LISTEN / BUYAll lyrics by Christy Jefferson. All songs copyrighted and all rights reserved.
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JAVA JACKET
Swung by my pad n you looked on with distaste. Caught me talking to the black reflecting face. You say the problem is I have too much caffeine, I talk to myself, I’m stuck in a dream…. We’re always fightin – never get along. Every time I talk to ya, I say something wrong. You say it isn’t you, it must be me. I must confess. Take this personally: This Java Jacket is warmer than you. It fits me so much nicer n if I had to choose, I hate to say it, but here’s the diet free truth: Joe just tastes so much better than you! Café is empty, you are long gone. Joe and I stay up till the crack of dawn. A sweet black lover, he listens so well. Creamy in my mouth, but he’ll burn ya like hell! This Java Jacket is warmer than you. It fits me so much nicer n if I had to choose, I hate to say it, but here’s the diet free truth: Joe just tastes so much better than you! I don’t know how you did it, but I surely know why. You couldn’t measure up to my java high. I guess it’s what I get for givin you my house key. I guess I’ll be without caffeine permanently. The psychiatric ward is really fun. The stuff they give us here is definitely number 1. Here it is, Baby, what I really think of you: you’re a day-old, decaffeinated lover, and we’re definitely through! Cuz this Straight Jacket is warmer than you. It fits me so much nicer n if I had to choose, I hate to say it, but here’s the diet free truth: Joe just tastes so much better than you… Nurse Joe tastes so much better than you!
BUFFET AT THE CATTLE PASTURE
A fly flies by me, turns to wave and smile. Says he’s on his way to the feed lot for the Fly Jamboree. I knew it was no lie. He said, ‘I’m a typical fly. Yea, there’s gona be some dancin’ in the moonlight tonight….Oh oh! And a buffet in the cattle pasture! Yea, there’s gona be some dancin’ in the moonlight tonight….Oh oh! And a buffet in the cattle pasture!” He asked if I wanted to come. I said, “I…..I’ve got to be getting home. But I’ll give a whoop n a holler when I pass bye.” He smiled again and was on his way. What a sweet little guy. Well, there’s gona be some dancin’ in the moonlight tonight….Oh oh! And a buffet in the cattle pasture! Yea, there’s gona be some dancin’ in the moonlight,” He said….Oh oh! “And a buffet in the cattle pasture!” Well, it’s just another night here in Pleasantville. The cattle care that we care enough to extend a friendly ‘hello.’ A farmer drives by me in his rusty pick-up truck. He curiously caught my eye as I talked with the fly. “Well, there’s gona be some dancing in your cattle pasture,” I told him. “Yea, and a buffet in the moon light tonight!” Oh oh! “Yea, there’s gona be some dancing in the moon light,” I said. “And a buffet at your cattle pasture.”
MOON PRAYER
You love me with just your love. So we soared – a pair of doves. Higher than high up in the sky. Above the clouds and past the eye of the man on the moon. Like fairy-flies n fire-wind, make us one and draw me in. You took my hand, we fled the highland. They came for you, you smiled and said, “My sweet, my love, we’ll meet again. Join hands, together we’ll stand in the land of the moon. Like fairy-flies n fire-wind, make us one and draw me in. I lost my heart the day they took you away. But my darling, I’ll be there soon, and we shall dance in the light of the moon. Like fairy-flies n fire-wind, make us one and draw me in. Fairy-flies n fire-wind, make us one and draw me in.
PICTURES OF FACES
Tiny and rosy. This picture of me, I was just three. Tucked tight in Pop-pop’s arms. Love shinning from his eyes. From a picture bridging over time. Once the same age as me. Working hard, building a family. Caught there, his gaze to her. Love shinning from my Daddy’s eyes. From a picture, bridging over time. Some day, I’ll have your silver white frame. Wrinkles of smiles and kisses and glow, hugging with hands that love to the bone. Some day, I’ll have your silver white frame. Wrinkles of smiles and kisses and glow, hugging with hands that love to the bone. I found a picture full of something that was missing. It was here the whole time in my Grammy’s eyes. Found a picture of the faces that I follow. Time is circling, sculpting handsome lives. It’s circling, sculpting handsome lives.
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SPEEDY
I wrote a letter to my sweetie pie from the ceiling of my caffeine high.
I asked him to consider please the facts behind a mystery. This is a
matter we mustn’t take lightly. For just a moment return with me back to
the scene of this mystery… a secret he hid deeply…. Be the judge, be
the jury, was it suicide or bravery? Darling, why, oh why… did Speedy
die? // Run, Speedy, Run! Your day is coming! Run, Speedy, Run! Your
hour is approaching! We thought that you were happy munching all day
long on algae, while secretly you dreamed of a life free of fish-bowl
cleaning! You don’t let on! You just deceive, deceive, oh!! Run, Speedy,
Run! Your day is coming! Run, Speedy, Run! Your hour is approaching!
The other snail and fish all laughed when you told them your dream!
They’re takin bets to see how quickly you can reach the grass, Boy!
Speedy Gazed out the window from the fishbowl. He could imagine himself
being free exploring the green leaves of the trees and the grass….
Spreading his slime so blissfully…And Speedy knew he had to develop a
plan to escape! You’ll never know what freedom is unless you take the
dive! I’ll never stop you, Babe, if you believe it’s worth a try….Up the
bowl, over the table. Cross the carpet past the door! An open range for
you to roam, had you made it cross the floor. I never thought we’d find
you lying dried up on the rug – The lifeless body – a determined little
slug… a determined little slug… a determined little slug…. // Oh had he
been you, had you been he, would you risk your life to be free? Be the
judge, be the jury was it suicide or bravery? Why… oh Why…?
CATTY
And there they go again – kickin-up their feet; they
wanted to win. Licorice twill, street shoes, and plaid legs, are
kickin-up the sunshine. Music’s right, her body knows. Itchin June bugs
in her toes. Catty’s savin it up for the show… (no, no, no!) Lindy kids
are hoppin low! Trippin, Slippin, Spin, n Go! Careless kids are gona
wake-up the sun. Here it is: Catty windin up her feet round his. Oh let
it go. No, Catty, no. Let it go. Let it go. Spin her low. Tear it up. We
all know, you best watch and learn when Catty’s got her turn. So here
it is: Catty took another one for the kids. Butcha better run… No,
Catty, no. Better run, better run. That clock says one. Morning is comin
and the fun’ll be done. And all this stompin’s gona wake up…all this
stompin’s gona wake up… all this stompin’s gona wake up the sun! Here it
is: Catty took another one for the kids. Butcha better run… No, Catty,
no! Better run. Better run! Go catch your fun. Don’t quit hoppin till
the morning’s come. But all this stompin is gona wake up… all this
stompin’s gona wake up… all this stompin’s gona wake up the sun. And
there they go again. Popeye and Olive-oil would even turn their heads.
Licorice twill, street shoes, and plaid legs. Not a one will be going to
bed.
COMIN ROUND
What better way to take it than day to
day? I’ve got my heart set, feet wet; nothin’s gettin in my way. I’m
ready now for my turn to shine. I feel it comin round. I know I’m
getting stronger. I think it’s gona change sooner than later. I feel it
comin round. I know I’m getting stronger. I think it’s gona change
sooner than later. I feel it creepin closer in every way. And every slip
and stumble brings me closer to my day. I’m ready now. Just give the
sign. I feel it comin round. I know I’m getting stronger. I think it’s
gona change sooner than later. I feel it comin round. I know I’m getting
stronger. I think it’s gona change sooner than later. The hands that
elevated me, lifted up when I was low. It’s not about me; this one is
for everyone! I’m ready for our turn to shine! I feel it comin round. I
know I’m getting stronger. I think it’s gona change sooner than later. I
feel it comin round. I know I’m getting stronger. I think it’s gona
change sooner than later.
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