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A musician recalls loving music through his father’s piano abilities.
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My father's pride Was in his hands. The piano was his soul.

I watched and wondered As he played show tunes Miles off from rock and roll.

What he loved he taught me. Now music's what I do. And often when I'm writing, In my hands, Dad's there too.

If I sing you are the music. If I fly you're why I'm good. If my hands can find some magic You're the one who said they could.

When the child that's still inside me, Finds a song in empty air. When there is joy in making music It is you who put it there.

My dad grew old. His hands grew numb. And now he cannot play.

I came to visit. He sat and asked me "How it could be this way?"

I couldn't find an answer. I played this tune for him instead. My father sat there smiling For he knew what it said.

If I sing you are the music. If I love you taught me how. Every day your heart is beating In the man that I am now.

If my ears are tuned to wander. If when I reach the chords are there. If there is joy in making music, It's a joy that we both share.

I never told you. It took time till I could see That if I sing you are the music And you'll always sing in me.

Yes you'll always live in me.

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A woman sings a tongue-in-cheek tribute to her boyfriend, a jazz bassist.
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My scattered life had no foundation Couldn't seem to find my space Then all at once came inspiration Now i'm back on base.

My baby plays a line that subtle Yet it makes the strongest case An argument with no rebuttal Got me back on base.

When his fingers touch my strings I tingle to my teeth I seem to sing the wildest things When he is underneath.

The only worm that's in this eden The only snag in all this lace Is where i stand ain't easy reading When he's back on base.

(scat)

At times he seems a bit elusive Way off in his private place I guess he can't be mine exclusive When he's back on base.

He's got eyes for something tall So maybe i should go Then once more my defences fall When he gets down below oh oh oh oh oh oh

So what if he don't feel like talkin' I'll just let him play his ace And let his fingers do the walkin' 'Til i'm back on...

Always back on... So happy back on base. (scat) We make sweet music when we're both back on base

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A woman who is bittersweet with her life surrenders to her circumstances without complaining.
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It was a liberated marriage We shared the household chores of course We understood each others feelings Right down to the day of our sensible divorce

I didn't ask him for a penny I'd had my liberated training

So off he went with his hair of bronze To find a life like Khalil Gibran's I got my rest from the drugs he did He got his quest, I got the kid

And oh, I'm not complaining

So I set off to be a writer, A modern mother on her own I wrote up happenings at galleries Turned down jobs with salaries Stayed freelance and alone

I fought the battles of the sixties Which you recall were rather draining When men were thick, I hit the fray Became a prick Got equal pay I faced down chauvinistic slobs I won the fights Improved the jobs

And oh, I'm not complaining

My husband found himself his ashram Lost forty pounds and went through hell Then one day he came back from limbo Found himself some bimbo And moved to New Rochelle

I raised my son and I had lovers My choices sometimes take explaining I'd meet some jock My friends would scoff He'd stay a while I'd drive him off I kept my space Preserved my turf Six months I'd send him back to surf

And oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I was not complaining

So now my son's half way through college I pay tuition like a fine I'm still this feisty freelance writer Resume well honed At a well toned forty-nine

I find that getting work is harder Each job I want takes more campaigning And those sweet young things who hire me now Those MBAs making fifty thou Who smile and ask what I have done When they got their jobs from the fights I won

Ah, they should all stay home and have babies

But I'm not complaining

And in the evening at my window As I watch Jersey growing dim I feel a troubling emotion Summed up in this notion I wish I'd stayed with him

Lord knows each day with him was madness As I have spent my life maintaining

But more and more I recall the joy My golden dreamer My lost boy Our life was life in the twilight zone But no worse than a life alone

And oh, Well I chose my way And I'm not complaining

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A seemingly introverted woman reveals that there's more to her than meets the eye.
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The sign says I'm Miss Byrd And that's my name I'm one of those people who all look the same At work I'm hardly seen I come and go
But I know something that people don't know
Every one who sees me thinks That I'm that dull Miss Byrd I could blow that myth apart But i don't say a word

I sit here at my desk And no one knows Not twenty minutes ago I was not wearing clothes I was in someone's arms, in someone's bed Oh what the thought of it does to my head

If it's true a bird makes music When her heart takes wing This bird is singing Miss byrd is singing I'm singing I'm in love But I'm not saying a thing

Uh uh Oooh oooh

Down in apartment a The super's aptly named Last week I went to the basement More hours than i claimed He says i'm super too He calls me hot I show those basement apartments a lot

Back at work i'm crisp and fresh Reliable Miss Byrd Seals are dancing in my flesh But I don't say a word

I'm showing penthouse c As i begin I still feel his hands sliding over my skin My nipples start to throb Inside my bra That's when I start to go la-dah-di-dah

If you've never felt the lift A little lunch can bring This bird is singing Miss Byrd is singing I'm singing I'm on fire But i'm not saying a thing

No no no no oh oh oh...

This is a floor thru five I call it more a six The broken kitchenette tiles they will fix

Lots of girls who first seems shy Have secrets I have found If you think I'm special I suggest you look around

That little office temp Who seems so dumb How come a trip to mcdonald's Is making her hum?

And Mrs. Smith in sales Who's turning grey Why is she smiling that curious way?

If it's true the drabbest songbirds Come alive in spring The birds are singing Miss Byrd is singing I'm singing I'm in love But I'm not saying a thing

No no no no no no no no

Mum's the word

La la la la Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard...oo-wee

La la la la... Shh.....

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A musician recalls loving music through his father’s piano abilities.
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My father's pride Was in his hands. The piano was his soul.

I watched and wondered As he played show tunes Miles off from rock and roll.

What he loved he taught me. Now music's what I do. And often when I'm writing, In my hands, Dad's there too.

If I sing you are the music. If I fly you're why I'm good. If my hands can find some magic You're the one who said they could.

When the child that's still inside me, Finds a song in empty air. When there is joy in making music It is you who put it there.

My dad grew old. His hands grew numb. And now he cannot play.

I came to visit. He sat and asked me "How it could be this way?"

I couldn't find an answer. I played this tune for him instead. My father sat there smiling For he knew what it said.

If I sing you are the music. If I love you taught me how. Every day your heart is beating In the man that I am now.

If my ears are tuned to wander. If when I reach the chords are there. If there is joy in making music, It's a joy that we both share.

I never told you. It took time till I could see That if I sing you are the music And you'll always sing in me.

Yes you'll always live in me.

Watch / Listen


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01byK3XQE78

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