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I Did Something Bad
02:54
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they all think i'm such a good girl
all my life i've surely been
loyal friend and giving person
moral, stand-up citizen
i did something bad and i didn't feel as guilty as i probably should have
i did something bad today
i'm no good at keeping secrets
but this one's too big to spill
can't believe no one has noticed
but my eyes they show but they don't tell
that i did something bad
and i didn't feel as guilty as i probably should have
i did something bad today
i did something bad
badder than judas and a silver bag
i did something bad today
i never used to understand how anyone could live
with themselves but now i see it's not hard to forgive
yourself for doing something bad.
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La la la la la
So you’re quitting again
Do you want me to act surprised?
You announce to the world
Get mad when I roll my eyes
Aren’t you tired of waiting, aren’t you tired of waiting
aren’t you tired of waiting around.
La la la la la
Is there any point in living,
When all you do is bide your time?
Say you’re gonna do something,
And then you change your mind
Aren’t you tired of waiting, aren’t you tired of playing,
Aren’t you tired of waiting around.
Beware of thoughts that come at night,
Turn on a switch and it’s daylight
But you’re just waiting for the day to end
La la la la la
Your complaints are loud, but your actions small
What makes you think you deserve it all?
There’s nothing free, you’re boring me, you’re boring me
I’m tired of waiting, and I’m tired of playing,
And I’m tired of staying around
Beware of thoughts that come at night,
Turn on a switch and it’s daylight,
But you’re just waiting for the day to end.
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Watch Out!
02:40
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Oh dear boy, she’s got you good
You think that you’re on top
I’m the one to say, “Watch Out!”
Before You can’t stop
Watch out! Watch out!
She’s nice enough and smart enough
And soft on the eyes
But manicured talons sink in deep
she’s digging for a bigger prize
(watch out!) You may think you’re in control
(watch out!) I’m gonna tell you something
(watch out!) She adores you now you see
But it don’t mean a thing if she ain’t got a ring.
Went to a good college
To get her M.R.S.
A minor in psychology
So you don’t stand a chance
Chorus
I want a three-carat diamond with a platinum band
A princess-cut solitaire rock
So everyone can see that I snagged me a man
And how much money he’s got
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Catty Woman Blues
03:31
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Well, hello, it’s been ages since I’ve seen you
Tell me, is that your new girlfriend over there?
Oh yes, she seems very pretty.
It’s too bad about her hair
But you know black, it’s really such a slimming color
For those breeding hips she’s trying to conceal
And all that makeup really does become her
And her boobs look practically real
But I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about
I swear I don’t know you mean
I mean it when I say she’s a great catch
If you like that sort of thing
Hello, dear, so nice to finally meet you
That outfit sure does take a lot of ... gall
And you must give me the name of your hairdresser
‘Cause your roots barely show at all
But I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about
I swear I don’t know you mean
I mean it when I say he’s a great catch
If you like that sort of thing.
But I’m so glad that you two hit it off
He needed a girl who’s not that tall
And one who is so open-minded
That she doesn’t mind a guy who’s kinda small
But I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about
I swear I don’t know you mean
I mean it when I say you’re a great catch
If you like that sort of thing.
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Betty Jean
03:29
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Betty Jean was a rock hard machine
She was stronger than a Chevrolet
Probably weighed seven hundred pounds
But he loved her anyway
Rode her everywhere he could
She was his livelihood
Like Johnny and June, Perry and Roselle,
Romeo and Juliet, Will and Ariel, Joe and his Betty Jean.
Late one early spring night
Betty took off on her own
No one saw her leave
Old Joe was left alone
His soul went on a search
But the barstool was his perch
chorus
No one could save him
No one could intervene
All that he wanted was
His poor old Betty Jean
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Laying in bed, wearing nothing but your new tattoo
We pretend we can’t here the phone ringing in the next room
Close your eyes, play make-believe, and breathe as I draw near
Places we should both be, but it’s more fun being here
Life could be a playdate, on a Sunday afternoon
Catchin’ a smile, watching the sun through the shades
I’ll be your June Carter, if you’ll be my one-night stand
When we’re in our minds, they’ll never know where we have been
Wondering why you’re here today, better off unaware
Am I using you or are you using me, I really don’t care.
No more bills, just kicks and thrills, and experimentation
The only problem you have’s premature emancipation
chorus
Dangerous liasions only hurt when they’re out loud
Fantasies and daydreams keep your hearts safe in the clouds
I won’t tell if you won’t dwell on things we shouldn’t do
‘Cause there’s nowhere else I’d rather be on a Sunday Afternoon
Life could be a playdate, and I think we’re perfect playmates
Catch a smile and watch that sun rise through the shades
And I’ll be June Carter and you’ll be my one-night stand
We’ll stay in our minds, never say where we have been.
When we’re in our minds, they can’t tell where we have been.
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One more last kiss
Make it sweet and slow and tender
Give me something to remember
One more last kiss
Just this morning we were laughing
Guess it’s time to get my things
It’s funny how fast it can happen
Goodbyes are as hard as diamond rings.
One more last kiss...
It’s a sentimental nothing
Just a picture in a frame
And we’ll close the door softly
On what never should have been.
We savored every moment
Because we knew it couldn’t last
And I’m ready to let go
But, honey, all I ask
One more last kiss
Make it sweet and slow and tender
Give me something to remember
One more last kiss
All I ask, is one last kiss.
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I heard a voice a’wailin’ about that old-time religion
And i found I couldn’t help but sing along
It’s too late to turn back now, you know,
I’m gonna need to be forgiven,
You crucified me softly with your song
Boy, you make me wanna go to church
You make me wanna praise the Lord,
Throw my hands up and be saved.
The way you shake those hips has got me
Thinkin’ thoughts no Christian girl should have
You make me wanna misbehave.
I love the way those blue eyes glisten
When you look me up and down
It’s like the first time every time we meet.
You won’t take me to the alter, but you’ll take me in the yard.
Gotta get a little dirity before it’s time to get all clean.
Boy, you make me wanna go to church...
Now we travel town to town with a guitar and a bible,
Though prayin’ is the last thing I expect
And our camping gives new meaning to that old time Tent Revival
When I get down on my knees and genuflect.
Boy, you make me wanna go to church
You make me wanna praise the Lord,
Throw my hands up and be saved.
The way you shake those hips has got me
Thinkin’ thoughts no Christian girl should have
You make me wanna misbehave.
Yeah, forget the Holy Trinity, you and me and sin makes three
You make me wanna misbehave.
You make me wanna get down on my knees and pray.
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Her curves are better than mine
She only answers when you call
Easier to pick up, never picks a fight
Lets you touch her without alcohol
Whatever happened to the way that you look at me?
Hold me like that old guitar
Play me like a song
Run your fingers up and down my neck
Make me arch my top like that ‘47 gibson
Pick me baby, I can play you back.
Seems it’s been years since we rolled on the floor
You didn’t even notice I cut my hair
We never make music in the kitchen anymore
I’m tired of playing solitaire
Chorus
You ask me what is wrong, and then you show me your new song
She’s beautiful, i understand
We’ve got our dissonance, but that’s what makes it interesting
But let me be your favorite tune.
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10. |
West 28th Street
03:34
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On West 28th Street’s, an empty old building
I’m told that it used to brew beer for the town
I’d like to go see it, but I’d rather see Paris
so I end up just sittin’ around.
Find a spot on the map, where I’ve never stood before
Places like that, well, there used to be more.
Can’t get excited about finding that here
When West 28th Street’s, all but disappeared.
Everyone talks ‘bout those good olden days
Then everyone moves on just fine
They paved paradise long before I was born
So why do I feel so denied?
For a spot on the map, where I”ve never stood before
Places like that, well, there used to be more
And I can’t get excited about finding that here
West 28th Street’s all but disappeared
But I’ve chosen a path, I’m too stubborn to leave
Is that strength or is that just stupidity
I don’t know if I can keep keepin’ on,
Doing the same thing all over and over and over again.
I used to make plans, now all I make are lists
And vegetable soup and two or three kids
And everything’s pleasant, there ain’t any doubt
But I can’t wait to get the hell out
For a spot on the map, where I”ve never stood before
Daydreams like that, well, I used to have more
But West 28th Street seems light years away
And Paris, I know that I’ll see you ... someday.
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Brigid Kaelin Louisville
A "plucky redhead," a "genre-defying vaudeville rocker," and an "amazing multi-instrumentalist," Brigid Kaelin is a full-on entertainer. You've read her blog, heard her on the BBC and on NPR's "A Prairie Home Companion," seen her play accordion with Elvis Costello, and laughed and cried at her original alt-country cabaret songs. Maybe it's time to buy her albums? ... more
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