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Song

Artist

Collection

"When I Was a Boy"

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Dar Williams Out There Live

"Virginia Woolf"

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Indigo Girls 1200 Curfews

"Ophelia"

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Natalie Merchant Ophelia

"Silent All These Years"

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Tori Amos Little Earthquakes

"Sonny Came Home"

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Shawn Colvin a few small repairs

"Sweet Lorraine"

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Patty Griffin Living with Ghosts

 

Lyrics

"When I Was a Boy" by Dar Williams

(pardon the letters in parentheses; they're for guitar tab)

(X)I won't forget when Peter (Y)Pan came to my house, took my (Z)hand//
I said I was a boy; I'm (Y)glad he didn't (W)check.//
(X)I learned to fly, I learned to (Y)fight, I lived a whole life in one (Z)night//
We saved each other's lives out (Y)on the pirate's (W)deck.//
And (R)I remember that night (S)when I'm leaving a late night with some (R)friends//
And I hear somebody (S)tell me it's not safe, someone should (W)help me//
I need to find a nice man to walk me (X)home.//
When I was a boy, I (Y)scared the pants off of my (Z)mom, //
Climbed what I could climb up(Y)on(W)//
(X)And I don't know how I (Y)survived, I guess I knew the tricks that (Z)all boys knew. (Y)(W)//
And (R)you can (S)walk me (W)home, but I was a boy, (X)too.////

I was a kid that you would (Y)like, just a small boy on her (Z)bike//
Riding topless, yeah, I (Y)never cared who (W)saw.//
(X)My neighbor come outside to (Y)say, "Get your shirt," I said  "No (Z)way//
It's the last time I'm not (Y)breaking any (W)law."//
And (R)now I'm in a clothing (S)store, and the sign says Less is (R)More//
More that's tight means more to (S)see, more for them, not more for (W)me//
That can't help me climb a tree in ten seconds (X)flat//
When I was a boy, (Y)see that picture? That was (Z)me//
Grass-stained shirt and dusty (Y)knees(W)//
And (X)I know things have gotta (Y)change, they got pills to sell, they've got (Y)implants to put in, they've got (Z)implants to (W)remove//
But (R)I am (S)not for(W)getting//
That I was a boy (X)too////

And like the woods where I would (Y)creep, it's a secret I can (Z)keep//
Except when I'm tired, except when I'm being caught off (W)guard//
(X)I've had a lonesome awful (Y)day, the conversation finds its (Z)way//
To catching fire-flies out (Y)in the back(W)yard.//
And (R)I tell the man I'm (S)with about the other life I (R)lived//
And I say now you're top (S)gun, I have lost and you have (W)won//
And he says, "Oh no, no, can't you (X)see//
When I was a girl, my (Y)mom and I we always (Z)talked//
And I picked flowers every(Y)where that I (W)walked.//
(X)And I could always (Y)cry, now even when I'm (Z)alone I seldom (Y)do(W)//
And (R)I have (S)lost some (W)kindness//
But I was a girl (X)too.//
And you were just like (Y)me, and (Z)I was (Y)just (W)like (X)you.////\\\\
>>>>>david

"Virginia Woolf" by the Indigo Girls

Some will strut and some will fret 
See this an hour on the stage
Others will not but they'll sweat
In their hopelessness in their rage
We're all the same the men of anger and the women of the page

They published your diary and that's how I got to know you
Key to the room of your own and a mind without end
And here's a young girl on a kind of a telephone line through time
And the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend

So I know I'm alright life will come and life will go
Still I feel it's alright cause I just got a letter to my soul
When my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
The apathy of time laughs in my face
You said, "Each life has its place"

The hatches were battened the thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
The battle surrounded the white flag of your youth
If you need to know that you weathered the storm of cruel mortality
A hundred years later I'm sitting here living proof

So you know you're alright life will come and life will go
Still you feel it's alright someone'll get a letter to your soul
When your whole life is on the tip of your tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
The apathy of time laughed in your face
Did you hear me say, "Each life has its place"

The place where you hold me dark in a pocket of truth
The moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth
And so it was for you when the river eclipsed your life
And sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me and it was my rebirth

Emily: 
So we know we're alright
Though life will come and life will go
Still you'll feel it's alright
Someone'll get a letter to your soul
Then you know you're alright
Then you feel you're alright
And you hear dry your eyes
And you know it's alright
And you hear dry your eyes
And you know it's alright
And it's alright
Amy:
Alright
Though life will come and life will go
Alright
Someone gets your soul
When my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
You said
Each life has it's place
You said 
Each life has it's place
It'll be alright

"Ophelia" by Natalie Merchant

Ophelia was a bride of God
A novice Carmelite
In sister cells
The cloister bells tolled on her wedding night

Ophelia was the rebel girl
A blue stocking suffragette
Who remedied society between her cigarettes

And Ophelia was the sweetheart
To a nation overnight
Curvaceous thighs
Vivacious eyes
Love was at first sight
Love was at first sight

Ophelia was a demigoddess in pre-war Babylon
So statuesque a silhouette in black satin evening gowns

Ophelia was the mistress
To a Vegas gambling man
Signora Ophelia Maraschina
Mafia courtesan

Ophelia was the circus queen
The female cannonball
Projected through five flaming hoops
To wild and shocked applause
To wild and shocked applause

Ophelia was a tempest cyclone
A goddamn hurricane
Your common sense, your best defense
Lay wasted and in vain

For Ophelia'd know your every woe
And every pain you'd ever had
She'd sympathize and dry your eyes
And help you to forget
Help you to forget
And help you to forget

Ophelia's mind went wandering
You'd wonder where she'd gone
Through secret doors down corridors
She wanders them alone
All alone

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"Silent All These Years" by Tori Amos

Excuse me but can I be you for a while
My dog won't bite if you sit real still
I got the Anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again
Yeah I can hear that

Been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say you know but nothing comes
Yes I know what you think of me you never shut up
Yeah I can hear that

But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice and it's been
here
silent all these years

So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts
Boy you best pray that I bleed real soon
How's that thought for you

My scream got lost in a paper cup
You think there's a heaven where some screams have gone
I got 25 bucks and a cracker do you think it's enough
To get us there

But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice and it's been
here
silent all these..

Years go by will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by if I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds raining in my head
Years go by will I choke on my tears
Till finally there is nothing left
One more casualty
You know we're too
easy
easy
easy

Well I love the way we communicate
Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape
Let's hear what you think of me now
but baby don't look up
The sky is falling

Your mother shows up in a nasty dress
It's your turn now to stand where I stand
Everybody lookin' at you
here take hold of my hand
Yeah I can hear them

But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes I hear my voice
I hear my voice
I hear my voice
And it's been
here
silent all these years
I've been here
silent all these years
Silent all these
Silent all these
years

"Sonny Came Home" by Shawn Colvin

(please excuse guitar chords & lines running together, but you can still follow/read this)

Bm A G F#m Sunny came home to her favorite room Bm A D A Sunny sat down in the kitchen E A G F#m She opened her book and a box of tools Em Bm G Sunny came home with a mission D A Em G She says days go by I'm hypnotized D A Em I'm walking on a wire D A G Bm E A I close my eyes and fly out of my mind Gmaj7 Into the fire Bm A G F#m Sunny came home with a list of names Bm A D A She didn't believe in transcendence G A Bm F#m And it's time for a few small repairs she said Em Bm G Sunny came home with a vengeance D A Em G She says days go by and don't know why D A Em I'm walking on a wire D A G Bm E A I close my eyes and fly out of my mind Gmaj7 Into the fire F#m G Get the kids and bring a sweater. F#m G Dry is good and wind is better F#m G Count the years, you always knew it F#m G Strike a match, go on and do it D A Em G Oh days go by I'm hypnotized D A Em I'm walking on a wire D A G Bm D I close my eyes and fly out of my mind A Em Into the fire D A Em G Light the sky and hold on tight D A Em The world is burning down D A G Bm E A She's out there on her own and she's alright Gmaj7 E Sunny came home Bm Sunny came home

"Sweet Lorraine" by Patty Griffin

Sweet Lorraine the fiery haired brown eyed schemer
Who came from a long line of drinkers and dreamers
Who knew that sunshine don't hold up to dark
Whose businesses fail
Who sleep in the park
Lorraine who spoke of paintings in Paris
And outlandish things to her family just to scare us
whose heart went pokin' where it shouldn't ought
Whose mother could only sppit at the thought of
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine

Her father her father would tear out like a page of the bible
Then he'd burn down the house to announce his arriva1
Her mother was working and never was home
Lorraine carved out a little life of her own
Lorraine started working, Lorraine went to school
Her mother threw stones at her on the day that she moved
Now isn't that a very strange thing to do
For someone who never really wanted you
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine

Her daddy called her a slut and a whore
On the night before her wedding day
The very next morning at the church
Her daddy gave Lorraine away
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine

In the battle of time in the battle of will
It's only your hope and your heart that gets killed
And it gets harder and harder lorraine, to believe in magic
When what came before you is so very tragic
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine

 

 
Last Updated
11/01/03

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