(Cole Porter) Everytime we say goodbye I die a little Everytime we say goodbye I wonder why a little Why the gods above me who must be in the know Think
I FORGET WRITER CARLY SIMON All my doctors and friends Have concocted these theories Weary of seeing me day after day On the edge of my bed Leery
O come, all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant O Come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of angels O come, let us adore Him
How can I go on when every thought hurts? I flirt with the notion of no more songs My old familiar foe, self pity haunts me I?m stuck in some over-the
OUR AFFAIR WRITER CARLY SIMON What a perfect night Secrets lights up the sky Like fireflies do ThereA's nothing but a silky hope That old opiate Between
Have yourself a Merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a Merry little Christmas Make
Nobody does it better Makes me feel sad for the rest Nobody does it half as good as you Baby, you're the best I wasn't lookin', but somehow you found
So many tech-heads, recent invasion I stretch out my long legs And I kick away the mouse pad, baby Amazon, eBay, Oracle, he say He promise a freebee
Christmas Is Almost Here (Livingston Taylor) There's a hand that's old and rough And it's holding on To one that's new and small Whose life has just
I can almost touch the stars Filling up the night On their way around the world They stop their flight I can see the brightest star Dazzling in the west
We're coming to the edge Running on the water Coming through the fog Your sons and daughters Let the river run Let all the dreamers Wake the nation Come
My father sits at night with no lights on His cigarette glows in the dark. The living room is still; I walk by, no remark. I tiptoe past the master bedroom
We can never know about the days to come But we think about them anyway And I wonder if I'm really with you now Or just chasing after some finer day.
It happens everyday Two lovers with the best intentions to stay Together the decide to seperate Just how it happens neither is certain But it happens
LOBSTER QUADRILLE WITH LUCY SIMON WRITER LEWIS CAROLL "Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail. "There's a porpoise close behind us
its 3 oclock in the morn im waking you for the storm a day before the day after we created laughter in a white sandy beach that we love its only you and
I heard the bells on Christmas day Their old familiar carols play And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth Peace on earth I thought how
There's nothin' you can do to turn me away Nothin' anyone can say You're with me now and as long as you stay Lovin' you's the right thing to do Lovin'