I lost my keys, I lost my heart
I lost my car in the parking lot
Lost my voice, but can her sing
From the Island of Lost Things
Island of Lost Things

I lost my phone, I lost my way
Lost the hours of the day
Grandma’s ring swirled down the drain. 
To the island of lost things  
Island of Lost Things

I lost my shirt, I lost my aim
I lost the person I could blame.
I wish I could recall his name
The Island of Lost Things

My mom was not a hoarder
She threw everything away
My 45s, my favorite toys
The shoebox full of  Polaroids. 
Plastic on the good couch
Everything was always clean
A vacuum bag of treasures
In the island of lost things

I lost my wallet , my ID
Is someone else becoming me
My girlfriend’s somewhere on the seas
To the Island of Lost Things
Island of Lost Things

Island Of Lost Things

I have a small head. As a pre-teen, I had a pea-sized head. So picture me with this pair of gigantic Koss headphones on. They covered half my face, and must have weighed at least three pounds. I even wore them around the house when I wasn’t plugged in. I liked the heft and size. The foam against my ears made me feel safe. I could shut out the world around me. I could shut out my parents arguing. I could fill in the silence of a lonely unpopular shitty 7th grade where the phone wasn’t ringing off the hook with party or date offers. But I did have friends like Bowie’s Major Tom, The Kinks, Lola, and Elton’s Bennie (with his electric boots and mohair suits).  I also somehow found comfort in characters that had it way worse than me: like the sad and crazy Delta Dawn, John Prine's Vietnam Vet junkie Sam Stone, and even that deeply in need of love or meds, Eleanor Rigby.

I wasn’t a total downer. I did believe that one day t I would take off the cans (Brit talk for headphones). One day I could unplug and actually share my music with someone else- someone special and maybe a little odd like me… Maybe, at the new school next Fall? I kept on playing repeatedly and believing, “ooh-oo child things are gonna get easier. Ooh-oo child things'll get brighter…”

Jill Sobule - I Put My Headphones On

Written after a bad breakup. I might have been influenced at the time on Mushrooms

Jill Sobule - I Don't Wanna Wake Up

I realized I don't have a living will. Why spend a grand on a lawyer when I can...write a song!

I hope to live to 103
Die in my sleep peacefully
But if I get some fatal rare  disease
Unplug me.


If I walk out the door, get hit by a bus
Please tell the doctors to not make a fuss
If my diagnoses is a total bust
Unplug me


Drip drip drip goes the morphine
Blip blip blip goes my heart beat
Don’t bring me down 
Don’t bring me around
Unplug me

I hope I Live to a hundred and four
have  a heart attack on the dancefloor
If there’s not a chance, set me free
Unplug me

I can’t afford the lawyer. 
Can’t the bill
Instead I’ll write in a song. My name is Jill Sobule.
This is my living will. Is my living will

Unplug me, but before you do
Make sure it’s not just a bad cold or  flu
I know it’s not fun, but I’m counting on you
Unplug me 


Drip drip drip goes the morphine
Blip blip blip goes my heart beat
Don’t bring me down 
Don’t bring me around
Unplug me

Unplug Me

Just a Little Loving from Forever Dusty - a Dusty Springfield tribute record.

Forever Dusty: A Tribute to Dusty Springfield

Just a Little Lovin'

From Time a Love - A Laura Nyro Tribute record.

My version of "Stone Soul Picnic"

Sobule, Jill

Stoned Soul Picnic

My cover of the Peanuts classic. Recorded on my 4-track years cassette recorder years ago

It's The Thought That Counts

Christmas Time Is Here

Karen, she's my boss at the shoe store
We sell to the rich on Madison Avenue
I come in late from Brooklyn on the F train
Karen says "honey, make this your last time"
But we like her, she's firm but approachable
Dresses in style, pretty conservative
We ask her, "hey, come out with us after work"
Karen she always declines
And we talk about

Karen by night
We imagine she must lead a very dull life
With just a cat and a book by her side
We know her by day but we don't know
Karen by night

In the stockroom searching for a 9B
I overheard Karen whisper on the phone
She said, "Meet me at the club
There's a shipment coming in
And I can't pull this one off alone"
Well, I didn't know what to think
Was my mind playing tricks?
Was there more to this Karen then realized?
I had to know so I followed her home
I could not believe my eyes
And then I saw

Karen by night
The leather comes out under the moonlight
Takes off her Chanel and hops on her bike
Looking like young Marlon Brando
Karen by night

Saw her leaning on the bar with a drink in hand
And a cigarette dangling from her bright red lips
She looked like she was looking for someone
Like she was looking for a fight
Then a young blonde buck walked in
She grabbed him by the collar
Kissed him hard on the mouth
And slapped him on the cheek
Then I thought she spied me in the corner of her eye
So I ran outside, but all night all I could think about was
Karen by night

The next morning, I'm late as usual
Karen's there fresh as a daisy
She says with a smile, "You look like hell

And where were you last night?"
Karen by night
Imagine she must lead a very dull life
With just a cat or a book by her side
We know her by day but we don't know
Karen by night
The leather comes out under the moonlight
Takes off her Chanel and hops on her bike
Looking like Marlon Brando
Looking like young Marlon Brando
Wish I could be more like
Karen by night
Looking like young Marlon Brando
(Not like the old fat Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now
Karen by Night)

Karen By Night

This was a bonus track on my Underdog Victorious record. It was kind of a combo of Fat Elvis era country pop with a lesbian Lilith Fair vibe. That's the best description I can come up with.

"Well I saw a cop and she pulled me over
Well I saw a cop and she pulled me over
She asked for my ID and proof of ownership
She had on dark aviators
She had on dark aviators
Her pants were tucked inside her leather boots
I was goin' really fast
Shoulda known it couldn't last
Shoulda known when everyone slowed down

Well I saw a cop and she pulled me over
Well I saw a cop and she pulled me over
That's the reason I'm not here with you

She shot me with a radar gun
She shot me with a radar gun
And you know I'll never be the same
She shot me with a radar gun
She looked like Angie dickinson
Except her hair was black and in a braid

 
Well I was goin' awful fast
Underneath the overpass
I was tryin' to play the whole thing through

Well I saw a cop and she pulled me over
Well I saw a cop and she pulled me over
Now I think I'm really over you
Well I was goin' awful fast
Underneath the overpass
I was tryin' to play the whole thing through

Well I saw a cop and she pulled me over
Well I saw a cop and she pulled me over
Now I think I'm really over you

Yeah, now I think I'm really over you

Oh, now I think I'm really over you

Think about it. (spoken)

Jill Sobule

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