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Can I Buy You One, Katie
Chateauneuf du Pape
Gone Beyond Magdalena
Heavy Heart
Broken
Not Singing The Blues
Mrs. Shelor
Never Together
Somebody Else
Toys
Can I Buy You One, Katie –
Stuart
Guest/Taylor Whitney
So smoky I can barely
see
Her legs entwined
around me.
It’s so loud I can
hardly hear
Her long nails taking
my money for a beer.
I’m infatuated, I
can’t talk
Or keep my eyes off.
Her red lips and
little sexy walk.
Chorus
Can I buy you one
Katie,
She smiles and walks
away.
Can I buy you one
Katie,
“Maybe some other
day”.
Six nights a week I
sit and wait
Patiently for my
lovely Kate.
But every night in
that little bar,
She leaves in another
car.
I’m infatuated, I
can’t talk
Or keep my eyes off.
Her red lips and
little sexy walk.
Chorus
Can I buy you one
Katie,
She smiles and walks
away.
Can I buy you one
Katie,
“Maybe some other
day”.
She always wants the
other guy.
I’m too nice and
little too shy.
Katie goes for the
stronger kind.
I’m letting go of this
fantasy.
So much angst why
can’t she see
She’s the only one for
me
All I wanted was a
little kiss,
Didn’t mean for it to
end like this.
So confused and in so
much pain
Katie’s blood in the
pouring rain.
I’m infatuated, I
can’t talk
Or keep my mind off.
Her red lips and
little sexy walk.
Chorus
Can I buy you one
Katie,
She smiles and walks
away.
Can I buy you one
Katie,
“Maybe some other
day”.
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Chateauneuf du Pape –
Stuart Guest & Scott Goldman
The crest on the
bottle.
The Braille on the
label.
It’s the finest wine
they’re pouring at the table.
A Grand Cru for you –
And one for your
lover.
It’s the one good
thing a Frenchman has to offer.
Chorus
Chateauneuf du Pape.
Take the cork out –
POP!
There’s no screw-off
top
On a Chateauneuf du
Pape.
It tastes kind of
earthy.
And oh so spicy.
There’s not another
wine that can so entice me.
The mark of the Papal
–
I keep a few in
storage.
It comes from a place
‘tween Avignon
and Orange.
Chorus
Chateauneuf du Pape.
Take the cork out –
POP!
There’s no screw-off
top
On a Chateauneuf du
Pape.
Chateauneuf du Rap:
Chardonay, Merlot –
Always such a no no.
Barbaresco, Barolo –
The noble nebbiolo.
It’s not Pinot Noir,
it’s Grenache, Mourvedre and some counoise.
It’s not something
that you order in a bar.
It’s not a muscadet
with oysters on the bay.
And some wines can be
so gay [LIKE A VIOGUIER]
But not a Grand Cru
Beaujolais –
And don’t need no more
Vin De Pay!
Sancerre, Loire –
You’re preaching to the choir.
Champagne
the ancient song remains the same.
Cabernet, Merlot,
Franc and Petit Verdot make up a Bordeaux.
And maybe Malbec – but
Argentina
you should check.
Chorus
Chateauneuf du Pape.
Take the cork out –
POP!
There’s no screw-off
top
On a Chateauneuf du
Pape.
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Gone
Beyond Magdalena –
John Apice/Stuart Guest
Magdalena walks the
city street dressed in the dark of night.
She smiles at the
patrons of The Slaughtered Lamb,
And knows each
parasite.
She sips Black Velvets
Runs her tongue across
the rim of her tinted glass.
Strikes a match with
her fingertips, flutters each painted lash.
But that’s all right.
Chorus
I’ve gone beyond
Magdalena now,
No need for an
armistice.
I’ve gone beyond
Magdalena,
Where the moon’s a
pearl in the black satin sky.
Magdalena thrives in
thrift shops on dark and rainy days.
Ignoring the patrons
of The White Horse Tavern,
As she passes in a
negligee’.
Surrounded by a dozen
ruby candles
Magdalena stares into
each flame.
And watches the sultry
fires dance flickering without shame.
But that’s all right.
Chorus
I’ve gone beyond
Magdalena now,
No need for an
armistice.
I’ve gone beyond
Magdalena,
Where the moon’s a
pearl in the black satin sky.
And I won’t be there
to brush her hair
Pour her Columbian
coffee
And slice her imported
pairs…
But that’s all right –
That’s all right.
Chorus
I’ve gone beyond
Magdalena now,
No need for an
armistice.
I’ve gone beyond
Magdalena,
Where the moon’s a
pearl in the black satin sky.
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Heavy Heart
–
Stuart Guest/Taylor Whitney
Every day I think of
you, on a Sunday with a smile
On Monday with a tear,
each week that passes by.
When I’m awake I think
of you, Tuesday is some memory too
And Wednesday’s some
pain, each month that pass by – is driving me insane.
Chorus
I’ve got a heavy
heart.
When you’re not
around.
Was a real work of art
the way
You shut me down.
You shut me down, you
shut me down, down to the ground
Memories of you burden
me so it’s time to let you go.
I know I’ve got to
move on, I just can’t believe – you’re really gone.
When I sleep I dream
of you, on Thursday it’s with love.
And Friday’s a
nightmare each year that races by – just keeps me standing there.
Chorus
I’ve got a heavy
heart.
When you’re not
around.
Was a real work of art
the way
You shut me down.
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Fast Culture
–
David Coburn/Stuart Guest/Keith Farley
Slow down people –
Move over to the side
of the road.
There’s dirt and grass
–
And moments
(mountains?) in the distance.
Can you see them?
They don’t even move at all…
Chorus
Fast Culture – Culture
moves so fast.
Fast Culture – Built
to stay but not to last [Built for speed but not to last].
Fast Culture – Moving
in the spaces.
Fast Culture – Look at
all the smiling faces…
Leave behind no human
traces.
Cross the river –
Roll up your pants,
take off your shoes.
Chilly waters –
You have feet so use
them, can you feel them?
You are standing on…
Chorus
Fast Culture – Culture
moves so fast.
Fast Culture – Built
to stay but not to last [Built for speed but not to last].
Fast Culture – Moving
in the spaces.
Fast Culture – Look at
all the smiling faces…
Leave behind no human
traces.
Indelible, incredible
Slow down people.
Inedible, insatiable
Slow down people.
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Broken
–
Randy Feuer/Stuart
Guest
You’re the one that
sees when eyes are unopened.
You’re the one that
speaks with words unspoken.
I’m going back one
day, a place I leave my shadow behind.
Another ride in store
for me of fantasy.
This time I won’t be
broken.
You’re the one that
knows when nothing is knowing.
You’re the one that
shows when nothing is showing.
I’m going back one
day, a place I leave my shadow behind.
Another ride in store
for me of fantasy.
This time I won’t be
broken.
Chorus
I won’t be broken.
To find a heart that’s
open.
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Not
Singing The Blues –
Stuart Guest / John Apice
Your life is like a
12-string guitar, little lady.
No dime store duds
hang down your precious arms.
You paint your face to
look like a Renaissance woman.
You never worked a day
on a cattle farm.
But sometimes I see
you glance my way.
Wondering what it’s
like in the mud.
There’s far more to
life than a champagne bath.
When a bad boy gets
into your blood.
Chorus
‘Cos you’re not
sweating in the sun to earn a dollar.
You’re not burning the
candles at both ends.
You’re not slicing the
bread a half-dozen ways.
Not helping to bury
the dead.
You’re not writing any
letters of apologies.
There are no holes in
your Cinderella shoes.
And your road is paved
with no detours
And you’re not singing
the blues.
There’s sweet meat on
your collar and a glass of wine.
A woolen coat with a
leather fringe.
You sweep the men off
their feet with our salty tears.
Then retreat to your
spoon and syringe.
Chorus
‘Cos you’re not
sweating in the sun to earn a dollar.
You’re not burning the
candles at both ends.
You’re not slicing the
bread a half-dozen ways.
Not helping to bury
the dead.
You’re not writing any
letters of apologies.
There are no holes in
your Cinderella shoes.
And your road is paved
with no detours
And you’re not singing
the blues.
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Mrs. Shelor
–
Stuart Guest/John Newcombe
She sits alone in her
room.
Staring out of the
window
She doesn’t know which
way her mind will wander everyday.
From across the room
she’d smile.
Smiling down at me.
Though I was just a
child, her love I clearly see.
Chorus
Mrs. Shelor doesn’t
live here anymore.
She’s locked behind
the door.
She’s turned old and
she’s grey – tell me why
Her mind just drifts
away.
She used to buy me
candy.
From the candy store.
Always gave me love
and so much more.
From across the room
she’d smile.
Smiling down at me.
Though I was just
child of love I could clearly see.
Chorus
Mrs. Shelor doesn’t
live here anymore.
She’s locked behind
the door.
She’s turned old and
she’s grey – tell me why
Her mind just drifts
away.
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Never
Together –Stuart
Guest/Bruce Lipson
You keep on calling.
My privacy is falling
far away.
The phone keeps
ringing.
The song I’m singing
is a different one today.
Hang up the phone, I
hated to be alone,
Now that’s changed.
One night together
(oh) doesn’t mean forever,
I’m out of range.
Chorus:
How can I leave you
when we never were together?
I can’t forget you’re
never on my mind.
How can I leave you
when we never were together?
I can’t forget you’re
never on my mind.
You hate rejection
You say that you have
no protection from desire.
You don’t follow
feelings,
When hurts aren’t
healing there’s a burning fire inside.
Chorus:
How can I leave you
when we never were together?
I can’t forget you’re
never on my mind.
How can I leave you
when we never were together?
I can’t forget you’re
never on my mind.
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Somebody Else – Stuart Guest, Scott
Goldman, B. Woodman Smith
Freedom. Oh, freedom
–
Do you know what it
means?
It must’ve been
midnight, just around
midnight
When I heard her
scream
In her dreams.
When someone’s been
cheating, you take the beating,
And you know what I
mean.
Is it hurting when
you’re flirting
In the heat of the
night
You know it ain’t
right…
Chorus
You’ve been sleeping,
I heard you been sleeping
With somebody else.
know you’ve been
sleeping, yeah you’ve sleeping
I wasn’t the best,
change is as good as a rest.
You’ve been sleeping.
You’ve been sleeping.
Cigarette smoking,
what brand are you choking on?
Buy one get one free.
Shoot for the pin, in
like flint,
I always aim for heart
of the green.
You must’ve been
joking, what are you toking on?
Things are not what
they seem.
When your shot lands,
fried egg in the sand.
You got the yips, You
chilly dipped.
Chorus
You’ve been sleeping,
I heard you been sleeping
With somebody else.
know you’ve been
sleeping, yeah you’ve sleeping
I wasn’t the best,
change is as good as a rest.
You’ve been sleeping.
You’ve been sleeping.
I proved you wrong
when you left your future far behind you.
It was a waste of
time, a waste of mine.
Just like this song
was written long ago and to remind you,
And now it’s all gone
away.
Chorus
You’ve been sleeping,
I heard you been sleeping
With somebody else.
know you’ve been
sleeping, yeah you’ve sleeping
I wasn’t the best,
change is as good as a rest.
You’ve been sleeping.
You’ve been sleeping.
You sneak out the
back, it’s your very last pack.
I proved you wrong
when you left your future far behind you.
It was a waste of
time, a waste of mine.
Nobody said that any
of this would be easy,
Chorus
You’ve been sleeping,
I heard you been sleeping
With somebody else.
know you’ve been
sleeping, yeah you’ve sleeping
I wasn’t the best,
change is as good as a rest.
You’ve been sleeping.
You’ve been sleeping.
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Toys
–
Stuart Guest/Taylor Whitney
Dark and faded
memories, what is it I cannot see.
No fear and no joy,
did I ever have toy?
The question was posed
not so long ago,
For the life of me
I’ve never had a toy
Or so it seems…
Chorus
Did I ever have a toy,
Something of my own…
To enjoy. Ever get to
open something new.
A doll or a truck, or
Winnie the Pooh?
Add a slinky or a fire
truck.
An etch-a-sketch that
I can call my own (when I’m down on my luck).
No toy box or wooden
chest for toys to take a rest.
And if I had my own
toy wouldn’t that be shear joy.
Chorus
Did I ever have a toy,
Something of my own…
To enjoy. Ever get to
open something new.
A doll or a truck, or
Winnie the Pooh?
Now I lay me down to
sleep.
Pray my child has toys
to keep.
Candyland, Checkers
and Jacks.
Colonel Mustard with
the axe.
There must be
something when I was just a tot.
The toy that somehow I
forgot…
Chorus
Did I ever have a toy,
Something of my own…
To enjoy. Ever get to
open something new.
A doll or a truck, or
Winnie the Pooh?
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