY WHEN I GIVE UP
ON MY DREAM
RIGHT NOW THERE'S NO LOOKING BACK

(CHORUS)
SOMETHING TELLS ME THAT IF I DON'T GIVE UP
JUST MAKE ONE MORE TRY ,TAKE ONE MORE STEP
THOUGH I MAY NOT KNOW WHAT IT WOULD BRING
BUT THEN I'M DRAWING NEARER MY GOAL

MY SUCESS WILL SURELY COME
'CAUSE I'M IN THE HANDS OF MY GOD
THE MISTAKES, WHAT I'VE LEARNT
AND MY STRENGTHS POINT TO IT
I SEE LIGHT TROUGH THE TUNNEL
SHATTERED HOPES SHALL BE RESTORED
AIMLESS GOALS RE-TARGETED
JUST BE BRAVE, DON'T GIVE UP
TAKE COURAGE ,BE FOCUSSED
THE INNER VOICE ASSURES ME

(CHORUS)
SOMETHING TELLS ME THAT IF I DON'T GIVE UP
JUST MAKE ONE MORE TRY, TAKE ONE MORE STEP
THOUGH I MAY NOT KNOW WHAT IT WOULD BRING
BUT THEN I'M DRAWING NEARER MY GOAL

(BRIDGE)
THOUGH THE TIDE MAY BE THOUGH
BUT THEN I'LL GET THOUGH ON WITH IT
'CAUSE I KNOW THROUGH IT ALL
I WILL SMILE

(CHORUS)
SOMETHING TELLS ME THAT IF I DON'T GIVE UP
JUST MAKE ONE MORE TRY ,TAKE ONE MORE STEP
THOUGH I MAY NOT KNOW WHAT IT WOULD BRING
BUT THEN I'M DRAWING NEARER MY GOAL
(REREAT AGAIN)

END.

[This message has been edited by Raymond (edited 12-22-2003).]

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“Alright” by Eliaser R. Chaparro

Verse 1:
My head is reeling as I step the edge
I wanna reel you in from off this window ledge
You’ve tasted life and now you’d rather be dead
But you’re hanging on by one last thread

You try to tell me love’s a mystery
And I just laugh ‘cause that’s not news to me
See, I been lovin you since we were thirteen
And I caught you cryin in that maple tree
Run away from home

Chorus 1:
You looked at me and said
I’ll be damned if I let that man touch me again
I know it’s hard sometimes being my friend
But can you tell me it’ll all be alright?
It’ll be alright

Verse 2:
Next time I saw you was in New York City
You just smiled and said you’d missed me
You meant to write but then your life got busy
Behind your black eye you were still pretty

We went to Brooklyn and we talked all day
In that coffee shop behind the Kenyan buffet
When we ran out of easy things to say
That’s when you told me you were moving away
Again

Chorus 2:
You looked at me and said
I’ll be damned if I let that man hit me again
I know it’s hard sometimes being my friend
But could you tell me it’ll all be alright?
It’ll be alright

Verse 3:
I can tell by the look in your eyes
It’s been a long time since things were alright
You’ve seen a lifetime of half-truths and lies
Believed in love and paid the price
Alone

Chorus 3:
You look at me and say
I’d be damned to let another man chase me away
I know it’s hard sometimes, knowing what to say
But would you tell me it’ll all be alright
It’ll be alright

Copyright 2003 Eliaser R. Chaparro
All Rights Reserved

[This message has been edited by negrito7 (edited 12-20-2003).]

"SAME" BY FRANKLIN VASSALLO © 2003

INTRO:
OTHERS MAY OFFER THEIR VALENTINES
EXPRESSING THEIR LOVE IN A CARD.
I HAVE CHOSEN THESE MUSIC LINES
SHOWING TIME HASN'T DIMMED MY REGARD.

V1.
SAME LOVE FOR YOU IN ME
SAME DEEP DESIRE.

V.2
SAME CHOSEN DESTINY
SAME PASSION'S FIRE.

BRIDGE:
SAME LOVE EACH DAY,
LOVE EACH WAY,
BUT ALWAYS IS STILL BRAND NEW.

V.3
SAME CONTENTMENT SO REAL,
IN KNOWING YOU FEEL THE SAME.

RETURN TO BRIDGE TO END.

[This message has been edited by Softkrome (edited 12-30-2003).]

[This message has been edited by Softkrome (edited 01-11-2004).]

Different Yet The Same
(c) 2003 by Robert Rose

[Verse 1]

Inward, safe where we all seek cover
Facing one another
We're family, peer and lover
There's a central place solving awesome puzzles
Cravings, bonds and tussles
With money, love and guzzles
You ask yourself, "Oh--
What's my fashion? Where's my passion?
Who to be like now?
What's my story? Don't be boring--
Anything to laugh about?"
The trendy crowd is different yet the same
Where we've been breeds "That's what's in"
You're not a clone, create a style of your own

[Chorus 1]

All of your life you've been tryin' to
Think and look and feel
You hide while you decide between
What's fake and what is real
Follow the times and you'll find
That with all you can conceal
A self-inspired notion ends
To please a clique of fickle friends

[Interlude]

"I wanna be different"
"I wanna be led"
"I wanna new skin print"
"I wanna new head"

[Bridge]

Well, you can dress up in cadaver
With those rings throughout your nose
You're not a single bit conservative
The mainstream is alternative
Just conform to molds of certain kinds
Or your can choose to be superlative
The world is built on innovation
Anything you do might blow our minds!

[Snippet]

The blind sing out,
"We're different-- they're the same"

[Verse 2]

Inward, safe, where we all seek cover
Hanging with each other
We're silly, smart and shover
There's a psyche space
Soaking up the struggles
Taking on our troubles
A growing image juggles
You ask yourself, "Oh--
What's my fashion? Where's my passion?
Who to be like now?
What's my story? Don't be boring--
Anything to laugh about?"
The trendy crowd is different yet the same
Where we've been breeds "That's what's in"
You're not a clone, create a style of your own

[Chorus 2]

All of your life you've been tryin' to
Think and look and feel
You hide while you decide between
What's fake and what is real
Follow the times and you'll find
That with all you can conceal
A self-inspired notion ends
To please a clique of fickle, nickel friends!

[Chorus 3]

All of your life you've been tryin' to
Beg and stroke and steal
You hide while you decide
If it's an act you can repeal
Follow the times and you'll find
That with all you can't reveal
Your insecure veneer should change
Before you call me wierd and strange...

[This message has been edited by Robert Rose (edited 12-21-2003).]

The One-eyed Babysitter
(c) 8/28/2000
Author - Robert E. Oxford

The one-eyed baby-sitter, dispenses her advice
With colorful depictions of her idea of life
It’s a great seduction, of our children and our teens
As we’re all out chasing more important things, it seems

Telling stories of murder, of violence and life
She shows how disagreements, can be settled with a knife
She repeats the droning message, it’s embedded in their brains
And then we sit and wonder, when the children go insane

Wake up My friends – It’s your future you defend
Wake up My friends – You can bring this to an end

It’s just harmless entertainment, she’s been serving to our teens
But what you hear her say, isn’t really what she means
She’ll maximize her profits, by trading on her vice
And before you know it, it’s you who’ll pay the price

She says she’s not the cause, of the shooting and the strife
She didn’t pull the trigger, she’s not holding the knife
But she’ll toy with their emotions while programming their minds
Though you may not call it teaching, they’re learning all the time

Wake up My friends – It’s your future you defend
Wake up My friends – You can bring this to an end

It’s not the children’s fault, it’s the choices they’ve been shown
It’s what they’ve all been taught, by the lady we all know
We let her in our house, and we let her in our mind
Is it any wonder when we all wake up to find, that

The one-eyed baby-sitter, dispenses her advice
With colorful depictions of her idea of life
It’s a great seduction, of our children and our teens
As we’re all out chasing more important things, it seems

She says she’s not the cause, of the shooting and the strife
She didn’t pull the trigger, she’s not holding the knife
But she’ll toy with their emotions while programming their minds
Though you may not call it teaching, they’re learning all the time
Though you may not call it teaching, they’re learning all the time
Though you may not call it teaching, they’re learning all the time

"Take a Look At Grandma"

BACK IN THE DAYS,WHEN I WAS JUST A KID
I USED TO GO SEE GRANDMA EVERY CHANCE I’D GET
SHE WAS ALWAYS COOKIN ,BACK BEHIND THE STOVE
SHE NEVER LEFT THE KITCHEN,HELL SHE NEVER EVEN DROVE.... ....

NOWADAYS ITS DIFFERENT ANYONE CAN SEE
AINT TOO MANY GRANDMAS LOOKIN LIKE AUNT BEE
NOW THEY GO OUT DANCIN. SLEEPIN IN LATE
LORDY LORDY GRANDMAS GOT A DATE-

TAKE A LOOK AT GRANDMA-LOOK WHERE SHE’S AT NOW
SHE’S OUT THERE ON THE DANCE FLOOR
SHE AINT BEHIND NO PLOW/MILKIN A COW
SHE USED TO DO HER DANCIN IN THE KITCHEN
NOW SHE’S OUT ON THE TOWN
TAKE A LOOK AT GRANDMA---WATCH HER GET DOWN

I GUESS I’M GETTIN OLD OR I DONT KNOW WHERE ITS AT
I DONT REMEMBER GRANDMAS LOOKIN QUITE LIKE THAT
ALL THE GRANDMAS GOT LAPTOPS SURFIN ON THE NET
THEY’RE DRIVIN TO THE TRACK AND THEY’RE PLACIN THEIR BETS

SHE GOT THE ANKLE BRACELET,SEQUINS IN HER HAIR
GRANDMAS OUT ROCKIN BUT IT AINT IN NO CHAIR
IS IT MY IMAGINATION ,OR IS THAT MY EX-WIFES’ MOM?
SHAKIN ON THE DANCEFLOOR,WITH THAT PRETTY RED DRESS ON

REPEAT CHORUS

If Heaven Allows

(c)Billy Ray Jarrell/Willie McCulloch2003

The smell of hot coffee on a faint push of wind
The creak of warm leather in my hand
And the freedom to choose
What I win and what I lose
Simple blessings that few understand

The rhythm of the prairie is as old as the dust
That covers the saddles and spurs
And the size of the sky
Is a constant surprise
When the moon decides heaven is hers

Tales sung by the Indian tribes
Lullabies born of the land
Words of the poets fail to describe
The peace when we make no demands

If life is a measure of what we deserve
May I live in the canyons and hills
Where my spirit can ride
With the wind at my side
If heaven allows it I will

Tales sung by the Indian tribes
Lullabies born of the land
Words of the poets fail to describe
The peace when we make no demands

If life is a measure of what we deserve
May I live in the canyons and hills
Where my spirit can ride
With the wind at my side
If heaven allows it I will
If heaven allows it I will
©Willie McCulloch/Billy Ray Jarrell2003

Just Like Stevie Ray
©2003 Craig Lincoln. All rights reserved

~ Stevie Ray Vaughan ~
3 October 1954 - 27 August 1990
(Slow Blues)

I dreamed I went out walking
and found a bottle in the sand,
And when I stooped to take it up
the instant that warm glass touched my hand
A dark spirit rose before me,
and stood to serve at my command.

It showed me earthly treasures,
things I could have that very day;
And dark, carnal pleasures,
anything that lustful lips could move to say
But I had just one desire…
to play the blues like Stevie Ray.

For a bluesman who is worthy
can rake your heart across the coal;
And they say that Robert Johnson
could put a lick inside your very soul;
But a single note from Stevie
could leave a bloody bullet hole.

Now it’s told that Robert Johnson met
the Devil at the crossroads, in dismay;
And what business was transacted there,
no righteous man would dare to say;
But from that dark night forward, Oh Lord,
that country boy could surely play!

And I dream I’m at that crossroads,
in the howling winds and driving rains;
“You can play just like Stevie Ray…"
Satan says, "…but for something in exchange”
And I smiled right at the devil, and said,
“Take my soul… you can keep the change.”

Solo - in the spirit of SRV

Now I dream I’m on a mountain top,
and it’s the final Judgment Day;
As one by one my sins are counted up,
and there ain't no time left to pray;
And with Judgment hard upon me,
I pick up my guitar...
...and start to play.

All that we say is Goodbye
(c) 2003 Douglas R. Brouder (aka Guildslinger)

Not too long ago we talked about subjects that mattered
And we cursed and we cried and we whispered; we flirted and flattered
Now we still start those same conversations
But it's too hard to speak when we try
And it seems like these days
All that we say is goodbye

We were lovers then friends and the end came about much too fast
Like that old shooting star cliche, we were not meant to last
When I see you around then the sound of your voice makes me wonder and stumble and sigh
And it seems like these days
All that we say is goodbye

(Chorus)
Goodbye, goodbye
Just the sound of it once made me cry
Goodbye, goodbye
Now you don't have to say it, it's there in your eyes

I saw you today and I fell right back under your spell
And then you turned away like the day I remember too well
You're that sledgehammer feeling way down in my mind you're that
Cold winter rain in my eyes
And it seems like these days
All that we say is goodbye

(break)
We had something once that was magic and true
Until you had to wander along
And nowadays all of my thoughts about you
Are forbidden and restless and wrong

So just go your own way, it's OK
I guess I'll go mine
I may stare for a while but I swear I won't follow this time
If I started to speak you would see all that weakness I live with
Night after night
And I guess it's OK that all that we say is goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye
Just the sound of it once made me cry
Goodbye, goodbye
Now you don't have to say it, it's there in your eyes
Goodbye, goodbye
Just the sound of it once made me cry
And I guess it's OK that all that we say is goodbye
Yeah, I guess it's OK that all that we say is goodbye

Good Day To Die c Wyman Griffith
V 1
The Roman three stood on the bridge
Ten thousand in their face
To buy the time to take it down
And maybe save the day
Tho' they knew the chance was high
That they'd pay with their lives
Above the sky was bluest blue
And it looked like a good day to die

V 2
The light brigade charged at the guns
All spouting shot and flame
And every man among them knew
A blunder was to blame
The thunder of their horses hooves
Drowned out their battle cry
For queen and God and country
And it looks like a good day to die

V3
The Seventh rode with Custer
Against Cheyenne and Souix
A few hundred against thousands
In each troopers heart they knew
That when spring came to the prairie
And the grass again grew high
It would wave above their graves
But it looked like a good day to die

V4
The old man lay on a bed of pain
That seemed to have no end
His daughter said we need to go
To see the doctor once again
He said, no Susie,it's my time
I've fought a right good fight
I'm goin' to see your mother now
'Cause it looks like a good day to die

Tag
Move me over by the window girl
It looks like a good day to die

If I Kill Myself This Christmas words and music by Steven Hardy

If I kill myself this Christmas, have a drink on me,
Put all my belongings under some poor family’s tree,
Dress me up like Santa, deck me out in mistletoe,
Sing “O, Hallelujah,” and bury me in snow.

If I kill myself this Christmas I won’t have to pretend
That all the people I don’t like are suddenly my friends.
My vital organs, I'll be happy to donate.
O, Rudolph, can you guide me to the Pearly Gates?

Jolly Old Saint Nicholas,
Time to take me off your list.
Angels we have heard on high,
Sing me one more lullaby.

If I kill myself this Christmas I know my friends will grieve,
But they’ll be getting over it in time for New Year’s Eve,
So, crack the champagne open, toast the year and me good-bye,
I’ll be with Guy Lombardo’s Royal Canadians in the sky.

Jolly Old Saint Nicholas,
Time to take me off your list.
Angels we have heard on high,
Sing me one more lullaby.

© Steven Hardy SOCAN
stevenhardy@serix.com

HANDS OFF

I'm Hungry
and Scared
Don't put your fingers
too near the cage
boy

Come inside
but look out
for my downshift eyes
when nothing you could do
would get my pulse to rise
Don't you think I know
I make a questionable prize

Hands Off
Baby, Hands off me
Don't Drive me home
tonight
Hands Off
Baby hands off me
I'm not going
to the place you call heaven
tonight

Pretty
Isn't she
Standing by by the bar
Handing out smiles
that seem to draw them in for miles
You'll find
She likes to keep it to a
Slow grind
Baby, if you don't mind

Hands Off...

Hiding and waiting is fine
Loneliness suits my mysterious side
And heartbeats that heave into tears all the time

Hands Off...

(c)2003 Esme Montgomery

"Two Letters And A Heart"

© DANOLYRICS[dan fenstermacher](BMI) 2003

(V1)
Last night while in her room,
My six year old was drawing,
I was out in the hallway folding some clothes,
She came out with a smile,
And cardboard she was holding,
With red marker steak from one cheek to her nose,

(Pre Ch.)
"Daddy, I made you something,
It`s not fancy, but it`s true",
Then she handed it to me,
And said "I hope it`ll do"...

(CH)
Two letters and a heart,
Drawn on a cardboard sign,
A simple I Love You,
From her soul to mine,
A marker and three strokes,
A priceless piece of art,
When symbols transcend words,
Two letters and a heart.

(V2)
The tears, they came again,
She asked why I was crying,
I told her "your Mom had made me signs like this",
Once when we were just five,
Then the week before her passing,
When she whispered "give our baby girl a kiss",

(2nd Pre Ch.)
"Honey, I made you something,
It`s not fancy, but it`s true",
Then she handed it to me,
"It`s all the strength I have to do"...

(CH)
Two letters and a heart,
Drawn on a cardboard sign,
A simple I Love You,
From her soul to mine,
A marker and three strokes,
A priceless piece of art,
When symbols transcend words,
Two letters and a heart.

(Bridge)
Today we dug out the old cedar chest,
And stored this new memento with the rest,
I think nothing more could ever be said,
Than with two letters and a heart..in red.

(CH)
Two letters and a heart,
Drawn on a cardboard sign,
A simple I Love You,
From her soul to mine,
A marker and three strokes,
A priceless piece of art,
When symbols transcend words,
Two letters and a heart.

Two letters and a heart.

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My Gift
Mireya Manigault

My how the seasons have changed
And all along, I've still felt the same
About you
You're my ray of sun on a cloudy day
You're the apple of my eye
And in so many ways
You're all that keeps me sane
In this desperate world

Funny how, the time has gone past
And there were times, I wasn't sure we would last
And yet here we are
With the clicking of time
And I still know without a doubt in my mind
That you're the one
You're my warmest gentle breeze
And you are my sweetest peaceful sleep
And for all the things you've given me
My sincerest gratitude
So I stand here now before you
Offering my gift to you

My gift to you, all of my love for the rest of my days

Funny how we started off as friends
And who could have told
That this would be our end
Or beginning
I never would have thought we'd come this far
Where two become one in mind, soul and heart
You're the mitigating force that calms my storms
I find the warmest, safest place here in your arms
And for all the things you've given me
I could never repay you
But I stand here now before you
Offering myself to you

My gift to you, all of my love for the rest of my days

Today you've given me your hand
And agreed to take this chance
That maybe this is what true love is for
How could I ever want for more

My gift to you, all of my love for the rest of my days
All of my love for the rest of my days

© 2003 ENISLED SONGS PUBLISHING

THE FESTIVAL
Rhonda S. Helzner, aka Ronnee-Sue Helzner, copyright 1995
Written and first performed at the Orkney Traditional Folk Festival, Scotland - 5/28/95

CHORUS:
Well, I think we have come to a crossroads in time
Where your life goes your way, and my life goes mine.
And where we shall meet next, I cannot describe,
But Life weaves a web across Time.

There’s so many times when I wish I could stay
In a place or a moment for just one more day.
To hold a good friend, to have a good say,
To ask Time to hold off one more day.

CHORUS:
And I think we have come to a crossroads in time
Where your life goes your way, and my life goes mine.
And where we shall meet next, I cannot describe,
But Life weaves a web across Time.

A window in time turns into a door,
When the friends that you’re with, you’ve been with before.
You didn’t know then, that Time would be kind,
And grant you this gift of the mind.

CHORUS:
And I think we have come to a crossroads in time
Where your life goes your way, and my life goes mine.
And where we shall meet next, I cannot describe,
But Life weaves a web across Time.

It’s the people we meet, that nourish our soul,
They change us and shape us, break us out of our mold.
We share and we grow, we treasure the time,
For together we find peace of mind.

CHORUS:
And I think we have come to a crossroads in time
Where your life goes your way, and my life goes mine.
And where we shall meet next, I cannot describe,
But Life weaves a web across Time.
Yes, Life weaves a web across Time.

"Mary Lynda"
by G. Lee © 2003
(G. Lee a.k.a. Gloria Lee Roubal)

(verse)
She’s got yellow, among the other shades
In a hurry, for all the plans that she has made
Such a little girl, but she’s a woman too
She’s got yellow with undertones of blue

(chorus)
She’s a myriad of muted hues
But they all blend together like the magic in her shoes
She clicks her red heels three times
And she is taken somewhere
Back to black and white

(verse)
She sees purple, when she is floating high
Gold and silver, the glimmer in her eye
Like a whisper, she radiates a light
Can you see her as she waves her gray goodbye

(chorus)
She’s a myriad of muted hues
But they all blend together like the magic in her shoes
She clicks her red heels three times
And she is taken somewhere
Back to black and white
Back to black and white

(verse)
Green adventures, racing in the sun
Tiny creatures, they watch her as she runs
Never sated, but sometimes satisfied
Smiling softly, magenta magnified

(half chorus)
She clicks her red heels three times
And she is taken somewhere
Back to black and white
Back to black and white

(outro)
She is waiting for a brighter time
She is waiting for a clearer sign
She is waiting for the stars to shine
She is waiting for the moon to climb
Into the black night now
Into the black night now
Back...
Into the black night now

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BLUE CRAYONS WRITE THE BEST

THE CARD SAID SEASONS GREETINGS AND THE PICTURE WAS OF THEM
LITTLE JIMMY SMILING WITH HIS MOTHER HOLDING HIM
ON THE BOTTOM OF THE CARD WAS A NOTE THERE JUST FOR ME
IT WAS PRINTED IN BLUE CRAYONS WITH THE LETTERS HARD TO READ

CHORUS

IT SAID I LOVE YOU DADDY EVEN THOUGH YOUR FAR AWAY
I HOPE YOU'LL COME HOME SOON AND I WISH THIS TIME YOU'LL STAY
I LEARNED TO WRITE SINCE YOU'VE BEEN GONE MOM IS HELPING ME WITH THIS
AND I HOPE YOU LIKE THE COLOR BLUE CRAYONS WRITE THE BEST

MY CAREER HAS TAKEN ME AWAY AND I'VE GONE FOR MUCH TO LONG
AND THESE COLORED CRAYON WORDS SHOW ME WHERE I BELONG
MY EYES BEGAN TO FILL WITH TEARS AND A LUMP ROSE IN MY THROAT
AS I READ AGAIN THE CRAYON WORDS MY LITTLE JIMMY WROTE

REPEAT CHORUS

I KNOW HE'S GROWING UP TO FAST AND I WISH THAT I WAS THERE
AND THE LIFE I ALWAYS DREAMED OF IS NOT THE LIFE I'M LEAVING HERE
SO I BOUGHT MYSELF SOME CRAYONS AND I KNEW WHICH ONE TO USE
AND I WROTE A LETTER BACK TO HIM IN CRAYON COLORED BLUE

MODIFIED CHORUS

IT SAID I LOVE YOU JIMMY EVEN THOUGH I'M FAR AWAY
AND I'LL BE COMING HOME SOON AND THIS TIME YOU KNOW I'LL STAY
YOU LEARNED TO WRITE SINCE I'VE BEEN GONE AND I THANK YOUR MOM FOR THIS
AND YES I LIKE THE COLOR BLUE CRAYONS WRITE THE BEST

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AMANDA’S DREAMS

V1>
There’s a diner on the corner of Roosevelt and Main
At the counter stands a waitress watching the pouring rain
She watches the neon colors streaming down the Window Pane
Then gives a soft and gentle sigh: Amanda is her name

Chorus>
Amanda’s dreams are bigger than the life Amanda leads
The world is blind to all the things she could someday be
Amanda leads a secret life at least that’s how it seems
I wish that I could look inside and see Amanda’s dreams

V2>
It’s three o’clock in the morning but it doesn’t seem that late
There’s American Pie on the jukebox and peach pie on my plate
I’ve got a cup of coffee some sugar and some cream
The only thing I really want is to be in Amanda’s dreams

<Repeat Chorus>

Bridge>
I wonder if she ever dreams of sailing on the sea
Does she dream of a happy home and a loving family
Does she dream of rainbows in a blue sky up above
I wonder if she dreams of finding love….

V3>
She’s in her early twenty’s ‘though it’s kind of hard to tell
Behind the smile and sparkling eyes she’s seen her share of Hell
If I could take her away from here things would never be the same
She doesn’t know that I exist doesn’t even know my name

<Key change, Repeat Chorus>

I wish that I could look inside and see Amanda’s dreams

© 2003, words by Timothy D Brown (BMI), music by Graham Snow

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If the Muse fits, wear it

MARRIED STRANGERS
©2002LyricsJamesRussell

(Male)
I slowly open the front door
To our home of fifteen years
The first thing I see is a stranger
Whose love has now disappeared?

She throws me a sad smile
And quickly walks away
I wonder what went wrong
She used to kiss me each day

Chorus (Both)
Just call us married strangers
Two that ignored the dangers
Of letting our love slip away
By not taking the time to say
I love you more everyday

(Female)
He comes home late each night
Heading straight for his chair
He used to tell me about his day
Now all I get is his cold stare

He disappears behind his paper
Thinking everything’s all right
I wonder what went wrong
He used to hold me at night

Chorus (Both)
Just call us married strangers
Two that ignored the dangers
Of letting our love slip away
By not taking the time to say
I love you more everyday

Bridge
(Male)
Has she turned her back on our love
Her leaving used to be my biggest fear

(Female)
I guess he decided to end our love
Now it’s time to wipe away my tears

Chorus (Both)
Just call us married strangers
Two that ignored the dangers
Of letting our love slip away
By not taking the time to say
I love you more everyday

Tag
(Both)
You pushed us apart

THE COLORS OF BLUE

VERSE 1
Your Passion Pink lipstick stain, on my coffee cup
My t-shirt you slept in, smudged with coral blush
Those pearl earrings I gave you, but you didn’t pack
And those red roses you planted, out there in the back

PRE-CHORUS
I never paid much attention to colors before
But these are haunting me, making me miss you more

CHORUS
I’ve seen the deep blue ocean, watched clouds float in the clear blue sky
Thought I’d fin’lly found love when I got lost in your blue eyes
But ‘til the day that you left me, ‘til you said we were through
Oh, I never knew, all the colors of blue

VERSE 2
I stare out the front window, as I lay on the couch
Look at our wedding picture, but I can’t figure out
How those smiles disappeared, how that joy slipped away
And how do I live when life won’t ever be the same

PRE-CHORUS2
It hurts to think about you, that’s why I hurt all the time
I see your face ev’rywhere, God I wish that love was blind

CH2:

BRIDGE
That blue party dress you’d ordered, came yesterday
A deliv’ry of misery, a package of pain

CH3:

Copyright 2003 Ken Harris San Antonio,TX 78231 210-493-8813 ken.harris@earthlink.net

Middle Aged Crazy
Patricia Baker, BMI
Copyright2003

Chorus:
Middle-aged crazy,
It’s the real deal,
I still like bikinis,
And sexy high heels.
Middle-aged crazy,
I love how it makes me feel.

V1
Drive a Corvette ‘cause my thinking’s young,
Just older and wiser, but I like having fun.
Not the least bit offended by stray looks I get,
I’ll flirt back because I’m not dead yet.
My kids are appalled I say what I mean,
Middle-aged crazy, just lettin’ off steam.

Repeat Chorus

V2
Way past twenty, going on seventeen,
Not over the hill, I’m stuck in between.
It’s my coming out, I need my space,
Who the hell says I have to grow old with grace?
Like wearing short dresses, my eyelashes long,
Middle aged crazy and going strong.

Bridge:
My parents are worried, they think I’m weird,
I still haven’t told them my navel is pierced.
Going through some changes, inside I’m calm,
This time next year, I’ll be totally blonde.

Repeat Chorus

Tag:
My husband loves what’s happening to me,
Can’t wait to find out what my next thing will be.

Charleston, South Carolina
(You Could Find Her)

You won’t find her
in Cincinnati
she’s headed east
toward highway 95
she tried to speak
I guess she spoke too softly
like a homesick bird she’s taking flight
with a heart like an empty shell inside
it won’t be full
until she dips it in the ocean tide

Chorus:
You could find her
in Charleston South Carolina
out in the sunshine
with friends she’s known
all her life
that’s where her mind gets
clear as a diamond
You could find her
in Charleston, South Carolina

Did you even
try to hear her
did you even
see when she got lost
your icy words
blew all through Ohio
chasing her to hot pink flowers and Spanish Moss
and underneath her golden island moon
she will know it shines
on Midwest snow and think of you
(repeat Chorus)

Bridge:
You could find her in a picture
in a house on the Battery
You could find her
trying to find the girl she used to be
(repeat Chorus)

© Charlotte Ryerson October 8, 2003
16 Potomac Place, Texarkana, TX 75503
Jcryerson@aol.com

A dog barking in the dark

I’ve lost track of the time
It’s dark but I don’t know how late
There’s not much of a moon
Or street lamps to light the yard
Just the occasional passing car
That triggers the motion detector

A dog barking in the dark
Is there someone there?
Just a coyote or a raccoon?
A comfort or concern?
A dog barking in the dark

I lie awake just trying to sleep
It seems a yawn is not enough
To block out the thoughts
That run up and down the hours
Of the day just concluded
Or the sounds now amplified

A dog barking in the dark
Is there someone there?
Just a coyote or a raccoon?
A comfort or concern?
A dog barking in the dark

Keep the intruders away
No mater the time on the clock
And I’ll have a treat ready
As you pass on your daily walk

A dog barking in the dark
Is there someone there?
Just a coyote or a raccoon?
A comfort or concern?
A dog barking in the dark

Sadly, Softly Beautiful
©2003. Erica Molz

She hides behind the shadows of her sadness
Afraid to feel the sun upon her face
One time she let the heat of love consume her
He left her heart in ashes, and stole her trust in love away

(Climb)

But there's something in her eyes
Lord, I have to try
To lead that woman back to love again

(Chorus)
She's sadly, softly beautiful
With wonders hidden deep
I know her heart holds secrets
She's aching not to keep
Sadly, softly beautiful
Please tell them all to me

I watch her standing quiet in the moonlight
Fragile eyes reveal the way she feels for me
A smile plays across her lips, then fades
A moment of faith, but she's not ready to believe

(Climb)

But there's something in her eyes
Lord, I have to try
To lead that woman back to love again

(Repeat Chorus)

(Chorus - changed)

Sadly, softly beautiful
With wonders hidden deep
I know your heart holds secrets
You're aching not to keep
Sadly, softly beautiful
Sadly, softly wonderful
Please tell them all to me

No Easy Road (To Easy Street)
© 2003 Lyrics by Bobbie Gallup ASCAP

It was always right around the corner
Up around the bend
But as days and years flew past
I wondered where it all would end
Traveled on some backroads
Following my bliss
Hitchhiked on some interstates
But it's all come down to this

CHORUS:
There ain't no easy road
To easy street
Gotta rest my soul
Get off my feet
Gotta look inside myself
For what makes life complete
Cause there ain't no easy road
To easy street

Don't need no killing on the market
Or to be no millionaire
Long as I can face that mirror
And like what I see there
Don't need to keep up with the Joneses
Or win the lottery
As long as I can share the joy
That God has given me

CHORUS:
There ain't no easy road
To easy street
Gotta rest my soul
Get off my feet
Gotta look inside myself
For what makes life complete
Cause there ain't no easy road
To easy street

BRIDGE:
I've taken all the detours
Paid my share of dues
Had to spend time in the valleys
Walkin' off the blues
But the mountaintops were worth the time
An' the struggle that they took
To overcome each obstacle
To get a better look....cause

CHORUS:
There ain't no easy road
To easy street
Gotta rest my soul
Get off my feet
Gotta look inside myself
For what makes life complete
Cause there ain't no easy road
No there ain't no easy road...
To easy street

Time Enough by Steve Ross

I was drinking beer
at the bar
Sipping slowly
One by one

The bar tender was
more lonely than ever
He chats away
but no one listens

The juke box played
too loud to listen
The lights were low
blue and yellow

You sat down suddenly
next to me
Your velvet dress
was green and orange

Your signet ring
glistened brightly
Had a drop of blood
dripping from it

You refused a drink
but asked for French fries
Ketchup on them
but no burger

You looked at me
then crossed your legs
Smiled a lot
whilst you cried

Said how are you
said I’m fine
She invited me
to the history museum

Said its cool
and really meaningful
We will have a dance
in the big hall

Drink your beer
and lets get a Greyhound
We’re going down to
Houston Texas

Good French fries
and history museum
We will live there
for 6 to 8months

Then I’ll give you
to my sister
Who will love you
like no other

6 big kids
she will give you
5 brown dogs
and 3 goldfish

That’s your life
reflected in me
The car is waiting
don’t be lazy

If you wait
the lights will change
And the beer
will lose its fizz

Copyright Steve Ross © 2003

[This message has been edited by Steved10 (edited 12-28-2003).]

What I Got
© 2003 Susan Markle

Verse 1
Gotta roomful of thoughts
Like uninvited guests
That don’t know when it’s time to leave
Gonna soak 'em in
A tub of gin
Maybe then they’ll let me be

Verse 2
Gotta stack full of bones
Knocking on my door
Sure would like to trade 'em in
Ain’t no friends of mine
So outta line
Preacher, can I start again

Chorus 1
Give me a slip of a smile
Give me a nod of your head
Give me a taste of your style
Give me something instead
Of what I got

Verse 3
Gotta box full of dreams
That never really fit
Buried them beneath the ground
At the corner store
Tried to buy more
Not as easy as it sounds

Chorus 2
Give me a slip of a smile
Give me a lick of your lips
Give me a taste of your style
Just get me outta this

Bridge
Gotta get outta this
Gotta get a piece of the sky
Can’t keep playing superintendent
Renting to the beggars inside

Chorus 1
Give me a slip of a smile
Give me a nod of your head
Give me a taste of your style
Give me something instead
Of what I got
Instead of ... What I got

BLIND

You said, "God is not dead
We create Him in our minds
And we create each other when we love each other
Say - is there more of that wine?"
And I said, "Have some coffee instead
You've had enough to drink
You're always talking in circles
Why don't you use your head, and think?"

And God shook His head
And God made a sign
And God said, "How can they be so blind?"

I said, "Einstein said
That E = MC squared, my friend
That means that nothing is created and nothing's destroyed
World without beginning, world without end"
And you said, "But Einstein said
That God does not play dice
Who do you think wrote the laws of physics?
The universe is not a random place"

And God shook His head
And God made a sign
And God said, "How can they be so blind?"

And the dishes were stacked and cleared away
And the children were sent to bed
And we talked on as the stars came out
In the sky far above our heads

You said, "Well, it's time for bed
The world is wonderful and wide
And the secret of life is that God doesn't know
And the meaning is yours to decide"
And I said, "You're in over your head
You're confused by your own clichés
The secret of God is there is no God
That's a truth we're afraid to face"

And God shook His head
And God made a sign
And He erased it all and started over again
Saying, "How could they be so blind?
Oh, how could they be so blind?"

copyright 2003 Michael Stephen

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Paint the Walls
2003 Kelli Brinkert

Do you not like my color scheme
Do you think I'm too extreme
Maybe you would like to paint the walls
Is it time for a color change
Does it all need rearranged
Did it get too freakin' strange

Is the color something you outgrew
Do you want to look at something new
Did you finally tire of the view
Is it the walls or is it me
Erase me from your history
Paint the walls a mirrored shade of you

You don't like my jealous green
You don't like my cold steel gray
Maybe you could change the hue
Maybe I could tone it down
Become a little more profound
A little softer all around

Is the color something you outgrew
Do you want to look at something new
Did you finally tire of the view
Is it the walls or is it me
Erase me from your history
Paint the walls a mirrored shade of you

You don't like my shallow blue
You don't like my pallid white
The color I will become when you
Cut me, drain me, paint the walls
A deadly shade of red

Is the color something you outgrew
Do you want to look at something new
Did you finally tire of the view
Is it the walls or is it me
Erase me from your history
Paint the walls a mirrored shade of you

What the Tide Will Bring
Words and Music by Erika Z. Byrd, July 2003

Waves are crashing
all around
time has stopped
but years go on
faded memories give me hope
love can still be found

I’ve learned to make
the wind my friend
surviving in
this barren land
naked in reality
I cannot pretend

Chorus:
So I’ll take the chance
I will cut the cord and sail away
I will take the chance
Leave this lonely island of solitude
I have found my strength
on angel wings
‘cause you never know
what the tide will bring
what the tide will bring

Things that I once
held so dear
are meaningless
and useless here
I must find a deeper source
in this sea of fear

Bridge:
And the sun comes up
a new day dawns
You keep breathing in
and life goes on
And you try to count
the counless grains
so you won’t go insane
But the sea rearranges the sand
and the sea keeps changing this man

Repeat Chorus

Favorite Toppings

It used to be, once upon a time
There was a line to see the Statue of Liberty.
Like for you and me, when we were young
But now that's done, and our fun has become
Awaiting serendipity.

The streets smell the same: summer's here.
Wish we could grab a beer and stay here awhile.
Ride the subway, and get lost.
But now cameras click above, people push and shove.
The kids they love know only how to smile.

It's just an afterthought, that's what they see:
Souvenir shops to be, a Burger King's "Grand Opening."
A banner tells it well in color-ketchup blood.
A burger and a bun and everyone on the run Can still choose their favorite toppings.

You and me, we hold our children's hands.
We try and understand Disneyland still smiles in the sun.
Lady Liberty has to wait, she's been great
So she'll still wait at the gate
Until our ice cream is done.

“Alive”

©2002
Words by Lori Hawk.
Music by Lori Hawk and Sam Hawk.
From “Alive in this Dream” CD ©2003

Silently
Just the wings of the dragonfly
Sleepily wandering under the trails in the sky
Dying to come to the place where the land is alive

Alive in this dream
Funny though I can't get to sleep
Alive in this dream
Each morning I die
And I never tell you
I die
And I never know you ever
I let you go
In the rain

Silently
Just a day like a thousand days
Hurry your hair's gotten wet in the rain coming down
Look out the window and see the confusion around

Alive in this dream
Funny how I can't get to sleep
Alive in this dream
Each moment I die
And I barely notice
I die
And I never want to remember
I let it go
Slip away

Silently
Just a flame in a darkened room
Burning a line in the flesh and the mind's coming through
A hand on the door and I know we'll both be consumed

Alive in this dream
Funny how I can't get to sleep
Alive in this dream
Each moment I die
And I need to tell you
I die
And I need to know you much better
I let you go
Anyway

Silently

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Letting Go Of Holding On
Cindy Miller BMI
© 2003

VERSE
The winds are turning colder
Bright skies are growing dark
Swings are creaking eerily
No more late nights in the park

A harvest moon is looming
Behind rain laden clouds
Trees bend as if concealing
Their newly naked boughs

What was my favorite season
Just reminds me of the ache
Our summer love once fresh and new
Now moves my heart to break

CHORUS
I’m letting go of holding on
Now I know where we went wrong
I gave you all your heart could hold
Still your indifference left me cold
As summer draws to a chilly end
Reluctant leaves must fall again
Dreams of love have long since gone
So I’m letting go of holding on

VERSE
Echoes of the ghost of love
Filter through the mist
Silent tears betray my strength
As I recall our final kiss

Birds will leave their summer homes
Flying off to a warmer place
That’s where I imagine you,
New love in your embrace

Howling winds send bitter chills
To creep across my skin
Pulling my sweater close to me
I shiver once again

CHORUS
I’m letting go of holding on
Now I know where we went wrong
I gave you all your heart could hold
Still your indifference left me cold
As summer draws to a chilly end
Reluctant leaves must fall again
Dreams of love have long since gone
So I’m letting go of holding on

(Haunting musical interlude)

CHORUS
I’m letting go of holding on
Now I know where we went wrong
I gave you all your heart could hold
Still your indifference left me cold
As summer draws to a chilly end
Reluctant leaves must fall again
Dreams of love have long since gone
So I’m letting go of holding on

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Look to You
©2003 Tim Wheeler (ASCAP)

What do you believe in? Do you believe it’s true,
or do you hold it over others who don’t believe like you?
Call it righteous indignation, or a justified alarm,
but muster His compassion for those who wish you harm

Our world, your world, will look to you.

The world is full of anger, and broken empty dreams
And the canopy that shields her is tearing at the seams
Hatred, rage and vengeance seem a natural response
But you know your call is greater, as a child of renaissance

Our world, your world, will look to you.

We’ll look to you to see how you respond in tragic circumstance.
We’ll look to you to see what happens when your enemies advance.
We’ll look to you to see just where you turn when you haven’t got a chance.
We’ll look to you

I know it must be tempting just to follow happenstance
It’s hard to lead the music, when you really wanna dance
But the servant that’s within you is calling you to stand;
The reason for your being may be close at hand.

And our world, your world, will look to you.
Our world, your world.
Our world, your world.
Our world, your world, will look to you.

©2003 Tim Wheeler (ASCAP)
info@timwheeler.com
http://www.timwheeler.com

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A GIRL NEEDS MORE

(Verse 1)
The wheels are turning
Inside my head
My dreams are sleeping
In a different bed
Your need for money
Is a daily bread
Going round and round
Inside your head
Your mountain of gifts
Makes me sad
I started to cry
And it made you mad
Wonderful life
What a bliss
Living it up
Just to die like this
Limousines, caviar
Everybody knows
Just who you are

(PreChorus)
I know it's kinda crazy
But I really have to go

(Chorus)
I appreciate
The luxuries and comfort
I appreciate
The times that you bothered to hold me
But a girl needs more than this

(Verse 2)
The wheels are turning
But you don't know
What lies ahead
What's in store
Tomorrow is always a mystery
You can't make a deal with destiny
I packed my bags
Get outta here
Take all your money
I don't care
Emptiness, oblivion
Gotta be fulfilled
Before I'm dead and gone
Crushing heads
And your fancy car
I'm beginning to see
Just who you are

(PreChorus)
I know it's kinda crazy
But I really have to go

(Chorus)
I appreciate
The luxuries and comfort
I appreciate
The times that you bothered to hold me
But a girl needs more than this

(Bridge)
A girl needs more than this
More than this
This, this, more, more than this
This, this, more, more than this

(Chorus)
I appreciate
The luxuries and comfort
I appreciate
The times that you bothered to hold me
But a girl needs more than this

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Ena P. Smith
www.potasoup.com

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FREIGHT TRAINS & STRANGE DREAMS

CHORUS
Freight trains and strange dreams,
Pass through in the dead of night.
Carry my load down a lonesome road,
And drop me off at daylight.
Like buttermilk and threads of silk,
The moonlight skims a pond.’
When I cross that bridge, I’ll figure out.
Which side I should be on.

That old bad luck just follows me,
Like a shadow in disguise.
I raise my voice and shake my fist,
But it smacks me between the eyes.
So I shrug my shoulders and say, come on
I guess I could use a friend.
Just do me a favor and don’t hang around,
Until the bitter end.

CHORUS

Now I don’t look into the mirror,
After I’ve been out all night.
It’s just too painful to be a witness,
To such a sorry sight.
Then I think, did some poor fool,
Carry me back home ?
No, these voices that I hear cursing me,
They're all just my own.

CHORUS

So, I’ll have a drink for my mother,
I’ll have one for my friend.
I’ll have one for that hapless soul,
Sitting down at the other end.
But when I hear the bartender,
Start to read his poems,
I know it’s time to finish up,
And find my way home.

Freight trains and strange dreams,
Pass through in the dead of night.
Carry my load down a lonesome road,
And drop me off at daylight.
Like buttermilk and threads of silk.
The moonlight skims a pond.
When I cross that bridge, I’ll figure out,
Which side I should be on.

copyright 2002 Richard Thorne

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Foolish Heart
CopyrightTony Gunter BMI/Natalie Alberts

1st verse
You come in at dawn then tell me stories
'Bout working late, flat tires, and pouring rain
This time darlin' sorry won't change my mind
You're never gonna break my heart again

Lift
I've got to find the strength
To let you walk away
And ease the pain that's in my soul

Chorus
Foolish Heart, step aside
You're standing in the way of wounded pride
Shaky hands, let him go
Eyes, don't let my feelings show
Don't give in, Foolish Heart...let him go

2nd verse
Weak, weak knees won't follow as you're packing
I've come to far to let my heart say "don't go"
Trembling fingers take the key he's holding
Say goodbye and open up the door

Lift
And in a month or two
I'm getting over you
If only I can let you go

Chorus
Foolish Heart, step aside
You're standing in the way of wounded pride
Shaky hands, let him go
Eyes, don't let my feelings show
Don't give in, Foolish Heart...let him go

repeat
Foolish Heart, step aside
You're standing in the way of wounded pride
Shaky hands, let him go
Eyes, don't let my feelings show
Don't give in, Foolish Heart
Don't give in, Foolish Heart
Don't give in, Foolish Heart...let him go

HIS TIME IN A BOTTLE

Photographs and mem’ries
Of a singer’s short fame
A quiet guy from Philly
Whose time stopped on a plane

“Don’t Mess Around With Jim”
Was the first cut we heard
Only three albums later
Was the last of his words

(Chorus 1)
If he could have saved time in a bottle
Then his voice would never be idle
He would have saved every day
And not passed away
If he could have saved time in a bottle

His life and times were short
Though he sure had some songs
About Leroy and Slim
But they didn’t last long

Released “I Got a Name”
Then he took that last flight
And it hasn’t been the same
Since his time stopped that night

(Chorus 1)
If he could have saved time in a bottle
Then his voice would never be idle
He would have saved every day
And not passed away
If he could have saved time in a bottle

(Bridge)
One less set of footsteps, his time is final
But he saved that time on three slices of vinyl

Chorus 2
It seems he did save time in a bottle
So his voice will never be idle
Now he has saved every day
And not passed away
With music he saved time in a bottle

© 2002 Jeff Armstrong

'SOMETIMES'
Lyric copyright Sue Bennett 2003
Music copyright Graham Snow 2003

There were nights I sat alone
Staring straight ahead
Listening to the silence
Afraid to go to bed
Afraid to face the darkness
Afraid to face the truth
Waiting for a miracle
And waiting for you

CHORUS:-
Sometimes ... it’s hard to know which way to turn
Sometimes ... there’s things your heart don’t want to know
Sometimes ... we think it’s holding on that makes us strong
When sometimes, it’s simply letting go

I was holding on to you
Crazy though that was
Cos deep inside I knew
There could be no more us
No more cuddles late at night
No smiles meant just for me
No one to wake up with
Just memories

CHORUS:-
Sometimes ... it’s hard to know which way to turn
Sometimes ... there’s things your heart don’t want to know
Sometimes ... we think it’s holding on that makes us strong
When sometimes, it’s simply letting go

Bridge:-
Oh, the good Lord took you from me, took away your pain
And though I’m slowly, oh, so slowly, learning to live again

Chorus:-
Sometimes ... it’s hard to know which way to turn
Sometimes ... there’s things your heart don’t want to know
Sometimes ... we think it’s holding on that makes us strong
When sometimes, it’s simply letting go

Oh, sometimes, it’s simply letting go

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A free mans life
By Marty Thomas
copyright Dec 2003
1.
The Thompsons moved to the islands
in the spring of 1763
there was a storm a brewing
they could feel it in the breeze
feel it in the breeze

Now down in the bahamas
it’s a laid back kind of thing
and the Thompsons they got lazy
as they lost there English ways
lost their English ways

In the Colonies war was raging
revolution in the air
and the Thompsons became pirates
Sailed the Keys,without a care
Sailed the Keys, without a care

Chorus:

yo ho me brother pirates
let’s sail the seven seas
let’s taste the salty sunshine
let’s feel the ocean breeze
and we’ll gather at the tavern
swap stories of the deep
and it’s yo ho me pirate brothers
a free mans life------------- indeed
a free mans life------------- indeed

2.

Now my Grandmother’s father
settled in Key West
Made his living from the ocean
He gave the sea his best
Gave the sea his best

I’d listen to my grandma
the stories were never the same
but they were always about her father’s dad
and Thompson was his name
Thompson was his name

Chorus:

3.
They buried my Great Aunt
not to long ago
the last one of an era
it was hard to let her go
hard to let her go

I partied with my cousins
up and down duval
drank a toast to the family name
and heard the pirates call
heard the pirates call

Chorus:2 times and out

quote:

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Originally posted by Brian Austin Whitney:
2003/2004 Just Plain Folks Best Lyric Award

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WILD HEART GIRL
Copyright 2002, Jean Mazzei

Verse 1:
Who’s the one who can take you for a ride
Lose yourself in her sweet velvet city
Sweltering den full of lioness pride
A very small price for the finance committee

pre-chorus:
It’s a big bad thing in her deep bad world
Sucking the oyster you’ve swallowed the pearl

chorus:
She’s your wild heart girl
A wild heart girl
Wild heart girl
She’s your wild heart

(V2)
Big money machine in your cool rich life
Tapping your pockets for her big soul kiss
Leaves you spinning around in her rich red groove
Innocent dreams laced with ignorant bliss

It’s a big bad thing in her deep bad world
Sucking the oyster, you’ve swallowed the pearl

(chorus)

Bridge:
Black magic carnival you’ve tasted her spell
Beware of her barnacle she’ll take you to hell
And back up to heaven to pay for your sins
Intermission’s over second act begins…

She’s your wild heart girl
Wild heart girl
She’s a wild heart girl
Wild Heart
Oh wild heart

FALL

I can't sleep
And I can't drink enough to change
Waiting on a love
To bury me alive

Alcohol stings
regret still lingers
Leave the light off

Say you're happy in this place
And wear your promise
Like an epitaph

Alcohol stings
Regret still lingers
Leave the light off

Call me up
Break my fall

Pray your messenger is safe
I left him bleeding
Across your valentines

Alcohol stings
Regret still lingers
Leave the light off

Call me up
Break my fall

copyright 2003 Aaron Adelsperger BMI