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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

I’ll be picking up the paper

When she’s back the morning later

I’ll make my best introduction

They call me Doctor now but I still feel the same

I won the girl next door

Now she’s wearing my last name

What’s 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 I’m 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 what’s supposed to be my dream

She stands before me

Lord, she bores me

Don’t ask me to explain

She still adores me

Lord, she bores me

I still tell her I’m OK

 

At the new neighbor’s party

I’m talking hardening of the artery

With the neighborhood smokers

From the room on the other side

She spills a drink and caught my eye

I’m 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 can’t ignore me

Lord, she bores me

Make it stop and go away

The sad, true story

Lord, she bores me

Pretty soon I’ll go insane

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smith

© 1999 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Eternal Love

I’m 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

 

It’s 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 that’s what it takes

I can’t 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 couldn’t get drunk on eternal love

 

Most of my friends

They walk around like they haven’t a care

They never heard of eternal love

Good common sense

Tells them they’re hungry, or they’ve had enough

They think it’s love when they’re 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

I’m 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 couldn’t hear

And these eyes would not see

You touched me

We are the supernatural

The real conspiracy

Little whiskey priests that Love received

 

Where’s the power and the glory

Where’s the trumpets heralding

Where’s the one you promised me

It’s 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 ‘You’ll never have to live your life in fear

The writing’s more than on the wall

Our folks can’t clean it anymore

They did their best, left us the rest, we’ll go from here

There’s a place you won’t believe

Where the front step’s always clean

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

It’s just a short commute from here

Might not be heaven, but it’s near

When we make it out to Chatham we’ll be fine

 

‘You’re 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

We’ll 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 we’ll be fine

 

‘Let me take you worlds away

On a safe commuter train

 

‘It’s as ugly as the truth

But tell me what else can we do?

When you’re always looking forward and behind

They’ll say I’m hateful to the core

Go ask them who’s living next door?

When we make it out to Chatham we’ll be fine

 

‘I’ll be out front raking leaves

Out where every backyard’s green

And the sidewalk marks the outskirts of your life

We can catch the 5:05

If our connection’s right on time

When we make it out to Chatham we’ll be fine’

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smith

© 1999 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Escape To Houdini’s 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 that’s 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 Houdini’s grave

With a girl who didn’t 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 I’ll take you today

And I’ll make a solemn promise

 

Before the setting sun

Before the setting sun is washed away

You’re gonna take my hand, you’re gonna say my name

 

You’re crazy lady if you look in my eyes

And believe in what they’re showing

Smart enough to come in from the rain

But you can’t follow where I’m going

 

I’m gonna make my way

Make my way back to Houdini’s grave

Make my great escape in the pouring rain

 

I don’t mind the rain…

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smith

© 1999 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

She’s Going Underground

They’re selling chances at Garcia’s Grocery

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

I could be wrong, but from what I see

She’s going underground

I’ve seen a change in her I never would believe

She’s making confidence look like a new disease

With her Must-See-TV personality

She’s going underground

And it’s down, down, down

Listen to that sound

She’s going underground

Yes it’s down, down, down

Spread the word around

She’s going underground

She’s going underground

Beauty has gone to sleep

And if you ask me

I don’t think she’s ever waking

She’s wearing halter tops and shades that wrap around

She’s eating foods that I really can’t pronounce

She’s getting skinnier, rotting pound by pound

She’s 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?

There’s really nothing I could say to you right now

Your evolution’s brought you to a higher ground

But when you’re growing up means you’re dying out

You’re going underground

 

And  it’s down, down, down

Listen to that sound

She’s going underground

Yes it’s down, down, down

Spread the word around

She’s going underground

She’s going underground

Beauty has gone to sleep

And if you ask me

I don’t think she’s ever waking

They’re still calling up and checking their machines

They’re still worrying a bit obsessively

They’re 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 won’t drop a dime on her memory

She’s going underground

 

by Bill McGarvey and Stephen Dima

From Valentine Smith

© 1999 Billy Liar Music, BMI

 

 

Peacetime (Reprise)

When another year’s gone by

And I’m being kissed by strangers

When another midnight strikes

And I’m dancing with the neighbors

I’ll be hiding in the crowd

But I guess there’s no escaping

Putting in the peacetime hours

My champagne buzz is fading

 

24 hours to go

Much more than this I can’t be sure of

24 hours more

Is more than I care to know

 

I’ve got a future in this life

I’ve 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

I’ll meet you at the pavement

 

Saturdays

Are something to look forward to

We stay up late and talk

We call them “heart-to-hearts”

And fall asleep with a glow

I’m not alone after all…

 

When another year’s gone by

And we’re remembering our favorites

If nothing seems to cross my mind

You’ll say I’m such a panic

Standing in a far watchtower

High above the coastline

I’m putting in the peacetime hours

And I look for signs of life

 

24 hours to go

Much more than this I can’t 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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