She don't want to be told that she's beautiful
I understand Because that's just a line
And do you mean it if you tell someone they're wonderful
If you say that to people all the time
Now why would I tell her that she's perfect
Nobody's perfect, not even the best
I just want to tell her that I like her and that I think about her sometimes
I just want to spend some time with her
Singing and playing the guitar
Dancing underneath the moonlight
And gazing at the stars
Now if I told her that she was beautiful
It wouldn't be a lie
The first time that I saw her
All I could do was smile
She smiled right back at me
I didn't know what to do next
I'm still wondering
What would be best
I just want to spend some time with her
Singing and playing the guitar
Dancing underneath the moonlight
And gazing at the stars
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She don't want to be told that she's beautiful
I understand Because that's just a line
And do you mean it if you tell someone they're wonderful
If you say that to people all the time
Now why would I tell her that she's perfect
Nobody's perfect, not even the best
I just want to tell her that I like her and that I think about her sometimes
I just want to spend some time with her
Singing and playing the guitar
Dancing underneath the moonlight
And gazing at the stars
Now if I told her that she was beautiful
It wouldn't be a lie
The first time that I saw her
All I could do was smile
She smiled right back at me
I didn't know what to do next
I'm still wondering
What would be best
I just want to spend some time with her
Singing and playing the guitar
Dancing underneath the moonlight
And gazing at the stars
Champagne Patty loved caviar
She loved my money and she loved my car
The nights are long when you sleep alone
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HAVING MYSELF A STRESSFUL CHRISTMAS TIME
Having myself a stressful christmas time,
Almost lost everything that was mine,
Spending all my time, rebuilding my life,
And I'm grateful to be alive,
At ten thirty I smelled smoke,
Checked the fireplace and the stove,
Then through a window, I saw there was smoke,
Coming out the basement door,
I told evryone to get out,
Because there was a fire in the house,
Then I went next door, and told the neighbor,
That the house was burning down,
So they dialed 911
And the firefighters they did come
To put the fire out
That was burning down
Our pink colored house
Many friends have helped me out,
With money, clothes and a couch,
When I was in need, then my friends indeed,
Were there to help me out,
I had to scavenge through my own roo
To separate what was gone from what was good
The smell it was so bad
Sometimes it made me mad
But what else could I do
Having myself a stressful Christmas time,
Almost lost everything that was mine,
Spending all my time, rebuilding my life,
And I'm grateful to be alive,
I RIDE MY BICYCLE MP3
Round and round the town we go on our bicycles,
Round and round our pedals go, moving fast, moving slow,
Up and down the hills we go, huffing, puffing as we go,
Riding to the greatest places you could want to go.
I ride my bicycle to work every day,
And I take my bicycle, home every night,
Dealing with cars, who get in my way, and,
Dealing with potholes left and right.
And, when I ride, my bicycle at night.
I use a handle bar head light.
So I can see where I'm going.
I ride my bicycle to the grocery store,
And I take my bicycle, when I run my chores,
Dealing with drivers who yell, get out of the way,
Because they think I ride my bike real slow.
I try to ride, my bicycle really safe because,
I don't think that roads are safe for race.
I watch out for cars, cuz cars are dangerous,
I watch out for trucks, cuz trucks endanger us,
I keep my eyes upon the road.
Round and Round the country we go, on our bicycles,
Round and round our wheels go, clicking, ticking as they go,
Up and down the hills we go, building muscles as we go,
Riding to the greatest places you could want to go.
Lyrics By Greg Spence Wolf and Paul Glover
Music By Greg Spence Wolf
She don't want to be told that she's beautiful
I understand Because that's just a line
And do you mean it if you tell someone they're wonderful
If you say that to people all the time
Now why would I tell her that she's perfect
Nobody's perfect, not even the best
I just want to tell her that I like her and that I think about her sometimes
I just want to spend some time with her
Singing and playing the guitar
Dancing underneath the moonlight
And gazing at the stars
Now if I told her that she was beautiful
It wouldn't be a lie
The first time that I saw her
All I could do was smile
She smiled right back at me
I didn't know what to do next
I'm still wondering
What would be best
I just want to spend some time with her
Singing and playing the guitar
Dancing underneath the moonlight
And gazing at the stars
I'm A Righteous Dumpster Diver Dude
live at the Green Bean Coffee House
Open Mic
Wednesdays 7-9 PM
206-706-4587
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The art was edited by "The Gimp"
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I'M A RIGHTEOUS DUMPSTER DIVER DUDE
I'm a righteous dumpster diver dude.
I get all of my apparel,
From the bottom of a barrel.
All my favorite music,
Someone else refused it,
My letterhead has many styles,
Because it comes from the circular file.
Yes, I'm a righteous dumpster diver dude.
If it's in a bottle or a can,
Then I figure that I can,
Eat it all up,
Without throwing up!
I go to Campus every spring,
To look for all of the good things,
That people throw away,
Because they go away.
ç Greg Spence Wolf, Lisa Rosenthal & Steve Burke
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Down at the Farmer's Market they play those great old songs,
Bring your fiddle, rosin your bow and you can play along,
The kids are dancing while the parents are shopping,
The band is jamming and the quarters are dropping,
Down at the Farmer's Market they sell organic produce,
Frsh baked bread, so much for you to choose from,
Hand made crafts right off the rack,
Sold by the people who produce them,
Down at the farmer's Market they play those great old songs,
And if you know the words then you can sing along,
The kids are dancing while the parents are shopping,
The band is jamming and the quarters are dropping,
I once bought a back pack from a farmers' market vendor,
It lasted seven years, for me that's a record,
Hand made crafts are made to last,
And when you buy them from the maker, they are cheaper,
Down at the farmer's market they play those great old tunes,
And I'm sure if you made a request, they'd play one for you,
The kids are dancing while the parents areshopping,
The band is jamming and the quarters are dropping.
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SISTERS IN DISARMAMENT
Every Thursday afternoon
At Westlake Center
Women dressed in Black gather together
They stand in silence
In defiance
of the violence
Of their government
Holding signs that say no war,
Not in our name,
Our grief is not a call to war,
They're not an organization,
They're a loose knit affiliation,
Of women who stand for peace.
They stand for peace,
They stand for justice,
They stand for freedom,
For everyone not just us,
There's a gaggle of Grannies,
Who've gotten off of their fannies,
And started singing songs for peacce,
They sing satire,
And wear funny attire,
And set the crowd on fire,
When they sing their songs for peace,
They don't have no cd's,
Not hat for money,
They're just singing about what they believe,
They take old songs you already know
And change the words to be about what's going on in the world today
You already know the melody
I'm sure you can figure out the parody
And sing along with the Raging Grannies
At the next peace rally
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Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting
I'm through with doubt
There's nothing left for me to figure out
I've paid a price
And I'll keep paying
I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell and
I don't have time to go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
'Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should
I know you said
Can't you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it
I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don't mind sayin'
It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Sayin' that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over
I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell and
I don't have time to go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
'Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should
I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell and
I don't have time to go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
'Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting
Heather is Beautiful inside and out
She's the most beautiful girl
When I am dancing with Heather and the stars are out
I am on top of the world
Waltzing or two-stepping
Leading or following
It doesn't matter to me
As long as she's smiling and having a good time
I am so very happy
When I look into her eyes then I see paradise
I want to look into her eyes and see paradise
every day and every night