PLAYING THE BLUES
© 1998 Keith Dunn

I’ve got to tell you good people a story, about musicians who play the blues
Bad hotels and hours of driving, they call that paying your dues
Your car breaks down on Sunday, no mechanic to be found
He’s in front of the TV set watching football, his bottle is halfway down

I’ve got to change my way of living
I’ve got to change my way of living
Because the way things are going
I don’t seem to be doing myself too much good

You fix the car yourself, what else can you do
Your hands and feet are frozen, you can use a little food too
You get to the club the sound system is broken, you’ve got one funky mike-stand
The club owner is with the devil and they’re walking hand in hand

I’ve got to change my way of living
I’ve got to change my way of living
Because the way things are going
I don’t seem to be doing myself too much good

I’ve got a friend, his name is Phillip, he’s got a lovely wife named Marie
Two beautiful children, he’s happy as a man can be
I had myself a real good woman, but I kept leaving town
She said, “Bye fool, you’re a bluesman you’re never going to settle down

I’ve got to change my way of living
I’ve got to change my way of living
Because the way things are going
I don’t seem to be doing myself too much good

I used to stay out late at night, I was a Bon Vivant type around town
I was always moving, I would drift from town to town
But no more nights at Le Cargo in Chicago, raising all of that sand
I’ll be taking tea with Oprah Winfrey, or eating chicken with ole Roseanne

I’ve got to change my way of living
I’ve got to change my way of living
Because the way things are going
I don’t seem to be doing myself too much good

[This message has been edited by Keith Dunn (edited 01-13-2004).]

[This message has been edited by Keith Dunn (edited 01-13-2004).]

Home
by Eric Larson

Patti grew up in Dixieland.
Where folks were the same but they gave a hand
Oh She didn’t fit the mold
Southern belle living would take its toll.
It’s alright, it’s alright but she’s not home.

City living was what she craved most
So she went to school up the coast.
Had more fun and she had more friends.
But her fire just could not be quenched.
It’s alright, it’s alright but she’s not home.

She worked for a shelter and it gave her joy.
Making a difference was worth the toil.
But she felt there was something more
Her ship had still not found its shore.
It’s alright, it’s alright but she’s not home.

A life lived with few mistakes.
Some people had called her great.
Wonderful kids and a wonderful man
But there’s something she did not understand.
I’m alright, I’m alright but I’m not home.

She died on a cold Friday.
But before she died you could hear her pray.
As she let out her last breath.
She whispered this epitaph.
I’m alright. I’m alright. I’ve found my home.
I’m alright. I’m alright. And Jesus is my home.

12-18-03 copyright
Cynthia M.Wallach

Title: Always Wanted

You’re looking so responsible
You go to work, you wear a tie
You used to blow them off but now
They call you up, and you reply.
When morning comes you’re up before
The sun, you brush and floss your teeth
Junk on the carpet gets picked up
Instead of just shoved underneath

You do the laundry beautifully,
Although you do not like to fold.
You clean the fridge and throw away
Leftovers that are looking old
But I remember when I’d watch you
Sit and eat some foul stuff
You’d cover it with catsup
Grin, and tell me “that looks good enough!”

I used to play with you
When we were young and wild, strong and free
You’d spread your wings and ride the wind
I’d cry until you’d come get me.
I had to share your air, we’d dare
The wind to make the game too rough
The moment that my feet touched ground,
I’d cry again
It’s not enough

So now I watch you feed your kids
You blow their noses, time to go.
I know that we both have the things we
Always wanted; even so,
I dreamed last night that we were flying
Wing to wing above the haze
It broke my heart to recognize
The freedom of those younger days

I don’t think that I will grow up
I’ll always keep my spirit free.
Life’s duties have their
Beauty, right for some, but just not right for me.
I’m off to go explore the sun. I’ll never be alone, you see,
I draw you in with every single breath I take-
You’re here with me.

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Why Can’t We? (Jeffrey Keith Pritchett)
Copyright 2003 - In Retrospect Music L.P.
Recorded at LS Productions, Houston

Intro
Oh why can’t we?

V1
Her name was Bea McGee
Uncommonly forgiving; an amazing lady
Because she never said,
A bad word about any - woman nor man

V2
And she rose above,
The worship of money - and material lust
And I recall she always smiled
Through life and all its difficult trials
She kept on smiling

C
Oh why can’t we,
Be more like Bea?
Oh why can’t we,
Be more like Bea?

V3
She believed by breaking bread,
Enemies could become understanding friends
Unconditional love,
To her family, her friends and her God above

V4
And she influenced me in some way
In everything I do, think and say
Like I remember when I was a boy
She always told me “don’t let them steal your joy”
"You keep on smiling"

C
Oh why can’t we,
Be more like Bea?
Oh why can’t we,
Be more like Bea?

Repeat Chorus

Physics for Two

Here's a little something I learned about you
it takes more than science to uncover the truth
about the time and space that you occupy

No one else can fit in your shoes
and that's fine by me cause you're a dream come true
and whatever we face, I know that we'll get by

Einstein never explained it like this
But you're relative to me and my relatives
Like a star flashing across the sky
I look up to you and I wonder why
you shine on me out of all the other fish in the sea

It's Physics for two, me and you
You're space warped my time and I'm cruisin'
at the speed of light where time stands still
This love ain't no theory, it's no illusion
We can try to work it out with geometry
and it's got a bit to do with our chemistry
but the way I'm feeling started with you
and it's physics, physics for two

Some nights I look up at the stars
A sense of wonder fills my heart when I think
Hey, we're part of this place!

And all the neat things there are to do
My reaction is multiplied by two
when I see the wonder on your face

Einstein never explained it like this
But you're relative to me and my relatives
Like a star flashing across the sky
I look up to you and I wonder why
you shine on me out of all the other fish in the sea

Like an island in the sea
there's just you and me
Drifting through a crazy world
Will you be my girl?

I don't care about the worm holes
or the bending of space
You're my here and now
and we're two, in one place

From debut CD Release
'No More Waiting'
Copyright (C)2003 by Drew Vics

[This message has been edited by DrewVics (edited 01-14-2004).]

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

THE SARONG SONG © 2001
BY FREDDIE SNELL, A.K.A. WHITE BAY FREDDIE
whitebayfreddie.com

I SAW THIS GIRL WALKING DOWN THE STREET, IN A BIKINI TOP
HER FACE AND EASY GRACE, COULD MAKE YOUR HEART STOP
BUT AS FOR THE REASON, SHE’S THE HERO OF THIS SONG
THE ANSWER LIES IN THE WAY SHE LOOKED,
WRAPPED UP IN HER SARONG

SO I HAILED HER WITH, “HEY BABY,
YOU ARE THE SUNSHINE ON THIS BEACH
BUT WHY YOU STAY WAY OVER THERE,
SO FAR OUT OF REACH?”
THEN I ASKED HER OH SO NICELY
TO “PLEASE COME OVER HERE
AND I’LL TALK REAL SWEET AND I’LL HOLD YOUR HAND,
AND I’LL BUY YOU A BEER”

CHORUS
'CAUSE I’VE NEVER SEEN A SARONG LOOK SO RIGHT
AND I’D LIKE TO SEE A LITTLE MORE OF YOU,
LATER ON TONIGHT
WE’LL WRAP UP IN YOUR SARONG, SO VERY TIGHT
AND I’VE NEVER,EVER SEEN A SARONG LOOK SO RIGHT

BRIDGE
HER SARONG WAS KNOTTED AT HER HIP
WITH A SLIT ALL THE WAY UP HER THIGH
AND THE WIND WHIPPED IT WICKEDLY, MY OH MY
THEN SHE LOOKED AT ME AND SHE CAUGHT MY EYE
AND SHE TOSSED ME A LITTLE SMILE
AND I KNEW I HAD TO BE WITH HER FOR A LITTLE WHILE

SO NOW WE LIVE TOGETHER, THE SARONG GIRL AND ME
AND WE EAT MANGOS AND DRINK COCONUT JUICE
AND WE PLAY IN THE SEA
I’M SO GLAD SHE WANDERED BY ON THAT FAITHFUL DAY
AND THAT SHE WORE HER SARONG IN, THAT OH SO SEXY WAY
CHORUS
'CAUSE I’VE NEVER SEEN A SARONG LOOK SO RIGHT
AND I’D LIKE TO SEE A EVERY BIT OF YOU,
LATER ON TONIGHT
WE’LL WRAP UP IN YOUR SARONG, SO VERY TIGHT
AND I’VE NEVER,EVER SEEN
NO, I’VE NEVER, EVER SEEN,
NO, I’VE NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, SEEN A SARONG LOOK SO RIGHT

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I'm just a simple country boy spending as much of my time "sailin', and divin', and playin' my tunes" as possible down in the Virgin Islands, by the sea

MAKE BELIEVE BEER by KEVIN WAYNE{DEPTOLA}I used to go out and drink a strong brew have some fun pounding a few late one night I left the bar a smokeys red light came from a far gave me a test I did not pass wound up in the brink flat on my ass {Chorus}Oh why oh why must I drink that make believe beer no fun to party when you can see clear oh drink oh drink that make believe beer you're on the wagon sober and clear Oh I hate I hate that make believe beer{End OF Chorus....}Now I go out at night to hang with my friends I'm the one who's sober and driving again They're pie eyed and smashed and having a blast They're not drinking that make believe beer {Repeat chorus}Now I'm home every night reading a book drinking muskatel wine and getting snooked You can't get busted if you don't leave your yard I don't drink make believe beer no more {Repeat chorus}...Copyright 2003 by Kevin Wayne{Deptola}

All The Glory (goes to the King) ©2002 John Inglett (aka iddy biddy man)

Verse 1
My soul was not redeemed by the riches of this earth
My sin could find no pardon until the sacred birth
When the mystery of ages that angels long to see
Came to share His life and love with foolish men like me

Chorus
All the glory goes to the King
Who poured out His life to wash us in that stream
Without that sacred blood we were desperate in our cause
Till the Son of God the father
Took our failures to the cross

Verse 2
My life has not been purchased with silver or with gold
But it's the precious blood of the Lamb that makes me whole
He has purified my life washed away my sin
My life is less than nothing unless it's lost in Him

Chorus
All the glory goes to the King
Who poured out His life to wash us in that stream
Without that sacred blood we were desperate in our cause
Till the Son of God the father
Took our failures to the cross

Bridge
Though the gates of hell rise up against me
His resurrection power will keep me on the way
And though I suffer heartaches and an onslaught of temptation
The trials that I suffer will only purify my faith

Verse3
This is my one hope and the passion of my dream
That at the revelation of Jesus Christ my King
I will be found in His mercy- wrapped up in His grace
that my life will bring Him glory when I see Him face to face

Chorus
All the glory goes to the King
Who poured out His life to wash us in that stream
Without that sacred blood we were desperate in our cause
Till the Son of God the father
Took our failures to the cross

[This message has been edited by iddy biddy man (edited 01-15-2004).]

DECORATED

I was decorated in the war
Took some bullets, now I don’t walk too good no more
At least I made it on back home
Guess that’s a good thing, sometimes I’m not so sure

There are days that I can’t tell
If I’m colder than ice or hotter than Hell
I got plastic bones in my legs
I got a beautiful letter from the President

CHORUS
I was decorated
We all celebrated
But my dreams have faded
Feels like my life was wasted
I was decorated…

There’s a lake a few miles out of town
In the weekdays, you never see anyone
I usually sit there in my car
I blast my CDs, nobody says "turn it down"

And if my legs don’t hurt too much
I walk out to the water and feed the ducks
I shot a few of them in my days
Now I’m leaving all the killing to somebody else

I was decorated, etc…

Words & Music by Evyn Charles, Copyright 2004

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Evyn Charles
ecsongs.com

Denise My Love
Copyright 2004 Dan Williges

V1:
My doctor says,
I’ve only got a month or two,
So little time,
And so much still left to do.

V2:
And how do I,
Break the news to my sweet love,
She’s been my life,
Since we were o so very young.

C:
O our life was filled with love,
Since we were just a boy and girl,
We built a life I’m so proud of,
You and me against the world.
Denise my love.

V3:
I love our kids,
So much of you in every one,
We raised them right,
How can my time with them be done?

C:
O our life was filled with love,
Since we were just a boy and girl,
We built a life I’m so proud of,
You and me against the world.
Denise my love.

V4:
I‘m near the end,
And I’m filled with my regrets,
Except for one,
The time we’ve had since we first met.

C:
O our life was filled with love,
Since we were just a boy and girl,
We built a life I’m so proud of,
You and me against the world.
Denise my love.

Dixie Inn

Verse#1:

Well, I flew out of Dallas, Texas,
In a stolen Lexus,
And by nightfall crossed the Louisiana line.
Seeking hibernation and a filling station,
I spun off at the Minden exit sign.
Filled’er up and winked
At the pretty cashier there,
“Sweet thing, where’s a cowboy find a beer?”
She shot back, “Sorry, Sugar,
Don’t you know, you’re in a Bible town,
And they don’t ‘llow that kind of Thing ‘round here!”
She said, “Now, Honey, I don’t know you, And I don’t know what you’re up to,
But your lookin’ fine,
And I could use a friend.
I’m off at 11,
And I think it would be heaven,
If you took me for a drink at
Dixie Inn..."

Dixie Inn...Dixie Inn...bee-ba-da-ba-do-dow!

Verse #2:

So I hopped into my booty,
With this Cajun cutie,
And we cruised out in
The coal black summer night.
And we wandered down the back roads,
‘Til we came upon a crossroads,
And a tin shack with a blinkin’ neon sign.
It was a Mexican cantina,
With a bayou bill of fare, She cooed,
“The crawfish enchiladas are the best!”
After a meal and many beers, she caught me Studying her lines and cried out,
“Tell me, Baby, do I pass your test?!”
I said, “Now Honey, I don’t know you,
And don’t know what you’re into,
But I’m on the run, and I got some to spend.
I bet that you could make me smile,
So won’t you stay with me awhile -
Come on & spend the night with me in
Dixie Inn..."

Dixie Inn...Dixie Inn...bee-ba-da-ba-do-dow!

Bridge:

She pulled me close and whispered,
“There is something you should know -
I am a deputy, and Boy,
You just been stung!”
Well, I laughed at her little game,
And I looked up to make a move,
But I was starin’ down
The wrong end of her gun!

Verse #3:

It seems her police scanner called in,
A vehicle description,
Of the Lexus and the track that I was on.
And she'd been working at the station,
For her Daddy who was ailin’,
It was just dumb luck
That I had come along!
Cos’ the squad car she was drivin’
Was a beat-up Chevy coupe,
And she really liked the way a Lexus drove.
And if she nabbed a Dallas collar
And a new cool ride to boot,
She’d really feel she’d hit the motherlode!
And she said, “Sure was nice to know you, But I don’t think that I owe you,”
And she took the car,
And through me in the pen.
So if you see a Lexus parked ‘long side
A Louisiana road – SLOW DOWN!
And recall the night my life went south in
Dixie Inn...

Dixie Inn...Dixie Inn...bee-ba-da-ba-do-dow!

©2002 Michael E. Riddle
4200 Powderhorn Circle,
Minnetonka, MN 55345 USA
Tel: +952-470-6669
Email: riddleMEmusic@aol.com

CLIMB THE MOUNTAIN

you my China princess
dance in April showers
quand je vous aime
je vous adore
lace on satin whispers
brushing you watercolor roses
of a forever
signed and dedicated
handed to you
framed in gold
je vous donne
mais j'ai besoin
de beaucoup des autres choses
que vous ne voulez pas
me donner excusez

go find the mountain
don't let what's behind you
bind you

dig the diamond empress
deep beneath the surface
condition complexion
tap it lightly lightly
tap a little here and there
removing improving the chances
take another angle
careful steady
see it? there
a flash of brilliance of splendor
can I get a witness?
testify ratify the reason
we must do this pursue this

go find the mountain
wait there for the moon
run love off the land's end
float there on a column of air
angel of care

everywhere surrounding us
understated undetected
moments lifetimes
pierced with sorrow
deserving our attention
terra cotta goddess
take my hand we can bring
some succor to the
brutal bitter world
nightingale tigress
sing to me
sink your teeth
ich liebe ich liebe forever

come climb the mountain
wait here for the moon(rise, sunset)
run love off the land's end
our time comes so soon
here goes off the land's end
trés clair
volons-y mon amour
cherche le retour

words and music by Ed Bertrand
©2001 OUESTONICS
all rights reserved
reprinted by permission

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Weapons of Love
(C)2000 Michael R. J. Roth

You promised you’d fight every demon
Banging its fist on your door
But then your friends said they could see them
Finger the evil you wore.
And that evil left so many traces
In lipstick and pixel and crayon,
And that telephone number that you can’t erase
That you wrote on the back of your hand.

Ah, there’s the rub.
You’re only a man.
And a voice from above
Limits your hand
To the weapons of love.
How will you stand,
O son of the dust,
When the devil demands
To see if you trust
In the weapons of love?

Sometimes your efforts seem puny,
Like pinning your love to a tree,
And that crucifix hanging so mutely
Stares you down unmercifully.
One time your dreams were so golden
You swore they would make you go blind,
And there was no force that could hold them,
Till one day they left you behind.

Now they’re on the run.
And your plans were so grand!
But that voice from above
Limits your hand
To the weapons of love.
How will you stand,
O son of the dust,
When the devil demands
To see if you trust
In the weapons of love?

You doubt you could ever be ready
To stand the way others have done,
On the faith end of mobs and machetes,
And martyrdom under the sun.
In the end, when the war comes upon us,
Ripping the skin off of your sleep,
The difference between light and darkness
Depends on the weapons you keep.

You reach for your gun.
Then you hear the command –
That voice from above
That limits your hand
To the weapons of love.
How will you stand,
O son of the dust,
When the devil demands
To see if you trust
In the weapons of love?

Getting Down to Earth - A Manual on Earth Resistance Testing for the
Practical Man
(C2003 F Lyon)

Verse:
In Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania
in March of 66
A manual was produced
and sold for fifty cents.

While from the hippies' age
it's hardly hippies' words
'cept for the squarish title,
"Getting Down to Earth"

It's 50 little pages
with lots of diagrams
on earth resistance testing
"For the practical man".

Chorus:
What earth resistance is, and why it matters
How to measure it in gravel, clay or sand
These are questions, to which you'll find the answers
in the manual
on earth resistance testing
for the practical
man.

Verse:
There's ample action photos
of men with some device
They're wearing pen protectors,
white shirts, most have a pipe

These now-old engineers,
like the fathers of my friends,
are frozen in my mind
as practical men.

(Chorus)

Verse:
For the tools that you'll need
see the list at the back
There's a Megger earth tester,
and a Biddle electric tach.

Plus, there's extra space for notes
page 44 they begin
tabula rasa
for practical men.

(Chorus)

quote:

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

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Police Tape Lines (The Beltway Sniper)
©2003. Music and Lyrics by Christopher J. Barry

So dark,
In more ways than one,
Nowhere to hide,
Nowhere to run.

There's a fear,
It makes your skin crawl,
If it can happen here,
It can happen anywhere at all.

I never had the chance to ask forgiveness,
To say my goodbyes,
To tell you how much I love you,
I never thought I’d be the one behind,
Police tape lines,
Police tape lines,
Police tape lines.

What is the reason,
This cold and random act?
Perpetrated with precision,
The devil has another pact.

We live by the rules,
We break and we bend,
We justify the means,
To suit our ends.

I never had the chance to ask forgiveness,
To say my goodbyes,
To tell you how much I love you,
I never thought you’d be the one behind,
Police tape lines,
Police tape lines.

Hopes and dreams lie shattered in an instant of time.
Do you believe in a reckoning for this crime of crimes?

I never had the chance to ask forgiveness,
To say my goodbyes,
To tell you how much I love you,
Just one more time.
Police tape lines,
Police tape lines,
Police tape lines…

Let Your Soul Breathe
Lyrics by Janelle Donovan
TONErecords © 2003
Janelledonovan@optonline.net
631-323-2664

You’re never safe in your own skin
Always tugging at the fabric
That thin tough wall won’t let love in
It keeps out all the magic
I stand outside you and see
The loving gift you are to me
Never knowing if we’re coming or going
But it really doesn’t matter to me…
CHORUS
Let your soul breathe, baby
Let it be
The warm and crystal window
That helps your eyes to see
Eyes to see
Eyes to see
Exorcise those crippling ghosts
The ones that hold you down the most
And baby
Let your soul breathe

Second Verse
Hold your sweet heart up to mine
I’ll be its true reflection
Through my vision you will find
The gentle edge of your perfection
We’ll make those demons disappear
The moment that I hold you near
Those old wounds we’ll soon uncover
And beneath you will discover
Your sou----l…
So let it breathe, baby
Let it breathe to me
So let your soul breathe, baby
Let it breathe to me…