Kara Kaufmann

///The Lyrics

Sam Tyler


This life in my dreams

A good eight hours spent with you

And it all goes my way

No need for drinks to carry

A conversation

No desperate dialing

Sorry about that

 

But I miss you

 

You cried on my naked shoulder

On my cheek

There were tears all over

And it all went your way

No need for drinks

Or desperation

 

It was like backwoods

And turned around

We were dirt biking memories

All messed up because 

You are cottage and water

And your brother

He was still around

He sat down and chatted with me

 

This complication 

Of you and youth

Has got me walking backwards

1982

Awake now in a foreign home 

Awake now with an unfamiliar Me 

In uncomfortable sheets

 

It was like backwoods

And turned around

We were dirt biking memories

All messed up because 

You are cottage and water

And your brother

He was still around

He sat down and chatted with me

 

Those chairs outside

The equipment shop

8 a.m. laughing

And waiting for him to open up

Red wine in a coffee cup

At your hockey match

 

I should've 

I could've 

What if I just would've

But I shouldn't have

Cause I couldn’t have know 

What would’ve

 

Glitch in the hard drive

Jumped over Time Out

The breathing space

2009 

Breathing, Breathing, Breathing

 

 

Kara: Piano, Vocals

Chris: Electric & Bass Guitars, Bass, String Arrangement

Chuck Mauk: Drums

Powerful Woman


I'm a powerful woman

If you want some

I can lie too

I can hurt you

Just like you do

 

And make you spread thin

Like oil

Across the pavement

You're sure slick

But I'd drive 

Right over you

 

"It's just a band thing."

I'm not stupid

I'm a woman thing

And when I think on it

I ain't got no real ties to you

Hey I could leave

And in your void

I'd become something super strong

It's not female power

Just a little more human

Not tied down 

With all your boy shit

 

I'm a beautiful woman

If you want some

I'm sure I could fix it up

Real nice

Be the peach 

In your passenger seat

Wave to all your friends

Look how she glows

Look at that glare

 

"It's just a band thing."

I'm not stupid

I'm a woman thing

And when I think on it

I ain't got no real ties to you

Hey I could leave

And in your void

I'd become something super strong

It's not female power

Just a little more human

Not tied down 

With all your boy shit

 

Hush tonight

You've already said enough

Hush tonight

You've already had it all out

Hush tonight

I've already heard enough

Hush tonight

We've already had enough

 

"It's just a band thing."

I'm not stupid

I'm a woman thing

And when I think on it

I ain't got no real ties to you

Hey I could leave

And in your void

I'd become something super strong

It's not female power

Just a little more human

Not tied down 

With all your boy shit

 

I'm a powerful woman

If you want some

 

Kara: Piano, Vocals

Chris: Electric & Bass Guitars, String Arrangement

Chuck Mauk: Drums

Confessions of a Blue Jean Girl

 

Liters of liquid demons

The days are dropping

The hips are coming

 

And there's nothing I can do

To stop this now

 

I want to dress up like that Madonna

And beat around the bush

Inhale sexy when we need it

 

Be invisible with touch

You touch, and ashes

 

I went and faded

In everything we said 

I went and faded

In everything we did 

 

Watch the beauties be devoured 

In a hole bigger than empty

 

Divided

What it meant to be queen

Have all the dirt bikes

And the small souls

In the whole world

 

Kara: Piano, Vocals

Chris: Electric & Bass Guitars, Drums, String Arrangement

Marilyn's Night Out


I'm not a beggar

But I am quite hot

And I’m melting

Under my own demands

Today afternoon

 

Sitting by the electric fire

Putting together my recipe book

So warm I nearly forget

The heat of humiliation 

 

And I'm soothing the burn

From Marilyn's Night Out

Soothing the burn

From Marilyn's Night Out

 

I'm no longer simple

God I had it cool 

I had it calm

And then my body became a vessel

 

Suddenly I'm not Up North

With my sweet guy

And my friends are no longer friends

They are bed robbers

 

And I'm soothing the burn

From Marilyn's Night Out

I'm soothing the burn

From Marilyn's Night Out

 

Hey Hey Hey Hey come check this out

She was here

Hey Hey Hey Hey come check this out

She just vanished in thin air

Hey Hey Hey Hey

It's just a pretty lady in a pretty dress

 

And I'm soothing the burn

From Marilyn's Night Out

I'm soothing the burn

From Marilyn's Night Out

 

Kara: Piano, Vocals

Chris: Electric Guitar, Glockenspiel

Chuck Mauk: Drums, Percussion

Patrick Prouty: Upright Bass

Rolling Motion

 

Oh you've been talking

Wildly

Like I'm in love

With every rolling motion

Oh I am dressed up tight 

This evening

Can't wait to strip myself bare

 

Of all the pretties

You've laced across my bed

And all the little things you've lodged

In my head

 

Oh you've been talking wildly

Like I'm in love

And even listening 

To your crap advice

In throughout each ear

You've been hungry for my vulnerability

Reeling me in

With each of those

Every one of those

 

Pretties

You've laced across my bed

And all the little things you've lodged

In my head

 

I don't need your yelling tonight

I'm already that far gone

And I don't need your judgement tonight

I'm already caught up in what I think of myself

 

Ah, why you gotta trip me

Into drifting

Say there's these lies

Shaping like dead ladybugs

Across my wavelength

In throughout each and every one of those 

 

Pretties

You've laced across my bed

And all the little things you've lodged

In my head

 

I don't need your yelling tonight

I'm already that far gone

And I don't need your judgement tonight

I'm already caught up in what I think of myself

 

Kara: Piano, Vocals

Chris: Electric & Bass Guitars


Saturdays


I won't chase you down

I'm twenty-four I cannot do that

I won't drag you down

Not for some silly mess like this

 

You've been caught lying

To some of your best friends

And I'm honestly trying to keep it 

Undercover

 

But why let this hurt us

We're much smarter than that

So let's put it to rest

 

I get to see you on Saturdays

It's not enough for you

It's not enough for me

I get to tearing up a little more lately

When I want to watch movies in your basement

 

I am quite tired

Of this connection

I'm tied into

I am quite tired

Of constantly

Trying to re-wire this

 

I've got a dream

And she rests on that fingertip

With all the others that wake me

At dawn

Where something like you

Would be quite soothing

 

I get to see you on Saturdays

It's not enough for you

It's not enough for me

I get to tearing up a little more lately

When I want to watch movies in your basement

 

Evening I come over

Of course there's that look

In your eyes

Still I don't say anything 

Bad about you

I get it now

 

I get to see you on Saturdays

It's not enough for you

It's not enough for me

I get to tearing up a little more lately

When I want to watch movies in your basement

 

Kara: Piano, Vocals

Chris : Electric Guitar


Goodbye


Goodbye

I'm gonna cry

Every time I walk into your old work

Smell the stink of your old T-shirt

 

Think of your sisters

And the bonds, the flesh

I've sliced clean

 

Goodbye

I'm gonna cry

Every time I walk into your old work

Smell the stink of your old T-shirt

 

I know you

Hit the wall

Punched the fan

Picked up the phone

Screaming baby baby baby

When you coming home?

 

Goodbye

I'm gonna cry

Every time I walk into your old work

Smell the stink of your old T-shirt

 

And I'm so selfish

Cause I still want to be 

Friends

And I don't know 

How to act because I want

Everything

 

Goodbye

I'm gonna cry

Every time I walk into your old work

Smell the stink of your old T-shirt

 

Kara: Piano, Vocals

Maybe She's In Paraguay


I got confused

Thought it was last year

On a cool night

 

I made up your voice

I made up the sidewalk

And I made up this thought

 

Oh, come on

Oh, come on

I had you

You were right there

 

All I can see is a china shop

On a main street

In a town I'd really rather not be

 

Maybe she's in Paraguay

You go find her

Maybe she's just lost

Yeah you bring her home

My Dad says

"Yeah you bring her home."

I'm not a cherry or a pretty thing

Anymore

 

The Kaufmann Boys from out West

Came flying in

To be with the still Essex Boys

To be boys with their Dad

And know their Mom had just gone

With a whiskey, a last weekend at the cabin

 

But I swore I saw you driving through the city

With your new winter jackets on

 

You look right at me 

And say

Here K, I'm cussing

And saying a dirty thing

I'm still your Betty

But "I am still dying."

 

Maybe she's in Paraguay

You go find her

Maybe she's just lost

Yeah you bring her home

My Dad says

"Yeah you bring her home."

I'm not a cherry or a pretty thing

Anymore

 

Kara: Piano, Vocals

Maple Leaf


Sorting through laundry

Again you come to mind

It's Monday morning

Sometimes there's no explaining it

I laugh

And pull out

A soaking maple leaf

From my jeans pocket

And it reminds me

 

Where you'll find me

Where I go you'll find me

Cause I'm not doing this again

I'm gonna sit back 

This time through

Let love want after me for once

 

That stop in Strathroy

Was the saddest moment of longing

Clearly out of gas

It's dark

Of course no one's calling

And that weight

She came back up over on me

And I knew exactly where I was going

 

Where you'll find me

Where I go you'll find me

Cause I'm not doing this again

I'm gonna sit back 

This time through

Let love want after me for once

 

And I'm at it again

I am driving 

Get as far as Dexter

I should turn around

There's nothing there for me either

My mind in Provence

Turns out it's some stripper's house

There’s nothing there for me

It's just a fantasy

 

Where you'll find me

Where I go you'll find me

Cause I'm not doing this again

I'm gonna sit back 

This time through

Let love want after me for once

 

Kara: Piano, Wurlitzer, Vocals

Chris: Electric Guitar, Acoustic & Bass Guitars

Chuck Mauk: Drums

 

Hammock


This is gonna hurt

Gonna do it anyway

My country life suits me just fine

Cause I'll tell you

What ends up saving me

Oh, it's that sweet wind blowing my way

Gets me coming 'round with no bruises

At least nothing permanent

 

I see you in the backyard

Sick and tired of the soak down my sides

I am the strongest oak tree you'll ever see

I am the weakest girl you'll ever meet

 

It's cloudy and filmy now

From where I look

 

Call me over with your finger

Cause I'm aching

 

You are the red in my painting

And the September that's coming so soon

Like ice the power just slipped through my hands

Things out of control

I am way too human

To easily leave you

 

I see you in the backyard

Sick and tired of the soak down my sides

I am the strongest oak tree you'll ever see

I am the weakest girl you'll ever meet

 

It's cloudy and filmy now

From where I look

 

Call me over with your finger

Cause I'm aching

 

I said I would never quit you

But lying in this hammock for one

It seems that you've taken to quit me

Now resting my head comfy

Trying to let things go through and out one ear

But I swear to God they're staying right there

 

I see you in the backyard

Sick and tired of the soak down my sides

I am the strongest oak tree you'll ever see

I am the weakest girl you'll ever meet

 

It's cloudy and filmy now

From where I look

 

Call me over with your finger

Cause I'm aching

 

In the sun with the air as my blanket

I seem to have found something of my strength

 

Kara: Piano, Vocals

Chris: Electric & Acoustic Guitars

Patrick Prouty: Bass

Sarah K. Myers: Viola, Violin

You Know What's Up


I think I

Can Create

Something here

 

But I need you

To stick around

 

Stop asking

Personal questions

 

I'm embarrassed

By my answers

 

Besides you

You know what's up

Anyway

I'm sure you know

You know what's up 

 

I'm ready for a 

Car ride

To Jackson

See you on the 

Friend Side

 

And hang you up 

With Sam Tyler

 

But now

But now you know

You know what's up

Now you know

 

You kissed me first

Tracked me down

Now I can't even get you

To stay in the room

 

Ok.

Don't forget your

Blue Button-Up

You'll have them all

Biting their nails

 

Cause you 

You know what's up

Oh, don't you?

Yeah you know

You know what's up

 

Kara: Piano, Vocals