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underneath the moon
(Words & Music by Margaret A. Roche)
I overheard a wise gal say
Whose gentleman was her ruin
"Sweetness gets me nowhere
'Cept, underneath the moon."
Good men want a virgin
So don't you give yourself too soon
'Cept in an emergency
Like underneath the moon.
A woman is like a puzzle
Shackin' up with the clues
while every piece she get
Is another piece she lose
Good men want a virgin
So don't you give yourself too soon
'Cept in an emergency
Like underneath the moon.
Crazy to fight the moon
Ahhh, praisin' the fightin' moon
It's the happiest light
That ever come natural to me
Girls'll hitchhike half the way to Mercury
Don't get as hot as this degree
If you go at it at a gallop
It's gonna make you sweat and swoon
But sweetness will get you nowhere
'Cept underneath the moon.
down the dream
(Words & Music by Margaret A. Roche)
I stop to lean
At the entrance to the highway
On the leg of an underpass
And it was there that George caught up with me
We drank his pint of freedom
Down the dream
I invest my soul in company
I bet the big exchange
First of all for love of thee and
Secon'all deranged
There ought to be somethin' to fall back on
Like a knife
Or a career
Oh heavy is the heart
That bears a started life
In the dying time of year
In the dying time of year
I left my pots and plans on the landlord's stove
and was drove down through the Texas heat
Threw my love out in the street
George is colored and I'm white
and George could go for me
George is wonderin' if I might
Go for him
Go to Louisianna
Rockin' a banjo on my knee
After a man that said he'd go for me
George, I'm all gone down the dream
George, I'm all gone down the dream
George, I'm all gone down the dream.
wigglin' man
(Words & Music by Margaret A. Roche and Terre Roche)
Wigglin' man
Can't stand still
Gonna chew his hand
Gonna wiggle until
Come a gal, so mellow
So true that she'll
Let the steam out of the fellow
Let him have his will
Wigglin' man
Tryin' to play a song
Chewed up hand
Got the chords all wrong
Come a gal, so mellow
So true that she'll
Let the steam out of the fellow
Let him have his will
Wigglin' man
Crapped out on the floor
Chewed up hand
Always reachin' out for more
"I don't care if she's slender
I don't care if she's fat
Don't need no pretender"
Damn sure about that
Wigglin' man
In a grave, getting laid
Chewed up hand
Gone grippin' on a blade
Come a gal, she's so mellow
So true that she'll
Let the steam out of the fellow
Let him have his will
west virginia
(Words & Music by Margaret A. Roche)
Nineteen
Charleston
Mescaline
He said he was a genius
B plus average
In civil engineering
His rearing
Was Catholic
Political leanings
And a talent for stealing things
Boys keep score on the back of the bathroom door
And I don't think he'd ever been there before
Thirty
They got the rap down
Him
He's only pickin around
In polititics
God
And underground newspapers
Learnin' on me
Turnin' out lights
So you don't have to see
if you empty out all your pockets you could not make the change
(Words & Music by Margaret A. Roche)
Before I went to jail
When I was sayin' that I was free
You was lined up down the avenue
Just about as far as I could see
You got one eye on my dungarees
And another on my reviews
And a third one on the waitress
She was straightenin' up the pews
She was passin' around a basket
She was wipin' off the spoon
She was readin' the handwriting on the moon
You call yourself a handyman
You can do anything with your hands
Telling me about your family
Telling me about your plans
Yeah, well I ain't got the belly for this
And you ain't got the brains
And if you emptied out all of your pockets, honey
You could not make the change
She keeps passin' around that basket
You keep droppin' in your dues
Instead of readin' the handwriting on the moon
Mine sure ain't the belly
And I know yours ain't the brains
And if you emptied out all your pockets, honey
You could not make the change
If you emptied out all of your pockets, baby
You could not make the change
telephone bill
(Words & Music by Margaret A. Roche)
What have you left me with
Telephone Bill
What have you left me with
Telephone Bill
Mill valley, dilly-dally
Mill valley, dilly-dally
Telephone willy-nilly
Oh the way you drink you killed me
Oh to the way you drink you killed me
oh the way you drink I know
You would have killed me
I always took care of my Telephone Bill
I always took care of my Telephone Bill
He was and is and never will
He was and is and never will
He was and is and never will
and I follwed him down like Jill
swallow Jack
swallow like a contraceptive pill
oh you wanna keep track
you know you wanna keep track
oh you wanna keep track
of your telephone bill
You know you wanna keep track
You know you wanna keep track
You know you wanna keep track
Of your Telephone Bill
Why should I pay this telephone bill
why should I pay this telephone bill
I'm gonna rip it up and change my name
I'm gonna rip it up and change
and almost everything
will settle down and be the same
a town from now
a town from now
a town
malachy's
(Words & Music by Margaret A. Roche)
Eddie said the beat was wrong
Tom didn't like the tune
The boy with the beard in the corner
Laughed in the middle of the song
He didn't stay very long
Eddie said the lights were low
Tom said the treble was high
The boy with the beard in the corner
Laughed in the middle of a sigh
Don't think we ever even caught his eye
Sometimes I used to find I'd be singin' to you
As if you were sittin' at the table by the door
Eddie says a friend of his is
Makin' it big in L.A.
Yeah, well everybody down at Malachy's
Says were gonna make it someday
Hey hey
Sometimes I used to write songs for you
As if you could feel it in the bottom of your heart
Sometimes I used to find I'd be singin' to you
As if you were sittin' at the table by the door
burden of proof
(Words & Music by Margaret A. Roche)
The world is handout on the corners
and the burden of proof is on you
Consider the lilies how they grow
they toil nor do they spin
yet look at the shape they're in
oh I wanna make my living
in the valley where the lilies grow
and in this struggle
it's important that
I know that you are mine
the world is handout on the corners
and the burden of proof is on me
Tell you what I'll take you to Texas
to eat breakfast at a grapefruit stand
we'll carry all we own in our hands
and we'll take off all of our clothes
and go swimmin' in the Rio Grande
try lookin' up luck
in the back of a pickup truck
pick up the makings of a man
and in this struggle
it's important that
you know that you are fine
the world is handout on the corners
and the burden of proof is on you
and when he's gone
I wonder if a son
will ever happen again
will ever happen again
the mountain people
(Words & Music by Margaret A. Roche)
I got on a bus in Hohokus, New Jersey
(lemme put it down)
I gotta catch this ride while it occurs to me
I'm accepted to a school in the mountains
But I failed the mountain people
Surely I failed the mountain people
Seein' as I'm here, I'll make the whole thing clear to ya.
In the corridors, and in the cafeteria
Nobody wants to be the campus DJ
Servin' it up pipin hot for the mountain people
Pipin' all of last year's hits to the mountain people
The mountain people hate me
But they never phone the station
Diggin in their minds
For their solid gold
Leavin' me to my graduation
I come funny and dumb with spendin' money from Jersey
(suckin on my thumb)
And I surely ache and my momma worries about me
I suppose that I'll fly home at semester break
But where do I fly at heartbreak?
I wanna know where do I fly at heartbreak?
Where do I fly at heartbreak?
jill of all trades
(Words & Music by Margaret A. Roche)
Blowin' in from Boulder with braids
Jill of all trades
Jill love all
Runnin' in to luck
South of the border
Why do you wanna get stuck
With a needle and a kid?
You didn't guess his kind of love
Could be made on a business trip
Jill the old maid
Go on, get out of here
You and me ought to both run away
In this swelling of the moon
We know how you lay
And how he's bored with the way
He told it in the bar
oh, and I've been following the columns in the Morning Star
Tryin' to find where the jobs are
And there's chances on the edge of town
Blowin' by in east-bound cars
Blowin' by in east-bound cars
It was snowin' in Boulder on my way home
Jill of all trades
Jill who stayed
All of you will buy a ticket just to see my face again
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