Story

Inspired by a conversation I had with a woman whose ovarian cysts disappeared when she stopped seeing a particular lover. We discussed how energy is transferred between people through sex, and can manifest physically in a woman's body. This song examines this phenomenon and urges women to love themselves enough to walk away from a situation that is neither emotionally nor physically healthy, and to do so somehow without anger.

Lyrics

I know a sister
She's got growths in her womb
I have a girlfriend
She's got some of them too
I know a mother
Thinking she was having her third
But she gave birth to a
Two-and-a-half pound symbol of his burden
I know a young man
With a serpent tattooed on his arm
I feel the danger
when he's playing I can taste his charm
So we claim that there's
this chemical reaction
We surrender cause we
Crave what little passion they give
But if we recall what is sacred
We will bless them
Bless them and just say we're on our way
I know a sister
She's got growths in her womb
I have a girlfriend
She's got some of them too
I know a mother
Thinking she was having her third
But she gave birth to a
Two-and-a-half pound symbol of his burden
Now What I'm saying
Is the energy we all possess
Is passed between us
Sometimes loving
Sometimes quite a mess
And when we give ourselves
To one who does not know himself
Then we take inside
the chaos he's created
But if we recall what is sacred
We will bless them
Bless them and just say we're on our way
Every climax
Which should be the merging of two souls
Becomes the transference
of garbage to the dumping hole
In the junkyard
We will strain to find the useful things
We seek the beauty
In the driest field of dirt and weeds
And there's a sister
She sees potential in him
And there's a girlfriend
She sees the soul that's within
And there's a mother
Believing he's just going through a phase
Performs her duty
cuz she knows
That he, like she, is afraid
I know a sister
(Tell him that you cannot stay)
I have a girlfriend
(Walk away without the hate)
I know a mother
(Remember what is sacred)
I know a young man
I know her husband
I have a lover
Bless him and just say
I'm on my way

Story

You know when you're spending time with someone you have no business being with-- someone who's totally wrong for you? Dangerous even?  This is a song about refusing to regret a dangerous love.

Lyrics

I grew up where my life's path lead to a cul de sac
While you grew up where your life still leads you
To hell and back
And while your path has stayed the same
Mine's found a way to Twist and turn
And writhe to find yours
And now I'm far from safety, far from home
Far from any comfort in your zone

But I won't regret the love we've made
People say I'm foolish and I'm strange
But I know that they are just afraid like I was
No I won't regret the love we've made
They can say I'm foolish and I'm strange
But I know that they are just afraid like I was
Like I am,  Sometimes,  Still
But I won't regret the love


Here's the thing, I've no business trying to get with you
But you're the cool one with steel veneer
Who let down his guard and shed a tear
Was that your plan to reel me in
'Cuz I can't tell who's doing whom no more
In this sordid lovers tug of war

Story

Sisyphus is that character from Greek Mythology who was sentenced to roll a rock up a steep hill, only to see it roll back down again, for eternity. But what is not well known about this fairly familiar character, is that he was the King of Corinth, a righteous leader who merely asked Zeus for a body of water from which his people could drink. Sisyphus was able to maneuver this without Zeus' consent, but was ultimately sentenced to the most futile of tasks for eternity. This song was inspired by Albert Camus' essay, "The Myth of Sisyphus," in which Camus likens Sisyphus to a modern-day existentialist hero. This song is about sell-outs and heroes. Ultimately, it honors all of those who fight against all odds, against a corrupt system, to make the world a better place. Specifically, I pay tribute to Judi Bari, an environmental and union activist who was paralyzed by a bomb planted in her car by the FBI, and who didn't quit organizing, despite her disability.

Lyrics

Saw a film 'bout a boy last night
Who had the healing hands of God
'Til he gave that all up one day
To spend his life with a buxom blonde
I guess the filmmaker got real
I guess he made an anti-hero
'Cuz what real man would turn her down
In her brand new red convertible?

Sisyphus are you there still?
Rolling your rock up and down that damn hill
Sisyphus what do you do
When the task seems lonesome and totally futile?


Know of a social activist
Protested wars and corporate bullshit
Til he grew up and strolled Wall Street
Now he scoffs at his youthful ideals
I guess he couldn't stop the war
I guess he couldn't combat the greed
I guess he thought if you can't beat 'em
You might as well join up with them

Repeat Chorus

I'm not saying it's an easy task
To save the world let alone one's own ass
All I'm wondering is what's up with me
Once was brave, but then I got lazy
I guess my arms and back got sore
I guess I saw no end to the doom
I guess I thought I'd join the ranks of
The happy takers of what's still left
The happy takers of what's still left

Knew a tree-hugger named Judi B
She lost her legs to an FBI bomb
But she continued to use her arms
And a brilliant mind for a righteous cause
I guess she had more strength than most
I guess she knew what had to be done
I wonder if I'd helped her out
There'd still be trees where there are none

Sisyphus are you there still? Rolling your rock up
And down that damn hill
You must be the bravest one
Fearless hope in the face
Of practically none

Story

A brave and playful proposition for potential lovers who come to the table with walk-in closets of emotional baggage.  It takes courage not to walk away from love, and strength and self-awareness to open yourself up to relationship when you know neither of you have your shit together yet.

Lyrics

I'm sorry to hear that
The woman before me
Was some kinda psycho
That's not my problemo
I too had a lover
Who left me with luggage
But I'm trying to travel
A little bit lighter
So would you just please pretend
That I'm not your mother or your ex-girlfriend?

We're alone in this world
We mourn every day
longing for love
Yet we still run away
We're alone in this world
let's not be afraid
Here, come take my hand
Let's try to be brave


I'm fully aware that
I'm pushing your buttons
But I swear that I do this
With nothing but lovin
Feel free to debate me
But I know what you're thinking
We're made for each other
One way or another
So could we just please relax ?
Forget all the obstacles in our path!

Repeat Chorus

I'm tired of waiting
Anticipating
What it would be like
The first time we get naked
Here's the bottom line, love
I'm wanting you real bad
Forget your neuroses
Come sit on my lap
Cuz if you were to relent
I might take a chance again
and surrender
But more likely than not, my friend
We'll go home once more,
Alone and frustrated

Repeat Chorus

Story

An ode to a troubled teen. I had been her homeroom teacher when she was in seventh grade. She became a little sister to me, and then a dear friend.

Lyrics

Her mama's finally free
from a man who never loved her
Her mama's just forgotten
how to be a mother
It's mamas turn to live her life
having wasted over fourteen years
But how do you explain this to
A child who has as many fears?
Carmen calls me up
or sends poems in the mail
She tells me how it's goin
she tells me why she'ss scared
She says she's been a naughty girl,
She's smoking every single day
She says she wants to be someone,
but she's throwing her life away

And who will be there for her?
Who will take care of her? (Cuz)


Carmen broke the rules today
Carmen meant no harm she said
Carmen needs someone to say
Carmen it'll be O.K.


Carmen sees a boy
who stops by after school
He leaves before her mom gets home
she's breakin every rule
She claims that she's a teenager,
so obliged to her fellow peers
To attempt what is not allowed,
There's defiance in her every tear

Repeat Chorus

Nothing's real, Nothing works
Hating's hard, Loving's worse
Rules stink, Laws are lame
Who's to blame,  Life is strange
Go ahead, I don't care
Size me up, Nothing's fair
Decimate Isolate Contemplate me
What's it mean, Where's it from?
Shut your mouth, I'm not done
Life is hard, I'm in flux
I feel shamed, Crying sucks
I am angry and sad
I am told that I'm bad
Purify  Simplify  Justify me

Repeat  Chorus

I'm in fear,  Hell is near
I'm not dumb, Prozak numbs
Life is hard, I'm in flux
Why this shame, Crying sucks
Don't evade, Let's be frank
I'm insane and deranged
Elevate Celebrate Liberate me
Elevate Celebrate Liberate me!

Story

Inspired by my year-long bout with Epstein-Barre. What if I never got better? Would I have regrets about the way I lived my life? Oh yes. By not giving love, life or faith a chance, I have committed the ultimate crime. Ultimately, the song is a cry for a second chance, for redemption in this life.

Lyrics

I've been loved by precious men
Loved them back with fervent whim
Loved them til I couldn't stand that they loved me
Believed that they'd become fatigued
Believed I was not worthy
And now the moment has arrived for me
to look way deep inside
Did I give love a try?
Well I'm not so sure
And that's my crime

I was blessed with many gifts
That I meant to use someday
That I meant to share
but threw them all away
Cause the gift I never opened
Was the gift of faith
And now the moment has arrived for me
to look way deep inside
Did I give myself a try ?
Well I'm not so sure
And that's my crime

I lie in bed with a strange disorder
I'm not sure if I'll live or die
I rack my brain to figure out the reason why
There must be some kind of lesson
I'm supposed to learn from this
And now the moment has arrived for me
to look back on my life
Have I spent well the time?
Well I'm not so sure
And that's my crime

And I don't want to say good-bye...

Story

An anthem for girls and women everywhere. One of the first songs I ever wrote, inspired by three of my best girlfriends. The message: Go on girl, chase your dreams, claim what is rightfully yours, because nothing can stop you

Lyrics

I'm sitting with a little woman, age thirteen
We're chatting over greasy fries and diet drinks
She's telling me her dreams
And life's misdeeds (And I say)

Go on girl get it on
You got to get it on girl
Get it on
'Cuz nothin's ever gonna stop you
Nothin's ever gonna stop you


Now I see no matter what our age we feel life's pain
Child is telling me she can't go on
She's gone insane
And I know just how she feels
I know it's real (But I say)

Repeat Chorus

How can I show you all of your worth?
Sister, you've gotta see
All that you mean to me
I'm telling you
There'll be a light
'Cuz nothing lasts forever
Nothing but change
You will find an answer someday

Don't you know it's 'bout the time in our lives
to get it on?
No more feeling like we've got no right
To claim what's ours!
It's time for us to keep on climbing
Higher and higher (And we'll sing )

Repeat Chorus

Story

A self-love song. Those "I'm no good" beliefs are all lies.

Lyrics

Can I take this seat beside you?
May I stare into your lovely eyes?
Will you tell me what is going on inside?
Cause I think I know what's going on, going wrong
You believe that you're not good enough
Insist you've missed your last chance
But I know you're telling lies

May I walk along side of you?
May I hold your hand in mine?
You don't have to speak a word to me tonight
Cause I think I know what's going on, going wrong
You withdraw from my loving touch
Insist you don't deserve it
But I know you're telling lies

Where do you run to, Why do you run ?
Where did you learn to hide from the sun ?
When will they cease, these untruths you believe?

May I ask a favor of you?
As I turn from the mirror's glare
Will you say the words, I love you, I careĀ?
Can you say them without feeling false?
Do you dare?
You answer with a rush of tears
You'd like to say that it's just no use
But you know you're telling lies

Story

A letter to the slain leader inspired by the news accounts of the death of his widow, Betty Shabazz, and the Autobiography of Malcolm X.

Lyrics

Malcolm I heard the news today
They lynched your grandson in the press
They said he took your widow's dress
And lit a fire
I did not believe what they had said
It could not be what they had said
They said your daughter was depressed
And raised a hoodlum

What does a blue-eyed devil
Care of this situation?
Tears are no justification
But they flow nonetheless
And I'm sorry Malcolm X
So sorry Malcolm X


I'm sorry for the way she died
As if her life weren't hard enough
I hope that she's there with you now
And somehow smiling
But can you look down and not weep
For those black souls you loved so deep
Could things have turned out differently
If you'd been with them?

What does a blue-eyed devil
Care of this situation?
Tears are no justification
But they flow nonetheless
And I'm sorry Malcolm X
So sorry Malcolm X

Cream in your black coffee was
The only form of integration you approved
You believed that hearts that bleed
Were somehow worse than Klansmen
But I know you came to change your mind
Perhaps the rainbow should unite
The Prince and King would have agreed and
That's why they killed you

Maybe that's why I sometimes weep
The rest of us are so damn weak
We need the folks like you to lead
To wake our sleeping
But who is brave enough these days
To take a bullet in the chest
We've all been warned too many times
Righteousness means death

And I'm sorry Malcolm X
So sorry for our mess