It’s All Down To This

And it’s all down to this

Love letters that don’t exist

A prize fighter with bloody mits

Fancy foot work with a bit of a twist

Down for the count and not counting on this

He went down like Sonny Liston did

Longing for a long distance kiss

 

Martin and Lewis

When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis the martinis were dry

Unlike the kiss she blew us at the Sapphire last night

 

Six silver bullets ring out across the Nevada sky

Death Valley never seemed so alive

Tone slingers and tone deaf singers on a return Delta flight

She’s in for some drama tonight

 

When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis the martinis were dry

Unlike the kiss she blew us at the Sapphire last night

 

Clark County Fire Department on a Sunday Afternoon

And Everybody’s hanging at the pool

All except for Britney, she’s down at the Double Down Saloon

She’s looking cute through the eyes of this sun stroked fool

 

And the palm trees remind me of Christmas on Mars

The real mountains behind Macy’s are no distractions from the cards and the fake stars

 

Well, look who just checked into the Flamingo Inn

With a blank slate and a new respect for gin

 

When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis the martinis were dry

Unlike the kiss she blew us at the Sapphire last night

When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis

When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis

The Devil's Punchbowl

Baby’s got chaos in her veins.

Lightning bolts at the break of day.

She can’t run away from the devils parade, the devils escapades.

 

Baby’s got madness in a glance.

Take 2 steps back and ask her to dance.

But you don’t stand a chance with the devils serenade, the devils lemonade.

 

The devil seems to know just what I think.

The devils in her soul, don’t let her drink from his punchbowl.

 

Baby’s got perils in her pulse.

Mascara that runs down her blouse.

And I’ve been such a louse.

I am the devils charade, the devils hand grenade.

 

The devil seems to know just what I think.

The devil’s in her soul, don’t let her drink from his punchbowl.

 

And when it’s all said and done, maybe I’m the one,

Who likes to wrap her ‘round my fingers and thumbs.

Maybe it’s me, glory be!

With hooves like goats and secret notes I send to the goddess of infidelity.

 

But You don’t stand a chance with the devils serenade, the devils lemonade.

 

The devil seems to know just what I think.

The devils in her soul, don’t let her drink.

The devil seems to know just what I think.

The devils in my soul now that I drink from his punchbowl.

 

Idle hands – the devil’s playground….

 

As I Recall

In the brevity of the moment she stood like a brick wall

I fumbled to find some logic but only found I was not logical

Must be why I offered her kisses to which she refused them all

As I recall As I recall

 

Everybody’s on pins and needles waiting for the wound nurse to arrive

Working on crossword puzzles and counting up who’s still alive

All down through the corridor the fragrance was so medical

As I recall As I recall

 

And if I remember correctly she was staring directly at me

I can arouse exactly the colour of the taxi that set her free

 

Pornographic sidewalk chalk drawing censored by the rain

With lady luck on our side there was nothing really left there to explain

Why oh why when the hammer came falling did I not get up and crawl

I can’t recall No, I can’t recall

 

If I remember correctly she was staring directly at me

I can arouse exactly the number of the taxi that set her free

Except from my memory

My memory

My memory

As I Recall

 

I Don't Leave The Radio On Anymore

I don’t leave the radio on anymore

No I don’t leave the radio on anymore

 

You were a special girl who only needed one more life

Selfishly spoken as I lay in a ball here tonight

I still see you from the corner of my eye

And sometimes I swear I even hear you cry

But you’re just playing with the loose strings of my mind

 

And I don’t leave the radio on anymore

No I don’t leave the radio on anymore

And there’s no real reason for stumbling through the door

No I don’t leave the radio on anymore

 

If I’d been more like you I could see myself through this darkness

Won’t somebody please let me out of this bag labeled loneliness

You always landed square on your feet

I hope this time I can be so lucky

As I fall from a billion stories

 

All about her and the rattle of the keys

That makes the engine purr

And brought her to me

And killed her curiousity

 

Emptiness is scratching at the screen

Something’s amiss now things have changed

I cannot speak, my tongue, she’s got again

 

And I don’t leave the radio on anymore

No I don’t leave the radio on anymore

And there’s no real reason for stumbling through the door

No I don’t leave the radio on anymore

 

Long Time Coming

On the positive side I was feeling pretty low this morning

I awoke to the sound of the letter sliding under the door

And I craned my neck and I heard the footsteps moaning

And I dropped that warning atop my collection stored

Then at 3:51 I saw the noon day sun

 

Don’t wait for me

Don’t wait for me

I’ll be a long time coming

 

With complete abandonment and my Siamese twin

I approached my predicament with some chagrin

Then the tightrope walker ran with her feelings within

Requesting a dance but alas, she felt no connection

So at 4:51 my knotted stomach came undone

 

Don’t wait for me

Don’t wait for me

I’ll be a long time coming

 

He came to me in a dream clutching his 6123

He offered it up to me

And I agreed whole heartedly

I said please with a double ‘e’

 

Then I awoke in the same clothes I was wearing on Wednesday

Saturday morning cartoons drop like an anvil in my head

And though my reception is still somewhat fuzzy

I swear I saw my life flash before me on my TV set

Because at 5:51 my epilogue ran long

 

Don’t wait for me

Don’t wait for me

I’ll be a long time coming

 

Don’t wait for me

Don’t wait for me

I’ll be a long time

A real long long time

A long time coming

 

 

 

Company Hearse

They’re burning down the alder wood

Sweeping up my dream soot

Finding bits of never coulds and always wishes

The villains down on Fourteenth Street

Suffocating the concrete

And their faces look so complete among the ashes

 

I need someone to help me break this family curse

Before I’m fixed for the company hearse

 

The factory up on Jutland Road

Where we’d go to watch the dolls explode

Now houses a different load behind the bricks and mortar

The Colonel’s villa is up for lease

Upon the door hangs a sympathy wreath

From all the ones who had the sense to leave

And left this weight on my shoulders

 

I need someone to help me break this family curse

Before I’m fixed for the company hearse

 

I really thought it was going to be you

But you decided you cannot deny it

You’ve much better things to do ooh ooh ooh

 

I need someone to help me break this family curse

Before I’m fixed for the company hearse

I need someone to help me break this family curse

Before I’m fixed for the company hearse

 

It really can’t get any worse

Now I’m fixed for the company hearse

 

 

 

Charlie Schulz Was Always In Love

I could never draw from perspective

I’ve never been good

But I’ve heard love is supposed to be simple

I wish I could draw you in the neighbourhood of my heart

 

I am drawing to conclusions

It’s my second nature

I’ve read every girl loves to get flowers

And all I have is a picture of my heart

 

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

In love like me

 

So I’m withdrawing from society

It’s just a little too complex

I was told life was going to be simple

It’s had the opposite effect on my heart

 

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

In love like me

 

Let’s start with a fresh page

All mistakes can be erased

We’ll put our thought bubbles together

And leave no trace of yesterday’s misadventures

 

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Yeah Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Monica's Harmonica

I’m up here on the window ledge and I’m waiting for the solar eclipse

To be dreadfully honest I’ve been in the dark ever since we kissed

And I’m looking for adjectives I cannot find

 They won’t touch these swollen lips or come to my broken mind

And my ears only want to hear Monica’s harmonica

 

I’m down here in his dungeon and I cannot wash my hands enough

Thought I was immune to his insanity but still I just scrub and scrub

My eyes roll back while my mouth gets dry

I have a head full of ideas but no idea why

Because my ears only want to hear Monica’s harmonica

 

Monica plays oh so sweet

Monica says she’d like to meet

Under the stars

And to come as I are

 

I’m out here on a limb hanging by the proverbial thread

I threw precaution to the wind and repercussions under my bed

She needed to feel what I heard in her touch

So I held her near and it was far too much

Then my ears only had to hear Monica’s harmonica.

 

Monica plays oh so sweet

Monica says she’d like to meet

Under the stairs

And to come if I dare

 

Monica and her harmonica

It’s Monica just because

 

 

Dorothy

When I remember you I think of flowers on blouses

Sad country songs in a home in a circle of houses

When I remember you I recall the dog day vacations

A week full of rain trying your patience

The flies on the screen seem to loom

When I remember you

 

Dorothy, switch off your T.V. and talk to me for a while

And tell me one of your stories about Dorothy and I’ll see you smile

Like you remember me too

 

When I remember you I hear the laughter contagious

It’s on all of the faces in the kitchen with the checkered floor

And when I remember you I smell the cedar in the treasures

The leaves from the hedges fall to your feet upon the front porch

While the neighbours clamber for your point of view

When I remember you

 

Dorothy, switch off your T.V. and talk to me for a while,

And tell me one of your stories about Dorothy and I’ll see you smile,

Like you remember me too

 

When I remember you

 

The clothes line hangs heavy in the afternoon

And Sunday supper fills my head with perfume

And milk bottles don’t rattle like they used to

But I still remember you

 

Dorothy, switch off your T.V. and talk to me for a while

And tell me one of your stories about Dorothy and I’ll see you smile

Like you remember me too

Yeah like you remember me too

 

YESTERDAY'S MISADVENTURES - All lyrics ©James Clark.

                                                         SON OF A SIDESHOW - All lyrics ©James Clark.

Splinter In The Soul

When rejection becomes obsession you're whole world is consumed with photographs and epitaphs and her face painted on the moon.

When rejection becomes obsession you waste away the afternoon, listening to Beck's Sea Change and stepping on balloons.

 

When rejection becomes obsession you're awake in the wee small hours like Sinatra in '55 over your own Ava Gardner.

When rejection becomes obsession your disposition turns sour, you lose all will to live like her fading favourite flower.

 

Like a splinter in the soul the likeness is unbearable.

You only need one good pull to be free.

 

Like a splinter in the soul the likeness is unbearable.

You only need one good pull to be free.

 

When rejection becomes obsession your blood is on the tracks and the walls and the bridges and anything by Bacharach.

When rejection's your only connection to a checkered past, you become the forgotten forgetting nothing ever lasts.

 

And like a splinter in the soul the likeness is unbearable.

Like a splinter in the soul like a splinter in the soul.

 

TV's a drug that makes you dumb but if it helps me forget you then give me some.

TV's a drug that makes you dumb but if it helps me forget you then give me some.

 

 

A Terrible Beauty

So she said I was gracious and gallant as she lowered the fatal mallet. There lies her hidden talent, softening the blow.

With the jangling of the bracelet upon her wrist, she sat down to pen her alphabetical list of every pathetic reason I exist, so I laid low.

Now she's a terrible beauty and I'm terribly stoned.

 

Upon receiving her parting birthday card, I checked myself into the ward, while she left to accept her awards, her kudos and her accolades.

Forfeiting my invitation I did not receive and with the potential of being asked to leave, I ignored the card up my sleeve and I missed her parade.

Now she's a terrible beauty and I'm terribly afraid.

 

She said it's easy to speak well of the dead so I have nothing but good words for her inside of my head.

 

The miles I made for my appearance in the end didn't make any difference, I was looked upon as interference as sure as I'm alone standing here.

I know I could have been her Hercules but I just couldn't get up off these knees, stuck in this pattern it would seem in the museum of her.

Now she's a terrible beauty and I'm terribly scarred.

Yes she's a terrible beauty and I'm terribly inferior according to her, according to her, my terrible beauty. 

 

 

Box Of You

What do I do with this box of you? 'Cause although we're through I never threw out that box of you.

What do I do with this box of you? 'Though you say we're through I never threw out that box of you.

 

Here we are last summer in Des Moines, Iowa on our way to Redding, California.

In your Fluevog shoes and my paranoia, I adored ya, now I wonder what for yeah.

 

Now what do I do with this box of you? 'Cause although we're through I never threw out that box of you.

 

There you sit with baby at your breast. Dad's Nikon capturing your tenderness.

I keep thinking here's one for the photo contest, so i can phone ya. Don't want to talk to your lawyer.

 

Christmas cards I can't discard, I've tried but I'm weak.

But was it really so hard for you to part with your box of me?

Behind my face, other traces of you.

 

I don't recall where this particular one was taken and here's my ticket from a CTA station.

Just like romance the colours are fading. It's melancholia. I want to call ya!

 

What do I do with this box of you? Although we're through I never threw out that box of you.

What do I do with this box of you? 'Cause although we're through I never threw out that box of you.

I never threw out that box of you. i can't throw away this box of you.

Buckle In The Road

Buckle in the road. Buckle in the road. She came on like a buckle in the road.

Buckle in the road. Buckle in the road. She came on like a buckle in the road.

And I had no time to swerve. I had no time to get up my nerve.

She came on withh her dead man curves.

 

Buckle in the road. Buckle in the road. She came on like a buckle in the road.

Blister in the paint. Blister in the paint. She came up like a blister in the paint.

And she stirred up feelings within until I painted myself into a corner again.

She came up with all the colours of a rainbow.

 

Buckle in the road. Buckle in the road. She came on like a buckle in the road.

A bug in the system. Like a bug in the system. She shut me down like a bug in the system.

Like a virus in the head. A crisis that's been over fed. She shut me down and I bled and I bled and I bled.

 

Buckle in the road. Buckle in the road. Buckle in the road. Buckle in the road.

 

 

 

 

 

 

False Hope

If truth be told I can't hold onto this false hope you're giving me.

I'm growing old and I'm not sold on this false hope you're leaving me.

Pin me to your wall until maybe you fall in love with me again. If and when.

 

But if truth be told I can't hold onto this false hope you're giving me.

I'm growing old and life's too cold without this false hope, you're bleeding me.

Encase me in your shadow box in case you want to walk with me again. But who knows when? Not me. Not me.

 

Leave the door open just a crack in case one day you want me back. How about that?

 

But if truth be told I can't hold onto this false hope you're giving me.

I'm growing old and I'm not sold on this false hope you're leaving me.

Hold my breath 'til I'm blue or until I see you once again. But what's worse my friend?

 

If truth be told I can't hold onto this false hope you're giving me.

I'm growing old, life's too cold without this false hope, you're bleeding me.

Take every fibre of my soul and I'm liable to unroll and descend. The question remains when 'cause i don't know.

 

Keep the door open just a crack in case one day he turns his back on you. Boo hoo hoo.

 

Well if truth be told I can't hold onto this false hope you're giving me.

I'm growing old and I'm not sold on this false hope you're leaving me.

You're leaving me. I know you're leaving me behind. So leave me alone.

 

 

 

 

 

SIDESHOW UNATTRACTION - All lyrics © James Clark.

Big Shoes To Fill

Step right up! Watch me forget about you. There's a special place for me in Baraboo. I hope you'll come up and see me fall down.

I know you have another, maybe two. Juggling's never been so difficult for you. If I know you and I do, you're not wearing a frown. But I am!

 

Leaving these big shoes to fill. Big shoes to fill. I know you want to so I know you will fill these big shoes.

 

There's a broken seltzer bottle on the thrid ring floor. A broken heart in trailor number 4 because I'm sure he fills you up with passion  and with mirth.

I understand this show it can't go on because we've been pretending for 8 years on.

Now I know you've gone and this heart has taken the greatest blow on earth!

 

But it's leaving you with big shoes to fill. Big shoes to fill. I know you want to so I know you will fill these big shoes.

 

I'm not a strong man but I'm very tall. But you can make feel oh so very small. Like the dwarf in the 2 o' clock show,

I'm a wonder of the world and I wonder where you'll go now.

 

The sword swallower and the acrobat, they both agree your words were sharp as tacks. Now there's no turning back and no net down below.

The tattooed lady is looking blue. The elephants are grey just like me too. Unlike them you'll forget me by tomorrow.

 

But please remember these big shoes to fill. Big shoes to fill. I know you're searching for new sights and thrills.

Big shoes to fill. Big shoes to fill. I know you want to but you never will fill these big shoes.

 

Step right up, watch me forget about you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The World I Used To Live In

The law professor he's not returning my calls. He's busy making up brand new laws in case he ever catches me with his daughter again.

I'm finding out I can no longer visit the world I used to live in.

 

The curator, she's not willing to admit that she used to like me like she liked your exhibits. Now I'm on the outside, wondering to myself should I peek in.

And get myself a final glimpse of the world I used to live in.

 

Oh I'm the outsider, nail biter, town crier crying to the extreme.

She's a sidewinder squeezing tighter killing off the fighter in me.

 

The entrepreneur, he's has offered me aposition shaming my soul but only under one condition. That I leave his big sister alone and let her win.

And be the champion of the world that I used to live in.

 

Oh I'm the outsider, nail biter, town crier crying to the extreme.

She's a sidewinder squeezing tighter killing off the lover in me.

 

Those ceramic urns they are waiting to be busted by some jealous freak that she once stupidly trusted.

Now he's pathetically, aestetically all alone. Pressed against the window of the world he thought he used to own.

Now I'm on the outside wondering to myself should I peek in and get myself a final glimpse of the world I used to live in.

I'm finding out I can no longer visit the world I used to live in. No, I'm no longer welcome in the world I used to live in.

Sleeping In My Favourite Shirt

I can't remember the last time the drapes were pulled open to reveal the outside world and let the sun warm these shattered nerves.

I can't remember the last time the sheets were washed. I can't remember the last time the teeth were flossed. I can't forget when and what I lost.

 

Now I'm sleeping in my favourite shirt. I keep having dreams where I don't hurt. Sleeping in a bed I made.

And I'll be sleeping for a thousand days, sleeping for a thousand days in my favourite shirt.

 

It's been a long time since my face last showed up, reflected in your best plates and cups. These days they're down in the sink with my luck.

 

Because I'm sleeping and nothing is bitter. When I'm sleeping there's no better place.

If I'm slumbering the reasons are out numbering the creases on my face.

 

La la la la la la la la la. La la la la la la la la la. Lullabies and good riddance.

 

"Cause I'm sleeping in my favourite shirt and I keep having dreams where I don't hurt.

Sleeping in the bed I made and I'll be sleeping for a thousand days, sleeping for a thousand days in my favourite shirt.

 

The neighbour's dog howls outside my window, amongst the grass that remains unmowed and i'm oblivious to the world I used to know.

 

Now I'm sleeping in my favourite shirt and I keep having dreams where I don't hurt.

Sleeping in a bed I made and I'll be sleeping for a thousand days, sleeping for a thousand days.

Sleeping for a million days. Sleeping for a billion days. Sleeping for a zillion days. Sleeping in my favourite shirt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monstrous

The bees are bad this year. They buzz around my beer. Making it hard to appear sincere but I am.

The stewardess was there. She let down her hair. She was putting on airs though she was firmly on land.

 

Cindy Sherman's ears must be burning, this fairy tale's turning monstrous.

 

In a cab on Williamson it all came back with a grin as I was reaching in for $15.50.

'Neil Young's Greatest Hits' and R.E.M. on cassette. The soundtrack I won't soon forget to our movie.

 

Cindy Sherman's ears must be burning, this fairy tale's turning monstrous.

 

You share the same qualities as a damsel in distress. I wear the same monogrammed hankerchief as Jesus, yeah.

 

Cindy Sherman's ears must be burning, this fairy tale's turning monstrous.

 

Yesterday I sat in a Vaughan Road laundromat accepting that that is that and washing you away.

 

Cindy Sherman's ears must be burning, this fairy tale's turning monstrous.

Cindy Sherman's ears must be burning, this fairy tale's turning monstrous. Monstrous. Monstrous.

Cindy Sherman's ears must be burning.

 

 

 

Lake Monona Last Night

Something crashed in Lake Monona Last night. A twin engine Beach Craft in Lake Monona Last night.

December waters are cold. Lord have mercy on the king of soul's soul. Something crashed in lake Monona last night.

 

Well my heart sank in Lake Monona last night. She made me walk the plank on Lake Monona last night.

She said, to quote the song that she'd been loving me too long. Something crashed in Lake Monona last night.

 

Down, down, down like a song in the charts. You know his crown was found by some record sharks.

 

My heart drowned in Lake Monona last night. Not to be found in lake Monona last night.

Submerged, it succumbed like the silencing of Mr. Jackson's drums.

 

Down, down, down like a song in the charts. You know his crown was found by some record sharks.

 

Something crashed in Lake Monona last night. Something crashed in lake Monona last night.

December waters are cold. Lord have mercy on the king of soul's soul.

 

Something crashed, something crashed! Something crashed, something crashed!

Something crashed, something crashed! Something crashed, something crashed!

 

 

 

 

 

Kangaroo

With the seasons changing in reverse, you found your reasons for leaving me immersed.

And because it's winter in July, your heart wins the ice sculpture prize.

 

With your totem pinned to the wall, you left me holding and pinned to the fall.

The distance between us paralleled the damage done to my ventricles.

 

Kangaroo. Kangaroo. It's all thanks to you!

 

Up and away like you're some kind of super girl and I'm your Krytonite waiting on the other side of the world.

You've been checking into ways to leave. I'm checking out just like George Reeves.

 

Kangaroo. Kangaroo. It's all thanks to you!

 

With the seasons changing in reverse.

 

Chalk Outline

She said she was an artist but she failed to remind me before she departed that she was the escape kind.

"Confrontation's not my strongest point." A quotation from a phrase she coined. Leaves these loving arms out of joint.

 

They said she was an artist incomparably so. Creating beauty from darkness, this is the darkest that I've ever known.

Technology it breaks my heart. It gives the ability to make a cruel depart. She signed her name, it must be art.

 

I want her to sign my chalk outline. I want her to sign my chalk outline.

 

She said I was an artist who never met his potential. And so I've been discarded like a worn down shading pencil.

Technology it shakes the heart and it gives the ability to make a cruel depart. She signed her name it must be art.

 

I want her to sign my chalk outline. I need her to sign my chalk outline.

I hope she sign's my chalk outline. Because I need her to sign my chalk outline.

(Down on State Street what a state I'm in. Down on State Street what a state I'm in.)

My chalk outline. My chalk outline.

 

 

Popularity Contest

She's so curt with her words, she cuts me down to size. Despite her laconic ways, her popularity rises higher, higher.

She's so dark with her heart, it puts mine to shame. Though she tears me apart, I keep falling just like rain falling from higher, higher.

 

I only wish I could be a little more popular like her train driving monkey. Like her train driving monkey.

 

She's so approachable 'though I can never get near to what she is all about now that I'm no longer needed here by her. By her.

 

I only wish I could be a little more popular like her train driving monkey. Like her train driving monkey.

Like her drum banging monkey. Like her drum banging monkey.

 

Mister Postman please don't bring me no more of these. I don't want to read about her popularity.

Mister Postman please don't bring me no more of these. I don't want to read about her popularity.

 

He wins, he's the best in her popularity contest.

 

 

Bettie Page Rides A Donkey

She's off in Thailand now living in Changmai. Banishing herself to the other side.

She's eating corn and lychee. I have a new dilemma. Do I follow her down or wait until September? It feels like forever.

 

While Bettie Page rides a donkey, I'm a million miles away. She says "act your age" but I'm feeling funky today.

 

I'm living vicariously through her cards and letters and sometimes I even feel she has it all together.

She's heading down to Changrai then onto Noah's village while I'm at home learning there's no rest for the wicked.

Should I be more specific? I'm not feeling too terrific.

 

While Bettie Page rides a donkey, I'm a million miles away oh yeah. She says "act your age" but I'm feeling funky today.

 

And while I'm contemplating she's so tired of waiting. She's so tired of waiting for me.

 

While Bettie Page rides her donkey, she's a million miles away oh yeah. She says "act your age" but I'm feeling funky today.

Funky today. I'm feeling funky today.

 

 

Girl Heroine

While flipping through the pages of 'The Films Of Charlie Chaplin' he acquired in 1973,

He casts his mind way back but he's not sure how it happened. How he came to being me.

It's a sad and sorted script borerlining on slap stick. It was a real pie in the face to see it turn out like it did.

 

I need a girl heroine, someone to keep the plot moving. Someone who will save me in the end. A girl heroine, I need a girl heroine. A girl heroine.

 

While sifting through the FBI files on Charlie Chaplin, he uncovers some lies of his own.

All in the name of keeping them laughing, he buries his heart like a stone.

But the key required most in comedy is pathos. he did a real double take when life became quite a joke.

 

I need a girl heroine, someone to keep the plot moving. Someone who will save me in the end. A girl heroine, I need a girl heroine.

 

This must be the dream sequence because she's dressed like an angel.

If I could speak in my defence before the mallet fatal come crashing down, crashing on my head like Mabel said.

He needs a girl heroine, someone to keep the plot moving. Someone who will save him in the end. A girl heroine.

 

I need a girl heroine, someone to keepp the plot moving. Someone who will save me in the end. A girl Heroine.

I need a girl heroine!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Wonder Where You Are Tonight, Jennie Lee

Casting long shadows, I can't smile but I can weep. Under your spotlights with the secrets I can't keep.

My horoscope said I am having a bad week and I wonder where you are tonight, my Jennie Lee.

 

Elizabeth, singing like a bird. My apologies 'cause I don't understand a word.

That little prince rolls a smoke just for me as I wonder where you are tonight, my Jennie Lee.

 

Romance, ambulance, one follows the other. When you're afflicted, addicted to the memory of another.

 

Venus Di Milo while sippin at her wine, waves to the people, claiming a good time.

While Martha wonders what it is that's gotten into me. But all I can wonder is, is where you are tonight my Jennie Lee.

 

Romance,, ambulance, one follows the other. When you're afflicted, addicted to the memory of another.

 

Daisy and Violet, they rarely seem alone, joining each other on their saxaphones.

On Wilkinson Boulevard they weigh in happily but there's no way they can tell me where they are.

No they won't say where you are. So I'll stay a humilated star, my Jennie Lee. My Jennie Lee. My Jennie Lee!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nonetheless Happy

It's the end of September, It's the end of an error, we put the game pieces away.

Attempts have all failed to get myself out of jail, you took the money and away you went. tired and spent but nonetheless happy.

 

Seems you have a new oppenent, one I have never met, I'm not the competitive kind.

No strategy is the word, it's why I'm always in third almost every single time I play. A sore loser but hey, you're nonetheless happy.

 

While I'm nonetheless empty, nonetheless destitute. Nonetheless bereft of anything remotely cute.

Nonetheless broken and I'm nonetheless blue and I'm nonetheless in love with you.

 

It's August 12th, I'm back on the shelf. Popomatic trouble indeed.

I'm off the board and you're winning score has brought me more trouble than I need today but I guess I'll find away to be nonetheless happy.

Nonetheless happy!

 

Meanwhile I'm nonetheless empty nonetheless destitute. Nonetheless bereft of anything remotely cute.

Nonetheless desheveled and I'm nonetheless blue and I'm nonetheless in love with you.

Nonetheless in love with you.

 

 

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