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Round 8, Week 2

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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1.
Sweet little Emmalee is coming my way I'm at a loss for words, don't know what to say She got me struck like I'm Samson of today With that long blonde hair she lead me astray And I'll follow... Sweet little Emmalee, I had her by my side But little did I know she was along for the ride She left me for a friend and damaged my pride Now my heart is bleeding, split open wide And I'm dying... Sweet little Emmalee, you laughed in my face Your words are like daggers and your life a disgrace You never cared that I was easy to replace Everywhere you step is an unholy space And I'm burning...
2.
He was born in the summer of 1963 To an angry man and a woman who was never gonna be complete Though world war three was always raging in the kitchen He learned to read, to write his name and to take the blame On Xmas day when he was five he got a puppy They named him Buddy ‘cause it was his only friend While his parents argued he’d be hiding in the bedroom With his dog in a secret lair underneath the bed He always dreamed he’d be a rebel with a cause Solving crimes and bringing justice to the world But someone’s got to feed the dog and do the chores When you’re needed it’s so hard to break away Gotta get away When his dad grew ill he left a new job in the city And he moved back to the house he lived in as a boy Poor old Buddy was now resting under tulips in the yard By the dead old stump of a maple tree He always dreamed he’d be a rebel with a cause Solving crimes and bringing justice to the world But someone’s got to fix the house and do the chores When you’re needed it’s so hard to break away You never get away
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she may offer you a mountain hand you a stone and then walk away she could tell you she's your future stifle a laugh another game she'll play but she- she holds you in her heart despite your best laid plans holds you in her heart and in the palm of her hand she may cry upon your shoulder for a moment then turn and laugh she could disappear for hours return like never a moment had ever passed but she- she holds you in her heart despite your best laid plans holds you in her heart and in the palm of her hand she will have her say she will get her way she is not afraid she- you'll never trade she may tell you that she needs you then turn and just walk away she could be the one you dreamed of so you stick around and hope and pray
4.
She puts every dime away Saves it all for another rainy day says she believes in kingdom come she says "im a whore for love" claims she don't miss anyone at all says 'he left me now my heart is gone" she writes her pain in prose compares herself to a murder of crows climb aboard I think I've seen it all "Hey land of living I feel I probably died long ago!" She says "Im the ghost of someone no one ever knows" She swears she's still going strong that her name belongs in song That dreams are made from a night with her She finds no hope in sunshine Says she loves the night time Still looking for a way out of this town Her dress is the color of red lets the boys buy her drinks, a few kind words said gives them false hope then off she goes "Hey Mr can I get a ride? Hey Mr would you like to come inside? I promise I can change your life if you don't get too close" But she says there's something she's missing a little love and a little submission but claims she purrs a little louder these days She swears she's still going strong that her name belongs in song That dreams are made from a night with her She finds no hope in sunshine Says she loves the night time Still looking for a way out of this town
5.
As the morning light casts its glow she pulls herself from bed. The hours waiting for sleep in vain, the thoughts racing, rattling her brain And she sits in front of the mirror putting herself together. A daily routine she knows by heart although her world is falling apart. They have both been living as though they’re holding their breath. Taking for granted what they’re given and one day closer to death. Life is too short for secrets between lovers and friends. The truth is always certain and becomes clear in the end. As the evening light falls through the window she wrings her hands at the sink. She winders if he has a clue, and what he’ll say, what he’ll do. And she stares at the stranger in the mirror, whose problems are hers as well. She knows it’s time that she came clean, there is no longer an in between. They have both been living as though they’re holding their breath. Taking for granted what they’re given and one day closer to death. Life is too short for secrets between lovers and friends. The truth is always certain and becomes clear in the end. As she sits him down to tell him, she stumbles over the words. But she knows they are so hard to say, that another love’s nine months away. And he stares with slack jawed wonder, and tears well in his eyes. He holds her and wipes away her tears and with them all of her fears. They have both been living on the edge of a knife. Taking for granted what they’re given but one day closer to life. Life is too short for secrets between lovers and friends. The truth is always certain and becomes clear in the end.
6.
I close my eyes and think I can taste your lips I open my up my eyes and think of what I’ve missed It’s just a fantasy It’s just a fantasy Oh what a fool I was to have let you go Oh when I think of you I want you more than you know It just a fantasy It’s just a fantasy Fantasy Fantasy Fantasy Yeah Ooo, yeah Ooo, yeah Ooh, yeah Ooo Ooo, yeah
7.
Spends all her free time alone Talking to friends on the telephone Not sure if she's shy Hung up on a guy Or simply not into me We worked together at Satellites Went out for dinner and drinks a few nights Connection was strong Something went wrong, what should I think? Satellite, satellite Too high to come down But I see her see her at night Look out my window See her tonight Liked to wear bright color tones Listen to music with big pink headphones Too much to hide This secret dark side The cracks were so clear to me We spent the summer like fingers in glove She kept me closest but where was the love? Never did know What she wouldn't show, to me....
8.
Carrie gets up earlier than Everybody else, puts on her Grandmother's pearls and cries herself to wake up while the Coffee's cooling down and the paper's piling up And the eggs just taste like sand Carrie takes the seventeen steps up to the street You'd miss the tremble if you hadn't seen it happen before and every day she half-expects security guards to send her home again What if you could bend the world to your will? Put your hands right inside the till And walk out, laughing And every night I dream I'm swimming hard upstream And I wonder how I'm ever gonna make her mine again Dancing in the head of a pin She buys it cheap even though she could afford something better A new dress in the closet but she wears that same old sweater Looked so good back in college When the boys started noticing her face And when she comes back home to me, sometimes makes me even wonder if she sees through the fog Or am I like a memory sleeping next to her dreams as she Lies awake every night, all night What if you could bend the world to yr will? Put your hands right inside of the till always walk out, laughing And every night I dream I'm swimming hard upstream And I wonder how I'm ever gonna make her mine again Dancing in the head of a pin started in the sun and now she don't know who she should fight Started panoramic, came down to a pinhole of light And every night I dream I'm swimming hard upstream And I wonder how I'm ever gonna make her mine again Dancing in the head of a pin
9.
Deep in her pocket she put her fortune down deep. A tiny piece of paper that smelled like sugar cane. Maybe it will come true, if she believes hard enough. Like having faith and religion and she can only wait and see. ​ Dream generator She's a dream generator /An anti hater scissor leg love maker /With a lot on her mind As sure as the rain the fortune came true. She found love at the bottom of the bowl of ice cream. The flowers in her yard bloomed at the same time, and her kittens had puppy in her psychedelic dream Dream generator She's a dream generator /An anti hater scissor leg love maker /With a lot on her mind You can't stop now girl you've come so far, everywhere she turned she saw broken hearts. What's not to love about a woman so true? If only she knew that her spirit would eventually be free And guide so many home Dream generator She's a dream generator /An anti hater scissor leg love maker /With a lot on her mind
10.
She likes to live on the edge of the eye of the storm She likes to live, but she never asked to be born And all those shady Mondays shine like diamonds in her mind It'll take a month of Sundays for her to walk the line She's built a life of plastic & love But it will not be enough We're on our way to somewhere that might not exist It's time to pay the piper & friends on our list Every time I close my eyes, I swear I hear her call It shouldn't come as a surprise, I'm heading for a fall She's built a life of plastic & love But it will not be enough Won't be enough to save her from mistakes she has made Won't be enough to dig her from her dirty shallow grave Is there enough to find our way She'd take it back, if she thought it would do any good Fall in the trap, but I'm just not sure if I could We wait until the coast is clear, but our hearts will fool us all We trade the things we hold so dear, just listening for the call She's built a life of plastic & love But it will not be enough

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From DD:

"In prepping for our VSS Springsteen gigs this summer, I ran across an interesting criticism of Bruce's writing. Someone had pointed out that, even though he's fairly well-known for thoughtful portraits of nearly exclusively male protagonists, the women in his songs were almost inevitably one-dimensional secondary characters. I want you all to write a song that features a three-dimensional sketch of a person of the opposite sex. This portrait doesn't have to be the main thrust of the song; this character doesn't even need to be a protagonist. It certainly doesn't need to be a love song. And it doesn't even have to be an extensive part of the song. I just want you to convey a notion of a real human being, with some sense of depth."

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released July 20, 2015

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