Jenny Said:  listen

Jenny said mama I’m leaving today

Going to blow this little wallflower town

Take my talent to the anonymous city

Where my roots won’t hold me down

Mama said I knew this day would come

And if that’s what you plan to do

It’s a big bad difficult ruthless world

And it doesn’t owe a thing to you.

(chorus) It’s going to trip you up, drag you under

This mean old world is never going to change, steal your thunder

Jenny said yeah I hear what you say

But I will never break free if I remain

If I don’t fly away I am destined to stay

An ugly duckling or completely insane.

Mama said Jenny better be on your way

Chasing dreams of fortune and fame

Crash the old boys club rock and roll party

If it ruins you I won’t be to blame.

I won’t buy in to their formula for me

Normal only imitates sane

Got to cut these ties, I refuse to be nice

My voice won’t be restrained

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Butterfly Effect

You keep me all unglued, I don’t know what to do

I remember every word you ever said to me

Don’t overanalyze, Keep it in disguise

I won’t admit your butterfly effect on me

Cloak and dagger games we play

Captivate you and keep you at bay

Want to spy on you every day

From a safe distance away

Keep tracking where you go speak in secret code

Won’t expose my under cover crush on you

This mission seems to be, an impossibility

Can’t confess your butterfly effect on me

Leave clues obviously, I’m tired of secrecy

I might reveal my tantalizing mystery

Time for me to put away my Mati Hari ways

Let you detect your butterfly effect on me

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Traveling Shoes

You can keep on talking, but I’m already gone.

Dig yourself in deeper, but I’m already gone

That distant road is calling, got my traveling shoes back on.

You said that you loved me, oh a long time ago.

It’s not me you want now, you just string me along

I don’t need you this more got my traveling shoes back on

Tell me that I need you, never make it alone

Tell me I got nothing, failed at everything I’ve done

But I’ve got faith and I’ve got time, got my traveling shoes back on.

I don’t want your money, I don’t want your control

If you ever loved me, let me go, let me go.

That distant road is calling, got my traveling shoes back on.

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Bottles Break (written by John Gorka)

I walk where the bottles break and the blacktop still comes back for more

I walk where the bottles break and the blacktop still comes back

I live where the neighbors yell and their music comes up through the floor

I live where the neighbors yell and their music wakes me up

Life beyond the playground fence is serious as basketball

Life beyond the playground fence Is serious

Four blocks from the steel mill blasts I paint my claim up on the wall

Four blocks from the steel mill blasts I paint my claim

From my end of the southside drag it's a common thought to call the cops

Further west it's been gentrified they turned biker bars into flower shops

I kind of miss those Harley guys who rarely did a body harm

They mostly liked to drink and shout and flash the pictures on their arms

It happens when the money comes the wild and poor get pushed aside

It happens when the money comes the poor get pushed

The buyers come from somewhere else, raise the rent so you can't hide

The buyers come from out of state and they raise the rent

Buy low sell high, You get rich and you still die

Money talks and people jump, ask how high low-life Donald what's-his-name

And who cares, I don't wanna know what his girlfriend doesn't wear

It's a shame that the people at work want to hear about this kind of jerk

These people aren't saints no people just are

They wanna feel like they count they wanna ride in their own car

People aren't saints no people just are

They wanna feel like they count they wanna ride in their own car

I just wanna make enough

To buy this town and keep it rough

I just wanna make enough To buy this town

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Too Much

Too much sorrow make your heart break

Too much work make your body ache

Too much worry make you lose you mind

Little love will make it better, better for a while.

He never failed at anything, because he never tried

Kept his dreams inside his head until the day he died.

Afraid to step outside the box, afraid of what he’d be

Contented himself with mediocrity.

Chatted up the women on a blue computer screen

Safe in side his little box, never really seen.

Making conversation, only small talk every day.

Could it be he never had a valid word to say?

Bought a little house, and wallpapered it in fear

Clung to his possessions, kept his family near

Never took a daring step, never broke the ground

Now he gone and can you tell he ever was around?

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Same Twelve Bars

Hey you, with the stars in your eyes

I bet you’re wishing you were here on stage with these guys.

Well sit down, little sister, let me tell you, there’s a price.

I hear you say, “Oooh that looks like fun.”

You’ve got talent, you’ve got looks, you’ve sure got lungs.

But there’s a sordid underbelly

Slithers out when the fun and games are done.

(Chorus)Working the circuit,

Sleeping in cars,

Playing the same twelve bars in the same twelve bars

So you best get smart, oh-yeah, and you best get wise

You gotta keep on moving

You gotta take your own wheel and drive.

So little sister, take my advice,

If you’re going in this business, make sure that you go in with open eyes.

There’s cutthroats and vagabonds,

And everybody wants to take a slice.

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25th Century Blues— Written by Michael P. Smith

Traveling light, leaving tonight for the moon.

Back home on Mars, they close all the bars way too soon

Here in the future everything is ten times as fast.

But that don’t mean you can’t have the blues just like they did in the past.

Here I am, looking for some place to jam

Trying to lose these 25th century blues.

Met her on Venus, a place called the Starlight Café

I took one look at her face, then she took my breath away

Her eyes were dark, as the other side of the moon

It began in a heartbeat, it ended a lightyear too soon.

I see her eyes, in the event horizon

There’s a big black hole in my soul from which I’m paying my dues

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True Love - written by Pat Benatar & Neil Giraldo

Never been no fragile flower, I always got too much to say

Never had much luck with love and romance, I guess its always been that way

But Ive been seriously thinking about slipping on the velvet gloves

I know its strange but my lucks about to change

Cause what we got here is true love, yeh, yeh

True love, you cant buy it - no, no you know it aint like nothin else

True love, you really ought to try it

You owe it to yourself to get ya some - true love

You know I wake up every morning its the first thing on my mind

This is a permanent condition, of the most serious kind

Now let me tell you baby that you were sent from up above

Give me a sign - lets not waste any more time

Cause what we got here is true love, yeh, yeh

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I’d Rather Have the Blues

My baby left me, one winter day. My bitter ways drove my friends away

My doctor bills are overdue. He gives me pills to see me through

(now) I feel no sorrow, the capsules kill the pain

I feel no joy but I guess I can’t complain

I did not weep when my baby said we’re through

To tell the truth, I’d rather have the blues

Since he’s been gone, I’m not alone. I’ve got the internet, I’ve got my phone

But that’s not human company. You can’t cuddle up to a TV

I feel no sorrow, the capsules kill the pain

I feel no joy, but I guess I can’t complain

I’m so mellow-ed out I don’t have any moods

Forget the pills, I’d rather have the blues.

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