Intro: F/ A/ Dm /// Dm/B/// Gm/// Bbm/ C dim F A I feel like I've been sitting in a dark lonely room Dm Dm/B Looking in a garden at the trees that will not bloom Gm Bbm Living through a Summer with a sun that doesn't shine F A Dm Bbm Crawling cross a desert where it's raining all the time All the years of my life I've been living out of tune Looking for the light around a cloud covered moon Nothing was right Loving the heart of another...keeping my love under cover Wishing that I were your lover just for one night I've A Serious Case of I'm In Love With You I'll never get well...they'll never find a cure It's okay with me...it's okay with me I'm dreaming that she's dancing in a brightly coloured room Heading towards the garden where the flowers are all in bloom And I'm spending all my summer days doing as I please I'm takin' it easy...I'm takin' it easy...takin' it easy It's okay with me...Doctor let me be It...

Am Bm I Don't Like To Dance But I'll Dance With You Am Bm So long since I've romanced I'll take a chance with you G Em A7 All I need is time to think about it for awhile C D7 G I don't know if you noticed but I fancy you Am Bm Don't like to live alone when I can live with you Am Bm Don't wanna drink alone so I'll drink to you G Em A7 All I need is time to see if I'm your style C D7 G I know you don't hear me when I think of you Em B7 The only time I really had you alone C C7 It was in the elevator Em B7 E You were busy you had appointments to keep C D G Em Please don't let me keep you do what you gotta do A F Am Bm Maybe one day...would you find it proper Am Bm C If I invited you over for a cocktail

  Asus4 A C G                                                                                                                                            Shame on me...Oh what am I thinking                                                                                                    Asus4 A C G                           ...

  I'm a Working Class Man an ordinary man a creative man you see                                                                          A sensitive man an intelligent man so please don't lie to me                                                                                    I've got to work and pay my bills I eat my worth till I get my fill                                                                    Money doesn't ...

   It's modest love, not the proudest we hold dear                                                                             Quiet love speaks the loudest ....  It's simple love we fear                                                                      Asking love and not receiving ....  Returning love when none is due                                                    Giving love takes the effort....  Needing love is easy            ...

I’m not background music I have stories to tell I'm willing to share now Open your heart pull up a chair now I don't scream I don't growl...I don't wail I don't howl I don’t emote...I don’t pose...I'm not one of those I don’t shake rattle or roll...I won't touch rap with a ten foot pole I sing about things that matter to me, that’s right I’m gonna do what’s right for me Like this My heels ain’t high...I don’t need to paint my eyes All my inspirations have suddenly died I’m not background music I have stories to tell As long as I can play an in-tune guitar I can sing Yeah Yeah Yeah I don't mosh I don't slam...I don't need glitter cause I got glam When I sing to you you know who I am I don't twist...I don't shout ... you know what this song’s about I'm gonna sing a sweet melody My heels ain’t high...sometimes I need to hide my eyes All my inspirations have already died...I’m on my own I’m not background music I have stories to tell As l...

Em C Am B7 Pick it up put it down I don’t care if it’s square or round Em C D7 B7 Em  It don’t matter if it’s green or brown it don’t belong to me Em C Am B7  If it’s built on sand or on a rock I don’t own the key or lock Em C D7 B7 Em I’m not the big kid on the block it don’t belong to me  D7 B7 Em  It don’t belong to me Em C Am B7  If it has wheels or wears high heels Pop-Art Cubist Post-Surreal Em C D7 B7 Em I’m not out there makin’ deals it don’t belong to me Em C Am B7 Made of silver made of gold something new something old Em C D7 B7 Em  If it won't make me brave and bold it don’t belong to me D7 B7 Em  It don’t belong to me D7 B7 Em It don’t belong to me D7 B7 Em  It don’t belong to me  D7 B7 Em  It don’t belong to me

  I’m with Valerie in a gallery                                                                                                              We’re staring at the picture that will make us free                                                                            Filled with hidden meanings so the blind could see                                                            ...

Hey stranger in the mirror looking back at me I don't recognize those eyes staring solemnly                  To you I look much different than I do to me                                                                                              Hey stranger in the mirror that I don't know When I look away (look away!) where does the stranger go Are you the same man are you insane man...don't let it show  Reflecting the world around me an image legendary You dare to live life through me it's all imaginary In the kingdom you rule you have everyone fooled  Hey stranger in the mirror you don't look like me Hey stranger in the mirror you don't speak for me    You live in the mirror but I am free...

  I’m not an option or an opportunity

  New York in mid-September can be a bit chilly; particularly in the shade. The parks are usually quite sunny, and on some days one can be comfortable wearing a T-shirt. The morning of September 11, 2001 was unusually warm. My fellow sidewalk booksellers and I were out in full force, with our best merchandise, on the nicest day we had seen since graduation. We provided excellent books at a price that left the students with some money left over for beer or cell phone bills. We sold dangerous literature: Ken Kesey, Leonard Cohen, Richard Brautigan, Jack Kerouac, Hunter S. Thompson, Charles Bukowski, Timothy Leary, Eastern Philosophy, and maybe something off the wall like " Marvin the Farting Dog." We had lengthy discussions about who would come earliest to secure the best spot on the block. Our concerns were that we can exercise our first amendment rights without harassment from some self-proclaimed authority figure, and that it would not rain. The New York University Administr...

"Woman, weep not for me, but for yourselves and your children"  ... Jesus Christ It has become socially acceptable to casually refer to the fairer sex as females, yet girl, woman, baby, chick, and other practical and endearing terms are now considered sexist and should be avoided. Girls are young women, baby is someone who is loved, and chicks are cute. They go to great lengths to be young, loved, and cute, so what is the problem? Women is now spelled wymyn. Ladies is still acceptable, but I do not see it as applicable in many cases. I have noticed that men today refer to their significant others as 'my female.' Your female what? The only thing missing is the grunt, the dinosaur bone, and the blueprint for the wheel. I doubt that "Good evening female, would you like to accompany me to a Spice Females concert?" is going to guarantee anyone a date. He will probably go home alone and watch Wonder Female, The Bionic Female, and Cat Female on television. As human...

  In a hospital in New York City, a baby boy was struggling to enter the world. The only tool the doctors had to assist him was a pair of forceps. They were clamped to his head, and he was pulled out of his mother's birth canal. He was a handsome boy, perfectly formed. His parents were proud. He cried and cooed and laughed, just like any baby would. Most children would start pronouncing words by the age of two or three, but this child was silent. He was not deaf or mute; he was not anti-social. No, he was a most sociable little fellow. He enjoyed playing with his aunts, uncles, and little cousins. He was not autistic, he was just quiet. No one thought much about it, and there did not seem to be much cause for concern. After all, a quiet child is usually preferable to a noisy one. He was loved and catered to by the ever present adults, whose only communication with him was the occasional "Mira, how cute" and "ay, pobrecito." Except for a few cousins who were arou...

  Emin A7 It had to be this stormy day when I could sit alone It could be another rainy day I couldn't care I'm tired of being ripped off left and right It's to where I can't go out at night In the middle of the day I saw all those lady persons expire It's a shame oh yes it's a shame Emin D Bmin Emin D Bmin It's a cry------ ing shame a cry-----ing shame I haven't even begun to tell you what I was going to say oh oh If you could even imagine what it would be like if I should say to you You know you're not the greatest but you'll do yeah you'll do Won't you dance for me? She doesn't want to dance for me She doesn't even care how I happen to feel about it They say I can learn alot from the stars But my birthday was on a wrong day And I was never meant to be a reality I want you to ride beside me down to the movie show Let's go see a dirty movie let's get up and go go Let's go to a concert let's go have a ball Let'...

When I come in from the cold...and my hands are thawed                                                         I'll dial your number and whisper warm words into the phone                                                     We'll talk about your day ... and how your fever went away                                                  when you heard the good news of how you couldn't lose I'm speaking warm words to you You're speaking warm words to me And all these warm words that we're sharing Warm words of caring...warm words we're sharing

If we could just put it down , not say a word, not go anywhere for five minutes If we could turn off the sound, turn on the light, just look around for five minutes

  I’ve had enough of all this small town stuff, so I’ll hit the road Your brother’s too tough, and your legs are too rough, so I’ll hit the road I’ll get what I need and I’ll hit the road If I can’t get it today, I’ll find it along the way I called Triple A They say I’ll make it okay when I hit the road But with the dues that I pay the only place I can stay Is in the middle of the road So I will take my two cents and buy me a tent and I’ll hit the road Hope all my money ain’t spent I hope my fender ain’t bent When I’m in the middle of the road I’ll take my harp and guitar and play in the bars when I hit the road I hope the bars aren’t too far cause I need gas in my car When I’m in the middle of the road In the middle of the road In the middle of the road… middle of the road It’s a long long long road ~Solo~ When I get to the bend, and I’m reachin’ the end I’ll keep on hittin’ the road Yes, I will miss you my friend, I’ll get online, click and send from the middle of the road From t...

  I thank the good lord for the time we have All the good times and the bad times too As long as I am good to you and I don’t make you cry After all that we been through I thank the good lord for the love we share ...

  I Saw You Again...I had to leave the room I didn't expect to see you again so soon It came as a big surprise when you walked in through the door Just when I was gettin' over you I felt the pain once more