Some anniversary lyrics

[yendi]

Chicago, "Along Comes a Woman," off of Chicago 17

There is a time when a man needs somebody to talk to
Someone to talk to somebody who'll always be there

All alone, nothing seemed to matter
So alone, doesn't get much better
Can't explain, something that you're feeling
For the very first time


There was a time when you needed someone to hold onto
Someone to hold you somebody who's always sincere


All alone, suddenly you see her
So alone, you know your gonna need her
Can't explain, something that you're feeling
For the very first time


CHORUS
Then along comes a woman
There's a change in the way that you're feeling tonight
Then along comes a woman
And you know that it's right
(And you're holding her tight)


There was a time when you needed somebody to count on
You needed someone to count on somebody to care


Now she's here, nothing seems to matter
She's so near, everything is better
Can't explain, something that you're feeling
For the very first time


CHORUS

And off of the same album (it's really the best guilty pleasure CD of all time), "You're The Inspriation:"

You know our love was meant to be
The kind of love that lasts forever
And I need you here with me
From tonight until the end of time

You should know, everywhere I go
You're always on my mind,
In my heart, in my soul
Baby

CHORUS
You're the meaning in my life
You're the inspiration
You bring feeling to my life
You're the inspiration
Wanna have you near me
I wanna have you hear me saying
No one needs you more than I need you

And I know, yes I know that it's plain to see
We're so in love when we're together
Now I know, that I need you here with me
From tonight until the end of time


You should know, everywhere I go
Always on my mind,
In my heart, in my soul


CHORUS


Wanna have you near me
I wanna have you hear me saying
No one needs you more than I need you


You're the meaning in my life
You're the inspiration
You bring feeling to my life
You're the inspiration
When you love somebody, till the end of time
When you love somebody, always on my mind
When you love somebody, till the end of time
When you love somebody, always on my mind
When you love somebody, till the end of time
When you love somebody, always on my mind


And "My Baby Loves a Whole Bunch of Authors," by the incomparable Moxy Früvous (shadesong doesn't necessarily read these authors, and I sure as hell don't go out dancing, but the point is, she likes to read, and thus never complains that we have too many book):

Well you should see my story reading baby, you should hear the things that she says,
She says "Hon, drop dead, I'd rather go to bed with Gabriel Garcia Marquez."

"Cuddle up with William S. Burrows, leave on the light for Bell Hooks,
I've been flirtin' with Pierre Burton 'cause he's so smart in his books"

I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
My heart's so broke and bleedin'

Baby's just sitting there
doing some reading

So I started watching some TV, played my new cd player too,
She said: "Turn it off or I'll call the cops and I'll throw the book at you."
All this arguing made me get dizzy, called my doctor to come have a look
I said: "Doctor hurry!" He said:
"Don't worry, I'll be over when I finish my book"

I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
We've been livin in hovels

Spendin' all our money on
brand new novels

So I got myself on a streetcar and it drove right into someone,
You know the driver said:

"I was lookin' straight ahead!"

But he was reading the Toronto Sun

So my honey and me go to a counselor to help figure out what we need
She said: "We'll get your love growing, but before we get going, here's some books I'd like you to read."

I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
Lately we've had some friction

'Cause my baby's hooked on
short works of fiction

So we split and went to a party, some friends my girl said she knew
But what a sight 'cause it's authors night and the place looks like a who's who

Now I'm pounding the ouzo

with Mario Puzo

Who's a funny fella?

W.P. Kinsella

Who brought the cat?

Would Margeret Atwood?

Who needs a shave?

He's Robertson Davies!

Ondaatje started a food fight, salmon mousse all over the scene

Spilled some dressing on Doris Lessing, these writer types are a scream!

I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
We'll be together for ages

Eatin' and Sleepin' and
Eatin' and Sleepin' and
Eating und Sleeping und
Turnin' pages.


Yeah!

Anyway, that's the lyrics file for today. :-)