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Tall Girls In Love
02:23
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Betsy Ann can’t find dresses
In her size
None of the boys will dance with her
‘Cause of her height
CHORUS:
But when she’s with me
Even I can see
Tall Girls Also Fall In Love
The boys are intimidated
They hafta look up to see her eyes
She gets tired of their excuses
And their little white lies
[CHORUS, break, CHORUS]
People give me a hard time
‘Cause of my heavy sighs…
Can’t seem to hold a conversation
No matter how hard I try
But when she’s with me
Even I’ll concede
Shy Boys Might Just Fall In Love
With you…
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2. |
Sett'n My Own Pace
02:54
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2. Sett’n My Own Pace
I’ve got no obligations
And nothing on my plate
I can jump the gun
Or be late out the gate
Forget touching base
Let them keep their rat race
I’ll face my isolation
As something to embrace
CHORUS:
I’m Sett’n My Own Pace
I can walk with grace
Or I can schlep
I’m Sett’n My Own Pace
I’m in a one-man band
Not a string quartet
I’m Sett’n My Own Pace
There’s no one else to motivate and
There’s no one to impress
I’ve got no one to placate
And there’s no one I need to please
There’s nothing to negotiate —
I’m free as the breeze
I’m nobody’s bellwether
And nobody’s black sheep
I’m not henpecked or hogtied
Or made to beg upon my knees
[CHORUS]
I do wish it could be a duet
Have someone to keep up with
But for some reason
That hasn’t happened yet
I must to maintain my stride
Nonetheless
I awake in Marrakesh where I’ve
Booked a room with a kitchenette
I hear the call to prayer,
Echoing from the minarets
Oh no, I’ve slept all day —
Oh well… So what?
That's okay with me and
I'm the one who calls the shots!
[CHORUS]
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3. |
The Richmond Line
02:26
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Wake up late
Still I gotta try to catch the Express
But I know it’s gone
Before I’m even dressed
It doesn’t really matter all that much
That bus never gets downtown on time
Always seems
Just to miss
The Richmond Line
So it’s the 38
Go down Divis on the 24
Caught the Limited
But I had to fight my way onboard
The driver, he’s shouting
“Move on back”
But no one pays him any mind
All this work
Just to catch
The Richmond Line
Get downtown
Hop off between 3rd and Montgomery
Swim up stream, through the crowds
All them people want to go
Some other way
Stick in my ticket, run down the stairs
See two red lights from behind
Always seem
Just to miss
The Richmond Line
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Sunday is made for loving
My dear — Some say
The day is holy
Well, it does make me feel whole
But I don't go
To a church
And sit in some pew
Instead I spend
All morning in bed
Making love with you
One day we won't be together
I fear — It’s clear
Our love has limits
And this must come to an end
It's not enough
I need more
It's hard to explain
It's just not fair
To keep you here
So I’m gonna have to cause some pain
Years pass, I learn she's in Alaska
With child — Meanwhile
I've felt so guilty
And things don’t seem to work out
Here all along,
I thought I’d done her a wrong
It's me I haven't spared
Love might be blind
But just one time
I’d like it not to be impaired
Sunday is made for loving
My dear — Some say
The day is holy
Well I do feel a slight hole
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5. |
I Need a Sugar Mama
02:33
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I Need a Sugar Mama
To take care of me
And if I had a sugar mama
Life would be so sweet
Yeah a nice old sugar mama
That would be a treat
Some high class spendthrift biddy
That’d be right about my speed
Because when it comes down to it
Love’s not what I need
I just need to be taken care of
So I can do as I please
I need a Sugar Mama
Oh, honey please
I gots myself a real sweet tooth
That I gots to feed
Because when it comes down to it
Love’s not what I need
Just give me a short bread cookie
To go with my coffee
Because when it comes down to it
Love’s not what I need
I want to take a bite
Of a nice ripe peach
I’ll take a hot vanilla
And a chocolate biscotti
But I really need my Sugar Mama
I really want my sweets
I Need a Sugar Mama
To take care of me
And if I had a sugar mama
Life would be so sweet
Life would be so sweet
Life would be so sweet…
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She shops union square
Once tried Folsom Street Fair
Since then she’s never ventured south
Of Market Street
Confuses Bush with Pine
Likes pier 39
And some mediocre Italian joint
In North Beach
Some Girls Just Don’t Get The City
She tours Alcatraz
And she has to have
A little red buddha and some
Finger cuffs
Rides cable cars
Crawls Marina bars
She thinks it’s so weird that
It’s pronounced “Goff”
Some Girls Just Don’t Get The City
Those that do
Just won’t seem to do
Why couldn’t you
Just get the city?
[break]
Some Girls Just Don’t Get The City
Those that do
Just won’t seem to do
Why couldn’t you
Just get the city?
Uber down JFK
Tea garden, beach chalet
Never realized how much there was
In between
It’s Its, Three Twins
Bi-Rite and Smitten
But Ben and Jerry’s at
Haight and Ashbury?
Some Girls Just Don’t Get The City
Some Girls Just Don’t Get The City
Some Girls Just Don’t Get The City
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Scraping fingertips
Along grooves of grout
On a brick wall
I’m dancing with
The shadow of a doubt
As dusk falls
Sashaying back and forth through
The Mystery and Milieu of You
Pedaling so hard
Down the Great Highway
Towards the Sunset
To Skyline Boulevard
Or some place untinged
By regret
Or should I swerve right into
The Mystery and Milieu of You?
Take the ferry
To Angel Island
Then Tiburon
Might as well be
Out on the windswept
Faralons
Can’t seem to solve or improve
The Mystery and Milieu of You
Scraping fingertips
Along grooves of grout
On a brick wall
I’m dancing with
The shadow of a doubt
As dusk falls
Sashaying back and forth through
The Mystery and Milieu of You
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8. |
The Fish Song
02:31
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They'll try ‘n cram platitudes in a man
Just jam 'em in — he's a tuna can
Like "There are many fish in the sea" ‘n
”God has touched each grain of sand"
Well, it sounds to me like someone has
Too much time on His hands
And I don't want to have to spend
All my life as a fisherman
If I catch a fish, should I
Draw her from her waters?
Watch her flop about my deck,
Before I cut and gut her?
Cook her up in olive oil
And serve her up for supper?
And once I have consumed her,
I should have to catch another?
Soon the seas shall be empty
For all men will go fishing
Until appetites are satisfied
And that's just wishful thinking
They're polluting all our rivers
With their lines and constant angling
They'll cast a net around the world
That's as choking as entangling
If you feed a man a fish,
You'll fill his belly for a night
But if you teach a man to fish,
He's famished but he's occupied
Me, I’m so sick of baiting hooks
With fancy lures and worms and flies
I'd rather sail on aimless-like
And hope that fish fall from the sky
Perhaps I ought to dry my skin
'Til it flakes and scales
Shed my forelimbs for some fins
And spin myself a tail
Hold my breath ‘til I develop gills
Or the blowhole of a whale
Then I can make some plans
To join all those fish in the sea…
…if they'll have me
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9. |
Lover for a Day
01:43
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Lover for a day
Lover for an hour
Lovers through out the night
Lover's in the shower
Lover in a field of wheat
Lover picking flowers
Lover who loves her sweets
Lover whose love's turned sour
Lover of the moment… Lover of my life
Love her in an instant… Lover becomes a wife
Love her to the bone
Lovers in the marrow
Lover turned to stone
Lover's lost her sparrow
Lover in a picture
Lover in a tower
Lover with her liquor
Lover whom I'll devour
Lovers in the heat… Lover in the cold
Lover I've yet to meet… Lover who's grown old
Lover of the moment… Lover of my life
Love her in an instant… Lover becomes a wife
Lover in the parking lot
Lover on the bus
Lover kept a secret
Lover we don't discuss
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I don’t have a star
To navigate by sky
But I have a light
On which I feel I can rely
Its source is not the sun
Nor the force behind the tides
It’s just a humble lamp
In the house where she resides
And when it’s late
And I get home
I know she’s up
And on the phone
But it is past the hour
I can knock upon her door
So I must be content with the
Light In Her Window
She is like a child
Full of mischief and delight
And she is like sage
Or perhaps rosemary with insight
She feeds me shish-kabobs
And gives me lots to drink
She’s the one I love,
But I can’t let her know what I think
And when it’s late
And I get home
I know she’s up
And on the phone
But it is past the hour
I can knock upon her door
So I must be content with the
Light In Her Window
And now it’s dark
And she’s not home
She’s been gone so long
I feel alone
But it is not my place
To ask her where it is she goes
Still I keep an eye out for that
Light In Her Window
I don’t have a star
To navigate by sky
But I have a light
On which I think I’ll keep an eye
The source is not the sun
Nor the force behind the tides
It’s just a humble lamp
In the house where she resides
The light in her window…
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E.G. Phillips San Francisco, California
E.G. Phillips is a San Francisco based songwriter who creates lyric driven songs with his own special blend of whimsy and cinematic imagery which he uses to give a wry take on dealing with the longings of the heart and the madness of existence.
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