Monday, March 10, 2008

Caught

I have no business knowing about record players

They were out of vogue before I was playing Truth or Dare

But you know that spot, where the record's worn a groove

And the needle gets caught, like it's inking a tattoo?

Well, so it is with your voice

You're every answer, every clue and I haven't got a choice

And the very hope of you drifts over my bed at night like a just-out-of-reach kite...


Chorus:

And then I'm caught, you're tangled in my hair

And in my every thought and it isn't fair

'Cause you've no business being there



I have no business knowing about slide projectors

But I was blessed with an old fashioned art professor

Though I can't recall much of what he taught

I remember all the slides where it got caught

And so it is with your face

Down streets and avenues I see you everyplace

And the very hope of you drifts over my bed at night like a just-out-of-reach kite...

Chorus


I have no business knowing the Latin beat

Wasn't born in Rio or with roses in my teeth

But the rhythm gets caught and dances 'round my brain

Like the endless drops of Seattle rain

And so it is with you, dear

There is nothing I can do; you are near me even when you aren't near

And the very hope of you drifts over my bed at night like a just-out-of-reach kite...

Chorus


Monday, March 3, 2008

Alice in Wonderland


Somehow I've made it through life

With my heart still intact

With my baggage still packed, all my goals on track

But now, my goals seem kind of tame

Or did they go down the drain?

Well, there's no one else to blame but me


Chorus:

For I'd die to be the cigarette that lies in your lips

To be the guitar that caresses your hip

To be the strings that sigh as you slide your fingers over me

And it's curious the more you desire the farther you have to fall

But still I'd rather have my heart broken by you than never broken at all


Somehow I've made it through life

With my heart on my sleeve

Easy to deceive, blissfully naïve                                          

But now, my innocence is lost

And I'm glad to pay the cost

Because the dice were tossed by me


Chorus


Spanish Chorus:

Porque me muero por ser el cigarrillo entre tus labios

La guitarra rozando tu lado

Tu mano tremorosa sobre el cuello

Es extraño lo más que deseo, mas me atrapó en la red del amor

Prefiero que rompas mi corazón a tenerlo entero en mi soledad

Es extraño lo más que deseo, mas me atrapó en la red del amor

Prefiero que rompas mi corazón a tenerlo entero en mi soledad

For I'd rather have my heart broken by you than never broken at all


(Translation by Cristina Giammarinaro)

Saturday, March 1, 2008

A Reason To Stay Up All Night


Adam prayed one night, He said, “Lord, I like this place

I like being other than mud and I enjoy having a face

I like the beasts of the land and the fruit of the trees

And though I don’t quite understand, I like the birds and the bees

But I think I’d like, I think I’d like...


Chorus:

If I had someone to talk to

Some home to walk to

Someone to impress and delight

Somebody to tease

Somebody to please

A reason to stay up all night

Yeah, that’s what I’d like, that’s what I’d like...


Galileo prayed one night, he said, “Lord, I like this place

It’s too bad it took being exiled to get me my personal space

I love knowing the spheres of the earth and the moon

Four hundred years before anyone else has a clue

But I think I’d like, I think I’d like...

Chorus

I prayed one night, I said, “Lord, I like this place

I’m so glad the modern world figured out that people just get in the way

Every day I look older but no one is near enough to know

Though I admit, as the days grow colder my vanity’s the first thing to go

But I think I’d like, I think I’d like...

Chorus