Natural Disaster

R. Baur, D. Myrick, J. Spence


 

Baby Loves a Heartache

She wears it round her neck

So tight, it’s almost like I can taste it on her breath  

 

Baby loves a train wreck

Loves to jump the track

So wreckless once you’ve held it can’t help but come back

 

She comes She comes around like a hurricane

She blows She blows like a twister in the hard rain

She burns She burns like wildfire white flame

I’m caught in the path

Of a natural disaster

 

Baby’s got my number

Likes to call me up

The phone rings and she’s whispering “it ain’t got a damn thing to do with love”

 

She comes She comes around like a hurricane

She blows She blows like a twister in the hard rain

She burns She burns like wildfire white flame

I’m caught in the path

Of a natural disaster

 

When she comes around

I try not to make a sound

But trouble is always going to find me -

I try and hold her tight

To catch a bottle full of light

we break up - we make up - we're through

And then she's back again

 

She comes She comes around like a hurricane

She blows She blows like a twister in the hard rain

She burns She burns like wildfire white flame

I’m caught in the path

Of a natural disaster

 

 

Maybe I Don’t Need You

R. Baur, J. Spence

 

I don't need you to tell me what to see

Because i believe you see things different than me

I don't need you tell me what to feel

Because when I needed you, you disappear

 

Can you feel the chill of change

Your own two feet feeling mighty strange

 

Maybe I don't need you

Maybe I don't need you

I might be the lonely one

but that's better than a lonely two 

but you're gonna be lonely, yes, you're gonna be lonely

too...

 

I don't need you to reply or tell my why

Cause you're running from all your alibis

I won't take you tellin me how I make

every mistake, when you turned into a fake

 

Can you feel the chill of change

Your own two feet feeling mighty strange

 

Maybe I don't need you

Maybe I don't need you

I might be the lonely one

but that's better than a lonely two 

but you're gonna be lonely, yes, you're gonna be lonely

 too...

 

 

I Don’t Wanna

R. Baur

 

I don't want to know what others want to know

I don't want to go where others want to go

Recycle all the fear, buying everything

And now you're feeding on me

 

I got lots to see, waiting for me

Unfolding like pages, setting me free

Find me on the beach, find me if you please

Tell me your story

 

I don't wanna live in the buy buy buy

Make a lotta money and then die die die

I want to love and live

And sing to my own melody

 

I don't wanna live in the buy buy buy

Make a lotta money and then die die die

You wanna love, then preach

And take your pretty anger out on me

 

You and me are friends, we're seeing eye to eye

Willing to make amends, willing to take to the sky

where others bring us down, we find another love

hold each others hands and we find it up above

 

Sitting in the backseat, they tell us what we’re lacking

Never still, never will, never pay those taxes

I don’t think I’m asking, too much to be happy

Pockets always empty, everything we need

 

I don't wanna live in the buy buy buy

Make a lotta money and then die die die

I want to love and live

And sing to my own melody

 

I don't wanna live in the buy buy buy

Make a lotta money and then die die die

You wanna love, then preach

And take your pretty anger out on me

 

 

Paperman

R. Baur


 

The Paper man, has gone insane
His thin paper heart, has someone to blame

He has never known anyone, like he now knows pain  

Uh, huh...

Far from copacetic, when you break it on down
To live, to learn, to die, to burn
Now it’s too late for lessons...

It’s too late for lessons on love tonight

Everyone in town, had taken a turn
To teach this little missy, unwilling to learn
She said, “living like this, you know, I’d rather burn”
He said, “living like this, she’s gonna live in an urn


Far from copacetic, when you break it on down
To live, to learn, to die, to burn
                 
Now it’s too late for lessons...

It’s too late for lessons on love tonight

Everyone in town, had told her to hide
She said, “He’s hot in the head, but he’s short in the spine”
Now the smoke signals, should have been a real clear sign
Of who’s hot in the head, and who’s short on time

 

Far from copacetic, when you break it on down
To live, to learn, to love, to burn
Now it’s too late for lessons...

It’s too late for lessons on love tonight

 

 


 

 

 

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