1. |
Lost and Sinking
03:32
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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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2. |
Take a Bite
03:51
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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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3. |
Falling on Knives
04:57
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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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4. |
Waiting To Shine
04:42
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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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5. |
Breaking Bones
05:28
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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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6. |
The Crime
06:56
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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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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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8. |
Sugar Mine
04:03
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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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9. |
Muscle Of Love
03:21
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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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10. |
City Blues
03:33
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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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11. |
Little Pearl
04:26
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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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12. |
Hell Of A Good Man
04:27
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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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13. |
Shouldn't Be The Same
04:45
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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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