Tom Bright

Tom Bright

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Ohio Street

Written By: Thomas Bright

When the sun comes up, on Ohio Street, I'm just waking up, from half-remembered dreams. And the crime scene tape flutters in he breeze, when the sun comes up...

There's a cryptic note, in a maple tree, someone carved it there for all the world to see. And a bloody knife, beneath a pile of leaves, when the sun comes up...

(Chorus) On Ohio Street, Ohio Street, where every crime is bitterseet. Ohio Street, Ohio Street, love's the only victim I ever meet.

The cop sips at his cold coffee, and wonders at the irony. How death can look so lovely, when the sun comes up...

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Now the dawn is near, nothing left to say, time is washing all my dreams away. And sirens mark the break of day, turn my collar up, and just walk away...

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1st Avenue

Written By: Thomas Bright

Snow falls in shards, like broken glass. On the lane, she's late again. With the touch of her breath on your face, you relax, there's no turning back...

(Chorus) Like a walk in the park, like a shot in the dark, like a melody out of the blue. You take your pleasure, guilded with pain, walking down 1st Avenue.

Someone, holds your hands, in a dream. For awhile, without guile. Scenes from the past come and go. Warm as the sun, her skin on your tongue.

(Chorus: A) There's a hush in the crowd, then the music gets loud, but the scene isn't quite over yet. A sensuous maid, and exploding grenade, you're never quite sure what you'll get.

(Chorus: B) But you wouldn't stop, 'till you got to the top, praying the fantasy's true. You know she cares, 'cause you've seen her there, walking down 1st Avenue.

Dawn rings the city in fire, crisis past, you'll sleep at last. Daylight is your port in the storm, but she'll be back, when you fade to black...

(Chorus: A) Like a moment of grace, like a slap in the face, like the feeling of deja vu, you can be sure her love was pure, back there on 1st Avenue.

(Chorus: B) Like a walk in the park, like a shot in the dark, like a melody out of the blue. You take your pleasure, guilded with pain, walking down 1st Avenue...

Oven Door

Written By: Thomas Bright

I've got a burning hunger, down in my soul, you got a special sauce, stirin' in your bowl. You got the table all set, and the lights down low, well tell me what's for dinner girl, I've just got to know...

(Chorus)I've got a hunger for darling, now I hope you feel the same. Open up your oven door, babe, let me feel your flame...

You got a tasty breast and a tender thigh, a hot loaf of bread and cherry pie. A fine rump roast and black-eyed peas, well baby can I taste it if I ask pretty please...

(Chorus)I've got a hunger for darling, now I hope you feel the same. Open up your oven door, baby, let me feed your flame...

Now the dinner's all done, and the gravy's gone cold. The chicken's been et, and the eggs been sold. But you don't gotta worry, that I might roam. 'Cause if I want desert girl I'll eat here at home...

(Chorus)I've got a hunger for darling, now I hope you feel the same. Open up your oven door, baby, let me feel your flame...