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Sad Every Sadderday Nite
03:57
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IT'S SAD EVERY SADDERDAY
BY RAY RODGERS
YOU BROKE MY HEART WHEN YOU LEFT HOME...
SAD AND EMPTY AND ALL ALONE,
BROKEN DREAMS, AND TEAR DROPS UP,
AND IT'S SAD EVERY SADDERDAY...
EVER SINCE YOU WENT AWAY...
I'M SAD EVERY SADDERDAY NIGHT.
EMPTY ROOMS AND EMPTY BEDS,
THE FRIGHTFUL FEARS AND THE DREARY DREADS...
TOOK MY NAME AND THREW IT AWAY 'CAUSE...
IT'S SAD EVERY SADDERDAY.
I'M SAD EVERY SADDERDAY NIGHT.
YOU BROKE MY HEART, WHEN YOU SAID GOODBYE...
BLUE MY LIPS, AND RED MY EYES.
BROKE MY HEART SO BAD IT WAS NO GOOD,
AND IT'S SAD EVERY SADDERDAY,
I'M SAD EVERY SADDERDAY NIGHT.
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Doomed
04:38
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DOOMED
I watch CNN daily,
as I duck and I cringe,
as the bullets are flying,
as they tear and they singe.
I walk in the streets,
with blood on my hands.
I guess I’m just doomed
to be sorry though sad.
For most of my life now,
I’ve watched terror unfold.
I watched as my friends
grew more vengeful and bold.
I walk in the streets,
where my freedoms are sold.
I guess I’m just doomed,
to be standing alone.
I watch as you're hurting
and I must feel the same.
I watch as you stumble
and except all the blame.
I walk in the streets,
where the victims are chained.
I guess I’m just doomed,
to be dying ashamed.
I watch out my window.
I grow worried and tense.
I drink whiskey and ponder.
But, still it never makes sense.
I walk in the streets,
where the victims are trained.
I guess I’m just doomed,
to think it all could be changed.
I wince at your hunger,
as I take my next bite.
I run away from your horror,
as it becomes my own fright.
I walk in the streets,
with blood on my hands.
I guess I’m just doomed,
to be sorry though sad.
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Why Can't I Say What's On My Mind? By Ralph Bendel
Your letters from Sonoma ..back to Oklahoma
tell me…..there might be time
I’m sittin’ on the edge here….the edge of confusion
why can’t i say what’s on my mind?
You know i would walk there…from here to California
if i thought you’d change your mind
but you only call me when you need me
the rest of the time, it’s like i died
and you always push me…where you don’t want me
and then i always (you know) i run and hide
I’m sittin’ on the edge here….the edge of confusion
why can’t i say what’s on my mind?
Your letters from Sonoma….back to Oklahoma
tell me…there might be time
I’m sittin’ on the edge here…the edge of confusion
why can’t i say what’s on my mind?
Why can’t i say what’s on my mind?
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4. |
In Need Of A Friend
02:43
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OH MY GOD
HERE I AM AGAIN
ALL BY MYSELF
AND IN NEED OF A FRIEND
BUT SOMEONE WHO COULD TALK ME DOWN
SOMEONE WHO WOULD LISTEN
SOMEONE WHO COULD TAKE ME ALL NIGHT
OH WHAT A SHAME
JUST WALKING THE FLOOR
ALL BY MY SELF
AND I CAN'T TAKE THIS NO MORE
TIRED OF THIS DAY AFTER DAY
TIRED OF THESE SAME OLD WALLS
TIRED OF THIS SAME OLD RAY
HE TURNED OUT NEEDY AFTER ALL
OH MY GOD
HERE I AM AGAIN
ALL BY MY SELF
AND IN NEED OF A FRIEND
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5. |
Changement
02:46
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CHANGEMENT: J'ai changai un peu pour toi
J'ai changai un peu pour vous
j'ai changai...j'ai changai
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6. |
The Message
04:20
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THE MESSAGE
by Ray Rodgers
I erased the message from the phone.
I turned your picture to the wall.
I buried poems under stone.
I couldn’t read them after all.
I turn the stereo up loud.
I read myself to sleep.
I tell my self I’ll live somehow,
if I can just stay on my feet,
push the truth away
and just stay on my feet,
keep the voices to a roar,
push the memories aside,
plant my feet back on the floor,
keep the passion down inside.
I throw myself into my work.
I drive down busy streets.
Distract myself in other worlds,
but, they don’t spin beneath my feet.
Lacking truth,
they will not spin beneath my feet.
I hold the trophy for a while,
then lay it with your words in stone.
I take the picture of your smile,
and lay it with the other bones.
I turn the stereo up loud.
I read myself to sleep.
I tell myself I’ll live some how,
if I can just stay on my feet,
push the truth away,
and just stay on my feet.
I erased the message from the phone,
after I had listened through the day.
I compared the fashion with the tone.
But, what it said I still can’t say.
I play the stereo too loud.
I drown myself in sleep.
I tell my self be careful now
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7. |
Touch Somebody
01:46
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ALL I WANT TO DO (TOUCH SOMEBODY)
BY RAY A. RODGERS
COPYRIGHT 1992
(CHORUS)
ALL I WANT TO DO IS TOUCH SOMEBODY
ALL I WANT TO DO IS TOUCH SOMEONE WHO IS FREE
ALL I WANT TO DO IS TOUCH SOMEBODY
SOME ONE WHO IS TOUCHED LIKE ME
Verse 1
I DON'T WANT TO SIT AT HOME ALONE
AH BUT I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT
SO IF THAT'S ALL YOU GOT IN MIND
THAN HONEY PLEASE SAY GOODNIGHT
CAUSE
(CHORUS)
Verse 2
I'VE BEEN SITTING HERE ALL DAY JUST THINKING OF YOU
AND ALL THE NICE THINGS THAT WE COULD DO
IF YOU WOULD JUST LET YOUR MIND GO FREE
AND GIVE YOUR HEART AND SOUL TO ME
AND
(CHORUS)
Verse 3
MY HANDS ARE WAITING FOR A SIMPLE GESTURE
TO SHOW ME EVERYTHING IS FINE
SO COME ON MAKE YOUR MOVE IF THAT’S YOUR PLEASURE
WHILE WE STILL HAVE THE TIME
CAUSE...(CHORUS)
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8. |
Pretty As You Please
04:19
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PRETTY AS YOU PLEASE
by Ray Rodgers
She was driving down my street one day,
just as pretty as you please.
Her eyes were shaded softly,
though the sun was on her cheek.
She rolled up to my corner.
She slowed down to a stop.
I think I watched her change her mind.
as she glanced across my yard.
My world was shaking.
It shook me to my knees.
My world was shaking,
just as pretty as you please.
She rolled into the corner,
She rolled into the sun.
She rolled into a brand new world,
where I was the lucky one.
The wind was blowing through her hair,
fell across her chin.
I know you're not supposed to stare,
but that's just what I did.
My world was shaking.
It shook me to my knees.
My world was shaking,
just as pretty as you please.
Her tail lights called out to me,
said you better run.
You're going to miss out on all that pleasure.
You're going to miss out on all that fun.
They rolled and rolled and rolled and rolled
and rolled so far away.
I think they rolled right up to heaven.
Now they wait outside the gate.
My world was shaking.
It shook me to my knees.
My world was shaking,
just as pretty as you please.
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9. |
Vandal in the Rain
02:55
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VANDAL IN THE RAIN. By Ralph Bendel
Didn't you always know....I was always there
in the shadows
I could always see....you were there for me
holding that candle
Whenever I saw you..... you know I'd run
just like a vandal ...in the rain
And now that I am free....now that I can see
now that i...am free... you're not here for me
and I'm left with is candle
and the rain.
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10. |
Woman Of Changes
07:02
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Woman of changes.....woman alone
read between the ages....can she do it alone?
Throughout the ages....man's been lord and king...
woman of changes...changes everything!
But is there direction....or is there none?
Woman of changes...can she finish what she's begun?
Woman of changes....woman alone
read between the pages....can she do it alone,
should she do it alone?
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11. |
WIndy Weather
06:24
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WINDY WEATHER
Wind on an ocean....take me
Wind on the desert....wake me
Storm in the valley...break me
Wind on the water....make me go
to places we've not been
alone together...we could begin
to find a secret lost within
you and me
Windy weather...blow my soul
Windy weather...blow my soul
oh..ah..oh..wo...windy weather
Windy weather ...blow my soul
oh..ah..oh oh....windy weather
credits
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12. |
Quiver
04:12
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Quiver: By Ray Rodgers
When the room covers over
and the earth melts away,
we may be stranded together
but I’m still eager to stay.
When the fires in my heart
dictate all that I say,
It makes me quiver.
It makes me shiver.
It makes me fall to my knees.
When I see you lying naked
and your smiling at me,
it makes me hungry.
It makes me thankful.
It makes me eager to please.
It makes me want to leave you something special
at the side of your bed.
May I please?
It makes me stutter.
It makes me flutter.
It makes my hands start to shake,
When you speak to me softly,
with all those sweet gestures you make,
it makes me needy.
It makes me greedy.
It makes me desperate to stay.
It makes me want to leave you something special
at the side of your bed.
If I may?
It makes me quiver.
It makes me shiver.
It makes me shutter
and shake.
When I hear you talking dirty,
it's almost more than I can take.
It makes me humble.
It makes me fumble.
It makes me crumble and quake.
It makes me want to leave you something special
at the side of your bed,
if I may.
When the room is expanding
with the forces at play,
we may be bound here together,
but I seem to like it that way.
When the fires of my heart
insist on all that I crave,
I feel protected,
connected,
I feel cuddled and squeezed.
When I'm lying close beside you,
I have all that I need.
I feel guarded.
I feel defended.
I feel firmly at ease.
It makes me want to leave you something special
at the side of your bed
May I please?
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Ralph Bendel / Studio Magnolia Tulsa, Oklahoma
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