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Don't Ever Be Nice
02:33
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We could be together
There’s a spark
Two by two on Noah’s Ark
But what if when we’re there we split apart?
That would break one of our hearts
So don’t ever be nice to me
And I’ll never be nice to you
Who would ever want to take a chance?
It could be an atom bomb
One minute you’re walking hand in hand
Then one of your hands is gone
So don’t ever be nice to me
And I’ll never be nice to you
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2. |
Poison Pen
03:23
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Help is a word you say when you’re surrounded
Or when you fall over the side of a boat
Like a red fox being hounded
Hung out and cut off with the moat
That’s why I always write with a poison pen
In case I need to go in for the kill
I write the same words over and over again
Be still, my enemies, be still
That night we drove through Tijuana
I sang all my songs to you
Bowing down to a Madonna
You said to your own self be true
That’s why I always write with a poison pen
In case I need to go in for the kill
I write the same words over and over again
Be still, my enemies, be still
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3. |
Nothing Can Hurt
03:32
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You might as well have taken my face
And sprayed it with mace
Or put me behind bars
And cut me full of scars
Because nothing can hurt more than a broken heart
Shovel dirt over my eyes
Bury me alive
Throw me overboard
And watch me wash up on shore
Because nothing can hurt more than a broken heart
But now I’m free!
Got the worst behind me
Now I’m free!
No worries
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4. |
Wolf to the Hare
03:28
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The trouble with you is that you’re all wrong
We don’t have anything in common
and I hope someone better comes along
I hate to be so blunt
Because the truth hurts
But isn’t being lied to so much worse?
Honesty the way god said I’m supposed to use it
Honesty you take a word and then abuse it
Honesty will get you something or get you nowhere
“There is an art to it”, said the wolf to the hare
I wouldn’t have anything to do with you if you weren’t family
But we don’t have a choice, now can I say that candidly?
I hate to be so blunt
Because the truth hurts
But isn’t being lied to so much worse?
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5. |
Your Picture
01:54
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You look a lot different than your picture
The one your sister painted of you
Perhaps the qualities she listed
Once existed
Are now hidden from view
I’ve been a victim of wishful thinking
My heart is sinking
Stuck here like glue
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6. |
Out there, somewhere
03:55
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I haven’t seen people traveling in cars
Haven’t seen traffic at all
Looked in the window, windows and mirrors
Haven’t seen any familiars
I know you’re out there, somewhere
I know you’re out there
I was barely out of my teens
When I found myself on the side of the road
Didn’t even know how I got there
Or which way I should go
I know you’re out there, somewhere
I know you’re out there
Then someone on a pathway came up behind me
Tapped me lightly on the shoulder
Said which way is that way and is that the right way?
We won't know until we're older
I know you’re out there, somewhere
I know you’re out there
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Alone on the planet late at night
I felt your presence there
Alone on the planet late at night
I felt your pleasant stare
Hello?
Hello out there
The eye of the storm is within sight
That’s neither here nor there
We each have a path and wrong or right
I’m way up in the air
Hello?
Hello out there
Space is lovely
But I could use less space
Take me home
No one ever wants to be alone
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8. |
Sympathy
02:01
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Lost my job
Stifled sob
But I don’t need any sympathy
I don’t need any sympathy yet
My best friend
Found a better friend
But I don’t need any sympathy
I don’t need any sympathy yet
How can you sit there?
What should I do?
Well I don’t need any sympathy
Don’t need any sympathy yet
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9. |
Funereal Procession
04:32
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There are three short walls in a cubicle
With a desk and chair, re-usable
And like a queen in my little room
I smile and wave away the gloom
Of the funereal procession of gray faces each day
And I keep telling myself I will remain above the fray
Arrive at 7 a.m.
Someone’s already there
Trying to get ahead and that isn’t fair
Well two can play at this game
And we’ll fight to the death
Is what I mumble under my breath
At the funereal procession of gray faces each day
And I keep telling myself I will remain above the fray
Well you must admit, even just a bit
You gotta get out, out of this pit
So please don’t linger or recline
You’re in quick sand and there isn’t much time
To keep the funeral procession of faces away
Soon the funereal procession will be for you
Within three short walls
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10. |
The Band Played On (2)
02:56
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Traditional, plus additional lyrics
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Suzy Callahan Maryland
“Suzy Callahan imbues “Maybe” with more mystery and complex emotions and offbeat observations than entire albums by many artists…Fans of Edith Frost will definitely find much to love in Callahan’s catalog.” - Queen City Sounds and Arts Blog.
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