Brenda Kahn : Epiphany in Brooklyn
song three : She's in Love
Life is a frijoles negros wasteland
Of all things bottled quartered and canned
He's a drunk and a fool but he makes me laugh
And that's better then you do
It's better then this deadpan moral riff-raff
She's in love with the man that she
Always wanted to be
Is this life or a t.v. advert I'm living
He's been lying on the couch since last Thanksgiving
And it's only the bugs that I'm tired of chasing
Feel like my mind is slowly erasing
Unwinging like a yo-yo string
You wear your past like a plastic Cracker Jack
Box ring
She's in love with the man that she
Always wanted to be
He said "I've read a great book everybody's read"
He said " I hate my job and I wish I was dead
But if you feel inspired to jump in my bed
I might remember why I keep myself so well fed"
She's in love with the man that she
Always wanted to be
There were some rehab bikers and thier metal-chick babes
Smashing into brick walls in a purple haze
Years seem to drop like flies in that mud
You wake up younger, dumber and not in love
It's so hard, it makes me sigh
He's been lying on that couch since the Fourth of July
It's sad, it's sorry and I'm starting to think
I could down this damn world in one good drink
She's in love
she's in love...
Satin Green Shutters
Chris De Burge
Where your love is, put your heart, guard these moments well,
Where your dreams are, put your hopes, you know they will not fail you,
When the sun rises in the morning, you will wake up and find her yawning,
When the wind blows strong and cold, she'll be with you until you grow old,
Where your love is, put your heart, oh what would you do
if your dreams came true?
I would build a lovely house with satin green shutters, it would be lovely
The most lovely house in the world...
And I would sing a lovely song with you in my mind, and you in my eyes,
The most lovely song in the world...
I would write it down on the wall, just for you, just for you;
And I would hold you in my arms for the rest of my days.
When you're sad and feeling low, you're on your own with nowhere to go,
Make believe that she is gone, play your guitar and write a song for her,
Write down the words about how you cried when you woke up weeping,
'Cos you thought that she had died, and you heard her breathing,
Through your pain and you held her close and cried all over again;
Where your love is, put your heart, oh what would you do
if your dreams came true?
And inside my lovely house with satin green shutters, there would be children,
The most lovely children in the world...
And even when skies are grey, we would be happy, for we have love, The most lovely love in the world;
I would write it down on the wind, just for you, just for you;
And I would hold you in my arms for the rest of my days.
Gary Allan : Smokerings in the Dark
Well I won't make you tell me
What I've come to understand
You're a certain kind of woman and
I'm a different kind of man
I've tried to make you love me
You're tried to find a spark of the flame that burned and
Somehow turned to smoke ring in the dark
The loneliness within me
Takes a heavy toll
'Cause it burns as slow as whiskey through an empty aching soul and
The night is like a dagger
Long and cold and sharp
As I sit here on the front steps
Blowing smoke rings in the dark
I- I- I know I must be going
'Cause loves already gone and
All I'm taking with me are the pieces of my heart and
All I'll leave are smoke rings in the dark
The rain falls where it wants to
Wind blows where it will
Everything on earth goes somewhere
But I swear we're standin' still
So I'm not going to wake you
I'll go easy on your heart
I'll just touch your face and drift away
Like smoke rings in the dark
I- I- I know I must be going
'Cause loves already gone and
All I'm taking with me are the pieces of my heart and
All I'll leave are smoke rings in the dark
Spiderman, Spiderman
Does whatever a spider can
Spins a web, any size
Catches thieves just like flies
Look out, here comes the Spiderman
Is he strong? Listen Bud
He's got radioactive blood
Can he swing from a thread?
Take a look overhead
Hey, there! There goes the Spiderman
In the chill of the night
At the scene of a crime
Like a streak of light
He arrives just in time
Spiderman, Spiderman
Friendly neighborhood, Spiderman
Wealth and fame, he ignores
Action is his reward
Look out, here comes the Spiderman
Spiderman, Spiderman
Friendly neighborhood, Spiderman
Wealth and fame, he ignores
Action is his reward
To him, life's a great big bang up
Whenever there's a hang up
You'll find the Spiderrrrr....man!
😀
Johnny Cash - Sunday morning coming down
Well, I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid playing with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street and caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short a' dying that's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headed down the street, and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short a' dying that's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down.
I'm The Man Who Murdered Love - XTC
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
He was begging on his bended knee
For me to put him from his misery
He hadn't worked at all this century
Said I'd do a job for all humanity
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I put a bullet in his sugar head
He thanked me kindly
then he layed down dead
Phoney roses blossomed where he bled
Then all the cheering angels shook my
hand and said
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
Oh it's the middle of the song
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
And then I turned and said
There'll be no more pain
from broken hearts
And no more lovers to be torn apart
Before you throw me
in your dungeon dark
Your honour, they'll be putting statues up
In every park
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
So dear public I'm here to confess
That I'm the one who freed us from this mess
Love won't be calling at your adress
'Cause what you never had you never miss,
I guess
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
If you never, ever use it
You know you're gonna lose it
If you never, ever kiss it
How you ever gonna miss it?
Fly me to the moon
Frank Sinatra
Writer(s): Howard
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Beautiful Day
U2
The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There's no room
No space to rent in this town
You're out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you're not moving anywhere
You thought you'd found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace
It's a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
You're on the road
But you've got no destination
You're in the mud
In the maze of her imagination
You love this town
Even if that doesn't ring true
You've been all over
And it's been all over you
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
It's a beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case
See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out
It was a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
Beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case
What you don't have you don't need it now
What you don't know you can feel it somehow
What you don't have you don't need it now
Don't need it now
It was a beautiful day
Red Hot Chili Peppers: Fortune Faded
http://projectmessrocks.com/setlist_ram/Fortune%20Faded.ram
They say in chess, you gotta kill the queen
And then you mate it
Oh I, do you?
A funny thing, the king who gets himself assassinated
Hey now, every time I lose
Altitude
You took a town by (pawn?) storm
The mess you made was nominated
Oh I, do you?
Now put away your welcome, soon you'll find you've overstayed it
Hey now, every time I lose
Altitude
[CHORUS]
So divine, hell of an elevator
All the while my fortune faded
Nevermind the consequences of the crime this time
My fortune faded
The medicated state of mind you find is overrated
Oh I, do you?
You saw it all come down and now it's time to imitate it
Hey now, every time I lose altitude
CHORUS
(Instrumental Bridge)
Come on God, do I seem bulletproof?
Ooooooooooh
CHORUS x2
Billy Joel - She's Always A Woman To Me
She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child, but she's always a woman to me
She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth, but she'll never believe
And she'll take what you give her as long it's free
Yeah, She steals like a thief, but she's always a woman to me
CHORUS
Ohhh... she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time
Ohhh... and she never gives out
And she never gives in, she just changes her mind
And she'll promise you more than the garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding
But she�ll bring out the best and the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself 'cause she's always a woman to me
CHORUS
She's frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool
And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree
And the most she will do is throw shadows at you,
But she's always a woman to me
CHORUS
Brenda Kahn : Epiphany in brooklyn song three.
Anesthesia
She wore a half smile
Always laughing in the wind
I know it sounds cliche
But it's all true
I know it sounds cliche
But I love you
She wore an old, black trenchcoat
To cover up her skin
She were'nt no fool
She did'nt let anybody in
Pulled off the highway
They strip search the van
Ah the cops are so bored in Ashland, Ohio
They believe you
If you swear you're telling lies
Anesthetized by the violence
They are clapping their hands
She took a picture
Of every town that she'd been through
An antique postcard store in her mind's eye
And tipped her hat
To the passers by
Cried for God and God for Man
Malcolm X to Billy Graham (they cried out)
I don't know you from Eve, Madame
and they believe.....
Stripped to her senses
She wanted to go home
Sometimes he'd take her there
Sometimes he just kept on drinking
Sometimes to despair
And she wore a half smile
Always laughing in the wind
I know it sounds cliche
But it's all true
I know it sounds cliche
But I love you.
and they believe you...
This is one of my all-time favorite songs
White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
To call Alice
When she was just small
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head
Feed your head"
-Fatty
Boothby Graffoe: A Good Walk Ruined
You need a stick
One end thin, the other thick
Then you'll be needing something small
Like a little dimpled ball
You have to balance it on plastic
Make sure it doesn't touch the ground
Raise the stick above your head
Face your shoulder to the wind
And try and hit the little ball
And strain the muscles of your heart
Not to see how far it goes
But like everybody knows
There's a tiny little hole
Over half a mile away
You have to get it into there
It can take all day
It can take all day
You need a life
One end thin, the other thick
Then you'll be needing something small
Like a little dimpled ball
You have to balance it with plastic
Keep it raised above the ground
Teach it how to play with sticks
Face your shoulder to the wind
And then you lose the little ball
And tear the muscles of your heart
And this is really all there is
Yes this is really all there is
This is really all there is
There isn't any more
But this is really all there is
euh-eer-ere-ere-ere-ere [mumbled]
Fiddler on the roof
If I were a rich man : Topal
"Dear God, you made many, many poor people.
I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor.
But it's no great honor either!
So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?"
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer coming down,
And one more leading nowhere, just for show.
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese and ducks
For the town to see and hear.
Squawking just as noisily as they can.
And each loud "cheep" and "swaqwk" and "honk" and "quack"
Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
As if to say "Here lives a wealthy man."
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife
With a proper double-chin.
Supervising meals to her heart's delight.
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock.
Oy, what a happy mood she's in.
Screaming at the servants, day and night.
The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
They would ask me to advise them,
Like a Solomon the Wise.
"If you please, Reb Tevye..."
"Pardon me, Reb Tevye..."
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes!
yabbi dee da da yabbi dee da da
And it won't make one bit of difference if i answer right or wrong.
When you're rich, they think you really know!
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray.
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
and That would be the sweetest thing of all.
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
Lord who made the lion and the lamb,
You bequethed I should be what I am.
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan,
If I were a wealthy man?