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...

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.