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Broke Down Town 3:260:00/3:26
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A Dog and a Guitar 5:050:00/5:05
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Rain 4:390:00/4:39
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Off the Deep End 3:150:00/3:15
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The Last Day 3:320:00/3:32
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Hardened Ground 3:290:00/3:29
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We Want What We Want 3:510:00/3:51
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Fan the Flames 3:460:00/3:46
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Tell Tale Eyes 3:280:00/3:28
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Wild Bones 3:240:00/3:24
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Mercury on Glass 4:040:00/4:04
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The Last Blue Door 3:000:00/3:00
They’re Gonna Find Out ©2007 Nancy Sferra
Just an occasional nickel and a dime
To put in the change jar at home
Tell yourself it’s to make ends meet
The difference between a bed and the street
Make a promise it’s the final time
You better be discreet
Or they’re gonna find out
The money in your pocket doesn’t make a dent in the bottom line
All it takes is creative math to throw the scent off your path
When you live above your means it’s hard to hide that flash
They’re gonna find out
Chorus: Jesus walked on water but you’re just on thin ice
You’ve lined up your reasons, you’re justified
But they’ll tighten up the vise, they’re gonna find out
New suede shoes, a diamond ring to lighten up your mood
Help yourself to whatever you need, don’t confuse what you’ve done with greed
Better enjoy the fruits of your labor, they’ll be bittersweet
They’re gonna find out
The Line ©2011 Nancy Sferra
The ticking of the clock and the humming of lights, In the kitchen in the middle of the night
Coffee’s cold and my brother can’t stay still, Sitting in that chair takes all his might
Chorus: You’re welcome to stay here if you stay clean
I’ve been hearing your excuses since you were eighteen
You’ve said them all at least a million times
You better not be giving me a line
He helps around the house and chops some wood, he honors his promise to be good
I watch him as he works and I wish for all those years, He stands just like our father stood
Chorus: He’s been through every treatment they’ve thrown his way
He hangs on for a couple years but he always strays
He’s expert at pretending that all is fine
But he’s always craving one more line
It’s nice to see him smile, he has our mother’s eyes, That’s why I could see through his lies
Winter melts to spring and before we even notice, crickets call in the heat of July
Chorus: He wiped a speck from his glasses with the tail of his shirt
Slid them back on, cleared his throat and said this might hurt
I appreciate what you’ve done for me but I think it’s time
For me to be heading down the line
Bridge: He’s my family, I hate to see him go
But deep down in my heart I think I know
It seems a little different from all the other times
When he failed to walk the line
Chorus: Standing at the station, the gray in his hair
I gave him a kiss after I paid his fare
Don’t be a stranger, call me anytime
I’ll be waiting for your voice on the line
Your Cat Is A Haunt In My Lap © 2006 Nancy Sferra
Harsh, harsh echoes in your empty room
Boxes of memories waiting to be exhumed
Your brilliant writing in tortured words
Left behind, for another time, their meaning deferred
Your voice is silenced but your message is heard
Chorus: Your cat is a haunt in my lap
I’d trade one of hers to get your life back
Your cat is a haunt in my lap
Turn around, settle down, enjoy your sweet dreams
Cold, cold hard ground, your eyes reflect the midnight sky
You finally found peace, a solitary goodbye
You were so hopeful when you tried to start clean
You moved in, caught your breath, had a routine
‘Til you freed your soul in this cold, dark ravine
Chorus: Your cat is a haunt in my lap
Reminds me of times that I’ll never get back
Your cat is a haunt in my lap
Turn around, settle down, enjoy your sweet dreams
Hushed, hushed whispers, friends search for something to say
We all have problems keeping our demons at bay
He seemed quite happy, we thought he could cope
But he lost his balance on the thin tight rope
One last grasp for that ring of hope
Smoke and Bone
© 2011 Nancy Sferra
Smokey eyes and voice to match, legs a mile long
He’s what we call a catch, his back is straight and strong
He has that carefree, laid-back stance, wears boots with pointy toes
He’ll put you in a trance, and never let you go
Chorus: That man can smell a fool from miles away
He’ll chew you up and spit you out, he’ll leave you in a daze
And when you come around, you’ll find you’re all alone
And all that will be left is smoke and bone
He takes you to the trendy places, knows the maitre d
I’ll take you to your table sir, bring your bottle of chablis
You see the other diners watch as the two of you go past
With the gorgeous man upon your arm, you feel like upper class
Bridge: Part way through the conversation, you go absentee
The wine does better talking than present company
Gazing through the candle light, smoke gets in your eyes
Your blood is pounding in your ears, he’s got you hypnotized
Quiche Lorraine ©2012 Nancy Sferra
Candles in the kitchen, ain't got no flame
My old man, he ain't got no game
Standing by the stove with his apron on
What he said next set off my smoke alarm
He said wait til you try my quiche lorraine
I thought he was talking about a woman by that name
I got the chicken cordon blues
Cause I found out I was being used
He had me try out dishes with fancy names
That I bet he was serving to that Quiche Lorraine
Kidney bordelaise and cheese fondue
I believe I've already paid my dues
No matter how fine he might look
Mama said never trust a skinny cook
I couldn't put his Lorraine out of my mind
And I must admit my thoughts weren't very kind
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a book
About mushrooms that we kept in our breakfast nook
A mushroom book we kept in our breakfast nook
Ain't no sizzle in the pan
I miss the cooking of my dead old man
Cream corn and potatoes, plain white bread
Some unidentifiable yellow spread
This jailhouse food is kinda plain
But once a month they serve us quiche Lorraine
Long, Long Legs © 2008 Nancy Sferra
She’s got long, long legs and high cheekbones
Got a rich, rich daddy, showers her with ice white stones
She turns every head when she walks in a room
Leaves me in the wake of expensive perfume
Well, how can I compete with that
Drives a Mercedes Benz, wears a white fur coat
Serves fine champagne on her long, long boat
She lures all the men with a crook of her finger
Has her way with the young gunslingers
Well, how can I compete with that
Bridge: Well, I’m five foot four and drive an old Tercel
And my poor, poor daddy’s in the county jail
Has a house in the summer, has a house in the winter
Has a question bout wine, has a personal vintner
She puts out word bout her party by the bay
She’ll get every man from fifty miles away
Well, how can I compete with that
Life’s Okay ©2008 Nancy Sferra
I’m working like a dog, can’t see another sunrise
I’m staying one step ahead of the next surprise
My car runs just fine when it’s going downhill
Collecting flies and mud in the dented front grill
But life’s okay cause I’ve got you by my side
We work real hard to keep each other sane
And you help me push my car into the breakdown lane
I’m working like a dog to make ends meet
Praying some machine won’t make me obsolete
The past due notices arrive in the mail
We move once again to get them off of our trail
But life’s okay cause I’ve got you by my side
You pull the car into the tow-away zone
And you help me load her up with everything I own
I’m working like a dog, can’t get enough sleep
The back seat is pretty small in my rusty old heap
I’m still wide awake a quarter til ten
Let’s just fill her up and hit the road again
Yes, life’s okay cause I’ve got you by my side
We’re just flying by the seat of our pants
Let’s hit another town and take one more chance
Circles Round My Head © 2005 Nancy Sferra
Am I crazy or just confused
Not sure how I left your ego bruised
Silent treatment is driving me out of my mind
Like talking to the dead, running circles round my head
If it’s not one thing, it’s another
Last week you said you hate my mother
Wonder what you think of the poor old dog
Make my body feel like lead, running circles round my head
Chorus: When we first met you knocked me out
You were the one, there was no doubt
But there were signs I should have read
If I were smart I should have fled
Just a night out with the guys
Never figured I’d get wise
Forgot to hide all the evidence
Can’t believe a word you said, running circles round my head
Repeat Chorus
We best talk and figure this out
Don’t you give me that look of doubt
I don’t think there’s much that’s best left unsaid
Time to lie in your made bed, running circles round my head
Time to lie in your made bed, running circles round my head
Time to lie in your made bed, running circles round my head
Cheap Champagne © 2005 Nancy Sferra
I love your rusty Ford, zero to thirty with the pedal floored, won’t you take me out driving
Vinyl seats and three on the tree, worn floor mats and an old CB, I feel our love is thriving
Bridge: I love you the way you are, I wouldn’t change a thing
Chorus: I don’t need a brand new car, fine wine or caviar
I love you the way you are, so open up some cheap champagne
I love your flannel shirts, faded jeans stained with dirt, baby, let’s go out dancing
Steel-toed boots and woolen cap, nappy plaid with fur lined flaps, let’s just keep on romancing
Bridge: I love you the way you are, I wouldn’t change a thing
Chorus 2: I don’t need a diamond ring, don’t buy me anything
I love you the way you are, so open up some cheap champagne
I love your milk crate shelves, posters you’ve had since you were twelve,
Why don’t we stay in tonight
I love your paper plates and fine Chinette in your estate, and fast food dinners by candlelight
Bridge: I love you the way you are, I wouldn’t change a thing
Chorus 3: I don’t need haute cuisine, or a chauffer and limousine
I love you the way you are, so open up some cheap champagne
Brash © 2011 Nancy Sferra
Loves his wine and fancy cars, impress the girls in backlit bars
Flashes his false pedigree
Likes money more than common sense, he’d rob his mom for stuff to fence
Then flash his cash for everyone to see
When he hits the light of day, his schemes seem over exposed
He says you need to pay to play and when he just melts away
You know that you’ve just been hosed
Night time comes, shadows fall, he slinks along the darkened walls
Looking for someone new to roll
As he steps out from the black, one eye in front and one in back
Just in case he’s followed by a mole
With pockets weighted down full of cash, it’s hard to run from enemies he knows
He’s known for being brash, he likes to do the dine and dash
After getting the waitress totally snowed
He’s out there looking for a pawn, someone new that he can con
Lays it on until they drop their guard
He gets them all to play his game, until it all goes up in flames
It all collapses like a house of cards
He picks himself up and reshuffles the deck
And heads back out on the street
He passes off a few bad checks, shrugs it off, what the heck
He has something new up his sleeve