NATURAL
Jesse saw the dancer they call Lady. He asked her for a spin, she said “maybe”. She moves through the air chasing her curly hair. Smooth, long, strong her silhouette streaks the air. Bodega’s getting hotter by the hour. Humidity and sweat won’t quench this fire. “Lady, play me.” Michael took her by the hand. Figures linger, dancing in the sand. They say, “She’s a natural.” Oh, they say, “She’s a natural.” And you listen to her speak in a voice that’s much too deep. Crowd’s thinning out. Waves are beating. Electric to the touch, their bodies heating. Last call, joke’s on you. Now you know her big surprise. Matthew, what did you do to give Lady’s snake a rise? They say, “He’s a natural.” No, they say, “He’s a natural.” (Chorus)
LOVE SONG FOR THE HUMAN RACE
We’re celebrating my brother’s safe return. Thank God he survived the active duty he served. Many are not here to raise their glass. Many fell in Baghdad. I’m ready for a new solution. I’m gona re-examine everything. This is a love song for the human race. This is a cry for a move to peace. Calling for a revolution in all of us. It’s time to get real and ask: When is enough enough? Leaves are dancing, they don’t know. A little girl doesn’t play here anymore. Her daddy died last July. She saw the bullet take his life. (Chorus) A storm hit the country with the news. How a man murdered Amish girls in their school. And the families of the victims made bread as they grieved, and invited the man’s family to partake of their peace. (Chorus)
MEGHAN'S PET BEE
Meghan’s got a pet bee who’s on the trail for sweet honey. Burt’s no ordinary bee. He’s a talkative guy when I am sleep deprived. With a flower in her hair, she bee-lines for the door without a care. Dandelion blush between her toes, she knows what no body else knows: I’ve got my suspicions about your ‘magic rug.’ Too afraid later might become never, I’m holdin’ on tight to the threads of my sweater. Tradin’ in my Chevy for a shinny new sports car. Joke and say I’ll be a bubble-gum rock star, breakin’ for earthworms, sleepin’ with my guitar. Meghan’s got a pet bee. It’s kinda strange; she doesn’t like bees at all. She’s got a motorcycle dream. She dreams of flyin’, I dream of flyin’. Confess a crush with two roses for good luck – one for you, one for me. But the passenger seat is reserved for her little pet bee. (Chorus) He caught her eye at the fire house. Left a pedal and a letter with his confessions on the couch. So please, take your place in line. Her little honey bee turned the key. She got out just in time. (Chorus)
LOST ALL SWEETNESS
My heart was racing with yours. You let me carelessly through thorns. Roses were sweet. The taste was bitter. You spoke my name like a symphony. You were restless. I was confused. I didn’t see past my love for you. You were hiding, afraid of me finding little moments loosing sweetness. Loosing sweetness. Should I leave? Break free? I gave you every single piece of me – my hands, my words, my name, my lips, my heart, my joy, my kiss, all my sweetness. Business took you far from here into her bed, your Darling Dear. Your secret set free – her panties, her jewelry, and you writhing on the floor. I threw the liquor, it exploded on the door. My lips made war on yours. Did you love to fuck her, or just love her more? (Chorus) I ran out the door, I got into the car, and just drove through the night. And in the morning the sun came up and it was so beautiful. Here in me all my sweetness. Deep inside, all my sweetness. I might forgive you, but that wouldn’t change you. You panicked in the hour of parting, cuz I left (Chorus).
I MARRIED MY BARISTA
I was waiting in line at Starbucks on a Friday night. He was racing behind the bar makin' every drink just right. I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I heard him say, ‘Grande Soy with Whipped Mocha, have a nice day.’ It seemed like fate. We both knew after just one date. Even decaf time was grande. Add a shot for spice-a-latte. Life is like espresso: dopio is better than solo. Oh the power of his mocha to the beso from his boca, I could not resista! So I married my barista. Red Eye runs and bicycle fun seasoned that spring and summer. Haunted rides and pumpkin finds replaced it with hot cider. Autumn goodbyes were long, our feet were light; he held me tighter. Savoring tea, decorating the tree, celebrating the winter. (Chorus) We said our vows, waved good-bye, the night we wed ‘neith a caramel sky. We went back to the Starbucks at the corner of Main where he made me my mocha the same as that first day. (Chorus)