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The Little Things
03:27
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The Little Things
You have a joke you like to tell
It gets a laugh reliably well
I’ve heard that joke so many times
I could tell it in my sleep
Yet as I’m laying bets
On what you’ll do or say
You prove me wrong
And in spite of myself
I’m smiling anyway
It’s the little things you do
That drive me crazy
And it amazes me
I still love you like I do
You don’t thrill me like you used to
I’m getting lazy
And it amazes me
I still love you like I do
You do this quirky thing when you chew
And though it bugs me, what can I do?
I’ll think about a sandy beach
Imagine myself there alone
Sure, I have fantasies
In which you’re not around
Still without you
My life would be all picture with no sound
It’s the little things you do
That drive me crazy
And it amazes me
I still love you like I do
You don’t thrill me like you used to
I’m getting lazy
And it amazes me
I still love you like I do
Sometimes I think I could leave you
And get more for what I pay
I’m not sure that I’m such a bargain
Who am I kidding anyway?
It’s the little things you do
That drive me crazy
And it amazes me
I still love you like I do
You don’t thrill me like you used to
I’m getting lazy
And it amazes me
I still love you like I do
In spite of everything
I still do
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2. |
Super Blue Blood Moon
02:43
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Super Blue Blood Moon
Wake me up at four o’clock
The Super Blue Blood Moon’s in town
They say you won’t come back
Til we’re all dead and gone
Streetlights cycle on
Scattered stars through the trees
The morning chill, so dark and still, just me
Where did everybody go
Am I the one that’s left behind
It’s quiet but I don’t mind
As you come into view
I feel something new
Through the miles of space
I gaze into the light of you, your face
You fill up the sky as your crimson red rises
You regard me
And I regard you
There’s nothing to say
I’ve got no place to be
So I’ll stand here
And bask in the view
Can I see you again
Present like a friend
I’ve been waiting to meet
Can I sustain your mystery
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Calling All Good Wishes Home
I got a message:
“Hey Alison
This is Mike we used to date
In the fifth grade
I saw a movie about Queen and
Freddie Mercury
It made me think of you
Do you remember me?”
I wrote him back
“Hey Mike
What a nice surprise
Sure I do remember you
You used to ride a dirt bike
Oh hey and by the way
I was so sad to hear
About your brother Jay”
And I’d like to think
We’d pick up the thread
From way back then
But I doubt we will
Even if we did
Would you know me still?
He said, “Yeah Jay
What a tough go
I’d say those last three years
From ’89 on were the worst
He died in ‘91
Just like Mercury
I guess that’s why I teared up
When I saw the movie”
“Anyway,” he said
“I realize
I didn’t end it that well
With you but what the hell
We were ten years old and
I had to start somewhere
Now I’m married with kids
So be cool, take care”
And I’d like to think
We’d pick up the thread
From way back then
But I doubt we will
Even if we did
Would you know me still?
I’m calling all good wishes home
If you think it’s nothing much
You don’t know me
Calling all good wishes home
There’s no need to miss the past
It never goes away
(Repeat 2x)
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4. |
Getting Back To You
04:20
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Getting Back To You
I’m just now getting back to you
I’m just now getting back to you
My story was fake
But the pain I felt
In making it up
I promise you
Was true
My life was such a mess back then
My life was such a mess back then
I couldn’t feel
Wouldn’t let myself
Now I’m open and raw
I’ve come to
Make amends
Maybe I’m crazy
Living in the past
It’s gone, so gone
Don’t know how to fix this
I’m holding on too fast
Move on, move on
I’m not the same as I was then
I’m not the same as I was then
I wrote some notes
On a 3 by 5
‘Bout the damage I did
To you when we were friends
Maybe I’m crazy
Living in the past
It’s gone, so gone
Don’t know how to fix this
I’m holding on too fast
Move on, move on
Like a bird
Flirting with the sun
I have burned my wings
What’s done is done
I have no
Clever words to say
Now the sun feels cold
And far away
Maybe I’m crazy
Living in the past
It’s gone, so gone
Don’t know how to fix this
I’m holding on too fast
Move on, move on
I’m just now getting back to you
I’m just now getting back to you
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5. |
Be More Jane
04:19
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Be More Jane
The other day I made a new acquaintance
And her name is Jane
I could see she was confident
Without being vain
She has a way of making people
Feel just right at ease
Jane does as she pleases
No matter who agrees
When I looked at Jane’s life
I felt so immature
So I resolved to be less me
And a little more like her, a Jane connoisseur
Be more Jane
I told myself
As I looked in the mirror
Be more Jane
And maybe if you do
You’ll feel less insecure
Be more Jane
It couldn’t hurt to be
A little more like Jane
And a little less mundane
I hatched a scheme to study Jane in her
Natural habitat
You should have seen I was so in the zone
I’d never been like that
I kept track of my observations
Of what made Jane Jane
I found out who did Jane’s hair
And got mine cut the same
I friended all her Facebook friends
Now I had friends galore
And if you think that’s meaningless
You must not know the score
‘Cause more is always more
Be more Jane
I told myself
As I looked in the mirror
Be more Jane
And maybe if you do
You’ll feel less insecure
Be more Jane
It couldn’t hurt to be
A little more like Jane
And a little less mundane
Meet our narrator; we’ll call her “Jane Doe,” an unfulfilled woman chasing the illusion of popularity by proxy. How sad, you think. And yet, who among us is immune to the desire for perfection, the admiration of our peers? We walk a treacherous path when we fashion ourselves after our idols. Some lose the battle, and their minds, in the pursuit. What lies ahead for our Jane Doe, caught in the iron grip of her twisted fantasy? Will she succumb to madness or escape that shadowy realm otherwise known as…The Jane Zone?
Finally my blind pursuit of Janeness
Has paid off in spades
My body’s changed; my boobs have grown a cup size
Heck I’m even getting laid
All Jane’s friends abandoned her
And said they like me better
Jane renounced her Janehood
It was clear I was the winner
And when the buzzer on my cellphone
Woke me from the nightmare
I had to check the mirror
And all I could do was stare, where was I, oh where
I miss me
I thought I could be Jane
But it’s not meant to be
I miss me
I jumped into the deep end
Now I’m lost at sea
Honestly, who needs a perfect life
Mine’s good enough for me
Crazy it may be
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6. |
Couples Counseling
03:54
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Couples Counseling
I do not want to do couples counseling
Couples counseling with you
I wish that I had said these words
Said them out loud because they’re true
But I didn’t want to hurt you
So I swallowed hard
And now we’re in this waiting room
With a box of tissues and a ticking clock
A noise machine in place
To blunt the edge of the shock
I can’t see the point of going further, can you?
That’s the only thing that’s left to say
You and I and the couples counselor
Couples counselor skirt the truth
You’re blinking back the tears and
All I’m thinking is how it hurts to pull the tooth
So we play along and compliment
The qualities we loved
And wonder where they went
A few rounds in the punches come
She sends us to our corners
To salve the wounds til they’re numb
I can’t see the point of going further, can you?
That’s the only thing that’s left to say
Who gets the credit?
Who gets the blame?
I’m all out of pieces to play
In this elaborate game
We make a date for our next appointment
Next appointment with her
Her eyes say this is hopeless
While her lips say this progress for sure
So we write a check for a large amount
And settle up the balance
Of what’s left in our joint account
I can’t see the point of going further, can you?
That’s the only thing that’s left
That’s the only thing that’s left to say
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7. |
So Long, Boom Boom
03:16
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So Long, Boom Boom
We used to say you’d be
A lawyer someday
You were one logical
Argumentative kid
Yes you were
But when we saw your face
Light up with the glow
Of your homemade volcano
We said, “Scratch that.
She’s a chemist!”
Now you’re packing up
That U-Haul truck
Off to college
Waving to us
In the rearview
We look so small
Compared to you
So long, Boom Boom
Thanks for the whoop-de-doos
We’re so damn proud of you
No matter what path you choose
Your birthday dinner of
The year you turned six
When your parents split up,
And grandma croaked
And your new dog too--
Lucky kid!
And you said, “Now we’re gonna
Say how we feel,”
And the feelings got real
Just to say them
Made it better
Now that kid’s grown up
You’ve felt enough
For a lifetime
Call us when you
Get there we won’t
Sleep well at all
Until you do
So long, Boom Boom
Thanks for the whoop-de-doos
We’re so damn proud of you
No matter what path you choose
The women you came from
I know they’d be proud of you
The women you came from
I know they live on in you
For all of their sacrifice
Paid off in you (Repeat 2x)
So long, Boom Boom
Thanks for the whoop-de-doos
We’re so damn proud of you
No matter what path you choose
(Repeat)
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8. |
This Sucks
03:33
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This Sucks
This sucks
Another Saturday night
Alone with the two of you
I’m stuck
No car and I don’t have
A license anyway
Shake the dregs of a dime bag
On a torn piece of Zig Zag
Light up, take a drag
And slip outside
I’ll be toking under stars tonight
I know deep inside I’m bracing for a fight
Pretty soon I’m gonna fly away
Til then, I’m just trying to keep the hurt at bay
He’s there
Glaring at her,
Eyes so hard and critical
I dare
To stare right back at him
On her behalf
I’m the last of the four kids
And I’m keeping my own list
Of the things that I promise I won’t miss
I’ll be toking under stars tonight
I know deep inside I’m bracing for a fight
Pretty soon I’m gonna fly away
Til then, I’m just trying to keep the hurt at bay
Will I be you in twenty years?
Stuck in a loop, out of ideas
Is this how it starts, don’t want to play
A part in this misery
How will I ever get away?
You’re in my bones, my DNA
I don’t want to see
This anger come over me
The way it’s in you
I’ll be toking under stars tonight
I know deep inside I’m bracing for a fight
Pretty soon I’m gonna fly away
Til then, I’m just trying to keep the hurt at bay
Pretty soon I’m gonna fly away
Til then, I’m just trying to keep the hurt at bay
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9. |
There's A Ghost
03:35
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There’s a Ghost
There’s a ghost in my neighborhood
And she sees me like no one ever could
Floats along on my midnight run
Turns the streetlights on one by one
There’s a ghost in the house next door
Says she recognizes me from before
Offers gifts to me at first light
Though she keeps me up about half the night
And the ghost leaves signs
Like a ring I thought I’d lost appearing
Or a message in the steam of a bathroom mirror
There’s a ghost with me all the time
Improvising lines to my rhyme
Sits me still when I wanna flee
Sees a pearl gleam inside me
And the ghost leaves signs
Like a ring I thought I’d lost appearing
Or a message in the steam of a bathroom mirror
But I’m not sure why
So I scratch my head and walk away
And the ghost says, fine, I’ll reach you on another day
Everything is fair game for the taking
(I know you’ll use it somehow)
Nothing matters as long as you’re making
(So goddamn it, make it now)
And the ghost leaves signs
Like a ring I thought I’d lost appearing
Or a message in the steam of a bathroom mirror
But I’m not sure why
So I scratch my head and walk away
And the ghost says, fine, I’ll reach you on another day
There’s a ghost watching over me
I’m doing fine with the mystery
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Alison Gant Cambridge, Massachusetts
Alison Gant has produced award winning educational videos for ITVS and the Massachusetts Safe Schools program. For 17 years she developed curriculum and taught English as a Second Language at the community college level. She is a singer-songwriter living in Cambridge, MA. ... more
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