Name: Call On Me, O Taskmaster by ghijkmnop
Duration: 4 min 34 s
Description: AI-generated track with original lyrics by Jeff Noel - Copyright © 2025 by Jeff Noel


Written by Philip Cody and Sue Fink

The traffic on the boulevard
Is like a river flowing
A million racing hearts and minds
You and I will never know
What is there for me to say
I don't want to see you go away
Promise me from time to time
You think of me and you will find

I am never far away from you
Never far away from you
Wherever your heart may lead you
Whatever you're going through
I'm never far away, never far away
I am never far away from you

When busy days and moody nights
Are spinning all around you
Remember somewhere in your life
You'll always have a place to go
When you're hungry for a friend
It really doesn't matter where or when
If you're feeling lost and low
Think of me and I will know

I am never far away from you
Never far away from you
Wherever your heart may lead you
Whatever you're going through
I'm never far away, never far away
I am never far away from you

So don't cry, just say goodbye
Go and do what you've got to do
Can't you see there's a part of me
That will always be a part of you

I am never far away from you
Never far away from you
Wherever your heart may lead you
Whatever you're going through
I'm never far away, never far away
I am never far away, never far away
I am never far away
I am never far away
I am never far away (from you)




Never Far Away

Written by Philip Cody, Ken Hirsch and Ted Perlman

In the quiet hours of evening, 
Just before the morning light
Cuddled in the comfort 
Of the afterglow of night
Fired by your kisses, 
Coming long and sweet
I fall into the motion 
Of your body's gentle beat

Slow burn, baby
I do a slow burn
Slow  burn baby

In the fever of the moment, 
We move easily as one
Melt  into each other, 
Just like ice cream in the sun
Beads of perspiration, 
A trail of happy tears
The salty taste of passion, 
Every time that you are near

Slow burn, baby
Such a sweet turn
Slow 
Burn, baby

Breathless voices whisper softly in the night
Sexy eyes smolder with the lover's gift of sight
Linger in the secret places no one else can know
We do it slow, baby, do it slow

Slow burn, baby
I do a slow burn
Slow burn, baby
I do a slow burn
Slow burn, baby

Slow Burn


I got the blues for Christmas
If I could give them back I would
I got the blues for Christmas
If I could give them back I would
While y’all been here feelin jolly
I been down here feeling no damn good

My youngest son got busted
Throwin bottles at the cops
He’s got the nerve to tell me
It ain’t no biggie, pops
Tell me jolly fat man
Where is it I have failed
Should I let the little wise-ass
Spend Christmas Eve in jail

I got the blues for Christmas
If I could give them back I would
I got the blues for Christmas
If I could give them back I would
While y’all been here feelin jolly
I been down here feeling no damn good

I never had a problem
With my pretty lady boss
Until ten o’clock this mornin
At the good job I just lost
She kinda looked me over
And said baby,  this is where we part
Like she took that spikey heel of hers
And shoved it deep into my heart

I got the blues for Christmas
If I could give them back I would
I got the blues for Christmas
If I could give them back I would
While y’all been here feelin jolly
I been down here feeling no damn good

My daughter’s no ‘count boyfriend
Wrapped his Mazda ‘round a pole
He was textin my sweet baby
When, of course, he lost control
You’ve got to help him, Daddy
She begged me with a smile
Help him cause he’s gonna
Be the father of my child

I got the blues for Christmas
If I could give them back I would
I got the blues for Christmas
If I could give them back I would
While y’all been here feelin jolly
I been down here feeling no damn good


I Got The Blues For Christmas

Written by Philip Cody and Ted Perlman


I wake up aching for your tender touches in the night
A reassuring smile to fill my world with light
But in this lonely place I find no comfort anywhere
Only the echoes of your footsteps on the stair
And I keep thinking about you
And I keep hurting for you
And I'll learn to live without you

This used to be a house of love
We had a life here
This used to be a place where you and me could always be

Throughout these chilly rooms I struggle with the memory
Of all that might have been and all that used to be
There is a part of us in every nail and every board
Said a man of luxuries I know I can't afford
But I keep thinking about you
And I keep hurting for you
And I'll learn to live without you

This used to be a house of love
We had a life here
This used to be a place where you and me could always

Fall apart and come together
Give each other the strength to weather the storm
That raged around you and me

This used to be a house of love
We had a life here
This used to be a place where you and me could always be
This used to be a house of love
We had a life here
This used to be a place where you and me could always be






House Of Love

God Did It

Mother

We Are Thunder


I have sung my songs for money
For the glory and the sex
I’ve meant every damned word
Of every damned one
And this one . . .
This one is for Tex

For the upstate New York cowgirl
In the dirty cowboy boots
For all of us tramps and transplants
Who were dug up by the roots
For the California soil
In which we both now thrive
For all  the ways she makes me feel
Glad to be alive

I have sung my songs for money
For the glory and the sex
I’ve meant every damned word
Of every damned one
And this one . . .
This one is for Tex

For the secrets in her notebooks
That she happily reveals
For the poetry of her passion
That no notebook can conceal
For the songs that flow like rivers
Into oceans of surprise
For the country music goddess
Come of age before my eyes

I have sung my songs for money
For the glory and the sex
I’ve meant every damned word
Of every damned one
And this one . . .
This one is for Tex

For every grey-eyed Thursday
That I anticipate
For the cares and complications
That make her worth the wait
For all her rhymes and reasons
That help to right all wrongs
For all the ways a woman
Can make of life a song

I have sung my songs for money
For the glory and the sex
I’ve meant every damned word
Of every damned one
And this one . . .
This one is for Tex

Call On Me, O Taskmaster

ghijkmnop

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