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Aint No Blues

Written By: Lynda Bell

There I Go, There We Go

Soul Train
Night Train
Aint No Blues in the Night,
Aint No Blues in the Night No’More

While Im walkin my baby back home,
Sounds of music fill the night air
Soft sounds that set in motion
The feelin’ of lost love

Well its just pain talking
And just pain walking and
Talkin about them blues be gone
Aint No Blues in the Night,
Aint No Blues in the Night No’More

Where today we meet
In the midday, for around midnight
To hear the new sounds,
to hear the call
Just aint no blues, In the night no’mo
There aint no blues

Aint No Blues in the Night, Aint No Blues in the Night No More

Today we meet
In the midday, for around midnight
To hear the new sounds,
to hear the call
Just aint no blues, In the night no’mo
There aint no blues

Aint No Blues in the Night, Aint No Blues in the Night No More

while lady sings of lover man, and her man he don't love her

Aint No Blues in the Night, Aint No Blues in the Night No More

While the jazz blue notes cover the bodies in mystic colors and soft hues
In blues from yesterday’s love songs, gone but not far away
There aint no Blues

Aint No Blues in the Night Aint No Blues in the Night No More

And it aint nobody’s business what we do,
In the night In the night In the night

Butterfly Girl

Written By: Lynda Bell

She only rests for, just a moment
A trembling touch upon his hand
He takes his time and holds on gently
With all his strength, he understands

A love so fragile, so understanding
Is only whispered in his ear
He kneels beside her,
she takes his face and
Deep in her eyes He sees her fear

The man he,
knows he can only go so far
Without the love of,
without the touch of
The butterfly girl, The butterfly girl
Fly high, Butterfly Oooh Girl

Bridge

The man he,
knows he can only go so far
Without the love of ,
without the touch of
The butterfly girl, The butterfly girl
Fly high, fly high, fly high
Butterfly, ooh, Girl
Butterfly, ooh, Girl
Butterfly, ooh, Girl
Butterfly Girl

River's Song

Written By: Lynda Bell

You can see him sitting there
His feet up, his feet up In the air
A red power ranger in his hand
A grinning little brown haired man

We stood there on the shore that day
Watching you watching you
Float away
A journey only you could run,
No longer with us, our little son.

Chorus:
Come see what only I have seen
Come hear what only I have heard
You’ll know what only I have known
On the day you walk, On the day you walk alone
On the day you walk alone

A baby in his mother’s arms
Knows he’s always safe from harm
Hold him high up in the sun,
Let him know he’s the only one

The Mother sees the little son
He lifts her up, Asks her to run
He says, “Come with me and see the view,
If we both look, you’ll see it too.”

Come see what only I have seen
Come hear what only I have heard
You’ll know what only I have known
On the day you walk, On the day you walk alone
On the day you walk alone

It’s been four years since you’ve gone, but
That day will always stand out strong
You still had the rocks you found that day,
In your pockets as if to say

Come see what only I have seen
Come hear what only I have heard
You’ll know what only I have known
On the day you walk, On the day you walk alone
On the day you walk alone

Unfortunate Beauty

Written By: Lynda Bell

She’s a downhome flower of a music hall girl
An oyster in the rough, a suicide pearl
She’s a little darlin, a cutie pie
She’s almost a lady with tatooes on her thigh

But if you know her, you might see her shaking
The shadows fall across her naked eye
But everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone
Everyone Everyone knows
She wont cry
She can’t hide
Its in her eyes

She’s everyone’s fantasy slide show
An unreachable floor everyone wants to know
You’d think it would be the optimum place to be
She’s an all human beauty, love for free

But if you know her, you might see her shaking
The shadows fall across her naked eye
But everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone
Everyone Everyone knows
She wont cry
She can’t hide
Its in her eyes

You’d think her back was made of steel
Don’t dish it out, if you can’t be real
A delicate web lights her face,
The faintest smile, a barefoot grace

But if you know her, you might see her shaking
The shadows fall across her naked eye
But everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone
Everyone Everyone knows
She wont cry
She can’t hide
Its in her eyes

ooo,ooh,oooh,oooh

Urban Stream

Written By: Lynda Bell

Urban Stream…….in my mind.
All the ladies – they look so fine.
Steppin’ out, keeping time.
Front row seats are hard to find.

Me and the bums see the bottom line.
Life is slower here, just take your time.

Thoughts travel from pole to pole.
Down the street, and through the holes.
Rich and poor, black and white.
Find each other in the night.

Me and the bums get that front row stare.
The show is starting – pull up a chair.

Got some change? Take some time.
It’ll only cost a dime.
All the ladies that look so fine,
Turn up their noses – don’t have no time.

Me and the bums don’t really care -
Life is sweeter here, where the cupboards bare

On the street, by the stoplight.
Feel the heat, somethin’s not right.
Lookin’ through kaleidoscopes, empty eyes – full of hope.

Me and the bums get that front row stare.
The show is starting – and no one -and no one cares.

Momentary Romance

Written By: Lynda Bell

it’s the kind of thing when love can seem so tragic
it’s a temporary time for some magic.

well, I know you – and you know me
and we don’t even have to see
each other
to know.
how to take it so slow.

and it’s such a shame that things can get in the way
of such a fine, lovely love affair

what’s in your mind and in your heart
is simply just a place to start
to love me. Oh no.

Don’t say its wrong, it’s just a thought
but I can’t deny a love so hot –
for you baby. for you, you my love.

it’s a momentary time for a romance
Lets take it so lightly, and slow

a tall smooth glass, a drink of wine
your lips are lovely next to mine
let’s go. and take it so slow.

well, take my hand let’s have a dance
we’ll tango till the stars fall from the sky.

the room disappears, I’m falling in
it’s such a gorgeous way to sin, oh no.
let’s take it so slow.

Don’t say its wrong, it’s just a thought
but I can’t deny a love so hot –
for you baby. for you, you my love.

Don’t say its wrong, it’s just a thought
but I can’t deny a love so hot –
for you baby. for you, you my love.

Don’t say its wrong, it’s just a thought
but I can’t deny a love so hot –
For You………

Subdivision Blues

Written By: Lynda Bell

One fine day, couldn’t find my way.
I Drove around in a circle, looked for somethin to say.

Then I saw a street sign, it said come right in –
Didn’t look like any place - I’d ever been.

You know I think my old neighborhood’s through–
I can’t keep up with you, I-
I got those white girl –
Subdivis ---ion, Subdivision Blues.

Umm, the kids were screamin, what ya git for me?
Well it’s time to go, and we’re late already.

I looked around - at our manicured grass.
I’m not in Kansas, anymore. - Will I ever get back?

You know I think my old neighborhood’s through–
I can’t keep up with you, I-
I got those white girl –
Subdivision Blues.

Fax Machine, Umm Direct Ticket
I got a beeper, got a pager, got a cell phone,
Im drivin in – My mini van – I got it all
I got it all – I got it all
We got it all, We got it all, We got it all

-But its all too perfect Yeah its all too perfect

Well I think I’ve forgotten, how to breathe fresh air
And Whatever happened to the county fair?

Is there a place - where regular people can go?
With old boys playin checkers there - around a wood stove.

Was there a time when there was something for free? No where to go, No where to be - I don’t know I’m in Oz, baby. Don’t ask me. Umm, don’t ask me.

Don’t ask and I won’t tell, Don’t ask and I won’t tell, Don’t ask and I won’t tell, Don’t ask and I won’t tell

Long Way Home

Written By: Lynda Bell

When I was a little baby girl,
my mama taught me my mama taught me right from wrong.

Now that I’m all grown up,
How can I find my way back home?

Chorus:
Oh yea yea
Oh no no
Na na na
yea yea
Whoa whoa
My Way Back Home

If I could have only seen,
into that magic crystal ball.

There is only one way to go, There is only one way to go
know yourself so we were told.

Oh yea
No no no
Na na na
Whoa whoa
yea yea
My Way Back Home

In this life, we travel right
Along a highway,
Along a highway of lost souls.

Sometimes we meet, sometimes we pass,
Sometimes we meet, sometimes we pass,
Right on by our way back home.

Oh yea yea
Oh no no
Na na na
yea yea
Whoa whoa
Way Back Home

Flatline Lover

Written By: Lynda Bell

You call out my name, and I go up in smoke.
But you take my love, and treat it like a joke.

You say you want me, but I’m all alone.
Don’t say you need me, when I know you don’t.

You can take my head – And it turn it upside down
But if you want my heart – You got to know your own.


I saw you with her, she was all over you.
You took her home, like she was somethin’ new.

Hey - why can’t you see, you’re actin’ like a fool?
No man of mine, should treat me like you do.

You can feed me lies, and try to give me proof.
But if you want my love – you got to tell the truth.

If you could tell me, when you’ll bring it around.
I could pick up my head, and get it off the ground.

I know I’m crazy, to let you hold me down.
To be my man, you can’t keep messin’ around.

You got to step on up – and bring it to me now
Cause if you want my soul – you got to lay it on down.
- You got to lay it on down.

Frances Said

Written By: Lynda Bell

Millers Island was where we lived,
It’s looked the same since we were kids.
But back then, there were no rules,
about where you walked - no swimming pools.

They closed the beach, the bar, the dock
They said the people got too rough.
I see it all now from your view – Your friends have moved,
and you have too.

Hey Frances, can’t you see?
The docks are empty, and the boats are free.
They’ve moved away now, what else could they do?
They’re in the city now – They’re in the city now – Just like you.

There was a time when you were free,
To make your living by the sea.
Back then, there were no rules,
About how you work, or how you choose.

They bought the land we used to use,
No longer welcome we were removed.
I see it all now from your view – Your life has changed, and you have too.

Hey Frances, can’t you see?
The docks are empty, and the boats are free.
They’ve moved away now, what else could they do?
They’re in the city now – They’re in the city now – Just like you.

Now it’s just me – And Frances – And the sea.