“Angels In The Snow” by L. K. Thayer

Don’t toy with my affection boy
This girl don’t wanna play
You can’t say simon says
And then just steal away

Like candy from a baby
Your sweet tooth is too strong
Got lost somewhere in hide n’ seek
You hid away too long

Come out come out
Where ever you are
Don’t hide behind your fear
If you make angels in the snow
Then angels will appear

The hula hoop spins round and round
And sometimes it falls down
You have to bend and spin again
Then you can wear the crown

Hear an ocean in a seashell
Make castles in the sand
If you feel like buried treasure
Maybe I can lend a hand

Come out come out
Wherever you are

don’t hide behind your fear
If you make angels in the snow

Then Angels will appear

Jack be nimble
Jack was quick
His flame too hot
To handle
He huffed and puffed
Wasn’t enough
Could not blow out
His candle

I know it’s rough surrender please
Your tendency to stray
Be careful your impression
Will come back to you someday

Come out come out
Wherever you are
Don’t hide behind your fear
If make angels in the snow
Then angels will appear

Angels in the snow
Make angels in the snow

Lisa Thayer – Mouth2Mouth

Music – myspace.com/lisathayermouth2mouth

All Rights Reserved

© 2011

“Murder In Me” by L. K.Thayer

 

 

Almost destroyed my reputation
Thought it was over for me
I’m just a mass of contradictions
None of which I believe to be
Got to stop, stop this murder in me

Arrest the situation, handcuff my heart
This investigation is tearin’ me apart
Got to stop, stop this murder in me

Shake off these chains, of fear and self doubt
If it takes all my life I’m gonna figure it out
Find the key, to stop this murder in me
Got to stop, stop this murder in me

Lovin’ yourself, ain’t such a crime
Surrender baby, instead of doin’ time
Got to stop, stop this murder in me

Arrest the situation, handcuff my heart
This investigation is tearin’ me apart
Got to stop, stop this murder in me

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L. K. Thayer‘s Foto Fetish

© 2011

Perfect Prey by L. K. Thayer

 

 

no doctor in the world could find her ill at ease

no sedative would calm, her desperate pleas

all eyes would fall upon her stare & stumble on her

waiting, for a vulnerable move

what’s the use nothing to lose

no stalker could refuse

easy target for the arrow

chill the bone down to the marrow

she was perfect prey, come what may

she was perfect prey

in the mornin’ had no reason to wake up for

killin’ season didn’t start ’til daylight turned to dark

swallowed her pride, on the inside she’d hide

from herself, no one heard her cryin’

what’s the use nothing to lose

no stalker could refuse

easy target for the arrow

chill the bone down to the marrow

she was perfect prey, come what may

she was perfect prey

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Lisa Thayer

Music by Brian BecVar

Photo by Sandra Carlson

All Rights Reserved

© 1987

 

Billie Holiday

 

“Strange Fruit”

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
Blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
The scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
for the rain to gather
for the wind to suck
for the sun to rot
for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

Billie Holiday

“Speedy’s Kitchen” by Steve Almaas

 

“A Minneapolis Story”

He only came to Mill City ’til the heat cooled down
He had friends there who could set him up
Those square heads would never know what hit ‘em
Or how much they could lose to Lady Luck
I don’t have to tell you the times were hard
But me, I was doing alright
My cooking was better than the bathtub gin
They served to the swells there, every night

When I met him I worked the Flame Bar & Grill
Started bussing but I made Souse Chef
The only joint where you could get a drink
In a town where everyone’s asleep or dead
Excuse me, I’m rambling, back to Kid Cann
Speedy’s the name, did I mention?
That it was Saturday night, in the middle of a rush
When a boy from the Northeast
First caught his attention

(chorus) Get along, little doggies, get along
You’re gonna have to throw that dog a bone
Get along, little doggies, get along
You gotta keep him happy
When you have to get along

He came in through the out door, a well dressed man
Looking more annoyed than scared
Hot on his tail, an ape with a piece
I sent the Kid down the back stairs
There was union trouble in the year of ’32
Shots rang out in the alley
He returned sans the trouble, spit blood and then grinned
“You won’t say nothing about now, will you pally?”
(chorus)
Well the heat came down pretty hard on the Flame
We don’t see much killing around here
They closed the joint, but I never squealed
It reopened in less than a year
By then hootch was legal, but the money was scarce
It didn’t matter that you could sell beer
I soon found a way to make three squares a day
Well, the truth is, I was in stir

And that’s how I came to see him again
A vagrancy charge in Beloit
He pumped my arm hard, slapped me on the back
From then on I was in his employ
I stuck with the kid for the next fifteen years
Through the war and some hard, wild times
Giving the square heads the pleasures they want
They take ‘em and then call ‘em crimes
(chorus)
We ended up back in Mill City again
Hid out in the caves by River Bend
As the mighty Mississippi rolled on and on
I realized we were at the wrong end
I still make my home down in New Orleans
The Kid passed away in ’63
The Cuban who shot him looked more than annoyed
At the time I was glad he didn’t shoot me

Get along, little doggies, get along
You’re gonna have to throw that dog a bone
Get along, little doggies, get along
You gotta keep him happy
When you have to get along

Steve Almaas

© 2010

Bob Dylan

 

“It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue”

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is movin’ under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

Bob Dylan

“Peel Me A Grape” ……… (sneaky Brit!)

Snapped by Mitch Hicks!

Don’t try to fool me bejewel me
Either amuse me or lose me
I’m getting hungry, peel me a grape

Pop me a cork, french me a fry
Crack me a nut, bring a bowl full of bon-bons
Chill me some wine, keep standing by
Just entertain me, champagne me
Show me you love me, kid glove me
Best way to cheer me, cashmere me
I’m getting hungry, peel me grape

Here’s how to be an agreeable chap
Love me and leave me in luxury’s lap
Hop when I holler, skip when I snap
When I say, ’do it,’ jump to it

Send out for scotch, call me a cab
Cut me a rose, make my tea with the petals
Just hang around, pick up the tab
Never out think me, just mink me
Polar bear rug me, don’t bug me
New thunderbird me, you heard me
I’m getting hungry, peel me a grape

Lyric by Dave Frishberg

© 1962

Snap by Mitch Hicks – U.K.

© 2010

Grapevine Musings…

“I Saw It Through the Grapevine” (#2017)

Photo by protophotogsl ~ lost in translation
© All rights reserved – 2010

“I Heard It Through The Grapevine”

oh, I bet you’re wond’rin’ how I knew
’bout your plans to make me blue
With some other guy you knew before
Between the two of us guys you know I love you more
It took me by surprise I must say
When I found out yesterday
Dontcha know that I

Heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Oh I heard it through the grapevine
Oh I’m just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey yeah
(Heard it through the grapevine)
(Not much longer would you be my baby, ooh, ooh, ooh)

I know a man ain’t supposed to cry
But these tears I can’t hold inside
Losin’ you would end my life you see
’cause you mean that much to me
You could have told me yourself
That you love someone else
Instead I

Heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Oh I heard it through the grapevine
And I’m just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey yeah
(Heard it through the grapevine)
(Not much longer would you be my baby, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

People say believe half of what you see
Son, and none of what you hear
But I can’t help bein’ confused
If it’s true please tell me dear
Do you plan to let me go
For the other guy you loved before?
Dontcha know I

Heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Baby I heard it through the grapevine
Ooh I’m just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey yeah
(Heard it through the grapevine)
(Not much longer would you be my baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Honey, honey, I know
That you’re lettin’ me go
Said I heard it through the grapevine

Lyric by Marvin Gaye

“I Love The Way You Lie” by Eminem

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that’s alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that’s alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

I can’t tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there’s a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can’t breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
It’s like I’m in flight
High of a love
Drunk from the hate
It’s like I’m huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I sufficate
And right before im about to drown
She resuscitates me
She fucking hates me
And I love it
Wait
Where you going
I’m leaving you
No you ain’t
Come back
We’re running right back
Here we go again
It’s so insane
Cause when it’s going good
It’s going great
I’m Superman
With the wind in his bag
She’s Lois Lane
But when it’s bad
It’s awful
I feel so ashamed
I snap
Who’s that dude
I don’t even know his name
I laid hands on her
I’ll never stoop so low again
I guess I don’t know my own strength

You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you’re with them
You meet
And neither one of you
Even know what hit ‘em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah them chills
Used to get ‘em
Now you’re getting fucking sick
Of looking at ‘em
You swore you’ve never hit ‘em
Never do nothing to hurt ‘em
Now you’re in each other’s face
Spewing venom
And these words
When you spit ‘em
You push
Pull each other’s hair
Scratch, claw, bit ‘em
Throw ‘em downPin ‘em
So lost in the moments
When you’re in ‘em
It’s the rage that took over
It controls you both
So they say it’s best
To go your separate ways
Guess that they don’t know ya
Cause today
That was yesterday
Yesterday is over
It’s a different day
Sound like broken records
Playin’ over
But you promised her
Next time you’ll show restraint
You don’t get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game
But you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave
Out the window
Guess that’s why they call it window pane

It wasn’t you
Baby it was me
Maybe our relationship
Isn’t as crazy as it seems
Maybe that’s what happens
When a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is
I love you too much
To walk away though
Come inside
Pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don’t you hear sincerity
In my voice when I talk
Told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball
Next time I’m pissed
I’ll aim my fist
At the dry wall
Next time
There will be no next time
I apologize
Even though I know it’s lies
I’m tired of the games
I just want her back
I know I’m a liar
If she ever tries to fucking leave again
I’mma tie her to the bed
And set the house on fire

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that’s alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that’s alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

EMINEM

Lyics from his new record “Recovery”

“Don’t Feel Sad/Don’t Feel Mad” a song by Kira Bey Wallace, almost 5

Don’t feel mad

Don’t feel sad

If something doesn’t come out perfect

You can always change it

Don’t feel sad

Don’t feel mad

You can always change it.

Kira Bey Wallace

Foto by L. K. Thayer

© 2010