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Lyric Nominee #1
RHAPSODY FROM SIXTH AVENUE
The Empire Diner is located just off Times Square Not far from Manny’s Music and The Radio Shack Chilling out with Joe Buck and Ratso on a Downtown train Grooving in a movie as you cruise along the tracks The one armed barber has a shop on Broadway With his scissors and his combs And a chair that tilts back A late night snack at The Carnegie Deli With a sandwich that is stacked Turn out the light and hit the sack
“Visions Of Cody”,“On The Road” with Neal Cassidy There must be a shrine somewhere in Denver Jack Kerouac likes to drink at The Colburn Hotel In Charlie Browns Bar & Grill Later he hangs out in some dive and jive on Larimer With a waitress named Sizzling Ruth They drove all the way down to Mexico City On a single tank of gas And then they fell asleep in the back While the jockey and his racehorse Wore wreaths of flowers around their necks And placed bets out at the track
You can close your eyes and look at everything you are remembering Or get froze to the bone by the air-conditioning Everything you see is incredibly fancy Yeah, it‘s like Liberace riding in a Filipino taxi Some real gone cat blows a wild solo On his tenor saxophone And he wears a moonlight tuxedo Hey, how about a drink A freezing martini with diamonds in the glass So your first sip won’t be your last
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Lyric Nominee #2 "What’s genocide?" Copyright 2005-2009 Carlos Andrés Gómez their high school principal told me I couldn’t teach poetry with profanity so I asked my students, Raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Holocaust. in unison, their arms rose up like poisonous gas then straightened out like an SS infantry Okay. Please put your hands down. Now raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Rwandan genocide. blank stares mixed with curious ignorance a quivering hand out of the crowd halfway raised, like a lone survivor struggling to stand up in Kigali Luz, are you sure about that? No. That’s what I thought. Carlos – what’s genocide? they won’t let you hear the truth at school if a person says [naughty word removed] can’t even talk about [naughty word removed] even though a third of your senior class is pregnant I can’t teach an 18 year-old girl in a public school how to use a condom that will save her life and that of the orphan she will be forced to give to the foster care system – Carlos, how many 13 year-olds do you know that are HIV positive? Honestly, none. But I do visit a shelter every Monday and talk with six 12 year-old girls with diagnosed AIDS. while 4th graders three blocks away give little boys blowjobs during recess I met an 11 year-old gang member in the south Bronx who carries a semi-automatic weapon to study hall so he can make it home and you want me to censor my language Carlos, what’s genocide? Your books leave out Emmett Till and Medgar Evers call themselves World History and don’t mention King Leopold or diamond mines call themselves Politics in the Modern World and don’t mention Apartheid Carlos, what’s genocide? you wonder why children hide in adult bodies lie under light-color-eyed contact lenses learn to fetishize the size of their ass and simultaneously hate their lips my students thought Che Guevara was a rapper from East Harlem still think my Mumia t-shirt is of Bob Marley how can literacy not include Phyllis Wheatley? schools were built in the shadows of ghosts filtered through incest and grinding teeth molded under veils of extravagant ritual Carlos, what’s genocide? Roselyn, how old was she? ¿Cuántos años tuvo tu madre cuando se murió? My mother had 32 years when she died. Ella era bellísima. …what’s genocide? they’ve moved on from sterilizing Boriqua women injecting indigenous sisters with Hepatitis B, now they just kill mothers with silent poison stain their loyalty and love into veins and suffocate them ...what’s genocide? Ridwan’s father hung himself in the box because he thought his son was ashamed him ...what’s genocide? Maureen’s mother gave her skin lightening cream the day before she started the 6th grade ...what’s genocide? she carves straight lines into her beautiful brown thighs so she can remember what it feels like to heal ...what’s genocide? ...what’s genocide? Carlos, what’s genocide? Luz, this… this right here… is genocide. ---------------------------------------- Carlos Andrés Gómez http://www.myspace.com/carlosandresgomezhttp://www.cdbaby.com/carlosandresgomez
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Lyric Nominee #3 The Graveyard of Songs For every song that’s written there’s a thousand thrown away They catch a passing breeze and off they fly They spin and shimmer hopefully, some lucky ones are found But most are left to shrivel up and die In the graveyard of songs Where the orphan tune belongs And abandoned melodies are laid to rest What we write is often wrong Some are weak and some are strong And sometimes, at our worst, we’ll send our best To the graveyard of songs The graveyard of songs When my restless heart goes roaming through its misbegotten dreams In search of some forgotten sweet refrain If the minutes turn to hours till the night devours the day I’ll give up the ghost and leave it to remain In the graveyard of songs Where the orphan tune belongs And abandoned melodies are laid to rest What we write is often wrong Some are weak and some are strong Sometimes we even send our very best To the graveyard of songs The graveyard of songs I can fish that flowing river Feel my line rise and shiver Yet never hook the songs I used to play But my battered old guitar Knows exactly where they are It trembles when I let them slip away To the graveyard of songs Where the orphan tune belongs And abandoned melodies are laid to rest What we write is often wrong Some are weak and some are strong And sometimes we commend our very best To the graveyard of songs The graveyard of songs (Copyright 2008 by Mark Kaufman) _________________________ http://www.soundclick.com/MarkKaufmanhttp://twitter.com/Mark_Kaufman
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Lyric Nominee #4
"PLAN B" (C) 2009 by Stan Good, BMI
Those Loftier Goals & The Wildest of Dreams Have Yet to Get You Ahead.. & What You Hoped-For Lies at Your Feet (So Hard-to-Admit that "It's Dead")
(CLIMB) It's Tough Being-Human Admiting.."You're Wrong" But If You Got a Backbone It's Time to Move-ON..To...
(CHORUS) "PLAN 'B'" Your..NEXT..Strategy Get UP, Stand ERECT..Walk-AWAY.. "PLAN 'B'" Life..Has..OPTIONS You'd Better..Adopt ONE DON'T Fall-Down, This AIN'T Yesterday.. There's HOPE..You Can CHANGE..AND Break-FREE With "PLAN 'B'"--
A Glass that's Half-Full Thank God..ISN'T Empty ("Perception's" a LOT of The GAME) & Those-Who-Don't-Help-You Aren't Always "The Enemy" (TRY Callin'-UP a Few Names!))
(CLIMB) Here Comes a New Journey Here Comes Your First Step (When Making New Friends Always START..With Yourself..&)
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(BRIDGE) "PLAN 'B'"..Should Be OPTIMISTIC (Remember "PLAN 'A'" Failed You) So BE REALISTIC!--
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The Sun Rises Up On The East-Side Each Day Warms-Up D.C., then The Whole USA Every New Morning, Life Gives You A Chance To Give "OLD PLAN 'A'" a Big KICK-IN-THE-PANTS
(CLIMB) It's Tough Being-Human Admitting You're Wrong But If You Got a Backbone It's Time to Move-ON to
(REPEAT CHORUS) "PLAN 'B'" Your NEXT..(& BEST)..Strategy Get UP..Stand ERECT..Walk-AWAY.. "PLAN 'B'" Life..Has OPTIONS You'd Better Adopt One Don't FALL-DOWN, This AIN'T Yesterday! There's HOPE, You Can CHANGE and GET FREE With "PLAN 'B'"
(TAG) You Can Stir-UP Some NEW Chemistry With "PLAN 'B'"--
(C) 2009 (All Rights Reserved.)
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Lyric Nominee #5
ON THE RUN
On a scale from one to ten Tom was a zero And his mother was there to remind him the times he forgot By the time he was 16 he was less than the sum of his virtues Being mostly aware of a whole lot of things he was not
Tom was a little too short and shy around women He was in love with a fold-out he kept in the drawer To his dad he was worthless to his mom just some more dirty linen He took his first breath the day that he walked out the door
CHORUS: It’s hard to grow up when you live in a shadow And the bigger trees take all the sun He couldn’t grow up as the family disaster So he learned to grow up on the run, up on the run.
Joyce was born uninvited a pain and a problem And her father were there to remind her the times she forgot By the time she was 16 her face and her breasts were her heroes In backseats with boys she could forget the things she was not
Joyce got into trouble so she went to Cleveland Tom joined the army and fought hand to hand in the war He won some medals and learned about love from a waitress Joyce started working and she learned about love from her child
CHORUS: It’s hard to grow up when you live in a shadow And the bigger trees take all the sun She couldn’t grow up as the family disaster So she learned to grow up on the run, up on the run.
On a hot August night in an army bar outside of Cleveland Tom was on furlow and Joyce was on nine until two They felt like old friends the minute that they started talking His eyes said, “I know you,” her smile said, “I’ve waited for you”
They talked of beginnings, of losing and winning And lessons they learned on the run They grew up crooked together they shook it In the sunlight they found in the love that they won
CHORUS: It's hard to grow up.......
Byron Walls Copyright: 2002
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SHE STILL CRIES c.2009 Lori Clevenger
there are flowers pressed inside a frame sitting on her chairside table the petals are of blue and yellow she looks at them when she is able and she recalls a time and place the shining eyes, the smiling face the memories she cant erase the kind that break her heart
theres a shoebox full of photographs the corners bent, the colors faded the eyes look back into her own expressions seem exaggerated her fingers brush across their skin as if theyll come to life again the pain is in remembering when then the teardrops start
chorus: there are nights it all comes back and she still cries sometimes wishing she could follow when it leaves again the ashes of the bridge she burned lead back to where shes been and she tells everyone shes fine but she still cries sometimes
theres a telephone she cant pick up a number she cant seem to dial so she finds something else to do to keep her busy for a while but she still hears two laughing voices above lifes other daily noises and weeps for life and all the choices she felt forced to make
chorus: there are nights it all comes back and she still cries sometimes wishing she could follow when it leaves again the ashes of the bridge she burned lead back to where shes been and she tells everyone shes fine but she still cries sometimes
she still cries sometimes
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Lyric Nominee #7
Midnight In The Swamp
(v1) It always makes me nervous When I look into the sky I see that full moon rising As the daylight starts to die That Loosi-ana Bayou Takes on a whole new face As shadows and black magic Take o’er that haunted place
(v2) Your skin will crawl with goose bumps Your hair will stand on end Static charges through the air As the midnight sun sets in The swamp takes on an aura Like no man could ever know As the Mistress of the Darkness Casts her spell of ebb and flow
(Chorus) Moonlight weaving shadows As the critters play and romp Bayous all flow backwards When it’s midnight in the swamp When evil spirits moan their chant Their sonnets chill and daunt No mortal man should be there When it’s midnight in the swamp
(v3) Nothing like you’ve ever heard Wind passing through the threads Plays its arcane symphony On the silken spider webs The swamp goes spooky silent Just before it starts to shake And in a pirogue left behind Alligators dance with snakes
(v4) When the moon starts falling ‘Fore night breaks into day A hush spreads cross the bayou As the magic fades away The eerie frolic ceases As the daylight filters in But it’s just a few short hours ‘Til the madness starts again
(Chorus) Moonlight weaving shadows As the critters play and romp Bayous all flow backwards When it’s midnight in the swamp When evil spirits moan their chant Their sonnets chill and daunt No mortal man should be there When it’s midnight in the swa
© January 2007 Alan D. David, BMI All Rights Reserved _________________________ If I were but half as good as Dawg...I'd be twice as good as most.
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Lyric Nominee #8
The Secret (A song about D.B. Cooper)
Brian Merritt 06/2009
Winters in Florida he liked to fish Summers in the mountains out west You lead a great life people would say But a secret weighed deep in his chest
He was getting old ,tongue starting to slip He was afraid one day It’d let go World would come crashing in around And everybody would know
Secrets weigh heavy they’ll wear you thin The ones buried deep in your soul Secrets will want out and eventually win Become just another secret told
I answered an ad in the local press Help wanted for an old man Come work for me I’ll pay you well Deal struck with the shake of a hand
Helped him into his wheelchair took care of his house Sometimes I’d take him to town But I always thought there was more to old Joe As I wheeled him and his secret around
Secrets weigh heavy they’ll wear you thin The ones buried deep in your soul Secrets will want out and eventually win Become just another secret told
Then one night with his light fading dim His tongue rolled and his guard fell And as he lay there taking his last breath I said don’t worry D.B. I won’t tell
Winters in Florida I learned to fish Summers in the mountains out west I’d spend my time hiking along the trails Carrying this weight in my chest
Secrets weigh heavy they wear you thin The ones buried deep in your soul
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Lyric Nominee #9
Hook You Up © 2009 Schantell Wharton/ASCAP
V1 My friends are always saying Girl, I’ve got the perfect man for you He’s 6’2 and loads of fun And his dancing no one can out do He’s a good guy and comes With all that you require He’s a man you can admire Why don’t you let me
Ch Hook you up Let you get a look At this hunk of a man He’s divine and got so much I don’t know where to begin If you’re tired of looking Let me help you I’ll Hook you up
V2 My friends I appreciate What you’re doing But its true love I’m pursing And if he’s so great Why don’t you want him? Did you leave him out on a limb? You’re my best friend and just because I’m single please don’t
Ch Hook me up Let me find my own man I don’t need your permission This is my secret plan Tell me if you can Let me decide Please don’t hook me up
Bridge Don’t you know I’m willing to wait True loves never late But I still hear you saying I want to
Ch Hook you up Let you get a look At this hunk on man He’s so divine and I don’t know where to begin If your tired of looking Let me help you I’ll Hook you up
Hook you up—2x fades out _________________________ “What come from the heart touches the heart”
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Lyric Nominee #10
Doug Allison
Chocolate Chip Cookie Copyright 2005 by D.A. All Rights Reserved.
To explain: the second verse is from a Readers' Digest story about an older women a church pastor tried to set up with a widower. She made him some cookies, ran up to him and gave him the plate, and then ran off too shy to talk to him. They did eventually hook up and marry...
The third verse comes from a famous car dealership known for having cookies around the office. I was in to get my oil changed, it did take two hours, and as I was semi-complaining to the manager, he looked at me deadpan and said "Have a cookie!" HA! It worked however...
<Verse 1> Melt the lard and the butter With the sugary stuff Add the chips, eggs, and flour And mix it all up Set the oven to 375 They come out gold and crispy It ain't no jive
<Chorus 1> Chocolate chip cookie You're a big, BIG hero to me! You melt in my mouth You're so, soooo yummie!
<Verse 2> Read a story 'Bout a dame in distress Couldn't get a guy to notice Her smile or her dress Slid him a plate of cookies Then she ran away Well guess who called her The very next day...
<Chorus 2> Chocolate chip cookie You're a big, BIG hero to me! You melt in my mouth You're so, soooo yummie! You're the secret weapon In Cupid's love army You make the world a safer place For you and me
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<Verse 3> True story... Went to the garage To get my oil changed They said it'll be half-an-hour Just like we arranged Two hours later I was kinda kooky Sir we don't have an answer... But have a cookie!
(A R G H !!!!!! I don’t want no stink’in cookie, I want my car fixed! Thinking, thinking......sigh, oh well crunch, crunch, crunch...)
<Chorus 3> Chocolate chip cookie You're a big, BIG hero to me! You melt in my mouth You're so, soooo yummie! You're the secret weapon In Cupid's love army You make the world a safer place For you and me
Chocolate chip cookie You’re a big, BIG hero to me!
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Lyric Nominee #11
Here's my entry. It's the last song from my new CD:
GOOD NIGHT MARY (c) 2009 Jim Offerman
From her hospital bed she asks me "Is everything alright? How's your mother and your sister?" Oh, her little inquiries They last and last And I barely get a chance To tell her I'm there just for her Before she closes her eyes
chorus Good night Mary It's okay Sleep tight Mary You're on your way To that safe place you've been dreaming of All day
Can't imagine what it must be like To be taken from your home Never to return She took it with such grace Always a smile And always those cares for everyone she knew Until one day the phone call came That Mary passed away
chorus Good night Mary It's okay Sleep tight Mary You're on your way To that safe place you've been dreaming of All day
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chorus Good night Mary It's okay Sleep tight Mary You're on your way To that safe place you've been dreaming of Reunited with the one you love And there's no need to worry anymore
From her hospital bed she asks me "Is everything alright?"
(thanks Ricki for prompting me to enter these awards - I had missed them entirely!) _________________________ Jim Offerman ~ inspirational piano pop for you blog - follow me twitter - get my music on bandcamp - join the fan club!
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Lyric Nominee #12 This was inspired by magician's assistants.. Girl in the Box by Wendy DuMond I am the girl In sequins and pearls I've lived my Whole life as your prop With a sleight of hand I'm at your command I am your girl In the box But that's how things go In this magic show I never know what you'll pick And it's hard to see Which victim I'll be Until we perform the trick So I'll step inside And go for my ride And fold myself up in knots Then you saw me half While I try not to laugh I am your girl in the box (Bridge) I spin on the wheel As you throw your steel And the colors pass by in a swirl And if you're remiss And you happen to miss Will you find Some other girl? When I'm in this chest I cannot rest Because things are not what they seem Your magic's too strong But I play along All the while I scream I am the girl Who tumbles and twirls never escaping your locks My life is mismade I live in my grave I am your girl In the box _________________________ http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=796147Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye. - Miss Piggy
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Lyric Nominee #13 Inside The Moment Copyright Timothy A. Perry 2009 Verse 1: I still recall those autumn days Punkin seeds and burning leaves Cookies cooling on the tray Young son hanging on my sleeve. A hint of flurries in the air Wind had laid the trees all bare Shorter days, just dont seem fair Or so I once believed. Build 1: Time so marked, as heaven-sent Marks the age of innocence. Scanning pages on the fly. As chapters of our life go by Chorus 1: (I tried to) live inside the moment. And not just mail it in. Swore off moving way too fast, So I could take it in. As I document the memories, The ones that families share, I was there inside the moment, Every moment you were there. Verse 2: Young son now is growing up I try to watch, and not take charge Fiddle with my coffee cup Smile easy, swallow hard. I understand how freedom calls He wants it now, he wants it all. So different from when he was small Future looming large. Build 2: Time so marked, as heaven-sent Marks the last of innocence. Growing up means moving on My sunset is your early dawn Chorus 2: Can you live inside this moment? And not just mail it in? Keep from moving away too fast In time to take it in. If you bookmark every memory Like hanging up a sign Can I be inside your moment? Cause you were always there in mine. You were always there in mine. _________________________ http://www.soundclick.com/timperryhttp://www.soundclick.com/oxfordperryprojectMetaphors be with you! (okay...I stole that ;-)
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Lyric Nominee #14 I Want To Run Beneath The Raindrops Kaley Willow ©2009 (Revised) I want to run beneath the raindrops Feel them dance upon my skin I want to take in every sunrise See each new day begin I want to memorize the smiles Share tears with those who cry I want to hold a new born baby Embrace the old while there's yet time For life speeds on... The eye blinks once...Yesterday's gone And spring-time's child...is no more I want to run beneath the raindrops Watch them flow into a stream I want to trace the watercolored path Of a rainbow to the sea I want to frame each tender moment My children share with me I want to walk close to my Maker He knows my every need For life speeds on... The eye blinks once...Yesterday's gone And spring-time's child...is no more I want to run beneath the raindrops Celebrate the gift of life Lord..let me run beneath the raindrops...raindrops Each new raindrop...I can find I want to run beneath the raindrops I want to run beneath the raindrops I want to run...beneath the raindrops Edited by Kaley Willow (01/07/09 05:49 PM) _________________________ NEW Web Site Start http://kaleywillow.com/Miss Willow's Fence Row http://cdbaby.com/cd/kwwg2Andy & Friends http://cdbaby.com/cd/kwwgPiano & more http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=8404&content=musicKids.. http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=6469&content=music
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Lyric Nominee #15 WHEN I GET OUTTA BED Writers: Gracie Hollombe Vandiver & David Rivers Didn't call in sick when I woke up Didn't burn the coffee but I could use something strong to clear away the static I haven't said an angry word Laid on the horn or flipped the bird While battling the traffic (Chorus) It's been an easy day so far I've had no worries yet But God I'm gonna need a little help When I get outta bed I haven't tried to stretch the truth Raised my voice or come unglued I don't know but somehow I'm holdin' it together I haven't had to screen my calls Haven't stepped beyond these same four walls So I can't complain about the weather It's been an easy day so far I've had no worries yet But God I'm gonna need a little help When I get outta bed (Bridge) It'd be easy to roll over and pull the covers up And lose another day by feeling like I'm stuck Haven't listened to that desperate voice That leads me to a desperate choice I haven't had a drop to drink Haven't sacrificed my own success Been paralyzed by my regrets I'm stronger than I used to be It's been an easy day so far I've had no worries yet But God I'm gonna need a little help When I get outta bed Copyright 2007 Mother Knows Best Music (ASCAP) and Clay River Music (ASCAP) _________________________ http://www.gracievandiver.com
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Lyric Nominee #16
Cranberry Lake
By Richard MacLemale, Copyright 2008
The summer of 75 I was ten My grandparents owned an old cottage back then It sat by a lake that was quite hard to find The drive was a long one but we didn't mind
And every morning my grandma would make A weak cup of coffee I'd gratefully take And we'd watch the sunrise and when it was through We'd plan out our day and the great things we'd do
Chorus And everything seems so much fun when you're ten We'd swim to the float, and we'd swim back again We'd go to the old store and buy cherry soda and gum The grownups would sit in the shade in July And they'd watch us play and they'd desperately try To not think about the adults we'd eventually become
My grandfather taught me to fish on that lake We'd go out before everyone was awake We'd sit there for hours and catch two or three And I know that it was a big deal to me
And I had my first crush on that lake, way back when I was so young, she was 16 then To her I was only a kid, and I know I thought she was pretty and I told her so
Chorus And everything seems so much fun when you're ten We'd swim to the float, and we'd swim back again We'd go to the old store and buy Coca Cola and gum The grownups would sit in the shade in July And they'd watch us play and they'd desperately try To not think about the adults we'd eventually become
Bridge My father, he failed when he thought that he could Find the old lake where the old cottage stood It hid from my Dad but could not hide from me And satellite photos and technology
I drove to the lake that we'd all left behind I wasn't prepared for the sight that I'd find A small pond of water, a hundred yards wide I slowed down the car and I pulled to the side
Chorus And this is the place where the old store should be And that lake looks more like a small pond to me The cottage is gone, all that's left is an empty space And this little pond couldn't possibly be The place where I had all those great memories But it's so familiar, I know that I'm in the right place
Our memories color events of the past The cottage is gone, but my memories will last And deep down inside you, you know that it's true It's people, not places, that matter to you
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Lyric Nominee #17
I got a phone call yesterday ©2008 Bill Robinson ASCAP
V1 I got a phone call yesterday Wish I hadn’t that's all I'll say Didn’t know Joe was over there Didn’t know he’d gone anywhere
V2 It’s only been a couple years We hung out and drank some beers Remember him throwin’ a touchdown pass The cross town team still kicked our ass I got a phone call yesterday
Chorus I was changing plugs on my brother’s car When the cell phone rang I banged my head trying to reach it It’ll leave a scar Funny how we go out of our way To grab the telephone when it rings I got a phone call yesterday
V3 Long tall Joe was his high school name My brother Sam named him at that Game Sam and Joe went over there Couple of days they’ll get back here I got a phone call yesterday
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Bridge Couldn’t think of a word to say Mom was crying Dad punched a hole in the kitchen wall Sam sure liked old Chevrolets White crosses will mark where they lay
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Tag I was changing plugs on my brother's car _________________________ My Own Little Studio No Studio yet But we can still record
I have a standing open invitation to anyone in the Nashville area to get together at my home for Songwriting, Jam Sessions and recording our collab/Cowriting efforts.
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Lyric Nominee #18
AMANI
Verse One God created us a people of diversity Not a people of adversity Too long we've been fussing and fighting Too much bloodshed in Africa
Chorus Amani Amani Amani Means peace and we need it right now Amani Amani Amani Our children want to play together Amani Amani Amani Equal rights to all the people Amani Amani Amani Peace and love to everybody Amani Amani Amani
Verse Two Together we can say no to racism We can say no to tribalism There's a brutal war in the Middle East War in Europe, war in Asia
Chorus Amani Amani Amani Means peace and we need it right now Amani Amani Amani Our children want to play together Amani Amani Amani Equal rights to all the people Amani Amani Amani Peace and love to everybody Amani Amani Amani
Verse Three Politics doesn't have to be dirty tricks Inciting the youth with hate speech We want to see justice in the world now No nuclear war, no genocide
Chorus Amani Amani Amani Means peace and we need it right now Amani Amani Amani Our children want to play together Amani Amani Amani Equal rights to all the people Amani Amani Amani Peace and love to everybody Amani Amani Amani
Bridge You could have wronged me I could have wronged you, but This is the time to forgive and move as one
Chorus Amani Amani Amani Means peace and we need it right now Amani Amani Amani Our children want to play together Amani Amani Amani Equal rights to all the people Amani Amani Amani Peace and love to everybody Amani Amani Amani
Copyright (c) 2009 Francis Juma (a.k.a. Fabrizzio)
Translation: Amani is a Kiswahili word from Kenya meaning Peace
Song Genre: Reggae
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Lyric Nominee #19
"800 Voices" Copyright Danny Ellis
800 voices echo, across the gray playground Shouts of fights and God knows what, I still can hear that sound With their hobnail boots and rough tweeds, angry seas of brown and green The toughest God forsaken bunch that I'd ever seen
I was taken 'cross the schoolyard, in the cold December morn Through the games of ball and the wrestling kids, all fighting to stay warm There I handed in my trousers and my khaki gabardine Farewell to the last reminders of a home in smithereens
Well they marched us down to breakfast, and they marched us up to bed And the hobnail boots on the iron stairs was enough to wake the dead And after mass on Sundays, with the brass band playing fine We would march with the rebel battle hymns, sending shivers up your spine
"How long will you be here for?" said the big lad on the wall "I've got 8 more years to go", said I, and he laughed till I thought he'd fall "Well I'm outa here next week", said he,"but before your time is soon" "There'll be raisins in the holy communion, son, there'll be walking on the moon"
"I'll be back for you this Christmas", I could hear my mammy say And the bitter truth within that lie I've yet to face today When it gets too much for feeling you just bury it somehow And that 8 year old abandoned lad still waits for her right now
The Jesuits came round now and then, to sing their songs of hell And we'd be pissin' in our britches, for we knew that place right well But a spark of sweet devotion found me, it sings in my heart still Though it took me years to shake the guilt of the cross upon the hill
Marked black by the Christian brothers, who stole away my breath Marked black by their straps of leather, an inch away from death Some were only lads themselves, one or two were saints But too many grim abusers had no compassion or restraint
Then there was brother Joe O'Connor, gave me music, strength and pride He was almost like a father, though he was quick to tan your hide And the memories now are bittersweet,I've dropped that heavy load And 800 voices cheer me on as I'm walkin' down the road.
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Lyric Nominee #20
Shut Your Mouth (lyrics by Ali Handal and a girl named jaen)
You say you wanna make time for me but tonight you have to work late You say you wanna lose ten pounds while you butter the bread on your plate that cigarette you're smoking is sure to be your last But I can't even count the times you've quit in the past
I'm tired of hearing you Why don't you try something new?
The ones who talk the loudest always have the least to say
You claim I'll be a household name if I sign on your dotted line You claim that you're the only game I can play to make my star shine Oh, you've got big plans but you never follow through And the only one believing the hype that you create is you
I'm tired of hearing you Why don't you try something new?
The ones who talk the loudest always have the least to say The ones who talk the loudest always have the least to say
Shut your mouth and do something Promises they don't impress me Talk is cheap and way too easy I prefer to wait and see
The ones who talk the loudest always have the least to say The ones who talk the loudest always have the least to say The ones who talk the loudest always have the least to say
(c) 2009
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Lyric Nominee #21
Spin Around
Iraq, heart attack can't get your money back land fill, over kill gotta pay the gas bill oil and medicine runnin' through the roof again humankind, pipeline, Columbine... there's your sign steam risin' from the pot in the kitchen the swing gets faster but the bat keeps missin' & don't let up 'til you've been let down spin around
This world will spin you around and love will spin you around your faith will spin you around spin around
Enron, Elian, futon come & gone Leno, Letterman don't trust the weatherman good day, good night, 9-11 Fahrenheit hurricane oversight, immigration stoplight watch your weight, get a date regulate, love-hate, checkmate find a job, too late they closed off the south gate in this town spin around
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Schiavo fiasco, motel Guantanamo rock & roll side show who owns the radio real TV, fake news small feet, big shoes new pope, God we trust devil rides a school bus internet, DVD, mp3, TV watchin' them, watchin' you, watch me while spin alley spins right, left, up & down spin around
This world will spin you around and love will spin you around the truth will spin you around spin around
David Brake (c)2006 (ASCAP)
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Lyric Nominee #22 Something Original Judy Hollier Copyright 2003 V1 You’ve prob’ly heard I love you A thousand times or more How many guys have told you You’re what they’re looking for I’d tell you that you’re perfect But you hear that every day So when I hold you close to me I wish that I could say…….. Chorus Something original Something that you’ll only hear from me Something original But I can't find it in the diction’ry There has to be some words A phrase you’ve never heard Uniquely individual Something Original V2 I wish I could explain my love A new way to define A from the heart description You don’t hear all the time I want to whisper tender words You've never heard before That make you feel so breathless You’ll keep coming back for more Bridge I’m in Heaven when I’m holding you Wish I could say I love you the way the Angels do Chorus Something original Something that you’ll only hear from me Something original But I can't find it in the diction’ry There has to be some words A phrase you’ve never heard Uniquely individual Something Original _________________________ [img] http://www.geocities.com/moody_joody/Lasting_Lyrics.html[/img]
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Lyric Nominee #23 HE RIDES ©2006 Ricki E. Bellos Daddy came from a broken home Shattered hearts and fractured bones Just a matter of time before he’d move on down the line Worked real hard to buy his first bike Cherry red with loud straight pipes Left without warning on a sunny Sunday morning Knew he’d never be sorry Just him and his Harley He rides Out of the blue into Mama’s life He rides Mama said when he rode to town Made her weak and her young heart pound It didn’t take them long though her pa said it was wrong She’d wrap herself around him tight Holding on with all her might Loved to ride behind him with loving arms to hold him Never said he’d stay But made it to my tenth birthday He rides, he rides Into the night out of our lives He rides My Daddy rides I think about him more and more Wondering what he left us for Mama said as she died I had his likeness in my eyes Now I have a child of my own Who holds me in this one horse town Dreamed I followed in his steps and headed for the west I still have this photograph Of the bike, them and me in his lap I ride, I ride Just ahead of the storm for the rest of my life I ride Watch me ride Wonder if Mama would have felt the same If Daddy rode up in a pickup truck _________________________ http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=830133One door closes, another opens
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Lyric Nominee #24
Copywrite 2008 Blaine Lusk
Time goes by
They wheel him out each morning To the big Mimosa tree That old man was always there And it always bothered me One day I just had to stop And sit with him a while He said" forgive me if I know you " Then he smiled
He was'nt always sharp But if his mind began to clear We'd sit for hours And while away the years Sometimes laughed like Hell Sometimes fought the tears His heart was always spoken His truth was always clear
(Chorus) He said time goes by like the wind Today is one more day you won't ever see again Tomorrows aint worth livin Without yesterdays forgiven Cause time goes by like the wind
He met his wife at Mardi Gras in 1953 Purple flowered dress, hazel eyes, purple beads They danced that night in Jackson square Made love above Desire Raised a son together Then he lost her in a fire
"Nurses say that boy of mine's Livin here in town Blames me for the way things went So he don't come around Seems eighty years of livin was twenty years too long Gettin old aint for sissy's son And I just as soon be gone"
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(Bridge) "I aint worth a damn no more-are you married boy? You don't wanna go through this thing alone" Memories thoughts and heartache passed down like a song It was there just for the askin on the lawn
Out there by the road Stands a lone Mimosa tree Reminded him of a girl he met One night in New Orleans Reminds me of a friend Forgiven way too late it seems We became the best of strangers My ol' man and me
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Lyric Nominee #25
Feather In A Hurricane
Michelle Malone
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