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Make Time
02:17
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I'm not the type to go to extremes but I can do that
Once in a while I pull a big surprise out of my hat
I finally found what I was meant to do
And darling when it comes to loving you
Honey, I would make time
Darling, I would make time
Like anyone I've got a lotta little things on my plate (Make time, make time)
But when it comes down to being 'round you I won't hesitate
The world can wait another week or two
Let'em line up 'til I get to you
Honey, I would make time (Make time, make time)
Darling, I would make time (Make time, make time)
(Make time, make time)
I finally found what I was meant to do
Let'em line up 'til I get to you
The world can wait and let'em line up 'til I get to you and
I finally found what I was meant to do and darling that is
The world can wait and let'em line up 'til I get to you and
I finally found what I was meant to do and darling that is
The world can wait and let'em line up 'til I get to you and
I finally found what I was meant to do
And darling that is loving you
Honey, I would make time (Make time, make time)
Darling, I would make time (Make time, make time)
Sugar, I would make time (Make time, make time)
You know I would make time (Make time, make time)
(Make time, make time)
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The topic of the day: the problematic mysteries of love
Try'n to quantify the who's and what's and whys
Makes a boring dissertation
How should we proceed? Forget everything you have known 'til now
Put your pride aside, quit floating with the tide
And the patent complications
I'm serious here! Do you see me laughing?
Your heart knows what to do
Puttin pressure on love will never make it happen
It's the kind of thing you fall into
Like you didn't know, losing balance makes you find your feet
Cathartic for the soul, relinquishing control
Confident that all will work out
So, when I give the word, make sure we are put together well
Leave it all to me. Endeavour to impede
Your size 12's piercing your mouth
Stay out of our way. Leave it to the master
Yeah... good advice for you
Quit pushin' for more. Love don't grow no faster
It's the kind of thing you fall into
(We are here to solve the problematic mysteries of love)
Trembling, wow. It may be time for you to make a move
Would it be allowed? Should we tell her now?
Talk about your frightless foray
She's too far away. Move a little closer - there, that's good
Captivating stares. Whispers in the air
Kinda wish you had a breath mint, eh?
See what I mean? You dared, no sorrow
From this wondrous rendezvous
Suffice it to say, there's more tomorrow
And when you make the call
You won't regret at all
To discover that she's fallen... too
(Just try and quantify
The 'whos' and 'whats' and 'whys'
Please put your pride aside
Quit drifting with the tide
Cathartic for the soul
Relinquishing control
Then leave it all to me
Endeavour to impede)
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Trouble With Clichรฉs
03:33
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I get a break and I find myself
Thinking about you
Don't try the phone or text a message
No. So what I do
Is
Grab a simple pen and paper
Figure out what thoughts to favour
And will it work, well, I'm not so sure
Maybe someday
I'll coin a new phrase
There you go (That's the trouble, that's the trouble, that's the trouble)
That's the trouble with clichรฉs
Wouldn't you know? (That's the trouble, that's the trouble, that's the trouble)
I'm having trouble with clichรฉs
I clear my head and I realise
It sounds a bit absurd
Still, my prose gets all tied up in
Other people's words
Needing you, I'm surprised
Is quite the thing to rhapsodise
Please forgive my compromise
This communiquรฉ is what I can't say
There you go (That's the trouble, that's the trouble, that's the trouble)
That's the trouble with clichรฉs
Wouldn't you know? (That's the trouble, that's the trouble, that's the trouble)
I'm having trouble with clichรฉs
There you go (That's the trouble, that's the trouble, that's the trouble)
That's the trouble with clichรฉs
Wouldn't you know? (That's the trouble, that's the trouble, that's the trouble)
I'm having trouble with clichรฉs
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A Song About That
03:49
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Don't know if I'm bored or feeling my musical age
What passes for songs and singers puts me in a rage
Just because you know the words and music
Doesn't mean that you're engaged
It's blatant what you're trying to pull off
Every time you step up on that stage
A little fame, you wanna to score. But how you sing is such a bore
Get off the mic (Please put down that mic)
High and loud, low and meek. You've got autotune technique. Well
There outta be a little quality
How about singing like that?
Now on to what's best described as a lack of a show
If you'd ever seen a screen in your life you'd'a learned this ages ago
Friends and family are sycophants, always shouting out 'Bravo!' (Bravo!)
Brace yourself for some realism - I'm about to burst your ego
Are you stuck in concrete? Why do you clap on the downbeat?
You move so white ('Barisingly white)
You don't need it. Move the stand. And don't ignore the band. So
You gotta come across like you're the boss
How about performing like that?
Next
You should listen bit closer to what you're singing about
Some hitmaker-wannabe puts those words in your mouth
There's gotta be something more inspiring then parties, sex and broken hearts
Disregard the ensuing chorus if you're only aiming for the charts
What you're singing's nothing new, and you don't even have a clue
You sound so trite (Could you be more trite?)
If you can't add to the art then why'd you even start? Man!
Strain to present a little 'lightenment
How about a song about... this is a song about
You sound so trite
You move so white
Get off the mic
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When I hear the telephone ring I know it's for you
And I explain, quick as I can, as I must do
"Leave me alone. She isn't home. You're wasting your time."
Being polite, I wish them well, then hang up the line
Peaceful now. Then somehow,
Silence parts then it starts
Going again
So here I am trying to keep my eyes off the ground
It's so hard knowing that you won't be around
What will you do? How will you be? Where will you go?
As for me, I'm hating myself for feeling so low
Catch my breath. Hand to chest
Then my heart, it starts
Going again
I tell myself you're not really gone
And yet I know you're where you belong
Catch my breath. Hand to chest
Then my heart, it starts
Going again
Going again
Going again
Going again
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I'm So Over You
02:44
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Changed the front lock
Kept the same friends
Took up the old ways
Turned down faux trends
Bought a new cell
Got a bulldog
Wear my hair long
It's just the prologue
I'm so over you
I'm so over you
I'm so over you
I'm so over you
Stay out late
Never call home
Went to Boca
And the Astrodome
Drive a cool car
Back to loose jeans
Playing Rockstar
Renovated routines
I'm so over you
I'm so over you
I'm so over you
I'm so over you
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Bossy Boots
02:47
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P-whipped and quite mindless
Equipped and yet spineless
Addicted to your skills
Your every whim and will
I need to be your thrill
Slap me when my lips are loose
Chide me if I've been a brute
Shun me if I call a truce
Crush me with your bossy boots
Social disaster
Bowing to the master
Flaunt me to your friends
I don't break, I bend
Don't let it ever end
Slap me when my lips are loose
Chide me if I've been a brute
Shun me til I call a truce
Crush me with your bossy boots
Oh, yeah, baby you got
โฆme right where I want me
(Slap you, chide you)
Addicted to your skills
(Shun you, crush you)
Your every whim and will
(Shove you, choke you)
I need to be your thrill
Slap me when my lips are loose
Chide me if I've been a brute
Shun me til I call a truce
Crush me with your bossy boots
Shove my head into a noose
Choke my neck and make me mute
Wring my heart and drink the juice
Kick my ass, Miss Bossy Boots
Oh, yeah, baby you got
Me right where I want me
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Stuck at Jon Lovitz's
04:04
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OK, so..
It's Friday night, around 3 AM, and I finally get some dream-sleep
I'm in the house where I grew up, with Sharon, the middle of three sisters
Doing Saturday morning chores, we both dust and we sweep
Bitchin' about moving things, too, and getting frickin' many blisters
It's awkward navigating the old wooden stairs, trying to be quiet
The cabinet and chest are too brittle, and they fall apart in our hands
'Course, dad wakes up, and predictably, yells "What's the damn riot?"
But we ignore him, then we ridicule the obvious reprimand
Just before we put things where they all belong,
I take a good look at the hardwood floor, stripped of the dusty old carpet
Inspecting the ancient installation, it was plain what was wrong,
They used finishing nails for the job. Shitty? You bet
Attending, too, were Shelby, our dog, and Sigmund, our cat
I should've been out swimming, biking, or other stuff like that
Instead, I was there, noticing the coffee table drawers can store a guitar or two
And hearing my folks whine about going out sometime later that night
In the kitchen, there's 2 open fridges, facing each other, defrosting their residue
And an Avana washer-dryer set that Sharon claimed outright
The puny porch out front needs a ramp for Shelby, better build it to the left
The pooch is getting old, 15 now... isn't long for this world
I hear a bit of thunder now, but see only blue skies to the west
Though some idiot's burning tires down the street, smoke is black and it curls
I step out on the sidewalk to get a better look up to the North
And what d'ya know? Clouds everywhere, black as the tires-in-the-barrel fire down the street
Strange as the shape of the first foot of the cloud seemed (...or the third foot... or the fourth...)
The fact it was suddenly winter made the existentialism complete
Sensing movement in my legs, I realized I was walking
Sharon, Shelby, Sigmund, and me doing lots of talking
Living near the edge of town (population 248)
Made a normal stroll into the woods a very short affair
But plowed and icy clearings? Lemme say, slow to negotiate..
It was now the evening. We had flashlights, a compass, and robust outerwear
Thereupon, appearing at a hallway, I was holding a door ajar,
When we bumped into Jon Lovitz, exiting, on his way to his car
Yes, the same Jon Lovitz you know from SNL
Turns out, I knew him from previous dreams... we were coffee chums
Did you know Jon acts, writes, owns a club and sings very well?
Yeah, it's these kinds of details that make my therapist go "Hmmmmm...."
So, Jon invites Sharon and I in, for a snack and a cup o'hot joe
Our two furry four-legged companions had to put up with the hall
The hall... what a dank, smelly, poorly lit alternative to the snow
Narrow, sloping, stippled ceiling and cracked plaster for walls
Jon jumps into his kitchen and says "Coffee'll be quick..
In fact, still got the creamer you left here from your last visit, slick!"
Coffee in hand, being nosy, I'm wandering around out back
Surprised to see a rink shovelled clean on a private pond
Sigmund and Shelby are playin' cat-and-dog 'round the furs and tamarack
I get a peek between some branches, to some well lit neighbour's place, beyond
Not polite to take that route, I turn towards Jon's,
Then veered down another path, left, looking back to town
And, what'd'ya know? Surprise, surprise, the expected phenomenon
Snow starts falling, I return to Jon's and prepare to hunker down
Got stuck-itz's
At Jon Lovitz's
Then I awoke
And I spoke
Is the cat still outside?
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Jef Leeson Marmora, Ontario
When not writing & recording music, voice acting or working on audio for games like Fallout: Miami or movies like Western
Space Odyssey from his own studio, Jef performs around Ontario whenever he can.
His music is heavily influenced by: Marshall Crenshaw, Guy Clark, OK GO, Barry Brown, Todd Rundgren, Scott Merritt, XTC, The Flying Pickets, Eddie Cochran, Tommy James & Don Dixon.
Go figure.
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