Where Are You Now

Where Are You Now Patrick Dougherty, Deanna Kirk, Kevin Bents She keeps saying that there’s just one man in her life He’s gonna turn the other way She keeps thinking that there’s just one time to be right She’s gonna turn around someday and say Where are you now Where are you now Where are you now He keeps wondering when she’s gonna show her face She’s gonna turrn the other way He keeps wondering whenn he’s gonna find his place She’s gonna come around someday and say Where are you now Where are you now Where are you now And when the morning comes again And promises have turned to sand We don’t hold back the waves that wash them all away No Ghosts Allowed Patrick Dougherty, Deanna Kirk No ghosts allowed tonight No ghosts allowed tonight So send your problems somewhere where ther’s light No ghosts allowed tonight No ghosts allowed I want to love you the best I can I want to make you understand There’s no more blaming yourself for the past No more desperate attempts to make love last No ghosts allowed tonight No ghosts allowed No ghosts allowed here No it’s time to disappear And go find a happy ending I want to love you the best I can I want to make you understand These phantoms are not real There’s so much more to feel No ghosts allowed tonight No ghosts allowed tonight So show them the door Or the window will do fine Write them in a notebook Teach them to tell the time Just tell them it’s over No ghosts allowed Marianna Came To Deanna Kirk, Kevin Bents She came to a small port town Cold salty air no man to keep her warm The bells toll but they make no sound Marianna’s wearing her torn night gown Go to sleep, go to sleep There’s another dream waiting Let the waves pull you in Let the water become your friend White and long, torn at the seams Dressed for the wedding in her dreams Torn by the wind off the sea White as the waves of ice and foam Go to sleep, go to sleep There’s another dream waiting Let the waves pull you in Let the water become your friend Dream take me away Sleep take me away Marianna’s kissed by the king of thieves He stole her heart and took it back to the sea Marianna sleeps for a thousand years The far-off shores will wait for me Go to sleep, go to sleep There’s another dream waiting Let the waves pull you in Let the water become your friend Marianna knows she lives in a dream Marianna flies free inside your head There she is in a desert stream Here she is in your feather bed Go to sleep, go to sleep There’s another dream waiting Let the waves pull you in Let the water become your friend I Want It Now David Yasbek While my bones are sinking in this tar pit Let me go and call you in the carpet Carefull what you start or you can’t stop it I want it I want it now Somewhere in the weeping and the whining Hawks are tearing at my stomach lining Why can’t I just work and eat and sleep and feel the things you feel And feel some ground beneath my feet I want it I want it now Sharpen that antenna like a weapon Wipe it in the mud I like to step in Take the point and place it here Where it’s soft behind my ear Show it in my lizard brain So I can’t hear the things he’s saying I want it I want it now Not The One Deanna Kirk All you ever want were the simple things A woman so true she cries when she sings But you don’t really get me do you You don’t like my dreams And I’m not the one am I Not the one am I And I’m not the one am I Not the one am I Fooling myself floating uncomfortably high I’m lost in love, I am found alone Sing another song for another goodbye You can’t have what you’ve never owned And I’m not the one am I Not the one am I And I’m not the one am I Not the one am I And I’ve ever wanted was a simple love A comfortably chair, a hand I can hold And wheeen you come home I pffer my arms And you don’t like my dreams And I’m not the one am I Not the one am I And I’m not the one am I Not the one am I Carousel Deanna Kirk, Kevin Bents Here is the wheel with the humming of thunder Here is the horse for my race of all time Round and round we are held in a circle And I am held still while the spinning unwinds Over the new grass we sit without pardon Out through the lawns to the great carousel Out past the sunrise and up through the garden Give us the moment the sound of the bell Here is the big wooden horse always waiting Here is my friend in his race against time Round and round we will go in a circle Holding us safe as the spinning unwinds And so it goes and it starts again Wind in my face bring me freedom And I’m riding the wheel with you by my side And we only are on for a very short ride We ran to the cities and flew over oceans Herroes and sages we always come home We water the lawns that our fathers have planted Forgiven we drive to the merry-go-round Where is the big wooden horse I had waiting Where did he run to the bell makes no sound Round and round we are held in a circle Holding us still over this spinning ground And so it goes and it starts again Wind in my face bring me freedom And I’m riding the wheel with you by my side And we only are on for a very short ride Sound of the organ grows softer and softer Softly embracing my stallations black hair And I’m just a little girl filled with devotion I reach for the brass ring but nothing is there Take one last ride before it’s torn down The horses are still they’ve been running too long All things must change and All things must pass And everyone knows that The horses must rest And so it goes and it starts again Wind in my face bring me freedom And I’m riding the wheel with you by my side And we only are on for a very short ride Take one last ride before it’s torn down The horses are still they’ve been running too long When Love Comes Around Patrick Dougherty, Deanna Kirk You said it doesn’t get better than this You should’ve held on to that kiss And you were right all along We should’ve held on to what was strong When love comes around It better be taken care of When love comes around It better not be let down You said it was too much of a mystery How come it seems so clear to me And you said you wanted this never to end Well how come it’s like we’re not even friends When love comes around It better be taken care of When love comes around It better not be let down Or you’ll wake up and find that he is gone And wnder what went wrong You said you told me that you told me ao Well I had to be the last to know Take Down The Kasbah Deanna Kirk, Kevin Bents Take down the mirrors, take off the old coat Put out the cigar, take down the Kasbah We thought we’d always find him there Up those crumbling wooeden stairs But a father leaves his sons to close the doors We thought we’d hear the radio And always get to wear his clothes While playing in some distant past The mean is gone his clothes will last We thought we’d always find you there Smoking in your easy chair But the father comes to take you when he calls And when you find the silver flask We’ll offer up another toast And while we gather here at last We dance with you and reminisce Isn’t so strange the way things will change How rooms holding dreams become empty again Temple will burn all the ballrooms in ruin Those ddark-eyed Moroccan girls dancing Through their veils at the Kasbah Fallen Arms Kevin Bents, Deanna Kirk Come, look outside That one faraway cloud It has not fallen Like leaves in midair do One day absent One day field-blown Hold down the long dark chords It’s a song I wrote for you Before my hands had fallen Like leaves in midair do Strike on the black tines And miss the white We can agree to disagree Forget to get across Drop our fallen arms Think of all the love we cann pass on now Come on and toast to us again And as the walls are caving in We’ll just keep falling Like leaves in midair do Inside this old house November never ends Let’s make love off the books Take the bait from past heavens From before we had fallen Like leaves in midair do We’ll spend endless afternoons Far away from loneliness We can agree to disagree Forget to get across Drop our fallen arms Think of all the love we cann pass on now Ballad Of The Small Cafe Deanna Kirk Down in the low streets I had supernatural powers With everybody loving me until the wee small hours And I’m so melancholy yet somehow I’m fulfilled And the song of all those nights is the song I’m singing still It’s the ballad of the small cafe Where I’ve seen myself in smoky glass Let the ballad of the small cafe End at last Down in the low streets I had supernatural powers And I think someeebody loved me ‘cos he used to bring me flowers And I take them gently pressing them in some old precious book And someday when I’m strong enough I’ll take a look At the ballad of the small cafe Where I’ve seen myself in smoky glass Let the ballad of the small cafe End at last It’s the ballad of the small cafe Where I’ve seen myself in broken glass Let the ballad of the small cafe End at last If Not For Love Patrick Dougherty Let go of pain Let go of lies It’s not worth The compromise Let go of pain Let go of fear If not for love Why are we here If not for love Why are we here Why does it seem so very clear Let go of pain Let go of fear If not for love Why are we here If not for love Why are we here We have been taught To be unkind We use our sight To remain blind We so mistrust When we don’t understand We make mistakes And then we make them again Why can’t there be Love without hate Is there a way To demonstrate How easily we could find peace And guarantee that hate would cease If not for love Why are we here You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch Theodore Geisel, Al Hague You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch You really are a heal You’re as cuddly as a cactus You’re as charming as an eel Mr. Grinch You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch Your heart’s an empty hole Your brain is full of spiders You’ve got garlic in your soul Mr. Grinch I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty-nine and a half foot pole You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch With a nauseous super-naus You’re a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked horse Mr. Grinch Your soul is an appalling dump heap Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment Or rubbish imaginable Mangled up in tangled up knots You’re a faul one, Mr. Grinch You’ree nasty wasty skunk Your heart is full of unwashed socks Your soul is full of gunk Mr. Grinch The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote Stink, stank, stunk