THE BEARDS FUNTOWN Sympathy For The Record Industry #665

This Girl
You’ve got this little girl all mixed up. She don’t know if she’s sleeping or waking up. She’s so blue. This girl’s in love with you. You’ve got this little miss killing time while she waits for you to make up your mind. You’re so cruel. This girl’s in love with you. Days are long and the nights are endless. When will you come to your senses? Tossing and turning, her heart is yearning for you. What can she do? Oh yes it’s true. This girl’s in love with, she’s so in love with, this girl’s in love with you.

True Confessions
I’m so tired of your true confessions. A girl like you should’ve learned her lesson. Get around, get around, get around, get away from me. And I don’t wanna hear about your smash sensation. Just another victim of your imagination. Fool around, fool around; you’re the biggest fool I see. Stab me in the back with your pack of lies, lame excuses, alibis. Last week’s trash is yesterday’s news. Talk is cheap and so are you. You’re a fake, you’re a fake. On the make: your true confessions. You’re a fake, you’re a fake. On the make: your true confessions. You act like you invented sex and everything else in your bag of tricks but you’re just another whore in sheep’s clothing full of hot air and self-loathing. So go find yourself another little confidante. Tell her tall tales about a girl and her bon vivant. Buzz around, buzz around. Buzz off, you busy bee! You’re a fake, you’re a fake. On the make: your true confessions. You’re a fake, what a fake. My mistake! True confessions. What makes you think that I care?

T.S. Eliot
Every little tick I think it’s you talking. Every little step I think it’s you walking down the lonely streets but none of them lead back to me. Every telephone I think it’s you calling. Every night alone I feel like I’m falling deeper into dreams, it seems, of how it used to be. Another sleepless night. You used to hold me tight and now I’m lying her lonely. What am I gonna do? I can’t get over you. Had it all and now there’s only memories. Memories. Memories. I can’t get you out of my mind. Time measured out in coffee spoons and overflowing ashtrays in this endless, empty room. Every little love: why can’t I be in it? Every little grave: I smile as I dig it. Every little tear: it’s clear you’re never coming home. Memories. Memories. Memories. I can’t get you out of my mind.

Make It In America
Sun’s coming up and it’s another day so you better get with it or get out of our way. It’s a big wide world; it won’t slow down. We’re gonna get it right this time around. Go! Out of bed, you little sleepyhead, and open up your eyes. The time is now, we’re gonna show you how. You’re in for a surprise. Go! Go! We’re gonna go go go go go go get up and go. We’re gonna go go go go go go get up and go. In your dreams and in your town, there’s no time for messing around. Forget about tomorrow and live for tonight. You’ll never win the war if you don’t put up a fight. We’re gonna make it in America, we’re gonna make it in America, we’re gonna make it in America now.

Sidewalks
Time is flying, so am I. All the world goes passing by up and down the sidewalks of my mind. Happy faces say hello, long lost places come and go all along the sidewalks of my mind. And the sun so sweetly shining. Smell the promise in the air. I can almost see you smiling; hear you whisper in my ear. Words I should’ve said, things I wish I’d done instead, echo down the sidewalks of my mind. Wasted days and wistful nights. A hundred silly, petty fights crowd me on the sidewalks of my mind. And the darkness comes to find me. Second chances disappear. Cold reality reminds me the end is drawing near. And on the day we said goodbye, how was I to know that I was left with just a little ghost to haunt me on the sidewalks of my mind.

All About You
Another day, another failed romance. Another dream, another kick in the pants. Well I know this is one love that’s not coming true and baby, it’s all about you. You say the world’s been against you right from the start. Maybe you should take a good look at what’s in your heart. Poor little sad sack, you haven’t got a clue and baby, it’s all about you. All about you, no more crying. All about you, no more lying. All about you if it’s the last thing you do. All about you, no more kissing. All about you, one thing’s missing. Yeah, that’s me ‘cause it’s all about you. I’ll leave you to wallow in your sweet misery. You know a life of paranoia just ain’t for me. I’m on to bluer skies, I’ve found somebody new and baby there’ll be no more you. All about you, no more crying. All about you, no more lying. All about you if it’s the last thing you do. All about you, no more kissing. All about you, one thing’s missing. Yeah, that’s me cause it’s all about you.

Her Flowers
All of her flowers came from my garden. All of the flowers she wore in her hair. Black-eyed Susan, Sweet William; she picked them when I wasn’t there. All of her cherries came from my orchard. All of her apples and pineapples too. Climbed ladders to treetops all starting and no stops. She picked them still covered with dew. There was the sun and then there was nothing. You were the one who kept my heart shining. Be as it may, you went away and I’m left alone in the rain. And I’m just a girl you met in the middle of the ocean. Do you wish I was the one who got away? A bottom-feeder; you don’t need her but now she’s here to stay. Her latest lover came from my bedroom. I blinked in a moment, then he was gone. No goodbye, no kisses, no hits but all misses. No time left for saying so long, so long, no time left for saying so long. There was the sun and then there was nothing. You were the one who kept my heart shining. Be as it may, you went away and I’m left alone in the rain.