| An Indiscretion My life's been honest, but I feel my honour's been tarnished, by a little indiscretion that happened the other night. She was nibbling at her souffle two tables away, our eyes met innocently, and she asked if i might join her for conversation and coffee "I'm engaged," I remember saying, "and very soon to be married." But what's a little chat? Where's the harm in that? The cafe was empty by the time we were finally ready to call it a night and retire. She dabbed at her lipstick and I nervously adjusted my tie. You know what happened, My Love, even from four thousnad miles away. You can hear it in my voice, in the words I do not say. There's something missing in our telephone conversation. Should I relate all this to you, or engage in a little prevaricating? We walked quietly outside, and I offered my arm to be polite. We hailed a taxi and were both quite aware of the chemistry in the air. It was chilly outside and she nudged up next to me. I could smell her perfume, and we both knew wher our innocent conversation was leading to. We made it to her hotel and I walked her to her room, then we gazed deeply into one another's eyes, and we tried to say goodnight. I think you know what happened, My Love, even from four thousand miles away. You can hear it in my voice, in the words I do not say. If it seems there's something missing in our telephone conversation, it's because I don't know if I should relate this to you or engage in a little prevarication. I wish I could tell you, My Love, of this little indiscretion. and during the silence I hope I'm making the right decision. It seems there's something missing in our telephone conversation. There's a simple explanation, My Love, Do you know my infatuation will always be with you. Yes, my ways have been mostly honest, and I wouldn't want our love to be tarnished, by a little indiscretion that didn't happen last night. (slowly)But I think I'll spare you this story, there's no use in getting you worried. My heart's right where it should be, getting married, to you, is everything to me copyright 11-19-2000. . |
| So what does one do when a charmer opts to go to the other guy? Wish them the best. That's all you can do. We'd be fools not to in the end. Can't be bitter....gotta look at it as their loss or that it just wasn't meant to be. Longing for love is a natural thing everyone does, involuntarily, but ya gotta watch how you go about doing it, trying to bring it to fruition; you can't lose your self-respect along the way and you can't move too fast (even though it might be what you've waited for your whole life) or you scare them off. Some people, God bless them, seem to be able to fall in love so easily....this makes me wonder if they truly are in love or if they're merely wanting a warm body to sleep next to at night to chase away the lonliness. But wouldn't that be a terrible sort of lonliness; knowing everytime you look into a mirror or jump into bed with your 'loved' one that you're living a lie? That you're not in love? Seems that way to me. And maybe that's why so many of my songs seem so dire and depressing. Yes, I'm a lonely bastard at the moment, but it's self-incurred. I've got women as friends. I love having women as friends. I love women....period. I don't lie to myself in matters of love. Never have, never will, thank you very much. I feel sorry for those who do. I wait for the right one to come along, and then I give my all, and if I lose out so be it. At least I tried, and at least I was in love....honestly in love, not playing a game with myself or the one I've fallen for. Life's too short for lies. Love's too important to ignore if it is in fact love; if there's a blossom on the twig of our lives.... it deserves exploring. Or maybe I'm full of crap and we all live in a yellow submarine. Know what I mean? January 8, 2001 |
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| Reign On Us rain storms in Kansas, coming out of a dream about a lover long ago who left me alienated, usually thinking about dishes needing washed after that and longing for you. pitter patter, pitter patter on the roof so incessantly. feeling like i'm dreaming and feeling life has more to offer than the simple sounds of rain falling down from the darkened sky and standing there watching it all and wondering why life can't be this simple all the time as i'm looking out the kitchen window and taking in the sight of a gentle rain. maybe it is. the wood on this old house smells good when it's wet, doesn't it? we shouldn't have slept by the fire last night. we belonged in your bed by a raised window listening to the pitter patter of the rain. we did let go with each other last night, didn't we, listening to the pitter patter of our hearts connecting? pitter patter rain falling down upon our shelter, knowing we still question if we've yet found where we're going in this crazy world, even whilst entwined so lovingly in one another, and at the same time knowing that being with each other was right last night. maybe that's where you and i are supposed to be, loving each other and it's all as simple as that. it was good. the sound of rain does something to us, doesn't it? the smell of leaves fallen on Fall ground and the rotting aroma of the old tree stumps, knowing life always rejuvenates things that are true and needed and you and i will always have this moment. nothing changes, and we're not able to change that, even upon a million dreams or yearning or the pitter patter of the rains that will reign down upon us for as long as we both shall live. Love, reign on us. copyright November 1999 |
| untitled # 11 it doesn't feel right anymore, waking up in the mornings in that empty bed without anyone who loves me. i don't think i can handle another night of telling myself it's all right to be alone and so independent. i'm dieing. nearly dead already. one more wrong move and i'll be gone. i hate to bother you. i hate to bother anyone. it could have been so much different if i'd just played along, played the game. would you sleep with me tonight? copyright July 1997 |
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| Your Love intro: I want your love, I'd like your love. I'd do just about anything for some of your good loving. 1) You told me you were coming over and I saw the fire in your eyes. You said you wanted to be my lover. I hope it wasn't a great big lie. 2) You kissed me and said you really liked me and I felt my body come alive, but now you've gone undercover. You're playing games with this heart of mine. chorus: I want you, Love. I need your love. I'd do just about anything for some of your good loving. It's been so long since I've felt so strong. This is something I could never grow tired of. I'd like to love. I bleed for love. I'd do just about anything for your good loving. bridge: He said he was over you, and you said you were over him too. But I'm sitting here alone and wondering if it's time to carry on. middle 8 chorus 1) I hope it wasn't a great big lie. fade copyright July 1994 |
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| untitled #13 i'm missing you, you're walking through my dreams. i'm wishing you were laying here next to me. i'm loving you like i never have before. i'll be coming home soon and when i walk through our door i'll see everything this world has to offer. i'll be touching heaven in you, my nirvana, there is no other. it all begins and ends with you, dear one. copyright 1999 |
| That Brown Eyed Girl (excerpt from 'Two Lovers Stranded' part VI) I flew 4,000 miles twice just to see her smile, and she pulled a disappearing act on me. The immiman said I had to leave his land, because 10 years ago I'd been caught driving and drinking. So I walked up to Menzies to have a beer before I left and my dear one walked right by me. I couldn't say 'hi,' but under my breath, I said goodbye to her, it was the death of me. I cound't understand what went wrong with my plan, the deal was the pits and a little screwy. She was in love with me, but now she'd turned pretty mean and I flew home in misery. I tried to call her up but the number didn't work and I was starting to feel a bit of a jerk. Flew 4,000 miles twice and I've been hurting for awhile because I had my heart rubbed in the dirt. But you know what? I must be kind of stupid because..... That brown eyed girl, she wears rusty brown coloured lipsticks. That brown eyed girl, she's the prettiest one in my world. That brown eyed girl, she took my heart and kicked it. That brown eyed girl, did I get what I deserved? That brown eyed girl, she wears rust brown coloured lipsticks. That brown eyed girl, she took me to another world. That brown eyed girl (I want to kiss you), That brown eyed girl (I miss you more everyday). That brown eyed girl (will you take me?). That brown eyed girl (will you lay me?). That brown eyed girl. I love that brown eyed girl. I love that brown eyed girl. I love that brown eyed girl (she carries me away). I love that brown eyed girl (will you marry me today? Ha! Dream on!). That brown eyed girl. That brown eyed girl. That brown eyed girl, she wears rusty brown coloured lipsticks. That brown eyed girl., she took my heart and kicked it. That brown eyed girl. fade sounds of children playing in a schoolyard, the yelling and screaming and laughing and singing that goes on during recess. "jeff and ----- sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. first comes love, then comes heartbreak, time to call the baker to cancel the wedding cake." copyright July 1999. |
| Warm Fuzzy Feeling I'm out of coffee, I'm out of love too. I'd better get down to the local cafe and get some java and take a look at you. It's a funny thing, how you both get my heart going, and how a warm, fuzzy feeling comes flowing over me. I'll watch how you work the counter. You're always offering a smile. I take in the aroma and start to feel good and it all kind of makes me high. Yes, it's a funny thing how you both get my heart and thoughts going, and how that warm fuzzy feeling comes flowing over me. I always stay longer than I should. I'ts a wonderful thing what you both do to me. You help to start my day off in the right state of mind. You're kind, and might I ask, if you'd have the time.... to pour me another cup of coffee (with a little sugar), and maybe even go out on a dinner date with me. Would it be the same outside this cafe, you know, this great buzz I get here everyday? would it be real or imagined, this attraction for you I feel, and would that warm fuzzy feeling come flowing over me? Well it's time to get up and leave you a nice tip. Don't want too much of a good thing, not even another sip. Have a nice day if you can and know this man thinks you're a blessing. I always know where to go to get my heart going, and find that warm fuzzy feeling that comes flowing over me. When you're waiting on me serving my coffee so eloquently, a warm fuzzy feeling starts to flowing over me. If you're ever lonely, and see a possible friend in me I hope you'll let me know so I can try and return that warm fuzzy feeling that you send flowing over me. copyright November 1, 2000 |
| Telephones (excerpt from 'Two Lovers Stranded' part V) silence, except for the sound a cold wind blowing, a coyote howling, leaves rustling, and the muted sounds of a television. Telephones at home don't seem to ring when you're all alone. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be for now. Walking from room to room, remembering what we were doing, making love close to the fire by that old leather couch. Telephones at home can be a curse or a blessing, and we're left guessing if it all mattered anyhow. copyright July 1999 |
| Laurelei (excerpt from 'Two Lovers Stranded,' part I) sounds of waves washing in on an ocean beach, seagulls screeching, then sounds of people chattering that sounds a lot like gossip I've seen a lot of stress coming out of you. Lies and deceit aimed right at you. You say you want off this rock completely. You're trying to save your sanity. You can leave today. You can fly away. Just don't ever let them desicrate you. I wish I could be there to help defend you. I'd go to the end for you it's been so easy to befriend you. You see,I've fallen for you completely. You've painted all my days quite serenely. You are my moon. You are my sun too. You've given me a blue sky, I adore you. Don't let them cast you out to the sea. Ignite your spirit do the right thing. This won't go on for eternity. But your spirit will, Laurelei. I've seen a lot of stress coming out of you. Lies and deceit aimed right at you. You're saying you want off of this rock completely. You're trying to save your sanity. You can leave today. You can fly away. Just don't ever let them desicrate you. You are my moon. You are my sun too. You've given me a blue sky, I adore you. I believe in you. copyright July 1999 |
| Whiskey, Bartender (excerpt from 'Two Lovers Stranded' part III) sounds of glasses clinking in a bar, lots of loud voices, obviously coming from inebriated individuals. Have a drink make an ass of yourself merry man. Have another yard of beer if you can. Maybe you'll have pissed out all this pain when it's time to dry out. Have another drink, make an ass of yourself merry man. copyright July 1999 |
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| Tamra I know Lou, there's nothing he can't do. He can fix any car, he can tend a mean bar, he can fly a plane, he's got capital gains, nail a pack of smokes a day and he always looks healthy but he can't find me you. I'm a friend of Betty's and she's always getting ready. She paints her face because she's always on the make, she'd rather up and die than be without a guy, she's in fat with all the cool cats, but Betty, she sure ain't you. Oh Tamra, Louie can't find you. Betty she just won't do. I'm in pain Oh Tamra, where on earth have you gone off to? What am I going to do? I'm going crazy. I've got my pal Brad and he's always glad to lend me a helping hand and try to pick me up when I'm sad. He's given me a hundred bucks when I've been down on my luck, loans me his hot sports car to go down to a strip bar, but as hard as he tries he can't get my mind off of you. I'm a friend of Ms. Lucy's, we all call her Ms. Juicy. She's got all the right moves, she can do a fine do, she's got those pouting lips and a set of nice hips, you think you've gone to heaven and died when you look into her eyes, but Ms. Lucy, she still ain't you. Bridge: I've got Louie, and I can have Betty, but I've got nothing if I've lost my steady. Brad lends a hand, and I can have Ms Juicy maybe I'm just being too damned choosy. middle 8 Oh Tamra, Brad and Louie can't find you, Juicy and Betty they just won't do, I'm in pain. Oh Tamra, where on earth have you gone off to? What am I going to do? I'm going crazy. Oh Tamra, I miss laying my kisses on you I'm always listening for news of you. Where've you gone off to? I'm getting crazy. What am I going to do? What am I going to do? Tell me what am I going to do if I can't find you? Oh Tamra, what am I going to do. Oh Tamra fade copyright July 1993 |
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| Smoke and Mirrors I've found myself in a frustrating situation. All the women I meet are already taken. They say, "excuse me, Jeff, but you've mistaken me for a girl that's out tonight to try and meet a nice man like yourself. I 'm about to be married." She'll be smart and beautiful in her own right, the kind of woman I dream of almost nightly. She's not the kind of woman to be a hanger on, no, that's the kind of gal that really turns me off, "I hope you'll forgive me, ma'am, I'm only trying to find love." It seems I can always find the kind that I don't want. It's their negative attitudes that always run me off. I guess I'll finish this beer and go get in my car, maybe head down the block to another bar, it could be that I'm looking in all the wrong places. I know the game of love wasn't meant to be played on a level field or be easy. It can make you nuts and and you'll start feeling like you're chasing smoke and mirrors. But I hate to think what it'd be like the rest of my life without the love of a wife, and be lonely, but if I could only.... find a woman with inner beauty that I could relate to. whose idea of love wasn't a bottle of bourbon and endless credit lines. We'd go out dancing and listen to a band or watch movies on the couch and feeling like best friends If she turned into the love of my life I'd be so happy. I could always go out and join a singles clubhouse, but that would seem a bit too manufactured to me I doubt they lack sincerity, but set ups have never been my cup of tea. All those shattered hearts in the same room would drive me crazy. I know the game of love wasn't ever meant to be played on a level field or be easy. It can make you nuts and you'll start to feeling like you're chasing smoke and mirrors. But I hate to think what the rest of my life will be like without the love of a wife, and be lonely. So here I sit in another bar looking for the right one. "Excuse me, ma'am, but did you just say something to me?" "Yes, I did," she says, "I've been watching you for weeks, and you don't seem like all those other creeps. How 'bout we blow this joint and go grab a bite to eat." Yes, I know the game of love wasn't ever meant to be played on a level field or be easy. It can mke you nuts and you'll start to feeling like you're chasing smoke and mirrors. But I hate to think what the rest of my life will be like without the love of a wife, and be lonely. I guess love has to come in its own time if it's ever going to be real. And with any luck we all might find that it ain't all smoke and mirrors. There's so many like me out there tonight, they just hide it better and I'm going to let her, give me a chance. at not being lonely. Yes, I'm going to give her a chance, at not being lonely, now if I could only find my car keys..... copyright 10-29-00 |
| Round and Around 1) A lot of people have been talking to me, they're feeling a lot of insecurities. Lots of crying and lots of pain, they've got their tails between their legs again. 2) They don't seem to know which way they want to go, they just can't seem to get into the flow. I've been that way myself before, living life behind my bedroom door. chorus: They're going round and around till they're upside down getting at what they think they need. Round and around till they're down on the ground, honey, we don't need everything. Our love's a fine destiny. 3) Everyone knows the man who lives his life all alone. He owns half the whole damned county. He's got 15 oil wells and a million dollar home, but he's lost in misery. 4) He's got more CPA's than a tree has leaves, and the IRS is jumping down his throat. He's got a boatload of money but he can't find a nice woman because he's lost touch with everyday folk. They're going round and around till they're upside down getting at what they think they need. Round and around till they're down on the ground, honey, we don't need everything. Our love's a fine destiny. middle 8 1) 2) We've all been that way ourselves before living life behind our bedroom doors. copyright 6-95 |
| echoes your picture tonight sits by my bedside. my heart still yearns for you. i guess you've really taken flight, begun a new life. have you done what you said you'd always do? echoes of those times are reminding me this evening, how the wine of our nights came so easily. we drank it all in our eyes shown so brightly. i'm lost in a canyon because echoes of you, are haunting this room. our quilt caresses my body. and i still wear your ring. a strand of your hair i've just now seen on your pillow. it's always something. your spirit lingers, a band of trust and memories echoes of those times are reminding me this evening, how the wine of our nights came so easily. we drank it all in when our eyes shown so brightly. now it's like i'm in a canyon because echoes of you, seem to be haunting this room echoes of those times i'm finding here every evening. we took it all in, i'm disbelieving you're gone., i remember we held each other so tightly and echoes of you, are haunting this room. you picture tonight, is by his bedside. is he laying next to you? i guess you've really taken flight, and begun a new life. you've gone and done what you said you'd always do. copyright March 23, 2001 . |
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| The Journey it never came. it never came. it never came. his wasted life spent in misery put a gun in his hand he forgot about the journey. it never came. she never found it. she never found it. she didn't have a clue. she searched everywhere it was always there she couldn't keep it up any longer. because she never found it. he never got it. he never got it, they never gave it to him. a young life spent in misery always giving, being who he was supposed to be. so he set out on his own journey he couldn't bear it any longer he couldn't wait on them to get stronger. because he never got it. little boys need more than toys they need more than imaginary friends send them out to play when you've had a hard day your ways nearly destroyed him and it's all come back on you it never came. it never came, it never came. childhoods spent in misery always clinging to prayers and holding onto dreams new days always brought the same old things it never came. it never came. they never found it. they never found it, they didn't have a clue. so how were they supposed to give it to you still searching everywhere instead of showing they cared they were trying to show you in their own ways what not to do when you're having bad days because they never found it. little girls and boys need more than toys they need more than imaginary friends sent out to play when their parents had hard days strange ways destroyed them and it all came back on you down through the generations. little boys and girls need more in this world they need more than imaginary friends their tears were as bitter as yours were when it seemed no one cared to listen it's all come back on you. yes, it's all come down to you. so what are you going to do. copyright March 26, 2001 |
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| Is a sister in law still a sister in law after you've been divorced from her sister? Doesn't matter. This was written for her. For Michelle we watched waves roll in from the sea together. they seemed to promise us that a day would be on its way, that they might wash in miracles for you and me bringing in our dreams and salvation. we let them go long ago, our souls, didn't we? just like the tides that wash away dreams and sand everyday i know and you know we gave it up too easily, ending in lives of heartbreak and frustration. sweet heart, dear soul, you could never get free of the demons that held onto you. sweet heart, forever more there's no more hell for you to endure, and i can tell, you're at peace now. you deserve it. you paid your dues to those who tried to use you. your time has come for you to go now from this earth. your search for peace has ended and finally arrived. it is time for me to be alone now with my thoughts of you. God rest your soul, Michelle. i love you, as did those who were lucky enough to see your true light. copyright august 1999 |
| 12 Bar Caffeine Blues I've got that caffeine running through me, mama. I've got that caffeine strolling right through me. I've got that caffeine high all over me, little baby. My mouth's on a roll and these words are flowing right out of me. I don't know if I'm making any sense at all, all I know is I'm having a ball, catching a buzz on this little brown bean that's called coffee. I'm thinking I can solve all the world's problems just for a minute, bring us some peace and end a whole lot of misery. I'm thinking I can explain e equals mc squared, pretty little mama, I've got a smooth edge rolling right over me. And not to worry if I start into shaking, because it just means I'm catching a good buzz from these little ol' coffee beans. I've got a java high on me, mama. I've got a nice fever running all through me. I'd like to have another mug of mud, little baby. My body is warm and I'm feeling good cause of these pretty coffee beans. I know when enough's enough and it ain't tough, to stop drinkin' my sweet little ol' coffee beans. So why don't you get up, and pour me another cup? It's sending good thoughts to my brain, so why haven't you made it illegal like cocaine? That's right, that's what this song is about. I don't need anyone to run my life, it's like they're trying to choose me my wife. Get your goody two shoes selves away from me and my God given liberties. middle 8 or 16 Well, I've got caffeine running through me politician. It's part of my lovely morning routine. I've got a good buzz on me FDA and DEA man, if you're gonna mess with that, a lot o' people are gonna get mean. And I might even smoke a cigarette or three, and I bet that gets you to shaking, because you like making laws to save us from us and me from me. My coffee gets me to thinking, that some folk can't let well enough be. They can't stand to see other's making, good lives on their own without interjecting their views of how we outh to be out and living, instead of lettin' us go out, and make our own kind of serenity. So why don't you get up, and try pouring yourself a cup? Jump into reality, and do us a favour and let us all be. That's right, that's what this song is all about. We don't need you to impose your views on our lives, or try and take away anymore of our rights. Just let us determine our own destinies. Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh my sweet, sweet Lord, tell these federal poe-leece people please, to just let us be alone and stay away from our beautiful little coffee beans. copyright September 10, 2000 |
| I Hope You're All Right (excerpt from 'Two Lovers Stranded' part VII, final song) I wanted to write you a love song because we're so very far apart, and I hope it won't be long before we can start anew. Haven't heard from you in ages, and the pages of our lives just keep on turning. Is it wrong that this burning love remains constant here for you? I hope you're all right. You're in the mountains by the sea now, they've always made your spirit soar. Serene Lasirena, peace seems to follow you wherever you go. We haven't talked in ages, pages of our lives just keep on turning. Is it wrong this burning love remains steady here for you? Bridge: Thoughts of you won't leave my mind. Is your heart yearning like mine for us tonight? Could we get together and take flight again? Am I dreaming? This night is so empty when you're so far away. I wanted to write you this love song, because we haven't spoken in ages, and the pages of our lives just keep on turning with the wind. And even though we've been apart for so very long, I hope you won't think it wrong, that this burning love remains steady here for you. And I hope, dear one, that you're all right. It all begins and ends with you, dear one. I hope that you're all right. copyright July 1999 |
| untitled # 18 love is come here, we're here to present ourselves to it as we were the day we were born. shorn of luxuries that didn't matter because we were new, and those who became us knew there was love, they thought. longing for walks in the park themselves with their chosen loves that evaporated into nothingness, like seasons passed relief comes in our darkest moments, forming sonnets of our lives and trying to make sense of it all. letters to lovers, and new days begun whence we find out there is only one to depend on. the ocean, the hills, tranquility fills us if we concentrate on that most, upon nothing but that, and have the peace of leaves falling upon Fall days. we were there, and it was free and we came to be our one, our lover, no other who could take that away in the darkest of our days. but i love you. you are in my soul as deep as the ground is to the earth. and, my love, i will search no further. love has come here, my love, to us, and the difference is we presented ourselves to a world indifferent and didn't care if it cared or not. leaves gone, pages read haven't lost their shine. mine will be to you until i've... and not even then copyright December, 2001 |
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