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A song about falling in love when you travel.
Excess Baggage Download this song! (1 Mb) Love is a bulky item It keeps popping out of my suitcase Like a great big woolly sweater Like a hole in the tube of my toothpaste And I wish I'd left it with the cat Where it couldn't cause me pain Cos I'm travellin' light, I'm travellin' bright I'm jumping from train to train And I see you lying beside me And you tell me I'm not for you You say I'm just a passing train And you're a station I'm passing through And we share a joke about the way we met Surfing for love on the internet And how we found each other at a border post And together we walked from coast to coast And I think I'd stop, dead in my tracks Throw my ticket away If you held me close and looked me in the eye And suggested I extend my stay |
Love is a bulky
item I'm paying time and time again I'm paying for excess baggage And it's giving me a shoulder pain And you tell me again in case I didn't hear That for you I'm not the one And I go to lift that great big bag And shit, it weighs a ton Cos everything inside is wet wet wet Wet with a thousand tears And I try I try to get my love to dry so I can Face those travelling fears Of returning alone with no one home Cos nobody met my train And a great big bag with a warning tag that says I've been it I've seen it But what have I gained? Words and Music Copyright 2003 Lynette Chiang |
| Who knows what this feels like?
The One
Download this song (1.3 Mb) I'm not the one with the golden hair I'm not the one with skin so smooth I'm not the one with the eyes of blue I'm not the one who'll always seem like somebody new I am the one you can curl up inside I am the one who sees the part of you that's died I am the one who flinches /when you're in pain I am the one who will walk with you talk with you in the rain I'm not the one who can read your mind I'm not the one you've searched everywhere to find I'm not the one who'll impress your folks I'm not the one who'll always /laugh /at your jokes I am the one who holds you when others let go I am the one who knows your sorrow I am the one who shivers when you are cold I am the one who'll be there beside you when we're old I'm not the one who makes the young boys weep I'm not the one who'll always light your fire I'm not the one dropped from heaven above I'm not the one who'll stop you searching for someone to love I'm not the one who'll be your other half I am the one who'll be your other whole… Words and Music Copyright 2003 Lynette Chiang All Rights Reserved |
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Song for Jungle Boy Download Studio version (2.8 Mb, recorded in 2000 in Costa Rica, with people who can actually play guitars) Download Unplugged version (3.5 Mb, recorded June 2006, impromptu version for a special friend; this is me sitting on a couch in an empty Wisconsin house with a borrowed guitar, a mike and Apple Garageband) Lying here beside myself I feel your breath but it's just the just the breeze And the TV's talking but I'm not listening I'm waking up beside you high in the trees You don't love me You don't love me You don't love me and that's OK I tell myself I tell the walls I tell my guitar every day Yeah I'm
alright yeah I'm OK The longing comes
and the longing goes |
Yeah I'm alright
yeah I'm OK You got your life go your way And I do the things that I gotta do But in between it all I think of you I never want to
be
a pain I watch you
fly, free as a bird |
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We
Left Our Love in Cyberspace
Three years ago
we
met by chance And then you were
gone hitching down the road Though we
couldn't
hold each other
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Then one sunny
day, we finally met We stood naked and strange, face to face And though the sun shone bright we shivered in the light We'd left our love in cyberspace Cyberspace is
where the people are fine |
| Are
these
ditties cheerful or what ... this next one isn't that good, but curiously, it is the most downloaded - which leads me to believe that people are just ain't getting enough ... sex without love Download this song! (1.2 Mb) Sex without love Is like TV without colour A whole lot of action But whole lot duller No depth of understanding No contrast of feeling No brightness of a future It's so easy To switch it off Sex without love Is like bread without butter Is like a bee without a flower Is like a lake without water So dry I can't swallow it So hungry I can't satisfy it So empty, I can't stand it anymore It's so easy To spit it out Sex without love .... Words and Music Copyright 2000 Lynette Chiang |
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And now for a cheery 12 bar blues number ...
one night stand dragged out to a year I try to write this songBut I can't even begin To make sense of how I'm feeling How I'm burning up deep within My head tells me it's over My heart tells me the same But you keep on renting that little old space In my body my soul and my brain I'm just a walking talking empty shell The juice is all drained away Sucked out by a one-nite love That came and went and came and went and came and went away I stepped out on that slippery ledge And fell down six flights of stairs I sprained both ankles and knocked me out cold On just another of those empty affairs Just a one nite stand dragged out to a year A one nite stand, no love or hate or fear A one nite stand it should have been clear A one night stand dragged out to a year Just a one nite stand not a life career A one nite stand, not worth shedding tear A one night stand no reason to cheer Just a one nite stand dragged out to a year Words and Music Copyright 2000 Lynette Chiang |
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A song about my experience as a foreigner living in Costa Rica from 1999-2000. Mae, pronounced mah-hee, means 'dude' or buddy' and the Ticos (Costa Ricans) use it every second or third word. Someone will have to email me and tell me an easy way to make the Spanish characters appear right ... and how to format these columns right (an HTML programmer I am not) Mae (Español) Encontré un hombre en San Jose Su sonrisa era como el verano Me dijo, mae, ven a mi casa Para ver a mi esposa, y hermano Lo esperé en Paseo Colon Esperé hasta que el sol bajó Esperé hasta que las pulperias cerraron Y la ultima periférica pasó Me dijo mae,
Encontré
una chica en Escazu Me dijo mae,
Hay un lugar
mágico y no hay ejército Te dicen mae
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Mae
(English)
I met a man in San Jose His smile was like the sun He said, mae, come to my house in the hills Meet my wife and my kids and my mum I waited for him in Paseo Colon I waited til the sun went down I waited til the pulperias shut their doors And the periferica bus stopped going round He said mae
I met a woman in
Escazu She said mae
There is a magic
place where there is no army They tell you mae
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this, but it's one of the few forwarded pieces of crap that actually
struck a
chord with me, thanks to my friend Vince MacKenzie, Bike Friday
distributer
in England. Read it, look at each of your friends and work out if they
are
a reason, a season or a lifetime. Then you might not get so
pissed off
with them.
reasons and seasons
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