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This Lyric is #150

Glad You Do
© Margaret MacDonald December 2005


V1
You are the crack that lets the light in
The corner of my room
You are the laugh that breaks the silence
Of my solitary mood
I am the screaming sirens
In the middle of the night
I am the broken bottle, the gash
That just won’t heal right

CH
I’m not asking you to save me
You know that I am not good for you
I don’t know why you stay with me
But I’m glad you do

V2
You’re every sane thought in my head
Struggling to be heard
Your letters scattered on my desk
Are full of your wise words
I am the peeling wallpaper
I’m the clothes strewn round the room
I’m the scorch mark on your collar
I’m the Chaos Theory proved

CH
I’m not asking you to save me
You know that I am not good for you
I don’t know why you stay with me
But I’m glad you do

BR
Reaching for your hand to hold
I rest my head on your shoulder
Say “I’m sorry” as usual
And hope that you don’t go
Please don’t go…

V3
I’m all the rage this season
A wildfire out of control
You are the soothing voice of reason
That echoes through my soul
I’m always saying the wrong thing or
Singing the wrong tune
It must be so embarrassing
Another conversation ruined

CH
I’m not asking you to save me
You know that I’m not good for you
I don’t know why you stay with me
But I’m glad you do




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This Lyric is #151

I Can't Shake the Dust Off These Boots Any More
Lyric and Melody by Will Dudley 2005

I can't shake the dust off these boots any more,
They been down too many back roads, out too many doors.
I left pieces of me behind...
there's pieces in places I'll never find again...
but oh my friend

I have lived this life how I chose from the start
I bit the dust and I plucked the rose, I
held the moon right to my heart
I lost it all in just one throw
Still I held on to my soul
It ain't in the bargain
It goes with me when I go

I can't shake the dust off these boots any more
They've been down too many highways,
Walked too many floors
But still there's places I've yet to find
Memories I've got to make before my time

I can't shake the dust off these boots any more
Sometimes I wonder how I thought I could and that's for sure.
Cause these dusty boots remind me of those friends I left behind me
Trails ahead I'll never find, and the path I see that winds before me...

I can't shake the dust off of these boots any more...


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This Lyric is #152

Salt of the Fallen Tear
© Stan Loh April 28, 2006

Verse 1
Salt of the fallen tear,
Traces of bitterness,
Laden with emptiness,
Mixed with darkened fear.

Verse 2
Shards of a broken mind,
Pieces so sharp they cut,
Wounded and guessing what’s,
Crawling right behind.

Chorus
It’s no good to fight it,
You don’t know how to win,
No amount of blues and beer,
Can sweeten the salt of the fallen tear

Bridge
Alone you stand no chance,
Someone could hold your hand,
She’ll bring you back to land,
Where you’ll find romance.
She’ll wipe away your tears,
In her you’ll find no fault,
Shake away the bitter salt,
She’ll be there.

Chorus
It’s no good to fight it,
You don’t know how to win,
No amount of blues and beer,
Can sweeten the salt of the fallen tear
Instrumental

Verse 3
Forget your crazy past,
Tear down the fractured wall,
Open a brand new hall,
To a great contrast.

Chorus 2
She’s so good, she’s got it,
She just knows how to win,
Together you will hear,
The sweet bells of those joyous tears.

Outro
Together you will hear,
The sweet bells of those joyous tears.



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This Lyric is #153

CRUMBS
© R. Yeardley, M. Brandt

He comes home, slams the door,
like a thousand times before
His wife’s hello he doesn’t hear,
he’s only glad the kids aren’t near
They’re upstairs hiding in their rooms,
escaping into their cartoons
He’s not one to be around.
Quiet now, not a sound.
An hour ago, a different stance,
pressing flesh, the corporate dance.
Can they tell that it’s a trial
to maintain this hollow smile?
There are those who aren’t beguiled.
The family knows what’s behind the smile.

Raised on myths of man’s control,
and dreams of power, which few can hold
This success he cannot find,
still the years upon him grind.
Control is lost, he must bend and fold
to fit into the corporate mold.
Not everyone gets the cream
on the dark side of the American dream.
Nightmares are in there too,
and those that shouldn’t suffer are the ones that do.
To his tormentors he dare not frown,
but his family feels the wrath come down.
It surrounds them all the while,
The family knows what’s behind the smile.

They don’t understand the reality to be a success.
They are weak.
To get ahead you must be tough,
but even this may not be enough.
Shirt and tie, suit neatly pressed,
without a smile you’re not fully dressed.
What caring he has goes in work’s direction,
what’s left are crumbs of affection.
Past the door he wears a frown,
does he realize how things go ‘round.
His kids cower, just as he was ground.
Does he know what he’s passing down?
His legacy will not be mild.
The family knows what’s behind the smile.


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This Lyric is #154

The Body (c) 2006 The New Dawn (Dan Bazzy)


In the beginning, we all stood as one,
The earthly body, of Christ the Son,
But somehow we stumbled, although the path was lit,
And religion was born, when the body split.

They say they are Christians, and they know the Son,
Cause they are the body, the only one,
And all other Chritians, are misguided and wrong,
As the body weakens, religion grows strong.
___________________________________________
CHORUS
We are part of the body, part of the whole,
Part of the heart, and part of the soul,
But with every division, a new religion begins,
When the body splits, the Darkone wins.
___________________________________________

I pray for the day, when we all stand as one,
The unified body, of Christ the Son,
My brothers and sisters, we'll just be Christians again,
And to the Darkone's sorrow, the body will win.

CHORUS

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This Lyric is #155

Take Me Back (c)2004
by Kevin Neal

Verse:
Why did I turn away from you
I found in you such joy and peace
But I turned away
It's hard for me to just believe
You're standing there, arms open wide
But I'm here to say

Chorus:
Lord take me back to the way
Back to the way it was
My life hasn't been the same since I left you
Please take me back So I can be close to you
And my life can be made brand new
Lord I need you

Verse 2:
I was too blind but now I see
I hurt myself by hurting you
Now I realize
You waited on me patiently
Such precious time has slipped away
Now I'm here to stay

Chorus:
Lord take me back to the way
Back to the way it was
My life hasn't been the same since I left you
Please take me back So I can be close to you
And my life can be made brand new
Lord I need you




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This Lyric is #156

TEJANITA
© 2006 Mike Surratt (Eclectic Coalition Publishing/ASCAP)

I was sitting in a bar near Mexico ,
Thinking of a love I had from long ago

She had told me that she no longer cared.
I was all alone and life was not so fair

So, I drank till I could not feel the heat
when I noticed a new face that was so sweet

She walked right towards the nearby chair ,
With her golden eyes and hair
Then she wiped a small tear from her cheek

What’s the matter Tejanita?
Would you like a Margerita?
At that time, my life became complete
===

We talked and shared a dancing soft embrace
I finally brought a smile back to her face

She told me that she had a broken heart
I told her we both found a brand new start

It’s a moment of my life that night in May
When my Tejanita took my blues away

She sat right down by my chair
With her golden eyes and hair
I still think about that special day

My one love my Tejanita
Why did the angels need ya
Some day we will meet again they say


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This Lyric is #157

One
By Pamela Chappell

What if we are one, and there is no one else?
What if what I do to you I’m doing to myself?
What if we are waves in one big rolling sea,
Grains of sand along the shore,
Part of something that is more than you and me?
What if we are one?

What if we are angels, sent to one another?
What difference would it make everyday
In the way we treat each other?
What if we could love without a trace of fear,
Seeing deep inside the soul,
Not the broken, but the whole, the bright, the
clear?
What if we are angels?

What if all our differences mean nothing at all –
Just a wrinkle, or another shade of blue?
And in this song we’re singing, it’s the same old
melody,
We’re just putting on a harmony or two.

What if we are one, and there is no one else?
What if what I do to you I’m doing to myself?
What if we could see the world as it can be,
When all war and hunger cease,
And we have the kind of peace that sets us free?
What if we are one?
One.

Pamela Chappell ©10/15/04 Big Blue Water Productions



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This Lyric is #158

Take that smile and give it back you've been using it.Tell me that you don't know what you've done with it since you've gone.
The days are too short or maybe too long for me to think about it.
The days are not my own when I think of the times we had.
(chorus)Set your sail catch that wind sail on home.Tall white sail bright blue sky sail on by.
Lets dance the dance of the last ones there lets not cry
Lets go to where we should have gone where the world can't touch the spirit of our time.
All the days and all the smiles and all the fights are gone.
So don't look back.Don't look at all.
Set your sail etc.

This song is called Set your sail copyright Tim Jeferson 2003

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This Lyric is #159

Chablis by Victoria Pennock

Riding high on trust again, trying hard not to let the day do by
Only you can heal my war wounds, only you can touch the sun
So I’ll take another cigar now, can’t breathe the air anyway.
Need to get out of this city, & really let my heart go free.

Chorus:
Wait and see, it’s gonna be, alright (2x)

Jaded by the way you move me, haunted by the way you love
Never ending stories tell me, you’d crush my heart in the end
Wander out past reality, fall deep in imagination
The sky’s still grey and blue smoke, can’t breathe, gotta get out

Double chorus

Lead

Chorus

Split between heaven and hell, only glory rides the wind
The city grows and closes at will, never again, I say never
Want to hold you in the night, perfect for All Hallow’s Eve
In a space between night and day we’ll disappear without the world

Double chorus



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This Lyric is #160

SHRIMP FRIED RICE
(Words & music by Nomi Yah)

(Verse 1)
You’re the only one who really really really checks for me
Most people don’t even get close enough to even get next to me
You write me a rhyme, you find me the time, you’re never too vexed with me
You write me a poem, you follow me home, you know how to flex with me
When I’m hungry, you spend your money, buy a shrimp-fried rice for me
When I’m sick with a fever, you get a lemon-squeezer, mix sugar, water and ice for me
When I’m lonely, you call on the phone and the tone of your voice is nice to me
When I’m getting unsure, you’re giving encouragement, good advice to me

(Chorus)
If I was in Paradise, I would be home.
I would be holding you, I would be holding you now.

(Verse 2)
You’re surprising me when you detail, vacuum, wash and gas my car
You’re surprising with a Sobe and an orange-chocolate bar
You’re satisfied, don’t want me to change, you like the way things are
In your eyes, I’m a superhero, diva and a superstar
You super-size and tantalize me with a shopping spree
You personalize and customize my name with embroidery
When people outside us try to divide us because of jealousy
When they try to bribe us, you take my side, they can’t take you away from me

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
You’re an individual who can’t be defined, can’t be denied
You’re ever so loyal, never ignore me, keeping me by your side
Though people may think whatever they think, I know I’m your bona fide
Whenever we part, I know in my heart we’ll again and again collide
You’re an independent who can’t be controlled, you’re wild inside
If people just knew you like I know you, they would be surprised
Who cares about them? You and I are best friends, in one another we confide
I prayed, God responded, how we’re bonded has me mystified

(Chorus)


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This Lyric is #161

That's What Crazy People Do ©2004 Louie Fleck

I take a walk with out a coat when it's fifteen below
Stand there on the street muttering to people I don't know
Give a greeting of Ògood morningÓ in the middle of the night
Wishing on a star and then, there are no stars in sight

Bring out the salt and shovel and there's no trace of snow
Unlock and lock the door again, twenty two times in a row
Rush off to Saint Marks again for another Catcher In The Rye
Laugh out loud obscenely, when perhaps I ought to cry

(ch) Say it hardly matters, oh no, When it comes to you, oh no
Admit that I'm in love, dear? Oh no, that's what crazy people do Ð

You might find me wearing Ray-Bans, while reading in the dark
Could even catch me fishing at the frozen fountain in the park
Or clipping words and pictures from a tattered magazine
Driving through the red light or waiting on the green

(ch) Say it hardly matters, oh no You know I'm green and blue, oh no
Admit that I'm in love, dear? Oh no, that's what crazy people do

(br) Two can play this cold game, for all eternity
Win or lose, it's all the same, eventually

I am known to complain about all my non-existent ills
Spend an evening at the fireplace, burning hundred dollar bills
Sleeping in the daytime and leaving on the light (of course)
When everything seems perfect I know it can't be (quite) right

(ch) I'll deny a million times, oh no, As if it weren't true, oh no
Admit that I'm in love, dear? Oh no, that's what crazy people do.
Say it hardly matters, oh no... When it comes to you, oh no
Admit that IÕm in love dear, oh no, thatÕs what crazy people do,
ThatÕs what crazy people do, thatÕs what crazy people do.



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This Lyric is #162

To Have and To Hold
copyright 2001 James McVay

Together we stood on the hillside
Together we watched as it rained
Our weathered hands locked together
We wept as our land washed away
And it rained forty days and it rained forty nights
It rained like the devil they say
It took all the faith in that mustard seed
Not to give up and walk away

You pull the wagon and I’ll pull the plow
If we pull together we’ll make it somehow
And if your wheel’s broken and my plow won’t till
We’ll walk together to the top of that hill

We saw the ocean before us
So we built an arck with our bones
We gathered the beasts and the babies
And sailed off to find a new home
We followed our hearts through the ages
We tempered our toils with love
We learned about faith from the pages of time
Sent down from heaven above

You pull the anchor and I’ll raise the sail
If we pull together how can we fail
And if you grow weary and when I grow old
We’ll be together to have and to hold

And if you grow weary and when I grow old
We’ll be together to have and to hold

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This Lyric is #163

MYTHOLOGY

Submitted by
Robert Baker ©2006

Sis said she didn’t know
Why no one wanted snow
Thought it was the humidity
Makes this frigid sea hang ‘round
Too much snow makes you drift down

Mom thought music was the devil’s song
Never liked the radio on
Said it made people crazy
Enough to have babies
Who needs it anyway

Feed a feverish mind
Cold nursery rhymes
Chicken soup and hot tea
American mythology
Begins with family

Dad’s people were strange
‘Cause they were gypsies or Reds
And if they weren’t better dead
They were always actin’ funny
Or out for your money

Feed a feverish mind
Cold nursery rhymes
Chicken soup and hot tea
American mythology
Begins with family
Begins with family




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This Lyric is #164

“Except You”
( © 2006 Teddie Cochran )

I tried so hard to make things right
Just like I always do
I got laid off from work tonight
Seems like I always loose
I never saw that slamming door
Until it was too late to move
I worry about the life we’ve built
Then I look at you

I see the

Chorus:
Loving in your eyes
Sparkling in the night
Like a beacon on the shore
You fill me full of hope
As everything I‘ve worked for
Is breaking in two,
Except you

I never saw the boss so up tight
As when he told me the news
Said he wished he could make it right
Just like they always do
I walked out that corporate door
As you pulled up the drive
I wondered what I’m gonna do
Then I look at you

I feel the

Chorus:
Loving in your eyes
Sparkling in the night
Like a beacon on the shore
You fill me full of hope
As everything I‘ve worked for
Is breaking in two,
Except you

As everything I‘ve worked for
Is breaking in two,
Except you


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This Lyric is #165

ROSALEE
by Robyn Landis ©2006


Some kids are born in a life that is simple
plain and ordinary times
Your were torn by a ripple of wrong turns
too many wrongs to make right

They said itÕs okay, not gonna hurt you
Poured us a cocktail of lies
It took the trees down, it took my cells out
Betrayed one more time

Rosalee, Rosalee
YouÕre called a casualty
Rosalee, I donÕt agree
Ôcause you were braver than me


IÕm not happy about what I did there
and you won't let me forget
They called it honor - God calls it murder
He showed us what he meant

But no one sees it - makes the connection
that you proved their disgrace
A nightmare made you, and took your birthright
At least you gave it a face

Rosalee, Rosalee
Never held a doll
Rosalee, you look at me
From pictures in the hall


Your mother held me, gave me a reason
Her collar wet with my tears
SheÕs still my bride and sheÕs still the strong one
after 35 years

Coming home, well, you think itÕs over
New life is just round the bend
But you are poisoned - no one will touch you
and it just donÕt ever end

Rosalee, Rosalee,
Broken as that world
Rosalee
DonÕt look at me
Precious little girl


Men who donÕt go there sit in their armchairs
They count the money we stole
I just get time to recount these crimes
You counted more than you know

Too many things they can take from a man
Too many ways to die
For you I drank and for you I stopped and
for you I learned how to cry

Rosalee, Rosalee,
Broke my heart, healed it too
Rosalee, I hated me
But I swear I loved you


I fought a war, then I fought many others
I fought to take care of you
Just one more battle they turned away from
They said not much we can do

The day they sent us the final papers
paid us what you deserved
YouÕd been gone then for half a year
and thatÕs how justice is served

Rosalee, Rosalee
IÕm doing hard time
Rosalee, you looked like me
if you looked inside


I still dream of roads through the jungle
and the one by our door
A special driveway for RosieÕs wheelchair
The bus donÕt stop here no more

AllÕs fair in warfare - nothing but shame there
YouÕll never Òbe all you can beÓ
I am a good man - we did some bad things
Agent Orange and me

But Rosalee, Rosalee
beautiful to me
Rosalee, IÕm glad youÕre free
The way that IÕll never be




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This Lyric is #166

Ballerina Beautiful
Patricia Baker, BMI©2006

The attic was cold and dusty
Cobwebs dangled along the beams
Found a friend I’d almost forgotten
I used to tell her all my dreams

For years she laid there wondering
If I would ever return
Her face was just as pretty
And she was still my dancing girl

Chorus
She was ballerina beautiful in crisp crinoline and lace
She danced Laura’s Theme and Ode To Joy with ballerina grace
Her sweet innocent expression brought tears to my eyes
Still as ballerina beautiful as back then when I was shy

The fragrant smell of cedar
Took me back to such happy times
I didn’t know how much I’d missed
Soft music box lullabies

A treasure from my childhood
Tucked to the back of the drawer
But this time I took her with me
We danced across the attic floor

She’s still ballerina beautiful in crisp crinoline and lace
She dances Laura’s Theme and Ode To Joy with ballerina grace
Her sweet innocent expression makes me laugh until I cry
Ballerina beautiful she makes me feel so young inside



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This Lyric is #167

The Closest Thing to Prayin'
By Joe Kowan, © 2005

I was circumsized,
not by a doctor but by some old guy
with a black hat and a shaky hand
who rubbed his beard and drank a glass of wine.

But it's just as well,
cause half the world's already dammed to hell,
for taking the wrong kind of bath when they were kids,
Holy water under the bridge,
and it's just as well,

'Cause it don't hurt and I don't feel no pain,
sometimes when I jerk off I scream God's name in vain.
and that's the closest that I think I've come to prayin'

I was not chosen by some other-worldly being
and when I saw the light, it came from inside of my TV
and I will mention though it hurts me so to say,
that Moses parted the red sea and then he joined the NRA.

And all the prophets I have known,
are sponsored by the state and living in group homes,
given pills and electric shocks to clear
the visions from their brains.
and that's the closest that they'll ever come to prayin'

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Hallelujah,
what's it to ya.
I can see right though ya.

and I don't care where I go to when I die
and I want to get a tattoo on my eye
of angels who have been consumed by flames.

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I am not waiting for the savior to descend,
I asked my mom she said I can't be born again,
once was enough for her, and I will never ever understand
How in the name of God that people go and kill their fellow man.

Well I have hopes and I have dreams,
I love my friends with every molecule and follicle and gene,
Sometimes I look up to the moon and make a wish I guess I'm sayin',
that it's the closest that I think I've come to prayin'

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Hallelujah,
what's it to ya.
I can see right though ya.

and I'll get on my knees and kiss the ground
cause when you sleep you hardly make a sound
and sometimes i'm afraid you've slipped away.

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So when the light spills through the stained glass windowpanes,
I'll know that beauty comes from ordinary folks
with swollen hearts and dreams of art, and when the sunlight hits the rain,
Well that's the closest that I'll ever come to prayin'.




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This Lyric is #168

HOME WHERE YOU BELONG
Words & Music by Rachel Harvey

Wandering
Into a world of rush and hurry
You don't have time to think about
The one you left behind.
I'm wondering
I wonder if you worry
And have you found the answers to
Those questions in your mind?
My heart remembers long ago
The way it used to be
It's bursting to feel again
The love you gave to me

(And I just want to)
Tell you that I love you
Tell you how I care
And if you'll only call on me
My love is always there
Maybe we can find the answer
To where that love went wrong
So won't you please come home
Where you belong?
Won't you please come home...
Where you belong?

Come back to me
Our love can last forever
And the burning fire of bitterness
Is more than you should bear
Tenderly
We'll put them back together
For the pieces of a broken love
Are not beyond repair
My heart remembers long ago
The way it used to be
And I miss the special part of you
That once was part of me...

(And I just want to)
Tell you that I love you
Tell you how I care
And if you'll only call on me
My love is always there
Maybe we can find the answer
To where that love went wrong
So won't you please come home
Where you belong?
Won't you please come home...
Where you belong?



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This Lyric is #169

Amy (or Someone Like Her) (c) 1987 Jerry R. Teter
vs1
She's the kind of woman who forever attacts your glance
Not exactly pretty But something really sultry
Sexy
She's draped in black
Sensual
In her posture and her touch
Yeah, she's the kind to be alone with
Get stoned with

Chorus
And though I never really knew her
I ...

I coulda really loved that Amy
Amy Amy Amy

vs2
She's got european eyes
That look through your heart
But something in her smile reads you mind

Sexy
In a voice
Sensual
In her posture and her touch
Yeah, she gives you
haunted dreams
wet sheets

(chorus)

brk
Or someone like her
Where can I find one
Oh someone like her
Where can I find my
Amy

vs3
She wears a different crown
Not exactly your type
But something daring
Sexy
In her posture and her touch
Sensual
In your deepest dreams
She'll give you fond regrets
And sentimental bliss

(chorus)


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This Lyric is #170

Highlights
Douglas Campbell
(C)2006 Crosstrax CMI Music

Highlights floating past my mirror, holding reflections of time
Wasted days and wasted women running fears through my mind
Gone so far… a million miles from home,
Nickels and dimes, still in the red
All the basic needs are there,
Nothing more can be said.

Loving every minute of your every waking day
I wish we’d made it farther, no stops along the way

Post mortem deliveries made by someone else
Cancelled city concerts lay hidden on the shelf
Won’t you take me far away from here, above the noisy din
Candle lights and neon signs keep burning from within.

I’ve got fifteen million singers and a high wire walkers act
And I cannot hear the rantings of the cute aristocrats
But your mother keeps on telling you, you’re face aint where it’s at
So you’ve got one resolution and that’s to find out where you’re at

You’ve got highlights for a mother, star lights for a home
Whiskey for a father, you never are alone



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This Lyric is #171

MIDNIGHT BLUES
COPYRIGHT 2004 WILLIAM W. MARTIN
BMI 4252263

NIGHT WINDS WHISPER THROUGH THE TREES
A LULLABY OF GENTLE BREEZE
MIDNIGHT LONLY MIDNIGHT SAD MIDNIGHT BLUES
CRYSTAL STARS IN A VELVET SKY
TWINKLE THEIR EYES AS I CRY
MIDNIGHT LONLY MIDNIGHT SAD MIDNIGHT BLUES

CHORUS
WELL, THERE'S JUST SOMETHING ABOUT THE NIGHT
FILLS ALL US LITTLE BOY HEARTS WITH FRIGHT
NO WE CAN'T, HEY UNDERSTAND WHAT WE DO NOT KNOW
WHAT EVER YOU DECIDE TO DO
YOU'LL NEVER DESTROY OUR LOVE FOR YOU
MIDNIGHT LONLY MIDNIGHT SAD MIDNIGHT BLUES

OUR SON WAKES AND STARTS TO CRY
HE ASKS FOR YOU AND I LIE
MIDNIGHT LONLY MIDNIGHT SAD MIDNIGHT BLUES
I HOLD HIM TIGHT TILL HE'S ASLEEP
NOW ITS MY TIME TO WEEP
MIDNIGHT LONLY MIDNIGHT SAD MIDNIGHT BLUES

(CHORUS)

CAR LIGHTS DANCE THEIR LOVE AFFAIR
ON THE WALL BOVE YOUR EMPTY CHAIR
MIDNIGHT LONLY MIDNIGHT SAD MIDNIGHT BLUES
YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN HOME BY TWELVE BEFORE
DOES YOU NEW LOVER NEED YOU MORE
MIDNIGHT LONLY MIDNIGHT SAD MIDNIGHT BLUES

(CHORUS)


COPYRIGHT 2004 WILLIAM W. MARTIN

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This Lyric is #172

I Love You Evermore
(Original Wedding Song)
by Brian Ford
© 1986 Brian Ford Music


I thank the Lord for He has brought us together
And I choose you this day to be my lady forever
And you know I’ve always dreamed
Of that special someone who could make all my
Dreams come true
And God has given me so much more
Than I could ever dream of
He gave me you

(Chorus)
And everyday I give my life to you
I will always be by your side
I will always take good care of you
For you I would die
And as we stand here in the presence
Of Jesus Christ our Lord
I proclaim to the world
I Love You Evermore


I know God has called us to be
Man and Wife
To never be as two again
To no longer live separate lives
And today we join as one flesh to never be apart
Just as we join the two flames of the candles
So will we join our hearts




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This Lyric is #173

‘MAKE ME FEEL SO GOOD’

VERSE:
Another night alone
Another day with you gone
Empty glass in my hand
Live to be a hundred, never understand
How this happened
Me losing you

VERSE:
Another memory
Just crossed my mind, wish I could be
In your arms feel your touch
Miss you so bad but I never give up
Believing you’ll come back
Need you so bad

CHORUS:
Make me, make me, you make me feel so good, baby
Only I could, I would, I would fly
Back to your loving arms
Tender kisses, all your sweet charms
You make me feel so good

VERSE:
Another week goes by
Only thought here on my mind
You’ll start to miss me too
Telephone will ring, it will be you
I will fly
To your loving arms

(can sing chorus here or go to bridge and then chorus)

BRIDGE:
Make me feel good
Like true love should
Oh, baby, way you make me feel (chorus to end)

©2006
Finis: 2-21-2006
Lyrics: Lana Sprague and LV Dabbs
Melody and vocals: Lana Sprague

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This Lyric is #174

Garbage Day

c 2005 Susan Lynne Sorensen

I've found it
It was deep in the sofa
Dust and sticky things cover it now
I want to feel excited
I want it to tug at my soul
But no, and it goes
Back in the garbage

I've lost it
All I do is just sit here
Watching my garbage grow higher and higher
When I least expect it
I know it will overcome me
And I will be
Lost in the garbage

But wait!
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
It's garbage day!
My knight in shining armor is here
Okay, lift it up, let it fall
Take it all, take it all
And save me

I'm happy
I have put on a new dress
I have practised the word "yes"
Until it is mine
There's a knock on my door
This is my moment
I'm ready and willing
Life is for filling
Until the garbage comes back



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This Lyric is #175

The Best Years of my Life
By
Stephen D. Sloan copyright 2005

We’re starting out so in love
Full of hopes and dreams
Of how our lives will be
And though our dreams may change
Our love will remain
Giving me the strength
To be the man I want to be

Thank you for taking me for better and for worse
Thank you for having me to love and to hold
There hasn’t been a prouder man since you became my wife
So darling
I want to thank you
For giving me

The best years of my life
The best years of my life
The best years of my life
The best years of my life

I didn’t know
My love for you could grow
Stronger than when we said, “I do”
But now my heart overflows
With the respect and the love
I have for you
And the wonderful things that you do

Thank you for taking me for better and for worse
Thank you for having me to love and to hold
There hasn’t been a prouder man since you became my wife
So darling
I want to thank you
For giving me

The best years of my life
The best years of my life
The best years of my life
The best years of my life
The best years of my life
The best years of my life


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This Lyric is #176

JESUS WAS A BACHELOR
© 2004 Greg Tamblyn

The man I most admire spread love throughout his world
The man I most admire didn't mess with girls
He looked around, saw the deal, said I can't do this
I'm gonna get my 12 best buds, go drink wine, and fish

Jesus was a bachelor, and so was Buddha too
Could it be that they knew something more than me and you
Buddha cut the ties that bind and headed for Nirvana
Women tried to marry Jesus, but he said I don't wanna

Relationships take lots of time and compromise at best
Maybe all the saints knew they could never pass that test
Take Mother Teresa, she chose good works instead
They say nuns all marry Jesus, but, well, he's dead

Jesus was a bachelor, and so was Buddha too
Could it be that they knew something more than me and you
Buddha chose enlightenment over married life
Jesus couldn't save mankind, and satisfy a wife

So if all your friends are saying I do, but you just won't
Take comfort in the fact that even Jesus said I don't
If you want to set your sights on more ethereal worlds
Don't let your lower chakras chase material boys and girls

Jesus was a bachelor, and so was Buddha too
Could it be that they knew something more than me and you
Buddha left his family for much less worldly pastures
Jesus was too busy getting ready for the rapture

Some folks now dispute this thought that Jesus was unwed
A rabbi, single? in those days? there is no way, they’ve said
As for me I think the way of partnering is best
I’d like to be enightened and still be having (___)

Jesus was a bachelor, well maybe, maybe not
Maybe he was married, and that church in Rome forgot
Some say Mary Magdalene was wife and apostle
I don’t know what you think, but I say hey, it’s possible

There’s one more possibility we should not overlook
Maybe there’s another way that Jesus was mistook
I know what I’m suggesting is not what some want to hear
But if it troubles you, then it’s not love you feel but fear

If Jesus was a bachelor, then maybe he was gay
That would be quite frightening for some Christians today
They'd like to ban gay marriage, but the Bible’s been misconstrued
What kind of Christianity judges and excludes?

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This Lyric is #177

River of Regret
Writers: Bruce Scism / Beth Scism / Gary Best

VERSE 1
LAY MY HEAD ON A PILLOW SOFT WITH DOWN
TRACES OF HER PERFUME CAN STILL BE FOUND
SLEEP WILL SOON COME FOR ME
DREAMS OF HER FLOW SO EASILY

VERSE 2
IN THE MORNING I WILL RAISE MY WEARY HEAD
STUMBLE OVER THINGS I LEFT UNSAID
IN THE KITCHEN I TURN TO SEE
AN EMPTY ROOM WHERE MY LOVE USED TO BE

CHORUS
I WADE THROUGH A RIVER OF REGRET
EACH NIGHT I PUT HER MEMORY TO BED
WITHOUT HER BY MY SIDE, A PART OF ME HAS DIED
AND HER TENDERNESS I NEVER WILL FORGET

VERSE 3
DAYLIGHT COMES SNEAKING THROUGH THE DOOR
BOUND TO LEAVE ITS FOOTPRINT ON MY FLOOR
A SUNNY DAY WILL SHINE
ONE DAY I’M SURE IT WILL BE MINE

REPEAT CHORUS

TAG
AND HER TENDERNESS I NEVER WILL FORGET


© 2006
Bruce Scism



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This Lyric is #178

I GAVE UP ON NASHVILLE
copyright 2004 Trent Holloway

Hey Porter, Hey Porter what time is it?
Porter don't say nothin', he just looks the other way
You know once upon a time in Nashville, the Man in Black couldn't even get the time of day

I looked for you on the radio, but it was lookin' like you were gone
And if they'd do you like that, they ain't gonna do me anyway but wrong

Roll on to Dyess, Roll on to Dyess, Arkansas
Roll on to Dyess, Roll on to Dyess, Arkansas
And if them Nashville boys can catch me, they can all kiss my ass
'Cause I gave up on Nashville when they gave up on Johnny Cash

Ashes to ashes, dust to rust
But we just can't let bygones be
Because a prophet don't turn to dust
He turns into a hundred more like me

The eagle rides the sky, the serpent rides the earth
Death rides the pale horse on the hill
And if I ain't runnin', I'll be ridin' the hell out of Nashville

Roll on to Dyess, Roll on to Dyess, Arkansas
Roll on to Dyess, Roll on to Dyess, Arkansas
And if them Nashville boys can catch me, they can all kiss my ass
'Cause I gave up on Nashville when they gave up on Johnny Cash



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This Lyric is #179

FOUNDATION
(John Harley Weston copyright 2004)


V1
I’m standing in a crowded station
Wondering where this life is leading to
Take a different train
But the same destination
Keeps coming up
How will I find my way back to reality

CH
Take the train to Foundation if all else fails
And get off at the points of no return
Wait a while by the banks of contemplation
And welcome back
To reality

V2
I see photographs of beautiful lifestyles on every billboard
But if things don’t work out the way you want them to
You can spend your life
Waiting for a revelation
To come to you
What you gonna do
I would

CH
Take the train to Foundation if all else fails
And get off at the points of no return
Wait a while by the banks of contemplation
And welcome back
To reality

MID8
Well I’ve come this far to see myself
And now I’m here can’t do much else
Hey look at me
What do you see
I know life has no guarantees
Well I packed my bags and I closed the door
Took a journey back in to my soul
And I finally found the way back to Reality
And I say hey

FINAL CH
Take the train to Foundation if all else fails
And get off at the points of no return
Wait a while, smell the grass, hug the trees, put out the trash
You’ve finally found your way
Back to Reality
Hee Hee
Welcome back
To Reality



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This Lyric is #180

WHY CAN’T I GO HOME?
Lyrics by Bree Noble & Carol Park ®2006


VERSE I:
I clench my fists, say a silent prayer
As I walk along my weekly pilgrimage
I hesitate, not knowing just who I’ll find
In that stuffy one room in the Village

She stands from her rocker, her eyes are on fire
But rapture becomes accusation
“You didn’t say you would be here today”
It’s the sanest of our conversations.

PRE-CHORUS:
Hysteria sets in
As we drive to the clinic.
Like every other day
Reality gives way
To an endless refrain:

CHORUS:
Where is my suitcase?
I left some things behind.
How did I get here?
Am I losing my mind?
Where am I going
And where did I come from?
Where is my suitcase
And why can’t I go home?

VERSE II:
Fragments and pieces locked up in her mind
Her son is a nameless face
Her jumbled thoughts leap to my uncle’s name
She cowers in disgrace.

Then suddenly sane, her wits are restored
And memory returns a lost child.
Hopeful in finding not all is erased
Our reunion is sweet for a while.

PRE-CHORUS:
But hysteria sets in
Driving home from the clinic
Like every other day
Reality gives way
To an endless refrain:

CHORUS:
Where is my suitcase?
I left some things behind.
How did I get here?
Am I losing my mind?
Where am I going
And where did I come from?
Where is my suitcase
And why can’t I go home?

BRIDGE:
And as frustration reaches its peak
Her lips brush softly on my cheek.
Her heart forgets its etiquette.
A fleeting gift I’ll never forget

PRE-CHORUS:
Then hysteria sets in
And we’re back there again
Like every other day
Reality gives way
To an endless refrain:

CHORUS:
Where is my suitcase?
I left some things behind.
How did I get here?
Am I losing my mind?
Where am I going
And where did I come from?
Where is my suitcase
And why can’t I go home?



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This Lyric is #181

INCOMPETENT DESIGN
Music and Lyrics by Candy Davis
© 2006 All Rights Reserved

Chorus: Oh, they talk about “intelligent design.”
Well, what about the eyeball and the upright human spine?
A bioengineer would to the wastebasket consign
These aforementioned features of incompetent design.

The Bible-thumping preachers see a world of black and white
Where the universe springs forth when God commands, “Let there be Light!”
Most see Darwin’s evolution path down which they fear to tread,
But “Origin of Species” most have never really read!

Chorus: Oh, they talk about "intelligent design."
Well, what about our appendix and unstable lumbar spine?
A bioengineer would to the wastebasket consign
These aforementioned features of incompetent design!

To intimidated teachers in our public schools, beware!
Might as well be 1925 to some school boards out there.
Since creationism blurs the laws dividing church from state,
It now hides in a disguise; pretends it’s “science” when it ain’t!

Chorus: Oh, they talk about "intelligent design."
Well, what about our wisdom teeth and painful lumbar spine? (OW!)
A bioengineer would to the wastebasket consign
These aforementioned features of incompetent design.

Oh, morphology of creatures, plants, and dating of the rocks
And DNA analysis and molecular clocks
Reveal that natural selection, gene flow, gene drift, and mutations
Through years counted in the billions can explain life’s speciations!

Chorus: Oh, they talk about "intelligent design."
Well, what about the platypus? (Designed by committee!)
Ebola? (Kills its own host!)
Wingless birds? (God didn’t get it right the first time??)
Tyrannosaurus arms? (Couldn’t even reach their own mouths!)
The Irish elk? (Bigger is definitely NOT better!)
. . . and the 90% of all life forms that are now extinct? (We didn't kill them ALL!)
A bioengineer would to the wastebasket consign
These aforementioned features of incompetent design!
These aforementioned creatures of incompetent design!
These aforementioned preachers of incompetent design!



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This Lyric is #182

TITLE: KATHERINE WITH THE CARING EYES
WRITTEN BY: Cole Steven Donovan

Katherine, With The Caring Eyes
*******************************************
Beauty fills the air,
With a hint of roses.
Emotions well inside,
As each person poses.
In the best position,
To hear her voice.
Healing our souls,
Killing the boys.

Katherine,
With the caring eyes.
Smiles as each grown man cries.
Blessing us again tonight,
To share her beautiful light.

Katherine,
With the caring eyes,
Sing me to sleep tonight.
Your voice, caress my soul,
Your charm, hold me tight.

I’d dance for you,
But my heart’s broken,
I’d sing for you,
But I’ve lost my mind,
I’d play for you,
But my soul’s aching.
I can’t remember,
The last time I cried

Riddled by existence
Our life is yours to hold.
Don’t let it go,
Don’t let us grow old.
Hold our souls prisoner,
As you free yourself,
Humbled by our insignificance,
Beyond all wealth.

Katherine,
You soul is made of music,
Your life is just a song.
Your passion broke my heart,
The day that you moved on.
Oh, Katherine,
With the caring eyes,
Sing me to sleep tonight.

I’d dance for you,
But my heart’s broken,
I’d sing for you,
But I’ve lost my mind,
I’d play for you,
But my soul’s aching.
I can’t remember,
The last time I cried

Katherine,
With the caring eyes,
Sing me to sleep tonight.
Your voice can caress my soul,
Your charm may hold me tight.
Let your beauty fill the air,
Let me forget I care.
About the “would have been”s,
“Maybe we should be friends”’,
“If you’d only said”s,
And “now they’re dead”s.
Riddled by existence
My life is yours to hold.
Don’t let it go,
Don’t let me grow old.

I’d dance for you,
But my heart’s broken,
I’d sing for you,
But I’ve lost my mind,
I’d play for you,
But my soul’s aching.
I can’t remember,
The last time I cried

Katherine,
With the caring eyes,
Sing away my life.




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This Lyric is #183

MY FATHER'S ARMS
Lyric by Allison Lynn
Music by Allison Lynn and Gerald Flemming c. 2005

VERSE 1
I'm standing in the playground
While the big kids call me names.
My clothes are wrong. I can't run fast.
I'm left out of their games.
My Father always knows my pain,
And He wipes away my tears.
And lets me know that I belong
Despite my doubts and fears.

CHORUS
My Father's arms are open wide,
And he holds me gently inside them.
When I'm alone, when I'm afraid,
I am safe in my Father's arms.

VERSE 2
I got the call all lovers fear.
It said, "Your husband's gone."
My screams and tears could not be stopped.
The world turned upside-down.
But then my Father reached for me,
And let me cry all night.
He couldn't change my circumstance,
Yet I knew I'd be all right.

CHORUS
My Father's arms are open wide,
And he holds me gently inside them.
When I'm alone, when I'm afraid,
I am safe in my Father's arms.

BRIDGE
My Father-God will keep me
'Cause He hears my smallest prayer.
Till joy comes in the morning,
He'll be there.

CHORUS
My Father's arms are open wide,
And he holds me gently inside them.
When I'm alone, when I'm afraid,
I am safe in my Father's arms.



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This Lyric is #184

OB CITY
by John Wyndham © 2004

There's a place that I know
Where the people come and grow
OB City, heavy on my mind
Where the livin's full and easy
And the food is kind of greasy
OB City, folks are feelin' fine

In the race to the place
Where the people feed their face
OB City, doin' oh so well
Where the future is repast
And a fast just doesn't last
OB City, folks are lookin' swell.

OB City, OB City,
Now don't it seem a pity
That the women there are mighty fair
And round and shapely as a pear
In the park, in the dark,
They're eatin' for a lark
OB City, you've gone beyond the mark.

Well, it seemed like a dream
When I ate that chocolate cream
OB City, look out down below
When I pigged out on the fries,
And the pizza and the pies
OB City, what a weigh to go.

Now I know that I tried
All that diet-exercise
OB City, loose your hold on me
But I still eat my fill,
'Cause I lack the human will
OB City, won't you set me free.

OB City, OB City,
Now don't it seem a pity
That a town like that can make you fat
If it ain't so I'll eat my hat
In a plane, in a car,
From anywhere that you are
OB City, it's really not so far.

If you're sexy or you're suave
And you're gettin' kind of large
OB City's beckoning to you
There the folks will think you're neat
Relatively quite petite,
You'll adore it, and the kids will love it too.

OB City, OB City
Now don't it seem a pity
That a town like that can be such fun
You'll end up weighing half a ton
On a plane, in a car,
From anywhere that you are
If you get there,
You know you've gone too far.



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This Lyric is #185

Angels In Atlanta
by Freddie Long
© 2005 FGL3 Music (ASCAP)


There's a light still on in the judge's chambers
There's a "monster" back inside a cage
There's a wounded widow from Augusta
With a 5-year-old she knew she had to raise

There's a brother who hears it all and can't believe
The kid that kept him out of trouble is the same one on the screen

And there are angels in Atlanta
Who understand our tragedies our flaws
And if there are angels in Atlanta
Maybe there are angels in us all

She cooked him pancakes and eggs, read about purpose and faith
And she found a human being still inside
He put his guns under the bed, thanked his angel and said
"I hope you'll visit me when they lock the key behind"

The pain of the world soaks my pillowcase
For the loved ones lost and all the ones who've lost their way

But there are angels in Atlanta
Who understand our tragedies our flaws
And if there are angels in Atlanta
Maybe there are angels in us all

Is murder the answer to murder?
Will it help us grasp this struggle that we live
I can't say I know the answer
So I just weep and hope that love will win

There are angels in Atlanta
Who understand our tragedies our flaws
And if there are angels in Atlanta
Maybe there are angels in us all



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This Lyric is #186

REFLECTION
By Dean FH Macy © 1996

There’s a child within,
Has always been a child of mirth
A child from birth.
I look in the mirror, my eyes to see.
It’s me!

She looks in my eyes,
My mother there as she lifts me up
To a higher chair.
She coos and she hugs,
All laughs and smiles as she feeds me food
That her touch beguiles.

There’s a child within,
Has always been a child of mirth
A child from birth.
I look in the mirror, my eyes to see.
It’s me!

She looks in my eyes,
My teacher new as she shows me things
I need to do.
She teaches me art,
To draw and paint. And when others fight
She teaches restraint.

There’s a child within,
Has always been a child of mirth
A child from birth.
I look in the mirror, my eyes to see.
It’s me!

She looks in my eyes,
My bride so fair as she takes me home
Our lives to share.
Years later they come,
Our children, dears, who bring us pure joy
In their tender years.

There’s a child within,
Has always been a child of mirth
A child from birth.
I look in the mirror, my eyes to see.
It’s me!

She looks in my eyes,
My daughter, dear, as she hugs me tight
And whispers, near,
Oh, Daddy, I see
A boy inside trying to get out.
Is that you, you hide?

There’s a child within,
Has always been a child of mirth
A child from birth.
I look in the mirror, my eyes to see.
It’s me!

She looks in my eyes,
Granddaughter sweet. She kisses my face,
Cuddles my feet.
I caress her hair,
She coos delight. She’s lulled by the tales
I tell her at night.

There’s a child within,
Has always been a child of mirth
A child from birth.
I look in the mirror, my eyes to see.
It’s me!

She looks in my eyes,
Caretaker, nurse, as she lifts me up;
Life in reverse.
We talk all day long
And later see in a beautiful glass
She holds up to me;

There’s a child within,
Has always been a child of mirth
A child from birth.
I look in the mirror, my eyes to see.
It’s me!

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This Lyric is #187

Stone Throwin'Town

Hear-say clues bout who-do girls
Left over from the night before
Front page news sell second hand reviews
Delivered free to front door
Folks just doin' their chores

Small town talk makes a small talk town
The story grows with each passin'
From Al's garage to Martha's salon
This town gives a good tongue
" That girl ... sure is a fast one "

Down a two-lane black top
Through a one-way town
To the local pit-stop
Where rumors are found
It's yesterday's gossip
That's sold by the pound
No life's left alone
In a stone throwin' town

She walks roud one ear to the ground
Convicted by a case of the what-nots
Gave-up her crown of bein' put done
For life on a two-lane black top
Long gone before the next shoe drops

Throwin' stones and buildin' fences who knows when you cross the line
Two-sided towns with two-sided faces
You never know what's on the other side

Down a two-lane black top
Through a one-way town
To the local pit-stop
Where rumors are found
It's yesterday's gossip
That's sold by the pound
No life's left alone
In a stone throwin' town.

Written by : Bill Hahn
Copyright 2005



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This Lyric is #188

THE ONLY ONE LAUGHING
(C) 2006 Daniel Dreamwalker

She -- could only be free
Dancing in darkness
Away from the light
And we -- held in our hands
A bottle of magic
Two fireflies in the night

And I-I-I, I was The Only One Laughing
Laughing out loud
And I-I-I, I was the only one running
Away from the crowd
And I-I-I knew that nothing was funny
But I couldn’t help myself
I was talking to you, but I was alone
The lights in the windows were on
But no one, no one was home

I felt my heart was on fire
I was lost in the smoke
There was nothing to see
No face in the mirror
You never spoke
But I knew that the joke was on me

And I-I-I, I was The Only One Laughing
Laughing out loud
And I-I-I, I was the only one running
Away from the crowd
And I-I-I knew that nothing was funny
But I couldn’t help myself
I was talking to you, but I was alone
The lights in the windows were on
But no one, no one was home

There’s no one to talk to now
No one believes me
She never existed, they claim
She’s only a dream
Conjured in fever
You can’t even tell us her name

And I-I-I, I was The Only One Laughing
Laughing out loud
And I-I-I, I was the only one running
Away from the crowd
And I-I-I knew that nothing was funny
But I couldn’t help myself
I was talking to you, but I was alone
The lights in the windows were on
But no one, no one was home
I was the Only One Laughing
The Only One Laughing
The Only One Laughing




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This Lyric is #189

Quest - Lyrics by Oliver Sebastian

Let life roll before our eyes
let love rule the night in there we go
let me lend a hand to stay away
from alibis which lead nowhere tonight
leaving differences apparently behind

And I reach out...

In my thoughts I can always stray
There are words I should've said
There are things I should've told u
through this voice inside my head
but I've slammed those doors
In the end now I regret that I touched
your heart, but with these words I
didn't say...that you're killing me!

On the endless quest for life
rambling on and on's our destiny
When our exhalted efforts jive
will we dream of long gone
yesterdays...

I count the minutes, moments in time
(it's alright, alright)
Subside the limits, walk between the lines
(it's alright, alright)
leaving distances apparently behind

A thousand times I've painted my remains
(provided by a sigh)
What more can I do to share their pain today
leveling it up to high

On the endless quest for life
rambling on and on's our destiny
When our exhalted efforts jive
will we dream of long gone
yesterdays...


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This Lyric is #190

Fine Tuning by Randi Joy Logsdon
copyright 1989 Randi Joy Caplow

Tied by a rope called stagnation. Held back by procrastination. I lose my motivation when my life is out of tune. Derailed by my own self-pity. Just blame it on this city. It's me making life so shitty. It's me that's out of tune.

I need fine tuning to get back to who I am, isolate the dynamics of each moment, and get me on my way again.

Another promise from the industry will rise, and dissipate into a cloud of lies. If something breaks it will be a surprize. Not until my life's in tune. Happiness is from the inside. Only I can operate this ride. Always trying to hide. Gotta get this life in tune!

I need fine tuning to get back to who I am, isolate the dynamics of each moment, and get me on my way again.

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This Lyric is #191

Borderline Security

Took for granted who you hung around
And we caught you with you pants down
So now you keep the boys at bay
With those words you love to say
In my heartland, its my heart man
Stay away

Some boy hurt you at romance
And you’re afraid to take chance
You want to get it right
So you putting up a fight
But you cry night after night

Waiting at your borderline
Waiting at your borderline
Cause one day you’ll change your mind
Till then I’ll bide my time
Waiting at your borderline

If security’s an issue
Yup, be careful who you let through
You don’t need a post attack
From 2 bit lovin hack
Well baby I got your back

Some of them are hard to spot
What they claim turns out they’re not
Need someone to take a stand
Who’ll protect you and your land
Then I'm your custom man

Waiting at your borderline
Waiting at your borderline
Cause one day you’ll change your mind
Till then I’ll bide my time
Waiting at your borderline

Jacques Goudreault


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This Lyric is #192

© Beautiful Sad – Ken Brodie

Peter searched for shadows When there was no sun and no light shining
And the lantern on the wall Reflected songs with no words rhyming
And even though it sounds sad it’s really not that sad
And even when he lost his way it was a mystical path

If a blind man speaks of beauty Tell me what it is he sees
Can he hear the artist paint his dreams It’s never what it seems
And even though it sounds sad it’s really not that sad
Like a clown searching for laughs He’s on a mystical path

Echoes tumble through the fingers of the old man as he plays
A sentimental journey on a six string past it’s glory days
And even though it sounds sad It’s quite a beautiful sad
He calls to join him on his journey on his mystical path

Peter searched for shadows When there was no sun and no light shining


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This Lyric is #193

U are The One

Written so many poems, letters and songs
Bout past lovers doing me right yet doing me wrong
Thought I knew love by a gap that was filled
Little did I know it was the devil going for the kill
It might sound harsh but the truth is not a lie
For Jesus is my witness, He is my airtight alibi
He brought me out of the illusion and opened my eyes
Dried my tears lifted my face up to the sky
Kept me focused and aimed on the price
Gods promise, true love by a blessed sacrifice
By seeking His Kingdom and righteousness in all I do,
Never knew that by loving Him I’d now be loving you.
Yes I said it “Love” is in my mouth, body, spirit and soul
I pour it out on to you my love, unlimited, unconditional with God in control
As long as I have breath I will Praise His name
As long as I have breath for you I’ll do the same
I pray to God, Jehovah Jireh, My Lord
That one day we’ll be a three fold harmony, one accord

One breath is all it takes to say I love you
One breath is all it takes to say I need you
One breath is all it takes to say I DO

written by Corey aka ChildofGod,


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This Lyric is #194

Fool For You
Copyright 2005 Michael Jacobs/Sacred Nation Productions

After the hard rain has fallen
A flood of hot and bitter tears
With angry words spoken and dreams lying broken
Ghosts dance to the heartbeat of fear
Sometimes this road that I travel
Seems about to tear me in two
But each passing season reminds me of the reasons
That I’m still such a fool for you… a fool for you

I pray for peace and beauty
I dream of gardens in the sand
Of the great sacred fire that consumes my desires
And of love healing war-torn lands
So many stories need telling
All the things I believe are true
The deeds undone and the songs to be sung
Say I’ll still be a fool for you… a fool for you

I will still be a fool
After all that I’ve been through
Whatever you say or do – I will still be a fool for you

A man must live by his honor
And by the promises he keeps
In all that he does and how well he loves
Before the last time he lays down to sleep
So when my journey is over
And my life-light fades to gloom
As earth grows older and days turn colder
I will still be a fool for you… a fool for you

I will still be a fool
After all that I’ve been through
Whatever you say or do – I will still be a fool for you
I will still be a fool
After all you’ve put me through
And I’ve done all that I can do so I can still be a fool
I will still be a fool
After all that I’ve been through
And I’ll do all that I can do so I can still be a fool for you
I’m a fool for you… a fool for you…

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This Lyric is #195

Just A Guitar

Like Grandfather’s clock, this road’s winding down,
the curve of the hills is a favorite friend.
The fragrance of flowers gone wild in the fields,
summons you further around the next bend.
And the corn leaves are rustling like teenager plans,
the kisses in secret, the revving of cars.
The glare on the windshield’s the ring of new strings,
six notes and two chords to a bar.
Sometimes a guitar is just a guitar.

The moon rears it’s head up, as big as a dream,
battered old case rides the front shotgun seat,
while four white walls hum a Gregorian chant,
the tempo provided by seams in concrete.
And the radio mumbles no language you know,
bouncing down off of a wandering star.
Diminishing voices are flatted like fifths,
they clatter like coins in a jar.
Sometimes a guitar is just a guitar.

Sometimes the beauty is more than you hold,
exploding in waves through the air.
Some stories can never more truly be told,
some sounds are too lovely to bear.

On hot nights like this when the wind sighs your name,
like the tenderest kiss on the top of a scar,
when one moment shines like a spot in the dark,
and one note is all that you are,
sometimes a guitar is just a guitar.

copyright Dan Hazlett 2006


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