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Everything Heck/Thomson Every
little dream I wanna know Every
little secret that you hold Every
little thought in vetero Every
little tear that ever flowed Every
percolation of your soul Every
time you feel like letting go Wanna be
your boyfriend at the door Got a
bag of classic videos Maybe
Gunga Din or Vertigo If you’re
in the mood Deuce Bigalow I just
want to be essential Mr.
Speed Dial of your heart Mr. Can
Do Everything (Everything
you want) Everything
you want every single dream every secret need (Everything
you need) Every
ecstasy nothing in between give it to me clean (Everything
you want) Everything
you do everywhere you go wanna be there too (Everything
you need) Wish we
had a dream house on the bay Somewhere
we could duck and slip away Kill the
phone and live like hideaways Listen
to the seagulls every day You
could tell me things I never knew I could
do the very same for you Wanna
hear a joke? I got a few I could
sing the Beatles too Rocky
Racoon checked into his room Looking
for love with someone like you I just
want to be essential Want to
be your everything Some
people say we walk around with half a human soul We got
to find the other half somewhere in this crazy world I look
at you, I know I see that special missing piece You’re
everything I need You make
me feel complete I just
want to be essential Mr.
Speed Dial of the Heart Want to
be your everything Everything
you want, etc. The
white gloved technicians at the Cairo Fred Music Testing Laboratory just sent
a memo to our
Central Office advising that we have a previously unreleased gem in the
vaults! This is
a splendid opportunity for those of you who were unable to attend this
summer’s Joni
Mitchell Tribute show at the Strathmore Concert Hall (where Eagles guitarist,
Steuart Smith performed
with Cairo Fred) to get a Cairo Fred fix. So, enjoy this Cairo Fred original,
" a
delicious chorus that won't quit, AND some biting social commentary and
religious imagery from Desson). Freedom Street Heck / Thomson / Plavnieks Don’t
give me your cross to bear Everyone
has got his own You
heave that beam across your back Take
that lonely walk yourself Life
just spat you in the face Sent you
tumbling from this place Now
you’re blind with open eyes Your
soul’s run away to hide Don’t
think about the future (there’s nothing more to see) Don’t
think about the past (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Don’t
think about the future cause the future Is on Don’t
tell me about the saints No one
ever lived that clean I’ll bet
you Matthew, Mark and James Knew
every whorehouse on the scene Get a
grip upon yourself Drop
your righteousness as well Take the
first cab into town Take a
sniff at what’s around Don’t
think about the future……………………. |
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Lyrics | Out of the Blue |
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Arabian Nights
The
match is burning bright in his fingers But T.
E. Lawrence, he never lets go He
doesn’t care about the pain or the blister Something
hotter’s glowing in his soul T. E.
Lawrence is playing with fire I’m
reaching for the popcorn bowl Another
Friday night at the movies For you
and me at home Arabian
nights, feel the sand under your feet Arabian
nights, a million stars for us to keep Riding a
camel with you, riding for miles and miles I’ve got
you where I need you, by my side Remember
20th/Pennsylvania Watching
movies at the Circle all night Lord of
the Flies or We
watched them all through the flickering light Now the theater’s
a parking desert We spend
Arabian nights at home Another
Friday night at the movies For you
and me at home Hut,
hut!
John
Dawson: Bass / |
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Jones Got a
Jones for you Jones
for you Got a Jones
for you This
love is some addiction / I'm strung out over you This
love is crucifixion / I feel the nails go through My open
fleshy heart / and I'm howling on the hill That's
the way it feels / that's what I call a Jones (Got a
Jones for you / I'm a junked up fool) I could
fill my veins with you (Don't
know what to do) I would
use you if I could Who
needs stars at night time / my sky's on fire tonight You are
my constellation / I'm squinting in the light Is there
a cure for bliss / some sort of vaccine or Encounter
group for this / yeah, yeah, yeah, that's what I call a Jones Should I
look back and say I was
blind, now I see This
disease stays forever with me We meet
like movie actors / a screen kiss in the rain Is it real
or am I / just playing mental games Oh will
this moment last / why does it have to dim or Flicker
out so fast / yeah, yeah, yeah, that's what I call a Jones John
Dawson: Bass, Background Vocal / |
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That’s
me standing in your doorway That’s
me squeezing the rain from my clothes A light
is burning in your hallway That's
my beacon of hope I suppose Writing
letters don't come easy Face to
face is something I’d rather do I guess
I'm hoping the time you’ll give me Fifteen
heart to heart minutes with you What
more can I do Cause I
know I was wrong to put you to the test I was
wrong to treat you second best And now
here I am, hat in my hand I’ve
come to tell you I was wrong I’ve
been driving with blurry vision My love
for you was asleep at the wheel Now my
life is a front-end collision I take
the blame for the heartache you feel And it’s
real Is that
you hiding in the hallway Is that you
holding your breath till I’m gone I can’t
leave, oh, no, not ‘til you say Stay
forever or goodbye, so long Now I’m
on my knees, girl, just to say to you Give
this fool another chance because... Because
I know
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Used to be
between us love was risky and alive Night
flowed into morning like a never ending wine We were
drunken drivers down a crazy lover’s lane Now
we're only sober friends...Christ, it ain't the same I
remember when it happened the flood was coming down It
rained all through the night I thought the world
was gonna drown You were
standing in the doorway, it was seven days ago Your
face was dripping truths I didn't want to know But when
you said goodbye There
was something you left behind You left
your raincoat (and there’s no one inside) You left
your raincoat I
conjure up your face day after day The more
I think about it the more it fades away I'm
gripping onto something holding with my mind I'm
holding onto yesterday and the days gone by I’ll
take it outside in the pouring rain Leave it
in a heap in the alleyway Someone's
gonna find it, someone's gonna take it And save
it for a rainy day
John
Dawson: Bass, Background Vocal / |
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John
Dawson
Last
year we just about had the World Series won When the
other guys lucked out with some last minute runs We
repeated our intention to redeem our name And
we've been way out in front for most of this final game But it's
the bottom of the ninth and we're down by ten It's
like déjà vu all over again Déjà vu
means 'already seen' But was
it in your real life or just in a dream There's
something familiar about the state I'm in It's
like déjà vu all over again A
solitary life appeared to be my fate I
couldn't make romance last past the first date Then a
pretty woman told me with her goodnight kiss ‘Baby,
this is gonna be the love you thought you would miss’ Now she
calls up and says she just wants to be friends It's
like déjà vu all over again Déjà vu,
she said 'It's not you, it's me' I said
'Don't worry, baby, I was meant to be free' And it's
a Blockbuster evening alone in my den It's
like déjà vu all over again Some
people claim that these strange little spells Are the cosmic
remains of our previous selves I must
have been ten thousand people or more And they
all keep reminding me that they've been here before Picture
yourself in some new incarnation When out
of the blue comes that peculiar sensation You stop
in your tracks and try to figure out how You
remember the moment that we're sharing right now I was
driving in my Thunderbird a little too fast When my
mind got diverted by a blast from the past And I
found out what happens when you stray off course And
immovable trees meet irresistible Fords You can
see the scene on the reruns when They
show 'Déjà Vu’ all over again Déjà vu,
imagine my surprise When my
entire life flashed in front of my eyes When you
go to notify my next of kin Say it
was déjà vu all over again
John
Dawson: Vocal, Bass / |
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Dale
Fierke
I may
never know you as I should I may
never understand what could have been We
should not say Our love
has drifted far away From
where I stand I plainly see This
distance between you and me Has cooled
the warmth between our hands It’s
blown away and scattered in the shifting sands Rosanne,
sirens sing and angels cry Goodbye,
they watch and hover Rosanne,
silent stars will tell no lies Goodbye,
to my sweet lover As the
morning flags unfurl And wave
across this waking world I throw
these weary sheets aside And gaze
across those far and wide Forgotten
things I hung on to Billowed
white against your blues I never
meant to drag you down I never
meant to make you turn your life around Now you’re
on your own at last And life
continues slow and fast Between
the rising and the fall Beware
the siren softly calls Remember
me as best you can When
you’re looking for your angel-man Crawl
beneath the blanket sky And try
to catch those shooting stars Before
they fly away
John
Dawson: Bass, Background Vocal / |
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I've
been told loud and clear, I hear warnings every day Only
victims come to you, and you'd scare Medusa away Rules
are broken, life is cheap, people die one heart at a time Body
bags in a heap, is this love or serial crime They say
you're risky business, I think I'll take a chance They say
you're risky business, never fought for nothing else They say
there's no forgiveness, but I'm too blind to care Foolish
men crowd your place, just like astronauts stranded in space Strung
up like northern lights, hanging round like stringless kites Maybe I
heard your call, maybe that's what brings me around Isn't so
far to fall, when you live so close to the ground They say
you're risky business, I think I'll take a chance They say
you're risky business, never fought for nothing else They say
there's no forgiveness, but I'm too damed to care Love is
like a thousand cuts It's
later that you feel the pain You hide
yourself inside a hole And lick
your wounds and learn to live again Forget
the sorrows of long ago I think
I'll take a chance
Andy
Hamburger: Drums / |
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Every
night’s the same at the embassy Sip the
dinner wine, play the mystery He’s the
grand old man, but you’re just 25 You’re
his ornament around party time Tell me
what goes on at night Does he
watch and take delight Do you
open like a fan In the
hands of this old man Was it
this old man that you wanted when When you
were a girl in your old playpen When he
rubs his hands through your silky hair Is it
him you want or don’t you care He’s a
vampire gent his hair is standing straight When he
looks at you he sees a veal cutlet You’re a
little pawn in his private game Another
cheap glass of human pink champagne Tell me
what does he do at night By the
burning bedside light Do you
open like a fan In the
hands of this old man This old
man he played you Or did I
get it wrong, did you play him too This old
man, him or you Which
one is playing who
John
Dawson: Bass / Buddy Griffin: Pedal Steel / Bradford Heck: Keyboards / Desson
Thomson: Vocal / Andris Plavnieks: Guitars / Erik True: Drums |
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Out of the Blue Out of
the blue / I could turn a cartwheel I'm over
the moon / If you wanna know how my heart feels Since I
heard you / came back in circulation My
world's gone through / some kind of transformation You got
me dreaming my friend About a
love from way back when Feels
like I'm back from the dead You
brought me back to life again You left
me lost without a clue So many
years, no sign of you Do I
dare believe it's true You're
back again out of the blue Back
again out of the blue Sometimes
life / leaves a door cracked open That's
my sign / to jump in before it closes Since
you came / I feel you drawing nearer It's a
brand new day / and my world is so much clearer I guess
I've broken the law Fell in
love with my best friend But I
can't help it at all Peter
Chamberlain: Drums / Tom Eicher: Piano / |
