Friday, February 28, 2003|
Heading down to TO for my sister's retirement shindig, so not much action here today. Great news though - looks like one of my songs may be covered by two very talented local performers, which would be a total thrill. 10:01:22 AM | permalink | Bare your teeth [] |
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Wednesday, February 19, 2003
Straw Man (Bonita's Song)
She's working late Got bills to pay She wants to put it all behind her Everything he did Everything he never said But he keeps on calling to remind her About the good old days Before they parted ways Baby what do you say (to a) Straw man, straw man Stone heart rattling in a can Talk tough, play rough Tell me when will enough be enough? She's making her own Living close to the bone It ain't easy but it's in her name Sees friends again Gets out now and then Maybe one day it'll be the same Like it was before He showed up at her door But the phone is ringing for more (and it's a) Straw man, straw man Stone heart rattling in a can Talk tough, play rough Can't see that it's not enough (to be a) Straw man, straw man Too small to understand (so he) Talk tough, play rough Tell me when will enough be enough? She's working late Deadline to make A little luck and she can get home by nine But he comes by For one more try Going to make her understand this time Did she say no? Tell him where to blow? When the steel came to the show Straw man, straw man Stone heart rattling in a can Talk tough, play rough Can't see that it's not enough (to be a) Straw man, straw man Too small to understand (so he) Talk tough, play rough Tell me when will enough be enough? Page three Murder mystery Woman found dead on the third storey Basement somewhere In the TV glare His overdosed eyes and empty stare The coward hates And desecrates Twisting the fates Straw man, straw man What a nasty little plan (he gonna) Talk tough, play rough Take his own life but that ain't enough (for a) Straw man, straw man Needs a little more blood on his hands (not just) Talk tough, play rough Tell me when will enough be enough Tell me when will enough be enough Tell me when will enough be enough © 2002 Love Pants Music Words and music by Ken Dow Genre: Alt-Rock 1:05:43 PM | permalink | Bare your teeth [] |
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Wednesday, December 11, 2002
Straw Man (Bonita's Song) She's working late Got bills to pay She wants to put it all behind her Everything he did Everything he never said But he keeps on calling to remind her About the good old days Before they parted ways Baby, what do you say? (to a) Straw man Straw man Stone heart rattling in a can Talk tough Play rough Tell me when will enough be enough? She's making her own Living close to the bone It ain't easy but it's in her name Sees friends again Gets out now and then Maybe one day it'll be the same Like it was before He showed up at her door But the phone is ringing for more (it's a) Straw man Straw man Stone heart rattling in a can Talk tough Play rough Can't see that it's not enough (to be a) Straw man Straw man Too small to understand (you don't) Talk tough Play rough Tell me when will enough be enough? She's working late Deadline to make A little luck and she'll be home by nine But he stops by For one more try Going to make her understand this time She says no Tells him where to go When the steel begins to show (from a) Straw man Straw man Stone heart rattling in a can Talk tough Play rough Can't see that it's not enough (to be a) Straw man Straw man Too small to understand (you don't) Talk tough Play rough Tell me when will enough be enough? Page three Murder mystery Woman found dead on the third story Basement somewhere In the TV glare His overdosed eyes and empty stare The coward hates And desecrates Twisting the fates (just a) Straw man Straw man What a nasty little plan Talk tough Play rough Take his own life but that ain't enough (for a) Straw man Straw man Needs a little more blood on his hands Talk tough Play rough Tell me when will enough be enough? Tell me when will enough be enough? Tell me when will enough be enough? © 2002 Love Pants Music Words and music by Ken Dow Genre: Alt-Rock |
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Monday, October 28, 2002|
Diamond boy
I could be your diamond boy I could build you a house of stone And I would never let the fire go out I would kiss the dew from your mouth Diamond boy Diamond boy You could be my ruby girl And you could lay beside me in the night And you would mend the cracks in my soul You would bend but never let go Ruby girl Ruby girl We would be an ocean of love We would feel the motion of life And we, we could travel so far We could, we could drink from the stars Diamond boy Ruby girl Diamond boy Ruby girl If only I could If only you would If only I could If only If only you would Then I wouuld be your diamond boy I would build you a house of stone And I would never let the fire go out I would kiss the dew from your mouth Diamond boy Diamond boy Diamond boy Diamond boy Diamond boy Diamond boy © 1999 Love Pants Music Words and music by Ken Dow Genre: Alt-Pop 8:06:08 AM | permalink | Bare your teeth [] |
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Sunday, October 6, 2002
Never Meant to Cry
I could tell you how it was But I doubt that you'd believe Believe the storied truth All of those tears without reprieve Cause I've seen you sip that drink With a careless hungry eye And I've felt those tender shivers But I was never meant to cry I was never meant to cry It's such a very crooked line Here among the jungle boys A little twist, a heavy spin Combat nympho smile so coy Cause I've seen you sip that drink With a careless hungry eye And I've felt those tender shivers But I was never meant to cry I was never meant to cry I have heard the whispered truth Lain awake Calcutta nights While the liars sip vermouth Long day's journey, is that right? Cause I've seen you sip that drink With a careless hungry eye And I've felt those tender shivers But I was never meant to cry I was never meant to cry I was never meant, never meant Never meant to cry I was never meant, never meant Never meant to cry I was never meant, never meant Never meant to cry Never meant to cry Nevery meant to cry © 1999 Love Pants Music Words and music by Ken Dow Genre: Alt-Rock 11:16:35 AM | permalink | Bare your teeth [] |
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Sunday, September 29, 2002
Don't Look Up
Don't look up Keep your eyes straight ahead One bright day we will count our blessings Today we count the dead I learned to pray today On my knees in my living room When the world turned to fire In the heart of desire And love faded into the gloom Don't look up Keep your eyes straight ahead One bright day we will count our blessings Today we count the dead Brothers they fell from above Sisters they took off their shoes The brave ones ran in Never came out again Now we are torn and confused Don't look up Keep your eyes straight ahead One bright day we will count our blessings Today we count the dead Is there no end to the pain Born in the souls of men? Can no love redeem Is there no holy stream Where our spirits can be cleansed? Don't look up Keep your eyes straight ahead One bright day we will count our blessings Today we count the dead I learned to pray today On my knees in my living room When the sky turned to fire In the heart of desire And love faded into the gloom Love faded into the gloom Love faded into the gloom © 2001 Love Pants Music Words and music by Ken Dow Genre: Gospel 1:57:37 AM | permalink | Bare your teeth [] |
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Tuesday, September 24, 2002
Lilah
Lilah sits in a diner in Kenora Holds a sweet cigar in her fingertips Says the food's been hell ever since Toronto Man what a trip Me I'm hauling it all back from Vancouver Never learned to live the way they do out there Fell into this truck stop and started talking to her Cause she needed a map and I needed a chair She says there's someone in Alberta Where she'll keep painting and cutting hair She draws a line on the map with her finger But it doesn't go there Funny how sometimes the world just opens up A road to a place you've never seen It's not where you're headed And it's not where you've been We toss dreams and stories to each other Shake our heads and laugh until we cry The coffee flows and the time it goes by quickly No map or sign to tell us why Funny how sometimes the world just opens up A road to a place you've never seen It's not where you're headed And it's not where you've been Lilah points to her car used to be a taxi Faded yellow in the fresh night air As she pulls out from a diner in Kenora There's a map on her dashboard that I put there Me I sit real quiet in my pickup As her taillights flicker and fade away An empty road, a yellow line So many roads and just one way Funny how sometimes the world just opens up A road to a place you've never seen It's not where you're headed And it's not where you've been Lilah oh Lilah Lilah you Lilah oh Lilah Lilah you © 2000 Love Pants Music Words and music by Ken Dow Genre: Folk Mp3 (demo) 10:21:00 PM | permalink | Bare your teeth [] |
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