Song in need of a xylophone

Spill Me (2001 Raw Demo)

Four Strokes [verse]

Freckles

(to be performed as a 70's soft rock anthem/ballad for my favorite Whippersnapper)

I wish I was your toothbrush
so I could be with you in the morning-time
I wish I was your hairbrush
I could really make your hair shine
Shine on, like a little lightbulb, over my head

One more chance is all I need
to make you mine and make you finally see
One more try is all it takes
I'll give to you the heart you'll break

You, you're all I want for me

I wish I was plastic
You could bend me and do no harm
I wish I was pretty
You'd walk in with me on your arm
like you walk in the room with her

You, you're all I want for me
and all I need to be?

I wish I was your freckles
I could be on your face all the time
I wish I had freckles
You'd say "look at yours, they're like mine"
Maybe, then, you'd talk to me

Emotional Hari Kari

I waited for an hour in the pouring rain
Well, that's not exactly true
It smelled just like it was gonna rain
I never should've trusted you
again

The new girl is kinda dull
I bet you'll think she's smart
you think she'll rock your world
she's just for fucking with my heart
again

An angry goodbye and a heavy sigh
Is all that I've got to try

Why do people have to leave?
Oh, I won't bore you with my pain
I keep trying to rewrite this story
But it always ends up the same
again

And angry goodbye and bored sigh
Do you know it's really a lie?

what else do you want of me
it's impossible to give you more
will I try to run away?
or be brave and fall on my sword
again

an angry goodbye and a muffled cry
is all that I'll leave behind

Spill Me

(sigh, always, crush)

You spill me
upside down
and I feel like a stupid schoolgirl
caught with her jumper down

You take me
to places I haven't been
in such a long time
I thought I was gone from them

I don't know why I thought I could be
someone to make you want me
I don't know why I thought I could be
someone to make you leave
all you've ever known

You thrill me
I tingle inside
come over here, shut up, sit down
listen to me for a while
when you talk to me
do you think I'm dumb
it's that stupid insecurity and shyness
holding on to my tongue

I don't know why I thought I could be
good enough to make you want me
I don't know why I thought I could
make you leave
all you've ever known

You spill me
inside out
and here I'm stupid schoolgirl
caught with her jumper inside out
and you take me to places I haven't been
in such a long time I thought I was done with them

I don't know why I thought I could be
good enough to make you want me
I don't know why I thought I could be
someone to make you want me
I don't know why I thought I could be
someone who'd make you leave
all you've ever known

Four Strokes

(A Song For Kate Who's Greatness Cannot Be Contained In A Pop Song And Who Inspires Me To Want To Be Better Than I Am With Her Beauty, Her Grace, Her Stature And Her Eyes)

Imagination, it always comes
asked and answered
here's your 69 (or 1) love song
hesitation, always in the way
just waiting for what she might never say

do you want to take her out
or take her home?
fools ask questions
with answers they already know
anticipation, of what might be
I'll drive this south
till I can
finally breathe

and I'm sorry for things I've not yet done
and all the things I want to do

resignation, for they way things must be
always wanting more than
what's right in front of me
beautiful and broken
but she still knows how to run
the one that got away
the one that'll never come

and I'm sorry for the things I want to try
but don't know where to start

possession, is it what I'm thinking of?
we can never own
the things we want to love
another time? a different way?
could it have happened?
who can say

I'm sorry for the things I didn't try
I didn't, but now, know the way...

one step forward
two steps back
three is harder than you know
one step forward
two steps back
four strokes then we'll go

Julie (to Kate because she asked for a song)

You wait your whole life
to find someone to share it with
You'll soon realize
how hard it is to give

Baby says she's hating me
Doesn't understand how I can be
so ornery, crass and ugly

Maybe she's right
But I don't want to fight
Where it's going remains to be seen...
She's taking calls from Julie

You hide your eyes from all of it
And you stick out you chin
just knowing it's gonna get hit

Baby says she's so into me
Doesn't understand how I can be
so witty, smart and so sexy

But something's not right
the perfume's not mine
"We" as two remains to be seen...
She's hanging out with Julie

You wait your whole life to find yourself a wife
Now you realize a husband could be as nice

Baby says that she's leaving me
Says she just no longer "gets me"
But hopes we can still be friendly

That's alright
I won't put up a fight
besides my future is starting to look keen
I met the ex of Julie.