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Valentine Smith

(Valentine Smith)

 

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Lord, She Bores Me

See the stewardess

Living next door to us

Matching suit and carry luggage

She knows our eyes are

Through the blinds and spying her

She smooths her stockings and frontage

So I check on her return flight

Gotta get my timing right

This is quite a production

Iíll be picking up the paper

When sheís back the morning later

Iíll make my best introduction

They call me Doctor now but I still feel the same

I won the girl next door

Now sheís wearing my last name

Whatís the story

My little piece of glory

Lord, she bores me silly

 

She takes the homefront

With children and the breakfront

I should call myself lucky

Cause Iím a man on the go-go

Head of echo-cardio

Managed care and good money

All day long I look for heartbeats on a screen

I come home at night to whatís supposed to be my dream

She stands before me

Lord, she bores me

Donít ask me to explain

She still adores me

Lord, she bores me

I still tell her Iím OK

 

At the new neighborís party

Iím talking hardening of the artery

With the neighborhood smokers

From the room on the other side

She spills a drink and caught my eye

Iím no better than a stranger

Then through a cloud of smoke it gets hard for us to see

Falls like an incense blessing empty reverie

 

She canít ignore me

Lord, she bores me

Make it stop and go away

The sad, true story

Lord, she bores me

Pretty soon Iíll go insane

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smith

© 1999 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Eternal Love

Iím living on ashes

I developed a taste, ahh but you never win

I turned my back on eternal love

Too many bad crashes

Some were close calls, ahh but you never win

I set a date with eternal love

I was born right there

Lived right there

And I died right there

I said a prayer

Drank the cup for a moment there

I never got drunk on eternal love

 

Itís not from bad living

Cause Lord knows I tried not to make those mistakes

I did my best for eternal love

Too little sinning

I could give it a try, ahh if thatís what it takes

I canít predict this eternal love

I was born right here

Died right here

Took a breath right here

I made my prayer

Passed the cup for a moment there

I couldnít get drunk on eternal love

 

Most of my friends

They walk around like they havenít a care

They never heard of eternal love

Good common sense

Tells them theyíre hungry, or theyíve had enough

They think itís love when theyíre getting it up

I was born right there

Lived right there

And I died right there

I said a prayer

Drank the cup for a moment there

Another hard swallow

A fallen tomorrow

Iím letting it all go

Eternal love

I was born right here

Died right here

Took a breath right here

I made my prayer

Passed the cup for a moment there

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smith

© 1999 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Supernatural

In the beginning there was you and me

Hoping for some miracle to believe in

Walking down the safest streets

Thinking this was death without the bleeding

We are the supernatural

We are a Love Supreme

Broken, petty thieves somehow redeemed

 

When you saw that it was good

You helped it make sense to me--infinity

When my ears couldnít hear

And these eyes would not see

You touched me

We are the supernatural

The real conspiracy

Little whiskey priests that Love received

 

Whereís the power and the glory

Whereís the trumpets heralding

Whereís the one you promised me

Itís all so ordinary

We are the supernatural

We are a Love Supreme

We are the supernatural

The real conspiracy

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smith

© 1999 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Chatham

Before she thought of what to say

He held a diamond to her face

And vowed ĎYouíll never have to live your life in fear

The writingís more than on the wall

Our folks canít clean it anymore

They did their best, left us the rest, weíll go from here

Thereís a place you wonít believe

Where the front stepís always clean

And you can teach me what it takes to make you smile

Itís just a short commute from here

Might not be heaven, but itís near

When we make it out to Chatham weíll be fine

 

ĎYouíre riding home the subway trains

Clutching your purse, counting your change

And the man across the aisle gives you a glare

You keep your eyes fixed straight ahead

And just remember what I said

Even an angel has to sometimes be prepared

Weíll be out among the trees

Far from the beggars and the thieves

They can take their world and burn it to the sky

We can live our life in peace

I think we both know what I mean

When we make it out to Chatham weíll be fine

 

ĎLet me take you worlds away

On a safe commuter train

 

ĎItís as ugly as the truth

But tell me what else can we do?

When youíre always looking forward and behind

Theyíll say Iím hateful to the core

Go ask them whoís living next door?

When we make it out to Chatham weíll be fine

 

ĎIíll be out front raking leaves

Out where every backyardís green

And the sidewalk marks the outskirts of your life

We can catch the 5:05

If our connectionís right on time

When we make it out to Chatham weíll be fineí

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smith

© 1999 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Escape To Houdiniís Grave

She takes a little skip right out of the rain

And she shakes off her umbrella

She takes the train a thousand mornings before

And she always knows the weather

I try and look at her through bloodshot eyes

And a head thatís dumb from aching

I need a shower, I could use a good shave

But she best not be mistaken

 

In my better days

I made my escape to Houdiniís grave

With a girl who didnít mind the rain

 

Too many tears had started streaking her face

I was a hoax in need of practice

Smart enough to lose her faith in love

But she still believed in magic

I know a place where the master lays

As he works his best escape twist

Put your coat on and Iíll take you today

And Iíll make a solemn promise

 

Before the setting sun

Before the setting sun is washed away

Youíre gonna take my hand, youíre gonna say my name

 

Youíre crazy lady if you look in my eyes

And believe in what theyíre showing

Smart enough to come in from the rain

But you canít follow where Iím going

 

Iím gonna make my way

Make my way back to Houdiniís grave

Make my great escape in the pouring rain

 

I donít mind the rainÖ

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smith

© 1999 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Sheís Going Underground

Theyíre selling chances at Garciaís Grocery

A 50/50, she picks up her bags and leaves

I could be wrong, but from what I see

Sheís going underground

Iíve seen a change in her I never would believe

Sheís making confidence look like a new disease

With her Must-See-TV personality

Sheís going underground

And itís down, down, down

Listen to that sound

Sheís going underground

Yes itís down, down, down

Spread the word around

Sheís going underground

Sheís going underground

Beauty has gone to sleep

And if you ask me

I donít think sheís ever waking

Sheís wearing halter tops and shades that wrap around

Sheís eating foods that I really canít pronounce

Sheís getting skinnier, rotting pound by pound

Sheís going underground

Maybe I was bad at reading the signs

Sometimes I worry myself blind

Maybe you got tired of changing your mind

And picked the best mask you could find

Tell me what should I believe?

Is being born again a question of degree?

Thereís really nothing I could say to you right now

Your evolutionís brought you to a higher ground

But when youíre growing up means youíre dying out

Youíre going underground

 

And  itís down, down, down

Listen to that sound

Sheís going underground

Yes itís down, down, down

Spread the word around

Sheís going underground

Sheís going underground

Beauty has gone to sleep

And if you ask me

I donít think sheís ever waking

Theyíre still calling up and checking their machines

Theyíre still worrying a bit obsessively

Theyíre still driving their cars too aggressively

They lay their dollars down on daily lotteries

A billion to one is still a reason to believe

But they wonít drop a dime on her memory

Sheís going underground

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smith

© 1999 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Peacetime (Reprise)

When another yearís gone by

And Iím being kissed by strangers

When another midnight strikes

And Iím dancing with the neighbors

Iíll be hiding in the crowd

But I guess thereís no escaping

Putting in the peacetime hours

My champagne buzz is fading

 

24 hours to go

Much more than this I canít be sure of

24 hours more

Is more than I care to know

 

Iíve got a future in this life

Iíve seen coming attractions

A better job and reading time

My Jesus Christ distraction

A modest home and store-bought flowers

If I can find the right arrangement

Putting in the peacetime hours

Iíll meet you at the pavement

 

Saturdays

Are something to look forward to

We stay up late and talk

We call them ďheart-to-heartsĒ

And fall asleep with a glow

Iím not alone after allÖ

 

When another yearís gone by

And weíre remembering our favorites

If nothing seems to cross my mind

Youíll say Iím such a panic

Standing in a far watchtower

High above the coastline

Iím putting in the peacetime hours

And I look for signs of life

 

24 hours to go

Much more than this I canít be sure of

24 hours more

Is more than I care to know

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smith

© 1999 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

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