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This is one song from a collection my friend, Jordan, and I have called, "Dean Street." It's our "virtual" album and has been so for years. Maybe it'll get legs in cyberspace. Drum loops are Apple's. Oh, and thank goodness for Dent Du Midi! I brought most of the tracks in using that and Finale. I'll probably do another version with better vocals.
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Lyrics
The plants are waking
Stretching, aching as the sun comes up
I clear away the dust and dirt from my coffee cup
The bed is warm
But you’re so cold and old is what I’m feeling
Fair is fair but you’re not there when I need you
I’m sore, you’re bored,
And I just can’t get out
You’ve locked the door
I stop and stare,
The room is bare of the warmth which you once gave it
My eyes are numb, my brain is dumb to your holding
The phone it rings
And silly things just fly right through my ears
Fair is fair, but you’re not there when i need you
I’m sore, you’re bored,
And I just can’t get out
You’ve locked the door
I don’t know why I set myself up
Just to have you knock me down
You play your games behind my back
I’m just your clown
I’ve just to turn around
turn around
turn around
The moon is rising
It’s not surprising you’re still lost and found
I turn another page around in your open book
The words are there
But I can’t bear to be your silent burden
Fair is fair, but where, oh where, did I lose you
I’m sore, you’re bored,
And I just can’t get out
You’ve locked the door
Stretching, aching as the sun comes up
I clear away the dust and dirt from my coffee cup
The bed is warm
But you’re so cold and old is what I’m feeling
Fair is fair but you’re not there when I need you
I’m sore, you’re bored,
And I just can’t get out
You’ve locked the door
I stop and stare,
The room is bare of the warmth which you once gave it
My eyes are numb, my brain is dumb to your holding
The phone it rings
And silly things just fly right through my ears
Fair is fair, but you’re not there when i need you
I’m sore, you’re bored,
And I just can’t get out
You’ve locked the door
I don’t know why I set myself up
Just to have you knock me down
You play your games behind my back
I’m just your clown
I’ve just to turn around
turn around
turn around
The moon is rising
It’s not surprising you’re still lost and found
I turn another page around in your open book
The words are there
But I can’t bear to be your silent burden
Fair is fair, but where, oh where, did I lose you
I’m sore, you’re bored,
And I just can’t get out
You’ve locked the door
Suzanne
you remind me how much i miss the beatles! if you have more like this, lets hear the whole album!---morning girl