Steven Hardy

Steven Hardy

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

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A Little List

Written By: Steven Hardy

I don't want to play your video game, sorry,
I don't want to blow off somebody's head, gory,
I don't want to lie, I don't want to shout,
I want a little more...

Fun on Saturday night,
A little more sun...light,
A little more heart, a little more soul,
A little more rock and roll,
A little more spark, a little more spike,
A little more love, a little more like...
Everything you said you wanted too,
Everything you said you wanted too.

I don't want to say...but you can be so boring.
Where is the guy who used to be so adoring?
I don't want to cry, I don't want to shout,
I want a little more...

Fun on Saturday night,
A little more sun...light,
A little more heart, a little more soul,
A little more rock and roll,
A little more spark, a little more spike,
A little more love, a little more like
Everything you said you wanted too,
Everything you said you wanted too,
But never do.

Do you think that I expect too much?
I don't think so, and I'm not giving up,
I've made it easy for you, I've made it easy for you,
I've made a little list of things you can do--

A little more fun on Saturday night,
A little more sun...light,
A little more heart, a little more soul,
A little more rock and roll,
A little more spark, a little more spike,
A little more love, a little more like
Everything you said you wanted too,
Everything you said you wanted too,
Everything you said you wanted too.

The Christmas Eve Shoppers

Written By: Steven Hardy

It’s the day before Christmas, my forehead starts to sweat,
My hands start shaking, I haven’t started yet,
Thank God I’ve made a list at least, that will save some time,
Most of all I hope the mall stays open until nine.

We’re the Christmas Eve Shoppers, it happens every year,
Instead of Christmas spirit, we’re filled with Christmas fear,
With list in hand, we reprimand ourselves and wonder why
We can’t be like the shoppers who started in July.

There’s no time now to worry if the sweater’s the right size,
Or the bath towels the right color, you’ll just apologize,
There's no time now to wonder if the tie will please your dad,
The Christmas Eve shopper will grab one and be glad.

We’re the Christmas Eve Shoppers, it happens every year,
Instead of Christmas spirit, we’re filled with Christmas fear,
With list in hand, we reprimand ourselves and wonder why
We can’t be like the shoppers who started in July.

The store is almost closing, the tension’s running high,
I search the toy department with one gift left to buy,
A teenage mutant ninja turtle, just the thing to get
For a nephew in Alberta I’ve never even met.

We’re the Christmas Eve Shoppers, it happens every year,
Instead of Christmas spirit, we’re filled with Christmas fear,
With list in hand, we reprimand ourselves and wonder why
We can’t be like the shoppers who started in July.

The cashier feels no pity as she totals the amount,
Depleting this year’s savings from what was my bank account.
I gather up my parcels, wishing her “Merry Christmas,”
I wonder if my Uncle Fred will like his garlic press.

We’re the Christmas Eve Shoppers, it happens every year,
Instead of Christmas spirit, we’re filled with Christmas fear,
With list in hand, we reprimand ourselves and wonder why
We can’t be like the shoppers who started in July.