Long Distance Love
© 1993 Marcia Guderian, all rights reserved
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I wish I thought you missed me, my Long Distance Love
This telephone can't kiss me, my Long Distance Love
And words across these wires can't say what you're thinking of
Long Distance Love, Long Distance Love
And when I read your letter, my Long Distance Love
I felt a little better, my Long Distance Love
But when you called this evening I just couldn't get enough
Long Distance Love, Long Distance Love
And lover's apart for so long realize
If you scatter the embers the fire soon dies
And that is what I'm afraid of
Cos we're apart, Long Distance Love
And if you're gone too long dear, my Long Distance Love
Don't ask me to be strong dear, my Long Distance Love
Cos I can't help but feel as though you're giving me the shove
Long Distance Love, Long Distance Love
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The Gypsy And The Thief
© 1995 Marcia Guderian,all rights reserved
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CHORUS:
I am the Gypsy
You are the thief
You never should have cornered me
You stole my heart
'twas flying free
I am the Gypsy
You are the thief
VERSES:
It was in Tulsa we met last spring
You said you thought I had everything
A life of ease where ever I go
I laughed and told you, "you could not know"
You said your mama was a gypsy too
You traveled with her when your life was new
But fate is hard and often cruel
It took your mama away from you
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You traveled with me for 'most a year
through love and laughter, through pain and fear
through good and bad times you held me near
My independence no longer clear
That's when you told me
you had changed your mind
You had no wish to be unkind
But you must leave, return to find
The wife and family you left behind
(chorus)
Now as I drive these lonely miles
I fight the tears and force a smile
Though fate is cruel and often hard
Next time this heart will be on guard
(chorus)
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Up in the Attic
© 1990 Marcia Guderian, all rights reserved
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Up in the Attic
Lying at rest
Behind a mirror and inside a chest
At the end of a gold chain
Wrapped up in cotton
I found a face
that I thought I'd forgotten
It just goes to show
How memories don't let go
This trinket retired,
And yet brought to light
Brings back the fire
that I felt that night
Flames of betrayal
And coals of mistrust
While you tried to say all
that you thought you must
It just goes to show
How memories don't let go
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I should have thrown it away.
This symbol of love gone astray.
Why play this game this way?
Wrap it back up and bury it deep
Under the other useless things that I keep
And there it lies waiting For me to find
Kind of like baiting a trap for my mind
It just goes to show How memories don't let go
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Don't Play the Last Chord Wrong
© 2000 Marcia Guderian, all rights reserved
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Hello it's nice to meet you
We're mighty glad you've come
I see you've brought your steel   (fiddle),(guitar),  (or?...)
so you can play along
The tune is pretty simple
and we're just having fun
And it don't matter what you do
unless you slide that last chord wrong
(alter verb to fit instrument)
Don't slide that last chord wrong
No don't slide that last chord wrong
You can leave out half the changes
Or play two different songs
But don't slide that last chord wrong
(instrumental break)
2.fiddle: Don't bow those last strings wrong
(instrumental break)
3. guitar: Don't pick those last notes wrong
(instrumental break)
(ending:)
Don't play the last chord wrong
No, Don't play the last chord wrong
We're happy that you're here and that you want to play along
If you just Don't play the last chord wrong
No, Don't play the last chord wrong
Don't back up and don't miss a beat
and Don't Play The Last Chord Wrong....Wrong...Wrong
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Painting the World Blue
© 1989 Marcia Guderian, all rights reserved
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Sit yourself down on that old barroom stool
And you can tell me your troubles,
tell me why you're so blue
Give me your money and I'll sing you a song
Take your mind away from things that are wrong
And we're Painting The World So Blue
There's so much smoke in here
they can't see your face
You could come and go without leaving a trace
Sun setting and the moon on the rise
When time goes sneaking by, it's such a surprise
While we're Painting The World So Blue
Is this what they meant when they said
That we should go out and paint the town red?
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This whole city's got a case of the blues
There's too many people and so little to do
You can hide it in smoke
or you can drown it in booze
But we're letting the days go by, paying our dues
and Painting The World So Blue
Is this what they meant when they said
That we should go out and paint the town red?
A little red dot on a big blue ball
Can hardly be seen at all.
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Buy Me a Mansion on Mars
© 1998 M. Guderian, all rights reserved
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Won't you Buy Me a Mansion on Mars
I need a new view of the stars
And I could stay home and be yours alone
If you'd Buy me a Mansion on Mars
I'm tired of the gravity stuck here on Earth
I'm tired of the crowds and industrial dirt
So if you love me, then help me break free
A world could be mine if you'd give it to me
Won't you Buy Me a Mansion on Mars
I need a new view of the stars
We could play in the sand and form our own band
If you'd Buy me a Mansion on Mars
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choral break:
Take me away - From all this trouble
Show me a place - Where I can play
Give me a home - That I can count on
Sing me a song - To light my way
Over the dessert on Sundays we'd ride
in our luxury dune buggy side by side
Setting our sail to the sun
We'd travel along on the wings of a song
Won't you Buy Me a Mansion on Mars
I need a new view of the stars
In our atmosphere dome
we could feel quite at home
If you'd Buy me a Mansion on Mars
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I Would Not Let It Show
© 1999 Marcia Guderian, all rights reserved
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I don't know what made me say
I wanted you to stay away
Maybe I just could not let you know
That you could hurt me so
I would not let it show
And though through every night I cried
By morning's light my tears were dried
I told myself that I still had my pride
As long as I could hide The way I felt inside
And now a new love comforts you
And still I wish I knew If our love was true
I wonder did you ever know
I loved you even though
I would not let it show
Oh no, I would not let it show
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Don't You Put the Make on Me
© 1998 M. Guderian, all rights reserved
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Running out of money can turn your love around
Twisting up your heart and smoking it down
So if you ain't got money, honey, don't you look at me
I can't afford to keep you so I'd rather stay free
chorus:
Oh, if you're on the take, honey, let me be
Don't you put the make on me
If you ain't got a home, please leave me alone
Don't want you on my sofa watching TV
Eating up the food and falling asleep
Talk about some useless hunk of meat
(chorus)
You know I don't wanna, be your sugar mama
I don't have the time and I don't have the cash
The lights would go out and the loving would crash
I'd give you my heart but you're after my stash.
(chorus)
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If You Should Listen
© 1992 M. Guderian, all rights reserved
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If you should listen what would you hear
Words being spoken but never too clear
Somehow their meanings all disappear
Gone like the day at the end of the year
If you should speak then what would you say
What kind of thoughts would you hope to convey
Words leave your lips and drift away
Gone like the hour at the end of the day
What would you hear or say?
If you should look then what would you see
What kind of place would the world seem to be
Would you conform or would you be free
Would you be frightened if you weren't like me
If you should act then what would you do
What kind of dream would you choose to pursue
What kind of wealth would you work to accrue
Would you be frightened if I weren't like you
What would you see or do?
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You Blame it on Me
© 1989 Marcia Guderian, all rights reserved
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Caught in the rain - what do you do?
You Blame It On Me
Late for your train - what do you do?
You Blame It On Me
If I should leave today and go far away
I know just what you'd say
You'd blame it on me
You Blame It On Me
A little to drunk - what do you do?
You Blame It On Me
Run over a skunk - what do you do?
You Blame It On Me
And though I stay at home and you're out alone
When things go wrong you're known
To blame it on me
You Blame It On Me
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You Blame It On Me
Whenever things go wrong
You Blame It On Me
But still you can't see
Why we ain't getting along
Lost all your bets - what do you do?
You Blame It On Me
Having regrets - what do you do?
You Blame It On Me
And any bit of guilt you ever felt
was never yours to tell
You Blame It On Me
You Blame It On Me
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What's More Important Than The Blues
© 1999 Marcia Guderian, all rights reserved
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Hey Mister Stormcloud can you tell me why
Lately all you do is sit around and cry
Say Mister Stormcloud if you should reply
Please tell me What's More Important Than The Blues
Hey Mister Northwind where ever you blow
Don't you see those good times just get up and go
C'mon Mister Northwind I think you must know
What's More Important Than The Blues
Those blues don't they come swaggering 'round
Singing out my name and dragging me down
Acting like they ain't got nothing to lose
Like - What's More Important Than The Blues
Hey Mister Sunshine hear me I pray
Won't you come out of hiding
and face this world today
Please Mister Sunshine I'm counting on you
To show me What's More Important Than The Blues
Please show me What's More Important Than The Blues
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Habitually Blue
© 2000 Marcia Guderian, all rights reserved
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And I'm Hab-it-u-al-ly Blue since you been gone
Please Baby give me just one clue
'bout what rubbed you wrong
Cos there is nothing I won't do
to make you come back home
Now I'm Habitually Blue since you been gone
You left me crying my heart out over you
And I'm still trying to sort out why we're through
These lonesome blues became a habit soon after you left me
Now these habitual blues won't set me free
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Competition
© 1990 Marcia Guderian, all rights reserved
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CHORUS:
Competition makes the heart grow fonder
Like the grass is always greener
when it's over yonder
Competition makes the heart grow fonder
 
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Well I love him and he loves me
we were a happy couple
Until some gal he left behind
heard that he was doing fine
and now she's always hanging 'round
always try'na put me down
Cos Competition makes the heart grow fonder
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She didn't like him when she had him
says that he should change
She wants him back almost as much
as she wants revenge
and now she's always sure to show
we face her every place we go
Cos Competition makes the heart grow fonder
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There's nothing left she hasn't tried
she's called him on the phone and cried
I heard her threaten suicide
but somehow she still hasn't died
I wish she'd hurry up and see
she's barking up an empty tree
but Competition makes the heart grow fonder
last chorus:
Competition makes the heart grow fonder
Like the grass is always greener
when it's over yonder
Possession's an obsession
like love only stronger
When Competition makes the heart grow fonder
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Twisted Words
© 1991 Marcia Guderian, all rights reserved
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He wasn't guilty - just convenient
The enforcers didn't want to work too hard
And he stayed by in clarity of conscience
Now he's living out his life behind iron bars
Only money could defend him
I guess liberty is just a thing for sale
He thought his innocence was all he need depend on
And that justice surely would prevail
Ah but justice is a thing that changes year by year
A manipulated value - controlled by what we hear
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As years go by, his mind keeps turning
to wonder if his case was truly heard
Or did the jury never care to be discerning
A life condemned by twisted words
And justice is a thing that changes year by year
A manipulated value - controlled by what we hear
He wasn't guilty, just convenient
And for many others like him so I've heard
It seems the truth is less important than convictions
And lives can be condemned by twisted words
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If Only I Had A Clone
© 2000 Marcia Guderian, all rights reserved
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If Only I Had A Clone
Then one of me could stay home
And the other of me would still be free
To go out on my own
If Only I Had A Clone
Then I'd be there when you telephone
Hey I could be at the library
While I'm sitting there watching you watching TV
If only there were two of me
Linked together telepathic'ly
Then honey, my efficiency
Would double exponentially
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They say two heads are better than one and
two bodies are twice the fun
And when every day is done
There'd be enough of me for everyone
If Only I Had A Clone
I could be lonely and never alone
I could be here and there and everywhere
If Only I Had A Clone
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FairWeather Friend
© 1988 Marcia Guderian all rights reserved
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FairWeather Friend
I can never be sure
You won't change your mind
and start treating me so unkind
You hold out your hand
then you push me away
And when I get down
that's when you kick me around
When I'm doing fine
that's when you're a friend of mine
When trouble comes along
that's when you're long gone
So FairWeather Friend
It's the end of the line
When I see you again
I won't call you mine
FairWeather Friend
My FairWeather Friend
there's no more to tell
There's nothing to say
I know you so well
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Hold on, hold on
no I can't hold on
I can't let you use me
you know that it's wrong
So FairWeather Friend
It's the end of the line
When I see you again
I won't call you mine
FairWeather Friend
I know when I'm gone
That you'll still carry on
And never regret
or admit what you've done
So FairWeather Friend
It's the end of the line
When I see you again
I won't call you mine
FairWeather Friend
My FairWeather Friend
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No One Loves Your Lovin' Like Me
© 1995 Marcia Guderian, all rights reserved
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Ooh Daddy, you got it all
and No One Loves Your Lovin' Like Me
Ooh Daddy, long and tall
and No One Loves Your Lovin' Like Me
You're lovin' me slow, whispering low
Telling me you wanna be mine
and ooh Daddy, you're so fine
and No One Loves Your Lovin' Like Me
Ooh Daddy, now you're telling me
that No One Loves Your Lovin' Like Me
Ooh Daddy, I have to agree
that No One Loves Your Lovin' Like Me
You're talkin' cottage for two, just me and you
You know I ain't the marryin' kind
but ooh Daddy, you're so fine
and No One Loves Your Lovin' Like Me
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