Cold Cold Heart by Aretha Franklin

I've tried so hard, my dear, to show
That you're my every dream
And yet you're afraid each thing I do
Is just some evil scheme

A memory from your lonesome past
Keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold heart?

Another love before my time
Made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart, my heart is paying now
For all of the things I didn't do

In anger unkind words are said
And these are, these are the things that make the teardrops start
Why, oh why can't I free your doubtful mind?
Ooh honey, I'd really like to melt your cold, cold heart

Why, oh why can't I free your doubtful mind?
And I really, really like to melt your?...

UH, GIRL.... THAT DUDE NEEDS TO FIX HIMSELF BEFORE HE CAN BE THERE FOR YOU...AND WHILE WE ARE ON THE SUBJECT, MAYBE YOU NEED TO DO SOME INTROSPECTION AND FIGURE OUT WHY YOU ARE ALWAYS ENDING UP WITH BROKEN DUDES WHO NEED FIXING. HAVE SOME SELF R - E- S- P- E- C -T

Oy by the Gipsy Kings

Ay juganet la de mi vida
Ay juganet la de mi corpe
A la gitana de mia vida
A la gitana de mi amor
Ay capita que de mi esperas su nina
Que tenias un gran allegria
Que se imagine su mia muy bella
La quel diras su nom de mi

Oy venga qui venga ya tu bonita
Oy venga qui venga ya tu bonita
Oy venga qui venga ya tu bonita
Oy venga qui venga ya tu bonita

Ahoraahora
Mira esta gitana
Mira como baila
Mira que tiene gracia
La carmena maya
De su forma de vivir
De su pronto de sentir
Mira la gitana
La carmena maya
Mira la gitana

Oy venga qui venga ya tu bonita
Oy venga qui venga ya tu bonita
Oy venga qui venga ya tu bonita
Oy venga qui venga ya tu bonita

Di me ya si me quieres
O si no me despiertao
Di me si o tu me quieres
Que yo voy a decir lo

Oy venga qui venga ya tu bonita
Oy venga qui venga ya tu bonita
Oy venga qui venga ya tu bonita
Oy venga qui venga ya tu bonita
Ay juganet of my life
  Ay juganet the one of my corp
  To the gypsy of my life
  To the gypsy of my love
  Oh capita that you expect your girl
  That you had a great allegiance
  May I imagine her very beautiful
  You'll say your name to me.

  Oh come and your pretty
  Oh come and your pretty
  Oh come and your pretty
  Oh come and your pretty

  Now now
  Look at this gypsy
  Watch how you dance
  Look what's funny
  The Mayan Carmine
  From the way you live
  Your soon to feel
  Look at the gypsy
  The Mayan Carmine
  Look at the gypsy

  Oh come and your pretty
  Oh come and your pretty
  Oh come and your pretty
  Oh come and your pretty

  Tell me now if you love me
  Or if I do not wake up
  Tell me if or do you love me
  That I am going to say it

  Oh come and your pretty
  Oh come and your pretty
  Oh come and your pretty
  Oh come and your pretty

The Gipsy Kings remind me of a very specific time and place. Summer, 1995, Santa Fe

My Life by Billy Joel

Got a call from an old friend
We used to be real close
Said he couldn't go on the American way
Closed the shop, sold the house
Bought a ticket to the West Coast
Now he gives them a stand-up routine in L.A.

I don't need you to worry for me cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life and leave me alone

I never said you had to offer me a second chance
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
I still belong, don't get me wrong
And you can speak your mind
But not on my time

They will tell you you can't sleep alone
In a strange place
Then they'll tell you you can't sleep
With somebody else
Ah, but sooner or later you sleep
In your own space
Either way it's okay
You wake up with yourself

I don't need you to worry for me cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life and leave me alone

I never said you had to offer me a second chance
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
I still belong, don't get me wrong
And you can speak your mind
But not on my time
I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life and leave me alone

NOW THIS IS THE KIND OF BREAK-UP SONG I LIKE. NOT BOO - HOO FOR ME IM SO SAD LOOK AT HOW SAD I AM, BUT HEY I'VE MOVED ON TIME FOR YOU TO MOVE ON TOO. I'VE ALSO OFTEN WONDERED HOW PETER SKLAR FEELS ABOUT TOM HANKS.

Fall by Bug

The rise and fall of your God
will tell me the story of your city
The rise and fall of your faith
will show me the things I've been missing
Let the game begin
Let me lose or win
Let this war begin
Let us lose or win let's rise
The rise and fall of your God will tell me the story of your city
The rise and fall of your faith will show you the things I've been missing
Let the war begin
Let me lose or win
Let this fight begin
Let us lose or win this game
The rise and fall of your God will tell me the story of your city
Let the war begin Let me lose or win
Let this fight begin Let me lose or win this game

MARCELLA IS BAT SHIT... SHE HAS A BIG BLINKING SIGN ABOVE HER HEAD SAYING 'STAY AWAY' .... WHEN SHE GETS AROUND THE ROBOT FROM LOST IN SPACE IT WAVES IT'S ARMS AND SAYS 'DANGER WILL ROBINSON... DANGER..." YET BECAUSE SHE IS BEAUTIFUL MANY DUDES GET SUCKED IN TO THIER DESTRUCTION.

Nostalgia by Emily Barker and the Red Clay Halo

Tram wires cross northern skies
Cut my red heart in two
My knuckles bleed down Johnston street
On a door that shouldn’t be in front of me

Twelve thousand miles away from your smile
I’m twelve thousand miles away from me
Standing on the corner of Brunswick
Got the rain coming down and mascara on my cheek

Oh whisper me words in the shape of a bay
Shelter my love from the wind and the rain

Crow fly be my alibi
And return this fable on your wing
Take it far away to where gypsies play
Beneath metal stars by the bridge

Oh write me a beacon so I know the way
Guide my love through night and through day

Only the sunset knows my blind desire for the fleeting
Only the moon understands the beauty of love
When held by a hand like the aura of nostalgia

WHAT DO I HAVE NOSTALGIA FOR?,,,,, HMMMM.... I'M NOT SURE. BACK IN THE DAY I THOUGHT LIKE AN ARTIST. NOW I THINK LIKE A SOCIAL WORKER.

Freeze Frame by J. Geils Band

I could see it was a rough-cut Tuesday
Slow-motion weekdays stare me down
Her lipstick reflex got me wound
There were no defects to be found
Snapshot image froze without a sound

Thursday morning was a hot-flash factor
Her face still focused in my mind
Doo-dloo-dloo
Test-strip proofsheet love is hard to find

Doo-dloo-dloo
Friday night, we danced the spotlight grind
Doo-dloo-dloo
Stop time heart for me if she's not mine

Freeze frame, freeze frame
Freeze frame, freeze frame
Freeze frame, freeze frame
Freeze frame, whoo, and I freeze

Now I'm looking at a flashback Sunday
Zoom lens feeling just won't disappear
Doo-dloo-dloo
Close up, dark room, sweet talk in my ear

Doo-dloo-dloo
Her hot-spot love for me is strong
Doo-dloo-dloo
This freeze-frame moment can't be wrong

Freeze frame, freeze frame
Freeze frame, freeze frame
Freeze frame, freeze frame
Freeze frame, whoo, and I freeze

Shoot, shoot - doo-dloo-dloo
Shoot, shoot - doo-dloo-dloo
Shoot, shoot - doo-dloo-dloo

Freeze frame, freeze frame
Freeze frame, freeze frame
Freeze frame, freeze frame
Freeze frame, whoo, and I freeze

Yeah

Freeze frame, oh yeah, freeze frame
If I could freeze frame, freeze frame, freeze frame
If I could freeze, she's real, whoo, freeze frame
If I could freeze, she's ahhh, freeze frame
If I could shoot, shoot - doo-dloo-dloo, freeze frame
If I could shoot, shoot - doo-dloo-dloo, freeze frame

JESUS, MEET MR. GEILS. MR. GEILS, jESUS. MR. GEILS WILL BE PROVIDING TONIGHT'S MUSIC. SHINE ON YOU CRAZY CENTERFOLD

Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringing a bell

Go go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Johnny B. Goode!

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by, they would stop and say
"Oh my, but that little country boy could play"

Go go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Go Johnny go!
Go
Johnny B. Goode!

His mother told him, "Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big ol' band
Many people comin' from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name'll be in lights
Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight!'"

Go go
Go Johnny go!
Go go go Johnny go!
Go go go Johnny go!
Go go go Johnny go!
Go
Johnny B. Goode!

THEY DONT MAKE EM LIKE YOU ANY MORE MR. BERRY. TELL JESUS HI FOR ME.

Sand Clit by Kasabain

Here's a song about jacking off
I jack off with my left hand
Together on the sand
We walked hand in hand
On the beach front, she smiled at me
As she tightly held my hand
I had my thumb up in her stubble
Country music
Played on the radio
So I turned it off
We walked down to the water
As I fucked your grandma's daughter
The wave it swept us away
What a hoe? What a hoe?
What a hoe?

UH.... WOW. I WAS JUST TRYING TO LOOK UP A SONG ABOUT SAND BECAUSE I RECENTLY VISITED SAND DUNE NATIONAL PARK. I DONT THIK ITS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE WHICH MAKES IT EVEN MORE... WOW.

Let's Hear It For The Boy by Deniece Williams

My baby, he don't talk sweet
He ain't got much to say
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
I know that he loves me anyway

And maybe he don't dress fine
But I don't really mind
'Cause every time he pulls me near
I just wanna cheer

Let's hear it for the boy
Oh, let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Oh, maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my lovin' one-man show
Oh, whoa, let's hear it for the boy

My baby may not be rich
He's watchin' every dime
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
We always have a real good time
And maybe he sings off-key
But that's alright by me, yeah
'Cause what he does, he does so well
Makes me wanna yell

Let's hear it for the boy
Oh, let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Oh, maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my lovin' one-man show
Oh, whoa, let's hear it for the boy

'Cause every time he pulls me near
I just wanna cheer

Let's hear it for the boy
Oh, let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Oh, maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my lovin' one-man show
Oh, whoa, let's hear it for the boy

(Let's hear it for the boy) Let's hear it for my man
(Let's hear it for my babe) Let's hear it for my man...
(Let's hear it for the boy)
(Let's hear it for my babe)
(Let's hear it for the boy) Let's hear it for my man, yeah...
(Let's hear it for my babe)
(Let's hear it for the boy) Pull yourself together
(Let's hear it for my babe)
(Let's hear it for the boy) Whoa, let's hear it for my boy
(Let's hear it for my babe) Let's hear it for my man
(Let's hear it for the boy)
(Let's hear it for my babe) Let's hear it for my man

AHHHHH, GOD BLESS HIS LITTLE 'OL HEART