All songs written and © 1996 by Bleu Velveta, Fancy Schmancy Music, BMI, Falling Wallenda Records, except for ``Blue Magic,'' by Jack Pendarvis. Since BV did not include lyrics with their CD, I felt obligated to put my interpretation on the Web.
And now for the legal stuff:Bleu Velveta is:
Mark Baker Wanda Baker Bob Rushin Jamie Shepard George Trotter
I stole a dead man's tie, I saw it hanging in his closet, It wasn't quite my style, but he no longer had to wear it. He lived a quiet life to the obvious(?) home in TV, And he loved his lovely tie and I know he'd love to see me wear it. Now there's a tie in my every-day feature, I wanna wear it almost every day. It's just a tie, so what does it matter, It's just a tie, so what do you say? I wore my dead man's tie to everybody's so fancy schmancy, I love my dead man's tie, I know I'll wear it all my life. I sold my dead man's tie, a tough decision, but it was worth it, I know he wouldn't mind, even though I didn't know him. ``Dead Man's Tie''
Hiding from the shadows in a filament of light, Holding on to something, pretending not to know tonight. Knocking for you two times, baby, third time's a charm, Always coming around your way, this side of town, One day she might trust you. Open your eyes, answer your thoughts, It is too late to answer the feelings you've got. Do you know what it means [to be perched] on the ledge of your dreams? Tell me, aren't you tired of having so much fear to fight, Senselessly guarding the reasons regarding the pain that's holding you so tight? From between the layers of the timeless dreamless swirling river Of long forgotten memories that catch you free forever. ``Ledge''
Stand close, but don't say any words, breathe slowly and watch the side of me, Don't fidget or scratch or hock afford(?) wait for my word, I'm greater than life. I get it all for wonderful minutes, I get it all. Can't hope for long, can't listen for long, Can't look for long, can't talk for long, Can't hope for long, can't dream for long, Can't listen, listen. Live for a minute, like you want to, get two(?) minutes whenever you can, Life is a minute, love is a minute, lapse of minutes is a long time. I get it all for wonderful minutes, I get it all. Can't hope for long, can't listen for long, Can't talk for long, can't hope for long, Can't dream for long, can't hope for long. ``Minutes''
Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria, Marie. You say I shouldn't have any more business to carry out today, I say my kind of business is the only kind that matters anyway. I'm funny and you call me honey, and you only want my money, go fish! You're the new bureaucracy, L'etat C'est Moi, baby. You bring the word from above, you're always preaching, speeching, teaching all the time, Oh, you sing the words, well they're nothing, but they don't have a reason or a rhyme. I'm funny and you call me honey, and you only want my money, go fish! You're the new plutocracy, L'etat C'est Moi, baby. Oh, what a fool I've been, oh what a state I'm in, You never let me down, you always let me in. It happens all the time, it's just a state of mind, The state I am, the state I am, the O Mutter, sing mich zu Ruh', wie nochen(?) Schülen und Stunden, Sing meinem Herzen bewunden, Mutter, O sing mich zu Ruh', o Mutter, sing mich, sing mich, ... You wanna ride in a limo getting twenty-seven gallons to the mile, You ought to look out the window, so the natives can teach you how to smile. I'm funny and you call me honey, and you only want my money, go fish! You're the new hypocracy, L'etat C'est Moi, baby. ``L'etat C'est Moi''
Mark Baker / Mark Childress
Driving all night with the lights out and drinkin', I know a place where they pay you for thinkin', But I fell asleep at the wheel. Bad move, bad move, that is not gonna go (?), You fool, you lose, I made a bad mistake. Down by the side of the road, that's where I saw her, In a vision of light, that's how I saw her, And she came along for the ride. Bad move, bad move, you're not gonna promise to, are you? You fool, you lose, I made a bad mistake. Soon you'll see your name's in (?)ee such a lovely thing that Now tell me, honey, what's your scene? This is the stuff of every boy's dream, This is the stuff of a thousand chilling seas, Wake up now. Oh, what a face, oh what a picture, Up close to (?) taste or dangerous place, Bitten(?) my games on the prize put the blade in the blaze in her eyes. Bad move, bad move, you're a bad girl. You fool, you lose, I made a bad mistake. You played with (?) side, I took you down, down, before, I slapped your back with a bloody hand, you must have thought you couldn't lose, Hey now, bad bad move. ``Bad Move''
It's a humid night, the moon is getting full again, Somewhere there's a slight figure made of paraffin, Someone is turning its head, someone is pulling its mane, It's magic. It's a restless cry, the doves are flying from her sleeves, One more's not so proud, like a convert he believes, He's always been looking for wives, now he knows none are required, It's magic. Wrap me up in chains with the magic words you say, Well, I can use my brain, I can make my getaway, And I will be your volunteer if you make this love disappear, Like magic. ``Blue Magic''
Jack Pendarvis, 1996
When is money like dirt, ask yourself, Slipping through your fingers, dirty fingers, dirty nails, Money and dirt. Why is pleasure like fire, burning out, Drive this saint to sin in tongues, what is that about? Money and dirty dollars. When is the party over, when the fat man sings? You wearing the lampshade, turn out the light. Why is Paris burning? Who's got the money tree? Enough is never enough, with money and dirt. I've got a funny feeling the joke's on me, Get to the punchline, but please explain to me, When is beauty like pain, ask yourself, Do you want to buy it when it fades away with time? Money money dirt and dirty dollars. An earlier version of the song has the (slightly) altered first verse Why is money like dirt, ... with the second line of the chorus being Are you wearing the lampshade, ... ``Money Like Dirt''
Your photograph, forever smiling, Feathers and dust, some sweet smell, little bodies in the air, I remember, I remember the breeze of your wings, music falling around, and around. Hissen(?), listen, words I know what say when I'm with you, with you I am I am I am I am I am I save your molted youth, your gone-off dream of opening skies. In sanctuary, quiet as night, lavender shadow's yellow bright white wide white skinned toward knocking(?) steamed pipes, We came in cage and landed higher in the corner Of a season passing through, come a bright sky, Your photograph, forever smiling. ``Picture''
It's eight am, and I'm tired, And there's a guy upstairs [, he's] sawing a hole through my ceiling again. And it seems to me that's not a neighborly-guy thing to do, I guess I'll just have to A traffic jam, and I'm late again, And there's a guy up there [and he's] changing his tire in the rain. And it seems to me today he'll wish he'd taken the bus, I guess I'll just have to It's ten pm, and I'm watching the news, And there's a guy on TV who spends his free time with a whore. And he says to me, ``But for the grace of God go I,'' I guess I'll just have to I guess I'll just have to kill him. I guess he'll just have to die, die, die, die. ``Just Have To''
Little benches where we sat, coffee in the automat, Shopping with you for a hat, making trains in nothing flat. Breezing down the avenue, beneath a sky of baby blue, Scraping gum off of my shoe, giggling like we used to do. What I remember from our lovely love affair, What I remember from out lovely love, love love. Dropping in for ham on rye, my kidding with the counter guy, Laughing so I wouldn't cry, when it was time to say goodbye. Love, love, love, love. ``Lovely Love Affair''
Quit my job down at the brokery, I sold my suits, my ties, my red suspenders, Bargain Basement. I'm lookin' round for something better, Like trading nine to five, for something different in the (?)ate. Met her at the corner drugstore, Pushin' cigarettes and Coke and Penthouse, it's a living. We had a giggle at the headlines, It seems the Court finally killed the option of author(?)ison. I never thought I'd marry Susan, I never thought that I'd settle down or send her flowers, I never thought I'd marry Susan, Susan. I knew that day I had to save her, And take her from that life of filthy fingers, dirty dollars. We got a place together somewhere, And it'd be different for me, so much better, I believed it. I've had no work for several months now, But that's no problem is it, if you're wealthy or you're sleeping. Well, did I mention Susan's showing, I guess one day I'll have to sell the restaurant, take a mortgage. Well, I've been thinking long long time, this place is go(?) a waste of time, But when I get there I may drop a letter to her, Well I never thought I'd marry Susan. I took a job down at the druggery, Like a new city state another zip code, it's so nice here. But today I'll phone up Susan, Perhaps she'll talk to me, and who's to say it, who's to do it? ``Susan''
When I'm alone or in another room, or on the telephone, where are you? I see an open door and it's dark out there, I think I'll wait right here. When I'm alone or in a week or two, I'll play the rolling stone, why don't you? I see another face and it's dark in here, I think I'll wait right here. And start laughing in my head again, fires are burning in my veins, When I'm alone, when I'm alone, when I'm alone. When I'm alone, I'm colors in your dreams, I'm cherries in your cream, who are you? I want to follow you but I don't know why, I guess I'll always be alone. I see an open door and it's dark in there, I think I'll stay right here, alone. ``Alone''
``La Foule''
Edith Piaf
All for one and that one is me, and I'm hopin' you can find your way Through the forest before you chop down every single tree, It's got nothing to do with me. What's mine is mine and what's yours is mine, when I take it from you, Don't know what you've got before you get soft, more than you can chew, It's got nothing to do with you. Angel wings, lift me up and away from this world. You said wait 'till then, you said, wait 'till then, You said wait until God knows when. So take your time but take your fingers off this rusty trigger, When love is truly blind, you better show me something I can truly see, Or is this how it's got to be? ``Angel Wings''