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Windy
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WINDY
Changed plans left a frown on my face
Left me in a windy place
I mighta hurt some feelings mighta been a flake
You might say all I do is take take
Oh but I care for you truly
And I’ll be there with you soon
Soon as I catch the next flight
Soon as they have a spare seat
You can have all of me
You can have all of me
You can have all of me oh yeah oh yeah
You can have all of me-oh-wah-do-day
Until the end of our days
Trust me, woman, with all of your heart
Even when I’m dour and dark
A tragic mask and a comic pair of tights
You had to know it from the first night
That I’m like the Prince of Denmark
Cuz I’m crazy like a fox
So, despite all of my talk
Trust me I'm solid like a rock
You can have all of me
You can have all of me
You can have all of me oh yeah oh yeah
You can have all of me-oh-wah-do-day
Until the end of our days
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You've Got To Work It
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YOU’VE GOT TO WORK IT
Keep movin, Keep movin, keep workin don’t stop!
You’ve got to work it,
You’ve got to work it,
You’ve got to work it, work it, work it!
If you’re tired inside
& you haven’t found your tribe
& if your patience is tried
I’ll sing a message, got a message for ya
If you value life,
& you try to be wise
keep your eyes on the prize
I promise heaven’s got a promise for ya
You’ve got to work it,
You’ve got to work it,
You’ve got to work it, work it, work it!
It might blow your mind
But take a look inside and find
You got all the right stuff
Deep in your spirit, Cuz! Dig down and get in touch!
& if you’re on your last legs
& you’re scrapin’ at the dregs
Drink out a diff’rent spring
Git fresh and do yo thing, git fresh and do yo thing!
You’ve got to work it,
You’ve got to work it,
You’ve got to work it, work it, work it!
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Ferris Wheel
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FERRIS WHEEL
Ride upon a ferris wheel, yes I will
Quite so high
Down below the horse back rides mesmerize
Passer’s by
Catch a view
Kiss her on the lips
Steal a few
Glances at her hips
Never seen such a thrill, yes I will
Step right up
It’ll take a two dolla bill, then we’ll spill
Through the gates
Funny mirrors, ginger beers
Senses spin
Mr. Calliope plays some W.C.
Handy man
And all you valentine’s outta your minds
Snap a pic
Oh won’t you snap a pic to remember this
Special night
Make it to the front of the line, find a sign
Measuring height
You must stand this high to ride this ride
If not good night
Children cry, parents sigh,
lovers fight
others smile, eyes all wild,
whippin’ about
and all you dramatists live for this
little stuff
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Big Bad Terrible
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BIG BAD TERRIBLE
I’m in a big, bad, terrible hurry all the time
Sleepin on my car horn
Ridin your behind
Big, Bad, imminent, terrible things to do
Got nothing to do with you
It’s time to run a mile without breathing
Sweatin on the inside, don’t ask me how it’s done
A secret’s not a secret if I tell you
How’m I gonna win, if I’m stoppin and dealin you in?
What’s that you said? I didn’t hear you
Somebody somewhere else is talking to me
You won’t get any apologies
Not outta me for what I did last week
I’ve worked hard all my life to have my own space
This time I know I’ll get it
It’s just beyond my grasp
I’m tired of all my old friends at the coffee shop
Excuses is all they got
They’ll stay in this town and rot
(home phone rings...)
"friends, you know the type: always pushin' and shovin, just to get their way. that's not our way, right? you wanna get a coffee tomorrow? same time, same place? alright, i'll see you down there. can't wait"
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LOVE SEEIN’ LOVERS
I used to think that lovey stuff dumb,
Now that I gots me some
I love seein’ lovers in the street
I love seein’ lovers in the street
Recently, I met a chef
She is blessed with a beatin’ chest
Didn’t think I had a chance, I confess
Star gazin’ ensued, now she’s my boo and I’m her dude
Both stylin’, both nude, both gentle, both crude
When we get together, like to revel in our quirkyness
Stoke it up with a little catnip, maybe after love a cigarette
See we be holdin’ hands, every way we galavant
Now we became the kind we couldn’t understand
I used to think that lovey stuff dumb,
Now that I gots me some
I love seein’ lovers in the street
I love seein’ lovers in the street
She’s a tough nut to crack, that’s what I’m looking for
She’s got so much, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout
The deepest stuff might never show, but I know what’s down there:
Golden birds that carry crowns and locks of her brown hair
Now I’m talkin’ hippy talk
Walkin’ a walk I thought I’d never walk
I used ta thought I swore lovin’off
Around the clock thinkin' bout ya, boo
This song’s for you
I used to think that lovey stuff dumb,
Now that I gots me some
I love seein’ lovers in the street
I love seein’ lovers in the street
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Chris Peck Fairfax, California
Chris Peck has released 25 albums, beginning with his first cassette in 1994.
His most recent
release 'Exact Change' is a solo performance album, recorded live to DSD by Alex Rather-Taylor & Miles Wick (of Inward Creature).
Pre-orders for the digital album and limited run of 100 CDs are live now, with immediate download of the first two singles!
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