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1. |
One Big Show
04:28
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One Big Show
Copyright 2003
Seems that if I want to shift this paradigm
I’ve got to transport to another place, another time
Makes Everest look like a tiny little hill so easy to climb
Circumstances leading to the choices that we make
Reverberating with the question of a chance we didn’t take
How can we ever know if this was meant to be or if its just a mistake
If I could just let go
Try to move with the flow
And watch the moment grow
Into one big show
Convinced I’m being punished now for all my prior sins
It’s the reason things go wrong and its why in the state I’m in
Like some kind of chinese water torture dripping on my skin
Chorus
And then it’s over
Breath in, breath out
We’re here, we’re gone
It’s all an illusion
Standing on the ledge I’ve got the world beneath my feet
I see a little speck of something, someone wander aimlessly
I must be out of my body ‘cause that sure looks an awful lot like me
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Pride
03:44
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Pride
Copyright 2004
You can dress me up but you can’t take me out
All the manners my mother taught me flew right out the window
I’ve had a few drinks and I’m starting to think that I might not be
the best company for you tonight
You’ll be trying real hard and it won’t be intentional but
You’ll take something I say and twist it all up in a knot
And we’ll start down that road and it’ll end in a wreck
Maybe its best if I just sit here alone and keep my mouth shut
Chorus:
So don’t take it personal when I ask you to leave
Cause you’re a really great guy
But I’m trying to swallow what’s left of my pride.
I’ve read a book or two on this kind of think
And its make perfect sense until I try to apply it
Then the words disappear and the worst comes out
And this thing that I’m selling I know you want buy it
Chorus
Solo
I’m not looking for your sympathy
but I don’t trust what comes out of my mouth
I’m just a simple girl and I don’t have a clue how I got into this
But I want to be the one who gets me out
Chorus
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Linger On
03:39
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LINGER ON
© 2004 Maynard Music
If you had only turned out to be the person that I invented
Then perhaps this little predicament could have been prevented
If you would only climb up on that pedestal that I erected
Then maybe my little fantasy could just linger on
If only I was a little closer to the woman you expected
Then maybe my delicate heart would have been protected
If only my little instruction book hadn’t been so neglected?
Then maybe your little fantasy could just linger on
Are those rose colored glasses that we’re looking through?
Anything to prolong the honeymoon
Don’t make me open my eyes, cause it’s better in my mind
The clever tricks it plays; a smoke and mirrors cabaret
I know we’ll never lived up to the image that they created
But as long as we stay in character our egos remain inflated
If only we could find away to never ever become outdated
Then maybe our little fantasy could just linger on
There’s no such thing as real life.
The curtain calls day and night.
Am I who you want me to be or do you just see what you want to see?
What if I finally came clean and left a big hole where I used to be
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Static
05:02
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Static
© 2005 annie capps
There’s too much static on the line
Too much static in my hair
Too much static on the radio
Too much static in the air
So I’m hanging up the phone and pulling back my hair
Turning off the radio and letting in some fresh air
There’s all this fog in my eyes
All this fog in the air
As usual it just drifted in from out of nowhere
When all else fails I just sit and stare
Piss and moan about how life is so unfair
I can do without your promises
And I can do without your howling at the moon
And I can do without the way you look tonight
But I can’t do without you
There’s too much interference getting
In between me and you
Too much interference obstructing my perfect view
There always seems to be too much left to do
With all this searching for something new
I can do without your tenderness
I can do without the quiet in the room
I can do without the memory of that kiss
But I can’t do without you
I can do without this smoky bar
I can do without the pieces that don’t fit
I can do without the way that things get old
But I can’t do without you
I can do without forgiveness
Without the need for something new
But I can’t do without you
you are to me the one thing nothing else can hold a candle
to me you are the one thing I know I can always count
on top of the world is where I am thanks in largest part to
you make me believe in something
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5. |
Naive
03:49
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Naive
Copyright 2003
I admit that I’m a bit naïve in the things that I chose to believe
I should require a bit more proof…be a bit more aloof
I take the path of least resistance. Make a choice then in an instant
Change the course of my existence, and wonder why it makes no sense
I’m getting better at pretending, Still I could be a bit more convincing
But ignorance is so intoxicating and I’m no good at waiting [debating?]
I’ll take what’s behind door number two. Let’s make a deal give me a clue.
Don’t ask open ended questions, if you don’t want my opinion
Mirror Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all
Mirror mirror tell me please, no one can compare to me
I’ve watched you struggle in that shell. I can see you living in that hell.
The smile on your face is radiant, But your sincerity is suspect
And now I’ve hidden my to do list, So I can focus more on your mess
And your less than perfectness, Your less than best
Mirror Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all
Mirror mirror tell me please, no one can compare to me
The more I clean up my own back yard, The more junk I can see in yours
You’ve got my full attention it’s the perfect self distraction
I’ll put you on the road less traveled while my own starts to unravel
But I’ve got nothing up my sleeve and I remain a bit naïve
Mirror Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all
Mirror mirror talk to me, show me what I want to see
I admit that I’m a bit naïve in the things that I chose to believe
I should require a bit more proof…be a bit more aloof
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Girl You Once Knew
04:35
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the girl you once knew
© 2004 Maynard Music
Just in case you wondered I am still the little girl you once knew
And if you ever asked me I would still perform those same tricks for you
Was a time I looked to you for all of my strength
Might have been a mistake
One I was willing to make
Part and parcel to the act of repenting for all my sins
Knowing it was me who was responsible for that mess that you’re in
Was a time I looked to you for forgiveness
But you failed the test
Now I’ve put it to rest
Pining away over days gone by
Is such a ridiculous waste of time
Wondering what would have happened IF
Won’t bring you peace of mind
I keep thinking back on all the rotten things that I’d ever done
for attention never came as fast as when I tried to run
Was a time I looked to you for something good
The little engine that could
Now I’m just knocking on wood
I can still remember everything you taught me, then I forgot
To remember not to let you turn me into something I’m not
Gone is the time that I look to you to part my red sea
Cause I found it in me
All the strength that I need
Pining away over days gone by
Is such a ridiculous waste of time
ABut if I could do it all over again
In the very same skin that I’m in
There a very good chance that I’d win some big prize
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The Fool
02:56
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THE FOOL
© 2004
I guess I should just grab my coat and head on home
but I never could leave well enough alone
I’ve played the victim and I’ve played it cool
and I have followed almost every single rule
But now I have stumbled into this seedy part of town
and I’ve gotten lost wandering around
But I have learned to reap what I have sown
I just cover up my tracks and hit the road
I guess I should just grab my things and leave this place,
but not till I’m damned sure that you have seen my face,
I’ve played the martyr and I’ve played by the rules
And I wrote the book on playing the fool
And somehow I wound up in this wretched part of town
And I’m walking in circles all around
But I have learned to reap what I have sown
I just cover up my tracks and hit the road
Solo
I’m packing up my toys and I am outta here
Won’t play this crazy game no more cause no one’s playing fair
I’ve been a good girl, guess that makes me a fool
Who ever said that to be kind you must be cruel
I have overstayed my welcome, been too long in this place
and now the time has come for me to drop out of this race
I have learned to reap all that I have sown
I just cover up my tracks and hit the road
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8. |
What I See
04:15
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What I See
Copyright 2003
Never could I know, never could I understand
From here where I sit in my uncomfortable chair
Still it looks to me like maybe you have done this to yourself
You’ve done this to yourself
All powerful you -All full of piss and fire
Your laugh is magical, but your breaking up inside
The snakes are in your bed and that's the way you made it
that's the way you made your bed
its hard to believe that you did not see it coming
they huffed and they puffed and they blew your house to pieces
But here's the thing. You don't see what I see
You don’t see what I see underneath the rubble and dust
Indistinguishable scars that never saw the sunlight
You opened up the door and looked so shocked when they came in
you poured them all a drink and wonder why they will not leave you
you wonder why they will not leave
Loving you is harder than I ever could imagine
You pulled out all the stops so the applause would keep on coming
but be careful what you pray for, cause you never know who’ll answer
and you just might get your wish
its hard to believe that you did not see it coming
they huffed and they puffed and they blew your house to pieces
But here's the thing. You don't see what I see
You don’t see what I see underneath the rubble and dust
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9. |
Inner Cowboy
04:17
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Inner Cowboy [© 2004-5, Maynard Music]
Watered down, Diluted
It’s a wee bit convoluted
Your lips are moving, but the sound is muted
And it is here that I am rooted
You sit quietly, and I protest
Speak to me, I want unrest
There’s something pounding in my chest
It is here that I am blessed
Pound your fist, and make a noise
Work it out. Use your voice.
Bring out your inner cowboy.
Shake your fist up in the air
Saddle up, if you dare
You’re holding back, and I persist
I play the role of the antagonist
Somehow you always manage to resist
It is here that I exist
Chorus
There’s something beautiful in the way that you try
to get water from a well that’s run dry
If silence is golden, I am a peasant
Ruffle my feathers, you have my consent
On this I promise to remain hell-bent
It is here I am content
Chorus
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Average Heathen
04:29
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Average Heathen
© 2004 Maynard Music
My friend Johnny quotes the good book every chance he gets
He spends his days old dragons slaying, he hasn’t finished yet
And those jezebels who tempt and tease they will not break his will
For He, John, is a man of God and they’re going to hell
Once a guitar player in a band, he was going at full throttle
Then came the day John finally hit the bottom of a bottle
The voice of God did to speak to him, hit like a ton of bricks
He headed north to save his soul, traded guitar for crucifix
Your average heathen once was he
Until one day those hands were laid
Upon his head, now saved is he
And to his God his debt he pays
Johnny goes to bible school the stories he is learning
How the wrath of God does manifest in floods and fires burning
He takes a beating every night his tainted soul to cleanse
For loving once another man, he must make amends
Chorus
Now Johnny has his own T.V. show he warns of Satan’s curse
All the prophecies are coming true he quotes chapter and verse
On homosexuality he blames all evilness
He say’s that this is why the towers came down
But me thinks he do protest too much.
As for me I am the man that Johnny said he loved
He left me standing in the fire for his God above
I know he prays that some day soon this queer will see the light
But until then ‘tween me and sin his demon’s he will fight
Cause your average heathen still am I
And so I’ll be until I die
Into this hate I will not buy
I still think hell is just a lie
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Empty Boots
04:26
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Empty Boots (© 2004 Maynard Music)
In the middle of nowhere
Off the side of the highway
There’s a man made canyon
That was not at all grand
In the middle of the canyon
Where a small lake had grown
A young boy was playing
On a beach with no sand
In the middle of winter
It was a few years later
Too young to know better
His duty called
In the middle of the desert
Alone and forgotten
Fighting in vein ‘til it was his turn to fall
Chorus: Empty boots telling stories
of the unfinished business
and all the lives that never should have ended
When the war came to pass
In the middle of summer
On a backyard tire swing
That hung like a noose
From that tall oak tree
In the middle of her years
A woman sat dreaming
Of one young man who was gone too soon to dream
Empty boots…
In the middle of nowhere
Surrounded by land fill
There’s a sad old village
With one busy saloon
And over in the corner
Where the jukebox was playing
She danced alone to that old familiar tune …
break
In the middle of nowhere
Off a one lane dirt road
There’s a little white farm house
That sat empty for years
In the middle of the kitchen
A trap door once hidden
Now sat open so that everyone could hear…
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12. |
Rhyme or Reason
03:56
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Rhyme or Reason
© December 2004
The ice on which we’re treading has never seemed so thin
As we wage another war – the kind that we can never win
While innocent lives gets caught up in our tail spin
The planets never seemed to me to be so misaligned
These arrogant ideologues are fighting crime with crime
For those we seek to defend, what will we leave behind?
So we dig for the reason and cry out for the rhyme
While they pick another fight just to prove one more time
How strong and almighty they think that we are
When the truth is how far have we come, how far?
To me, few things are more patriotic than an open mind
But there’s no getting through to them for their faith is truly blind
And when it comes to God they think they have the only direct line
So we dig for the reason make a plea for the rhyme
While they pile on the rhetoric just to prove one more time
How powerful and righteous they think that they are
And I wonder how far have we come, how far? How far?
…will we go into this black hole of chain reactions?
And to what end? How will it end?
When will it end? Is there no end?
If the song remains the same there comes a point when we don’t hear
We just jump up on the wagon over some misguided fear
But the way out of this mess could not be any less clear
So we dig for the reason say a prayer for the rhyme
They use weapons of distraction just to prove one more time
That we’re nothing at all like they think that we are
And I wonder how far will they go? How far? How far? Etc…
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Annie & Rod Capps Chelsea, Michigan
Annie & Rod Capps’ sound meets at the intersection of Americana & Folk. Citing rock, jazz and bluegrass influences, they
create a fresh and unique amalgamation with “songs about broken things and poignant little ponderings delivered with a rootsy vibe, a touch of twang and soulful groove”.
The Capps have three albums topping the Folk-DJ charts and they are 2-time Kerrville New Folk Finalists.
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