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piltch/lang
early morning mid-july
anticipation's making me high
the smell of sunday in our hair...
you ran on the beach with kennedy flair
sweet, sweet burn
of sun and summer wind
and you my friend
my new fun thing
my summerfling
laugh...oh how we would laugh
at anything
and so pretend
forsake the logic
of perfect plans...
a perfect moment
slipped through our hands
sweet, sweet burn
of sun and summer wind
and you my friend
my new fun thing
my summerfling
strange...
the wind can change so quickly
without a word of warning
rearrange our lives
until they're torn in two
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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
She was a big boned gal
From southern alberta
You just couldn't call her small
And you can bet every saturday night
She'd be heading for the legion hall
Put her blue dress on
And she'd curl her hair
Oh she's been waiting all week
And with a bounce in her step
And a wiggle in her walk
She'd be swinging down the street
You could tell she was ready
By the look in her eye
As she slipped in through the crowd
She walked with grace
As she entered the place
Ya, the big boned gal was proud
Hey hey the big boned gal
Ain't no doubt she's a natural
Shakin' and a'snakin'
And a'breakin' up across the floor
Hey hey the big boned gal
Ain't no doubt she's a natural
Reelin' and a'rockin'
And she's yelling out for more
Now people would come
From miles around
And gather there to dance
But when the big boned gal came shufflin' in
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(Sonny Burke/Paul Francis Webster)
I'm feelin' mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor from nine to four
In between I drink
Black coffee
Love's a hand-me-down brew
I'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room
I'm talkin to the shadow
One o'clock till four
And Lord, how slow the moments go
And all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hangin' out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry
Now man was born to go a lovin'
But was a woman born to weep and fret
And stay at home and tend her oven
And down her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
I'm moonin' all the mornin'
Moanin' all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's drivin' me crazy
This thinkin' 'bout my baby
Might maybe come around
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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
Trail of broken hearts
Looking back at you
Now and from the start
These words will travel true
The godspeed of trust
Will settle the dust
We've been passing through
Leaving just a part
Down the trail of broken hearts
Broken trail so long
A long and tired past
An emptiness has gone
I've found this place at last
And here will remain
With only the aim
Of staying sure and fast
Leaving just a part
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I was alright for a while
I could smile for a while
Then I saw you last night
You held my hand so tight
When you stopped to say hello
You wished me well, you couldn't tell
That I'd been crying over you
Crying over you
Then you said "so long"
And left me standing all alone
Alone and crying
Crying, crying, crying
It's hard to understand
That the touch of your hand
Can start me crying
I thought that I was over you
But it's true, so true
I love you even more than I did before
But darling what can I do?
No you don't love me and I'll always be
Crying over you
Crying over you
Yes, now you're gone
And from this moment on
I'll be crying, crying, crying, crying,
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(Wilard Robison)
I left a note on the dresser
And my old wedding ring
These few goodbye words
How can I sing
Goodbye old sleepy head
I'm packing you in like I said
Take care of everything
I'm leaving my wedding ring
Don't look for me
I'll get ahead
Remember darling
Don't smoke in bed
Don't look for me
And I'll get ahead
Remember darling
Don't smoke in bed
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Steinberg/Nowels/D'ubaido
Are you breathing
What I'm breathing
Are your wishes
The same as mine
Fire you needing
What I'm needing
I'm waiting for a sign
My hands tremble
My heart aches
Is it you calling
If I'm alone in this
I don't think I can face
The consequences of falling
Are you thinking
What I'm thinking
Does your pulse
Quicken like mine
Are you dreaming
What I'm dreaming
I can't read your mind
One step towards you
Two steps back
Feels like I'm crawling
If I'm alone in this
I don't think I can face
The consequences of falling
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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
Just a kiss just a kiss
I have lived just for this
I can't explain why I've become
Miss Chatelaine
Just a smile just a smile
Hold me captive just a while
I can't explain why I've become
Miss Chatelaine
Every time your eyes meet mine
Clouds of qualm
Burst into sunshine
Just a sigh just a sigh
Words my love just reply
I can't explain why I've become
Miss Chatelaine
Miss Chatelaine
Zing!!
Just a smile just a smile
Hold me captive just a while
I can't explain why I've become
Miss Chatelaine
Every time your eyes meet mine
Clouds of qualm
Burst into sunshine
Just a kiss just a kiss
I have lived just for this
I can't explain why I've become
Miss Chatelaine
Miss Chatelaine
Miss Chatelaine
Miss Chatelaine
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(Eddie Miller/W.S. Stevenson)
Two cigarettes in an ashtray
My love and I in a small cafe
A stranger came along
And everything went wrong
Now there's three cigarettes
In an ashtray
I watched her take him from me
Now his love is no longer my own
now they have gone
And I sit alone
And watch one cigarette
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When the sun goes down here
And darkness falls
The blanket of winter
Leaves no light at all
You search for shelter
To calm the storm
Shaking with an instinct
Just to stay warm
Chorus:
But I'd walk through the snow barefoot
If you'd open up your door
I'd walk through the snow barefoot
You hear the howling
Of dogs and wind
Stirring up the secrets
That are frozen within
The ice will haunt you
It lays so deep
Locking up inside you
The dreams that you keep
Chorus
This wind...through my soul...blows cold
Chorus
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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
Even through the darkest phase
Be it thick or thin
Always someone marches brave
Here beneath my skin
Constant craving
Has always been
Maybe a great magnet pulls
All souls towards truth
Or maybe it is life itself
That feeds wisdom
To its youth
Constant craving
Has always been
Craving
Ah ha
Constant craving
Has always been
Constant craving
Has always been
Constant craving
Has always been
Craving
Ah ha
Constant craving
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
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(k.d. lang)
You swim
Swim through my veins
Drown me
In your reign
My desire
Carries no shame
My will
Will harbour no pain
Wash
Wash me clean
Mend my wounded seams
Cleanse my tarnished dreams
Drink
Drink from my spell
Quench
Love's drying well
Wash
Wash me clean
Mend my wounded seams
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(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
Out of nowhere this gust of wind
Brushed my hair and kissed my skin
I aimed to hold a bridled pace
When with love itself I came face to face
Pullin' back the reins
Trying to remain
Tall in a saddle
When all that we had well
Ran away
With a will of its own
I know your soul is wild and free
Like this galloiong inside me
Tossed by instinct and where we land
Is vast and certain of all that's planned
You know, I learned to break the run
And gently harness the love of someone
Yes, and equal parts of wait and trust
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piltch/lang
flawless light in a darkening air
alone...and shining there
love will not elude you
love is simple
i worship this tenacity
and the beautiful struggle we're in
love will not elude us
love is simple
be sure to know that
all in love
is ours
and love, as a philosophy
is simple
i am calm in oblivion
calm, as i ever have been
love will not elude me
love is simple
be sure to know that
all in love
is ours...
is ours...
that all in love
is ours
and love, as philosophy
is simple...
and ours...
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