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from Erin Mckeown - Grand (2004)
I was slung-lo and
So gung-ho For anything to get me to start I had my rock I had my roll But I couldn't find my spark A flip of the hi-fi A glimpse of the good life And the clouds began to fade I'm turning this B-side Around to a delight Blue skies are here to stay She was so down, look at her now She's never been so high Everyone knows, give it some time The clouds'll clear the sky Light the radio ‘Til it explodes I'm dancin' ‘til I drop One small step First right then left I'm never gonna stop She was so down, look at her now She's dancin' ‘til she drops Everyone knows, give it some time You'll find what you have lost It is my style to take a while To put the feeling down to page I get around to making sound When the fancy meets the phrase She was so down, look at her now She's never been so high Everyone knows, give it some time The clouds'll clear the sky I'm gonna burst Right out of this world And I won't do it alone A kick to the heart A lift for the charts One listen and we'll be gone And then who cares? We're debonair And we're dancin' our way back home She was so down, look at her now She's never been so high Everyone knows, give it some time The clouds'll clear the sky |
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from Erin Mckeown - Grand (2004)
I begin with Culver City
Where the handsome faggots make pretty, pretty Empty lots, secrets well kept Nothing standing but the frame of a set Some things are built to withstand regret It was cinematic How we loved Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up! She wore off like a prom dress Heels a kickin', short hair a mess Painted nails for turning tricks Throw something hard, something stick Throw nothing, no, nothing slips Tip and tuck down the 99 The pedal pushed down the entire time You’re running scared 'til your ceiling falls Banging her head, wrists rubbed raw Addicted to something we never saw It was cinematic How we loved Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up! Closeup Yeah Off the freeway Dreamland burns The ultimate take in the land of returns With a glycerine smile and a tear for tragedy Something grand Judy left for me Nothing more than box office history It was cinematic How we loved Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up! Closeup Closeup Yes, Closeup I begin where Garland died Looked like a child all her life I begin where Garland died Looked like a child all her life So will I |
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from Erin Mckeown - Grand (2004)
I want a little taste of you
When I can Just a little taste will do But I know you understand I am not looking for love Nor making a plan Taste of you When I can I want a kiss in the morning That's all I need Just a kiss in the morning Don't want no guarantees I am not looking for love You don't see me on my knees A taste of you All I need I am a clever lady Just like a satin doll A little wanton maybe But I keep my wanting small I am not looking for love I am not trying to fall A taste of you But that's all I want a taste of you But that's all Just a taste of you But that's all |
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from Erin Mckeown - Grand (2004)
Once in the spring of my twenty-fourth year
I had nothing to say With a dangling promise, a terrible past I threw all the words away We were born to hum You were the last in my twenty-fourth year To make a demand of my voice I tickled your ear and I laughed in your face I gave you my choice We were born to hum We were born to hum Hum Hum So as a gradual running, a kind of relief Settles on my face Once in a while I complain to myself Nothing gets done Nothing's in place I, I would rather hum I, I would rather hum Hum Hum Hum |
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from Erin Mckeown - Grand (2004)
They are just civilians
We are barely civil to them Only at times Gonna take a million Bodies piled and killed to Show them we can fight They are just civilians We are barely civil to them Only at times And we are your citizens Burrowing beneath your skin And crawling up your spine They are just civilians Fighting for their place in The company of men Shhh! we're holding still Waiting for the thrill Of surprising you again You watch yourself And you guard yourself You are not yourself You are not yet safe Watch yourself And you guard yourself You are not yourself You are not yet safe Boys I can fight Please let me fight Boys I can fight Please let me fight The treaties of civilians We will fire at will and From behind the lines You who once were children You stand and stare where buildings Became crimes |
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from Erin Mckeown - Grand (2004)
Envelopes of glassine
Spoiled the surprise Took that tender moment I see what's inside I was Vegas, you were Rome Close your eyes and think of me I held nine pictures Lined left to right Where edge met edge I see what's inside What faith would not carry Impatience denied I was Vegas, you were Rome Wasn't built in a day This gambol cannot last This courtship will slide Envelopes of glassine Spoiled the surprise I'll walk from Vegas, you sail from Rome Let us have met |
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from Erin Mckeown - Grand (2004)
So, if you want to be a lady
Well then, have a look at me Folks line up for days Just to have a look-see Take it from me What you see is a lady indeed If you want to be a lady Well then, have a look at me Paint your lips a touch too wide Hide secrets in your mouth Stand on corners for too long Just to have a look-see Hang your purse on your left Your lover’s photo turn it right If you want to meet a lady Well then, offer her a ride All these men are looking Looking at me Giving me the once over With a big old look-see Carry the world by its knees Keep the porch-light burning bright You sell yourself for nothing less than One grandstanding night If take it from me What you'll be is a lady indeed If you want to be a lady Well then, have a look at me |
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from Erin Mckeown - Grand (2004)
I'm just something else he tried
A catalogue of interests in a catalogue of lives I hid myself from him; I wouldn't say it was a lie But hiding worked its way into the way we lived our lives It was clear that he was troubled; he had trouble with his pride But i could never tell if the fault was his or mine So I drew myself away, I wouldn't say I left behind A man who would never know the man he was inside In a moment he was gone, I could see that he had died By the quickening of blood and the fluttering of eyes So I held him to my breast like all the better wives Who furnish men with love and never leave their side I'm just something else he tried The salt that's left behind after tears have dried And I suppose that I'll go on, after all it was my life And all that I supposed I held has come to be untied |
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from Erin Mckeown - Grand (2004)
Cosmopolitans and ladies
Looking for pills in draperies Separate bedrooms and attached baths While the precious don't quite understand And quietly slip off to beauty Painless, don't you wish you were weightless Famous, from this moment you're fated Panic makes quite a morning cocktail of insecurity A fallen pancake breakfast for two And the ladies choice of partners varies From evening to evening The loneliness is expected if not predicted Small time and you're dreaming of the big lights Screen life, you went looking for a good time Painless, don't you wish you were weightless Famous, from this moment you're fated A life on the boards spilled over to the coast And maybe down to the beach It's a new medium pleasure to Re-take and re-shoot Only to pull focus before distribution Small time and you're dreaming of the big lights Screen life, you went looking for a good time Painless, don't you wish you were weightless Famous, from this moment you're fated Advice, agents and taped late night whiskey Tiny cups for a tiny lady Opera heels are swiftly growing indecent And a lady in descent Falling forward towards the cosmopolitans and ladies Looking for pills in draperies Small time and you're dreaming of the big lights Screen life, you went looking for a good time Painless, don't you wish you were weightless Famous, from this moment you're fated |
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from Erin Mckeown - Grand (2004)
Oh boy, I'm lucky; I'll say I'm lucky
This is my lucky day I'm all in clover, I'm glad all over I want to shout "hooray" I found a horseshoe, couldn't go wrong And then of course, you happened along Oh boy, I'm lucky, I'll say I'm lucky This is my lucky day I found a horseshoe, couldn't go wrong And then of course, you happened along Oh boy, I'm lucky, I'll say I'm lucky This is my lucky Oh, wow, I'm lucky This is my lucky day |
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from Erin Mckeown - Grand (2004)
Midnight confessions
Of deputy Prussians Coloured my time in the Rhine Where a misplaced directive From a dirty connector I got out just in time Fleet of foot messengers Tapped me in Bucharest And paid for a train to Berlin Where a night club at midnight Was cleared out too quickly I made my face in the wings The palace ain't nothing Compared to this majesty Here I am dancin' For the president of Germany I opened up with a Rag and a one-step and Finished the bit with a freeze Then a touch of the shuffle and I closed with a soft-shoe I hit 'em with my best routine The palace ain't nothing Compared to this majesty Here I am dancin' for The president of Germany The orpheum never saw A bigger hit in two a day The national can't beat this state Oooooh, oooooh Don't fade out You're my only hope and it's running out The spotlight it shone on heavy artillery The silence was worse than the shot I'm just a dancer, an innocent fiction More like a dream than not Applause cascading from one set of fingertips You believe what you believe You believe what you believe You believe what you believe You believe what you believe Midnight confessions Of deputy Prussians I got out just in time |
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from Erin Mckeown - Grand (2004)
James!
Look out for the boy next door Come knock-knock-knocking The ceiling to the floor James, I've told you life could be deluxe Every which way looks like trouble but You've got to let him go James! C'mon hold your horses The first kid under your nose ain't a sure thing James, I told you life was made of luck But a deal's better made the second time it's cut You've got to let him go You've got to let him go But he's one wall away, these walls so thin One wall away, these walls so thin One wall away, these walls so thin One wall away, these walls so thin One wall away, these walls so thin One wall away James! They call it the waiting game Boy, you will wait in vain The first one you see might make you change But a straight boy, James Always shoot the same You've got to let him go You've got to let him go Love at first sight, it may be But first love on sight James is crazy |
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from Erin Mckeown - Grand (2004)
Oh Vera, I can't complain but
When, when will you write? This city is strange And strangely bright Sooner or later I'll change Oh Vera, my cough is silent And Sunset is setting up fine There's work for me here And here is my work While we wait for my lungs to dry Oh Vera, tonight I'm lost What makes me live for this craft? I'm going nowhere My music's a bust Even our neighbours just laugh Oh Vera, we must see a film I think that it might change my life Something with Garland Who's down on her luck The kind of picture I like Oh Vera, I'm full of it now Who knew that notes could be fun? I'm counting to twelve And then back to one I feel I'm a writer again Oh Vera, I'm truly content I'm waiting alone for a friend A helluva poet A Hollywood type Who turns up the words on their end Oh Vera, I'm reading the news I can do nothing but cry The opera was summer An apple just fell It's funny how well poets lie |
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from Erin Mckeown - Monday Morning Cold (2000)
Tonight woke I in a strange bed
Strange bedfellow, strange Tonight found I in a strange bed Strange bedfellow, strange Said it to me, "oh, you'll be all right" Oh, said it to me, "oh, you'll be all right" In a strange bed, in a strange bed Bedfellow strange Said it to me, what they've always said Said it to me, what I've always heard You're gonna make it You're gonna make it You're gonna make it girl You're gonna make it You're gonna make it You're gonna make it girl Girl, you sleep with success Girl, you sleep with success tonight Slept, I have, in beds of Middle America Life off the fat of the man I’m gonna go out tonight I’m gonna try, try to make it Live I as fast as I can Live I as fast I as can And I said to it, "success, I didn't Recognize you at first" But then I said to it, "success, You don't look the way I have Dreamed of you, Dreamed of you" "Well, not strange," said success, "To find me here tonight. Not strange," said success. "So, what say you to a bargain twixt You and I, success and life?" Wwhat say you to a bargain twixt You and I, success" And success it said to me "Forget about the beds of middle America You don't need the fat of the man Why don’t you sleep with me tonight? That's all you've got to do to make it And die as fast as we can Die as fast we as can." Well I said to it, "success, I Couldn't love you if I tried" Well I said to it, 'success, I Couldn't love you if I tried And I've tried and I've tried and I've tried" Something about success that lies Something about success that lies Lies next to me In a strange bed, a strange bed Bedfellow strange |
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from Erin Mckeown - Monday Morning Cold (2000)
Yesterday i was born of a coke-goddess queen,
A child of the city, And tonight as i lie in the arms of a silver clad diva, With her hips clutching mine, Cradled, i love, amidst the newspapers, The television, the noise, The lies, the heat that is not hot, Yet nearly intolerable. And the day that it happened, The day that i began to become woman, i cried. Where's that poetry gone, Cause i think i have lost some sensual sweet. Where's my little girl hips? A little innocence on these lips isn't so hard to wipe away. Just ask me. Now rolling, now rocking, now tick-tocking time away, My hands reach for my face but fingers like knives, 10 to a set, cut deep and leave me scarred. So that my lips pass over her lips yet Feel more and more like the concrete coating all around. And i reflect that what i write, What i say mirrors the glass all around and what i think, Well, that's a product manufactured downtown. So i reflect that these hips Now rolling, now rocking, Now tick-tocking time away Will one day bear the child of the cold pushing and hard driving city. And as the years went by small changes occurred in my face, my body, my love. My body has been becoming concrete for years now. Where's that poetry gone, Cause i think i have lost some sensual sweet. Where's my little girl hips? A little innocence on these lips isn't so hard to wipe away. Just ask me. Now coming home tonight, alone, Coming home wandering these streets alone, Thinking only words for thought and with words and thoughts I am alone. And if you walk my streets, if you say my words, If you hold my hips, new to me, Will it ever be so clear That it is the buildings that rise and stiffen to seed the sky, Spawning the ever growing puddle of sprawl in the ever growing land of filth, And that i am my hips. I am my hips. I am my hips - the bastard child of the city grown. |
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from Erin Mckeown - Monday Morning Cold (2000)
It's a monday morning, cold winter's day, nothing outside is real.
Step in the car, turn the key, put on some heat, begin to feel. Then i blink my eyes to make sure i'm me and think about catching a buzz Box my ears, clean my nose, got to get in gear because I've got a hell to be in by 8:05 and i can't find my head. And i can't figure out just why i'm here but i think i'm being led. I'm rolling down the highway at a safe and sane sixty per Seems so easy, seems so right to pull over and jump the curb. The steering wheel begins to shift a little to my right. My palms become sweaty and i jerk in a flash of light. I slam on the breaks and screech to a halt. Pedestrians are swerving, i laugh cause it's my fault. Calm as can be i pull back into traffic, Speeding towards my hell cause i like my violence graphic. The trees and leaves become superimposed on the sky My vision is consumed with the greenness going by. I've got a hell to be in by 8:05 and i can't find my head. And i can't figure out just why i'm here but i think i'm being led. At 7:50 i'm stopped behind a school bus filled with pubes. Wouldn't it be funny, i think, to sell the little fuckers 'ludes? But then a thought occurs to me from long ago when i was young Of the fear i had inside me at the prospect of barbiturate fun. Oh, how the times they change, i cackle deep inside As i speed past that yellow shit puking carbon monoxide. I've got a hell to be in by 8:05 and i can't find my head. And i can't figure out just why i'm here but i think i'm being led. I've got five minutes to bolt, can't be late to my hell When that cold hits me again, who i am i cannot tell. What's reality is a mystery brought on by too much thought. My concepts collapse my sense of being caught Between the cold air surrounding me and the emptiness inside. My head is killing me, and i've got no place to hide. |
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from Erin Mckeown - Monday Morning Cold (2000)
Easy baby, don't come so close, i ain't ready to handle you,
You're my weakness and you still show. And when a bridge is burning it don't help if the wind blows. Baby, you had me figured out, right down to the t, Said, "this is who you are and how you do it, You don't have to say nothing , i can see. There's a passion in you, god help you if it gets free, 'cause baby it don't burn for me, so i'm gonna leave." And i cried, "no, baby, no baby, no please don't. No, baby, no baby, no please don't. If you hurt me this fast, i'm gonna have to heal slow." Now my momma always told me never to burn my bridges, And i was careful not to fan the flames, But baby, you lit a fire in me and now i don't burn the same. Yeah i like the danger of never turning back, So when i look over my shoulder I only want to see smoke to mark my tracks. So go, baby go, go baby go, you can go. Yeah, go, baby go, go baby go, you can go. If you hurt me this fast, i'm gonna have to heal slow. So easy baby, don't come so close, I ain't ready to handle you. You're my weakness and you still show. Come and cross this bridge, You gonna find there ain't nowhere to go. |
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from Erin Mckeown - Monday Morning Cold (2000)
Softly Moses speaks
Quietly to sleep Easter Sunday never tasted so bitter Lonely in the dark Images creep past Bright pink Purple, blue Green and black Despair, oh holy day We cross down sorrow's way Weep, weep We are the slaves on Easter Sunday Oh I wish that I could die for thee On a technicolour calvary Egypt would be ours Ten thousand years of peace Where happiness would lie Madness bids me, say not all that Rises is of God For shame and guilt All owe it to me Administer it like a pill Father heals none One Easter Sunday Sister, brother, sister Fall on to your knees The blush of the flower tastes of false gods and trickery Mercy, mercy my son you belong to me Oh moses, save my empty, my empty soul And i wish that i could die for thee On a technicolor calvary Egypt would be ours Ten thousand years of peace Softly, Moses, speak Quiet me to sleep Easter sunday never tasted so bitter |
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from Erin Mckeown - Monday Morning Cold (2000)
Tonight woke I in a strange bed
Strange bedfellow, strange Tonight found I in a strange bed Strange bedfellow, strange Said it to me, "oh, you'll be all right" Oh, said it to me, "oh, you'll be all right" In a strange bed, in a strange bed Bedfellow strange Said it to me, what they've always said Said it to me, what I've always heard You're gonna make it You're gonna make it You're gonna make it girl You're gonna make it You're gonna make it You're gonna make it girl Girl, you sleep with success Girl, you sleep with success tonight Slept, I have, in beds of Middle America Life off the fat of the man I’m gonna go out tonight I’m gonna try, try to make it Live I as fast as I can Live I as fast I as can And I said to it, "success, I didn't Recognize you at first" But then I said to it, "success, You don't look the way I have Dreamed of you, Dreamed of you" "Well, not strange," said success, "To find me here tonight. Not strange," said success. "So, what say you to a bargain twixt You and I, success and life?" Wwhat say you to a bargain twixt You and I, success" And success it said to me "Forget about the beds of middle America You don't need the fat of the man Why don’t you sleep with me tonight? That's all you've got to do to make it And die as fast as we can Die as fast we as can." Well I said to it, "success, I Couldn't love you if I tried" Well I said to it, 'success, I Couldn't love you if I tried And I've tried and I've tried and I've tried" Something about success that lies Something about success that lies Lies next to me In a strange bed, a strange bed Bedfellow strange |
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from Erin Mckeown - Monday Morning Cold (2000)
Untie these strings from my heart
Won’t you untie these strings from my heart And when they're gone Well, I fall apart in your hands And I am undone Now you steal that pride from my steps Now you steal that pride from my steps And when it’s gone Well I fall, I fall at your feet And I am undone Open so rare that I find myself Wondrous and confused Open so rare that I find my self rapt in rare, rare delight You touch that stone, the stone that is my heart And you wish it gone, and you wish me undone Then I am undone Won’t you take these words from my heart And I can give only words from my heart And when they're gone, well I fall What were words anyway? And I am undone You touch that stone, the stone that is my heart And you wish it gone, you wish me undone Then I am undone Roll that stone from my heart Won’t you roll that stone from my heart And when it's gone You will see where I was laid And that I’m gone |
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from Erin Mckeown - Monday Morning Cold (2000)
Every time she sees a movie
She thinks its about her And every time she hears a song She thinks its about them She has never felt this way before No, she has never felt this way She has never loved before But in the past, she'd always been selfish But in the past, she'd always been able to run So nothing had ever held her there No boy that she had ever cared for She doubted this could happen to her She had no idea what feelings were Now she knows if she ever leaves She won't have a thing to believe in This was an independent girl It is not her nature to kiss It's not her nature to even think about a song like this Oh yeah, but something comes when they're together Turns her into a silly, laughing, drooling, crying little girl She says, "Come on, grow old with me. They say the best is yet to be. Now, come on, grow old with me. They say the best is yet to be." I ask you to hold my hand You put your arm around me You help me understand Dependence is new to me Completeness, a wonder to see Something comes inside of me And I've never never felt so free And if I tell you once, I can't do it again I love you more than I can comprehend This was an independent girl She never wanted this before And now she thinks she doesn't want anything more She says, "Come on, grow old with me. They say the best is yet to be. Now, come on, grow old with me. They say the best is yet to be. Now, come on grow old with me. They say the best is yet to be. Now, come on grow old with me. They say the best is yet to be." Something comes when they're together Turns me into a silly, laughing... Something comes when they're Together Turns me into a silly, laughing... Something comes when they're together Turns her into a silly, laughing, drooling, crying little girl This was an independent girl This was an independent girl This was an independent... I was an independent |
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from Erin Mckeown - Monday Morning Cold (2000)
Who am i to sing a love song
I hold myself away Yeah, but listen to the sound of a house running Well all houses are the same And all the sadness in your heart It won't bring me back to you, no Yeah but, doesn't it make you wonder how a love, A love made so easily could shy beneath november's harvest moon Dark in a stranger's open kitchen Well, i stripped you to your bare feet and more Yeah, it makes me feel so foolish now Thinking of everything i did Tell me, i was pretty at the time Was i pretty at the time? I'm afraid for you to hear me say these words It's the same every, everyone i've hurt But i will try to remember how you wandered away To follow some long echo of a bird And all the sadness in your lonesome countryside Well, it won't bring me back to you, no, no Trust me, you don't want me around And i'm too always fond of leaving... And i'm too fond of always leaving you You don't know how much i loved you No, you don't know how much i loved you No, you don't know, you don't know... You don't know how much i loved you Now, you don't know |
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from Erin Mckeown - We Will Become Like Birds (2005)
I'm in shambles
Blown to bits by our troubles These brambles Our stumbling’s, our struggles Aspera! Per aspera! Per ardua! Ad astra! And it's a forced march And I’m parched in denial And it's a struggle Of faith and of fire Aspera! Per aspera! Per ardua! Ad astra! Walking we are caught by tiny hooks that hold our hope Our skin may be scratched but nothing holds us back Walking we are caught by tiny hooks that hold our hope Our skin may be scratched but nothing holds us back I will be brave, I will be brave My body may change But my spirit will stay, I will be brave Aspera! Per aspera! Per ardua! Ad astra! I’m in shambles Blown to bits by our troubles These brambles Our stumblings, our struggles Aspera! Per aspera! Per ardua! Ad astra! Thorns! Over thorns! Through this trouble, we are born! |
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from Erin Mckeown - We Will Become Like Birds (2005)
Air! In my bones where the marrow should be
But what I lack for guts and blood I make up for in dreams Love! And you're wondering how it works The heart in the natural world It's a wonder that science can hurt I am made to fly You are made for flight From the structure of our cells To the chambers we share inside So let's become like birds We will become like birds Hope! It's the one thing that science will prove What you don’t have hope for you lose Evolution is what you choose I am made to fly You are made for flight From the structure of our cells To the chambers we share inside So let's become like birds We’ll become like birds Air! In my bones where the marrow should be But what I lack for guts and blood I make up for in dreams I make up for in dreams I make up for in dreams |
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from Erin Mckeown - We Will Become Like Birds (2005)
Maybe someday we can live on the moon
Milk in our eyes and the coffee cups too If we behave, play our cards right Moon'll be our fortune tonight Frequency of traditional child Ignition becomes a spark of disguise Where we are from, where we begin Philosophy on paper napkin Dutiful daughter never wanted to fly She swims through the air like she swims through the sky Waves of phosphor, waves of grace Lights on the square and lights on her face Saturn returns and Mercury slaves Atoms transmit to gravity's play Dutiful daughter never wanted to fly She swims through the air like she swims through the sky Maybe someday we can live on the moon But ‘cause we can, doesn't mean we have to Rockets will come, astronauts go Nothing so precious as what we don’t know Dutiful daughter never wanted to fly She swims through the air like she swims through the sky We know too much! We know too much! We have to find it ourselves! We know too much! We know too much! We have to find it ourselves! We know too much! We know too much! We have to find it ourselves! We know too much! We know too much! We have to find it ourselves! |
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from Erin Mckeown - We Will Become Like Birds (2005)
One part sad and two parts brave
One part's silent and one part says To the stars! One part black and two parts blue One part wishes the best for you One part changed and two parts fine I'm telling you, I'm fine To the stars, to the stars Oh, we are lit within By all we've been And by all we care to be To the stars, from the wars Oh, we'll wake up a little this morning A little better than we were before We were before One part lustre, two parts shy Heaven's above, trouble behind One part glory, two parts glow Shine on, shine well, you're free to go To the stars, to the stars Oh, we are lit within By all we've been And by all we care to be To the stars, from the wars Oh, we'll wake up a little this morning A little better than we were before We were before One part brilliant, two parts fade Stars apart, shine the same |
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from Erin Mckeown - We Will Become Like Birds (2005)
Our love in little heaps
Our love now fast asleep Our love was taking leaps Don't land You're so pretty floating through the air How you pause by despair Bullet flies toward disrepair Don't land, don’t land Don't land, don’t land Alleluia! Alleluia! Bright trails against the sky So much destruction, how does it fly? I must avert my eyes Don't land, don’t land Don't land, don’t land Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Our love was built on heavy things Our love survives and sings Our love always it had wings Don't land, don’t land Don't land, don’t land Don't land |
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from Erin Mckeown - We Will Become Like Birds (2005)
This morning I saw a glimmer of hope
In the eyes that I met at the door Of separate futures and confident sutures To the wounds that we have endured Oh, you hate the words of war, but baby Face it! That's what it's been for us We were never good fighters or very good soldiers But through this we are more It's Victorian this embroidering ordering and Sorting of memory to museum quality In a box we are, we are and we're art For the victims and tourists to see And this victory we're part of is part and Parameter of all that has come before We were never good fighters or very good soldiers But through this we are more What's the harm in ruins, reminds us of who We were in the darker times In the pieces of colonies, we'll find that we follow A church of our own design By our best, we're remembered, baptised we surrender By air, by water, by shore We were never good fighters or very good soldiers But through this we are more We are more We are more We are more We are more |
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from Erin Mckeown - We Will Become Like Birds (2005)
Us Among men
In the plans of shifting lime We stood beside A foundation of space and time What would you say To a city built in Jackson Park? Electric castles and A promise kept of highest art In our white city We'll stroll together in Streets of wax Streets of plaster In our white city White with wonder and Heights of greatness and Nights asunder Down to the wire Time is running out on our project World, look to us Find a model of what's not thought yet In our white city We'll stroll together In streets of wax Streets of plaster In our white city White with wonder and Heights of greatness and Nights asunder How beautiful is beauty When it's only temporary A decade a century stands still In the white city of our will Raise and be raised Our hands face up and our faces forward Show us the beauty Show us where we aim our story In our white city We'll stroll together In streets of wax Streets of plaster In our white city White with wonder and Heights of greatness and Nights asunder In our white city Of domes and girders We can fall but The fall wont hurt us |
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from Erin Mckeown - We Will Become Like Birds (2005)
Kill the sun, kill the moon instead
Someone's gone to your little head Don't look so sad! Chevaux il fait Chevaux il fait Fatal place in your final hour Little peace for the hear and now Don't look so sad Chevaux il fait Chevaux il fait You say you're so unmade You're untitled too You make the stars behave When they're close to you Don't forget, when you're fast asleep There's a plan you need to keep Roll on! Roll on Chevaux il fait Chevaux il fait Chimere dore Chevaux il fait Chevaux il fait Chevaux il fait Chevaux il fait Chevaux il fait |
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from Erin Mckeown - We Will Become Like Birds (2005)
When our love is gone, we will be calm
We will be calm And when the feelings come, I will fight them off We will fight them off In the evening blooms, I still think of you I’m thinking only of you But when temptation starts, I will fight it off We will fight it off Fire, all our guns and arrows Fire, all our guns The bells and bombs, we'll fight them off The fireworks say it's over Now the fall begins, and our failing hearts May come apart But I will be on guard, I will fight it off We will fight it off Fire, all our guns and arrows Fire, all our guns The bells and bombs, we'll fight them off The fireworks say it's over Some day, in some other life We'll let this battle pass us by Some day, in some other time We will be the ones who are left alive In my weakened state, I could fall for you Like I fell for you But lord, when it grows late, I will fight it off I will fight it off Fire! All our guns and arrows Fire! All our guns Fire! All our guns and arrows Fire! All our guns The bells and bombs, we'll fight them off The fireworks say it's over The bells and bombs, we'll fight them off The fireworks say it's over It’s over |
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from Erin Mckeown - We Will Become Like Birds (2005)
Delicate December, let's remember
When we were tall And we can pretend it's just summer We're neither spring nor fall Would you want my number Were I someone You didn't know at all? Special for December Let's pretend we're All for one I know, it's not the same What's said is said and won't be said again I know, it's not the same What's said is said and won't be said again Delicate December Let's be tender Slow down time to a crawl Nothing's temperamental If we're gentle Hands up Let's call it a draw Elegant and simple Sentiment means Letting go and letting fall Special for December Let's pretend we're All for one, one for all |
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from Erin Mckeown - We Will Become Like Birds (2005)
You were never broken by ordinary things
You kept holding out for the big mistake I was fragile, too scared and delicate You kept trying, I'm the one that quit Worn out by the baggage that we bring You were right about everything There were times your age began to show You were never more dangerous to know You passed me running, you caught me standing still You'd do it all again all for the thrill I was raised you get out before you sink You were brave about everything Nostalgia sweet, hindsight so dear Objects now are smaller than they appeared The birds of summer, in winter disappear In spring return, new life, new years Here I am, humble on my knees Come back to life, come back to everything Come back to life, come back to everything Oh, you were right about everything Oh, you were right about everything Oh, you were right about everything |
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from Erin Mckeown - Born To Hum (2003)
Once in the spring of my twenty-fourth year
I had nothing to say With a dangling promise, a terrible past I threw all the words away We were born to hum You were the last in my twenty-fourth year To make a demand of my voice I tickled your ear and I laughed in your face I gave you my choice We were born to hum We were born to hum Hum Hum So as a gradual running, a kind of relief Settles on my face Once in a while I complain to myself Nothing gets done Nothing's in place I, I would rather hum I, I would rather hum Hum Hum Hum |
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from Erin Mckeown - Born To Hum (2003)
I was slung-lo and
So gung-ho For anything to get me to start I had my rock I had my roll But I couldn't find my spark A flip of the hi-fi A glimpse of the good life And the clouds began to fade I'm turning this B-side Around to a delight Blue skies are here to stay She was so down, look at her now She's never been so high Everyone knows, give it some time The clouds'll clear the sky Light the radio ‘Til it explodes I'm dancin' ‘til I drop One small step First right then left I'm never gonna stop She was so down, look at her now She's dancin' ‘til she drops Everyone knows, give it some time You'll find what you have lost It is my style to take a while To put the feeling down to page I get around to making sound When the fancy meets the phrase She was so down, look at her now She's never been so high Everyone knows, give it some time The clouds'll clear the sky I'm gonna burst Right out of this world And I won't do it alone A kick to the heart A lift for the charts One listen and we'll be gone And then who cares? We're debonair And we're dancin' our way back home She was so down, look at her now She's never been so high Everyone knows, give it some time The clouds'll clear the sky |
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from 닙턱 (Nip Tuck) (2003)
Cosmopolitans and ladies
Looking for pills in draperies Separate bedrooms and attached baths While the precious don't quite understand And quietly slip off to beauty Painless, don't you wish you were weightless Famous, from this moment you're fated Panic makes quite a morning cocktail of insecurity A fallen pancake breakfast for two And the ladies choice of partners varies From evening to evening The loneliness is expected if not predicted Small time and you're dreaming of the big lights Screen life, you went looking for a good time Painless, don't you wish you were weightless Famous, from this moment you're fated A life on the boards spilled over to the coast And maybe down to the beach It's a new medium pleasure to Re-take and re-shoot Only to pull focus before distribution Small time and you're dreaming of the big lights Screen life, you went looking for a good time Painless, don't you wish you were weightless Famous, from this moment you're fated Advice, agents and taped late night whiskey Tiny cups for a tiny lady Opera heels are swiftly growing indecent And a lady in descent Falling forward towards the cosmopolitans and ladies Looking for pills in draperies Small time and you're dreaming of the big lights Screen life, you went looking for a good time Painless, don't you wish you were weightless Famous, from this moment you're fated |
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from Erin Mckeown - Sing You Sinners (2006)
Hallelujah, hallelujah
All you sinners gather round Hallelujah, hallelujah All you sinners I have found The rack where the weary forever are free Come you sinners, just follow me Forget your troubles and just get happy You gotta chase all your cares away Sing hallelujah, come on get happy Get ready for the judgment day The sun is shining, come on get happy The Lord is waiting to take your hand Hallelujah, come on get happy We're going to the promised land We're heading 'cross the river Wash your sins away in the tide It's all so peaceful on the other side Pick up your troubles and just be happy Got to chase all your cares away Sing hallelujah, come on be happy Get ready for the judgment day We're heading 'cross the river Wash your sins away in the tide It's all so peaceful on the other side Pick up your troubles and just be happy Got to chase all your cares away Sing hallelujah, come on get happy Get ready Get ready Get ready for the judgment day |
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from Erin Mckeown - Sing You Sinners (2006)
It is only a paper moon,
Sailing over a cardboard sea, But it wouldn't be make believe, If you believed in me. It is only a canvas sky, Sailing over a muslin tree, But it wouldn't be make believe, If you believed in me. [Chorus] Without your love, It's a honky tonk parade, Without your love, It's a melody played, At a penny arcade. It's a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony, As it can be, But it wouldn't be make believe, If you believed in me. [Chorus] It's a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony, As it can be, But it wouldn't be make believe, If you believed in me. It's a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony, As it can be, But it wouldn't be make believe, If you believed in me. |
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from Erin Mckeown - Sing You Sinners (2006)
Coucou, les rosiers fleurissent
Coucou, les rameaux verdissent Coucou, voici le printemps Coucou, le beau soleil brille Coucou, et les yeux des filles Coucou en font tout autant Que faites-vous, que faites-vous Encore a sommeiller Eveillez-vous, eveillez-vous, Le monde est transforme Coucou, ouvrez moi bien vite Coucou, mon coeur vous invite Coucou, il fait nous aimer Cadilla Cadilla Coucou veut dire bonjour Cadilla dilla dilla Cadilla Cadilla Coucou bonjour mon amour Que faites-vous, que faites-vous Encore a sommeiller Eveillez-vous, eveillez-vous, Le monde est transforme Coucou, ouvrez-moi bien vite Coucou, mon coeur vous invite Coucou, il fait nous aimer |
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from Erin Mckeown - Sing You Sinners (2006)
Oh melody!
Why won’t you come and visit me? What a pleasure it would be To have a little melody Oh melody! C'mon n sit upon my knee I promise not to be naughty But have a little melody Oh please don’t make me beg and plead Don't you know how flat my songs would be Without a melody! I guess a girl can see Why all the boys go fiddle-dee-dee Over a melody Oh, please don't make me beg and plead Don't you know how flat my songs would be Without a melody! Why won’t you get next to me? Oh, what a comfort you would be I just need a little melody Oh, melody! I'm not asking for a symphony Oh pretty girl, pretty please Can I have a little |
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from Erin Mckeown - Sing You Sinners (2006)
When I was young, I lived in a world of dreams
Of moods and myths and illusionary schemes Though now I'm much more grown up I fear that I must own up To the fact that I'm in doubt of What the modern cynics shout of They say it's spring, this feeling light as a feather They say this thing, this magic we share together Came with the weather too They say it's May, that's made me daft as a daisy It's May they say, that's made the whole world this crazy Heavenly hazy hue I'm a lark on a wing I'm the spark of a firefly's fling Yet to me this must be Something more than a seasonal thing Could it be spring, those bells that I can hear ringing? It may be spring, but when the robins stop singing You're what I'm clinging to Though they say it's spring It's you If poets sing that when a heart's sympathetic It may be spring, then poets' plights are pathetic But I'm poetic too They say it's spring, for lovers there's where the lure is That evil thing, for which September the cure is This, they are sure, is true Though I know that it's so That my fancy may turn in the spring With the right one in sight One can find a perpetual thing Did I need spring to bring the ring that you bought me? Though it was spring, that wondrous day that you caught me Darling I thought we knew That it wasn't spring ‘Twas you |
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from Erin Mckeown - Sing You Sinners (2006)
You sinners drop everything
Let that harmony ring Up to heaven and sing Sing you sinners Just wave your arms all about Let the Lord hear you shout Pour that music right out and Sing you sinners Wherever there's music The devil kicks He don't allow music By the river Styx You're wicked and all depraved You all misbehaved If you want to be saved Sing you sinners You sinners drop everything Let that harmony ring Up to heaven and sing Sing you sinners Just wave your arms all about Let the Lord hear you shout Pour that music right out Sing you sinners Wherever there's music The devil kicks He don't allow music By the river Styx You're wicked and you're depraved You all misbehaved If you want to be saved Sing you sinners C'mon and sing you sinners |
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from Erin Mckeown - Sing You Sinners (2006)
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia And lobsters come from Maine Well the wheat fields are the sweet fields of Nebraska And Kansas gets bo-nansas from the grain And old whiskey comes from old Kentucky Ain’t the country lucky New Jersey gives us glue And you, you come from Rhode Island Little old Rhode Island; it’s famous for you Cotton comes from Louisiana Gophers from Montana And spuds from Idaho Well they plough land in the cowland of Missoura Where most beef meant for roast beef Seems to grow And Grand canyons come from Coloradah Gold comes from Nevada But divorces also do And you, you come from Rhode Island Little old Rhode Island is famous for you Pencils come from Pennsylvania Vests from Vest Virginia And tents from Tent-a-see Well they know mink where they grow mink in Wyomink And a camp chair in new Hamp-chair that’s for me And minnows come from Minnow-sota Coats come from Dakota So why should you be blue? And you, you come from Rhode Island Don’t let ‘em ride Rhode Island It's famous for you Famous for you Famous for you |
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from Erin Mckeown - Sing You Sinners (2006)
When an irresistible force, such as you
Meets an old immovable object like me You can bet as sure as you live Something's gotta give Something's gotta give Something's gotta give When an irresistible smile, such as yours Warms an old implacable heart, such as mine Don't say no because I insist Somewhere, somehow, someone's gonna get kissed So en garde! Who knows what the fates have in store In their vast mysterious sky? I will try hard ignoring those lips I adore But how long can anyone try? Oh baby I'll fight, fight, fight, fight, fight it with all of our might Chances are some heavenly star spangled night We'll find out as sure as we live Something's gotta give Something's gotta give Something's gotta give So en garde! Now who knows what the fates have in store In their vast mysterious sky? I will try hard ignoring those lips I adore But how long can anyone try? Oh baby I'll fight, fight, fight, fight, fight it with all of our might Chances are some heavenly star spangled night We'll find out as sure as we live Something's gotta give Something's gotta give Something's gotta give Oh, something's gotta give something's gotta give Something's gotta give Oh, something's gotta give something's gotta give Something's gotta give |
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from Erin Mckeown - Sing You Sinners (2006)
It was just one of those things
Just one of those crazy flings One of those bells that now and then rings Just one of those things It was just one of those nights Just one of those fabulous flights A trip to the moon on gossamer wings Just one of those things If we'd thought a bit about the end of it When we started painting the town We'd have been aware that our love affair Was too hot not to cool down So good-bye, dear, and amen Here's hoping we meet now and then It was great fun But it was just one of those things It was just one of those things Just one of those crazy flings It was just one of those nights Just one of those fabulous flights A trip to the moon on gossamer wings Just one of those things |
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from Erin Mckeown - Sing You Sinners (2006)
Thanks for the boogie ride
I'm more than gratified I'm really satisfied Which only goes to prove You don't know until you glide Into the boogie ride How quickly you will fly Out of this world I like riding in jalopies Away from motorcycle cop-ies I like riding just like you do Along the chatanooga choo choo So let me thank you babe Thank you for the boogie ride It really was great Music played by solid senders Can set me off on dancing benders When I choo choo with my cutie Love to ride with a boogie So let me thank you babe Thank you for the boogie ride It really was great I like riding in jalopies Away from motorcycle cop-ies I like riding just like you do Along the chatanooga choo choo So let me thank you babe Thank you for the boogie ride It really was great Music played by solid senders Can set me off on dancing benders When I choo choo with my cutie Love to ride with a boogie So let me thank you babe Thank you for the boogie ride It really was great |
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from Erin Mckeown - Sing You Sinners (2006)
> Don't worry 'bout me
I'll get along Forget about me Just be happy my love Let's say that our little show is over And so the story ends Why not call it a day the sensible way And still be friends Look out for yourself That should be the rule Give your heart and your love To whomever you love Darlin' don't be a fool Why do we cling to this old faded thing That used to be So if you can forget Then don't worry 'bout me Why should we cling to some old faded thing That used to be So if you can forget Then you don't worry 'bout me |
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from Erin Mckeown - Distillation (2003)
I'm the kind of lover who won't run for cover
What kind of lover am I? C'mon, c'mon baby, I'm lovin', lovin' lazy What kind of lover am I? Now put my bed above us, then I learn to love us What kind of lover am I? I'm a little drinker, nervous and a stinker What kind of lover am I? Ooh, a little rulebreaker How do I break so well? Ah, a little rulebreaker If you break me, can you tell? In my plastic heart, forever for art What kind of lover am I? I don't say it I imply it, I'm the queen of quiet What kind of lover am I? Ooh, a little rulebreaker How do I break so well? Ah, a little rulebreaker If you break me, can you tell? I'm the kind of lover who won't run for cover What kind of lover am I? I'm the kind of lover who won't run for cover What kind of lover am I? What kind of lover am I? What kind of lover am I? |
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from Erin Mckeown - Distillation (2003)
Four and twenty blackbirds perched o'er the milhaus floor
Four and twenty blackbirds perched o'er the milhaus floor Watching a pair of blackbirds, a pair of blackbirds more Four and twenty blackbirds perched o'er the milhaus floor One blackbird to the other, "you must be my queen," Said one blackbird to the other, "say, say, say you must be my queen" Well, the other replied in turn, "well, sure enough you my king" Four and twenty blackbirds and two began to sing The queen she sang of milhaus rising to the sky The king he sang of riches baked in a honey pie Stick your finger in and taste it on the sly Sing a song of sixpence and a pocketful of rye The queen she asked that question, "what makes the milhaus rare?" The king replied in turn, "well, tonight it's you so fair" Four and twenty blackbirds too baked themselves to care Fly away you dainty dish, two blackbirds flew upstairs When that sun had risen, the rhyming it was through When that sun had risen, yeah, yeah the rhyming it was through Four and twenty blackbirds had rhymed that whole night through Fly away two blackbirds with nothing left to prove Now you count that blackbird lucky who first to fly away Bitter that taste left behind and the lonesome heart astray Pity not that blackbird, the blackbird who must stay For having tasted blackbird pie, baked and on display Four and twenty blackbirds Four and twenty blackbirds perched o'er the milhaus floor Watching a pair Watching a pair of blackbirds Watching a pair of blackbirds Pair of blackbirds more |
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from Erin Mckeown - Distillation (2003)
You know my secret, somebody told you didn't they?
I can tell by your voice And in the way We are awkward, mama, what did they say When they told you my secret anyway? The old heave-ho holds the old you don't know What to do, what to say Didn't they? You in your half-shirt and lies Me with the half-lit eyes What a pair, who would ever suspect? And could I care for polite When mama, I'm so frightened As a girl with a secret could be |
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from Erin Mckeown - Distillation (2003)
Estelle, I was your husband
Third in a group of three Well now, you twice the widowed I once did see A wedding bed like no other For it's turned to a funeral grave Truth is temperance and happiness warns Signposts on the road that is paved When the decent folks dance that two step revival Denial, deviation, temptation and trial Estelle, oh Estelle, what you loved you gave away Jesus says we die a little death for him every day Dot turned tricks upon the spoons Played piano with the other hand You the kid who liked life so much Look up, it's your wedding band Well the minister spoke, and the vows we took At that moment you were mine A falling took place afterward An explanation would take more time When the decent folks dance that two step revival Denial, deviation, temptation and trial Estelle, oh Estelle, what you loved you gave away Now, Jesus says we die a little death for him everyday Estelle, I took you home that night My wife above the common-law Laid it up like we always do In the hammock of our backyard Swinging like a rocking horse Cannonballing down a track We both found heaven right then You just chose not to come back But when the decent folks dance that two step revival Denial, deviation, temptation and trial Estelle, oh Estelle, oh Estelle, what you loved you gave away Jesus says we die a little Jesus says we die a little Jesus says we die a little death for him everyday |
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from Erin Mckeown - Distillation (2003)
I got the cocaine to keep me
Cocaine to keep me home My best buckaroos to the west coast have gone Oh, I could've bought a ticket I could've bought a ticket But what would I have done? With no lines in my pocket and a nose for the setting sun Well, I found a new cowboy I found a new cowboy I have something to do Oh, a fresh bed of roses to keep me amused He rode from Seattle On the trail from Seattle I heard he's done hard time But he brings back this bad girl some good boy, hometown 'shine. So sail away ladies Saddlesore maybe With a nose to the setting sun I'll be right behind you when the roses have had their run. Me and my cowboy Me and my cowboy Gonna ride ‘til we ride no more 'Til the cocaine calls and the cocaine becomes a chore So sail away ladies Saddlesore maybe With a nose to the setting sun I'll be right behind you when the roses have had their run. Baby's got blue skies up ahead Now, baby's got blue skies up ahead Blue skies up ahead So baby's got blue skies up ahead |
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from Erin Mckeown - Distillation (2003)
Hey fashion doll
Take off the wall for me Only me You all pretty, pretty With ribbons of indecision And your lips well disguised Hey fashion doll Wake up, wake up No one will see This is a moment we'll mark time by Say we did that when Say we did that why And the clothes do not make the man Desire is dressing up Daisy Prudence is putting on airs And in September was indulgence and fall So what makes us beautiful? Daisy is as Prudence does The fabric of seduction reveals Beauty just because Beauty just because You're straddling me Prudence she slowly, she takes off her Daisy she fumble and laughs And a meeting of the two is merely Desire is dressing up daisy Prudence is putting on airs And somewhere in the middle you fall You fall, you fall Hey fashion doll Well, you're straddling me |
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from Erin Mckeown - Distillation (2003)
Tonight woke I in a strange bed
Strange bedfellow, strange Tonight found I in a strange bed Strange bedfellow, strange Said it to me, "oh, you'll be all right" Oh, said it to me, "oh, you'll be all right" In a strange bed, in a strange bed Bedfellow strange Said it to me, what they've always said Said it to me, what I've always heard You're gonna make it You're gonna make it You're gonna make it girl You're gonna make it You're gonna make it You're gonna make it girl Girl, you sleep with success Girl, you sleep with success tonight Slept, I have, in beds of Middle America Life off the fat of the man I’m gonna go out tonight I’m gonna try, try to make it Live I as fast as I can Live I as fast I as can And I said to it, "success, I didn't Recognize you at first" But then I said to it, "success, You don't look the way I have Dreamed of you, Dreamed of you" "Well, not strange," said success, "To find me here tonight. Not strange," said success. "So, what say you to a bargain twixt You and I, success and life?" Wwhat say you to a bargain twixt You and I, success" And success it said to me "Forget about the beds of middle America You don't need the fat of the man Why don’t you sleep with me tonight? That's all you've got to do to make it And die as fast as we can Die as fast we as can." Well I said to it, "success, I Couldn't love you if I tried" Well I said to it, 'success, I Couldn't love you if I tried And I've tried and I've tried and I've tried" Something about success that lies Something about success that lies Lies next to me In a strange bed, a strange bed Bedfellow strange |
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from Erin Mckeown - Distillation (2003)
I have the worst apprehension
That you don't crave my attention But I can't force you to change your taste If you don't care to be nice, dear Just give me air, but not ice, dear Don't let a good fellow go to waste For this little sin that you commit at leisure You'll repent in haste If my heart gets in your hair You mustn't kick it around If you're bored with this affair You mustn't kick it around Even though I'm mild and meek When we have a brawl If I turn the other cheek You mustn't kick it at all When I try to ring the bell You never care for the sound The next guy may not do as well You mustn't kick it around If my heart gets in your hair You mustn't kick it around If you're bored with this affair You mustn't kick it around Even though I'm mild and meek When we have a brawl If I turn the other cheek You mustn't kick it at all When I try to ring the bell You never care for the sound The next guy may not do as well You mustn't, you mustn't kick it around |
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from Erin Mckeown - Distillation (2003)
Untie these strings from my heart
Won’t you untie these strings from my heart And when they're gone Well, I fall apart in your hands And I am undone Now you steal that pride from my steps Now you steal that pride from my steps And when it’s gone Well I fall, I fall at your feet And I am undone Open so rare that I find myself Wondrous and confused Open so rare that I find my self rapt in rare, rare delight You touch that stone, the stone that is my heart And you wish it gone, and you wish me undone Then I am undone Won’t you take these words from my heart And I can give only words from my heart And when they're gone, well I fall What were words anyway? And I am undone You touch that stone, the stone that is my heart And you wish it gone, you wish me undone Then I am undone Roll that stone from my heart Won’t you roll that stone from my heart And when it's gone You will see where I was laid And that I’m gone |
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from Erin Mckeown - Distillation (2003)
With a tool of my own invention
I cracked my own resolve Weighed it in my hand And struck myself hard And I felt you creep in to freeze and expand |
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from Erin Mckeown - Distillation (2003)
Oh, there's hope in poetry, comfort in fiction
Like the voice of Walt Whitman for example I have noticed something You will have noticed this too We cut the words off short We like either or We are the virgin and the whore You will have noticed this too So I am led to say purely for example, purely for survival And speaking of course from my own experience When I’m drunk it's easy When I’m sober I try not to love you so hard Will not love you so hard You will have noticed this too For you were on the other side In a San Francisco loft you couldn't pay for I could feel your heart beat through the floor boards I waved my hope around like a cheap flag Whose colours had faded Whose emblem was laughable What is whiskey in the morning but a clear path to the door? What would Uncle Walt say to the silent floorboard? Hope Hope |
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from Erin Mckeown - We Will Become Like Birds (2005)
He sun you can remove
The source will follow you But course, that will never do Additions you describe Of force, and compromise But let's not call them lies All that you refuse You always took a certain pleasure But certains things it's proved Move at a speed, defying measure Gravity and sound Came falling from your mouth When everything came out And all that you review You never found a single treasure But certain things it's proved Will escape whatever measure You weigh your words Didn't have to abort Spread before Everything you wanted And all that you refuse You always took a certain pleasure But certain things it's proved Move at a speed defying measure |
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| from Miss You Like Hell (Original Cast Recording) by Erin Mckeown, Quiara Alegria Hudes [ost] (2018) | |||||
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