SANS
VOUS - WITHOUT YOU
Silently, de noche you come
Seeping into this moistureless mind
A wretched wailing soul held prisoner
It’s purpose lost in time
CHORUS:
Donde estas? Te estrano. Te quiero ver
Je me sens perdu
You’re the only hope,
the only one to move this flesh to seek it’s truths
How, can I live unbroken without you, without you, sans vous?
How, can I breathe bigger sans vous, sans vous, without you?
Meaningless moments blur the sky
Dependent upon someone else’s ink to write
How we should walk and talk and breed and live our lives
In letters as tall as lies
CHORUS
The script before the stage
The horse before the cart
Maslow throws it all away
The beginning’s where it needs to start
Chaque journeé
Que je me suis leveé
Je me suis poseé un seul question “A quoi ça sert tout ça?”
NAUGHTY
NINA SUNSHINE
Her image is her ruler, measures everyone around
Condemnation, damnation, forgiveness can’t be found
Her grade 4 education’s so superior to your BA,
How can all that ego possibly squeeze itself into that little space?
CHORUS:
She can’t crack a smile, but she’ll break your back
As she dances on your soul mocking what she wants yet lacks
Howls at the sky, insists God’s an ass
'Cuz he went ahead and planned the world
and she just wasn’t asked!
Naughty Nina Sunshine
Her lover lusts for Prozac to dull the constant pain,
Of knowing he can’t run and hide
His weakness is his shame
Annihilated all his passion
Of that she made sure
Grabbed and laughed at his 12”
Then left looking for more
CHORUS
And he can’t get it up! And he can’t get it in!
This passive aggressive act allows him this one tiny win
And he laughs to himself, behind a closed door
His hand on his meat, his juice on the floor!
CHORUS
I
LIVE A LIE
I’ve got a little room inside
my little house
Where I hide all my little lies
There’s a moat all around that surrounds
Keeping all faultless from coming inside
I gloat at other’s misfortunes
It validates all the married years
All the moments on the couch
And all the bills for the meds and all the tears
CHORUS:
I need you to fall, I need you to try
I need you to fail, I need you to cry
I need you to make me feel alive
Too painful to voice the truth inside
I Live A lie
The kids have grown up and lost faith in me
Like transparent screens let flies in
After they’re slammed and banged for 20 years
They barely hang off a rusted hinge
Seems as if there’s someone always mad at me
But it’s better than hangin’ alone
They ignore me with anger and silence
And that confirms this is where I belong
CHORUS
Don’t stand in the light when I count my beads
'Cause the angle makes me look so damn sincere
I'll blot at my eyes, as you tell me your woeful tale
But when the bank repos an’ sells your life
I’ll be the first at the sale
CHORUS
PIGEONS
Gritty, grimy little girl, struttin’ down
the street
Lookin’ out to make a buck while
quenching wicked needs
Toxic Joe shot up last night, can barely walk today
Weavin’ in and out of life between anger, coke and shame
And they’re passed by everyday as we cringe an’ look away
The closeness of their plight, leaves us fearful of reality’s light
CHORUS:
Pigeons, everything is dirty ‘bout
Pigeons, everywhere not wanted
Pigeons, everybody wants to kill pigeons
shoo, shoo...fly away
shoo, shoo...fly away
They call her Deep Divin’ Mary, an’ she wears her name with pride
Singin’ up to her elbows in garbage, happy to look for what others never
find...
Stick and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me
For I have no faith, no hope, no love
I am dead, I am empty
CHORUS
Don’t be so hard, so quick to blame
No one is born to be this way
If only they’d had a grandma like mine
They would have known love and not spent their lives as...
CHORUS
MICKEY
She toasts with the cabbie what she’ll
never, ever, never be
He laughs, stops the meter, leaves her praying in a puddle in the alley
Sits an’ watches, before going to the bar down the street
For her conscience and her faith, neither of which she wants to meet
A Butch in a dress, she enters the bar
Who wants to get lucky? Who wants to be Mama’s star?
With nowhere to run, and nowhere to go
Some time with a stranger beats jerking off all alone
A bible-filled back-pack, tied to her soul
Prophetically wandering baseball fields all alone
In search of a player, in search of her mind
Not sure of where to look, not knowing who she’ll find
CHORUS:
A roll in the sack, the blow of the year
Cocksure strap-ons help to hide all her fears
Takes out the lap-top and gives them a seat
Chains them to her guilt, while laying roses at their feet
She has a “900” for Santa and his teeny-weeny little elves
Smiles as she dials blindly to the insanity in which she dwells
Mickey’s the only one with integrity
If it hadn’t been for Minnie, she’d be the one swallowing his prosperity
Instead she’s coming on to the man on her left
While being 5-fingered tinkered by the girl on her right
A T.V. blares bad blood above the smoke
A siren screams in the night
An' only madness will help her see what logic could not explain
Ya can’t point the finger at no one else
When there’s no one else to blame
CHORUS
I
LOVE TO LOVE YOU
I love to miss you
It’s so bittersweet
This pain inside
Can’t wait ‘til it bleeds
I love the thought of you
And all the angry-hurtful times
How you’d push me away
Leave me longing, leave me dry
CHORUS:
Not what I thought, yet better than that
Our passions surfaced when we engaged in combat
So exciting, like splintered pieces of chance
Our passions surfaced when we engaged in combat
I love to feel you
As you smash down on me
Like waves to a shore
You seduce with brutality
I love to wear you
Show the torments you provide
The ecstacy of not knowing
If I’ll be taken to the edge to live or die
CHORUS
Push, push, push, push me some more
Into your world of sin, push me some more
Black an’ blue, and tear-stained too
How can we win if we always lose?
CHORUS
FAT
CAT
Such a lonely man
With nothing to give
Hasn’t a clue how to love
Well he hasn’t a clue how to live
Perched high above the clouds
So high in a castle built for one
He can’t understand the reasons why
Such a cool dude can’t hold on to anyone
CHORUS:
He’s got selfish ways and far too busy days
He’s got children of the night
That scream and cry and steal you blind
Ya they scream and cry as you lose your mind
He’s run out of tears, and has too many fears
He’s been there and done it ten-fold
Run far from this man, far from this man
For he’ll kill your livin’ soul
Emotions are a thing of the past
The physical is where he’s at
Such a fake, a snake on one big take
That “fat cat”, it ain’t no act
He’s got a pretty little face in every airport
It’s here, there, and everywhere
Black books, red books, who keeps track?
That fat cat ‘cuz he just doesn’t share
CHORUS
Nickels and dimes, he’ll count ‘em all
And calculate your worth
Pray your bank book never, ever shows red
Or you’ll find you’re face down in the dirt
He’ll visit the third world in the morning
An’ tell ‘em what he plans to eat for lunch
He’ll step over the meek people, and step right on the weak people
Don’t you dirty his shoes, he paid $900 for blue
NOBODY
SHARES
She’s had a day from hell
Kicks off her shoes, and drops on the couch
Doesn’t know where it all went wrong, she can’t tell
But she’s tired of waiting for that Midas Touch
She goes to church on Sundays to forgive an’ forget
The saints surrounding the sinner, makin’ sure she pays her debt
The smiles on their faces never really matchin’ their eyes
So judgemental of her, their faith built on lies
CHORUS:
Tired of cryin’, ‘cause nobody sees
Tired of bitchin’, ‘cause nobody cares
Tired of screamin’, ‘cause nobody hears
Tired of givin’, ‘cause nobody shares
Love thy neighbour as thyself, fit the norm of society
Love thy neighbour as thyself, but don’t you dare have more than me
They pass her on the corner as the men look away
Not wanting the reminder, her touch for which they’d paid
Not wanting to acknowledge the sins of the flesh
Haunted by the secrets that could destroy their happy little nests
CHORUS
SONG4THESPINELESS
Why’d ya shoot the teacher?
Why’d ya beat the dog?
Why’d ya bake the baby?
We’re chokin’ on your smog!
Why’d ya slice your lover thin
Then cry an’ lie it on thick?
Stop blaming us for your life
Stop this pain-allotting trip
CHORUS:
What do you want from me?
What do you want from life?
What do you want from love?
Why don’tcha’ sit down an’ think about it?!
It’s your choice to choose, to think about it!
Got more to lose if you don’t think about it!
Your gang’s so down n’ bad, they rule
Like your clothes, your job, your car
Here’s a map to integrity
‘cuz you’re so off and it’s so far
The road sometimes whispers
And at times, it will scream
Drag you dry and cut you calmly
Meet ya in hell an’ haunt your dreams
CHORUS
It’s never your fault, yet you’re makin’ the rules in your
own game!
Why don’t you get off the world an’ make some room
For someone who can be accountable and can handle the blame!
So fed up of your violent victim mentality
Wish someone could ship you off to some canabalistic society
Then we wouldn't, then we just wouldn't have to hear...
MAGNUM
Meet my eyes across the room
Then slowly, look away
Lock our gaze once again
Just nod to start the game
Casually move towards me
As the room starts to spin away
Each eagerly, anticipating
What we should do, what we should say
CHORUS:
I can feel you, I can smell you
I can taste you, I can hurt you
Let our bodies do the talkin’
I’ll pretend to be the prey that you think you're stalkin’
So sure I’m the one you’ll catch
Unknowing it’s your soul I’ll snatch
CHORUS
Mezmerize, electrify
Just makin’ sure, I’ve got your attention
Wanting and haunting, it’s one of the same
Not completely aware of the rules of the game
While intoxicated by the powers of lust
Your soul’s been and gone, you’re nothin’ but dust
CHORUS
Rockin’ you, shockin’ you, it’s been fun
Never play roulette with a loaded gun
LIKE
A LATIN
I have no recollection, of the
place where I’m from
The result of immigration, thus the premise of this song
For everytime I tell someone the land of birth where I come from they say...
You don’t look, walk or talk, move your hips, like a latin
You’ve got no accent, say “hijo de puta” or “piece ‘o
chit”, like a latin
Tony Montana, Reuben Gonzales, and Celia Cruz
They expect me to smoke and sing and dance like you
I can’t explain it, too complicated
The passion burns in my soul, like a latin
Stick in Spanish is “palito” and that’s exactly, what they’ve
called me
No “T & A” to shake or show, while the rhythm’s gonna get
me
And though Enrique is really cool, but Sting and Bela make me drool
I can’t explain it, too complicated
The passion burns in my soul, like a latin
The ego of the latin male is more than I can take
The thought of him doin’ the town, while I, a bird in a cage
I've got the best of both worlds and I’m so fortunate to have it
The strength and independence of one, and the passion of a latin
“Chiquita Banana” is the sticker on my breakfast every morning
Postcards of beaches and palm trees swaying in the sun leaves me yearning
I thought Merengue a topping, not a dance, and I'll eat sushi if given the chance
I can’t exlain it, too complicated
The passion burns in my soul, like a......
She cannot dance, she cannot swim
She can’t even sing the national hymn
Yo vengo de Cuba, la Habana es donde naci
pero no te conozco, siempre a vivido aqui
Un dia voy a volver, a verte otra vez
Un dia voy a volver, te quiero conocer
Quiero nadar, cantar, baillar en Cuba
Quiero correr, brincar, gosar en Cuba
