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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 20:57:39 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Helen's Lyrics</title><description /><link>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/HelensLyrics" type="application/rss+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-5062246270587219974</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T07:02:02.877-08:00</atom:updated><title>Rosebud Came A Dreamin'</title><description>Rosebud came a dreamin' &lt;br /&gt;'Round my psyche the other day&lt;br /&gt;her man had lost his touch &lt;br /&gt;up the mountain way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people he had spoken for &lt;br /&gt;had all but moved on&lt;br /&gt;Some cynic proles leaving him &lt;br /&gt;without a leg to stand on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: Can you help me my dear&lt;br /&gt;Can your id do for me&lt;br /&gt;What all the yellow press headlines&lt;br /&gt;Failed to set free&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me my dear&lt;br /&gt;Can your soul do for me&lt;br /&gt;What all the yellow press headlines&lt;br /&gt;Failed to do for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buried in snow&lt;br /&gt;An avalanche this morning&lt;br /&gt;Took all of my desires&lt;br /&gt;left them scattered and longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summit's message was stale&lt;br /&gt;The point of view weak&lt;br /&gt;Your folks need a new excuse&lt;br /&gt;To turn the other cheek&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wiped out&lt;br /&gt;I'm wiped out&lt;br /&gt;These rumors he's spreading&lt;br /&gt;are clearing me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosebud cried at breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;A sled of crystal tears,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting as a sheltered myth&lt;br /&gt;In a basement all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear her man chortle&lt;br /&gt;As he rallies a dying crowd&lt;br /&gt;from saying some unspoken truths&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit too loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-5062246270587219974?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/ScZacFKTZeM/rosebud-came-dreamin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2009/03/rosebud-came-dreamin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-2259463667545020865</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T06:59:52.759-08:00</atom:updated><title>Mythical Haters</title><description>Who are these Mythical Haters&lt;br /&gt;These virtual enemies&lt;br /&gt;Digital vampires out of the dark&lt;br /&gt;That try to bring you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faceless names point their arrows&lt;br /&gt;at your hyped-up point of view&lt;br /&gt;hiding behind a shroud of numbers&lt;br /&gt;and you don't what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: Take it from me, babe&lt;br /&gt;You got yourself into this mess&lt;br /&gt;It ain't worth it &lt;br /&gt;to be less than your best&lt;br /&gt;with the monsters who bless this set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me all of these mythical haters&lt;br /&gt;from childhood memories&lt;br /&gt;Kids who'd throw the sticks at you &lt;br /&gt;while hanging from the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're caught up with the Joneses&lt;br /&gt;In all your flame war flair&lt;br /&gt;Just another skirmish of logic&lt;br /&gt;In anonymous warfare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing harder than Turning it off &lt;br /&gt;and then just walking away&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to put some diss off&lt;br /&gt;until another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your life is open to you&lt;br /&gt;And the road is long and wide&lt;br /&gt;why waste time fighting with demons&lt;br /&gt;who have course to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interlude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you tired of mythical haters&lt;br /&gt;These beasts from virtual freeze&lt;br /&gt;Digital vampires out of the dark&lt;br /&gt;That try to bring you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending your time volleying filth&lt;br /&gt;as monkeys at a zoo&lt;br /&gt;hiding behind a shroud of numbers&lt;br /&gt;and you don't what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-2259463667545020865?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/0_zpzqPjyaE/mythical-haters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2009/03/mythical-haters.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-4355575604140874426</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T06:58:56.353-08:00</atom:updated><title>Back To Aromas</title><description>Back to Aromas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my job&lt;br /&gt;as a numbers gauge&lt;br /&gt;in the dying embers&lt;br /&gt;Of the dot com rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head at my heels&lt;br /&gt;Head at my heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Aromas I go&lt;br /&gt;Back to Aromas I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumped in an RV&lt;br /&gt;To start a new life&lt;br /&gt;On the side of 101&lt;br /&gt;Where the trucks jackknife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a different scene&lt;br /&gt;It's a different scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Aromas I go&lt;br /&gt;Back to Aromas I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Bob&lt;br /&gt;retired from the force&lt;br /&gt;Giving kids rides&lt;br /&gt;In his skyrise house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went as well&lt;br /&gt;I went as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back To Aromas I go&lt;br /&gt;Back to Aromas I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor, she married&lt;br /&gt;For money one time&lt;br /&gt;Now she's happy&lt;br /&gt;With her SS line&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wealthy in mind&lt;br /&gt;Wealthy in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Aromas I go&lt;br /&gt;Back to Aromas I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Matt&lt;br /&gt;He patrols the park&lt;br /&gt;Riding his wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;Long after dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging his gun&lt;br /&gt;Hanging his gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Aromas I go&lt;br /&gt;Back to Aromas I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding holidays&lt;br /&gt;On my red motorbike&lt;br /&gt;Passing jams on &lt;br /&gt;San Jose turnpikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind in my face&lt;br /&gt;Wind in my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Aromas I go&lt;br /&gt;Back to Aromas I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day&lt;br /&gt;Contracts met the clock&lt;br /&gt;Time to hitch up&lt;br /&gt;and head off the block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on&lt;br /&gt;But, before too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to Aromas I go&lt;br /&gt;Back to Aromas I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-4355575604140874426?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/kTxnSPyn9pw/back-to-aromas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-aromas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-904038786247739127</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T06:58:12.168-08:00</atom:updated><title>Too Many Ghosts</title><description>Too many ghosts&lt;br /&gt;are coming back to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;one of them is you&lt;br /&gt;and your hardened sobriety &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another is your best friend&lt;br /&gt;you cut in clear-eyed glee&lt;br /&gt;one more is your bitter ex&lt;br /&gt;who has it in for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: I had to do&lt;br /&gt;What I had to do&lt;br /&gt;The devil take my conscience&lt;br /&gt;and burn it all with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many ghosts&lt;br /&gt;are flying about this room&lt;br /&gt;One of them keeps promising&lt;br /&gt;she'll see my spirit soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another wishes me well&lt;br /&gt;raising a pic on high&lt;br /&gt;Another casts the evil look&lt;br /&gt;she'd give on the sly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned up my life&lt;br /&gt;tucked my skeletons away&lt;br /&gt;Never really knowing&lt;br /&gt;they'd lie in wait one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vindictive in their vigils&lt;br /&gt;they'd wait a summer spell&lt;br /&gt;to avenge my need to set things right&lt;br /&gt;And chase me down to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many ghosts&lt;br /&gt;Are crying out to me&lt;br /&gt;to pull the knives out of their backs&lt;br /&gt;And put forth transparency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my side needs protection&lt;br /&gt;My pride is in the clear&lt;br /&gt;You're all dead and out of the way&lt;br /&gt;And I have nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-904038786247739127?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/SBnTF5bZSN0/too-many-ghosts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-many-ghosts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-4492629078721091326</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T06:57:12.460-08:00</atom:updated><title>How Badly Do You Need A Lover?</title><description>How badly do you need a lover, babe&lt;br /&gt;Something happen in your life?&lt;br /&gt;The college funds run out&lt;br /&gt;As you kiss off your wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caressing a mistress in the dawn&lt;br /&gt;With her hands on the ledge?&lt;br /&gt;Just another sexed up siren&lt;br /&gt;Who tempted you over the edge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How badly do you need a lover, babe&lt;br /&gt;That you'd bring up these senseless lines&lt;br /&gt;This smoked-in bar got tired of&lt;br /&gt;after a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your desperate smile weakening&lt;br /&gt;as you crack that dumb joke&lt;br /&gt;friends stretching to unleash&lt;br /&gt;that long marital yoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: But it's my Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;And your Sunday morn&lt;br /&gt;Yet another excuse &lt;br /&gt;to not look so forlorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How badly do you need a lover, babe&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I do&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been there, babe&lt;br /&gt;empty vows dressed in love &lt;br /&gt;Working through some dated moral&lt;br /&gt;I can't rise above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous fingers crumble&lt;br /&gt;as I tuck my little girl in&lt;br /&gt;a call from the husband working late&lt;br /&gt;The guilt overdrive kicks in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my demons, babe&lt;br /&gt;I've got my demons, babe&lt;br /&gt;I've got my demons, babe&lt;br /&gt;And the bottle shares them with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How badly did you need this night, babe&lt;br /&gt;Twisting a hotel room&lt;br /&gt;Tangled tightly in the sheets&lt;br /&gt;As the morning came too soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You offered to get us treats &lt;br /&gt;My heart still left to burn&lt;br /&gt;Then you walked out for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Never to return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-4492629078721091326?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/xLHfFq9zSMY/how-badly-do-you-need-lover.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-badly-do-you-need-lover.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-3526778686740253471</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T06:55:09.993-08:00</atom:updated><title>Hurry Up And Dream</title><description>Hurry Up And Dream, Love&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get to sleep&lt;br /&gt;streets are filled with a reverie&lt;br /&gt;so silent, so deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and dream, love&lt;br /&gt;So you can throw me on your horse&lt;br /&gt;ride across galaxies&lt;br /&gt;Veer some worlds off course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: It's meant for random patterns, dear&lt;br /&gt;But I know they work&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and dream love&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and dream love&lt;br /&gt;For I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and dream,love&lt;br /&gt;I've slipstream's at the hand&lt;br /&gt;Clocks will all run backwards&lt;br /&gt;'Til mountains meet your command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and dream, love&lt;br /&gt;For roses I have in snow&lt;br /&gt;shiver, anticipating &lt;br /&gt;redemption in full glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia's a bust, i know&lt;br /&gt;my heart is starting to ache&lt;br /&gt;Your body wrestles in the sheets&lt;br /&gt;Your breathing makes me shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've long since decided&lt;br /&gt;which is better or which is worse&lt;br /&gt;As we make our maiden voyage&lt;br /&gt;across our universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and dream,love&lt;br /&gt;I've stayed awake too long&lt;br /&gt;Your slumber pulls me away&lt;br /&gt;from finishing off this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-3526778686740253471?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/GE6lw0s-EQ0/hurry-up-and-dream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2009/03/hurry-up-and-dream.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-5494684918140254388</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T06:54:08.931-08:00</atom:updated><title>Jeanie and Her Inner Rock God (alternate lyrics included)</title><description>you wouldn't know me from a hole in a dream&lt;br /&gt;But I've idolized you/been a fan since I was thirteen&lt;br /&gt;I made shrine for you in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed your bio to a T&lt;br /&gt;Learned all of my guitar from the TV&lt;br /&gt;And piano lessons were never for nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, I majored in Music Theory&lt;br /&gt;Aeolian scales left me weary&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted to do was to sing and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying off my loans with these stupid office jobs&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no band wants a girl with an inner rock god&lt;br /&gt;Who's worth more than a dance on a keg&lt;br /&gt;(who's worth more than the juice on some guy's leg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: So it's an honor to meet you&lt;br /&gt;You saved me many times before&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask you now, to save me once again&lt;br /&gt;For I've got everything you've ever done&lt;br /&gt;I stood from the stands as I watched you run&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask you now to do the same for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you didn't mind me seeking you out&lt;br /&gt;It was just a thought on a turnabout&lt;br /&gt;To get advice from you on my work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I've got these songs and these songs have lives&lt;br /&gt;And ideas I've yet to materialize&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I wish you wouldn't look at me that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand me&lt;br /&gt;you can't misunderstand me&lt;br /&gt;Please don't misunderstand me&lt;br /&gt;It's all I wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand me&lt;br /&gt;you can't misunderstand me&lt;br /&gt;Please don't misunderstand me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to offend&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan with a dream and I don't pretend&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think it would ever come to this&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be upset with me&lt;br /&gt;It's words from a master I wanted for free&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that won't be happening now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to have let you down on the fly&lt;br /&gt;Surely noone's more disappointed than I&lt;br /&gt;I'll be making my way out now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-5494684918140254388?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/ZFRzDGtpTsA/jeanie-and-her-inner-rock-god-alternate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2009/03/jeanie-and-her-inner-rock-god-alternate.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-8278042921317767857</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T06:46:14.885-08:00</atom:updated><title>John, What The Hell Were You Thinking?</title><description>When we saw you walking with a friend down  Fillmore Street&lt;br /&gt;And you acted as a tornado has struck you in the core&lt;br /&gt;My dear, did it ever occur to you&lt;br /&gt;That I've long since closed that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, what the hell were you thinking, son?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you' re the only one I'd ever see?&lt;br /&gt;John, what the hell were you after, hon?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that there's someone home besides me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years passed since I've cried tears&lt;br /&gt;Over delusions made, then gone&lt;br /&gt;But some how, after all this time&lt;br /&gt;You still think that I've held on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, what the hell has come over you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that this train's been through for quite a while?&lt;br /&gt;John, what the hell has life put you through&lt;br /&gt;To find some excuse to put a cramp in my style?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, the glory's singing&lt;br /&gt;The sun rings out for my man and I&lt;br /&gt;I don't need any drama scenes&lt;br /&gt;From the paths you and I walk by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, I remember that too&lt;br /&gt;the friends you lied of me who gleefully trashed me through&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, whatever did you all do&lt;br /&gt;when I wasn't around to kick,anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, what the hell's up with you, son&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have any kind of fun these days&lt;br /&gt;John, what the hell is up in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Are you still drowning in your evil ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I seem, just hopeless in dreams&lt;br /&gt;When you come around in a bad way&lt;br /&gt;So the horror on your face seeing us&lt;br /&gt;Simply made my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I thought of sicing my beloved on you&lt;br /&gt;just as you unleashed your friends on me too&lt;br /&gt;but the day dictates our hearts' content&lt;br /&gt;And I was with mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, what the hell were you thinking, son?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you' re the only one I'd ever see?&lt;br /&gt;John, what the hell were you after, hon?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that there's someone home besides me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; All rights reserved via Creative Commons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-8278042921317767857?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/NUE94jEYcS4/john-what-hell-were-you-thinking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2009/03/john-what-hell-were-you-thinking.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-8245196553131681256</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T06:44:08.405-08:00</atom:updated><title>Lost Everline</title><description>Lost Everline&lt;br /&gt;A neverending tide&lt;br /&gt;of smoking lovers' beds&lt;br /&gt;As signposts in her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to stored entries&lt;br /&gt;of gleaming alleyways&lt;br /&gt;where pasts can be shed&lt;br /&gt;As clothes from a stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She worked the Wild Horse on Saturday mights&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripped to her G-string under bright lights&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls in the back saw her through her worst&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as she got her attention first&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Everline&lt;br /&gt;Never seems to cry&lt;br /&gt;Though her world spins &lt;br /&gt;Into dustbowls in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The childhoods in hell&lt;br /&gt;The trauma's sewn deep&lt;br /&gt;The lifetime finding fronts &lt;br /&gt;for all the secrets she keeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights in the City with a married man&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days on the farm with a rich cowhand&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving her cash for a scheme in the can&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever is this week's master plan&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;Or so she told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she's telling me these stories &lt;br /&gt;The walls of her cubicle seethed&lt;br /&gt;with voices of her coworkers&lt;br /&gt;concocting found conspiracies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is she doing?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is she thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Everline just laughs&lt;br /&gt;At this foolish wagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said don't trust anyone&lt;br /&gt;She said don't trust anyone&lt;br /&gt;But in the end &lt;br /&gt;All she ever wanted was&lt;br /&gt;to be known by everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, dear reader&lt;br /&gt;today I introduced you to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Everline&lt;br /&gt;A neverending tide&lt;br /&gt;of smoking lovers' beds&lt;br /&gt;As signposts in her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to stored entries&lt;br /&gt;of glistening alleyways&lt;br /&gt;where pasts can be shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; rights reserved via Creative Commons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-8245196553131681256?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/wVwURYMueBE/lost-everline.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-everline.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-7843907110163046440</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T06:42:20.062-08:00</atom:updated><title>Letter to Amy</title><description>Amy&lt;br /&gt;don't be like your dad&lt;br /&gt;thank God, he wasn't around much then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a pick up truck&lt;br /&gt;Brains shattered from too much stuff&lt;br /&gt;You're better than the people you came up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;don't be like your mom&lt;br /&gt;Too many days far gone in a needle's eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a double-wide&lt;br /&gt;too many men had seen inside&lt;br /&gt;You're better than the people you came up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told not to call you by your name, babe&lt;br /&gt;I was told things were better off this way, babe&lt;br /&gt;but when I saw what they did to you, babe&lt;br /&gt;My heart shuddered in a distant dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;You've got family around you&lt;br /&gt;When you call for a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while they love you&lt;br /&gt;they may not always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;You gotta cut the ties to people you came up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;You've got that baby hanging with you&lt;br /&gt;the son who is everyone's joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your foundation's crumbling&lt;br /&gt;the extended family's struggling&lt;br /&gt;You gotta cut the ties to people you came up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told not to call you by your name, babe&lt;br /&gt;I was told things were better off this way, babe&lt;br /&gt;but when I saw what they did in your name, babe&lt;br /&gt;My heart shuddered in a distant dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're scared of the illusion&lt;br /&gt;of being alone in the world&lt;br /&gt;Noone ever questions who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see the chinks&lt;br /&gt;underneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;You're crying for a wish from a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;The world is calling&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to give an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your son would like it better too&lt;br /&gt;If you (and I know you) got some ambition to&lt;br /&gt;leave behind the people you came up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told not to call you by your name, babe&lt;br /&gt;I was told things were better off this way, babe&lt;br /&gt;but when you reach out to me again, babe&lt;br /&gt;My heart will swell in a distant dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights reserved via Creative Commons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-7843907110163046440?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/5yeks8HSn5Y/letter-to-amy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2009/03/letter-to-amy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-8142574115047308846</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T06:39:24.070-08:00</atom:updated><title>Jodie</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear it's my last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll take what's in my prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And give to you what's mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't do that shit tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You won't have to start a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over doing whatever is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've always had the excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of a long hard road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleeping in some Greyhounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Along the Mother Lode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so here we are &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going for the hard sell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me fighting off the sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You past wishing me well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jodie &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love it when you fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Into the stars as I &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;repay debts to my muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you're so concerned &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But girl haven't you learned &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That we all die alone &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's all I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To fight off that urge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The drunken voices tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I run up in the church &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I do my finally lay down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the bastards of the night &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't see you pry my cold dead fingers &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the morning light &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't do that shit tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You won't have to start a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over doing whatever is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you're so concerned &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But girl haven't you learned &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That we all die alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; rights reserved via Creative Commons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-8142574115047308846?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/TIwWKYDX6Zw/jodie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2009/03/jodie.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-109379792895697305</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 02:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-05T23:29:57.813-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ringed by Lovers</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Underneath the waxing moon,&lt;br /&gt;Blessing candles with our scent,&lt;br /&gt;To set them alight  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;our circle fuels a rising tide&lt;br /&gt;of impassioned fire storms&lt;br /&gt;Into the night  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remembrances of every touch&lt;br /&gt;Every single taut embrace&lt;br /&gt;Caught on sight  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And in our chants for open hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're ringed by lovers&lt;br /&gt;In weathered flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never let love use me&lt;br /&gt;just men for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Ascribing to certainty  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of my bedroom as a haven&lt;br /&gt;Pay as you go, as you like&lt;br /&gt;Sovereignty  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My body's a church, working&lt;br /&gt;for the beat of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Offerings of cheap insense&lt;br /&gt;some sanctity  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though someone's karma will wear me out&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ringed by lovers&lt;br /&gt;In altered eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no whores in here&lt;br /&gt;Just some passing fancies sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you have to pay for  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when you took her to your bed&lt;br /&gt;her hair's ringlets bathed in sweat&lt;br /&gt;were metaphors     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for all the empty sex you ever had&lt;br /&gt;From listless hooking up&lt;br /&gt;to cold wooden floors  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But this time, there are magnets in her skin&lt;br /&gt;Trading in your sense of self&lt;br /&gt;Without any Fear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And her eyes betray a difference here&lt;br /&gt;That you are now ringed by lovers&lt;br /&gt;from another atmosphere&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;C2008 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.  Rights Reserved per Creative Commons License.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-109379792895697305?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/AgIwV2FzLd4/ringed-by-lovers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2008/02/ringed-by-lovers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-3871754056280567479</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 04:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T20:16:04.602-08:00</atom:updated><title>Taking Back Kosovo</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I'm a beacon in your canyon&lt;br&gt;within forests of isolation&lt;br&gt;In towns where bombs are ready to blow&lt;br&gt;We are taking back Kosovo  &lt;p&gt;You just can't help but remember me&lt;br&gt;The little digs throughout our history&lt;br&gt;But though you just can't seem to let it go&lt;br&gt;We're taking back Kosovo  &lt;p&gt;Heads kicked in the sand&lt;br&gt;down the mountains of the damned&lt;br&gt;You could call it a tacit invasion  &lt;p&gt;While the local mothers cried&lt;br&gt;Every time two worlds collide&lt;br&gt;In mixed blood of persuasion  &lt;p&gt;Give it up, your time is done&lt;br&gt;We've been here since day one&lt;br&gt;600 years went by so slow&lt;br&gt;Now we're taking back Kosovo  &lt;p&gt;It always been the same&lt;br&gt;Everyone else has been to blame&lt;br&gt;For all the wars you never won  &lt;p&gt;We all took in stride&lt;br&gt;All these gates of ethnic pride&lt;br&gt;Rusting in decayed desolation  &lt;p&gt;Your greater Serbia is no more&lt;br&gt;You even showed your last tyrant the door&lt;br&gt;And now you've got vermin with nowhere to go&lt;br&gt;Except to take back Kosovo  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;C2008 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.&amp;nbsp; Rights Reserved per Creative Commons License&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-3871754056280567479?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/5HP8H2sOA6w/taking-back-kosovo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2008/02/taking-back-kosovo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-7158806605194422397</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 06:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-18T22:28:17.167-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sheila and Mayron</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sheila and Mayron&lt;br&gt;Were partners at the start of the revolution &lt;br&gt;Third year at university &lt;br&gt;Burning bras, declaring liberty  &lt;p&gt;eyes met at a Berkeley protest &lt;br&gt;Tear gas stains on their Corduroy vests&lt;br&gt;Stolen kisses as students raged on&lt;br&gt;Plotting marches against Vietnam  &lt;p&gt;After school they chucked the job market &lt;br&gt;Spent a year on an Asian junket &lt;br&gt;Then Sheila's true colors washed and ran&lt;br&gt;In that final layover in Amsterdam  &lt;p&gt;I was all of 7 in '81 &lt;br&gt;of course I missed all the fun &lt;br&gt;My mom would shake when I would ask &lt;br&gt;of that hung picture from her past  &lt;p&gt;Dad thought she was just a friend &lt;br&gt;Though mom vowed she wouldn't see her again&lt;br&gt;The last night Sheila made her cry&lt;br&gt;When she copped to sleeping with a guy  &lt;p&gt;I still have that photo &lt;br&gt;It's dog-eared and turning yellow&lt;br&gt;Mayron's at that youth hostel in the sky&lt;br&gt;I thought I'd give Sheila another try  &lt;p&gt;It took some work but I found her address&lt;br&gt;Some abandoned well way out west&lt;br&gt;I admit she was surprised that I came up on the sly&lt;br&gt;When I told her Mayron said goodbye  &lt;p&gt;She asked how I knew of their prime&lt;br&gt;Out came that photo of happier times&lt;br&gt;I caught her up and she had a laugh&lt;br&gt;at the two of them, for a while, going the same path  &lt;p&gt;She looked at the clock, her partner's coming home&lt;br&gt;She's a jealous one, she said, so I best be moving on&lt;br&gt;It seems i'm always attracted to that type&lt;br&gt;She winked as she prepared her pipe  &lt;p&gt;She called as I headed over the range&lt;br&gt;You're a sweet girl dear, don't ever change  &lt;p&gt;You're a sweet girl dear, don't ever change&lt;br&gt;You're a sweet girl dear, don't ever change  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;C2008 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.&amp;nbsp; Rights Reserved per Creative Commons license&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-7158806605194422397?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/k6mRx5-lqNw/sheila-and-mayron.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2008/02/sheila-and-mayron.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-5740784695115184751</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-17T09:32:40.426-08:00</atom:updated><title>Withdrawal Symptoms</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I'm running out of the drugs tonight &lt;br&gt;I can't tell my left from my right &lt;br&gt;Again a habit's teasing me&lt;br&gt;With a yearning in my sight  &lt;p&gt;As the last darkness falls&lt;br&gt;I find I have noone to call&lt;br&gt;I know I've run out of favors&lt;br&gt;When my best friends won't pick up at all  &lt;p&gt;So I'm out on the street&lt;br&gt;Another night of trick or treat&lt;br&gt;The door manners aren't kind&lt;br&gt;The candy isn't as sweet  &lt;p&gt;So I look for cash where I can&lt;br&gt;Stealing trash out of some bins&lt;br&gt;But the night's getting older&lt;br&gt;Hiding out from the man  &lt;p&gt;It's four in the morning &lt;br&gt;The shakes arrive without warning &lt;br&gt;Heaving in the alleyway&lt;br&gt;Only the rats mourn my passing  &lt;p&gt;Then the sun comes up&lt;br&gt;Another highless dream to pass up&lt;br&gt;Even my bed is no protection&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;From backing out of living it up  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;C2008 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.&amp;nbsp; Rights Reserved per Creative Commons Licence&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-5740784695115184751?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/9n63FLSNQvs/withdrawal-symptoms.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2008/02/withdrawal-symptoms.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-4917258611586391604</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 06:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-13T22:26:08.839-08:00</atom:updated><title>Alzheimers</title><description>&lt;p&gt;He seemed just a little displaced &lt;br&gt;In the checkout room&lt;br&gt;There will be no more gardening&lt;br&gt;Anytime soon  &lt;p&gt;wheelchair frayed from&lt;br&gt;years of bump and stall&lt;br&gt;Racing into hectic nurses&lt;br&gt;In the hall  &lt;p&gt;As we placed dad in the car&lt;br&gt;He asked for a scent&lt;br&gt;He looked at my mom&lt;br&gt;And demanded where she went  &lt;p&gt;I've been here, she said&lt;br&gt;Always by your side&lt;br&gt;Not a moment wasted &lt;br&gt;In ancient pride&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I'm not the woman&lt;br&gt;Who's company you'd keep&lt;br&gt;I'm not the woman&lt;br&gt;You cried for in your sleep&lt;br&gt;I'm not the woman who's&lt;br&gt;Smell you recall to this day&lt;br&gt;I'm the one you don't remember&lt;br&gt;from your wedding day &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was not the first time&lt;br&gt;We'd seen her break down&lt;br&gt;But dad sat, his eyes glazed&lt;br&gt;He made not a sound  &lt;p&gt;He touched all our faces&lt;br&gt;And tried to mouth our names&lt;br&gt;The uncle in the driver's seat&lt;br&gt;Was the one where memories came&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-4917258611586391604?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/I8yyAkzvb2s/alzheimers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2008/02/alzheimers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-5004764057726447012</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-11T21:40:48.018-08:00</atom:updated><title>Party To An Escape</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Quick&lt;br&gt;Grab your things&lt;br&gt;Our ride's here&lt;br&gt;Our plane goes out tonight  &lt;p&gt;Yes,&lt;br&gt;I hear her crying&lt;br&gt;But we're leaving &lt;br&gt;Your sister here  &lt;p&gt;They'll put a cloth&lt;br&gt;Upon her head&lt;br&gt;bind her feet&lt;br&gt;make her say her prayers  &lt;p&gt;then she'll bow&lt;br&gt;in the city&lt;br&gt;they command in the&lt;br&gt;kingdom of their way  &lt;p&gt;No, I can't&lt;br&gt;stop him now&lt;br&gt;your father's ways&lt;br&gt;can't be hidden  &lt;p&gt;For they roll&lt;br&gt;as violent oceans&lt;br&gt;And there's a reason&lt;br&gt;why I'm not here&lt;br&gt;anymore  &lt;p&gt;I'm a vessel&lt;br&gt;for your needs&lt;br&gt;tell me anything&lt;br&gt;Without fear  &lt;p&gt;And I will &lt;br&gt;grant your wishes&lt;br&gt;for I taught you&lt;br&gt;how to lead  &lt;p&gt;The brothers&lt;br&gt;and wives are sleeping&lt;br&gt;unlock the door&lt;br&gt;down the hall we go  &lt;p&gt;The driver&lt;br&gt;has revved his engine&lt;br&gt;there's no face&lt;br&gt;in the window  &lt;p&gt;I'd have thought&lt;br&gt;She would have waved&lt;br&gt;or given a smile&lt;br&gt;to bless this day  &lt;p&gt;But there's no love&lt;br&gt;behind the curtains&lt;br&gt;as we escape&lt;br&gt;into the night &lt;p&gt;C2008 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.&amp;nbsp; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons license&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-5004764057726447012?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/JmTBGhtMyfc/party-to-escape.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2008/02/party-to-escape.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-6097916262687976573</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2008 05:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T21:11:00.676-08:00</atom:updated><title>Incident at Motel 6</title><description>&lt;p&gt;In a room at the of the road&lt;br&gt;a day spent in each other's skin&lt;br&gt;The spouses back home are taking bets&lt;br&gt;On which one of us would win  &lt;p&gt;But do they even suspect us here&lt;br&gt;Or do they even care&lt;br&gt;She just needs an excuse to leave, you said&lt;br&gt;Pouring your drink with flair  &lt;p&gt;I myself don't get what I want&lt;br&gt;My husband safe and bored&lt;br&gt;When he's not out with congregations &lt;br&gt;Giving himself to the Lord  &lt;p&gt;You pass that shot glass over&lt;br&gt;Your tongue plays a touch and go game&lt;br&gt;As the red afternoon sun sets&lt;br&gt;the window curtains aflame  &lt;p&gt;I open my eyes a few hours later&lt;br&gt;The room had turned dark brown&lt;br&gt;Streetlights shining through the shades &lt;br&gt;Your body not making a sound  &lt;p&gt;My family will look for me, I whispered&lt;br&gt;But my shaking did not disturb you&lt;br&gt;So I threw on my clothes and wrote a note&lt;br&gt;And as I hit the door you said&amp;nbsp; I heard you  &lt;p&gt;I turned to you to explain &lt;br&gt;But stood rooted as a tree&lt;br&gt;For you sat upright in the bed&lt;br&gt;Pointing a gun at me  &lt;p&gt;I know what you came for, you said&lt;br&gt;the barrel reflecting your glint&lt;br&gt;I am not some bored wife's toy&lt;br&gt;That you can dust off like some lint  &lt;p&gt;What have we been doing, then, you said&lt;br&gt;Sneaking into each other's beds&lt;br&gt;Lest we think we let our lusts&lt;br&gt;Get into each other's heads  &lt;p&gt;The door handle starts to rattle&lt;br&gt;I hear the trigger go off&lt;br&gt;I see your wife bleed in my husband's arms&lt;br&gt;All bets are off &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;C2008 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.&amp;nbsp; Rights Reserved per Creative Commons license&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-6097916262687976573?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/cZ8cBkE811Q/incident-at-motel-6.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2008/02/incident-at-motel-6.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-8296821125943288875</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 06:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-07T22:37:36.459-08:00</atom:updated><title>Requiem for my Singlehood</title><description>&lt;p&gt;When I was a young girl&lt;br&gt;I was a sorry state with men&lt;br&gt;They'd butter me up with sweet lies&lt;br&gt;And I'd do the same to them  &lt;p&gt;Or they'd commence to battle&lt;br&gt;their swords drawn and such&lt;br&gt;My need for oneupsmanship&lt;br&gt;Didn't please them all too much  &lt;p&gt;Chorus: But after I got married &lt;br&gt;I got all the love I could stand&lt;br&gt;Got bored of the victory lap&lt;br&gt;With a chalice in my hand&lt;br&gt;Sometimes I forget to wonder &lt;br&gt;If my life exists at all&lt;br&gt;Staring at the old hangouts&lt;br&gt;From above my castle wall  &lt;p&gt;I had my collection &lt;br&gt;Of subtle, bitter friends&lt;br&gt;All they were ever there for&lt;br&gt;Were means to some ends  &lt;p&gt;So of course they'd point and laugh&lt;br&gt;As I drink my way home&lt;br&gt;in a burnt summer of house parties&lt;br&gt;Never far to roam  &lt;p&gt;Chorus  &lt;p&gt;Bridge: The girls I hung out with&lt;br&gt;couldn't handle a sisterhood&lt;br&gt;A man's peripheral vision&lt;br&gt;marked where their ground had stood&lt;br&gt;While I sulked in defiance of&lt;br&gt;temptations in the night&lt;br&gt;forever standing by the bar&lt;br&gt;as dancers swirled in the light  &lt;p&gt;Now I'm in an office chair&lt;br&gt;Dreaming of that thirst&lt;br&gt;Of having to say I'm sorry&lt;br&gt;Rather than ask permission first  &lt;p&gt;Sure the first one to pluck me off&lt;br&gt;Was the one who took me home&lt;br&gt;What's the point of independence &lt;br&gt;If you can't handle being alone  &lt;p&gt;Chorus x2 &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;C2008 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.&amp;nbsp; Rights Reserved per Creative&amp;nbsp; Commons license&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-8296821125943288875?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/fAziTl3LJxY/requiem-for-my-singlehood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2008/02/requiem-for-my-singlehood.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-5931787314947710497</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-03T18:43:26.082-08:00</atom:updated><title>You and Me and the Goddamn City</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am smoke&lt;br&gt;You are stone&lt;br&gt;I recall your heart beating &lt;br&gt;your skin warm  &lt;p&gt;The element brownstone&lt;br&gt;The screaming crosswalk&lt;br&gt;The racing blood on&lt;br&gt;The gathering sidewalk  &lt;p&gt;It's you and me&lt;br&gt;And the goddamn city  &lt;p&gt;I'm floating numb&lt;br&gt;Above the cubicles&lt;br&gt;Heads sucked into&lt;br&gt;Document crucibles  &lt;p&gt;lunch crowds turn&lt;br&gt;Around the warning signs&lt;br&gt;of shallow clicking sounds&lt;br&gt;in tumbling café lines  &lt;p&gt;It's you and me&lt;br&gt;And the goddamn city  &lt;p&gt;You were dressed well&lt;br&gt;The last time we met&lt;br&gt;Talked of melting into &lt;br&gt;Some digital jet set&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shame on me, I was too busy&lt;br&gt;Staring at the wall,&lt;br&gt;As conversation blurred &lt;br&gt;Into a free fall &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm emptying&lt;br&gt;This head of memories, &lt;br&gt;From bridges' swoon&lt;br&gt;To streetcar reveries  &lt;p&gt;The highrises&lt;br&gt;Where we made our name&lt;br&gt;Burned to the ground &lt;br&gt;In some future's name  &lt;p&gt;You are smoke&lt;br&gt;I am the room&lt;br&gt;And all of our friends&lt;br&gt;Are leaving too soon  &lt;p&gt;The small apartment &lt;br&gt;That became our bane&lt;br&gt;The day we tossed our vows&lt;br&gt;And went batshit insane  &lt;p&gt;It's you and me&lt;br&gt;And the goddamn city &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;c2008 Helen Marina Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.&amp;nbsp; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons License&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-5931787314947710497?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/FN1pFnH-Jx8/you-and-me-and-goddamn-city.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-and-me-and-goddamn-city.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-6786722424558990242</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 06:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-26T22:57:00.747-08:00</atom:updated><title>Talcott's Muse</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I'm an armed and dangerous man&lt;br /&gt;Too many lives struck under this pen&lt;br /&gt;My stock and trade being words untold&lt;br /&gt;as rank sunken hearts unfold  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a few years since my clouds brought some rain&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by my Benita again&lt;br /&gt;Old leveled curses lay faint in high praise&lt;br /&gt;My odes rise up in the early morning haze  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chorus: By all rights I'm too old for this crap&lt;br /&gt;But my rogue's heart won't break free of this trap&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just a sign of our history&lt;br /&gt;in our lives to break these heavy codes&lt;br /&gt;'tween you and me  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We became lovers at a pharm company&lt;br /&gt;a little overwhelmed of our chemistry,&lt;br /&gt;She was married with children, I had but my life&lt;br /&gt;Where I missed my girls but not my ex-wives  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The spell in her eyes was all to be said&lt;br /&gt;everything touched turned into a bed&lt;br /&gt;from elevator stops to a patio floor&lt;br /&gt;to beneath the cliffs on a public shore  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chorus  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the 38 to Seal Point&lt;br /&gt;We'd point out with glee&lt;br /&gt;at the dirty little secrets&lt;br /&gt;busting out of the graffiti  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd read to her my sonnets&lt;br /&gt;From my bog in the avenues&lt;br /&gt;Her arms became my last hope&lt;br /&gt;With nothing left to lose  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day in the grass, I found her in tears&lt;br /&gt;The family discussed our love in arrears&lt;br /&gt;Meshed in hard codes in a cubicle space&lt;br /&gt;And in all those numbers, I'd still see her face  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I left that firm When my contract expired&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was left to keep me inspired&lt;br /&gt;She returned home, I could've care less&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't even have her email address  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But we could still meet, Benita&lt;br /&gt;my hands would shower you&lt;br /&gt;With so much Shameless desire&lt;br /&gt;Unleashed in stars through you  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;morning light bounced off your body&lt;br /&gt;as you left the bed&lt;br /&gt;Once again there's another poem&lt;br /&gt;swirling in my head  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chorus &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(in memory of &lt;a href="http://www.scn.org/realpoetik/talcott95.html"&gt;William Talcott&lt;/a&gt;, 1936 - 2006)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-6786722424558990242?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/5jvRIgufugE/talcott-muse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/talcott-muse.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-7938225430134350779</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2007 05:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-24T21:50:40.276-08:00</atom:updated><title>Damage Control</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I couldn't go back now&lt;br&gt;It was my one shot&lt;br&gt;To get to you somehow  &lt;p&gt;My words had decided that&lt;br&gt;You'd never hear from me &lt;br&gt;Despite rumors of my unintended&lt;br&gt;Invasion of your privacy  &lt;p&gt;I meant you no harm&lt;br&gt;But no, you couldn't let it go for free&lt;br&gt;It was a matter of time&lt;br&gt;Before you sic'ed your dogs on me  &lt;p&gt;Humiliation turns to hatred &lt;br&gt;for all concerned &lt;br&gt;Just a few years later&lt;br&gt;There's a lesson to be learned  &lt;p&gt;For I've long stopped caring&lt;br&gt;That you ever misunderstood &lt;br&gt;For my delivery was bad&lt;br&gt;though my intentions were good  &lt;p&gt;I still give you wide bearth&lt;br&gt;When I pass you on the street&lt;br&gt;I feign lack of knowledge&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;Just to be discreet  &lt;p&gt;And if you don't remember me&lt;br&gt;That'd be better still &lt;br&gt;Lest you hold my memories&lt;br&gt;Against my will  &lt;p&gt;for I hold you in contempt&lt;br&gt;Of evaporating my trust&lt;br&gt;And hope your soul gets squashed&lt;br&gt;From your lies about my lust  &lt;p&gt;gods will divorce your luck&lt;br&gt;With a trick or two&lt;br&gt;And it will be my turn to smirk&lt;br&gt;You could've had me too  &lt;p&gt;For I've long stopped caring&lt;br&gt;That you ever misunderstood &lt;br&gt;For, yes, the delivery was bad&lt;br&gt;but my intentions were good &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;C 2006, 2007 Jane of All Trades Music.&amp;nbsp; All Rights Reserved&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-7938225430134350779?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/JO9GpEBnrUU/damage-control.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/damage-control.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-1601875404055406364</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2007 05:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-24T21:38:35.221-08:00</atom:updated><title>Diamonds In Your Spring</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You don't need to feel alone &lt;br&gt;We've all gone through the same old&amp;nbsp;thing&lt;br&gt;My shoulder's for you to cry on&lt;br&gt;to throw some diamonds in your spring  &lt;p&gt;Your little clock keeps ticking &lt;br&gt;on issues with a bitter ring &lt;br&gt;I'm here to tear some anger down&lt;br&gt;And throw some diamonds in your spring  &lt;p&gt;I'm not afraid of your misery&lt;br&gt;Your grudges means nothing to me&lt;br&gt;It's the joy that I'm after&lt;br&gt;The thrill in your reverie  &lt;p&gt;It's a cold night to walk out&lt;br&gt;With so much fear mongering&lt;br&gt;Take my hand, we've got some stones&lt;br&gt;We'll throw diamonds in your spring&lt;br&gt;Don't be afraid, we've got some stones&lt;br&gt;We'll throw diamonds in your spring &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;C2007 Jane of All Trades Music, All Rights Reserved&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-1601875404055406364?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/HYKHxKe-xMU/diamonds-in-your-spring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2007/11/diamonds-in-your-spring.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-3905647275083317992</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 06:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-17T22:26:47.132-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dead To Me</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Work In Progress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who followed me around town&lt;br /&gt;One time wanted to watch me drown&lt;br /&gt;In some woes I was sinking in at the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd sit and laugh and call me unfit&lt;br /&gt;The uncontrollable, whacked misfit&lt;br /&gt;Who'd never get the chance to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once made a blunder of calling his bluff&lt;br /&gt;Mistook a tossed off kiss for love&lt;br /&gt;showed how I would respond in kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty pathetic, I know now&lt;br /&gt;How some ego pandering had somehow&lt;br /&gt;Turned a one-off walk sinister and blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 12 noon and it's my lunchbreak&lt;br /&gt;A street vendor throwing off some heartache &lt;br /&gt;When I spot from the corner of my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some effort to appear in my glance&lt;br /&gt;an impression of more than circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Twisted from some long presupposed sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I supposed to remember him?&lt;br /&gt;He's sure aged since god knows when&lt;br /&gt;He had a laugh off of my misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I've long tossed off the chip shoulder blues&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in comfortable shoes&lt;br /&gt;That he appears to not bear to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a coffee bar, I'm feeling advantageous&lt;br /&gt;Got my phoenix on the rise and the note on my status&lt;br /&gt;Of his dumbfounded stare from across the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window seat shows crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;That I have long since moved on, my dear&lt;br /&gt;With nothing I'm doing involving your day to day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are still stuck in the past&lt;br /&gt;As an oldies station on perpetual blast&lt;br /&gt;I'll throw out this tidbit for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you see me as a probable cause&lt;br /&gt;Of the bogeyman that I never was&lt;br /&gt;Honey, you will always be dead to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a friend gave him a shoutout&lt;br /&gt;It was my chance to turn about&lt;br /&gt;To leave a tip and head back to my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C2007 Helen Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.  All Rights Reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-3905647275083317992?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/ohBGxL4lLJU/dead-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2007/09/dead-to-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10346931.post-116114310568429063</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2006 03:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-15T11:01:11.065-07:00</atom:updated><title>Stain on My Shirt</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We touched down in Beirut-town &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Buildings bleed &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the camps we went&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to those in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 10);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We were seen coming&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told we weren't wanted there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 10);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hate for our kind was brewing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So we had best beware&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We hold no flag high, I said&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we come in peace &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No stain on our shirts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that warring grease&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Doesn’t matter, he said, for too much&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble comes from your home&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best clean out your house first&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the rest of us alone &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On my way back I was switching planes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cali&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; by JFK&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men came to me as my bags were checked&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And asked me to come this way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;They searched me and searched me and searched again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my eyes stared at the floor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I asked why all the abuse&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, “Well what’d you wear that for?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It was the stain on my shirt they objected to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I wore unplanned&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phrase promoting rights and peace in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A language they didn’t understand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No, I wouldn’t take it off&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve supposed rights &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried hard to cover it up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With threats of jail and vice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But I came here to speak my mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take what others disregard&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I came from I would have been shot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For trying too hard&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So now I’m here and shat on again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An airport incident&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve got the world on my side now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t be silent&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But I came here to speak my mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take what others disregard&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve got the world on my side now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t be silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I won’t be silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I’ll never be silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Don’t ever be silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© 2006 Helen M. Sventitsky-Rother/Jane of All Trades Music.  Rights reserved as per CC Copyright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10346931-116114310568429063?l=helenslyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HelensLyrics/~3/j_y0nD6wtvw/stain-on-my-shirt</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bigstarlet)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenslyrics.blogspot.com/2006/10/stain-on-my-shirt</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
