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