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This Lyric is #301

AIN'T CHASING A BUICK
Jeb Barry ASCAP

jimmy rogers on a fading rural radio
station from somewhere out past the fields her Dad was haying
broken mileage counter in a car that drives like a ghost
taillights of her buick through a cracked windshield drought stained
two wheels on a soft shoulder half lost in a heat lightening storm
gravel clouds of dust descending in her wake
the summer’s drowning in the fiction of a paperback romance
for some odd reason she just couldn’t wait

ran out of money and gas, just beside Nashville
she left with a long hauler heading north
I ain’t going to new york city, I’m heading home
God damn she’s on, her own

Georgia state trooper half asleep in a clay dust dented ford
Said I can’t hitch this road mile markers counting memories
A bible and two pistols, a cheating wind that always whistles
I ain’t even sure the direction I’m heading but I think it’s east
eleven years of hurt leaves a girl less than vacant
Sunday morning reason seekers never found any truth to call
Walking past I can hear the choir singing her praise
Nobody listens to a song that says it’s all your fault

ran out of luck in a cloudburst by Cleveland
she sent me a postcard saying “**** you sweetheart”
I ain’t going to new york city, I’m heading home
God damn, she’s gone




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This Lyric is 302

Younger By Moonlight
Lyrics Charles Ronald Wyvill
Melody/Music: Kaley Willow
©2006
Verse 1

The larger the town, the lonelier the place.
Criss-crossing roads, match the lines on my face.
People move slowly, like tears down a cheek.
Searching in vain, for the love that they seek.
I was like them, I think you were too.
Under a sky coloured darkest blue.
Feeling so cold, as the night closes in.
Longing for warmth of a lover's skin.

Chorus 1

I look younger by moonlight than I do in the sun.
My face tells a story, how my life has run.
Emotions within me have faded to grey.
My heart feels a torment, my smile betrays.

Verse 2

But just when I thought that my future had passed.
And all of my chances had burned down to ash.
The vision of you gently cradled my eyes.
You caused a fire in my soul to arise.
One night you looked lonely and I felt the same.
You gathered the courage to ask me my name.
We danced to the music of love in our heads.
A tide rose within me and that when I said.

Chorus 2

I look younger by moonlight than I do in the sun.
My face tells a story, how my life has run.
All of my life I've been waiting for you.
My heart feels the warmth of a love overdue.

Bridge

A tree stands alone on a dark winter's night.
Listening for whispers of spring.

Chorus 3

We look younger by moonlight than we do in the sun.
Our faces age slowly, as the day is begun.
What lies in the future, the eye can not see.
But the love that we hold, paints a new destiny.

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This Lyric is #303

The Technology Blues (copyright 1995 Joe Meyer ASCAP)

Chorus
This world can be an empty place (don’t you know)
So hard to find a friendly face, sometimes
Fearful eyes cross my path, seems everyday
There’s got to be a better way

Verse
People build some awesome houses
But then they can’t live with their spouses
They send a man to outer space
But can’t learn to love another race
Computers run in record time
But we can’t put a curb on crime
And knowledge hits an all-time high
Yet who will stop to wonder why…

Chorus
This world can be an empty place (don’t you know)
So hard to find a friendly face, sometimes
Fearful eyes cross my path, seems everyday
There’s got to be a better way

Instrumental

Verse
Doctors have their CT scanners
But kids aren’t learning common manners
Nuclear plants are built in haste
When there’s still nowhere to put the waste
Growing lawns without a weed
But they cannot see the harm in greed
And living just to sell or buy
Who will stop to wonder why…

Chorus
This world can be an empty place (don’t you know)
So hard to find a friendly face, sometimes
Fearful eyes cross my path, seems everyday
There’s got to be a better way

I know there is a better way


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This Lyric is #304

COME ALONG, BETH
© 2006 by Dean Brantley Taylor

VERSE 1
We’ll climb mountains and swim the seven seas
Dance in treetops and float on the breeze
We’ll run like wolves, sleep like bear
Cuddle like kittens and make love like hare
And everything you do, every time, I’ll care

We’ll frolic and jump with the otter and frog
Then rest with the turtles in the sun on a log
We’ll stretch like cats, fly like eagle
Parade like peacock and trot like a beagle

PRECHORUS 1
With heads outstretched and tails held high
A little more bounce and we’ll touch the sky
Just a little more bounce and we’ll touch the sky

CHORUS
So, come along with me on life’s long ride
Come along with me, side-by-side
Come along, come along, come along, Beth
Come along with me until our death
And still, after death, our spirits will be one
So, please, please, please come along
Please, please, please come along

VERSE 2
We’ll launch missiles and surf the Milky Way
Ride on comets and ski off the tail
We’ll swim like seal, act walrus
Lying on the beach and showing off tusk
And anything you say, anytime, I’ll trust

We’ll squirm and bump with the hogs at a trough
Siesta full-bellied hangin'-two with a sloth
We’ll screech like owl, buzz like bees
Then nap with the doves, way up high in a tree

PRECHORUS 2
Feathers laid soft, head on a breast
Just a few more winks and we’ll feel our best
When we sleep together’s when we’ll feel our best

CHORUS
So, come along with me on life’s long ride
Come along with me, side-by-side
Come along, come along, come along, Beth
Come along with me until our death
And still, after death, our spirits will be one
So, please, please, please come along
Please, please, please come along

BRIDGE
The things we’ll do, the things we’ll do
The things we’ll do, together me and you
The stuff we’ll see, the stuff we’ll see
The stuff we’ll see, forever you and me
Now, I’ll do harm, and I’ll do wrong,
but I’ll keep comin’, so please come along

CHORUS
Come along with me on life’s long ride
Come along with me, side-by-side
Come along, come along, come along, Beth
Come along with me until our death
And still, after death, our spirits will be one
So, please, please, please come along
Please, please, please come along



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This Lyric is #305

IT'S THE BEAT IN YOUR HEART
lyrics/music by: Donna Lynn Rector
copyright 2004
D RECTOR RECORDS AND PUBLISHING(BMI)


IT'S THE BEAT IN YOUR HEART

Ever kept it inside
Till you thought you would burst?
Ever hoped for the best
but, prepared for the worst?
It's a feeling so strong--
You can't deny it, but so long.

Have you said your prayers
To God above,
Already knowing the answer
'Cause it fits like a glove?
It's a feeling so strong
You can't deny it, but so long.

It's the beat in your heart,
It's the heat of your breath,
It's the secret you'll take
With you to your death.
It's the love that was lost,
The life that was lived,
The feeling that you have
So much more to give.

Have you dotted your "i"s
And crossed all your "t"s,
When you're by yourself
Do you drop to your knees?
Is there something out there
You still think you need?

It's the beat in your heart,
It's the heat of your breath'
It's the secret you'll take
With you to your death.
It's the love that was lost,
The life that was lived,
The feeling that you have
So much more to give!

Have you covered your bases
and walked a straight line?
Are you tapping your feet
in perfect time?
Will you go to Forever--
with these thoughts in mind?

It's the beat in your heart,
It's the heat of your breath,
It's the secret you'll take
With you to your death.
It's the love that was lost,
The life that was lived,
The feeling that you have
So much more to give.

It's the rhythm of life...
It's the beat in your heart...
It's the heat of your breath...
They were there from the start.



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This Lyric is #306

Billy’s Train
Becky Wright Songs
COPYRIGHT 2006

Vs. 1: Billy loved to sit beneath the bridge, waitin’ for the train by the blue ridge
He’d never been on it, but he loved to hear it’s whistle blowin’.
Then momma called him home, ‘cause daddy was ill; Daddy handed him his bible, said “it’s yours now, Bill;
Keep it close to your heart…. Say good-bye now, ‘cause daddy’s goin.”

Vs. 2: While he read the book, the words became so real, yet he couldn’t escape the pain he’d feel
Sometimes he dreamed of jumpin’ that train, and just ridin’ away.
Then the ground would tremble, and he’d close his eyes, felt like footsteps of angels in the skies
And as the whistle grew louder, he hear his daddy say:

Refrain: Billy, there’s a time your train will come
On a chilly night, it will take you home
That long train whistle will blow, and everybody will know.
Billy, don’t cry; no more need for tears
You can leave ‘em behind with these heartache years
‘Cause there’s no pain on this train where you’re goin’.

Vs. 3: In ’42, Billy got to ride the train, ‘cause you can’t stay when your country calls your name
Left behind his momma and his sweet Daisy Mae.
Lyin’ in the trenches, Billy knew he was dead, but the bible in his pocket took the bullet instead,
Surrounded by angels, this just wasn’t to be his day.

[REFRAIN]

Vs. 4: Billy got tired at 87, in a hospital bed with one foot in heaven
Like a choir of angels, he could hear that whistle blowin’.
With sweet Daisy Mae gone for twenty years, Billy’d known more than his share of tears
In the words of his daddy, he heard, “Son, it’s time to go.”

[REFRAIN]

Coda: It’s the ride of your life, it’s a heavenly train
It’s the passage of death, but don’t be afraid
‘Cause you know where this train’s goin’…


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This Lyric is #307

JK Deto22 Roc Doogie. Come on

one two one two
See what Im sayin is along with my art
Will you be the closest kept pieces to my heart?
This secret is tearin me apart
I tried but.. tellin you Im feelin you is hard
And When I catch you on the walk by
Everytime we caught eyes those around us speak
I guess we are both shy but I keep my hopes high and my feet from off the street
This hovering is key
Miss its because of you I float by
I dream our paths cross intertwine sidewind and lead us into grace
I see your face on the wakeup
Taste the sweetness of you morining essence
Ma your makeup is everything this universe posseses
They say love only comes once if its true, I say its false,
and that gives me something to prove now lets walk and my queen let talk
Because its somethin you got that got me picking flower petals like "she love me or not?"
See your my virtual reality and in your world is where I'd rather be Your a fortified ten
Yes its all carmalized I realized when
Your Karma had me open wideYour divine scent
your clam and your royal Ma I love the time spent
Your palms are so warm I just want to hold your hand....Damn!
And wonder in your wonderland
And if Im not I'll try hard to become the man you ever wanted
Ever dreamed ever hoped for I never thought this
Infatuation would take me so far



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This Lyric is #308

Heroes in Boxes

Lyrics©May,2006, Albert C. Hamilton

VS.1

Took my nephew to the toy store
A stand-by for my brother
He came back from one tour in Iraq
but he was sent to do another
His son got a gift card for his birthday
Went to the action figure aisle
Grabbed a GI Joe & was good to go
and I couldn't help but smile

CH.

We still bring heroes home in boxes
Dreams wrapped in cellophane
A son's perception of his father
Complete with fighter plane

Vs.2

My Bro' and I grew up
When Joe was still the craze
He was really hip with Kung-Fu grip
Man, those were the days
They say he doesn't sell as well
to kids my nephew's age
But I guess to sons of sons of soldiers
That 'Camo' box is still the rage

CH.2

We still bring heroes home in boxes
Complete with bonus plane
A son's perception of his father
Wrapped in cellophane

Bridge:

Took my nephew to the base one day
His dad was coming back
You might've seen him land on C-SPAN
on a plane bound from Iraq

CH.3

We still bring heroes home in boxes
We watched them take him from the plane
His son waiting there to meet him
with flowers wrapped in cellophane

Tag:

We still bring heroes home in boxes
Draped in flags, that bear the names
of the sons of soldiers waiting
with flowers wrapped in cellophane



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This Lyric is #309

Gather The Days © 2006 Brent Heckerman

They tore down the houses on Charlotte Street
And knocked down the walls where our love used to beat
Where we kicked off the covers and took off our clothes
There's a park in the city where the little kids go

Some children are laughing some playing ball
Where we tended a garden from the Spring to the Fall
Here in the kitchen where we used to make tea
Somebody's reading under a willow tree

Gather the roses, gather the days
When the sun shines down, gather the rays
If love is the only book we wrote
Let's write it once more note for note

In these places we linger we laugh and we cry
Our children make music, they'll soon be flying
We have but a moment, then it's gone
You and me, baby, we have this sweet, sad song

Gather the roses, gather the days
When the sun shines down, gather the days
If love is the only book we wrote
Let's write it once more note for note

The moon's coming up, our children are grown
Come with me darling let's walk on down
To the park in the city, to the old home place
Where we used to make love, where we used to say grace

Gather the roses, gather the days
When the moon shines down, gather the rays
If love is the only book we write
Let's write it again each and every night

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This Lyric is 310

He Sees With Better Eyes
©2006 Anita Stokes


V1
I love to make him laugh out loud
I love to see him cry
To trust me so implicitly
Only makes me love him more

He likes to hold my hand in his
The way he holds my heart
And when he looks at me
It's not my face he sees
But who I really am

CH
And when he looks at me
He sees with better eyes
The beauty that's inside my soul
That some could never find

V2
He shares his vision for our lives
As we walk along the shore
The rain falls gently from the sky
Then leaves us wanting more

He shows the wind and waves to me
The sand beneath our feet
He paints the picture perfectly
As though I've never seen before

CH
But when he looks at me
He sees with better eyes
The beauty that's inside my soul
That most would never find

Though he must use his hands
To know my face within his mind
He showed me how to live again
And that love is never blind

V3
If you would take her hand
And love her for all time
Then you must close your eyes to see
The beauty that's within

And as you find the truth of her
That's guarded well and buried deep
You will know a love
That goes so far beyond
What others ever see

CH
For when he looks at me
He sees with better eyes
The beauty that's inside my soul
That most would never find

Though he must use his hands
To know my face within his mind
He showed me how to live again
And that love is never blind


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This Lyric is #311

"Shame" by Tori Sparks © 2005
From the album "Rivers + Roads"

Let the rain fall
From the sky’s open sores
And put out our fires
Just put out our fires

Our skin pulls back
To show our grinning skulls
The sun is a cigarette burn
In yesterday’s sky

They say shame
Shame on you
He says shame
Shame on me

We left them knocking
We left them knocking
We left them knocking
At our door

We crawl at the feet
Of skyscrapers and kings
We tear at each other
As they crash on our heads

No one can touch us
Well that’s what our fathers said
Our bloody knees
Match our purses and heels

They say shame
Shame on you
He says shame
Shame on me

We left them knocking
We left them knocking
We left them knocking
At our door

They say shame
Shame on you
He says shame
Shame on me

We left them knocking
We left them knocking
We left them knocking
At our door

We sent a thousand ghosts home today
So what’s one more
We left them knocking
At our door



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This Lyric is #312

ON THE HILLS OF WHITESVILLE
Words and Music by Donna Dutchess
Copyright 2006

On the Hills of Whitesville
Dusty roads and pick up trucks
Singing by the fire till the sun comes up
Telling tales of hunting that will never grow old
Les is frying bacon on the old wood stove
Nothing ever changes
On the Hills of Whitesville


Bridge:
And when I’m gone my heart is lonely
For the good times and the memories
Where my friends and my family
Enjoy each other’s company
And when I’m gone my heart is lonely
For the peaceful things that I need
That I only find on those hills
Where my heart will always be. (2nd Verse)
(last time) Please send all my love to Whitesville
Where my heart will always be.


On the Hills of Whitesville
Beer cans and coffeepots
The laughing never ceases and the jokes never stop
Babies growing up to the smell of beer
Papa may be gone but his spirits always near
Nothing ever changes
On the Hills of Whitesville.


Tag:
Time stands still there,
The Mullen’s farm is still there
Dirt roads running through the one horse town.
The red house is still there
It stood against the test of time. (Bridge)



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This Lyric is #313


THE VOICE MY HEART KNOWS c 1/95
Wds & Music by: "Harmony"
ynez fernandez-reyes
1.
You are my deepest fantasy,
Are we still dreaming?
I felt in my heart for you...
And found you waiting,
Always here, for me...
When I need you.

2.
You lift me up,
Though I would fall.
You give the love,
I always hoped for.
Your eyes so deep,
And full of mystery...
Know all my secrets.

Release I:
Your eyes, so warm and true,
Reveal, what I must do...
To know the Truth,
Of how we came to be...
Of who we are...
And what our lives really mean.
Your friendship is the Temple
I return to...To...
Feel whole again.

3.
When I feel, I can't go on,
And I now, not how to try...
I look for inspiration,
But can't find it.
When I sleep the days away,
'Cuz there's no more games to play
Only brokenhearted leathary
To fill my days...

Release II:
That's when again I listen...
To the Voice my heart knows...
I hear you calling...
Through all illusion and
Believing, dreams
Really do come true...
I follow barefoot,
Though a tempest storm,
To find a friend
As true as you, my dear.

Release III: (optional)
I must escape, at last,
The cruel fools, that have,
No heart for me,
Just jealousy...they try
So hard to take me down.
But I have a friend so real in you...
My heart was mended and unbound.



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This Lyric is #314

TWO SIDES TO EVERY COIN

Snow fell like Southern cotton
Big flakes fillin’ the sky
I wondered if what she’d said
Was really a goodbye
And a man stood on the street
Playing an old gold sax
I listened close
And, man, did it take me back
To the days when I learned

There are
Two sides to every coin
What’s carved in stone on the outside
Might be a lie on the inside
Two sides to every coin
What you see baby might not be what you get

Years ago, I met this young girl (guy)
And tears of joy would flow
Each time our eyes met
We loved, we honored, we cherished
We pledged our hearts
Now I hear she’s (he’s) living near LA
She got fed up one day and just went away
That’s when I learned

There are
Two sides to every coin
What’s carved in stone on the outside
Might be a knife in disguise
Two sides to every coin
What looks like blue skies might be a storm

So if you’ve found a paradise
Hold on tight, try not to fight it
Don’t expect too much from folks
You might not give it back in return

So you learn there are
Two sides to every coin
What’s carved in stone on the outside
Might be a lie in disguise
Yes….Two sides to every coin
What looks like blue skies, baby
Might be a storm, might just be a storm
Two sides to every coin
Two sides to every coin

Doug Norris @ 1997


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This Lyric is #315

IF I CAUGHT HER BY SURPRISE 5/05
Bobby Sahlen-Gatorlegs Music, ASCAP
Jim Berault-Still Alive Publishing, BMI


THRU SMOKY HAZE I STOPPED AND STARED AT GOLDEN HAIR AND BRIGHT BLUE EYES THEN I REMEMBERED HOW I WALKED AWAY
THAT REALLY CAUGHT HER BY SURPRISE

IT ONLY SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY
YET IT'S BEEN YEARS SINCE THAT FATEFUL DAY
NOW I WONDER JUST WHAT SHE MIGHT SAY IF I CAUGHT HER BY SURPRISE

(CHORUS)
IF I CAUGHT HER BY SURPRISE COULD I TELL HER I STILL MISS HER COULD I ONLY FIND A WAY TO SAY I THINK OF HER EACH DAY IF I CAUGHT HER BY SURPRISE
IF I CAUGHT HER BY SURPRISE, COULD I TELL HER I STILL LOVE HER
OR WOULD I JUST WALK AWAY LIKE I DID YESTERDAY IF I CAUGHT HER BY SURPRISE


SHE TURNED AROUND AND SAW MY STARE
AND CAME TO GREET ME WITH A SMILE
SHE ASKED WHAT I WAS DOIN' THERE
AND SAID, "IT'S REALLY BEEN AWHILE"
I STAMMERED SOMETHIN' AND JUST WALKED AWAY
FROM GOLDEN HAIR AND BRIGHT BLUE EYES THAT DAY
I COULDN'T FIND THE PROPER WORDS TO SAY
WHEN I CAUGHT HER BY SURPRISE (CHORUS)

TAG: YES I JUST WALKED AWAY

LIKE I DID YESTERDAY
WHEN I CAUGHT HER BY SURPRISE



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This Lyric is #316

Jesse and Kate
Copyright (c) 2006
By Douglas Murphy

(A)
Jesse was a carpenter, a Finisher by trade.
Many things that Katie loved were things that Jesse made.
Little nick-knacks carved from wood, the box she kept them in.
Reminders of a life that’s lost, that will never be again.

(A)
Jesse spends his days now on computer solitaire.
His beard and hair need tending, he doesn’t care.
He’s closed the book that was his life, not caring how it ends.
With Katie gone he’s lost it all lover, wife and friend.

(A)
You see Jesse loved the bottle like his father before him.
Jesse’s dad is dead now, drinking did him in.
There were times Kate warned him, of what he had at stake.
But he denied and was right that he share his father’s fate.

(A)
It was raining and was snowing the night that changed their lives.
Jesse had been drinking, but not his wife.
And he was the perfect drunk didn’t argue and let her drive.
If he hadn’t tried to seize the wheel she’d still be alive.

(B)
He was sitting quietly, leaving her alone.
She didn’t need distractions if they were to get home.
But given his conditions, the many on coming lights.
The truck he swears was on their side made his decision right.

(A)
Jesse spends his days now on computer solitaire.
Spends each day and nights alone, stuck in his wheel chair.
He’s no longer drinking, he misses her his Kate.
He’s no longer drinking, to bad it came too late.

Copyright (C) 2006 by Douglas Murphy



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This Lyric is #317

Mad Sarah of San Jose
Copyright 2002, 2005, 2006 by James B. Mitchell

V1:
Haunted by ghosts of the victims of slaughter
Crazed by the guns that your company made
Grieving the death of your husband and daughter
Rich as a queen, but a slave to your pain.
Looking for some way to flee desperation
Consulting a psychic to find a way out;
You took to your heart her dark message of danger
Headed out West where you started your house.

V2:
Thinking the hammers were linked to your heartbeat
Fearing their silence would signal your end
You poured all your riches into a vast mansion
The work on the Winchester House had begun
38 years rang the blows of the hammer
24 hours a day without rest
Building your house with a reckless abandon
Jumbled-up rooms, an unholy mess

Chorus:
Mad Sarah of San Jose
Your body is gone but your spirit's still here
Running alone through the rooms of your mansion
Relentlessy, endlessly chased by your fear.

V3:
Sleeping each night in a different bedroom
Firing each servant who glanced at your face
Fearing a photo would capture your spirit
What was the image you tried to erase?
Beautiful grounds in expanses of garden
Glorious light in the gallery rooms
But deep in the night you would slip through the hallways
Spying on staff from your corners of gloom.

V4:
Unlucky 13 you chose as your number
And, as you slumbered, it watched over you;
13 small steps in the stairways to reach you,
13 small windows with 13 small jewels.
13 on 13 in ev’ry last detail
The sum at times even, the look always odd
What did you hope was the power in the number?
To hide you from demons? To hide you from God?

Chorus:
Mad Sarah of San Jose
Your body is gone but your spirit's still here
Running alone through the rooms of your mansion
Relentlessy, endlessly chased by your fear.

V5:
You clung to the hope in the words of the psychic,
As long as they're building, your life will not end.
So, on with the mansion, and damn the expenses,
This endless obsession your only true friend.
The day finally came that will come to all mortals
The staff became worried, the searching begun
The 40th bedroom had held your cold body
The news spreading quickly that Sarah was gone.

V6:
Consulting the will, they did as instructed
In all 13 sections, each signed 13 times
Auctioned belongings and pensioned your staff off
Donated money to save children’s lives.
The house safe was opened with anticipation
Wondering what treasures an heiress would hide
But the treasure they found wasn’t golden or silver…. (pause)

…………Just a lock of black hair from your daughter that died.

Chorus:
Mad Sarah of San Jose
Your body is gone but your spirit's still here
Running alone through the rooms of your mansion
Relentlessy, endlessly chased by your fear.


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This Lyric is #318

Midnight Witch
copyright Sonya Green 2006

Boil and bubble toil and trouble
She was a witch who flew thru the night
Drew back the sheets
And made me feel right

She has a way of releasing my fears
Waits til the morning when everything clears
Nothing like thunder, a slight wisp of light
Keeping me calm and holding me tight

She’s not what you think - she doesn’t wear black
She doesn’t spell evil or own a black cat
She rides from my history far back from here
She promised me once she would always stay near.

A woman of wisdom and lady of heart
Healing the fragile who feel pulled apart
Spirit and substance, healing of hands
Without an agenda without any plans

When bones get that lonely the night is so long
She brings me her music and sings her sweet song.
She doesn’t possess me but watches my soul
She loves me and lights me and makes me feel whole

Boil and bubble toil and trouble
She comes to me in the darkness of night
Picking me up by calming me down
Whenever Im lonely she comes around.

Boil and bubble toil and trouble
She is the witch who flies through the night
Boil and bubble toil and trouble
She is the witch who makes it all light.



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This Lyric is #319

Drifting Along With the Wind

I like to live by the ocean. Down by the tropical sea.
Breeze sets the palm trees in motion. Easy to mystify me.
Feeling the sun on my shoulders. Wiping the spray from my face.
How can I mind growing older, long as I'm winning the race.

Fly like a bird in the morning. Dream like a child afternoon.
Evening slips up with no warning, leading the stars and the moon.
I've got no reason to ramble. I'm content with sand in my shoes.
I'm always willing to gamble. Long as I've nothing to lose.

Cho: I take a day at a time. Ignore what I don't comprehend.
I guess you could say I'm drifting along with the wind.

Why in the world do we hurry? Restless we're rushing about.
Never a reason to worry. Never a reason to doubt.
Flying as high as a bubble, floating out over the bay.
I'll never get in to trouble, long as I do what I say.

Cho: I take a day at a time. Ignore what I don't comprehend.
I guess you could say I'm drifting along with the wind.
(fades) Drifting along with the wind... drifting along with the wind.
Words & music Darrell House copyright 1990


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This Lyric is #320

Don’t Give A Grizzly A Back Rub
© 2006 James M. Quillen

Vs 1
That Montana sun
was shinin’ mighty hot,
My jeans was soaked,
I was sweatin’ a lot.
My bare back and arms
they kept itchin’
From that hay in the truck
I was pitchin’
When a bar room gal
I danced with last night
Drove up in a car,
her low cut dress skin tight.
Said, "Come here, farm boy,
on the double."
Then I heard dad
warnin’ me of trouble:

Ch
"Son, you don’t give
a grizzly a back rub.
She’ll rip your heart out,
stomp it in the mud.
You’re too young to know
what love’s all about,
You’re flirtin’ with danger,
better watch out.
Son, you don’t make
a hornet’s nest a pillow,
Don’t chase a mountain lion
up a willow,
Don’t take a bath
with rattlers in the tub
And you NEV...ER give
a grizzly a back rub."

Vs 2
I’m glad I heeded
dear ol’ dad’s advice,
The girl I married
she turned out real nice,
But today our eldest
we almost disowned
When he brought that wild,
topless dancer home.
She wore tattoos
ev’rywhere they could go,
Short shorts and string top,
not much didn’t show.
I winced at his mom,
she winced back at me,
I took our lad aside,
spoke real fatherly:

Ch

Vs 3
Our wayward lad wised up
I’m proud to say,
Dream girl caught his eye,
stole his heart away.
A rancher’s daughter,
blonde, blue-eyed, and lean,
She’s talkin’ marriage,
he’s buyin’ a ring.
And I can’t wait till
grandsons come along
To see what kinda gal
those boys bring home.
Out here pine cones
don’t fall far from the tree.
Bet their dad tells them
what my dad told me:

Ch

(Tag)
"Son, you don’t make
a hornet’s nest a pillow,
Don’t chase a mountain lion
up a willow,
Don’t take a bath
with rattlers in the tub
And you NEV...ER
give a grizzly a back rub."





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This Lyric is #321

"Time Stops for No One" by Smokey Lonesome


Things that drive me insane
worries that cause me more pain.
Problems that can't be explained
and of course, my past sins.
Trying to catch up with me
why won't they just let me be.
This is why - time stops for no one.

Just trying to pay all the bills
in a budget without any frills.
Maybe life is testing my skills
and of course, its all wrong.
No one to blame can’t you see
a lot of it falls onto me,
an this is why - time stops for no one.

Time stops for no one
time stops for nothing
can’t hold on to time
when it’s already gone.
Time stops for no one
time stops for nothing
can’t hold on to time
when it’s already gone.

Sitting back I consider my years
like time I’ve lost too many tears.
How can it go on from here,
and how will it use me?
Wanting more time than allowed
still things to do I have vowed,
Won’t beg, I'm way too proud
time stops for no one.

Time stops for no one
time stops for nothing
can’t hold on to time
when it’s already gone.

Time stops for no one
time stops for nothing
can’t hold on to time
when it’s already gone.

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This Lyric is #322

THE PLEDGE
BY: DCTERRY
CC: BMI 2002

I GREW UP IN THE HEARTLAND, BORN DURING THE BOOM
A SON OF AN IMMIGRANT FARMER, WHO ESCAPED WORLD WAR TWO
DAD SPOKE IN BROKEN ENGLISH, HEAVY WITH ACCENT
BUT EVERYTIME HE'D RECITE THE PLEDGE, I UNDERSTOOD WHAT HE SAID
EVERYTIME HE SAID THE PLEDGE , I UNDERSTOOD WHAT HE MEANT


DAD WORKED AS A LABORER, ROSE BEFORE THE DAWN
CAME HOME LATE AT NIGHT, TO HIM WE ALL WOULD RUN
NO MATTER HOW TIRED OR HUNGRY, MY DAD HAD BECOME
WE'D BOW OUR HEADS IN THANKS, TO THE GOOD LORD ABOVE
NO MATTER HOW HARD THE DAY, HE THANKED THE LORD ABOVE

GOD BLESS THE USA, MY PAPA WOULD SAY
HOME OF THE FREE, LAND OF THE BRAVE

DADDY DIDNT SAY MUCH ABOUT THE WAR, EXCEPT IT WAS A SAD SAD THING
SO MANY PEOPLE HAD TO DIE OF A, MAD MANS SCHEME
HE DID SHARE HIS PHILOSOPHY, OR SHOULD I SAY HIS DREAM
OF COMING TO AMERICA, TO ESCAPE FROM TYRANNY
AND TO GIVE THANKS TO THE LAND, WHOS SONS HAD DIED FIGHTING

GOD BLESS THE USA

AS HE WALKED ON ELLIS ISLAND, HE TOOK HIS HAT OFF TO MISS LIBERTY
STUDIED THE LAWS OF HER AND, AND HER GEOGRAPHY
STRUGGLED TO LEARN THE LANGUAGE, AND HER HISTORY
THE DAY WAS FAST APPROACHING, HE'D HAVE TO KNOW THESE THINGS
WITH TEARS IN HIS EYES ON THE FOURTH OF JULY, THESE WORDS HE DID SPEAK

I PLEDGE ALLEGENCE TO THE FLAG, I CAN HEAR MY PAPA SAY
OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, HIS PRIDE WOULD BE SHOWING
AND TO THE REPUBLIC FOR WHICH IT STANDS, ONE NATION UNDER GOD
INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL

EVERY MORNING MY DAD WOKE, HE WOULD HONOR THE FLAG
NO PROUDER AMERICAN, EVER WALKED THIS LAND
MY FATHER WAS A PATRIOT, UNTIL THE DAY HE DIED
AND THE WORDS THAT HE SPOKE ON THE 4TH OF JULY, I HAVE MEMORIZED
WORDS GOOD ENOUGH FOR MY IMMIGRANT DAD ARE GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME


SAY THEM WITH ME


I PLEDGE ALLEGENCE TO THE FLAG, I CAN HEAR MY PAPA SAY
OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, HIS PRIDE WOULD BE SHOWING
AND TO THE REPUBLIC FOR WHICH IT STANDS, ONE NATION UNDER GOD
INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL






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This Lyric is #323

Small Flame Burning
words and music by Gary Lynn Burt
copyright 2003 gburt publishing

1. There is a small flame burning inside our hearts,
lighting our way through the night,
as long as your candle stays lit, I will find you,
in the darkness it will seem so bright,
if we open up our hearts, and tell a friend how we’re feeling,
we will learn how irreplaceable we are,
we must keep that small flame burning in our hearts...


2. There is a small flame burning, behind our eyes,
that we may try to keep to ourselves,
but when we let it out, as free as the sunshine,
it can warm both you and someone else,
if we try to control everything that we are given,
everything we get will seem like a lie,
we must keep that small flame burning behind our eyes...


3. There is a small child buried in too many souls,
a child that wants to sing and dance and play,
if we do not trust ourselves, then fear will be our master,
fear won’t let love see the light of day,
we all came here to dance, we all need to remember,
how it felt to be a child so long ago,
if we want to play and love again,
we must free that small child buried in our souls,
yes if we want to play and love again,
we must free that small child buried in our souls...

there is a small flame burning, a small flame burning, a small flame burning in our hearts...




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This Lyric is #324

Timeless
© Deb Ramos 2006 – All Rights Reserved

Night turning into dawn then into day,
With you in a dream…or was I awake?
I’m breathing you in, your essence now mine,
I drink from your lips a taste sweeter than wine.

The light of the moon adorning your frame,
My heart stops when you sigh my name
My fingertip traces the softness of your lips,
Wanting to wake you with a touch and a kiss.

Bridge 1:
Forget the hour and the rise of the sun,
Turn the flame into fire and let passion run
Its course predestined, charted by fate
Love is our rhythm, the music we make.

Chorus:
We crossed over to the other side
Where stars cross and lovers hide,
Taking a chance
More than romance,
Trying to still the moving hands of the clock.
Transforming our worlds from two into one,
Never ending journey that’s just only begun,
Days into hours, seconds into minutes
Eternal our forever
All that matters now timeless.

Can’t help but touch…I don’t want to rush.
My heart’s beating wild…mean to take it slow,
But once it’s begun we get lost in the flow,
Not holding back, going where only we can go.

Don’t care for discretion, give every attention,
Memorizing each detail at our own discretion,
Our control can’t withstand the thunder that rolls,
Made for this moment were our bodies, our souls.

Bridge 2:
Taken aback from what I see in your eyes,
You are my mirror wearing no disguise.
The heat of your skin igniting me from within,
You’re committing a sin, the sin of perfection.

Chorus:
We crossed over to the other side
Where stars cross and lovers hide,
Taking a chance
More than romance,
Trying to still the moving hands of the clock.
Transforming our worlds from two into one,
Never ending journey that’s just only begun,
Days into hours, seconds into minutes
Eternal our forever
All that matters now timeless

Connector:
Doesn’t matter if tomorrow ever comes,
Yesterday’s gone with the setting of the sun.
Turning away from what measures each day,
Nothing exists outside the breathless words we say.
Intimate moments, never to fade
We hold on to now, time forever betrayed.

Modulate to chorus:
We crossed over to the other side
Where stars cross and lovers hide,
Taking a chance
More than romance,
Trying to still the moving hands of the clock.
Transforming our worlds from two into one,
Never ending journey that’s just only begun,
Days into hours, seconds into minutes
Eternal our forever
All that matters now timeless


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This Lyric is #325

WHEN
(c) 2005 VL Flawith (Socan, Ascap)


you
warm in the morning
after a nighttime of rain

you
bloomed in my living
washing away all my pain

(ch) when
did the new become old
shuffling through the days-
while I rage at the sameness
losing you in small ways?

love
droops on the mantel
dusty and drab in the sun

love
touch without passion
now that the ending's begun

(ch) when
did the new become old
shuffling through the days-
while I rage at the sameness
losing you in small ways?

(br) shall I pick up your socks from the floor
and cradle you in my arms-
tears seeping-
once more?

(ch) when
did the new become old
shuffling through the days-
while I rage at the sameness
losing you in small ways?

when?

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This Lyric is #326

THE CHOICES WE MAKE © 2000 by Herbie Gaines All rights reserved

I don’t know what to do should I go or should I stay?
Standing at the crossroads, move on or remain?
Pulled in all directions, from the wise to the fool
So much to decipher, am I weak or will I rule?

Do you follow your heart or do you follow your mind?
A bad decision here could really be unkind!
Be true to yourself, don’t make a mistake
Destiny comes from the choices we make

My boss is saying one thing but it doesn’t feel right
Am I quiet, or open, will I start a big fight?
Do it myself, or ask for a hand?
Or is it time to draw the line in the sand?

Should I go all out or hold back?
Stay in neutral, or attack?
Against the current or go with the flow?
What to do? I gotta know!

Do you follow your heart or do you follow your mind?
A bad decision here could really be unkind!
Be true to yourself, don’t make a mistake
Destiny comes from the choices we make

The choices we make, can be rewarding
The choices we make, can take us soaring
The choices we make, can also be haunting
The choices we make, seal our fate!
The choices we make

My parents pulling one way, women take a turn
The whole world’s spinning, when will I learn?
I’ve got to think hard, it’s something I can’t fake
My life will be decided by the choices that I make

Do you follow your heart or do you follow your mind?
A bad decision here could really be unkind!
Be true to yourself, don’t make a mistake
Destiny comes from the choices we make…

I can think of a few choices I've made that haunt me still today...
How 'bout you?....

The choices we make...
Every hour, every day
They’re right there in our face
Some are weak and some are strong
Are we right or are we wrong?
Some are bad and some are great
But choices seal our fate….. The choices we make…
OOOOhhhh so tough…….……..The choices we make



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This Lyric is #327

Maybe Weeks by Kathie Touin copyright 2005

I can be as patient as I need to be
Waiting while my life’s running away with me
Looking for the answer to that morning question
The one that yanks me wide awake without affection

A slap in the face to get me moving forward
Tripping over expectations fully lowered
All I want is someplace nice to lay my head
But the road still lands me back in this old bitter place instead

Too much taste can be a surfeit
Too much breathing leaves me airless
Too much hope can really break you
Too much hate is what it makes you

Someone taking me dancing
Show me everything I’ve missed
All the states of exaltation
All the continents of bliss
I know it’s out there somewhere just beyond my reach
All I need’s a few more feet
Or hours or hands
Or maybe weeks

(chorus)

I can be as patient as I need to be
Until the world will come and lay down curled around my feet
So make of all this what you will I know what I’ll have found
If you come back here tomorrow I might not still be around

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This Lyric is #328

Blood on the Sword
(w&m)c:2006 vpellerano
v-1
I am the spirit, broken hearts and bones
searching for the place, I once called home
but,all my landmarks, they are now gone
and placed where they don't belong
v-2
I am a river, wide and strong
over beds of ancient stones
stones that covered my Father's land
now scarred by the deeds of man

(chorus)
I am the Blood on the Soldier's sword
fighting causes since I been born
I wear the feathers that Eagle's wore
I am the Blood on the Soldier's sword

v-3
I am the Flag, on the Battlefield
tore and tattered with my Country's ideals
ideals of Faith, in a Soldier's pain
ideals of Freedom, running in my veins
v-4
I am the sound of the Bugle cry
searching for the place, they said I died
but, I'm alive, I did survive
now, I ride with my brothers in the sky

(chorus)
I am the Blood on the Soldier's sword
fighting causes since I've been born
I wear the feathers, that Eagle's wore
I am the Blood on the Soldier's sword.



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This Lyric is #329

The Barkeep
Timothy A. Perry © July 10, 2003


Verse 1:
A couple hours at the bar, I come searching for my soul.
Shots and beers to see me clear, now how’s that for a goal?
He sets ‘em up, I knock ‘em down. My eyelids start to sag.
I just want that barkeep, to sit with me in the bag.
He said, “Don’t ya get me started, oh you won’t get very far,
I don’t drink in your bed, so don’t sleep in my bar.”

Verse 2:
So where’s the wise old barkeep, that we all heard about?
The one who’d lift my confidence from a deep ol’ well of doubt?
Where’s the ear that’s listening? The words so wise and sage?
I never thought that barkeep would hit me with his rage.
He said, “Don’t ya get me started boy, cuz I just don’t have the time
I don’t serve no fancy cheese, so don’t serve me your whine.”

Verse 3:
I said, “Mishen lister, I can tell when I’ve (hic!) over-weighed my stelcome.
You act like someone cheed into your Peerios, so how come?”
He said…”I’m not my brother’s keeper, despite what you might think
And I won’t mix my philosophy with cocktails in the sink.
So don’t you even think it son, go on and pass out beneath the stars.
Lord knows you’re a train wreck, but you can’t crash in my bar.”



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This Lyric is #330

Now I Know
copyright 2006 Darcy Nair

I wondered what his hands would be like
now I know
I know that they are gentle and they're strong
I wondered how his arms would feel around me
now I know
that in his arms is where I belong

I wondered how his mouth would kiss me
now I know
I wondered how his voice would say my name
I wondered what his skin would taste like
now I know
Now that I know I'll never be the same

'Cause now that I know, I know what I am missing and I see
that the wonder is gone
Now that I know, I know what we could be and I just wish
that I knew what went wrong

I wondered what his touch would feel like
now I know
I can’t resist and I never could
I wondered what his heart would be like
now I know
He moves me like nobody ever should

I wondered how our love would change me
now I know
that I would give my body and my soul
I wondered if it all could end
now I know
And I wonder if I ever can be whole

Now that I know, I know what he is giving someone else
now that we are apart
Now that I know, I know how much he loved me, I just wish
that I knew my own heart

I wonder if it burned too hot to last
I don't know
Was it more than what I bargained for?
Maybe what I felt just wasn't real
That can't be so
I'll never believe that in my heart

Maybe I want what I cannot have
I don't know
I could search for answers all night long
But somehow I had to run from this
That's all I know
I can't stay with something that feels wrong

Now that I know, I know what I am missing and I see
that the wonder is gone
Now that I know, I know what we could be and I just wish
that I knew what went wrong

Now that I know, I know exactly what I've given up
now that we are apart
Now that I know, I know that I still love him, I just wish
that I knew my own heart

I just wish that I knew my own heart
I just wish that I knew

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This Lyric is #331

(c)2006 by melissa webb

Portrait of A Circus

Everyone's happy now it's circus time
Waiting for popcorn and standing in line
Not a frown on a face no one's out of place
except for one who hides behind his smile

Laughing and shouting and pushing around
Movement and dancing it's a merry go round
It lights up the night but it lights it too bright
and then for a time it leaves you fully blind

Magic mirrors for a dime
buying laughter for a time
but they can never show what's inside

Travelling troupes it's a menagerie
Of fortunes and vendors and tents and marquees
Through the boisterous crowd I saw a sad face
and then through the night he began to fade away

everyone's happy except for the one who hides behind his smile

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This Lyric is #332

Ten Pound Grin
(c) Pete Ekstam 2006

Note: A letter to my significant other during a fishing trip.

Honey, the trip in wasn't that bad
Coming in the view was majestic
The old Beaver held us up just fine
Looked around with no roads in sight

I've got a feeling I'm gonna like it here
No cell phones or t.v. shows
Just all day and a 2-man fishing boat
If you could only see me now, I've got a 10 pound grin

Been here all day killing time
Feet on the edge and pole to the sky
Watched two ravens fend off an eagle
They done good, he kept on going by

The wild is talking and I'm talking back
No flashy cars or fancy coats
Just all day and a 2-man fishing boat
If you could only see me now, I've got a 10 pound grin

Oh my god, what have I found
It's a slice of something and I don't want to leave
Well I'm sorry, I mean it, but baby I'm not coming home

On the last day back to shore
Stopped the boat to admire
The piercing rays of light
Billowing through a cloud-filled sky

I've got a feeling I'm gonna miss this place
No more 8-day pants or racoon tans
Just back to the trenches and working for the man
If you could only see me now, I've still got that 10 pound grin

Oh my god, what have I found
It's a slice of something and I don't want to leave
But if I must, well, I guess I'll be coming home



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This Lyric is #333

Media Deprivation - © 2004 Jeff Root
------------------------------------
Give me an C for couch potato.
Give me an R for rump control.
Give me an A for addictive game shows
to stunt the brain and constipate the soul.
Give me a P for pornographic
to titillate the heart with sex and sin.
and what does it spell?
It spells it's time for media deprivation.

'cause we don't need NO MTV
or shows about REALITY
We don't need NO INTERNET to stay connected
We don't need NO SATELLITE
blinking down ACROSS THE NIGHT
to entertain us when we go to bed.

Give me a P for for propaganda
Give me a U for Uncle Spam.
Give me a K for kiddie chat rooms
with twelve years olds who fought in Viet Nam.
Give me an E for "You've got email",
with filthy ads to read in pained chagrin
and what does it spell?
It spells it's time for media deprivation.

'cause we don't need ...

Join the fight!
Climb Aboard!
Pull the plug!
Yank the cord!

Give me an S for screeching monsters
Give me a C for corporate schlock
Give me a U for urban mobsters
griping along to sampled classic rock.
Give me an M for morning D.J.s
with brownie points on every nose and chin
and what does it spell?
It spells it's time for media deprivation.

'cause we don't need ...

Make a stand!
Raise your cup!
Smash the tube!
Shut me up!

------------------
Jeff Root

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This Lyric is #334

(c)2006 Jim Pearson, All rights reserved

Treat Your Children Fine

They come into this world
Bright eyes shining
No sight of what has been
No thoughts for the past

Love them before first cry
Wet eyes crying
Hopeful for what has been
Works against the past


Treat your children fine
Treat your children well
They are the tomorrow
They are life's wine
They are the tomorrow
They are life's wine

Treat your children fine
Treat your children well
They are the tomorrow
They are life's wine
They are the tomorrow
They are life's wine

They walk unto our world
Clear eyes shining
Thoughts of now, today
No thoughts for the past

Love them at first try
Wide eyes knowing
Watchful for what's to come
Guard against the past

Now they walk away
Bright eyes excited
Thoughts now of tomorrow
No thoughts for today

Now they walk away
Bright eyes excited
Thoughts now of tomorrow
No thoughts for today

Treat your children fine
Treat your children well
They are the tomorrow
They are life's wine
Treat your children fine
Treat your children well
They are the tomorrow
They are life's wine


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This Lyric is #335

Big Cities, Little Towns
Copyright 2006 Joshua Jones

We travel these roads
To and from our homes
The same way we've done for years
Though the route stays the same
They've added on two more lanes
and you should see all our choices for gasoline

Chorus:
Big cities are coming in to take over our little towns.
They tear down the trees, to put the billboards all around.
They tell us that Walmart is gonna bring the prices down.
The big cities are coming in..

Old man Johnson's farm
won't be around the corner from us for very long
I heard the money he made will keep his family fed well beyond his years.
So there's a subdivision coming it, and I can't say I blame him.
You gotta make something off your blood, your sweat, and your tears.

Chorus:
Big cities are coming in to take over our little towns
They're buying up the land, to put thier houses all around.
Mom and Pop have to work at the Walmart since thier stores closed down
The big cities are coming in...

I've swam these lakes and pond for so long now.
Somedays it seemed the only place for a kid to get away
Now there are so many boats, my canoe will not float,
and I'll never get the summer we were 17 back again.

Chorus:
The big cities are coming in to take over our little towns
They were saving us from ourselves when they tore our rope swing down
I'm never going to work at the Walmart, and I hope that it closes down.
The big cities are coming in.



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This Lyric is #336

Risk It All

Lyrics & Music: © 2006 By Tommy R. Clawson

Such a fine line between friends and lovers
Sometimes the difference is hard to tell
With one kiss they would discover
Love can be heaven love can be hell
From an innocent kiss a spark ignited
An internal flame that won't let them go
Now each breath fuels the fire
A burning affair thats out of control

Chorus:

Just one more kiss one more night
Can't stop this feeling inside
Just one more kiss one more night
Can't stop this burning desire
Hearts on fire gonna risk it all

Bound by passion and desire
Throwing caution to the wind
Crossing the line from friends to lovers
Time and time and time again
They sneak away into the night
Sharing a secret only two can know
Stuck in the middle of wrong and right
A burning affair thats out of control

Chorus:

Just one more kiss one more night
Can't stop this feeling inside
Just one more kiss one more night
Can't stop this burning desire
Hearts on fire gonna risk it all



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This Lyric is #337

The Sideman
S. Russell
c. 2006

You rode in high like Red on Mescalito
Wrangled all the good times you could find
Seems so soon for me to fare thee well old friend
Come back again
We'll dust those rusty songs off one more time

The girls were dancing on the picnic tables
You thundered out La Bamba en Espanol
Stole their broken hearts when you smiled good bye
Ridin' by your side
Those sunny days left a shadow on my soul

The sideman never has to be the hero
Yet there he sips the good wine just the same
Why must bullets always dull the brightest eyes
While the sideman's ghostly song alone remains?

Did you make your peace with the devil?
Did your better angels drift away?
Did you make your sails for the Southern Cross?
Did you get lost?
Sure hope you found yourself along the way

But the sideman never has to be the hero
Yet there he sips the good wine just the same
Why must bullets always dull the brightest eyes
While the sideman's ghostly song alone remains?

You rode in high like Red on Mescalito



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This Lyric is #338

That Which I Should Have Done I Did Not Do
Written by Nicholas Markos
Published by Nicholas Markos Music
copyright 1998

I was another man when you were mine
I recall it like a dream now
Like another life

And it’s the time of my life
I’m growing older
And as the seasons pass me by
I’m growing colder

I’ve been going through some changes
It’s been a long, long time
And now missing you is all that I can do
All my life

I’ve got all your pictures
In a box beneath my bed
And I take them out from time to time
And I tell them all the things I should have said

Now that I know that you’re the only
I’ll try to deny that I’m still lonely

I’ve been going through some changes
It’s been a long, long time
And now missing you is all that I can do
All my life

I’m going out tonight, and I’m going to find you
And when I do, I will remind you

That it’s the time of our lives
We’re growing older
And as the seasons pass us by
We’re growing colder

I’ve been going through some changes
It’s been a long, long time
And now missing you is all that I can do
All my life


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This Lyric is #339

RED RIVER VALLEY
Cassandra von Braun
(c) 2002, 2004

In the flood you were borne through the water
Like a foundling, I carried you here
We could pass forty years like a moment
Far too soon I must leave you, my dear

Come and sit by my side if you love me
For the last time
There are different ways ahead we must go
Our prayers for eachother make it right
Where ever we are bound, let it be for the light

In darkness I came to this place, the mystery of love
The rhythm of the blood bids our return
There was never any happiness like lying in your arms
Sweeter than the pear the secret we share
So like the leaves, all my beliefs travel far upon the storm
The roots of my existence are planted deep along these shores

So remember the Red River Valley
Remember the breeze in your hair
How we sat on the banks in the moonlight
How it seemed we would always be here

And if they want the answer
Why angels should be born,
Say just because you wanted it
Juice, and fruit, and thorn


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This Lyric is #340

The Blues Highway
written by: Dennis Clifton/Steve Baccus, © Desert Rose Music BMI

Headlights shinin on the blacktop, Out on the blues highway Rollin' south out of Memphis, In a ragtop chevrolet
Summer nights in the Delta , juke joints callin his name
Layin down the blues on his old six string

Twenty bucks and a sixpack , for five long hours he’d play
The passion for the night life, never seem to fade away
Midnite flyer on the bayou, totin’ a heavy load
Bendin’ them strings looking for the high road
(chorus)
At the crossroads in the Delta ,where the croppers gave their soul
There’s castles full of bad luck, growing from the cotton bolls
There ain’t no easy money, you can give the farm away Payin your dues on the Blues Highway


Bright lights shining on the dreamers, down on the Blues highway
Highrollers and housewives throwing their money away Three sevens and a jackpot sometimes steal the show He just smiles and sings "Let the good times roll"

(Bridge)
You don’t have to ask him, why he sings the blues
Iit’s not about what you win, it’s what you lose




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Bad for Me
by Lisa Nicoll
Copyright 2006

If I knew I was dying on Monday
I’d throw all my caution in somebody’s trash,
And I’d figure a way to love nobody but you
And grab all you give up
And swallow your whole body whole,
And swallow your heart and your soul.

If I knew that the lies that come later
Would come so much later they’d come not at all,
I would lay down my gauntlet and fly over to you,
And grab all you give up
And swallow your whole body whole,
And swallow your heart and your soul.

But I’m cast as a girl with a rent to pay
And a heart that breaks on command.
And what you say one day, you turn around, it’s not the same,
and what I’m saying here, baby, is you’re bad for me.

See, I knew a boy killed by his daddy.
His daddy’d been pissin’ on somebody’s lawn
While the mommy lay crying home, holding her baby.
She grabbed all he give up
And swallowed his whole body whole,
And swallowed his heart and his soul.

She was cast as a girl with a rent to pay
And a heart that breaks on command.
And what he’d say one day, he’d turn around, it’s not the same,
And what I’m saying here, baby, is you’re bad for me.

See, I knew some boys killed by their daddies.
Their daddies were bluesmen with nothing to lose
But their little boys growing up knowing they’re nothing,
They’re nothing, they’re nothing their daddies could lose,
They’re nothing, they’re nothing their daddies could lose.



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This Lyric is #342

Too Much Gravity
by Jerry Juden
copyright 2004 Shamusongs Inc.

Saw you on the street the other day
Had to turn and face the other way
Surprised myself, thought I was over it all.

Yeah we said we'd still be friends
After the romance ends
But admittedly, I was ready to crawl.

It's just like me not knowing what I want
Til it's too late and the feelings start to haunt
And I rue my decisions, the choices I've made.

But I'm standing by my words as I should
Don't worry, babe, I'm doing good
The pain I felt is starting to fade.

Except wherever I go I drag my feet
And I can't lift a fork to eat
There's too much gravity.

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders
Got a heavy heart, but it's not full
There's too much gravity.

Well the word is out you have a new beau
They say you two clicked from the get go
If you're happy now, then I'm alright.

I'm getting on with my life same as you
I've changed my outlook, my point of view
I've learned from this and my future looks bright.

Except wherever I go I drag my feet
And I can't lift a fork to eat
There's too much gravity.

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders
Got a heavy heart, but it's not full
There's too much gravity.

In the maddening days ahead
Part of me wishes I could stay in bed
But I won't give in I'll be up and around.

I'll flit around from place to place
Showing everybody my happy face
Nothing will give away I'm feeling down.

Except wherever I go I drag my feet
And I can't lift a fork to eat
There's too much gravity.

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders
Got a heavy heart, but it's not full
There's too much gravity.



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This Lyric is #343

MIDDLE OF A THING
James Neal, Jr
Copyright 2005

Smell getting rotten, the ghost of Bin Laden
Some days it all seems so wrong.
Horror and terror, we’re tearing our hair and
Everyone wonders how long.

We love Minnie Driver and last week’s “Survivor.”
Fox News decides what is real.
You must be a dummy, you don’t drive a Humvee.
This weekend the price is a steal.

We’re in the middle of a thing (x3)
And we’re laughin

When jobs go to Asia, like quick euthanasia,
Are we just supposed to stand tall?
They don’t tax big spenders, polluters, pretenders,
While soup lines spill out of the halls.

We’re governed by actors, acting like governors,
Lying and lip-synching lines.
We’re tongue-tied and pc’d, in projects and teepees
Bamboozled, deaf, dumb and blind.

We’re in the middle of a thing (x3)
And we’re singin and dancin

Slamming and scamming, Enron on the lam and
Building those castles made of sand.
Money, when you find it, can’t have evil behind it.
Less freedom, no justice, homeland.

Somebody’s lying when soldiers keep dying.
People, what are you doing?
Children and nations, all civilization,
People, what are WE doing?

We’re in the middle of a thing (x3)
And we’re rockin and rappin, rollin and chillin
swirlin and jellin, buyin and cryin
blingin and dealin, fallin and dyin
FADE



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This Lyric is #344

Harbor
Marc Douglas Berardo
(C) 2006 Overhead Map Music, ASCAP

The Hurricane of 38 ‘bout destroyed the whole damn fleet
The fisherman was out of luck then
He was back out in the streets

My Grandfather took to the whiskey
It made him both quiet and mean
One drink and he’d be screaming
The next he’s be so serene

He’d walk the edge of this harbor
And keep it all inside
He died in 1975

Down in the borough its quiet
And the sloops are all on blocks
Years before it was so alive
they spoke mostly Portuguese on these docks

Me I came to this town, I was just drawn to the sea
I thought the past owed me something
I thought the ocean would set me free
But there’s something I can’t tell you, something I’ve kept in
I’ve stowed it at the bottom but it’s coming up again

So I walk the edge of the harbor
And mutter to myself
And I keep a little whiskey on the shelf

This morning the thunder heads did gather and I watched a seabird fly
To the edge of break wall
Into the western sky
Out beyond that break, above the wild sea
Light as air, that bird was free

High above my tiny world into the desperate blue
Long gone and finally out of view
What it really made me feel I cannot really say
I just can’t find the words today

Here in this Harbor
Here in this Harbor



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If I Had the Copyright
Carla Ulbrich
(c) 2006

If I Had the Copyright on the word f**k
I’d say f**k this job and yourself you dumb f**k
no need for hard work and no need for luck
If I Had the Copyright on the word f**k

It’s filthy it’s nasty unseemly and vile
That all may be true but it’s so versatile
So often deleted this fine expletive
Is a verb a noun and an adjective

If I Had the Copyright on the word f**k
I’d have no need for dadgum dang darn shoot or shucks
no need for hard work and no need for luck
If I Had the Copyright on the word f**k

Not a gasp not a sigh from my mouth would be heard
Nope just a cha-ching when I hear the F word
If people got jealous of all of my wealth
I’d tell them to copyright sh*t d*mn and h**l

If I Had the Copyright on the word f**k
It would roll off my tongue like water off a duck
Four-letter word usages perfectly honed
I could retire on New York alone

Where they say f**k the f**king motherf**kers I don’t give a f**k
If they can’t f**king take a f**king joke then hey what the f**k
Those f**kers will f**k you so don’t get f**ked up
Quit f**kin around or you’re gonna get f**ked

If I Had the Copyright on the word f**k
I’d say f**k this job and yourself you dumb f**k
no need for hard work and no need for luck
If I Had the Copyright on the word f**k



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