Getting There

Written by kevin bacon

Sitting in this trailer park tonight
Still basking in the memory of that glorious fight
It hit me when she stepped into the ring
Floating like a butterfly and i still feel the sting

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I got it bad for an arm wrestling woman
I'm going mad for an arm wrestling girl
I gotta steel my courage lay it on the line
But i got to make her mine
She gently puts her elbow on the block
She's ninety per cent joan of arc and ten per cent jock
She works the crowd she knows new york's her town
Gets that twinkle in her eye and lays that mother down

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Lonely nights make fantasies run wild
She's with me and she's with child
And i will love her evermore
And i will rub her when she's sore
And i will share her with the world
That's just the way it is with an arm wrestling girl
Standing in this ice cold parking lot
To tell her my intentions will take all that i've got
Maybe she could love me probably not
But you can't put the points up if you don't take the shot

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Written by kevin bacon, michael bacon

She woke me up late last night
She said something don't feel right
I think it would be best for me
To get this off my chest you see
Way back in eighty-two
Around the time i first met you
He didn't even mean a thing
A silly fling
And she said
I'm not attracted to those muscle-bound guys
And she said i prefer a man who's more your size
And he had a swollen wallet and a swollen head
There's more to life than being good in bed

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Too much information
No i was not aware
Too much information
What makes you think i care
I could have made it through this day
Feeling perfectly o.k.
Having never heard a single word
That you just chose to say
Too much information

Now he said man it is so weird
Weird that i should see you here
'cause i was just about to write
Now we're face to face tonight
At your audition yesterday
You just blew us all away
So much style and so much grace
And what a face
And he said
You found the humor and the sadness there
And he said you got the accent you got the hair
And he said you've got the soul and you've got the heart
And by the way
You didn't get the part

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Ooo don't you send that information my way
I've had a blow-out on the information highway
'cause i'm not sigmund freud
I'm not carl jung
You can keep it on your mind
But keep it off your tongue
'cause i don't want your cross it's more that i can bear
Let it be my loss what makes you think i care
I could have made it through this day
Feeling perfectly o.k.
Having never heard a single word
That you just chose to say
Too much information

And i said i don't read reviews
Because they just give me the blues
When they're bad they're really rough
When they're good they're not good enough
They said this one you should read
Because we all agreed you need
A little bright spot in your day
My day was gray i said o.k.
The critic said
This music was a nice surprise
The critic said i did not expect to like these guys
And he said clever lyrics and an awesome band
But there's this one song that i can't stand
Too much information
I really hate that song
Too much information
Somebody give them the gong
Too much information
Hated that one a lot
Too much information
Lennon-mccartney they're not
Too much information
It had me seeing red
Too much information
Stick to the movies instead
Too much information
What an annoying song
Too much information
Even the ending's too long
I could have made it through this day
Feeling perfectly o.k.
Having never heard a single word
That you just chose to say
Too much information

Written by michael bacon

Sweet july's not welcomed here
Here the trees are green all year
They don't need her summer's glow
In this land of ice and snow
Lakes of steel frozen flat
July comes and changes that
Smashing with her warm sun rays
Tilts the docks and heaves the highways

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July you're a young girl
July it's an old world
My heart races when i see you nearing
But i know i'll soon be hearing
The sad songs the mad songs
The everything is bad songs
Won't you fly away
July away

I once had a girl so fair
With eyes of blue and golden hair
Don't know why she let me go
To this land of ice and snow

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Written by kevin bacon

Oh he was a cold cold man
Touched him with a cold cold hand
Raised him with an iron glove
Down in the city of brotherly love
There he waited at the top
Legs on fire i thought i'd drop
Man it was a big big hill
Swear to god i'm climbing still
I will never be as tall
As his mark upon the wall
But i'm afraid that i've begun
To cast a shadow on the son
I want to break this legacy
Change this angry history
And plant a brand new family tree
I guess the rest is up to me

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I gotta chop wood i gotta carry water
Hold my boy and respect my daughter
And when i take my rest
I'll know i did the best i could
Chop wood carry water

Oh he was a strange strange lad
All those wicked thoughts he had
Left to build his little world
And he left you with a lonely girl
Yeah you were the princely one
You bear the burden of the first born son
But man it was a peasant's goal
Cigarettes and rock and roll
Now you can try and hold it in
But you will never be as thin
And you can never take the floor
Because you never went to war
You want to break this legacy
Change this angry history
And plant a brand new family tree
Here's some cheap advice from me
Brother gotta
Chop wood you gotta carry water
Hold your boy and respect your daughter
And when you take your rest
You'll know you did the best you could
Chop wood carry water

Now you can build yourself a monument
Yeah you can write your name in stone
But you're checking out like you checked in naked and alone

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Written by michael bacon

It's a rocky road down ida's farm
Past the sticks and stones
And names that harm
They don't like her rooster crowing
Cows and flies and weeds are a growing
It's a rocky road
Down ida's farm

It's a rocky road
Down bankie's dune
Made of memories and bits of moon
Here they come with a zillion dollars
Crowds of tourists soon to follow
It's a rocky road
Down bankie's dune

From the hills of pennsylvania
She fights to hold her ground
To the white sands of anguilla
He still hears the sound
Of music made for no reason at all

It's a rocky road
Down 9th avenue
Past the sea of cars
And fields of fume
That old guitar is never played
Full of songs never made
It's a rocky road
Down 9th avenue
It's a rocky road

Written by kevin bacon, michael bacon

He was headlining the lazy lounge
And the crowd was growing thin
It was me and two drunk salesman
And a waitress named corine
He wasn't much to look at
Drum machine and a bad toupee
But he brought out a beat-up strat
And blew us all away
He was born to do it
He was born to play
Like there was nothing to it
Like he did it every day
Not some well-pierced pretty boy
That you find on every block
Not born to beauty
Not born to beauty
Born to rock

Open mike in a village bar
All the bands would play for free
When the drummer took his solo
I realized he was a she
Now she was bigger than a houseboat
She was lucky it was dark
But you should've seen her hands float
And she could bite you like a shark
She was born to do it
She was born to play
Like there was nothing to it
Yeah she did it every day
Not some skinny pin-up
She had time like a swiss-made clock
Not born to beauty
Not born to beauty, yeah

Their clothes are out of style
And the road shows on their faces
The hair that once lived on their heads
Has moved to other places
Maybe they got day jobs
To support this rockin' jones
But the rhythm fits them like a skin
And the blues is in their bones

Turn on your mtv
And you won't find them there
You can read that rolling stone cover to cover
You won't find them anywhere
But in basements and garages
Hotel lounges, roadside bars
Close your eyes and hear the tunes
And you'll be seeing stars
They were born to do it
They were born to play
Yeah there was nothing to it
Yeah they did it every day
Not too good to look at
Less like kirk and more like spock
Not born to beauty
Not born to beauty
Born to rock

Written by kevin bacon, michael bacon

You scared me when i met you
The way you sparkled in the dark
I drove around for hours
But you never showed your heart
You took me in your arms
That smelled of oranges and sage
You tempted me with glory
Until i was your slave
Then you took me to the party
You said you loved to watch me dance
But you took home the latest thing
And there was no second chance

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Now your mountain's on fire your river's run dry
I got a burning desire to kiss an angel good bye
Climbing out of your smokescreen the weather looks clear
Leave an angel below me in the city of fear

You scare me when i see you
Because i remember times we had
How you shook me like a baby
Who had swallowed something bad
You scare me because i need you
Like a roof over my head
Like a baby needs new shoes
Mama's milk and daddy's bread
But you distrust my honesty
And you distrust my car
And you don't like the way i look
When i'm playing my guitar

Chorus

Sometimes i'm your lover your white knight your shining star
Sometimes i'm a dinosaur and i'm sinking in your tar

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Written by kevin bacon

And if this morning is our last
How long 'til i will not remember
Will you become my distant past
Before july becomes december
And if i lose your photograph
How long 'til i will lose your face
Find some echo of your laugh
Hiding in some darker place
And if i give you everything you ask
Every word of every song
Will i have nothing left to live for
When you decide you've stayed too long

And if i locked you up inside
How long 'til you would want another
And slip away into the night
Try and find yourself a lover
And if i gave you everything you'd see
All my blood and flesh and bones
Will my spirit still belong to me
When you decide you've stayed too long
Yeah will my spirit still belong to me
When you decide you've stayed too long