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The Stories She Tells Collection

A Little Goes A Long Way

Cowboy Kind of Love

Sober Sundays

A tongue in cheek song about making decisions after a break up

Tissues are piled up 
a mile high 
been 6 months since I 
said good-bye
this pain 
hits me to the core
I'm  thinkin'
I don't wanna feel 
this way anymore
 
I've been going through 
old pictures
hard to know 
what to tear up
what to keep
I'm so damn tired 
from second guessing 
this whole damn thing
I haven't slept
in weeks 
 
Not sure what I'm gonna do 
trying to figure out 
how to move on without you 


Just when I think
I'm getting by
You call me up 
in the middle of the night 
Sayin you just wanna talk 
you don't wanna fight 
yeah, right...
 
 
Should I 
let it go
Leave it be 
My God it's a quarter to three
shut it down 
play it out
get mad , get mad at myself
and say 
" Cut it out" !
take your call
do nothing at all 
pull the phone from the wall
curse your name
wish you well 
or damn your lying ass to hell 
Make peace
start a war
tell you I wish
you'd never been born
Should I call a friend 
take a breath
count to 10 
and damn your lying ass 
to hell again 
have a smoke 
take a shot 
make you 
something 
that you're not 
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 


I can't call Mama
she wouldn't understand 
She'd say now sweet child 
Go on home 
stand by your man 
Try and forgive him 
if you think you can
I can't! I can't I can't
nooooooooo
oh noooo

I can't call Daddy 
He understands it all
Too well 
For 7 years 
He watched you put
his little girl through hell


Daddy always said 
you'd be off like a comet
claims he's got a bullet 
with your name on it
oh noooooooo
No Daddy nooooo

Should I

Ways to Go

Love Me

Heartbreaker From Tennessee

I sit at the bottom of a blood moon sky
Staring at the stars both fixed and falling 
I wonder
Maybe even aloud
If this is all there is down here?

These thoughts are not new to me
I have thought them all my life
But I cannot seem to give them  a name  

But If I did
It would be high and unpronounceable
Spoken in a tongue known only by me

Written with letters full of music
Scrawled in all the margins
On every single page of my 
Book of Longing

Sometimes in a delicate script
Beautiful and deft of hand
Sometimes etched so deep
the pages bleed and beg for mercy
 mercy

Maybe the wind could answer by  
Threading knowing and 
blowing it through my bare 
and broken branches.

Maybe the Sun can answer 
in its final burst of color
as it sinks beneath the horizon 
Does he know ?
I don't know
but he took my questions  with him 
when he went down

The moon is giving me comfort  
that everything will be ok...
 with her long gentle silver fingers
on the oceans face

Maybe the stars are the only ones 
that know for sure
They will lead me to the truth
 If I allow them to

The North Star whispers to me 
he has spoken with the Creator
He insisted I must do the same

 I did as the North Star asked
and I waited
and I waited


The Lion sent word
through the Comforter

He said tell her
I have read every single page
in her Book of Longing

every single word
He read every single word

Blood Moon Sky

Inspired by The Screwtape Letters and 
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies
 Psalms 25

You say you've got demons deep in your head
is that so? 
They won't leave you alone
Let's invite them to lunch lets break some bread
Sit down at the table, let's examine the fables and lies they said


[Verse 2]
Pull up a chair let's hear them explain
why they wanted to cause you such pain 
No need to fear you are stronger than you think
Let them confess their dirty deeds through their teeth as they feast
One by one let your fears flee

[Pre-chorus]

Together we can stand as one
Facing demons till they're gone
every last one
every last one

[Chorus]
Face your demons one by one
pull the masks from their faces
look them in the eyes
Ask them why they fell from God's graces
The daylight exposes
this scurrilous bunch
Let's confront them at the demons' lunch

[Verse 3]
No more accusations in the dark
You've got questions, leave your mark
This won't be the first time they fall
Sort it out once and for all 

Pass the salt let's banish the pain
Seek the truth break every chain
Pour another goblet of honest 
Now you know what makes them tick
Understand they are powerless

[Pre-chorus]
Together we can stand as one
Facing demons till they're gone
every last one


[Chorus]
Face your demons one by one
pull the masks from their faces
look them in the eyes
Ask them why they fell from God's graces
The daylight exposes
this scurrilous bunch
Let's confront them at the demons' lunch


Hand them the tab
let the demons pay the bill
A hemlock feast for the wicked beasts
This will be their last meal

THE DEMONS LUNCH

Friday night, she locks the office door
heads home up the 405
Staring at red tail lights, like a crimson tide
Playing footsie with the gas and brake
She thinks to herself.
How much more of this, can a girl take?

She's barely in the door
kicks her shoes off, 
picks the mail up off the floor
She already knows
what bills she can't afford
with a heavy sigh, she wants to cry

Ohhhhhh oooooooooooooooooo

She checks the message on her phone
"Hey girl, are you coming out tonight "?
She knows she should say no
She knows she should stay home 
and save some money, 
she doesn't have a lot
so, she texts back..."probably not"

Ohhhhhh oooooooooooooooooo
Ohhh

But she's feeling restless
Maybe even a little reckless
she's gonna go 
She thought it through 
Because this is what the cool girls do

While she does her make up
She has a couple of glasses of wine
takes her pen takes a hit
that should do it ...

She draws smokey eyes, lips stained in Tom Ford,  
blush from Sephora, heads towards the door
grabs her Birkin bag, the one she couldn't afford 
and slips on her Jimmy Choo's
because this is what the cool girls do

Driving East on Sunset
freedom doesn't feel so far away 
her front seat is her confessional 
She doesn't have to be professional
She can say what she thinks, if she's feeling off kilter
She doesn't have to use a filter
she looks in the mirror and says, 
I confess...'I know I'm a little high,
I'm just trying to get by '

10:45 she's on the dance floor
what she was worried about  
She's not worried about it anymore
She gets lost in the music 
She's flying high above the clouds
She doesn't want to come down 
In her view
This is what the cool girls do

Driving West on Sunset
freedom feels so far away 
her front seat is her confessional 
She doesn't have to be professional
She can just say what she thinks, if she's feeling off kilter
She doesn't have to use a filter
she looks in the mirror and says, 
I confess.....' I know, I'm a bit of a mess'

TWO AM...she heads back home up the 405
Staring at red tail lights, like a crimson tide
Playing footsie with the gas and brake
She thinks to herself.
how much more of this can I take?

Is this what the cool girls do? 

Are you a cool girl too ?

What The Cool Girls Do

The bailiff says...ALL RISE

The Judge sits down
He's dressed in black
A woman on the stand
She's got a wedding band 
on her left hand

He says to the courtroom, take a seat
Nods to the woman, says Ma'am,
 you may proceed

Her lawyer is on fire

He layed it all out bare
he argued all of the ways her husband didn't care
Juror number 4 is thinking about now
Even God knows, he doesn't have a prayer....

He says...
This woman you married
She stands before me now
she says you disappeared her dreams
She testified, you took a knife to her dreams 
that does sound a little extreme 
but now, she wants to make you bleed

He says, sir...
Your word is your bond, 
How do you plead
How do you respond?

The jury's starin' him down
sweat running down his back
He's trying to put a lid on an anxiety attack
it's hard to make up an excuse
when deep down he knows the truth 
he knows, he knows...

He simply says...In my defense,
 I have no defense 
I'm guilty, guilty as a man can be

Guilty
Guilty 
Guilty
Guilty as a man can be


The Judge says,  "Im taking in to account,
 all of her dreams that died at your hand,  as the law demands
Son,  you used a knife
I'm going to have to sentence you to life"


The judge bangs the gavel
And the courtroom is rattled
He says "Guilty as charged"
the courtroom goes dark

guilty
guilty
guilty as a man can be 
guilty
guilty
He's guilty as a man can be...

He opens his eyes
to his surprise
his wife is asleep by his side
He realizes It was all a bad dream 
but he knew what he'd seen

He whispers to his sleeping wife..
I just wanna live my life with you
Your dreams matter to me too 
I don't wanna break your heart
I don't wanna make you cry
I just wanna love you for the rest of your life

I don't want to be guilty
guilty
guilty
guilty as a man can be
guilty
guilty
He's guilty as a man can be....


guilty guilty guilty...
guilty
guilty
He's guilty as a man can be...

GUILTY

She says, you say you're going out 
but you don't say where...
He says, I do it every night, since when do you care?
Something's gone very wrong in this love affair...

He says, I don't have time for this 
We've been through this before
He wonders if she'll ask him to stay 
She doesn't say a word
He stares right through her
He walks out and slams the door

[Chorus]
It can't be love when you're talking at me 
Your words cut deep
and leave me undone 
It can't be love that's causing the heartache
and making our hearts break 
it's clear....

If we're not in love 
Can I ask, what are we even doing here?
 
He said, your eyes used to light up 
when I came through the door 
now when I come home, 
you don't say a word, you just stare
at the floor 
Your silence is screaming 
You don't love me anymore


She said, You said, 
You said,  I was all you'd ever
need- 
and made that promise to me 
when you got down on one knee
I hear whispers all around 
that when you go out on the town
It's plain to see
That you need more...


ohhh it can't be love
When you're talking at me 
Your words cut deep
and leave me undone 
It can't be love
that's causing the heartache
and making our hearts break 
It's clear 

If we're not in love 
damn it, what are we even doing here? 
What are we doing here ???
 
it can't be love
no no no no no , it can't be love
Where were all the signs we missed ?
that it's all come down to this ?
 
 Words unspoken
 Promises broken ...
This can't be love....
This can't be love

This can't be 
Can't be 
Can't be 
Can't be love
It can't be...

HE SAID/SHE SAID

At heart, I  am an emotionally honest, lyrically driven storyteller. I  love the written word. I love wrapping music around words in a musical story that is flavored with Indie, folk, country, classic rock,  jazz, blues, ballads anthems. 

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