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Blame it on the Fog
03:44
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Blame it on the Fog
Am I too late for the morning? Am I too late for the day?
Am I too late for breakfast, made your special way?
Well I fell into the fog of a real sweet dream
and I couldn’t get out of bed.
And I blame it on the fog.
Am I too late for dinner? Am I too late for a glass of wine?
Did I miss all the dessert? Is it way past dinner time?
I was driving in circles when the fog came in
and I just couldn’t find my way.
And I blame it on the fog.
When the fog rolls in and it fills up my brain,
it blankets my heart and it dampens my pain.
It makes me want to cuddle, it makes me want to sleep,
it makes me feel blue, it makes me feel deep.
I wrap my arms around it and I can’t let go,
let it seep into my soul real slow. And I blame it on the fog.
Am I too late for springtime?
Am I too late for the birds and the bees?
Am I too late to be planting some of those catalog seeds.
Well I sank into the winter, watching the fog,
built a fire, threw on another log. And I blame it on the fog.
When the fog rolls in and it fills up my brain,
it blankets my heart, and it makes me insane.
It makes me want to cuddle, it makes me want to sleep,
it makes me feel blue, it makes me feel deep.
I wrap my arms around it and I won’t let go,
let it seep into my soul real slow. And I blame it on the fog.
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Winter in my Soul
04:53
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I’m feeling like I just can’t stand the rain.
I’m feeling like I just can’t stand the rain.
You say the sun is shining, but it’s not lightening my pain.
I’m feeling like I just can’t stand the dark.
I’m feeling like I just can’t stand the dark.
You tell me that it’s morning, but it’s midnight in my heart.
Maybe tomorrow everything will be just fine.
Maybe tomorrow the sunshine will be mine.
But today, it’s just not time.
I’m feeling like I just can’t take the cold.
I’m feeling like I just can’t take this cold.
You tell me that it’s summer, but it’s winter in my soul.
Maybe tomorrow everything will be OK.
Maybe tomorrow it’ll be a better day.
Maybe tomorrow, but not today.
I’m feeling like I just can’t stand the cold….
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That's Life
03:19
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What's that light in the sky, and
what's that spark in your eye, and
What's that burning inside, and
what's that need to know why.
It's not the wine, it's not nicotine, it's life.
Holy guacamole, Batman, what are you saying?
Phony pepperoni, what game are you playing?
How'd you put the kitten-ness in the kittens?
There’s no way to tell from where I’m sitting.
I don't know, all I know is that's life.
What's that get up and go, and
what's that rosy glow, and
what's that fire down below, and
what's that funny bone.
It's not the sugar, it's not the caffeine, it's life.
Holy guacamole, Batman, what's that you're smokin'?
Phony pepperoni, Robin, what were you tokin'?
How'd you put the kitten-ness in the kittens?
I can’t tell from where I’m sitting.
I don't know, all I know is that's life…
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Waiting for the right words to come.
Waiting for the right words to come.
You don’t know what you’re really going to say
until the words are done.
Walking down the street,
you see someone you might want to meet.
Walking down the street,
you see someone you might want to meet.
You want to know what’s coming out of your mouth
before you move your feet.
Stopped by a cop, you must have been going too fast.
Stopped by a cop, you must have been going too fast.
Be careful what you’re going to say if you want to get past.
Waiting….
You made your honey mad,
it must have been something you said.
You made your honey mad,
it must have been something you said.
You want to figure out the right thing to say
before it’s time for bed.
Waiting….
And I’ll stop waiting for the right words to say because this song is too long.
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Disconnected, Operator. Disconnected again.
Disconnected, Operator. I'm disconnected again.
I thought I was keeping in touch, but I had the wrong number.
Can you pull us together, can you make it alright?
Can you find all the threads and knit them up tight?
Can you find me the number I was supposed to call?
Can you find me any number at all?
Can you hear me? Can you hear me now, Operator?
Disconnected, Operator. Disconnected again.
Disconnected, Operator. I'm disconnected again.
I thought I was in touch with myself,
but I had the wrong number.
Can you pull me together, can you make it alright?
Can you find all the wires and plug them in tight?
Can you find me the number where I was supposed to be? Can you look it up with your Caller ID?
Can you hear me? Can you hear me now, Operator?
Disconnected, Operator. Disconnected again.
Disconnected, Operator. I'm disconnected again.
I thought that when I dialed zero I'd get an operator.
Can I pull it together, can I figure out what's right?
Can I find what's important and keep it in sight?
Can I locate the signal and tune it in?
Can I stay in touch with where I've been?
Can I hear you, can I hear you now, Operator?
I can pull it together, I can figure out what's right.
I can find what's important and keep it in sight.
I can locate the signal and tune it in.
I can stay in touch with where I've been.
I can hear you, I can hear you now, Operator.
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Falling Back
02:43
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Cracks in a sidewalk, lines on a face, rings in a tree trunk, roots in this place…
Cracks in a sidewalk, lines on a face, rings in a tree trunk, roots in this place… Bring me…
Back to the place where I lived before.,
back where I know where there’s a key to the door.
Back where the faces look like mine,
back where I fall back into time.
Back, I’m falling back, falling back.
Ice on a sidewalk, lines in my face,
names in the tree bark, blood in this place…
Ice on a sidewalk, lines in your face,
names in the tree bark, love in this place… Pull me..
Back to the place where my blood runs deep,
back where I fall into dreamless sleep,
Back where the attic smells like books,
back where they sometimes give me funny looks.
Back, I’m falling back, falling back.
Hills without sidewalks, redwood trees, views of the sunset, feels like peace… It’s good to be…
Back to the place where I live today,
back to the place where the kittens play.
Sometimes seems like the end of the earth,
but I’m never far from the place of my birth.
Back, falling back, falling back.
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Let Me Cook You Dinner
03:58
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Let me cook you dinner babe, all your favorite foods.
I want to cook you dinner ‘cuz I’m in love with you.
And if I cook you dinner then I think you’ll love me too.
I’ll put out some wine and I’ll put out some cheese.
Then I’ll look through all my favorite recipes.
‘Cuz if you like this dinner then I think you’ll stay with me.
We’ll start with hot soup and some warm bread too.
And I’ll make a salad since I know you like that green food.
But don’t fill up ‘cuz I’ve got lots more for you.
When I cook your entrée gonna make it nice and hot.
When I make your dinner there’s lots of spice in the pot.
And once you eat this dinner I think you’ll like me a lot.
Don’t forget the dessert I can hear you say.
I know you like your dessert almost every day.
And if you like my dessert too then I think you’ll let me stay.
And if you like my dessert too then I know I’ll let you stay.
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Heart-Breaking
03:17
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Unhappy together, unhappy apart. Why can’t we stay together, why can’t we stay apart.
It’s a heart-breaking affair of the heart.
Stay with me, I can’t stay with you.
Stay with me, I can’t stay with you.
I wanna be me, I don’t wanna be you,
so stay with me cuz I can’t stay with you.
Sometimes one and one makes two
sometimes it just makes you blue.
(repeat Chorus)
I want to be with you, I want to be alone.
I want to go out, I want to stay home.
I’m a home-body, I’m a rolling stone.
I want to be with you, I want to be alone.
It’s driving me crazy being together alone.
(Chorus)
Why can’t we stay together, why can’t we still be friends.
Why can’t we get together on the weekends.
Why can’t we stay together, why can’t we still be friends.
Why can’t we get together on the weekends.
I don’t know whether we’re together or if this is the end.
(Chorus)
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Lend me your ear, I need someone to hear me.
Come over here, sit someplace near me.
If I have your ear, I can be me.
Give me your arm, I need something to lean on.
With a little support, I have something to dream on.
If I have your arm, I can be me.
Sure, I'm self-sufficient, for a day, or even two.
But you and I both know what's true;
that for me to be me, I need you.
Give me your shoulder, I need something to cry on.
As we get older, you're the one I can rely on.
If I have your shoulder, I can be me.
Sure, I'm self-sufficient, for a day, or even two.
But you and I both know what's true;
that for me to be me, I need you.
Give me your hand, then I can make a stand.
If I'm holding your hand in mine,
I know I can make a stand.
You're all I need to be me.
Sure, I'm self-sufficient, for a day, or even two.
But you and I both know what's true; for me to be me,
I need you.
I know I'm self-sufficient, for a day or even two.
But you and I both know what's true.
For me to be me, yes for me to be me,
yeah yeah for me to be me, I need you, you, you, you...
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10. |
Can't Stay Awake
02:46
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Just flew in from Barcelona. Sun’s shining like a super-nova.
Roasting in the taxi coming over;
kittens at the door are looking older.
Just flew in from Barcelona,
and I can’t stay awake on a Saturday night.
Wide awake at four and it’s still dark.
Cats are thinking it’s a lark.
Still have some Euros in my pocket.
Wanna spend them on some Spanish hot chocolate.
I was wide awake at four when it’s still dark,
so I can’t stay awake on a Saturday night.
Ready to eat a bocadillo, then a potato tortilla.
Finally got me some tapas,
topped them off with a cream-puff from Beard Papa’s.
Went and ate a bocadillo,
but I still can’t stay awake on a Saturday night.
Just flew in from Barcelona. Sun’s shining like a super-nova.
Roasting in the taxi coming over;
kittens at the door are looking older.
Just flew in from Barcelona,
and I can’t stay awake on a Saturday night.
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It's Hot
04:21
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I’m sitting in the living room as still as can be.
The cats are here too but they won’t sit with me.
There’s one over here and there’s one over there;
we’re all spread out in our separate chairs.
With one thing we’re feeling, one common thought, it’s hot
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But I see something sneaking in on cats’ feet
that’s gonna fix it.
What’s rolling in from the west is not so hot;
that’s just the ticket.
It’s not a super-hero that will make us feel better;
It’s a cool marine layer that’ll make you need a sweater.
Come on, bring it on, bring the fog because it’s hot.
There’re no more ice cubes for my lemonade.
It doesn’t seem to help if I’m sitting in the shade.
If I open up the windows hot air blasts in;
if I close them all up I’ll bake in my skin.
I should be doing something but, maybe not, ‘cuz it’s hot.
But I see something sneaking in on cats’ feet
that’s gonna fix it.
What’s rolling in from the west is not so hot;
that’s just the ticket.
It’s not a super-hero that will make us feel better;
It’s a cool marine layer that’ll make you need a sweater.
Come on, bring it on, bring the fog because it’s hot.
I’m sitting in the living room as still as can be.
The cats are here too but they won’t sit with me.
There’s one over here and there’s one over there;
we’re all spread out in our separate chairs.
With one thing we’re feeling, one common thought,
just one thing we’re feeling, we have one common thought, there’s one thing we’re feeling, one common thought,
that it’s hot.
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50 Times 50
02:51
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There's a diamond in my heart in this locket, and a
pipe-cleaner parrot in my pocket,
and life is good and home is where my story begins.
Books and music as good as a B.B. King concert,
travel magazines in the mailbox and
My own movie like one big hug to hold my heart in.
And I'm 50 times 50 times 50 times 50 times blessed.
Yes I'm 50 times 50 times 50 times 50 times blessed.
A suite is a luxury suite when it's filled with good friends.
And 50 years are rich when filled with people like them.
It doesn't hurt if the team whose clothes
I'm wearing wins in the end.
Because I'm 50 times 50 times 50 times 50 times blessed.
Yes I'm 50 times 50 times 50 times 50 times blessed.
I have someone to fall asleep with
and to welcome the day with….
Smoke and Shiraz, well, they're not Molly
but they're really fun to play with.
And there's so much I'm grateful for I can't even say.
Because I'm 50 times 50 times 50 times 50 times blessed.
Yes I'm 50 times 50 times 50 times 50 times blessed.
How'd I get to be I'm 50 times 50 times blessed.
All I know is that I’m 50 times 50 times 50 times 50 times blessed.
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Home-brewed, lo-fi music for grown-ups: making music for fun and non-profits.
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