tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103469312009-06-13T13:57:39.217-07:00Helen's LyricsBigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-50622462705872199742009-03-03T07:00:00.000-08:002009-03-03T07:02:02.877-08:00Rosebud Came A Dreamin'Rosebud came a dreamin' <br />'Round my psyche the other day<br />her man had lost his touch <br />up the mountain way<br /><br />The people he had spoken for <br />had all but moved on<br />Some cynic proles leaving him <br />without a leg to stand on<br /><br />Chorus: Can you help me my dear<br />Can your id do for me<br />What all the yellow press headlines<br />Failed to set free<br />Can you help me my dear<br />Can your soul do for me<br />What all the yellow press headlines<br />Failed to do for me<br /><br />I'm buried in snow<br />An avalanche this morning<br />Took all of my desires<br />left them scattered and longing<br /><br />The summit's message was stale<br />The point of view weak<br />Your folks need a new excuse<br />To turn the other cheek<br /> <br />C<br /><br />I'm wiped out<br />I'm wiped out<br />These rumors he's spreading<br />are clearing me out<br /><br />Rosebud cried at breakfast,<br />A sled of crystal tears,<br />Sitting as a sheltered myth<br />In a basement all these years<br /><br />Hear her man chortle<br />As he rallies a dying crowd<br />from saying some unspoken truths<br />just a little bit too loud<br /><br />© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-5062246270587219974?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-22594636675450208652009-03-03T06:58:00.002-08:002009-03-03T06:59:52.759-08:00Mythical HatersWho are these Mythical Haters<br />These virtual enemies<br />Digital vampires out of the dark<br />That try to bring you to your knees<br /><br />Faceless names point their arrows<br />at your hyped-up point of view<br />hiding behind a shroud of numbers<br />and you don't what to do<br /><br />Chorus: Take it from me, babe<br />You got yourself into this mess<br />It ain't worth it <br />to be less than your best<br />with the monsters who bless this set<br /><br />Show me all of these mythical haters<br />from childhood memories<br />Kids who'd throw the sticks at you <br />while hanging from the trees<br /><br />Now you're caught up with the Joneses<br />In all your flame war flair<br />Just another skirmish of logic<br />In anonymous warfare<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Nothing harder than Turning it off <br />and then just walking away<br />But you've got to put some diss off<br />until another day<br /><br />For your life is open to you<br />And the road is long and wide<br />why waste time fighting with demons<br />who have course to run and hide<br /><br />interlude<br /><br />Aren't you tired of mythical haters<br />These beasts from virtual freeze<br />Digital vampires out of the dark<br />That try to bring you to your knees<br /><br />Spending your time volleying filth<br />as monkeys at a zoo<br />hiding behind a shroud of numbers<br />and you don't what to do<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-2259463667545020865?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-43555756041408744262009-03-03T06:58:00.001-08:002009-03-03T06:58:56.353-08:00Back To AromasBack to Aromas<br /><br />I left my job<br />as a numbers gauge<br />in the dying embers<br />Of the dot com rage<br /><br />Head at my heels<br />Head at my heels<br /><br />Back to Aromas I go<br />Back to Aromas I go<br /><br />Jumped in an RV<br />To start a new life<br />On the side of 101<br />Where the trucks jackknife<br /><br />It's a different scene<br />It's a different scene<br /><br />Back to Aromas I go<br />Back to Aromas I go<br /><br />I met up with Bob<br />retired from the force<br />Giving kids rides<br />In his skyrise house<br /><br />I went as well<br />I went as well<br /><br />Back To Aromas I go<br />Back to Aromas I go<br /><br />My neighbor, she married<br />For money one time<br />Now she's happy<br />With her SS line<br /> <br />Wealthy in mind<br />Wealthy in mind<br /><br />Back to Aromas I go<br />Back to Aromas I go<br /><br />My best friend Matt<br />He patrols the park<br />Riding his wheelchair<br />Long after dark<br /><br />Hanging his gun<br />Hanging his gun<br /><br />Back to Aromas I go<br />Back to Aromas I go<br /><br />Riding holidays<br />On my red motorbike<br />Passing jams on <br />San Jose turnpikes<br /><br />Wind in my face<br />Wind in my face<br /><br />Back to Aromas I go<br />Back to Aromas I go<br /><br />Then one day<br />Contracts met the clock<br />Time to hitch up<br />and head off the block<br /><br />Time to move on<br />But, before too long<br /><br />It's back to Aromas I go<br />Back to Aromas I go<br /><br />© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-4355575604140874426?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-9040387862477391272009-03-03T06:57:00.000-08:002009-03-03T06:58:12.168-08:00Too Many GhostsToo many ghosts<br />are coming back to haunt me<br />one of them is you<br />and your hardened sobriety <br /><br />another is your best friend<br />you cut in clear-eyed glee<br />one more is your bitter ex<br />who has it in for me<br /><br />C: I had to do<br />What I had to do<br />The devil take my conscience<br />and burn it all with you<br /><br />Too many ghosts<br />are flying about this room<br />One of them keeps promising<br />she'll see my spirit soon<br /><br />Another wishes me well<br />raising a pic on high<br />Another casts the evil look<br />she'd give on the sly<br /><br />C<br /><br />I cleaned up my life<br />tucked my skeletons away<br />Never really knowing<br />they'd lie in wait one day<br /><br />Vindictive in their vigils<br />they'd wait a summer spell<br />to avenge my need to set things right<br />And chase me down to hell<br /><br />Too many ghosts<br />Are crying out to me<br />to pull the knives out of their backs<br />And put forth transparency<br /><br />But my side needs protection<br />My pride is in the clear<br />You're all dead and out of the way<br />And I have nothing to fear<br /><br />C<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-904038786247739127?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-44926290787210913262009-03-03T06:55:00.000-08:002009-03-03T06:57:12.460-08:00How Badly Do You Need A Lover?How badly do you need a lover, babe<br />Something happen in your life?<br />The college funds run out<br />As you kiss off your wife?<br /><br />Caressing a mistress in the dawn<br />With her hands on the ledge?<br />Just another sexed up siren<br />Who tempted you over the edge?<br /><br />How badly do you need a lover, babe<br />That you'd bring up these senseless lines<br />This smoked-in bar got tired of<br />after a thousand times<br /><br />Your desperate smile weakening<br />as you crack that dumb joke<br />friends stretching to unleash<br />that long marital yoke<br /><br />Chorus: But it's my Saturday night<br />And your Sunday morn<br />Yet another excuse <br />to not look so forlorn<br /><br />How badly do you need a lover, babe<br />Right now, I do<br />Right now, I do<br /><br />I've been there, babe<br />empty vows dressed in love <br />Working through some dated moral<br />I can't rise above<br /><br />Nervous fingers crumble<br />as I tuck my little girl in<br />a call from the husband working late<br />The guilt overdrive kicks in<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />I've got my demons, babe<br />I've got my demons, babe<br />I've got my demons, babe<br />And the bottle shares them with you<br /><br /><br />How badly did you need this night, babe<br />Twisting a hotel room<br />Tangled tightly in the sheets<br />As the morning came too soon <br /><br />You offered to get us treats <br />My heart still left to burn<br />Then you walked out for breakfast<br />Never to return<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-4492629078721091326?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-35267786867402534712009-03-03T06:54:00.000-08:002009-03-03T06:55:09.993-08:00Hurry Up And DreamHurry Up And Dream, Love<br />I'm trying to get to sleep<br />streets are filled with a reverie<br />so silent, so deep<br /><br />Hurry up and dream, love<br />So you can throw me on your horse<br />ride across galaxies<br />Veer some worlds off course<br /><br />C: It's meant for random patterns, dear<br />But I know they work<br />Hurry up and dream love<br />Hurry up and dream love<br />For I'm waiting<br />I'm waiting<br /><br />Hurry up and dream,love<br />I've slipstream's at the hand<br />Clocks will all run backwards<br />'Til mountains meet your command<br /><br />Hurry up and dream, love<br />For roses I have in snow<br />shiver, anticipating <br />redemption in full glow<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Insomnia's a bust, i know<br />my heart is starting to ache<br />Your body wrestles in the sheets<br />Your breathing makes me shake<br /><br />We've long since decided<br />which is better or which is worse<br />As we make our maiden voyage<br />across our universe<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Hurry up and dream,love<br />I've stayed awake too long<br />Your slumber pulls me away<br />from finishing off this song<br /><br />© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-3526778686740253471?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-54946849181402543882009-03-03T06:50:00.000-08:002009-03-03T06:54:08.931-08:00Jeanie and Her Inner Rock God (alternate lyrics included)you wouldn't know me from a hole in a dream<br />But I've idolized you/been a fan since I was thirteen<br />I made shrine for you in my room<br /><br />I followed your bio to a T<br />Learned all of my guitar from the TV<br />And piano lessons were never for nothing<br /><br />In college, I majored in Music Theory<br />Aeolian scales left me weary<br />All I ever wanted to do was to sing and play<br /><br />Paying off my loans with these stupid office jobs<br />'Cause no band wants a girl with an inner rock god<br />Who's worth more than a dance on a keg<br />(who's worth more than the juice on some guy's leg)<br /><br />Chorus: So it's an honor to meet you<br />You saved me many times before<br />Can I ask you now, to save me once again<br />For I've got everything you've ever done<br />I stood from the stands as I watched you run<br />Can I ask you now to do the same for me?<br /><br />I hope you didn't mind me seeking you out<br />It was just a thought on a turnabout<br />To get advice from you on my work<br /><br />See, I've got these songs and these songs have lives<br />And ideas I've yet to materialize<br />Damn, I wish you wouldn't look at me that way<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Don't misunderstand me<br />you can't misunderstand me<br />Please don't misunderstand me<br />It's all I wanted to do<br /><br />Don't misunderstand me<br />you can't misunderstand me<br />Please don't misunderstand me<br />I'm not here to have sex with you<br /><br />I didn't mean to offend<br />I'm a fan with a dream and I don't pretend<br />I didn't think it would ever come to this<br />Please don't be upset with me<br />It's words from a master I wanted for free<br />But I guess that won't be happening now <br /><br />Sorry to have let you down on the fly<br />Surely noone's more disappointed than I<br />I'll be making my way out now...<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-5494684918140254388?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-82780429213177678572009-03-03T06:44:00.000-08:002009-03-03T06:46:14.885-08:00John, What The Hell Were You Thinking?When we saw you walking with a friend down Fillmore Street<br />And you acted as a tornado has struck you in the core<br />My dear, did it ever occur to you<br />That I've long since closed that door<br /><br />John, what the hell were you thinking, son?<br />Do you think you' re the only one I'd ever see?<br />John, what the hell were you after, hon?<br />Don't you know that there's someone home besides me?<br /><br />All these years passed since I've cried tears<br />Over delusions made, then gone<br />But some how, after all this time<br />You still think that I've held on<br /><br />John, what the hell has come over you?<br />Don't you know that this train's been through for quite a while?<br />John, what the hell has life put you through<br />To find some excuse to put a cramp in my style?<br /><br />Early morning, the glory's singing<br />The sun rings out for my man and I<br />I don't need any drama scenes<br />From the paths you and I walk by<br /><br />Oh and yes, I remember that too<br />the friends you lied of me who gleefully trashed me through<br />Oh dear, whatever did you all do<br />when I wasn't around to kick,anymore<br /><br />John, what the hell's up with you, son<br />Don't you have any kind of fun these days<br />John, what the hell is up in your mind<br />Are you still drowning in your evil ways?<br /><br />Sometimes I seem, just hopeless in dreams<br />When you come around in a bad way<br />So the horror on your face seeing us<br />Simply made my day<br /><br />Oh I thought of sicing my beloved on you<br />just as you unleashed your friends on me too<br />but the day dictates our hearts' content<br />And I was with mine<br /><br />John, what the hell were you thinking, son?<br />Do you think you' re the only one I'd ever see?<br />John, what the hell were you after, hon?<br />Don't you know that there's someone home besides me?<br /><br />© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; All rights reserved via Creative Commons<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-8278042921317767857?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-82451965531316812562009-03-03T06:42:00.000-08:002009-03-03T06:44:08.405-08:00Lost EverlineLost Everline<br />A neverending tide<br />of smoking lovers' beds<br />As signposts in her mind<br /><br />to stored entries<br />of gleaming alleyways<br />where pasts can be shed<br />As clothes from a stage<br /><br />She worked the Wild Horse on Saturday mights<br />Or so she told me<br />Or so she told me<br /><br />Stripped to her G-string under bright lights<br />Or so she told me<br />Or so she told me<br /><br />The girls in the back saw her through her worst<br />Or so she told me<br />Or so she told me<br /><br />As long as she got her attention first<br />Or so she told me<br />Or so she told me<br /><br />Lost Everline<br />Never seems to cry<br />Though her world spins <br />Into dustbowls in the sky<br /><br />The childhoods in hell<br />The trauma's sewn deep<br />The lifetime finding fronts <br />for all the secrets she keeps<br /><br />Nights in the City with a married man<br />Or so she told me<br />Or so she told me<br /><br />Days on the farm with a rich cowhand<br />Or so she told me<br />Or so she told me<br /><br />Saving her cash for a scheme in the can<br />Or so she told me<br />Or so she told me<br /><br />Or whatever is this week's master plan<br />Or so she told me<br />Or so she told me<br /><br />As she's telling me these stories <br />The walls of her cubicle seethed<br />with voices of her coworkers<br />concocting found conspiracies<br /><br />What the hell is she doing?<br />What the hell is she thinking?<br />Everline just laughs<br />At this foolish wagging<br /><br />She said don't trust anyone<br />She said don't trust anyone<br />But in the end <br />All she ever wanted was<br />to be known by everyone<br /><br />And so, dear reader<br />today I introduced you to...<br /><br />Lost Everline<br />A neverending tide<br />of smoking lovers' beds<br />As signposts in her mind<br /><br />to stored entries<br />of glistening alleyways<br />where pasts can be shed<br /><br />© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; rights reserved via Creative Commons<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-8245196553131681256?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-78439071101630464402009-03-03T06:40:00.000-08:002009-03-03T06:42:20.062-08:00Letter to AmyAmy<br />don't be like your dad<br />thank God, he wasn't around much then<br /><br />Living in a pick up truck<br />Brains shattered from too much stuff<br />You're better than the people you came up with<br /><br />Amy<br />don't be like your mom<br />Too many days far gone in a needle's eye<br /><br />Living in a double-wide<br />too many men had seen inside<br />You're better than the people you came up with<br /><br />I was told not to call you by your name, babe<br />I was told things were better off this way, babe<br />but when I saw what they did to you, babe<br />My heart shuddered in a distant dawn<br /><br />Amy<br />You've got family around you<br />When you call for a helping hand<br /><br />But while they love you<br />they may not always be there for you<br />You gotta cut the ties to people you came up with<br /><br />Amy<br />You've got that baby hanging with you<br />the son who is everyone's joy<br /><br />But your foundation's crumbling<br />the extended family's struggling<br />You gotta cut the ties to people you came up with<br /><br />I was told not to call you by your name, babe<br />I was told things were better off this way, babe<br />but when I saw what they did in your name, babe<br />My heart shuddered in a distant dawn<br /><br />You're scared of the illusion<br />of being alone in the world<br />Noone ever questions who you are<br /><br />But I see the chinks<br />underneath the surface<br />You're crying for a wish from a star<br /><br />Amy<br />The world is calling<br />It's time for you to give an answer<br /><br />Your son would like it better too<br />If you (and I know you) got some ambition to<br />leave behind the people you came up with<br /><br />I was told not to call you by your name, babe<br />I was told things were better off this way, babe<br />but when you reach out to me again, babe<br />My heart will swell in a distant dawn<br /><br />© Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights reserved via Creative Commons<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-7843907110163046440?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-81425741150473088462009-03-03T06:34:00.000-08:002009-03-03T06:39:24.070-08:00Jodie<span style="font-size:85%;">Jodie</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I swear it's my last time</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I'll take what's in my prime</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And give to you what's mine</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Jodie</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I won't do that shit tonight</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You won't have to start a fight</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Over doing whatever is right</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I've always had the excuse</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Of a long hard road</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sleeping in some Greyhounds</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Along the Mother Lode</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And so here we are </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Going for the hard sell</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Me fighting off the sick</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You past wishing me well</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Jodie </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love it when you fly</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Into the stars as I </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">repay debts to my muse</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Jodie</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I know you're so concerned </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">But girl haven't you learned </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">That we all die alone </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It's all I can do</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To fight off that urge</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The drunken voices tell me</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">As I run up in the church </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">When I do my finally lay down</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">With the bastards of the night </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I won't see you pry my cold dead fingers </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">From the morning light </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Jodie</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I won't do that shit tonight</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You won't have to start a fight</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Over doing whatever is right</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Jodie</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I know you're so concerned </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">But girl haven't you learned </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">That we all die alone<br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:85%;">© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; rights reserved via Creative Commons<br /></span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-8142574115047308846?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-1093797928956973052008-02-23T18:34:00.001-08:002008-04-05T23:29:57.813-07:00Ringed by Lovers<p></p> <p>Underneath the waxing moon,<br />Blessing candles with our scent,<br />To set them alight </p><p>our circle fuels a rising tide<br />of impassioned fire storms<br />Into the night </p><p>Remembrances of every touch<br />Every single taut embrace<br />Caught on sight </p><p>And in our chants for open hearts<br />We're ringed by lovers<br />In weathered flight<br /><br />I never let love use me<br />just men for pleasure<br />Ascribing to certainty </p><p>Of my bedroom as a haven<br />Pay as you go, as you like<br />Sovereignty </p><p>My body's a church, working<br />for the beat of the moon<br />Offerings of cheap insense<br />some sanctity </p><p>Though someone's karma will wear me out<br />I'll be ringed by lovers<br />In altered eternity<br /><br />There are no whores in here<br />Just some passing fancies sometimes<br />you have to pay for </p><p>And when you took her to your bed<br />her hair's ringlets bathed in sweat<br />were metaphors </p><p>for all the empty sex you ever had<br />From listless hooking up<br />to cold wooden floors </p><p>But this time, there are magnets in her skin<br />Trading in your sense of self<br />Without any Fear</p><p>And her eyes betray a difference here<br />That you are now ringed by lovers<br />from another atmosphere</p> <p>C2008 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music. Rights Reserved per Creative Commons License.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-109379792895697305?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-38717540562805674792008-02-20T20:16:00.001-08:002008-02-20T20:16:04.602-08:00Taking Back Kosovo<p>I'm a beacon in your canyon<br>within forests of isolation<br>In towns where bombs are ready to blow<br>We are taking back Kosovo <p>You just can't help but remember me<br>The little digs throughout our history<br>But though you just can't seem to let it go<br>We're taking back Kosovo <p>Heads kicked in the sand<br>down the mountains of the damned<br>You could call it a tacit invasion <p>While the local mothers cried<br>Every time two worlds collide<br>In mixed blood of persuasion <p>Give it up, your time is done<br>We've been here since day one<br>600 years went by so slow<br>Now we're taking back Kosovo <p>It always been the same<br>Everyone else has been to blame<br>For all the wars you never won <p>We all took in stride<br>All these gates of ethnic pride<br>Rusting in decayed desolation <p>Your greater Serbia is no more<br>You even showed your last tyrant the door<br>And now you've got vermin with nowhere to go<br>Except to take back Kosovo <p><font size="1">C2008 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.&nbsp; Rights Reserved per Creative Commons License</font></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-3871754056280567479?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-71588066051944223972008-02-18T22:26:00.001-08:002008-02-18T22:28:17.167-08:00Sheila and Mayron<p>Sheila and Mayron<br>Were partners at the start of the revolution <br>Third year at university <br>Burning bras, declaring liberty <p>eyes met at a Berkeley protest <br>Tear gas stains on their Corduroy vests<br>Stolen kisses as students raged on<br>Plotting marches against Vietnam <p>After school they chucked the job market <br>Spent a year on an Asian junket <br>Then Sheila's true colors washed and ran<br>In that final layover in Amsterdam <p>I was all of 7 in '81 <br>of course I missed all the fun <br>My mom would shake when I would ask <br>of that hung picture from her past <p>Dad thought she was just a friend <br>Though mom vowed she wouldn't see her again<br>The last night Sheila made her cry<br>When she copped to sleeping with a guy <p>I still have that photo <br>It's dog-eared and turning yellow<br>Mayron's at that youth hostel in the sky<br>I thought I'd give Sheila another try <p>It took some work but I found her address<br>Some abandoned well way out west<br>I admit she was surprised that I came up on the sly<br>When I told her Mayron said goodbye <p>She asked how I knew of their prime<br>Out came that photo of happier times<br>I caught her up and she had a laugh<br>at the two of them, for a while, going the same path <p>She looked at the clock, her partner's coming home<br>She's a jealous one, she said, so I best be moving on<br>It seems i'm always attracted to that type<br>She winked as she prepared her pipe <p>She called as I headed over the range<br>You're a sweet girl dear, don't ever change <p>You're a sweet girl dear, don't ever change<br>You're a sweet girl dear, don't ever change <p><font size="1">C2008 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.&nbsp; Rights Reserved per Creative Commons license</font></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-7158806605194422397?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-57407846951151847512008-02-17T09:32:00.001-08:002008-02-17T09:32:40.426-08:00Withdrawal Symptoms<p>I'm running out of the drugs tonight <br>I can't tell my left from my right <br>Again a habit's teasing me<br>With a yearning in my sight <p>As the last darkness falls<br>I find I have noone to call<br>I know I've run out of favors<br>When my best friends won't pick up at all <p>So I'm out on the street<br>Another night of trick or treat<br>The door manners aren't kind<br>The candy isn't as sweet <p>So I look for cash where I can<br>Stealing trash out of some bins<br>But the night's getting older<br>Hiding out from the man <p>It's four in the morning <br>The shakes arrive without warning <br>Heaving in the alleyway<br>Only the rats mourn my passing <p>Then the sun comes up<br>Another highless dream to pass up<br>Even my bed is no protection&nbsp; <br>From backing out of living it up <p><font size="1">C2008 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.&nbsp; Rights Reserved per Creative Commons Licence</font></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-5740784695115184751?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-49172586115863916042008-02-13T22:26:00.001-08:002008-02-13T22:26:08.839-08:00Alzheimers<p>He seemed just a little displaced <br>In the checkout room<br>There will be no more gardening<br>Anytime soon <p>wheelchair frayed from<br>years of bump and stall<br>Racing into hectic nurses<br>In the hall <p>As we placed dad in the car<br>He asked for a scent<br>He looked at my mom<br>And demanded where she went <p>I've been here, she said<br>Always by your side<br>Not a moment wasted <br>In ancient pride</p> <p>But I'm not the woman<br>Who's company you'd keep<br>I'm not the woman<br>You cried for in your sleep<br>I'm not the woman who's<br>Smell you recall to this day<br>I'm the one you don't remember<br>from your wedding day </p> <p>It was not the first time<br>We'd seen her break down<br>But dad sat, his eyes glazed<br>He made not a sound <p>He touched all our faces<br>And tried to mouth our names<br>The uncle in the driver's seat<br>Was the one where memories came</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-4917258611586391604?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-50047640577264470122008-02-11T21:40:00.001-08:002008-02-11T21:40:48.018-08:00Party To An Escape<p>Quick<br>Grab your things<br>Our ride's here<br>Our plane goes out tonight <p>Yes,<br>I hear her crying<br>But we're leaving <br>Your sister here <p>They'll put a cloth<br>Upon her head<br>bind her feet<br>make her say her prayers <p>then she'll bow<br>in the city<br>they command in the<br>kingdom of their way <p>No, I can't<br>stop him now<br>your father's ways<br>can't be hidden <p>For they roll<br>as violent oceans<br>And there's a reason<br>why I'm not here<br>anymore <p>I'm a vessel<br>for your needs<br>tell me anything<br>Without fear <p>And I will <br>grant your wishes<br>for I taught you<br>how to lead <p>The brothers<br>and wives are sleeping<br>unlock the door<br>down the hall we go <p>The driver<br>has revved his engine<br>there's no face<br>in the window <p>I'd have thought<br>She would have waved<br>or given a smile<br>to bless this day <p>But there's no love<br>behind the curtains<br>as we escape<br>into the night <p>C2008 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.&nbsp; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons license</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-5004764057726447012?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-60979162626879765732008-02-08T21:11:00.001-08:002008-02-08T21:11:00.676-08:00Incident at Motel 6<p>In a room at the of the road<br>a day spent in each other's skin<br>The spouses back home are taking bets<br>On which one of us would win <p>But do they even suspect us here<br>Or do they even care<br>She just needs an excuse to leave, you said<br>Pouring your drink with flair <p>I myself don't get what I want<br>My husband safe and bored<br>When he's not out with congregations <br>Giving himself to the Lord <p>You pass that shot glass over<br>Your tongue plays a touch and go game<br>As the red afternoon sun sets<br>the window curtains aflame <p>I open my eyes a few hours later<br>The room had turned dark brown<br>Streetlights shining through the shades <br>Your body not making a sound <p>My family will look for me, I whispered<br>But my shaking did not disturb you<br>So I threw on my clothes and wrote a note<br>And as I hit the door you said&nbsp; I heard you <p>I turned to you to explain <br>But stood rooted as a tree<br>For you sat upright in the bed<br>Pointing a gun at me <p>I know what you came for, you said<br>the barrel reflecting your glint<br>I am not some bored wife's toy<br>That you can dust off like some lint <p>What have we been doing, then, you said<br>Sneaking into each other's beds<br>Lest we think we let our lusts<br>Get into each other's heads <p>The door handle starts to rattle<br>I hear the trigger go off<br>I see your wife bleed in my husband's arms<br>All bets are off <p><font size="1">C2008 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.&nbsp; Rights Reserved per Creative Commons license</font></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-6097916262687976573?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-82968211259432888752008-02-07T22:37:00.001-08:002008-02-07T22:37:36.459-08:00Requiem for my Singlehood<p>When I was a young girl<br>I was a sorry state with men<br>They'd butter me up with sweet lies<br>And I'd do the same to them <p>Or they'd commence to battle<br>their swords drawn and such<br>My need for oneupsmanship<br>Didn't please them all too much <p>Chorus: But after I got married <br>I got all the love I could stand<br>Got bored of the victory lap<br>With a chalice in my hand<br>Sometimes I forget to wonder <br>If my life exists at all<br>Staring at the old hangouts<br>From above my castle wall <p>I had my collection <br>Of subtle, bitter friends<br>All they were ever there for<br>Were means to some ends <p>So of course they'd point and laugh<br>As I drink my way home<br>in a burnt summer of house parties<br>Never far to roam <p>Chorus <p>Bridge: The girls I hung out with<br>couldn't handle a sisterhood<br>A man's peripheral vision<br>marked where their ground had stood<br>While I sulked in defiance of<br>temptations in the night<br>forever standing by the bar<br>as dancers swirled in the light <p>Now I'm in an office chair<br>Dreaming of that thirst<br>Of having to say I'm sorry<br>Rather than ask permission first <p>Sure the first one to pluck me off<br>Was the one who took me home<br>What's the point of independence <br>If you can't handle being alone <p>Chorus x2 <p><font size="1">C2008 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.&nbsp; Rights Reserved per Creative&nbsp; Commons license</font></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-8296821125943288875?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-59317873149477104972008-02-03T18:43:00.001-08:002008-02-03T18:43:26.082-08:00You and Me and the Goddamn City<p>I am smoke<br>You are stone<br>I recall your heart beating <br>your skin warm <p>The element brownstone<br>The screaming crosswalk<br>The racing blood on<br>The gathering sidewalk <p>It's you and me<br>And the goddamn city <p>I'm floating numb<br>Above the cubicles<br>Heads sucked into<br>Document crucibles <p>lunch crowds turn<br>Around the warning signs<br>of shallow clicking sounds<br>in tumbling café lines <p>It's you and me<br>And the goddamn city <p>You were dressed well<br>The last time we met<br>Talked of melting into <br>Some digital jet set<br></p> <p>Shame on me, I was too busy<br>Staring at the wall,<br>As conversation blurred <br>Into a free fall </p> <p>I'm emptying<br>This head of memories, <br>From bridges' swoon<br>To streetcar reveries <p>The highrises<br>Where we made our name<br>Burned to the ground <br>In some future's name <p>You are smoke<br>I am the room<br>And all of our friends<br>Are leaving too soon <p>The small apartment <br>That became our bane<br>The day we tossed our vows<br>And went batshit insane <p>It's you and me<br>And the goddamn city <p><font size="1">c2008 Helen Marina Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.&nbsp; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons License</font></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-5931787314947710497?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-67867224245589902422007-11-26T22:48:00.001-08:002007-11-26T22:57:00.747-08:00Talcott's Muse<p>I'm an armed and dangerous man<br />Too many lives struck under this pen<br />My stock and trade being words untold<br />as rank sunken hearts unfold </p><p>It's been a few years since my clouds brought some rain<br />Inspired by my Benita again<br />Old leveled curses lay faint in high praise<br />My odes rise up in the early morning haze </p><p>Chorus: By all rights I'm too old for this crap<br />But my rogue's heart won't break free of this trap<br />I know it's just a sign of our history<br />in our lives to break these heavy codes<br />'tween you and me </p><p>We became lovers at a pharm company<br />a little overwhelmed of our chemistry,<br />She was married with children, I had but my life<br />Where I missed my girls but not my ex-wives </p><p>The spell in her eyes was all to be said<br />everything touched turned into a bed<br />from elevator stops to a patio floor<br />to beneath the cliffs on a public shore </p><p>Chorus </p><p>On the 38 to Seal Point<br />We'd point out with glee<br />at the dirty little secrets<br />busting out of the graffiti </p><p>I'd read to her my sonnets<br />From my bog in the avenues<br />Her arms became my last hope<br />With nothing left to lose </p><p>One day in the grass, I found her in tears<br />The family discussed our love in arrears<br />Meshed in hard codes in a cubicle space<br />And in all those numbers, I'd still see her face </p><p>I left that firm When my contract expired<br />Nothing was left to keep me inspired<br />She returned home, I could've care less<br />Now I don't even have her email address </p><p>But we could still meet, Benita<br />my hands would shower you<br />With so much Shameless desire<br />Unleashed in stars through you </p><p>morning light bounced off your body<br />as you left the bed<br />Once again there's another poem<br />swirling in my head </p><p>Chorus </p><p>(in memory of <a href="http://www.scn.org/realpoetik/talcott95.html">William Talcott</a>, 1936 - 2006)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-6786722424558990242?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-79382254301343507792007-11-24T21:50:00.001-08:002007-11-24T21:50:40.276-08:00Damage Control<p>I couldn't go back now<br>It was my one shot<br>To get to you somehow <p>My words had decided that<br>You'd never hear from me <br>Despite rumors of my unintended<br>Invasion of your privacy <p>I meant you no harm<br>But no, you couldn't let it go for free<br>It was a matter of time<br>Before you sic'ed your dogs on me <p>Humiliation turns to hatred <br>for all concerned <br>Just a few years later<br>There's a lesson to be learned <p>For I've long stopped caring<br>That you ever misunderstood <br>For my delivery was bad<br>though my intentions were good <p>I still give you wide bearth<br>When I pass you on the street<br>I feign lack of knowledge&nbsp; <br>Just to be discreet <p>And if you don't remember me<br>That'd be better still <br>Lest you hold my memories<br>Against my will <p>for I hold you in contempt<br>Of evaporating my trust<br>And hope your soul gets squashed<br>From your lies about my lust <p>gods will divorce your luck<br>With a trick or two<br>And it will be my turn to smirk<br>You could've had me too <p>For I've long stopped caring<br>That you ever misunderstood <br>For, yes, the delivery was bad<br>but my intentions were good <p><font size="1">C 2006, 2007 Jane of All Trades Music.&nbsp; All Rights Reserved</font></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-7938225430134350779?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-16018754040554063642007-11-24T21:38:00.001-08:002007-11-24T21:38:35.221-08:00Diamonds In Your Spring<p>You don't need to feel alone <br>We've all gone through the same old&nbsp;thing<br>My shoulder's for you to cry on<br>to throw some diamonds in your spring <p>Your little clock keeps ticking <br>on issues with a bitter ring <br>I'm here to tear some anger down<br>And throw some diamonds in your spring <p>I'm not afraid of your misery<br>Your grudges means nothing to me<br>It's the joy that I'm after<br>The thrill in your reverie <p>It's a cold night to walk out<br>With so much fear mongering<br>Take my hand, we've got some stones<br>We'll throw diamonds in your spring<br>Don't be afraid, we've got some stones<br>We'll throw diamonds in your spring <p><font size="1">C2007 Jane of All Trades Music, All Rights Reserved</font></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-1601875404055406364?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-39056472750833179922007-09-16T23:03:00.001-07:002007-09-17T22:26:47.132-07:00Dead To Me<span style="font-style:italic;">A Work In Progress...</span><br /><br />A man who followed me around town<br />One time wanted to watch me drown<br />In some woes I was sinking in at the time<br /><br />He'd sit and laugh and call me unfit<br />The uncontrollable, whacked misfit<br />Who'd never get the chance to shine<br /><br />I once made a blunder of calling his bluff<br />Mistook a tossed off kiss for love<br />showed how I would respond in kind<br /><br />It was pretty pathetic, I know now<br />How some ego pandering had somehow<br />Turned a one-off walk sinister and blind<br /><br />So it's 12 noon and it's my lunchbreak<br />A street vendor throwing off some heartache <br />When I spot from the corner of my eye<br /><br />Some effort to appear in my glance<br />an impression of more than circumstance<br />Twisted from some long presupposed sigh<br /><br />Was I supposed to remember him?<br />He's sure aged since god knows when<br />He had a laugh off of my misery<br /><br />but I've long tossed off the chip shoulder blues<br />I'm walking in comfortable shoes<br />That he appears to not bear to see<br /><br />In a coffee bar, I'm feeling advantageous<br />Got my phoenix on the rise and the note on my status<br />Of his dumbfounded stare from across the way<br /><br />The window seat shows crystal clear<br />That I have long since moved on, my dear<br />With nothing I'm doing involving your day to day<br /><br />And if you are still stuck in the past<br />As an oldies station on perpetual blast<br />I'll throw out this tidbit for free<br /><br />As long as you see me as a probable cause<br />Of the bogeyman that I never was<br />Honey, you will always be dead to me<br /><br />And as a friend gave him a shoutout<br />It was my chance to turn about<br />To leave a tip and head back to my destiny<br /><br />C2007 Helen Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music. All Rights Reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-3905647275083317992?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-1161143105684290632006-10-17T20:40:00.000-07:002007-08-15T11:01:11.065-07:00Stain on My Shirt<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" >We touched down in Beirut-town <o:p></o:p><br />Watching the Buildings bleed <o:p></o:p><br />Off to the camps we went<o:p></o:p><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">To </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">tend </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">to those in need</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 10);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" >We were seen coming<o:p></o:p><br />Told we weren't wanted there</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 10);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></o:p><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Hate for our kind was brewing</span><o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></o:p><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">So we had best beware</span> </span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" >We hold no flag high, I said<o:p></o:p><br />For we come in peace <o:p></o:p><br />No stain on our shirts<o:p></o:p><br />From that warring grease<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" >Doesn’t matter, he said, for too much<o:p></o:p><br />Trouble comes from your home<o:p></o:p><br />Best clean out your house first<o:p></o:p><br />Leave the rest of us alone <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" >On my way back I was switching planes<o:p></o:p><br />To <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Cali</st1:place></st1:city> by JFK<o:p></o:p><br />Some men came to me as my bags were checked<o:p></o:p><br />And asked me to come this way<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" >They searched me and searched me and searched again<o:p></o:p><br />As my eyes stared at the floor<o:p></o:p><br />Finally I asked why all the abuse<o:p></o:p><br />They said, “Well what’d you wear that for?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" >It was the stain on my shirt they objected to<o:p></o:p><br />Something I wore unplanned<o:p></o:p><br />A phrase promoting rights and peace in<o:p></o:p><br />A language they didn’t understand<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" >No, I wouldn’t take it off<o:p></o:p><br />For I’ve supposed rights <o:p></o:p><br />They tried hard to cover it up<o:p></o:p><br />With threats of jail and vice<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" >But I came here to speak my mind<o:p></o:p><br />To take what others disregard<o:p></o:p><br />Where I came from I would have been shot<o:p></o:p><br />For trying too hard<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" >So now I’m here and shat on again<o:p></o:p><br />An airport incident<o:p></o:p><br />But I’ve got the world on my side now<o:p></o:p><br />And I won’t be silent<o:p></o:p><br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" >But I came here to speak my mind<o:p></o:p><br />To take what others disregard<br />But I’ve got the world on my side now<o:p></o:p><br />And I won’t be silent</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I won’t be silent</span><o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></o:p><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I’ll never be silent</span><o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></o:p><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Don’t ever be silent</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">© 2006 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music. Rights reserved as per CC Copyright</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-116114310568429063?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com'/></div>Bigstarlethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09934967044015352149noreply@blogger.com1