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If I made you laugh forever

If you smiled until you died

If the stars lined up together

Like they do from time to time

Would it be all fine?

If itís not enough, enough

And the times are tough on love

If youíd like a game of chance

And you live for Truth or Dare

Part of you wants to make it

Part of you needs to take your time

If Iím on the last leg of my pants

And youíre still trying to find a chair

Itís gonna be hard to make it

If Iím the only naked one

So you pushed me now to shove

Thatís no way to fall in love

So what if you want me to stay

So now that weíre alright, just get away

So what if you want me to stay

Away

And I canít leave

 

If itís not enough, enough

And the times are tough, so tough

So what if you want me to stay

So give me a reason to anyway

So what if you want me to stay

Away

So what if you want me to stay

So now that Iíve come home, just run away

So what if you want me to stay

Away

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Bill McGarveyís Tell Your Mother

© 2003 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Tell Your Mother

I guarantee youíll feel a whole lot better

If you put it all down into a first-class letter

Make sure youíve got the nine-digit zip code

Then throw it right out of your bedroom window

A little layer of wake up makeup

Sheís playing games with the ladies in waiting

Dressing in styles to fit their conversations

So many skinny girls in a rock n roll nation

Iím gonna tell your mother

I think I found her long lost baby tonight

Pretty soon someoneíll turn up and spot you

Take you home when they see right through your disguise

 

Look at you with your cigarette poses

You suck it all down, taking lethal doses

Working on your frozen moments

As a child you screamed for your ice cream cones and

You probably have a big brother

He liked to tease you when your friends came over

Scaring the boy youíd taken to your prom

You swore you would kill him when you got home

Iím gonna tell your father

I think I found his long gone baby tonight

Pretty soon someoneíll sneak up behind you

Take you home when they see right through your disguise

Donít even bother asking

Youíre all alone and Iím scared of what youíre gonna find

 

A little layer of wake up makeup

You play the games with the ladies in waiting

Making the room feel a few degrees colder

Itís the price you got to pay when youíre trying to get over

Iím gonna tell your mother

I think I found her long lost baby tonight

Pretty soon someoneíll slip up and kiss you

Take you home when they see right through your disguise

Iím gonna tell your father

I think I found his long gone baby tonight

Pretty soon someoneíll show up and hold you

Take you home when they see right through your disguise

 

Iíll tell your big brother

Heíll take you home and give you a piece of his mind

Iím taking you over and over

Iíll take you on so I can take you right off my mind

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Bill McGarveyís Tell Your Mother

© 2003 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

5 oíclock Hero

I get home early

Little man, little feet

First-time winner, fifth grade spelling bee

Momís in the kitchen, sheís defrosting meat

Dadís in his corner living room seat

Mom says ďOK, spell F-A-I-L-U-R-E for me.Ē

ďNo, no instead let me show you what it meansĒ

Send him on home

The 5 oíclock hero

 

Dad is staring at the TV screen

Cartoons are on but the sound is weak

Coyote chases that roadrunner again

Takes another sledgehammer to the head

I wonder how long before he kills that bird dead

Send him on home

The 5 oíclock hero

 

And all the self-help books on every shelf canít help us now

To all the unread Winners and to our dusty Personal Power

 

The palm behind the crucifix from a Sunday so long past

It welcomed him to Jerusalem on the back of a borrowed ass

Tonight, tonight I brush my teeth and then hurry back to bed

Tonight, tonight I sleep so hard I resurrect the dead

Send him on home

Heís the 5 oíclock hero

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Bill McGarveyís Tell Your Mother

© 2003 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Now

Something must be burning

Cause girl, I know youíre cooking

Itíll always be your life

Setting up the table

Biting back your anger

Polish up your forks and knives

Are you hungry now?

Come sit down

Itís over now

You should be proud

 

Hear the neighborís dogs

Barking at the summer

And Octoberís nearly done

No one wants to tell them

The sunís already lifted

And thereís no more warmth to come

Itís over now

But they still howl

They found us out

Those useless hounds

 

Youíre so good

Youíre so sweet

Youíre a reason to make ends meet

If I only knew how

Lucky days in a week

Seven chances for relief

What more do you need now?

 

We feel like a painting

A frozen little moment

That almost comes alive

You donít need a critic

Or any great appreciation

To see that somethingís died

Weíre older now

Itís all around

Weíre tired out

We canít sleep now

 

Life is good

Life is sweet

But then Iím living on memory

Iíll have to teach me how

Lucky days in a week

Seven chances at misery

What more do you need now?

 

Itís over now

Take your bows

An empty house

Your finest hour

 

Youíre so good

Youíre so sweet

Youíre a reason to make ends meet

If I only knew how

Any day of the week

A little bit of our masterpiece

The paintís all dried up now

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Bill McGarveyís Tell Your Mother

© 2003 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Jericho Smile

Sheís never heard of Texas

Sheís camped out in Queens

Her motherís bought her a Lexus

Sheís a clean machine

She was crying in a bank

When we first met

Filling out a deposit slip

She broke down instead

 

Sheí gonna be just fine

Sheís got a Jericho smile

 

Thereís a room where she walks round in circles

And where she says all her prayers

Four walls closing in on her

Itís like theyíre not even there

 

Sheí gonna be just fine

Sheí gonna be just fine

Sheís got a Jericho smile

 

Thatís OK

Let them laugh and shout her away

Let them forget the sound of her name

And tremble at the site of her face

Let her walls fall down, sheís not that strong

Maybe itís good enough to just carry on

 

Sheí gonna be just fine

Sheí gonna be just fine

Sheís got a Jericho smile

 

by Bill McGarvey and Eric de Picciotto

From Bill McGarveyís Tell Your Mother

© 2003 Good Thief Music, BMI, Caught in the Rain Music

 

 

Look What Youíve Done To Me

Maybe Iím not strong enough

Iím always sure Iím about to fold

Iím waiting here by the phone

The longest cord into a tiny hole

Look what youíve done to me

Iím an idea changing hands

Batteries for a Christmas tree

You forget that Iím your man

Forget Iím your man

 

Maybe Iím not smart enough

You know the things that I canít stand

Put up with the stupid stuff

I know those things werenít in your plans

Look what youíve done to me

Iím a dollar in your hands

Save it up for emergencies

You should spend it while you can

While you still can

 

Look what youíve done to me

Iím a friend but not your fan

Tell me off, tell me anything

I swear Iíll try to understand

 

Maybe Iím not sure enough

I always doubt whatís right in my hands

Try again but sure enough

It always feels like my last chance

Look what youíve done to me

Iím an idea changing hands

Looks like your done with me

Iím a failure as a man

Still Iím your man

 

by Bill McGarvey

From Bill McGarveyís Tell Your Mother

© 2003 Good Thief Music, BMI

 

 

Settle Down (Ballad of the Cornfed beauty)

Sheís a corn-fed beauty who sleeps on a boat

She works three cubes down, but she lives on the phone

Sheís got a caffeine smile and she spit when she spoke

I just might be in love

Settle down

 

She wears mini-skirts and sweaters that donít quite fit

Sheís got bright green eyes that just wonít quit

The Spanish boys on the block blow her whistles and a kiss

But they donít cross her mind

Settle down

 

From the corner of my eye I can see her now

Tapping a No. 2 pencil to her plucked eyebrow

I should have left my head in the lost and found

A long, long time ago

Settle down

 

by Bill McGarvey

From Bill McGarveyís Tell Your Mother

© 2003 Good Thief Music, BMI

 

 

You Do It All Yourself

You do it all yourself

You do it all yourself

Saving up your time

Holding up your life

You do it all yourself

 

Sentimental fools

Theyíre giving pretty cards and cash to drunken grooms

Borrowed and blue

Youíre moving without a sound

You do it all yourself

You do it all yourself

Saving up your time

Holding up your life

You do it all yourself

 

Nobody walked you home from school

So you found your way alone and learned too soon

Innocent and cruel

Takes you a long way down

 

You can never be too careful

You never were too kind

You never let yourself be cared for

You play the victim and commit the crime

You do it all yourself

You do it all yourself

Saving up your time

Calling it a life

You do it all yourself

 

by Bill McGarvey

From Bill McGarveyís Tell Your Mother

© 2003 Good Thief Music, BMI

 

 

Hang On

Thereís dirty laundry thrown out all over Woodbine Avenue

No one knows what itís doing there, but we both do

Now, I donít care if no one gets the joke

I look at you, but Iím just a camera

Your eyes stare back like West Philadelphia

Sad and strong, but hiding something true

 

Iíve fallen down trying to catch up to you

Iíve stumbled down all the wrong avenues

Iím coming strong and someday Iíll be there too

Hang on

 

This city lost itís love on the day you died

And freedomís just become one more waste of time

Now Independence Day can go to hell

Letís take a walk down Island Avenue

Iíve fixed the sidewalks and the street for you

But you wonít know, your feet wonít touch the ground

I canít let you down, please hang on

 

Iíve fallen down trying to catch up to you

Iíve wandered down alleys and avenues

Iím coming strong and someday Iíll be there too

Hang on

 

Little Kierstenís learning how to grab the moon

Now, she canít speak a word but she reaches you

Her mother says that sheís the Lamb of God

She can reach that far

Please hang on

 

Iíve fallen down trying to get close to you

Iíve stumbled down alleys and avenues

Iím coming on and someday Iíll be with you

Hang on

 

Iíve fallen down trying to catch up to you

Iíve wandered down all the wrong avenues

I promise you, someday Iíll be there too

Hang on

 

by Bill McGarvey

From Bill McGarveyís Tell Your Mother

© 2003 Good Thief Music, BMI

 

 

Thatís What You Get

My sorry was great

Did you hear what I said?

Straight from the heart of a man you thought was ten years dead

Donít walk away

Donít go to bed

My sorry was late

But thatís what you get

 

I was waiting for rain

A kid on the corner

My sister would call out my name

ďYou should be indoorsĒ

But thereís no running away

From where you were meant

The rain came in sheets

Dropped me to my knees

Thatís what you get

 

Away

Please stay away

Away

Please take me away

 

Itís one for your time

And two to forget

By three youíre alone

Walking yourself home

Thatís what you get

 

Waste

What a waste

Waste

Wasting away

 

Itís one for your time

And two youíll forget

By three youíre alone

Walking yourself home

Thatís what you get

 

When nothing is left

Except the words that you said

Thatís what you get

 

Come on and kiss me goodbye

And curse me under your breath

Thatís what you get

 

by Bill McGarvey

From Bill McGarveyís Tell Your Mother

© 2003 Good Thief Music, BMI

 

 

Standing Next To Gloria Steinem

Thatís when I claimed you for mine

I saw you first on the downtown green line

Your arm was pressed against mine

Weíre riding local with the whole East Side

Peeping-Toming to your conversation

Your crazy rhythm and your animation

 

Youíre maybe 5í 5Ē

Strawberry blonde and blue-green eyes

Going off for a while

On Indie films and cheap sub-titles

I turned to see who you were talking to

I stood there paralyzed

Holding the strap right next to you

I still canít believe my eyes

You were standing next to Gloria Steinem

 

Iíd like to ask for your name

Standing next to Gloria Steinem

But what would Gloria say?

Standing next to Gloria Steinem

Staring back at you from bug-eyed glasses from 1973

Wanted to rescue you with free bus passes

But Iím not sure you wanted to be

You were standing next to Gloria Steinem

Little lamb youíre riding next to a lion

Save a little space for one of my kind

And take a chance on me

 

You positively glow

She speaks to you in her famous monotone

Her voice is serious and low

Itís Gloriaís stop and she gets ready to go

She whispers something that starts you blushing

She smiles at me then disappears in the rushing

You were standing next to Gloria Steinem

We must be living in dangerous times

Save a little space for one of my kind

And take a chance on me

You were standing next to Gloria Steinem

You, me and Gloria we make quite an item

You build the walls and I promise to climb them

Someday youíll fall for me

 

by Bill McGarvey

From Bill McGarveyís Tell Your Mother

© 2003 Good Thief Music, BMI

 

 

Outside the Lines

I followed you the other day

Took me ten blocks out of my way

But I didnít mind at all

You were trying hard to look so mean

Clutching your Home magazine

So I laughed and then you saw

Can you smile?

Thereís something I want you to know

 

I went without a face

And tried to look for you in unknown places

Where I knew no one at all

And as the day stretched into years

I became best friends with my worst fears

I was hopeless and so small

And I tried, tried, tried

To be someone I thought you should know

Thatís why

I take my life

Outside the lines

 

Itís taken me a long, long time

To move beyond a childís life

And start feeling like a man

Your pretty face inspired me

To mow your lawn and rake your leaves

If I only knew your name

But youíre fine, fine, fine

Youíll never let your coffee get cold

For your sweet, cream high

Iíd take my life

Outside the lines

 

Now, Iíve followed you through Donít Walk signs

And crossed outside the yellow lines

But you never notice me

And I donít care what my friends say

I might jay walk my life away

To prove that Iím for real

And sometime

When the red lights start making you blind

For your tired eyes

Iíll take my life

Outside the lines

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Bill McGarveyís Tell Your Mother

© 2003 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

I Hear Voices

I heard some footsteps falling

Behind the back porch door

I told myself all night

Itís the wind and nothing more

At night when I hear voices

At night when I hear voices

They sound like you

 

You may not always love me

Some dreams we cut in half

Our friends have goals and plans

Iím not sure what we have

At night when I hear voices

At night when I hear voices

They call your name

 

I save a snapshot photo

One where I made you smile

Inside a plastic holder

To prove my mindís not gone wild

At night when I hear voices

At night when I hear voices

They sound like you

 

by Bill McGarvey

From Bill McGarveyís Tell Your Mother

© 2003 Good Thief Music, BMI

 

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