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Make It Right
04:04
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Humming Lake
02:41
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That's Enough For Me
03:42
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That’s Enough For Me (3:42)
Sometimes it’s hard to be a friend in a world that’s ever changing
People come and people go when life starts rearranging.
You have done a lot for me in ways only you can
And that is why there’s something I’d like you to understand.
If all you’ve ever done for me is be there in my misery,
If all you’ve ever done for me is come when I call.
If all you do is take the time
To put your feelings on the line
Not knowing what I’ll say, not knowing what I’ll do.
If that is all that you will ever do.
I’ll always call you my friend.
I have done the giving and I have done the taking.
I have had the broken heart and I have done the breaking.
I have done a lot for friends and some have done for me.
And I believe that friendship is a great responsibility.
When the days are bright and clear, and the nights are cool and fine.
If you’re not standing by my side darlin’ I won’t mind
Cause If all you’ve ever done for me is be there in my misery . . .
[tacet]If that is all you’ll ever do for me. If that is all you will ever do ,
Then that’s enough for me. Yes, that’s enough for me.
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Daddy Was A Cowboy
03:20
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Daddy Was A Cowboy (3:20)
On the outskirts of town in a single wide,
Just mama and me And not much pride.
Whenever we’d go into town
No one said “hey”- They just looked down.
But daddy was cowboy, my daddy was a cowboy they say.
I found the picture I was lookin’ for
Buried in the bottom of her underwear drawer.
Long and lean in a pickup truck
Cigarette in his mouth And his sleeves rolled up.
Daddy was a cowboy. My daddy was a cowboy they say.
No one told me how he died
It must’ve been somethin’ big.
Maybe he died savin’ some young girl
From a wild horse stampede.
Or maybe the levee overflowed
And threatened to bury the town
Daddy lit the fuse and saved them all
Just before he drowned.
I guess it might’ve been that way
Cause Daddy was a cowboy.
My Daddy was a cowboy they say.
In and outta trouble since I been 10.
Didn’t like school- didn’t fit in.
Mama she went out late each night
didn’t come back ‘til morning light.
Never knew where she’d been away.
But daddy was a cowboy, My daddy was a cowboy they say.
I left home at just sixteen
Lookin’ for adventure - Chasin’ a dream.
‘long came a man in a pickup truck
cigarette in his mouth and his sleeves rolled up.
I hopped in and we pulled away.
Daddy was cowboy My daddy was cowboy they say.
Daddy was a cowboy, they say.
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5. |
One More Last Time
03:25
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One More Last Time (3:25)
I was young, just sixteen
Wet behind the ears, kinda green
How was I to know He said he loved me so?
Woke up one morning and he was gone,
Left me all alone in the cold, cruel, dawn.
I made up my mind. Won’t happen one more time.
Made me a vow on a Gideon Bible
This girl here, she’s not liable
To do it again. I was through with men.
It’s the last time, I’ll ever fall in love.
Years went by and I grew older,
The world it turned a little bit colder.
Lost all my pretences, Down went my defenses.
Found that I could not ignore a curly haired fella in a plaid fedora.
He was sweet. Knocked me off my feet.
woke up one morning and he was gone,
Left me all alone in the cold, cruel, dawn.
That is when I knew I was finally through
Made me a vow on a Gideon Bible
This girl here, she’s not liable To do it again.
I was through with men.
It’s the last time, I’ll ever fall in love.
When we’re young we can be forgiven
For actin’ wild and free
But Fool me once shame on you
Fool me
Now, I’m older than old enough to know better
twice, shame on me
Ain’t in the market for no letterman’s sweater.
Proved I can live without a man.
And if one left me at break of day
Well I’d be tired of him anyway.
Just like fish in the kitchen sink
After three days men start to stink.
I don’t need no Gideon Bible
This girl here, she’s mighty liable,
To do it again. Bring on the men.
I may be rusty but I’m solid gold
And a little bit of lovin’ never gets old
Give me one last time to never fall in love.
I’d like one more last time.
To never fall in love.
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He Believes in Love
03:35
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He Believes In Love (3:36)
He believes that bells can ring our whole lives long.
He believes in every single word of every sentimental song.
He believes that what he sees in a lover’s eyes is real
and that the things she tells him indicates just how she feels.
Something’s wrong between us that won’t go away.
It’s not is what we do, or in what we say.
The difference that’s between us , I just can’t ignore.
he believes in love and I don’t, anymore.
He believes that tender nights filled with blazing fire
symbolize a great deal more than yearning and desire.
And I believe infatuation, is just a wind that blows
doesn’t stay forever; simply comes and goes.
Something’s wrong between us that won’t go away.
It’s not is what we do or in what we say.
The difference that’s between us, I just can’t ignore.
he believes in love and I don’t, anymore.
I believe that he will always be my angel
flying me to places in his misty, loving eyes.
I believe that he will always hover near my shoulder,
whispering sweet nothings in the hope I’ll realize. But
Something’s wrong between us that won’t go away.
It’s not is what we do, or in what we say.
It’s just that I believe that love is rarely worth the cost
and he believes that love can save the lost.
Something’s wrong between us that cuts me to the core,
he believes in love and I don’t
He believes in love and I don’t.
I don’t believe in love, anymore.
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Snow Angel
03:08
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Snow Angel (3:09)
We were two freckled face kids on a farm in New England.
After a storm sometimes we’d slip out to the barn
And there on a blanket of new fallen snow
Flat on our backs, on the ground we would go
waving our legs and our arms in delight.
How I remember those nights!
Make a snow angel for me, make a snow angel for me
They’ll be no snow in the place where I go
Make a snow angel for me.
Remember the night when the blizzard
just buried our town?
There were no cars on the streets and all business shut down.
Out in the parking lot at the high school,
We didn’t care if we looked cool
Just two great big kids in the snow and the ice
When I am gone it would be nice if you’d
make a snow angel for me, make a snow angel for me
They’ll be no snow in the place where I go
Make a snow angel for me.
It’s darker than death tonight out here in the desert.
The air is too still and I’m feeling especially lost.
I took your picture out once more today
I shed a tear then I put it away
I sit all alone in this foreign land
But I know you can hear me, and I’ll bet that you can
make a snow angel for me, make a snow angel for me.
You are my sister, my friend, and my twin.
You know me best, outside and in,
We share the same hair, the same eyes, the same skin.
So after the chores you know where to go –
Out to the barn in the new-fallen snow
Just think of me as you wave to and fro
And make a snow angel for me.
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Peace
03:38
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Peace (3:39)
My hand is soft and small. My Daddy holds it close.
His eyes crinkle down, mine smile up.
And the world is rich and sweet, like cocoa made with cream
that Grandma serves me from a china cup.
And I’d like to give this memory
to all the hollow eyed and sad children of a thoughtless world.
And I can’t be silent ‘til the world is singing,
dancing to rhythms that will never cease.
I stumble in shadows searching for the sunlight.
I will be restless ‘til I see peace.
My Grandpa’s smile are sweet locked in that photograph.
His uniform is clean, his face unlined.
And I’d like to meet that smile but it left him on that day
he sailed across the sea to save mankind.
And I’d like to make it into a mask
for all the hollow eyed and sad survivors of a warring world.
And I can’t be silent . . .
The world’s in need of hope. It needs a brand new birth.
peace. Raise your voices sing - I will be restless ‘til I see peace.
Now my little well-fed child sleeps in my arms tonight.
I hope that he’ll grow up to understand that his comfort comes at quite a price.
Oh yes, they’re paying quite a price.
All the hollow-eyed and sad, children of a thoughtless world.
Turn our swords into plowshares
Hang our speasr upon the wall
Let us fight no more forever
Answer not the trumpet’s call
You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I will be restless til I see peace
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9. |
Travelin' Thru
04:42
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Travelin Thru (4:43)
There are songs about highways, ramblin’ boys who won’t settle down.
Gotta keep moving, there’s a girl in every town.
And songs about lonely, watching the West bound plane,
Tryin to get home, standing in the pouring rain.
Travelin through, seems the human race is always trying
To get to a different place
Travelin through, seems that we are seldom satisified.
The grass is always greener on the other side.
Reincarnation, the lowliest of the low
find consolation in know that we’ll grow
Our destination is a higher place
We will evolve, achieve a state of grace.
Travelin through . . .
I’ll put my mind to stayin’ and likin’ where I am
And the life I chose, lovin’ just one man.
And puttin’ down roots instead of chasin’ dreams
Cause the grass out there ain’t always what it seems.
Travelin through ….
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Waiting On Oblivion
03:15
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Waiting On Oblivion (3:15)
He’s a rock star. Got it all. Got the big car.
Got a mansion on a hillside.
Got his share of thrills.
Doesn’t matter. When his head starts to shatter,
he’s gotta drown the sound in alcohol and pills.
Can’t abide the chaos that he’s livin’ in.
Darkness comes along you know that he’ll be givin’ in
just to find some way to ease the strain.
He’s waiting on oblivion.
She’s a good mom. But she’s tickin’ like a time bomb.
House is like a jailor locking up her needs.
Orders out for pizza. Downs a quart of ice cream.
Snacks her way to midnight, swallowing her dreams.
She’s feeling so confined in the life that she’s living in.
Darkness comes along you know that she’ll be giving in
just to find some solace for the pain.
She’s waiting on oblivion.
Life is filled with such confusion
It can be hard to walk in the light
Sometimes we need a little help to
get us through the night.
He’s the good son. Does what needs to be done.
But inside he’s a sailor. Deep down he longs to roam.
Laces on his sneakers. Goes out to hit the pavement.
Wind in his ears makes him feel at home.
Feeling tired of the life that he’s
He’s waiting on oblivion –
Waiting on oblivion –
Waiting on oblivion
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Foolish Pleasure
04:28
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Keeps you from doing the things you want to do.
Kick back at your leisure, and pour yourself a great big measure
Of a little foolish pleasure it’s good for you.
Go grocery shopping with your jammies on
roll around naked on a new mown lawn
Do some things that grownups seldom do.
Sing a coupla stanzas of a silly song
Grab a friend, drag him a long
Share some foolish pleasures with him too.
Your job can get you down, turn your smile into a great big frown,
Pays the bills, your soul it does not feed.
Kick back at your leisure and pour yourself a great big measure
Of a little foolish pleasure, it’s what you need.
Drink all day from a garden hose, put jelly beans in your cheerios.
Croon yourself an old Sinatra tune.
Laugh so hard you cannot stop,
bay at the moon from a mountaintop,
Foolish pleasures just can’t come too soon
So you’re having a bad day? Here’s what I say to that:
Find your inner Mel Torme and break out in some scat
Play hopscotch with the neighbor girl, Give her hula hoop a whirl,
A little foolish pleasure’s where it’s at.
If your brain is fried, if someone hurts your pride,
Here’s the the drill, you know what to do:
Kick back at your leisure and pour yourself a great big measure
Of a little foolish pleasure, it’s good for you.
A little foolish pleasure’s good for you.
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Talk To Me
02:30
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Talk To Me (2:31)
There’s a young man at a café
Looking tenderly down at his new iphone.
See the young girl sitting across the way
hugging her Android looking so alone.
In a minute I suppose, he will send her a text message and propose.
It’s not my imagination our communication has gone to hell.
I suggest that we should talk you say
you need a walk I should text you or email.
How hard can it be? Look me in the eyes and talk to me.
I went to visit with a family
There was a daughter and a son and a mom and dad,
One was playing games on the tv
One was on her mobile, two on their new ipads.
They are aware I assume
That I’m standing there right with them in the same room.
I would like to look you in the eyes and tell you some things.
That’s the only way I’ll realize exactly what you’re feeling.
I say I would like to talk to
you so that we don’t misunderstand
Each other, let a little problem
Get totally out of hand
You say text me or call.
Or even better post it on my facebook wall.
It’s not my imagination our communication has gone to hell.
I suggest that we should talk you say
you need a walk I should text you or email.
How hard can it be?
Look me in the eyes and talk
Look me in the eye.
Look me in the eye-
If I suggest you meet me
Don’t tell me you’ll tweet me
Look me in the eye and talk to me.
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Jane Fallon Dunedin, Florida
Award winning songwriter whose literate lyrics are set to melodies in genres that include blues, country, western, fok and pop. Her voice has been called “smooth and mesmerizing” and Indie Music Magazine called her “powerful, inspirational, uplifting, delightful, and impressive . . . one of the good artists in a sea of soulless clutter.” ... more
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