Written by Mark Miller
Performed by Sawyer Brown
She turned up her nose as she walked by my cadillac
From the corner of my eye I saw you and you laughed
You were sittin' on the swing on your fron porch
Paintin' your nails like you were bored
And you yelled "She was sure impressed with you"
Chorus:
Well I ain't first class
But I ain't white trash
I'm wild and a little crazy too
Some girls don't like boys like me
Aww but some girls do
I yelled and asked if you would like a ride
When we pulled out of your yard I balled a tire
You was laughing at me, I was doing James Dean
You was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen
When you rolled your eyes and twirled my pink fur dice
Chorus
Well good ole' boys don't get no breaks
And rich boys think they got what it takes
But there's someone for each of us they say
Chorus x2
I said some girls do
You know some girls do
Like boys like me
You know some girls do
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Broken Heart for Sale
Written by Heather Myles
For sale: broken heart for sale.
Needs tender loving care; if you need a spare.
This broken heart's for sale.
Blue; if you like the shade of blue.
Make an offer: you can't lose.
I know it's tried and true.
You might find the missing pieces.
If you love it and don't leave it.
For sale: broken heart for sale.
Needs tender loving care; shows a little wear.
Got a broken heart for sale.
You might find the missing pieces.
If you love it and don't leave it.
For sale: broken heart for sale.
Needs tender loving care; shows a little wear.
Got a broken heart for sale.
Needs tender loving care; if you need a spare.
Got a broken heart for sale.
Needs tender loving care; if you need a spare.
This broken heart's for sale.
Blue; if you like the shade of blue.
Make an offer: you can't lose.
I know it's tried and true.
You might find the missing pieces.
If you love it and don't leave it.
For sale: broken heart for sale.
Needs tender loving care; shows a little wear.
Got a broken heart for sale.
You might find the missing pieces.
If you love it and don't leave it.
For sale: broken heart for sale.
Needs tender loving care; shows a little wear.
Got a broken heart for sale.
Needs tender loving care; if you need a spare.
Got a broken heart for sale.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Praise Him
Written by Fanny Crosby
Praise Him, praise Him! Jesus our blessed redeemer
Sing, O earth, His wonderful love proclaim!
Hail Him, hail Him! highest archangels in glory
Strength and honour give to His holy name
Like a shepherd, Jesus will guard His children
In His arms He carries them all day long
O ye saints that dwell in the mountains of Zion
Praise Him! praise Him! ever in joyful song
Praise Him, praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer
For our sins He suffered and bled and died
He, our Rock, our hope of eternal salvation
Hail Him, hail Him! Jesus the Crucified
Loving Saviour, meekly enduring sorrow
Crowned with thorns that cruelly pierced His brow
Once for us rejected, despised, and forsaken
Prince of glory, ever triumphant now
Praise Him, praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer
Heavenly portals loud with hosannas ring!
Jesus, Saviour, reigneth for ever and ever
Crown Him, crown Him! Prophet and Priest and King!
Death is vanquished, tell it with joy, ye faithful!
Where is now thy victory, boasting grave?
Jesus lives, no longer thy portals are cheerless
Jesus lives, the mighty and strong to save
Praise Him, praise Him! Jesus our blessed redeemer
Sing, O earth, His wonderful love proclaim!
Hail Him, hail Him! highest archangels in glory
Strength and honour give to His holy name
Like a shepherd, Jesus will guard His children
In His arms He carries them all day long
O ye saints that dwell in the mountains of Zion
Praise Him! praise Him! ever in joyful song
Praise Him, praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer
For our sins He suffered and bled and died
He, our Rock, our hope of eternal salvation
Hail Him, hail Him! Jesus the Crucified
Loving Saviour, meekly enduring sorrow
Crowned with thorns that cruelly pierced His brow
Once for us rejected, despised, and forsaken
Prince of glory, ever triumphant now
Praise Him, praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer
Heavenly portals loud with hosannas ring!
Jesus, Saviour, reigneth for ever and ever
Crown Him, crown Him! Prophet and Priest and King!
Death is vanquished, tell it with joy, ye faithful!
Where is now thy victory, boasting grave?
Jesus lives, no longer thy portals are cheerless
Jesus lives, the mighty and strong to save
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Tunnel of Love
Written by Mark Knopfler
Performed by Dire Straits
Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that I choose
Sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo
And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'll always tell you where I am
In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light
She had a ticket for the races, yeah just like me she was a victim of the night
I put my hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll
I had a one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul
And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And I'm just high on the world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love, yeah love
It's just a danger, and when you're riding at your own risk
She said you are the perfect stranger, she said baby just keep it like this
It's just a cakewalk twisting baby step right up and say
Hey mister give me two give me two now, 'cause any two can play
And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And I'm just high on the world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love, oooh love
Well it's been money for muscle another whirligig
Money for muscle and another girl I dig
Another hustle just to, just to make it big
And rockaway, rockaway, oh rockaway, rockaway
And girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the Spanish City to me when we where kids
Oh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the Spanish City to me when we where kids
Woh-la
Check it out
She took off a silver locket she said remember me by this
She put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss
And in the roar of dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away
I could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me stay
And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And I'm just high on this world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love, yeah love love
On the tunnel of love, oooh love love
And now I'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades
Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
In any shooting gallery where promises are made
To rockaway, rockaway... rockaway, rockaway
From Cullercoats and Whitley Bay out to rockaway
And girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the Spanish City to me when we where kids
Girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the Spanish City to me when we where kids
Performed by Dire Straits
Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that I choose
Sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo
And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'll always tell you where I am
In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light
She had a ticket for the races, yeah just like me she was a victim of the night
I put my hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll
I had a one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul
And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And I'm just high on the world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love, yeah love
It's just a danger, and when you're riding at your own risk
She said you are the perfect stranger, she said baby just keep it like this
It's just a cakewalk twisting baby step right up and say
Hey mister give me two give me two now, 'cause any two can play
And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And I'm just high on the world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love, oooh love
Well it's been money for muscle another whirligig
Money for muscle and another girl I dig
Another hustle just to, just to make it big
And rockaway, rockaway, oh rockaway, rockaway
And girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the Spanish City to me when we where kids
Oh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the Spanish City to me when we where kids
Woh-la
Check it out
She took off a silver locket she said remember me by this
She put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss
And in the roar of dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away
I could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me stay
And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And I'm just high on this world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love, yeah love love
On the tunnel of love, oooh love love
And now I'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades
Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
In any shooting gallery where promises are made
To rockaway, rockaway... rockaway, rockaway
From Cullercoats and Whitley Bay out to rockaway
And girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the Spanish City to me when we where kids
Girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the Spanish City to me when we where kids
Friday, July 27, 2012
I Want to be a Cowboy's Sweetheart
Written by Nancy Montana
Performed by Suzy Bogguss
I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart
I want to learn to rope and to ride
I want to ride o'er the plains and the deserts
Out west of that great divide
I want to hear the coyotes howlin'
While the sun sinks in the West
I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart
That's the life I love the best
(Yodeling)
I want to ride Old Paint goin' at a run
I want to feel the wind in my face
A thousand miles from all the city lights
Goin' a cowhand's pace
I want to pillow my head near the sleeping herd
While the moon shines down from above
I want to strum my guitar Od'da'le ee hee
Oh that's the life that I love
(Yodeling)
I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart
I want to learn to rope and to ride
I want to ride o'er the plains and the deserts
Out west of that great divide
I want to hear the coyotes howlin'
While the sun sinks in the West
I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart
That's the life I love the best
(Yodeling)
Performed by Suzy Bogguss
I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart
I want to learn to rope and to ride
I want to ride o'er the plains and the deserts
Out west of that great divide
I want to hear the coyotes howlin'
While the sun sinks in the West
I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart
That's the life I love the best
(Yodeling)
I want to ride Old Paint goin' at a run
I want to feel the wind in my face
A thousand miles from all the city lights
Goin' a cowhand's pace
I want to pillow my head near the sleeping herd
While the moon shines down from above
I want to strum my guitar Od'da'le ee hee
Oh that's the life that I love
(Yodeling)
I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart
I want to learn to rope and to ride
I want to ride o'er the plains and the deserts
Out west of that great divide
I want to hear the coyotes howlin'
While the sun sinks in the West
I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart
That's the life I love the best
(Yodeling)
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Grandpa (Tell Me 'Bout The Good Ol' Days)
Written by Jamie O'Hara
Performed by The Judds
Grandpa
Tell me about the good ol days
Sometimes it feels like
This worlds gone crazy
Grandpa
Take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy
(chorus)
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside eachother come what may
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddy's really never go away
But whoa whoa grandpa
Tell me bout the good ol days
Grandpa
Everything is changing fast
We call it progress
But I just don't know
And Grandpa
Let's wander back into the passed
And paint me the picture
Of long ago
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside eachother come what may
Was a promise something people kept
Not just something they would say
And then forget
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddys really never go away
But whoa whoa grandpa
Tell me bout the good ol days
Whoa whoa Grandpa
Tell me bout the good ol days
Performed by The Judds
Grandpa
Tell me about the good ol days
Sometimes it feels like
This worlds gone crazy
Grandpa
Take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy
(chorus)
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside eachother come what may
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddy's really never go away
But whoa whoa grandpa
Tell me bout the good ol days
Grandpa
Everything is changing fast
We call it progress
But I just don't know
And Grandpa
Let's wander back into the passed
And paint me the picture
Of long ago
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside eachother come what may
Was a promise something people kept
Not just something they would say
And then forget
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddys really never go away
But whoa whoa grandpa
Tell me bout the good ol days
Whoa whoa Grandpa
Tell me bout the good ol days
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Mr. Tanner
Written by Harry Chapin
Performed by Harry Chapin
Mister Tanner was a cleaner from a town in the Midwest.
And of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best.
But he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes.
He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows.
His friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat.
They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats.
But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
His friends kept working on him to try music out full time.
A big debut and rave reviews, a great career to climb.
Finally they got to him, he would take the fling.
A concert agent in New York agreed to have him sing.
And there were plane tickets, phone calls, money spent to rent the hall.
It took most of his savings but he gladly used them all.
But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
The evening came, he took the stage, his face set in a smile.
And in the half filled hall the critics sat watching on the aisle.
But the concert was a blur to him, spatters of applause.
He did not know how well he sang, he only heard the flaws.
But the critics were concise, it only took four lines.
But no one could accuse them of being over kind.
Mr. Martin Tanner, Baritone, of Dayton, Ohio made his
Town Hall debut last night. He came well prepared, but unfortunately
his presentation was not up to contemporary professional standards.
His voice lacks the range of tonal color necessary to make it
consistently interesting.
Full time consideration of another endeavor might be in order.
He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends.
Then he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again,
excepting very late at night when the shop was dark and closed.
He sang softly to himself as he sorted through the clothes.
Music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
(And) he did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
Performed by Harry Chapin
Mister Tanner was a cleaner from a town in the Midwest.
And of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best.
But he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes.
He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows.
His friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat.
They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats.
But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
His friends kept working on him to try music out full time.
A big debut and rave reviews, a great career to climb.
Finally they got to him, he would take the fling.
A concert agent in New York agreed to have him sing.
And there were plane tickets, phone calls, money spent to rent the hall.
It took most of his savings but he gladly used them all.
But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
The evening came, he took the stage, his face set in a smile.
And in the half filled hall the critics sat watching on the aisle.
But the concert was a blur to him, spatters of applause.
He did not know how well he sang, he only heard the flaws.
But the critics were concise, it only took four lines.
But no one could accuse them of being over kind.
Mr. Martin Tanner, Baritone, of Dayton, Ohio made his
Town Hall debut last night. He came well prepared, but unfortunately
his presentation was not up to contemporary professional standards.
His voice lacks the range of tonal color necessary to make it
consistently interesting.
Full time consideration of another endeavor might be in order.
He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends.
Then he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again,
excepting very late at night when the shop was dark and closed.
He sang softly to himself as he sorted through the clothes.
Music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
(And) he did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Hold Me Now
Written by Paul Gerard Buchanan and Robert Bell
Performed by the Thompson Twins
I have a picture pinned to my wall
An image of you and of me
And we're laughin' with love at it all.
Look at our life now
Tattered and torn
We fuss and we fight and delight in the tears
That we cry until dawn.
Oh
Oh
Hold me now. Oh
Warm my heart
Stay with me
Let lovin' start
Let lovin' start.
You say I'm a dreamer
We're two of a kind
Both of us searching for some perfect world
We know we'll never find.
So perhaps I should leave here
Yeah-yeah
Go far away
But you know that there's nowhere
That I'd rather be than with you here today.
Oh
Oh
Hold me now. Oh
Warm my heart
Oh
Hold me now. Oh
Warm my heart
You asked if I love you
What can I say?
You know that I do and that this is just one of those games that we play.
So I'll sing you a new song
Please
Don't cry anymore
I'll even ask your forgiveness though I don't know
Just what I'm asking it for.
Oh
Oh
Hold me now. Oh
Warm my heart
Oh
Hold me now. Oh
Warm my heart
Oh
Hold me now. Oh
Warm my heart
Oh
Hold me now. Oh
Warm my heart
Performed by the Thompson Twins
I have a picture pinned to my wall
An image of you and of me
And we're laughin' with love at it all.
Look at our life now
Tattered and torn
We fuss and we fight and delight in the tears
That we cry until dawn.
Oh
Oh
Hold me now. Oh
Warm my heart
Stay with me
Let lovin' start
Let lovin' start.
You say I'm a dreamer
We're two of a kind
Both of us searching for some perfect world
We know we'll never find.
So perhaps I should leave here
Yeah-yeah
Go far away
But you know that there's nowhere
That I'd rather be than with you here today.
Oh
Oh
Hold me now. Oh
Warm my heart
Oh
Hold me now. Oh
Warm my heart
You asked if I love you
What can I say?
You know that I do and that this is just one of those games that we play.
So I'll sing you a new song
Please
Don't cry anymore
I'll even ask your forgiveness though I don't know
Just what I'm asking it for.
Oh
Oh
Hold me now. Oh
Warm my heart
Oh
Hold me now. Oh
Warm my heart
Oh
Hold me now. Oh
Warm my heart
Oh
Hold me now. Oh
Warm my heart
Monday, July 23, 2012
Heart of the Matter
Written by Don Henley, Michael W Campbell and John David Souther
Performed by Don Henley
I got the call today
That I didn't wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old, true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone
She said you'd found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
And the struggles we went through
And how I lost me and you lost you
What are these voices outside love's open door
Make us throw off our contentment
And beg for something more?
I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again
I've been tryin' to get down
To the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about...forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
Ah...these times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
And people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age?
Ah...the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They're the very things - we kill I guess...
Ohh pride and competition
Cannot fill these empty arms
And the work I put between us
You know it doesn't keep me warm
I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
And the more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I'd figured out
I have to learn again
I've been trying to get down
To the heart of the matter
But everything changes
And my friends seem to scatter
But I think it's about...forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if, you don't love me anymore
There are people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride
You better put it all behind you baby; cause' life goes on
If you keep carryin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside, baby
I've been trying to get down
To the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me
I've been tryin' to get down
To the heart of the matter
Because the flesh will get weak
And the ashes will scatter
So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if, you don't love me...
Forgiveness (yeah)
Forgiveness (baby)
Forgiveness (ohh)
Forgiveness (ahh yeaaahhh)
Forgiveness (ohh)
Forgiveness
Even if, you don't love me anymore...
Performed by Don Henley
I got the call today
That I didn't wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old, true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone
She said you'd found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
And the struggles we went through
And how I lost me and you lost you
What are these voices outside love's open door
Make us throw off our contentment
And beg for something more?
I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again
I've been tryin' to get down
To the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about...forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
Ah...these times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
And people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age?
Ah...the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They're the very things - we kill I guess...
Ohh pride and competition
Cannot fill these empty arms
And the work I put between us
You know it doesn't keep me warm
I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
And the more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I'd figured out
I have to learn again
I've been trying to get down
To the heart of the matter
But everything changes
And my friends seem to scatter
But I think it's about...forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if, you don't love me anymore
There are people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride
You better put it all behind you baby; cause' life goes on
If you keep carryin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside, baby
I've been trying to get down
To the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me
I've been tryin' to get down
To the heart of the matter
Because the flesh will get weak
And the ashes will scatter
So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if, you don't love me...
Forgiveness (yeah)
Forgiveness (baby)
Forgiveness (ohh)
Forgiveness (ahh yeaaahhh)
Forgiveness (ohh)
Forgiveness
Even if, you don't love me anymore...
Sunday, July 22, 2012
I Can't Tell You Why
Written by Timothy B Schmit, Glenn Frey and Don Henley
Performed by The Eagles
Look at us baby, up all night
Tearing our love apart
Aren't we the same two people who live
through years in the dark?
Ahh...
Every time I try to walk away
Something makes me turn around and stay
And I can't tell you why
When we get crazy,
it just ain't to right,
(try to keep you head, little girl)
Girl, I get lonely, too
You don't have to worry
Just hold on tight
(don't get caught in your little world)
'Cause I love you
Nothing's wrong as far as I can see
We make it harder than it has to be
and I can't tell you why
no, baby, I can't tell you why
I can't tell you why
No, no, baby, I can't tell you why
I can't tell you why
I can't tell you why
Performed by The Eagles
Look at us baby, up all night
Tearing our love apart
Aren't we the same two people who live
through years in the dark?
Ahh...
Every time I try to walk away
Something makes me turn around and stay
And I can't tell you why
When we get crazy,
it just ain't to right,
(try to keep you head, little girl)
Girl, I get lonely, too
You don't have to worry
Just hold on tight
(don't get caught in your little world)
'Cause I love you
Nothing's wrong as far as I can see
We make it harder than it has to be
and I can't tell you why
no, baby, I can't tell you why
I can't tell you why
No, no, baby, I can't tell you why
I can't tell you why
I can't tell you why
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Something To Do
Written by Martin Lee Gore
Performed by Depeche Mode
My little girl
Won't you come with me
Come with me
And tell me
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
I'm going crazy with boredom
Come with me
Tell me
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Grey sky over a black town
I can feel depression
All around
You've got your leather boots on
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
I can't stand another drink
It's surprising this town
Doesn't sink
You've got your leather boots on
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Your pretty dress is oil stained
From working too hard
For too little
You've got your leather boots on
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
You're feeling the boredom too
I'd gladly go with you
I'd put your leather boots on
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Performed by Depeche Mode
My little girl
Won't you come with me
Come with me
And tell me
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
I'm going crazy with boredom
Come with me
Tell me
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Grey sky over a black town
I can feel depression
All around
You've got your leather boots on
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
I can't stand another drink
It's surprising this town
Doesn't sink
You've got your leather boots on
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Your pretty dress is oil stained
From working too hard
For too little
You've got your leather boots on
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
You're feeling the boredom too
I'd gladly go with you
I'd put your leather boots on
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Is there something to do
Friday, July 20, 2012
September Skies
Written by Brian Setzer, William Carter, Christine Schmidt, and Ruth Ellsworth
Performed by The Brian Setzer Orchestra
September Skies
Funny how that memory
Never dies
And when that first leaf falls
Days turn cold, nights grow long
Like an old Sinatra song
And every year right about this time
I wind up here wishing that winds of fate
Would bring you back to me
Beneath September Skies
I should've known better
Than to count on the weather
Summer's long gone, still holdin' on
A fool pretendin' that love's never ending
With the first sign of fall, I still recall
September Skies
The autumn melody clouds my eyes
And I'll never see, why you're gone
And I dream all alone
Beneath Setember Skies
I should've known better
Than to count on the weather
Summer's long gone, still holdin' on
A fool pretendin' that love's never ending
With the first sign of fall, I still recall
September Skies
The autumn melody clouds my eyes
And I'll never see, why you're gone
And I dream all alone
Beneath September Skies
Performed by The Brian Setzer Orchestra
September Skies
Funny how that memory
Never dies
And when that first leaf falls
Days turn cold, nights grow long
Like an old Sinatra song
And every year right about this time
I wind up here wishing that winds of fate
Would bring you back to me
Beneath September Skies
I should've known better
Than to count on the weather
Summer's long gone, still holdin' on
A fool pretendin' that love's never ending
With the first sign of fall, I still recall
September Skies
The autumn melody clouds my eyes
And I'll never see, why you're gone
And I dream all alone
Beneath Setember Skies
I should've known better
Than to count on the weather
Summer's long gone, still holdin' on
A fool pretendin' that love's never ending
With the first sign of fall, I still recall
September Skies
The autumn melody clouds my eyes
And I'll never see, why you're gone
And I dream all alone
Beneath September Skies
Thursday, July 19, 2012
I Guess It Never Hurts To Hurt Sometime
Written by Randy Van Warmer
Performed by Oak Ridge Boys
Sometimes I feel a wave
Of a past break in my mind
And I know it's gone for good
And it makes me want to cry
Is this all we get to keep
As the years go rollin' by
Just a memory
For all the days gone by.
Performed by Oak Ridge Boys
Sometimes I feel a wave
Of a past break in my mind
And I know it's gone for good
And it makes me want to cry
Is this all we get to keep
As the years go rollin' by
Just a memory
For all the days gone by.
Chorus:
Oh you're always in my heart
And you're often on my mind
I will never let it die
Just as long as I'm alive
Sometimes it makes me sad
That we never said goodbye
Oh I guess it never hurts
To hurt sometimes.
You try and hold on to the moment
But time won't let you stay
But for every step you take
You lose something on the way
You can't look forward to tomorrow
And still hold on to yesterday
Oh I hope that you can hear me
When I'm saying
(Chorus)
Oh you're always in my heart
And you're often on my mind
I will never let it die
Just as long as I'm alive
Sometimes it makes me sad
That we never said goodbye
Oh I guess it never hurts
To hurt sometimes.
You try and hold on to the moment
But time won't let you stay
But for every step you take
You lose something on the way
You can't look forward to tomorrow
And still hold on to yesterday
Oh I hope that you can hear me
When I'm saying
(Chorus)
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Ready To Run
Written by Marcus Hummon and Martha Seidel
Performed by the Dixie Chicks
When the train rolls by
I'm gonna be ready this time
When the boy gets that look in his eye
I'm gonna be ready this time
When my momma says I look good in white
I'm gonna be ready this time
Oh yeah
Ready, ready, ready, ready...ready to run
All I'm ready to do is have some fun
What's all this talk about love
I feel the wind blow through my hair
I'm gonna be ready this time
I'll buy a ticket to anywhere
I'm gonna be ready this time
You see it feels like I'm starting to care
And I'm going to be ready this time
Oh yeah
Ready, ready, ready, ready...ready to run
All I'm ready to do is have some fun
What's all this talk about love
I'm ready to run...I'm ready to run
Oh
Ready, ready, ready, ready...ready to run
All I'm ready to do is have some fun
What's all this talk about love
I'm ready to run
I'm ready to run
I'm ready to run
I'm ready to run...ready to run...
Ready to run...yeah I'm ready to run. I'm ready
Whoa I'm ready to run...I'm ready...I'm ready to run...
I'm ready to run...I'm ready
Oh I'm ready to run..I'm ready.
Performed by the Dixie Chicks
When the train rolls by
I'm gonna be ready this time
When the boy gets that look in his eye
I'm gonna be ready this time
When my momma says I look good in white
I'm gonna be ready this time
Oh yeah
Ready, ready, ready, ready...ready to run
All I'm ready to do is have some fun
What's all this talk about love
I feel the wind blow through my hair
I'm gonna be ready this time
I'll buy a ticket to anywhere
I'm gonna be ready this time
You see it feels like I'm starting to care
And I'm going to be ready this time
Oh yeah
Ready, ready, ready, ready...ready to run
All I'm ready to do is have some fun
What's all this talk about love
I'm ready to run...I'm ready to run
Oh
Ready, ready, ready, ready...ready to run
All I'm ready to do is have some fun
What's all this talk about love
I'm ready to run
I'm ready to run
I'm ready to run
I'm ready to run...ready to run...
Ready to run...yeah I'm ready to run. I'm ready
Whoa I'm ready to run...I'm ready...I'm ready to run...
I'm ready to run...I'm ready
Oh I'm ready to run..I'm ready.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
D-I-V-O-R-C-E
Written by Michael Arnold Kamen
Performed by Tammy Wynette
Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man
So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand
Like T-O-Y or maybe S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E
But the words we're hiding from him now
Tear the heart right out of me.
Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today
Me and little J-O-E will be goin' away
I love you both and this will be pure H-E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.
Watch him smile, he thinks it Christmas
Or his 5th Birthday
And he thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y spells fun or play
I spell out all the hurtin' words
And turn my head when I speak
'Cause I can't spell away this hurt
That's drippin' down my cheek.
Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today
Me and little J-O-E will be goin' away
I love you both and this will be pure H-E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.
Performed by Tammy Wynette
Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man
So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand
Like T-O-Y or maybe S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E
But the words we're hiding from him now
Tear the heart right out of me.
Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today
Me and little J-O-E will be goin' away
I love you both and this will be pure H-E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.
Watch him smile, he thinks it Christmas
Or his 5th Birthday
And he thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y spells fun or play
I spell out all the hurtin' words
And turn my head when I speak
'Cause I can't spell away this hurt
That's drippin' down my cheek.
Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today
Me and little J-O-E will be goin' away
I love you both and this will be pure H-E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
It's A Great Day
This shows that I am spending too much time watching my daughters' shows.
Written by ?
Performed by the Fresh Beat Band
Goes a little something like this, COME ON!
Laaa, la, la, la, la, laaa. Laa, la, la, la, la, la.
We had a great day.
It was a super way to spend some time together.
We had a great day. The very best day.
And nothing could be better.
All the music we'll play.
It's always a great day.
And nothing could be better.
Anytime we get together.
We had a great day.
It was a super way to spend some time together.
We had a great day.
The very best day. And nothing could be better.
We'll sing and we'll play. We'll kick it our way.
We'll hip hop and pop. The music party won't stop (STOOOP)!
Hey, melody. Can I have hamburgers?
Okay, twist eats and eats.
Yum!
We had a great day.
It was a super way to spend some time together.
We had a great day. The very best day.
And nothing could be better.
Goes a little something like this, COME ON! Laa, la, la, la, la, la. Laa, la, la, la, la, la.
Written by ?
Performed by the Fresh Beat Band
Goes a little something like this, COME ON!
Laaa, la, la, la, la, laaa. Laa, la, la, la, la, la.
We had a great day.
It was a super way to spend some time together.
We had a great day. The very best day.
And nothing could be better.
All the music we'll play.
It's always a great day.
And nothing could be better.
Anytime we get together.
We had a great day.
It was a super way to spend some time together.
We had a great day.
The very best day. And nothing could be better.
We'll sing and we'll play. We'll kick it our way.
We'll hip hop and pop. The music party won't stop (STOOOP)!
Hey, melody. Can I have hamburgers?
Okay, twist eats and eats.
Yum!
We had a great day.
It was a super way to spend some time together.
We had a great day. The very best day.
And nothing could be better.
Goes a little something like this, COME ON! Laa, la, la, la, la, la. Laa, la, la, la, la, la.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Private Idaho
Written by Fred Schneider, Keith Strickland, Ricky Wilson, Cindy Wilson, Kate Pierson
Performed by the B-52s
Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo
You're living in your own Private Idaho
Living in your own Private Idaho
Underground like a wild potato.
Don't go on the patio.
Beware of the pool,
Blue bottomless pool.
It leads you straight
Right through the gate
That opens on the pool.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the path, beware the gate,
Watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways".
Don't let the chlorine in your eyes
Blind you to the awful surprise
That's waitin' for you at
The bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool.
You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho.
You're out of control, the rivers that roll,
You fell into the water and down to Idaho.
Get out of that state,
Get out of that state you're in.
You better beware.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the patio,
Keep off the path.
The lawn may be green
But you better not be seen
Walkin' through the gate that leads you down,
Down to a pool fraught with danger
Is a pool full of strangers.
You're living in your own Private Idaho,
Where do I go from here to a better state than this.
Well, don't be blind to the big surprise
Swimming round and round like the deadly hand
Of a radium clock, at the bottom, of the pool.
I-I-I-daho
I-I-I-daho
Woah oh oh woah oh oh woah oh oh
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Get out of that state
Get out of that state
You're living in your own Private Idaho,
Livin in your own Private Idaho.
Performed by the B-52s
Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo
You're living in your own Private Idaho
Living in your own Private Idaho
Underground like a wild potato.
Don't go on the patio.
Beware of the pool,
Blue bottomless pool.
It leads you straight
Right through the gate
That opens on the pool.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the path, beware the gate,
Watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways".
Don't let the chlorine in your eyes
Blind you to the awful surprise
That's waitin' for you at
The bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool.
You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho.
You're out of control, the rivers that roll,
You fell into the water and down to Idaho.
Get out of that state,
Get out of that state you're in.
You better beware.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the patio,
Keep off the path.
The lawn may be green
But you better not be seen
Walkin' through the gate that leads you down,
Down to a pool fraught with danger
Is a pool full of strangers.
You're living in your own Private Idaho,
Where do I go from here to a better state than this.
Well, don't be blind to the big surprise
Swimming round and round like the deadly hand
Of a radium clock, at the bottom, of the pool.
I-I-I-daho
I-I-I-daho
Woah oh oh woah oh oh woah oh oh
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Get out of that state
Get out of that state
You're living in your own Private Idaho,
Livin in your own Private Idaho.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Sanctuary
It's been a long time since I posted, and hopefully my life is slowing down to be able to keep up.
Written by John Thompson and Randy Scruggs
Performed by Randy Rothwell
Lord prepare me
to be a sanctuary
pure and holy,
tried and true.
With thanksgiving,
I'll be a living
sanctuary for you.
Written by John Thompson and Randy Scruggs
Performed by Randy Rothwell
Lord prepare me
to be a sanctuary
pure and holy,
tried and true.
With thanksgiving,
I'll be a living
sanctuary for you.
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