Sympatico
By Tom Freund
You dreamed of horses carrying you wildly over to Mexico
More than anything you wanted to be free
But how many bandits seized your opportunity
By hitting you with a mundane arrow right through your side
I had a friend named "the gift of god"
He made it over to the other side
He had the glory of knowing that nothing could stop him
And he faced the crowd
I got it all mixed up in my head
With the robins blue and the bluebirds red
I got it all mixed up in my head
With the robins blue and the bluebirds red
Sympatico as they come
Yeah that’s been my problem all along
Sweet Jesus leave your door open for me
Cause I’m here and now and full of feeling
And I face the crowd . . .
© 2002 Tom Freund Surf Road
Music, ASCAP Produced
by Marvin Etzioni
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Troubled Friend
By Marc Platt
Are you
gonna flame out
Like the best and brightest often do
There's little room left here in this great big world for another one quite
like you
My
troubled friend
How will it all end
Does any cloud have a silver lining?
My troubled friend
Will you
leave your best work on the barroom stool?
Or are you gonna fade away?
And when that little one looks in your eyes
At the end of another long day
My
troubled friend
How will it all end
Just lay your head on that pillow and sleep
My troubled friend
Dream at
night
Close your eyes
The world will still be there
When you rise
My
troubled friend
How will it all end
You'll still be here when the smoke all clears
My troubled friend
© 1999
Marc Platt
Impossiblesongs, BMI
Produced by Jef Scott
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Undefined
By Heather Zir
I
don't want to lose the blues
You can't take that from me
And maybe this won't make you happy
And maybe nothings meant to be
And maybe you won't know the real me
I'm a criminal without a crime
A writer without a rhyme
A single one of a kind
A stranger in my own mind in this life of mine
I'm undefined, undefined, undefined
Between the liquor and the lovers
You slipped in to save me
While every other watched me bleed
How the hell do we know what we want when
we don't know
What we need oh baby you don't need me
You don't need a…
Criminal without a crime
A writer without a rhyme
A single one of a kind
A stranger in my own mind in this life of mine
I'm undefined undefined undefined.
© 2002 Heather Zir, BMI
Produced by Dan Marfisi
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Two Birds
By Jim Bianco
two birds staring at a stone
wondering why it was thrown
it missed 'em by a foot and a half
they button up their feathers and laugh
two birds staring at a stone
dumb dogs digging at a bone
scratching at the ground alone
when all the good meat is gone
still you see 'em carrying on
dumb dogs digging at a bone
you're breaking in another mans shoes
you're paying on another mans dues
any which way you choose
either way you do it you lose
backbone broken at the waist
makes it hard to stand up straight
but when you don't stand so tall
it hurts less when you fall
backbone broken at the waist
© 2002 Jim Bianco
Produced by Jim Bianco & Michael Starr
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Living In Van
Gogh
By Billy Kent
I catch myself in truth
Between thought and flow
Feeling good inside on my own
Floating on my thoughts like that child
On that summer day I used to know
Here I am Living in Van Gogh
Mystified by the calm
Words drop in like old friends
Others letting go
Here with a view
In my lovely Ghetto chateau
Writing on the flow
Like letters to Theo
Living in Van Gogh
On my own
Here with a view
Living here
Living in Van Gogh
Van Gogh, Van Gogh
© 2000
Billykent, KindSouLmusic,
ASCAP
Produced by Billykent
Basic tracks co-produced by George Landress
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Fading
Light
By Anne McCue
Turn the lights down low
I don't wanna see you
Going where the martyrs go
There you are
Drinking on your own again
A lonely bar
Waiting for an unknown friend
There you are
The devil's delight to play with you
'Drinks for the boys,
I'll have one too'
Into the dark your fading light
Your fading light
I've seen you in dreams
Clad in ruined splendour
Rising from the flames below
There you go you're crying on your own again
A lonely star crying for an unknown friend
There you go reliving your youth
Fragmented child disturbing abuse
Love's bitter ride it's a bitter ride
Put me on your runway
Fly me to your moon
Where is it you wanna get to?
There you are
Driving down the same highway
A beat up car Radio playing 'Yesterday'
There you are A vinyl refrain
A dashboard light
Your hands on the wheel
I see your light Your fading light
Your fading light
Copyright A.McCue 2002
ASCAP-APRA Milkman's Daughter Music
Administered by Bug Publishing
Produced by Anne McCue & Dan Marfisi
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Groovie Town
By Tim O'Gara
The Cadillac and the Singin' lark
hit me where it won't leave a mark
I've got a friend named Lilly Grace
she's famous now all over the place
In Groovie Town, Groovie Town
don't tell me we can't go down in Groovie Town
There's a pile of wheat and a pile of corn
six baby goats have just been born
there's cows to milk and there's logs for sawin'
someone elses job now, I'm gone
To Groovie Town, groovie Town
don't tell me we can't go down in Groovie Town
Trees are dieing of a fungus mite
I'll feed the roses dynomite
run a wire from the Palisades
all the way to the Everglades
to keep in touch in
Groovie Town, Groovie Town
don't tell me we can't go down in Groovie Town
Atlas Cyprus is dripping gray
I'll always love you anyway
I miss the way you lisp and drawl
I miss the mud, I miss it all
In Groovie Town, Groovie Town
don't tell me we can't go down in Groovie Town
If Tipper Gore had not been born
I'd be addicted to cyber porn
But since she was, and since I ain't
I'll lead an old Dan and ride an old Paint
Through Groovie Town, Groovie Town
don't tell me we can't go down to Groovie Town
On Wednesday night I ride with Jerry
we ride his ancient dromedary
he plays guitar and he's always cookin'
I'm like old Dan Tucker, I just stand there a'lookin'
In Groovie Town, Groovie Town
don't tell me we can't go down to Groovie Town
Late at night when I'm all alone
wish I was in a band like The Hot Cones
Later on when there's nothing to do
wish I was half as cool as Anne McCue
In Groovie Town, Groovie Town
Don't tell me we can't go down to Groovie Town.
© 2002 Tim O'Gara
BMI
Produced by Tim O'Gara
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"If"
by Marcella Detroit
I hope they never do a thing
To take it all away
Heaven help us all
If they ever make that mistake;
They can poison the air we breath
Destroy us all if they wanted to
But they can never take away
What I feel for you...
And if it was the end of the world
You're the one that I'd want to spend it with
If it was the end of it,
The end of the world
Buildings fall with time
We all pass with age
But my love is designed
Never to fade away
You know it when it's right
In your heart it rings true
It would never be the same
Living without you...
And if it was the end of the world
You're the one that I'd want to spend it with
If it was the end of it,
The end of the world;
If I had one wish,
If I only had one minute to live
In your arms is where I'd wanna spend it
If it was the end of the world
Sometimes it hurts how much I love you
But it would hurt me much more not to
You bring the meaning to my life;
And if it all had to end in a minute
I'd be alright just knowing you were in it
Without your love, who am I?
Who am I?
And if it was the end of the world
You're the one that I'd want to spend it with
If it was the end of it,
The end of the world;
If I had one wish
If I only had one minute to live
In your arms is where I'd wanna spend it
If it was the end of the world
© 2002 Marcella Detroit
BMG Music
Publishing/ASCAP
Produced by Jordan David & Marcella
Detroit
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Sorrow sittin’ in a
smoky saloon
Pain’s at the jukebox lookin’ for a happy tune
Nobody, Nobody sits with his only friend
The spirits are alive in these shots of gin
Forget-me-knots and twisted fates
Everyone here is some sort of bitter case
We’re callin’ the shots
We’re eatin’ the dice
Close your eyes, close your eyes
It’s gonna be, a nuclear sunrise
Chorus
Here’s to the moment
passed unnoticed
The clock stayed in focus
The joker forgot to laugh
Cheers to those without a past
The stories, the chatter
Cheers to things that don’t matter
These things, they don’t really matter…
Down came the glass
The lips triumphantly smacked
He cursed and he cursed
No one in this world had it worse
His laugh was chronic
His life was ironic
He forgot what he was saying
Downed a gin and tonic
His heart became a ghost town since Louise, she stopped comin’ around
And around and around in his mind she goes
Where she stopped, nobody knows…
Chorus
Once upon a time there
was a disruption
That led to my most fatal destruction
The cockroaches came out doin’ hideous dances
Solicitors on the bar, sellin’ dime store romances
We’re callin’ the shots
We’re eatin’ the dice
Close your eyes, close your eyes…
It’s gonna be a nuclear sunrise
Chorus
Here’s to the moment
passed unnoticed
The clock stayed in focus
The joker forgot to laugh
Cheers to those without a past
The stories, the chatter
Cheers to things that don’t matter
These things, they don’t really matter…
Lyrics and Music:
© 2001 Daveen DiGiacomo
Produced by Dan Marfisi
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Record
Playin’
By Regis McNicholas
Got a love like a
record playin’
Got a love like a record playin’
Got a love like a record playin’
My soul to you
(repeat)
Relax enjoy the day
Don’t go away
Got a feeling this time that you’re gonna be mine
And let your honesty
A girl like you has
always got to have her secrets
I always knew
That I could never share your secrets
Got a love like a
record playin’
Got a love like a record playin’
Got a love like a record playin’
My soul to you
Lay back the time
is here
Now I’m aware
Until now your mystery has eluded me like the air
A girl like you
Has always got to hold on to her secrets
I’d be a fool
To think that I could know your secrets
Got a love like a
record playin’
Got a love like a record playin’
Got a love like a record playin’
My soul to you
A girl like you
Has always got to have her secrets
I always knew
That I could never share your secrets
Got a love like a
record playin’
Got a love like a record playin’
Got a love like a record playin’
My soul to you
(repeat)
© 2002 Regis McNicholas
Produced by Jonathan Merrill
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Like Heaven To
Me
by Erik Christian
I woke up without you today
And I never felt alone quite like this
I followed you so far away
From everyone I love-I miss them
And now I'm so far from home
With nothing to show for my dreams
That little town I left behind
Looking back now it seems
Strangely enough like heaven to me
I know what my mother would say
Wherever you may go there you are
I know what my father would say
Don't give up my son I know it's hard
And now I'm so far from home
With nothing to show for my dreams
That little town I left behind
Looking back now it seems
Strangely enough like heaven to me
If this is how it's meant to be
I'm gonna have to find my way back
I'll turn and go so happily
Cause being here alone is nowhere yeah
And now I'm so far from home
With nothing to show for my dreams
That little town I left behind
Looking back now it seems
Strangely enough like heaven to me
© 2001
Erik Christian (ASCAP)
Produced by Erik Christian & Denny Weston Jr.
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Locked Away
by Jerry Wagers
Whilin' away the hours of an afternoon
Starin' out the window
It's gettin' dark out pretty soon
Where does all the time go
Think it's okay kinda doin' nothin
all day
Locked away, oh locked away
I know there's a world turning
outside
Let it roll without me
Don't wanna go anywhere I hide
I'm gonna be feeling allright
All alone with myself tonight
Locked away, oh locked away
Locked away, oh locked away
Maybe a phase I'm going through
But right now can't think about
Anything I'd rather do
Lying in bed watching shadows on the
wall
With the rain falling down
I don't care it's not that bad at all
And here on the ground
I'm doing fine without anything on my mind
Locked away, oh locked away
Locked away, oh locked away
©
2002 Jerry Wagers
Produced by Wally Brill & Paul Comuskey
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