Fluffy Ann

Monday, November 29, 2004

Number Twenty-two

"There's a magic down in Memphis
That never seems to fade
Even now them voices carry
Like a lonely serenade
It's the memories that still and always will be on my mind
They move me every time

She sees the good in everything there is to see
Sometimes I wonder what she ever sees in me
I'm not always right, you know
But she's never led me wrong
She moves me like a Memphis soul song

In all my travels I've never found a way
To find the words that say the things I'd like to say
I've sang some melodies, but she's my favorite one
She moves me like a Memphis soul song"

(Uncle Kracker, "Memphis Soul Song")

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Number Twenty-one

"Once upon a midnight, dearie,
I woke with something in my head
I couldn't escape the memory
Of a phone call and of what you said
Like a game show contestant with a parting gift
I could not believe my eyes
When I saw through the voice of a trusted friend
Who needs to humor me and tell me lies
Yeah, humor me and tell me lies

And I'll lie too and say I don't mind
And as we seek so shall we find
And when you're feeling open I'll still be here
But not without a certain degree of fear
Of what will be with you and me
I still can see things hopefully

But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around?
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down
And shake me and my confidence
About a great many things

But I've been there; I can see it cower
Like a nervous magician waiting in the wings
Of a bad play where the heroes are right
And nobody thinks or expects too much
And Hollywood's calling for the movie rights
Singing, hey, babe, let's keep in touch
Hey, baby, let's keep in touch

But I want more than a touch
I want you to reach me
And show me all the things no one else can see
So what you feel becomes mine as well
And soon, if we're lucky, we'd be unable to tell
What's yours and mine; the fishing's fine
And it doesn't have to rhyme so don't feed me a line

But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around?
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down

Tra la la la la bomba dear this is the pilot speaking
And I've got some news for you
It seems my ship still stands no matter what you drop
And there ain't a whole lot that you can do
Oh sure the banner may be torn and the wind's gotten colder
Perhaps I've grown a little cynical
But I know no matter what the waitress brings
I shall drink in and always be full
My cup shall always be full
Oh I like coffee
And I like tea
I'd like to be able to enter a final plea
I still got this dream that you just can't shake
I love you to the point you can no longer take

Well, all right, okay
So be that way
I hope and pray
That there's something left to say

But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around?
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down"

(Blues Traveler, "Run Around")