Moody Girl

by Circe Link

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Track 1. Lost and Sinking Down on Wall and Boyd where cardboard is king People sleep on the streets they don’t have a thing Except blues in the night and faces full of pain Holes in their pockets and dreams down the drain Underneath an old truck in a junkyard up north Lives a little old man who thinks there’s a war No more doctors and care no more taking his meds The budget’s been cut now cement makes his bed But the sun keeps on rising and it just don’t seem fair With a home full of hungry and our cupboard far from bare And I say Jesus, we’ve hit some real bad luck How many souls you got to take to skip the next one? And I say good Lord, where did I lose that oar? This little boat once made of faith is lost and sinking Whoa lost and sinking And I say Jesus, we’ve hit some real bad luck How many souls you got to take to skip the next one? And I say good Lord, where did I lose that oar? This little boat once made of faith is lost and sinking Right on Camden and First where ya go to be seen People smile in your face while behind you they scheme They’ve got vaults full of pride and closets full of shame They’ll climb up your back while they’re reaching for fame But the sun keeps on rising and it seems so surreal Down the freeway we’re flying with the devil at the wheel And I say Jesus, we’ve hit some real bad luck How many souls you got to take, skip the next one? And I say good Lord, where did I lose that oar? This little boat once made of faith is lost and sinking My little boat once made of faith is lost and sinking, lost and sinking This little boat once made of faith is lost and sinking Written by Circe Link Narccisiphus Music (BMI) 2006 Christian Nesmith Neztoons Publishing (BMI) 2006
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Take a Bite 03:51
Track 2. Take a Bite Yesterday I found a very special tree It called to me, what did I see? Winding down a handsome snake with blackest eyes He told no lies and so I tried And then I saw clearly You know I’ve had quite a few So I brought this one for you, take a bite, take a bite I can bake it in the sweetest butter pie To your delight it smells so nice Put it in a glass with vodka and vermouth Martini style, green apple high And now I see clearly Ok I’ve had one or two But I made this just for you, take a bite, take a bite I know your papa thinks I’m rotten to the core ‘Cause with forbidden fruit He knew that it would leave you wanting more Much more, baby much more, oh give me some more So much more I went and did the thing he told us not to do But damn the consequence and Take a chance ‘cause this is something new, so new So, now when I eat a berry or a peach it just won’t do I’ve learned the truth Now I have had he finest treat for those alive and I’m on fire With fresh desire and now I see clearly Because I’ve had more than you and I want you to try it too, take a bite, take a bite Written by: Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music 2006 (BMI) Christian Nesmith – Neztoons Publishing 2006 (BMI)
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Album: Moody Girl Track #3 Falling on Knives I’ve heard it said love is a dangerous playground Covered in red, tearing a dress is a sweet sound But it was an accident seems that she fell But stains on his hands have a secret to tell Let it be known, bad things will sometimes just happen White as a bone, blades pose as words while they’re flying But it was an accident couldn’t you tell And stains on his hands have a secret to tell Falling on knives, falling on knives Such are the lives of girls who love dangerous men Cleanly run through for loving you Looks like the prize I get for doing my best Is falling on your knife You’d think she’d know it was lying about Not very sharp for a genius But quick to disclose you told her right out Life with a butcher is dangerous Blood covered lips given a kiss for the last time Isn’t it rich? Smart girls are supposed to know better And now that I’m dying right here on the floor My sad little hope’s that you’ll love me so very much more Falling on knives, falling on knives Such are the lives of girls who love dangerous men Cleanly run through for loving you Looks like the prize I get for doing my best Is falling on your knife I’ve heard it said love is a dangerous playground Written by Circe Link Narccisiphus Music (BMI) 2006 Christian Nesmith Neztoons Publishing (BMI) 2006
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Track #4 Waiting to Shine I am a prayer in the darkness Upon the lips of the blind Seeking the world and it’s wisdom Show me the way to the light I am a song in the distance That lonely ears hear at night Filling the world made of madness Lift up your head and hear me cry Now you know why Sometimes fruit will dry on the vine Hidden inside little dreams still waiting to shine I am a soul spinning silent Leaving the world and it’s blight From down on high I am crying Losing my way and my sight I am a light with a secret Under the worlds weight I hide Aching to see morning break where From underneath I’ll one day rise Now you know why Sometimes fruit will dry on the vine Hidden inside little dreams still waiting to shine Waiting to shine Lord, waiting to shine Let wishes be horses so beggars can ride Let wishes be horses so beggars can ride I am a bird kept from freedom Innocent inmate of time Wicked the world and it’s violence Unlock the door see me fly I am a tree thick with branches Full of desire bitter and sweet Giving the world all the answers Ask of yourself which one you’ll eat Now you know why Sometimes fruit will dry on the vine Hidden inside little dreams still waiting to shine Waiting to shine Lord, Waiting to shine Let wishes be horses so beggars can ride Written by Circe Link Narccisiphus Music (BMI) 2005
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Track #5 Breaking Bones Salted nights in aching sheets Blacking the starlight out Sweaty hands and crooked teeth Kiss from and iron mouth Give me what I need, peel me back with speed Underneath your gaze, underneath your weight Love like breaking bones, break my bones Love like breaking bones, sticks and stones Lover’s lips and sordid dreams Tangle and tie me down Oiled skin we curl with steam Never enough somehow Look right here I ruined my dress And on you I blame this mess Give me what I need, peel me back with speed Underneath your gaze, underneath your weight Love like breaking bones, break my bones Love like breaking bones, sticks and stones In a crushing embrace I am frozen like a tiny sparrow With the sweetest of faces I’m joyful for the crushing moments A falling anvil your touch breaks me deep and wide But I am happy to be broken Love like breaking bones, sticks and stones Love like breaking bones, sticks and stones You wanna take break my bones You gonna take it sticks and stones Written by Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI) Christian Nesmith – Neztoons Publishing (BMI)
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The Crime 06:56
Track #7 The Crime Let me start at my favorite part, which is the end Where no one wins at the game With Achilles tendencies your weak but with such subtleties, As you play, taking aim And Shakespeare’s ghost could write a host of tragedies Committed in your name And agony and ecstasy play out like Antigone, what a shame Now don’t you know, that it shows? ‘Cause you can hide behind your lie Pretending no one sees the crime but now I do Sunday drivers always crash It was me who broke the looking glass, for the last time Sophocles could never dream more bitter men Then such as these, in his whole life, his whole life And floating in sea of flowers Ophelia wastes the drifting hours Just like me, baby And I’ll play your Persephone And down I go to Hades you see, I am burning So does it show, now that you know? ‘Cause I can hide behind my lie Pretending no one sees the crime but now you do Stars are tearing down our sky and we’re spinning Oh my love, what have we done? If you’re guilty so am I Where’s the truth this time? Are we blind? Is love our only crime? Caught a tiger by the tail But gravity was bound to fail in this cage And falling like young Icarus Our feathers burnt our shoulders blistered with pain, no remains And much ado about nothing The humor our suffering with each day But seeing like the Sybil fair The path is dark so all beware of the way And now we know, the truth is shown ‘Cause we can hide behind the lie Pretending no one sees the crime but now don’t you? And we can hide behind the lie Pretending no one sees the crime but now don’t you? Written by Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI) 2005
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Moody Girl (free) 03:36
Album: Moody Girl Track #6 Moody Girl Moody girl, in a whirl, your life is like a Pollack mural Such a teen, drama queen, everything is so obscene Always standing in the down pour Pretty mouth wide open drowning Tiny feet that spin in circles Bruise the world and leave a purple Moody girl, in a whirl, carving hearts in knotted burl Silly dame, what a shame, can’t you see you’re to blame? Always telling others secrets But you never seem to spill yours Wonder who the rules were made for Not for you cause because the game’s called Moody girl, in a whirl, moody girl, in a whirl Lipstick, perfume, stains upon your dress Broken teacups, shinning in the mess No one told you life could be so bland You make the best of what you have I can see why you’re a Moody girl, in a whirl, moody girl, in a whirl Lilting eyelash, crocodile tears Knee jerk passion practiced all the years No one told you life could be so bland You make the worst of what you have No surprise that you’re a Moody girl, in a whirl, clutching at dime-store pearls How ‘bout that spoiled brat? Always thought you’d laugh last When it’s time to face the music You’ve got cotton in your ears But the ever-smiling poseur sings a song freshly composed for Moody girl, in a whirl, moody girl in a whirl Written By Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI) 2005 Christian Nesmith – Neztoons Pubishing (BMI) 2005
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Sugar Mine 04:03
Track # 8 Sugar Mine Sugar mine you make candied nights See the stars how they’re glistening Underneath a lemon moon We will swim in milk and honeydew Sugar mine you make such delights On my sweet lips cherry tingling Heaven to me Is a sweet tooth you see So sugar mine I think I love you Confections blue when I’m not with you Affections sour and sad So bittersweet till next we meet but But darling I need sugar all the time Oh my love I need sugar in mine Sugar mine you make candied nights See the stars how they’re glistening Underneath a lemon moon We will swim in milk and honeydew Sugar mine you make such delights On my sweet lips cherry tingling Heaven to me Is a sweet tooth you see So sugar mine I think I love you Written by Circe Link Narccisiphus Music (BMI) Christian Nesmith Neztoons Publishing (BMI)
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Track #9 Muscle of Love Who’s the queen of the locker room? Who’s the cream of the crop? Poor Joey took her to the matinee Said “God she wouldn’t stop!” Holy muscle of love I got a muscle of I must have gone through that crazy age Where everything is hot ‘Cause I don’t know if the things I’m thinking Are normal thoughts or not Holy muscle of love I got a muscle of Well I read Dad’s books like I did before Now things are crystal clear Lock the door in the bathroom now I just can’t get caught in here Holy muscle of love My hearts a muscle of love Holy muscle of love Must be a gift from above Yeah yeah yeah I got a muscle of love Written by A. Cooper and M. Bruce Sony ATV Songs LLC
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City Blues 03:33
Track #10 City Blues It’s a high wire without a net Life in the city with the time clock clickity And days end never comes near When you’ve got to shake the city blues It’s a rat race, where’s all the cheese? Seems such a pitty grind you down to the nitty gritty Bone dry your out of luck ‘Cause you’ve got a case of city blues That old boss, man breathing down your neck You know it’s just about enough to drive you to drinking Just don’t sit around when you’re feeling down Let me tell you exactly what I’m thinking You take one hop skip and a jump Pack up your troubles in your old black jalopy Take two bills, spend every buck ‘Cause that’s how to lose the city blues That old boss man, breathing down your neck You know it’s just about enough to drive you to drinking Just don’t sit around when your feeling down Let me tell you exactly what I’m thinking It’s a bad rap in the big house Chain gang from nine to five so make a break and play it wise Let wild winds play in your hair When you’ve finally slip the city blues Come on don’t be a sucker brother ‘cause You may not get another one So get your walking papers Before your pulling capers You better get yourself a train a Boat or a cab Start playing hooky like a kid out’ta school Let the dust fly devil may care Cause you got to blow the city blues So take my advise, it’s a steal Call up your pretty kitty skip the town ‘for you get wiggy Warm sands are calling you name ‘cause that’s where there ain’t no city blues The promised land is calling you You better leave tomorrow I’m talking to you ‘bout those old city blues Written by Circe Link Narccisiphus Music (BMI) Christian Nesmith Neztoons Publishing (BMI)
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Little Pearl 04:26
Track #11 Little Pearl Little pearl she is so sad She sings the blues for every man, she has loved See her tender shaking hands Frightened dove, which cannot land And it’s too bad about the pearl She is so sad, a wasted girl, she is crying Little pearl she cuts her heart, wide open From inside she pulls her art, and it is bleeding See her sacrificial lamb, yearlings die before her hand And it’s too bad about the pearl She is so sad, a wasted girl, she is vying Little pearl the moon should have such charms like you do In quiet alarm you tend a crop of deepest blues Diamonds sapphires ash and bone So strange to you it doesn’t show how you shine It doesn’t show how you shine, how you shine Little pearl she is alone Pacing ‘round her empty home, and she is sleepless See her by the window stand, solitary wave of hand And it’s too bad about the pearl She is so sad a wasted girl But she is trying, oh she’s is trying, yeah she’s trying Written By Circe Link Narccisiphus Music (BMI) 2005
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Track #12 Hell of a Good Man Listen ladies,I’m tired hearing of all your candy coated cries I’d rather eat my dinner dining on a bucket of dirt Then spend one precious moment with just one of those jerks I’d rather crawl through glass and set my hair on fire Sister maybe,There ain’t no pay off when your racehorse is a drag You been behind him with a shovel every step on the track And when you’re all but finished you’ll be smooching that ass Now someone must have dropped you on your head So I’ll tell you what my mama always said It takes a hell of a good man to be my Mr. Right It takes a hell of a sweet man to see me every night It takes a hell of a good man to be better than no man at all A hell of a man just like my daddy Lion or lamb he loves me And on his heart my brand is sweet, and I’m a queen It takes a hell of a good man to be my Mr. Right It takes a hell of a sweet man to see me every night It takes a hell of a good man to be better than no man at all Listen ladies, I hope that you don’t think that I don’t understand But I would rather stick a red-hot poker right in my eyes Then wonder which is bigger his IQ or shoe size I’d rather lick hot wires or Russian roulette It takes a hell of a good man to be my Mr. Right It takes a hell of a sweet man to see me every night It takes a hell of a good man to be better than no man at all Written By Circe Link Narccisiphus Music (BMI) 2006
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Track #13 Shouldn’t Be the Same Sitting by the window I see the sun break through the sky Flying through the distance I send a prayer to seek the light A simple hope to keep you And guide you back safely through the night Singing on the warm breeze I hear songbird call your name Bringing on it’s soft wing a little hope to ease the pain A little faith to comfort And calm you while darkness still remains So hold on and find the way home Your hearts here but while your soul roams We’ll wait for you, so come back soon Cause, it wouldn’t be, it couldn’t be It shouldn’t be the same, with out you Setting on the water I see the sun turn sweetest red Drifting in the ocean I think I see your silhouette Even though it’s faint, forever we will look for you my friend Hold on and find the way home Your hearts here but while your soul roams We’ll wait for you, so come back soon Cause, it wouldn’t be, it couldn’t be It shouldn’t be the same, with out you So swim back to shore, no one could want you more Then we who have seen your magic And sit by the fireside and play us a song About your long journey home So hold on and find the way home Your hearts here but while your soul roams We’ll wait for you, so come back soon Cause, it wouldn’t be, it couldn’t be It shouldn’t be the same So swim back to shore, no one could want you more Then we who have seen your magic And sit by the fireside and play us a song About your long journey home Written by Circe Link Narccisiphus Music (BMI) 2006 Christian Nesmith Neztoons Publishing (BMI) 2006

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“If you don’t like the weather just wait a second and it will change” is the motto of this record. From Cowboy Jazz to Swamp Rock to Pop this record shows many moods and styles capable of an artist looking to express something more than the same thing over and over again.

Produced and Mixed by Christian Nesmith
Mastered & Executive Produced by Brant Biles of Mi Casa Multimedia, Los Angeles California
Recorded by Brant Biles at Sound Image, Van Nuys California
Additional Recording by Christian Nesmith at Studio MoonJuneSpoon Los Angeles, California
Art & Design by Circe Link

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released August 1, 2008

Vocals: Circe Link
Drums: Christopher Allis
Acoustic Guitar: Christian Nesmith
Acoustic Guitar: Bart Ryan
Piano: Michael Sherwood
Violin: Michael Starr
Bass: Ian Walker/John Classick
Backing Vocals: Sarah Schweppe

Christian Nesmith uses and endorses Line6 Guitars and Amps
Christopher Allis uses and endorses Drum Workshop drums, pedals and hardware,
Attack Drumheads, Vader Drumsticks, Istanbul Agop Cymbals, Factory Percussion

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