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Joan Baez
04:50
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Every time you catch my eye
You say I ain’t seen nothing yet
And every time you kiss me I
Need another cigarette
Everytime we say goodbye
I know there’s no reason to get upset
‘cause you’re gone but not for long
and I know you’ll be back yet.
You like my songs
you even hum ‘em out of key
but I don’t mind, I even like that
impression of me
when I said you fine boy,
you’d better just believe, just believe –
But “I need a muse” he says
Well look no further babe, here I am
Your Joan Baez, yeah
And together we’ll make a killin
If you’ll be my Bob Dylan
I’ll be your Joan Baez.
Every time I start to think you say
“don’t stress your pretty head
‘cause you know my knees grow weak
with thoughts of taking you to bed
and every time we start that dance I know
you’re always one step ahead
and your mind is like the greatest book
I’ve ever read.
You like my style, baby I like yours too
You wear my jeans and
Honey they look so good on you
When I said you fly, best believe that it’s true
But you say girl what looks good on me is you.
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Kimberly
04:05
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I’m locked into his eyes, the deepest green
His lips might be the sweetest I’ve ever seen
He marvels at a world his gaze transcends
I long to be the focus of that lens
I love the picture that he took of your face
But good looks bad blood can’t erase
Kimberly I think I love your man
The way he looks at me I think you understand
You can hold his heart
If I can hold his hand
Oh Kimberly I think
I love your man.
You’ve shaped the way he is, right to his toes
The way he styles his hair, you even picked his clothes
I knew that he was yours though he never said so
Your fingerprints were there in buttons and bows
Don’t know how much more he can take
You’re a bad habit that he just can’t shake.
Kimberly I think I love your man
The way he looks at me I think you understand
You can hold his heart if I can hold his hand
Kimberly, I think I love your man.
You talked your way inside, no explanation
Hijacked the party with no invitation
You say you’re made for him and I think you’re right
But I just wanna love your man for one more night.
I envy the woman who plays your part
But a stronger one wouldn’t have had to break his heart.
Kimberly I think I love your man
The way he looks at me I think you understand
You can hold his heart if I can hold his hand
Kimberly, I think I love your man.
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3. |
Righteous Babe
05:50
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When I was 13 I got my first guitar
Learned one song by Nirvana, was a high school star
Loved Bob Marley and Stevie Nicks
Was a full fledged junkie, music was my fix
When I was 14 I wrote my very first song
Used to go to rock shows and hum along
Wishin I was the one up on stage
Rockin it out like some righteous babe.
You can’t start until you begin
If you’re too afraid to lose then you’ll never win
It’s not about being the best or the richest
You’ll come across babes just like you’ll come across bitches
Making it in this music game, you gotta stick to your principles
And be a righteous babe.
When I was 15 I joined a crappy band
We had a really lame name and songs that were 2nd hand
When it comes to making songs yo - Here’s the thing
They take time to write – but great big balls to sing
So I played covers while biding my time
Working on my hooks and reperfecting my rhyme
By the time I was 20 my songs they were many
I wanted to record, some joker took all of my money
You can’t start until you begin
If you’re too afraid to lose then you’ll never win
It’s not about being the best or the richest
You’ll come across babes just like you’ll come across bitches
Making it in this music game, you gotta stick to your principles
And be a righteous babe.
When I was 23 I hit the big city
Loved the nightlife but the days were shitty
Learned to look both ways and never trust a guy
What can I say, once burned twice shy?
The thing about the city with neon lights that glisten
Is that everyone’s a singer but nobody wants to listen
The little fish gets drowned out by the fray
But if he holds his head high he just might get his day.
You can’t start until you begin
If you’re too afraid to lose then you’ll never win
It’s not about being the best or the richest
You’ll come across babes just like you’ll come across bitches
Making it in this music game, you gotta stick to your principles
And be a righteous babe.
Now I’m 24 and theres so much more
Music in me now than there ever was before
A hundred songs sung and written
Once the music bug bites its hard to get get unbitten
So give your kids the chance to be free
Surround them with the tools of creativity
A drum, a piano, guitar, a didgeree-doo
And someday they might just surprise you
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4. |
This Love
05:00
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If you worry that you’ll waste my time
Or I’m just waiting on the next in line
I can assure you, you’re fine
Or you’re gonna build me up and
then break my heart Or have to quit
before we ever start, don’t let it unnerve you
‘cause I don’t mind.
We’re living in crazy times
The city moves so fast
And people change their minds
From minute to minute
What they choose, like a minute’s
A lot to lose.
I know you’ve been holding on
Waitin’ for the one who wont
Hold you down
Push come to shove you’re running
For the door, bud this love
Is worth waiting for.
If you worry that I’ll give my heart
To you, then take it back before we even
Start, don’t assume you know
Anything about me.
‘cause I’m the kinda gal that sticks it out
when I find a guy who gets what I’m about
not into getting all caught up in doubt
just want a love that’s wild and free.
Lovers come and lovers go,
And that’s all you really need to know.
you’re afraid Im gonna raid ya, cage ya
Then shut ya down before I even made ya
But between these eyes I spy a sweet demise
Like honey on my fingertips, music between
My thighs
You know where to find the hidden trail that leads
To a paradise that satisfies all needs
Beyond city lights, desire ignites
And that’s where you’ll find me.
Lovers come and lovers go,
And that’s all you really need to know.
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5. |
What's Your Sign?
05:58
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What’s your name tell me what’s your sign?
And if mine says caution will you decline
And if yours says hurry up will I take me time
But you’ve already got the point
So is it your place or mine?
What’s your fear tell me what’s your vice?
And this can all stay right here
If you just play nice
But do yourself a favor and take my advice
Do as I say not as I do or your heart will pay the price
As we stumble down this hall
You fumble for your keys and
Now im up against the wall
And you’re up against me
Am I about the fall I curse your gravity
With its blond hair, blue eyes
Like some devil in disguise
Or just my fantasy?
You just might be.
What’s your shape tell me what’s your size?
But please don’t think me forward if I caress your thighs
Just how long will it take till you realize
That you can’t play me with your games
You can’t fool me with your eyes
But he’s tough like the bottoms of my feet
So he don’t flinch when I walk barefoot down the street
‘cause some broken glass aint nothing to me
I got so many scars, most of which you’ll never see.
I can’t promise I’ll be gentle
Can’t promise I’ll be clean
I wont ask you for affection if you don’t ask me
Where I’ve been.
What’s your poison tell me what’s your death?
And will you drink me melancholy till your dying breath?
And savor me savagely till there’s nothing left
This is your last chance at salvation now I’m your Lourdes.
And If at first I’m gentle as the sea
Rest assured I’ll be storming when you’re beside me
And if you like I can be roaring terribly
I like your style, I like your pretty style of drowning
It comes second nature to me.
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bex Vancouver, British Columbia
A trained vocalist and multi-instrumentalist with years of experience under her belt, Bex has employed many or her talents in a career that spans from songwriter to performer to music journalist to music industry professional.
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