Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved. 

I'm not a good girl
Won't be home by 10
I'm at the lost and found
Looking for a old friend

Yeah I smoke too much
And I use rough words
So if you heard of me
Believe what you heard

I'm a consequence
I'm a little caged bird
Singing in the night
Til you've been lured

I'm a slow burn
I'm a slow burn
I'm a simmering fire
You won't see the flame
But you'll feel the heat
All the same

I'm not a party girl
I will leave here alone
Don't need the company
I don't need an anecdote

I just like the feeling
When I feel all alone
But I feel everything
Even if you think I don't

I'm a circumstance
Not one you make
I'm the thought you have
Before you think

I'm a slow burn
I'm a slow burn
I'm a simmering fire
You won't see the flame
But you'll feel the heat
All the same

I'm a slow burn
I'm a slow burn
I'm a simmering fire
You won't see the flame
But you'll feel the heat
All the same

I'm a circumstance
Not one you make
I'm the thought you have
Before you think

I'm a consequence
I'm a little caged bird
Singing in the night
Til you've been lured

I'm a slow burn
I'm a slow burn
I'm a slow burn
I'm a slow burn
I'm a slow burn
I'm a slow burn

Dalvey

Slow Burn

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved. 

I think I heard you
Say something clever
You never just
Talk about the weather
Do you?
Oh no, not you

Be my lover
Be my lover
We get each other
Be my lover, my lover, my lover

I think you are always
On the edge of things
Never front and center
But you could be
Where ever, whatever
You are way too cool

Be my lover
Be my lover
We get each other
Be my lover, my lover, my lover

The world is always shifting
Moving and turning
You ride it like a wave
Dive under and over
Then shoulder to shoulder
You just know the way

Be my lover
Be my lover
We get each other
Be my lover, my lover, my lover

And I don't think
You really know
I'd follow you
Wherever you go
I would pack my life
To catch your flight
I'd wait around, around, around
Around for you

Be my lover
Be my lover
We get each other
Be my lover, my lover, my lover.

Be My Lover

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved.

I stopped on a quiet lane
In the heart of Inverness
Rain tapped the window pane
Stillness filled my chest
At Dalvey's shop for gentlemen
Where silver treasures shine within
One small thing caught my eye
A compass I could not pass by

Dalvey please please
Carry my heart
Across the big blue sea
across the dark
In stainless steel
A work of art
You give direction to
The human heart
One does not know
When it begins
Some great love stories
Are between just friends

No letters sealed with thread
No words were left unsaid
No dancing in the dark
No messy entangled heart
But still it always felt like fate
To meet and not come too late
To know you then to know you still
You hold a space  you always will

Dalvey please please
Carry my heart
Across the big blue sea
Across the dark
In stainless steel
A work of art
You give direction to
The human heart
One does not know
When it begins
Some great love stories
Are between just friends

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved.

I know you said
You don't want to
Hear from me again

You found someone
Who makes you feel
Better than I did

You said you
Would never think of me
Again
I was the hardest part
Of your life back then

I was hard to love
Never gave you enough
And yet ooh ohh ohh

Standing across from you
Just walked in the room
Catch my breath, hold my tears
I still love you
Oh I still love you
After all these years

I know I said
I don't want to
Take your calls again

I have someone
Who makes me feel
Happier than you did

I know I said I
Would never think of you
Again
You were the hardest part
Of my life back then

You were hard to love
You never gave me enough
And yet ooh ohh ohh

Standing across from you
Just walked in the room
Catch my breath, hold my tears
I still love you
Oh I still love you
After all these years

I could break promises for you
No telling what I could do
You look at me like that
It all comes rushing back
Standing across from you
Just walked in the room
Catch my breath, hold my tears
I still love you
Oh I still love you
After all these years

I could make it hard for you
But I'm not going to
Just don't look at me like that
It all comes rushing back
Standing across from you
Just walked in the room
Catch my breath, hold my tears
I still love you
Oh I still love you
After all these years

After All These Years

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved.

I want to drink by myself from the bottle not a glass
I want to remove the mask, toss my pearls in the grass
I want to bury the script, how I'm supposed to act
I want the silence to hit me — not just echo back

I want to laugh with some weight, not the polite little kind
That fits your whole life in a tiny box you can't find
I want to rip out the seams of this "graceful decay"
And stitch rage into linen just to wear it all day

I'm gonna go braless, forget the makeup
Go braless and not clean the place up
Go braless, gonna set the girls free
Ohhhh bouncy sexy me

I wanna twist the myth, want the full eclipse
Want the goddess with hips who don't need to be kissed
Wanna sit in the dark with candles and just talk
With the women I know who can walk the walk

I want to meet every ghost that I swallowed at work
Shake hands with regret, tell her she's a damn jerk
Want the moon to confess that it never did shine
Just borrowed our light and called aging a crime

I'm gonna go braless, forget the makeup
Go braless and not clean the place up
Go braless, gonna set the girls free
Ohhhh bouncy sexy me

I want to dance with the ash, not the Phoenix they sell
Burn the brochure that left out the photo of hell
Wanna shout to the ladies who are soft-spoken wives
We're not "post-menopausal," we are post-alive

I want to dispel the myth that old women are dull
Wanna tell the young ladies it's not true at all
Wanna shoot down an image that was not ever me
Destroy the lies about women in HIS STORY

I'm gonna go braless, forget the makeup
Go braless and not clean the place up
Go braless, gonna set the girls free
Ohhhh bouncy sexy me

I want to walk without flinching, talk without shrinking
Say what I think , thank those who keep me thinking
Want truth without sugar, natural is not plain
A world where the men change their last names

Call me when it's real — not refined
Call me when the roles better defined
Take my skin, but not my spine
I've paid for every inch of time

I'm gonna go braless, forget the makeup
Go braless and not clean the place up
Go braless, gonna set the girls free
Ohhhh bouncy sexy me

Go Braless

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved.

I punch in before the fog can lift,
Pull sleeves over my wrists
The knives are sharp, the music’s loud,
I gut a thousand fish
The floor is slick with something lost,
Air mixed with sea spray
I work the line at Icy Cape
sixteen hours every day

On coffee breaks I sit alone
Where the dockboards creak and sway
I sit and watch all the boats come in,
And none of them will stay
But once a boy from Dutch Harbor came
And tied off near my feet
He said, “You look like someone who
Should take a spin with me”

He pulled  me out in his rusty skiff
I left my bag on a cannery gate
I did not know the boat he was on
And he didn’t ask my name
We watched the gulls out on the sea
Till my hands forgot their ache
Then I climbed back up the dock alone
And punched in at the Cape

There’s girls who cry in bunkhouse beds
And girls who save the tears
There’s one who keeps her mother’s cross
And one who counts the years
I trade my dreams for dollar bills
And drop them in a can
They say there’s nothing colder than
A fish knife in your hand

I think of him some nights on shift
When the smell of fish fills my lungs
Or when I'm pulling on my boots
Long before the morning comes
I never saw that boy again,
'cause cannery girls never do
But sometimes when the wind kicks up
I think he's  looking for me too

He pulled  me out in his rusty skiff
I left my bag on a cannery gate
I didn’t ask the boat he was from
And he didn’t ask my name
We watched the gulls out on the sea
Till my hands forgot their ache
Then I climbed back up the dock alone
And punched in at the Cape

Now summer’s gone, and so is he
And I still take my place
Where I gut the fish and count my dollars
At the Icy Cape

Icy Cape Cannery

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved.

Come be lonely with me
I won't make you speak
We can just hold hands
Yeah, I understand

If it feels like wild inside
And nothing can chase the monsters away
When there's no hero in your sky
I won't even try
To talk you down
Or change your mood
You can just be you
And a weirdo like me
A weirdo like me

This is how it is
This is how we live
But if you let the past die
If you say goodbye
If you let go
Then I
I will hold you close
So you won't float way
You can be the kite
And I will be your string

Come be sad with me
I'd like your company
It would mean everything
If you don't say anything

If it feels like wild inside
And nothing can chase the monsters away
When there's no hero in your sky
I won't even try
To talk you down
Or change your mood
You can just be you
And a weirdo like me
A weirdo like me

This is how it is
This is how we live
But if you let the past die
If you say goodbye
If you let go
Then I
I will hold you close
So you won't float way
You can be the kite
And I will be your string

I like to walk in deep dark woods
You know I'm damaged goods
I hear them whisper when I walk by
Words can stay close by
They lay right here beside
Right upon my pillow
Look at me in the eyes
Say I'm not worth the trouble
To save, not from anything
Yeah they just like to hang

A Weirdo Like Me

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A Diis ad Hominem (From the Gods to Man) - GLENDARRAGH CODE

The Autumn Lake - GLENDARRAGH CODE

The Glendarragh Code, a dystopian science fiction novel launching 30 June, pioneers a new form of storytelling through Aural Threads — original songs composed by the author, woven into the reading experience via QR codes. Scattered throughout the book, these audio links bring the world of the novel to life, allowing readers to hear its pulse, atmosphere, and emotion with each scan. 
LYRICS:

American Indian genocide nineteen hundred - sixty million
Circassian genocide eighteen sixty-four one and a half million
Herero and Namaqua genocide nineteen oh eight one hundred thousand
Armenian genocide nineteen twenty-three one and a half million
greek genocide nineteen twenty-two seven hundred fifty thousand
assyrian genocide nineteen twenty-four six hundred thousand

Two hundred ninety-nine million eight hundred and fifty thousand lost,
The price we paid, the human cost.
Now we face World War Three,
What will the next number be?

Holocaust nineteen forty-five six million
Cambodian genocide nineteen seventy-nine two million
Rwandan genocide nineteen ninety-four one million
Bosnian genocide nineteen ninety-five one hundred thousand
Darfur genocide ongoing three hundred thousand
Napoleonic wars eighteen fifteen six million
Taiping rebellion eighteen sixty-four thirty million
World war one nineteen eighteen twenty million
World war two nineteen forty-five eighty-five million
Korean war nineteen fifty-three two million
Vietnam war nineteen seventy-five three million
Iran-Iraq war nineteen eighty-eight one million
Second congo war in two thousand three, five and a half million
Syrian civil war ongoing approximately five hundred thousand
Yemeni civil war ongoing approximately two hundred thirty three thousand

The Human Cost
Too many lost
The human cost
(We need more money!)
The Human cost
The Human cost
(We need more weapons)

Who voted for this.
I don't have a bunker.

The Human Cost - GLENDARRAGH CODE

From the GLENDARRAGH CODE (a novel) 2025.

Days of Bright Parade (Deeply Dark) - GLENDARRAGH CODE

Days of Bright Parade (Dark) - GLENDARRAGH CODE

The Glendarragh Code, a dystopian science fiction novel launching 30 June, pioneers a new form of storytelling through Aural Threads — original songs composed by the author, woven into the reading experience via QR codes. Scattered throughout the book, these audio links bring the world of the novel to life, allowing readers to hear its pulse, atmosphere, and emotion with each scan.

Days of Bright Parade - GLENDARRAGH CODE

The Glendarragh Code, a dystopian science fiction novel launching 30 June, pioneers a new form of storytelling through Aural Threads — original songs composed by the author, woven into the reading experience via QR codes. Scattered throughout the book, these audio links bring the world of the novel to life, allowing readers to hear its pulse, atmosphere, and emotion with each scan. 

SPOKEN WORDS IN THIS STORY:

Beyond the hills, where fire grows thin,
The cities fell with naught but din.
No cry of war, no trumpet’s call —
But silence swept the kingdom’s hall.

It came with gifts both fair and bright:
Free passage, light, and sleepless night.
A mirror held, and we looked in —
Our thoughts, our prints, our secret sin.

Each breath we gave, they stored away,
In code and coin, to make us pay.
We drew the map that shaped the chain,
Fell into the trap of evil men

First London bowed, still proud of face,
But empty stood her sovereign’s place.
Her gates blinked blue, her towers watched,
The folk beneath the sewers lost.

No lines of blood, but scores of trust
Divided kin and turned to dust.
The clean could walk, the rest did crawl —
Beneath the stones they used to haul.

In Manchester, they stood in grace,
No sword was drawn, no armored face.
They broke no glass, they stole no bread,
But whispered low and mourned their dead.

Yet silence swept their valiant stand —
The system moved with unseen hand.

Edinburgh lit her fires high,
Sent songs like signals to the sky.
They taught the young to read the stars,
To count the bends and map the scars.

But four short days the flame did burn,
Before the watchers made their turn.
No blade was drawn, no soldier came,
Just lights that died with quiet shame.

Glasgow fell with naught but ink —
Names erased before they’d think.
No shackles clanked, no doors were slammed,
Just spreadsheets where the souls were damned.

Then rose a code from ash and wire,
Built not of men, but man’s desire.
No crown it wore, no sword it drew,
Its halls were terms we all passed through.

Every scroll we clicked at night,
Each share, each sigh, each flash of light —
Became the bricks, the unseen stone,
Of prisons we would call our own.

The kings had left the world below,
To dwell where none but wealth may go.
No fear had they of hunger's cry,
For they had built the when, the why.

In shadowed hills, the last did stand,
With nets and sparks and radios banned.
They spoke in tongues the code forgot,
But found no war — not even shot.

Instead, the walls were quietly raised,
The names removed, the search delayed.
A label sewn in hidden thread:
"Non-Essential" — and thus, as dead.

Not by blade, nor burning pyre,
But lack of place and loss of fire.

No martyr’s tale, no mournful dirge —
Just systems that refused to purge.
The streets went dark, the fields turned grey,
The drones still hummed, though none gave way.

London’s river, black and still,
Reflected ghosts upon the hill.
Her towers stood, yet cast no shade —
For none were left to feel afraid.

And thus, the dream of grand design —
Of perfect paths and ordered time —
Devoured its maker, cold and grim,
Till all was ash, and none could swim.

The Hollow Code did not decay —
It ran the course we laid its way.
It did not fail, it did not lie,
It merely watched us kneel — and die.

So mark this song with solemn breath,
For progress bore the weight of death.
And should you read, or hear, or see —
Recall the price of harmony.

Tale of the Hollow Code (Story) - GLENDARRAGH CODE

The Glendarragh Code, a dystopian science fiction novel launching 30 June, pioneers a new form of storytelling through Aural Threads — original songs composed by the author, woven into the reading experience via QR codes. Scattered throughout the book, these audio links bring the world of the novel to life, allowing readers to hear its pulse, atmosphere, and emotion with each scan. 
LYRICS:

Beyond the hills, where fire grows thin,
The cities fell with naught but din.
No cry of war, no trumpet’s call —
But silence swept the kingdom’s hall.

It came with gifts both fair and bright:
Free passage, light, and sleepless night.
A mirror held, and we looked in —
Our thoughts, our prints, our secret sin.

Each breath we gave, they stored away,
In code and coin, to make us pay.
We drew the map that shaped the chain,
Fell into the trap of evil men

First London bowed, still proud of face,
But empty stood her sovereign’s place.
Her gates blinked blue, her towers watched,
The folk beneath the sewers lost.

No lines of blood, but scores of trust
Divided kin and turned to dust.
The clean could walk, the rest did crawl —
Beneath the stones they used to haul.

In Manchester, they stood in grace,
No sword was drawn, no armored face.
They broke no glass, they stole no bread,
But whispered low and mourned their dead.

Yet silence swept their valiant stand —
The system moved with unseen hand.

Edinburgh lit her fires high,
Sent songs like signals to the sky.
They taught the young to read the stars,
To count the bends and map the scars.

But four short days the flame did burn,
Before the watchers made their turn.
No blade was drawn, no soldier came,
Just lights that died with quiet shame.

Glasgow fell with naught but ink —
Names erased before they’d think.
No shackles clanked, no doors were slammed,
Just spreadsheets where the souls were damned.

Then rose a code from ash and wire,
Built not of men, but man’s desire.
No crown it wore, no sword it drew,
Its halls were terms we all passed through.

Every scroll we clicked at night,
Each share, each sigh, each flash of light —
Became the bricks, the unseen stone,
Of prisons we would call our own.

The kings had left the world below,
To dwell where none but wealth may go.
No fear had they of hunger's cry,
For they had built the when, the why.

In shadowed hills, the last did stand,
With nets and sparks and radios banned.
They spoke in tongues the code forgot,
But found no war — not even shot.

Instead, the walls were quietly raised,
The names removed, the search delayed.
A label sewn in hidden thread:
"Non-Essential" — and thus, as dead.

Not by blade, nor burning pyre,
But lack of place and loss of fire.

No martyr’s tale, no mournful dirge —
Just systems that refused to purge.
The streets went dark, the fields turned grey,
The drones still hummed, though none gave way.

London’s river, black and still,
Reflected ghosts upon the hill.
Her towers stood, yet cast no shade —
For none were left to feel afraid.

And thus, the dream of grand design —
Of perfect paths and ordered time —
Devoured its maker, cold and grim,
Till all was ash, and none could swim.

The Hollow Code did not decay —
It ran the course we laid its way.
It did not fail, it did not lie,
It merely watched us kneel — and die.

So mark this song with solemn breath,
For progress bore the weight of death.
And should you read, or hear, or see —
Recall the price of harmony.

Tale of the Hollow Code - GLENDARRAGH CODE

The Glendarragh Code, a dystopian science fiction novel launching 30 June, pioneers a new form of storytelling through Aural Threads — original songs composed by the author, woven into the reading experience via QR codes. Scattered throughout the book, these audio links bring the world of the novel to life, allowing readers to hear its pulse, atmosphere, and emotion with each scan.

Ne timeatis, filii terrae,
Do not fear, children of the earth,
Sub umbra nostra crescitis, florentes.
Under our shadow you grow and bloom.
Vita vestra momentanea, sicut folium cadens,
Your life is fleeting, like a falling leaf,
Sed genus vestrum manet aeternum.
But your kind endures forever.

Nos, dii, vos semper custodimus,
We, the gods, always watch over you,
Aeternitatis testes, vos vivite!
Witnesses of eternity, go on and live!
Vestra mors non est finis,
Your death is not the end,
Sed initium perpetuae memoriae.
But the beginning of everlasting memory.

Ecce tempora labuntur, flumina fluunt,
Behold, time flows like rivers,
Stellae oriuntur et decidunt.
Stars rise and fall.
Tuum animum angustia opprimit,
Your soul may be burdened by sorrow,
Sed nostra manu universum regitur.
But the universe is guided by our hand.

Nos, dii, vos semper custodimus,
We, the gods, always watch over you,
Aeternitatis testes, vos vivite!
Witnesses of eternity, go on and live!
Vestra mors non est finis,
Your death is not the end,
Sed initium perpetuae memoriae.
But the beginning of everlasting memory.

LYRICS:

Homo, corpus instar pulveris,
Human, your body is like dust,
Spiritus tamen partem aeternitatis tangit.
Yet your spirit touches eternity.
Collectivum genus vestrum immortale,
Your collective race is immortal,
Fiat vestrum iter ut stella luceat.
Let your path shine like the stars.

Nos, dii, vos semper custodimus,
We, the gods, always watch over you,
Aeternitatis testes, vos vivite!
Witnesses of eternity, go on and live!
Vestra mors non est finis,
Your death is not the end,
Sed initium perpetuae memoriae.
But the beginning of everlasting memory.

The Gods of Men - GLENDARRAGH CODE

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved.

I was raised on the island
Deep rivers, tall trees
Where mountains hold secrets
And salt rides the breeze

Well, it's a rugged place
Lush green and hard stone
But it's the people I knew
Who made it my home

I'm a Kodiak kid
No matter how far I roam
The house on North Blvd
Will always be home

I see Mrs. Mosley
With hot cocoa so warm
Pulling me inside
From the cold of the storm

George in his truck
Keeping dust from the road
And Mr. Springfield
Sharing his stories of gold

Mr. Ardinger put that first guitar in my hand
The Blair's house full of love would always expand
My father worked the post office directing the mail
Mother tried to stop us kids from raising hell

I'm a Kodiak Kid
No matter how far I roam
The house on North Blvd
Will always be home

I've walked the streets of Rome
Where the stone remembers
Stood in the Bowes Museum
With its Silver Swan splendor

I've seen the fields of gold
From a north London train
And the light-ning-ning above
The old Durango plains

But I'm a Kodiak kid
No matter how far I roam
The house on North Blvd
Will always be home

Kodiak Kid

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved.

Yeah, I slept in my heels, spent hours in the tub
Left you messages to say I'm still in love
Wore my robe to the shops, cried in aisle three
When it hit you're not coming back to me

I think I'm feeling just a little psycho
They say hey you gotta let him go
But I'm picking out my wedding dress
Making lists of our wedding guests

When you left, I begged you to stay
When I cried, you just left anyway
When I blocked the front door, 
You just climbed out my window
When I chased your car down the street
All the dogs just ran with me
It might have been my all time low
But maybe I've got further to go

I've watched romantic movies end
and they always end
With her lover coming back again
So maybe you just need more time
Or I will be waiting until I'm ninety nine

They say, they think I'm spiraling, 
and I agree
But I'm spiraling in choreography
I'll be OK, I say, now don't you worry
I'm sure they'll find a cure for me

When you left, I begged you to stay
When I cried, you just left anyway
When I blocked the front door, 
You just climbed out my window
When I chased your car down the street
All the dogs just ran with me
It might have been my all time low
 But maybe I've got further to go

I think I'm feeling just a little psycho
They say girl you gotta let him go
But I'm dancing in my wedding dress
Screaming at the bar my life's a mess

When you left, I begged you to stay
When I cried, you just left anyway
When I blocked the front door, 
You just climbed out my window
When I chased your car down the street
All the dogs just ran with me
It might have been my all time low
 But maybe I've got further to go

It might have been my all time low
 But maybe I've got further to go

It might have been my all time low
 But maybe I've got further to go

It might have been my all time low
 But maybe I've got further to go

I've got further to go...

Further To Go

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved.

Start my heart
Stop the rain
Wake up again
At 2am
Turn on the radio
Feel alone
That's how it goes
And no one knows
No pocket change
Catch  the train
Just in time a
Second class line
And here we go

Here we go oh oh oh oh
It's the same thing as before
Past the church, past the steeple
I am not one of the beautiful people
I don't eat caviar
Or drive a fancy car
I don't cameo
In the film of a friend
Or in his big shot show

Cracked phone screen
Far from the coast
Dull grey  scene
Just a ghost
Cheap red wine
Two quid a dime
Dim TV glow
A rerun show
Lucy the star
She went too far
Desi is  wearing thin
Soaked in gin
And here we go

Here we go oh oh oh oh
It's the same thing as before
Past the church, past the steeple
I am not one of the beautiful people
I don't eat caviar
Or drive a fancy car
I don't cameo
In the film of a friend
Or in his big shot show

Rent past due
So what's new
Card declined
Say it's fine
No fancy doors
No marble floors
A flat within
Bed and bin
Got no cash
Fake a laugh
Napkins stained
Cheap champagne
And here we go

Here we go oh oh oh oh
It's the same thing as before
Past the church, past the steeple
I am not one of the beautiful people
I don't eat caviar
Or drive a fancy car
I don't cameo
In the film of a friend
Or in his big shot show

Broken lock
Clock tick tock
Early shift
Same small talk
Last week’s pay
Spent away
Fading lights
Neighbor fights
Yeah, this is real
A dollar meal
Life moves slow
feeling so low
and here we go

Here we go oh oh oh oh
It's the same thing as before
Past the church, past the steeple
I am not one of the beautiful people
I don't eat caviar
Or drive a fancy car
I don't cameo
in the film of a friend
or in his big shot show

Manchester Girl (Original)

(NorthG cover of Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce's song Manchester Girl) 

Start my heart
Stop the rain
Wake up again
At 2am
Turn on the radio
Feel alone
That's how it goes
And no one knows
No pocket change
Catch the train
Just in time a
Second class line
And here we go

Here we go oh oh oh oh
It's the same thing as before
Past the church, past the steeple
I am not one of the beautiful people
I don't eat caviar
Or drive a fancy car
I don't cameo
In the film of a friend
Or in his big shot show

Cracked phone screen
Far from the coast
Dull grey scene
Just a ghost
Cheap red wine
Two quid a dime
Dim TV glow
A rerun show
Lucy the star
She went too far
Desi is wearing thin
Soaked in gin
And here we go

Here we go oh oh oh oh
It's the same thing as before
Past the church, past the steeple
I am not one of the beautiful people
I don't eat caviar
Or drive a fancy car
I don't cameo
In the film of a friend
Or in his big shot show

Rent past due
So what's new
Card declined
Say it's fine
No fancy doors
No marble floors
A flat within
Bed and bin
Got no cash
Fake a laugh
Napkins stained
Cheap champagne
And here we go

Here we go oh oh oh oh
It's the same thing as before
Past the church, past the steeple
I am not one of the beautiful people
I don't eat caviar
Or drive a fancy car
I don't cameo
In the film of a friend
Or in his big shot show

Broken lock
Clock tick tock
Early shift
Same small talk
Last week’s pay
Spent away
Fading lights
Neighbor fights
Yeah, this is real
A dollar meal
Life moves slow
feeling so low
and here we go

Here we go oh oh oh oh
It's the same thing as before
Past the church, past the steeple
I am not one of the beautiful people
I don't eat caviar
Or drive a fancy car
I don't cameo
in the film of a friend
or in his big shot show

Manchester Girl (NorthG Cover)

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved.

Came in an envelope from Canada
Handwritten addressed to me
I like the way you write my name
Postmarked Dawson City
They sent you to build a war road
Through ice and frozen mud
Rain cuts straight through steel
And the cold don't ever let up

I like to read your letters slow
(Daddy calls it Victory Mail)
Says you're gonna break your back
(laying a road through hell)
Don't know when you'll be back
(Baby get home when you can)
I'm still waiting for you
(My Alcan man)

They give you less and work you double
That's what your letter said
Men been singing old slavery songs
And eating rationed bread
White boys get the good tents
With heaters near their feet
But you get a bunk and a shovel
And every night you dream of me

I like to read your letters slow
(Daddy calls it Victory Mail)
Says you're gonna break your back
(laying a road through hell)
Don't know when you'll be back
(Baby get home when you can)
I'm still waiting for you
(My Alcan man)

Mama says I should let you go
Says "Hard men don't come clean"
But she don't know your heart
Or how you feel about me
We'll build a house in Mobile
Something small but ours
Oh maybe this road you're working on
Can buy us a small start

I like to read your letters slow
(Daddy calls it Victory Mail)
Says you're gonna break your back
(laying a road through hell)
Don't know when you'll be back
(Baby get home when you can)
I'm still waiting for you
(My Alcan man)

If you come back missing
Something or your pride
I'll be here with the kettle on
Everything'll be all right
I'll want you just the same
If you return a broken man
Take you how the road returns you
I'll give you all I can

I like to read your letters slow
(Daddy calls it Victory Mail)
Says you're gonna break your back
(laying a road through hell)
Don't know when you'll be back
(Baby get home when you can)
I'm still waiting for you
(My Alcan man)

Alcan Man

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved.

We were at a toga party nineteen eighty eight
Sheets became see through when it began to rain
In our VW bug on the interstate
Dancing at Mardi Gras 'till my beads break

And I never thought
That we'd ever get old
I couldn't even see past
Stop signs in the road
We both wore Levi jeans
We both smoked Marlboro reds
Drove to concerts in Pensacola
Slept on leaky waterbeds

Oh we ate grape pop rocks
At a cheesy drive-in show
Somewhere outside of Phoenix
Where all the cool kids go
Well I heard you died in Kentucky
You left your son a white Corvette
And your sweet daughter, Tabitha
She isn't over losing you yet
I don't know if you ever looked back
But I think we had the best summer
We were living on top of the world
And now you're six feet under

And nothing ever mattered
When the morning came
Empty cupboards, dirty covers
Nothing ever stayed the same
And nobody ever noticed
We just got older by a day
There would be so many others
Seemed we had a few to waste

And I was easy, easy
I was so easy for you
And you were lovely, lovely
The things you would do
It was never hard to love you
It was so easy to do
Don't know where the years went
But they were better with you

Oh we ate grape pop rocks
At a cheesy drive-in show
Somewhere outside of Phoenix
Where all the cool kids go
Well I heard you died in Kentucky
You left your son a white Corvette
And your sweet daughter, Tabitha
She isn't over losing you yet
I don't know if you ever looked back
But I think we had the best summer
We were living on top of the world
And now you're six feet under

Grape Pop Rocks

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved.

Our Chevy broke down in San Francisco
Two thousand miles from where I would go
We had no plan just roads to roam
Just casual friends miles from home
Unhooked our gear doors swung wide
We slept outdoors on the wild side
I held my hopes and my guitar in hand
Found our way to the steps of an old friend

There were no roads not driven
Trees uncarved, mistakes forgiven
The life I left behind me then
Can't trace those steps back home again
I'm going to make a life that's new
And I hope it brings me back to you

In a backstage room where secrets hide
With wigs and gowns and lipstick bright
I held the glue the lashes tight
Put on my stage face to dance naked all night

There were no roads not driven
Trees uncarved, mistakes forgiven
The life I left behind me then
Can't trace those steps back home again
I'm going to make a life that's new
And I hope it brings me back to you

The city's lights the fireside glow
Down to the wharf where the homeless go
A fortune told a future seen
By candlelight and hazy dreams

A gypsy smiled she touched my face
Rich or poor you'll find your place
But I was sad, alone and unbound
Just another girl lost in this town

There were no roads not driven
Trees uncarved, mistakes forgiven
The life I left behind me then
Can't trace those steps back home again
I'm going to make a life that's new
And I hope it brings me back to you

Back To You

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved.

Nobody saw me when I came in
I was dancing at The Palace
With a man who said he was Alice (yes)
And if I would take his hand
I could go to Wonderland

But when I said I'd call a taxi
Alice said"Baby, I'm a cabbie"
We stepped outside, his car was gold
The dashboard hummed, the air was cold

Something moved, spun to the side
Out of focus still looks kind of nice
Navigation don't work when stars collide
It's not the destination, it's the ride

I tried to tell him where to go
We talked and missed the exit, though
We ended up at some boxcar café
While night was fighting back the day

He was reading The Air-Conditioned Nightmare
I said"It sounds so familiar"
He said"Yeah, it's Henry Miller
How did he find the time to write?
He had two lovers and five wives"

Something moved, spun to the side
Out of focus still looks kind of nice
Navigation don't work when stars collide
It's not the destination, it's the ride

I walked the rest of the way alone
The sunrise reflected off the chrome
I lost my keys, my door was locked
And on the porch, a raven talked

He said"I think you left sanity behind
A talking bird must be a sign
Time is unraveling, don't you see?
You're living in a memory"

Something moved, spun to the side
Out of focus still looks kind of nice
Navigation don't work when stars collide
It's not the destination, it's the ride

I turned to find the cabbie there
He was holding me in his stare
He said"You forgot to pay the fare
Plus I got your keys here"

I stared him down, then shook my head"You're just a dream" I think I said
But the raven cawed"She's lost her mind
A cup of coffee, she'll be fine"

And this is how we got here
Kissed in the kitchen right there
How fast the years have gone by
Sometimes when you trip, you fly.

Alice Was A Cabbie

You Followed Me

You Will Be Loved (Kalina's Song)

You told him he should walk away
Before I even changed my name
Said I wasn’t right, I wasn't his type
But he saw right through your game

You drank too much and stayed too late
Knocked on our hotel door at half past eight
Sat on our honeymoon bed till checkout time
Everybody thought you lost your mind

Hey, Mrs. Mom of Mr. Right
If you're looking for a fight
Wanna come at me swinging
Wanna see what I'm bringing
Don't just sit there bitchin'
Meet me in the kitchen...

You tell everyone he's just a nice guy
And he is with me but you don't know why
You say he'll leave me, it's a matter of time
You drag my name through the grapevine

You say I'm not pretty and my cooking’s bland
Told him he could still find a better hand
And if he would ask, you'll put me in his past
But I think you know our love will last

Hey, Mrs. Mom of Mr. Right
If you're looking for a fight
Wanna come at me swinging
Wanna see what I'm bringing
Don't just sit there bitchin'
Meet me in the kitchen...

You raised a son with a mind of his own
But can’t stand the thought he’s finally grown
Well, I didn’t steal him—I just stood my ground
And he chose a woman who won’t back down

Hey, Mrs. Mom of Mr. Right
If you're looking for a fight
Wanna come at me swinging
Wanna see what I'm bringing
Don't just sit there bitchin'
Meet me in the kitchen...

You raised a son with a mind of his own
But can’t stand the thought he’s finally grown
Well, I didn’t steal him—I just stood my ground
And he chose a woman who won’t back down

Hey, Mrs. Mom of Mr. Right
If you're looking for a fight
Wanna come at me swinging
Wanna see what I'm bringing
Don't just sit there bitchin'
Meet me in the kitchen...

Hey, Mrs. Mom of Mr. Right
If you're looking for a fight
Wanna come at me swinging
Wanna see what I'm bringing
Don't just sit there bitchin'
Meet me in the kitchen...

Mrs. Mom Of Mr. Right

They wonder where you’re hiding
They wonder why you’ve gone
They fill the room with candles
And sing the same old song
They search the sky for answers
They whisper prayers into the wind
They ask for signs and wonders—
And wait for you to answer them

But I don't know your language
or all  the names they have for you
I only know that the silence
Can sound like your name, too
No I don't write the sermons
To try to prove that you are here
But I have felt you moving
And I have felt you near

I feel you when we break bread
In the words that are never said
In the ashes and the rain
In the aching and quiet pain
They argue if you’re cruel or kind
Or just a dream we're dreaming of
But I see you in the stars
And I feel you in the love

They preach you from the steeples
Your good words formed into blades
They draw you on their war flags
And say these are plans You made
But I wonder if you are weeping
In the ruins they left behind
They are shouting in judgment—
While you're holding up the skies

You're not the voice of thunder
You're not the curse or crown
You're the hush that comes at midnight
When the towers all fall down
You're not the law or legend
Not the missiles that fly above
You're the quiet breath of kindness
In every heart that fills with love

I see you when we break bread
In the words that are never said
In the ashes and the rain
In the aching and quiet pain
They argue if you’re cruel or kind
Or just a dream we're dreaming of
But I see you in the stars
And I feel you in the love

And maybe you’ve been silent
Because no words would do
And maybe we stopped listening
But you're trying to get through
Maybe you're still everywhere
Maybe if we all just look up
We can see you in the stars
We can feel you in the love

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