Went out for a swim
Splashing in the sea
Big White come along and made an entrée outta me
I’m sinking down, baby
In the food chain of your love
I’m sinking down, down, down
In the food chain of your love
Started out Prime
Fine steak of a man
Turning to baloney and I’m headed straight for SPAM
I’m sinking down, baby
In the food chain of your love
I’m sinking down, down, down
In the food chain of your love
Midnight lover’s snack
You want champagne & caviar
I look in the mirror
There’s a beat old candy bar
I’m sinking down, baby
In the food chain of your love
I’m sinking down, down, down
In the food chain of your love
BRIDGE:
This world’s a slave to science
The Facts…are hard to beat
You can dodge and dance around it all you want to, baby
But You know – Baby; you are what you eat
You’re cruising down the menu
Looking for a treat
Babe, I’m down there somewhere
way below the potted meat
And I’m sinking down
In the food chain of your love
I’m sinking down, down, down
In the food chain of your love
BRIDGE:
RAP:
I’m filling up with BHA, BHT, hydrogenated oils, Polysorbate 60
I got guar gums…
Fixin’ to Red dye No. 6…
I’m sinkin’, baby
Going down, down, down
You’re Phenyl Keto Neuric and I got Phenyl Amines.
I’m doomed, baby
…at the bottom of the chain
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Ellen & Roy ©2001 Mike Phelan Donora Street Music BMI
Take a minute for a little story
About a couple named Ellen & Roy
Let’s ride along see what happens
Check it out – sorrow and joy
Ellen always thought she knew which direction
But here’s a funny thing
Ellen late Friday afternoon
Trying to make the telephone ring
She said " I’m doing all right" (I’m doing all right)
Pretty good so far (I’m doing all right)
I’m doing all right (I’m doing all right)
Better than expected
A little trouble with the license That’s how it happened
- with Roy it’s a funny thing
Ellen’s sitting one fine June morning
Trying to make the church bell ring
Roy not really looking too nervous
His suit always fits that way
Ellen’s walking down the aisle with her daddy
He leans over but before he can say
She said " I’m doing all right" (I’m doing all right)
Pretty good so far (I’m doing all right)
I’m doing all right (I’m doing all right)
Let’s get this over get away in the car
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Nobody found it too surprising
Four girls and a boy
Pretty girls, a lot like Ellen
The little guy stubborn like Roy
The way things go the kids did better
Friends fell along the way
Ellen took it hard when her mom passed over
When Roy went down it was hard -- but
She said " I’m doing all right" (I’m doing all right)
Pretty good so far (I’m doing all right)
I’m doing all right (I’m doing all right)
Sometimes its hard well sometimes its hard
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Looks to me like she might just keep on going
No signs of slowing down
We looked in just to keep an eye
….she was way across town
She said " I’m doing all right" (I’m doing all right)
Pretty good so far (I’m doing all right)
I’m doing all right (I’m doing all right)
Sometimes its hard, sometimes its hard
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If You Love Someone ©2001 Mike Phelan Donora Street Music BMI
If I had it all
To do over again --Would I fall
For you?
All I know is I must go
Where my heart - wants me to.
If you love someone
Who doesn’t love the truth
Then every little lie
Builds a tear – inside
(now) I remember when
We were best of friends
And lovers true
Standing tall I see
That picture -- of me and you
If you love someone
Who doesn’t love the truth
Then every little lie
Builds a tear – inside
And Tears must fall
Pouring down like summer rain
Wash it all away
To bring it back – a-gain.
Can we teach a heart
Not to make a tear
that turns – Pieces from a life
into too much -- to bear?
If you love someone
Who doesn’t love the truth
Then every little lie
Builds a tear – inside
And Tears must fall
Pouring down like summer rain
Wash it all away
To bring it back – a-gain.
If I had it all
To do over again --Would I fall
For you?
All I know is I must go
Where my heart - wants me to.
If you love someone
Who doesn’t love the truth
Then every little lie
Builds a tear – inside
Oh every little lie
Builds a tear inside
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Maybe She Will ©2001Mike Phelan Donora Street MusicBMI
You come walking in here got a look on your face
Strutting around like you own the whole place
Knocking the boys as you pass through the hall
Cutting those boys just to see them fall
But your target for tonight
Thinks he knows something you don't
Maybe he will - baby - maybe he won't
You were always Daddy's number one girl
Never needed anything in this whole wide world
Got no time for heartache cause you're always feeling fine
Gonna gonna getcha baby, getcha this time
Hurry fast, hurry and maybe you'll avoid the point
Yeah, maybe you will baby - maybe you won't
BRIDGE:
Everybody is choosing up sides
There's lots of room to run – no place to hide
Now you think its time for you to stand and fight
But its Trouble on the left and Darkness on the Right
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Repeat Bridge --------
Whoa now baby, now its later than you think
All your best lines you wrote in disappearing ink
The way you move a stumble surely leads straight to a fall
But maybe you can make it - be the Queen of 'em all
Word out on the street is betting that you don't
Maybe you will, baby, maybe you won't
Yeah maybe you will, baby, maybe you won't
Maybe you will, baby, maybe you won't
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God Help A Sailor ©2001 Mike Phelan Donora Street Music BMI
God help a sailor on a night like this
Sweet Southern Wind, I thought you were my friend
Blows sweet and warm but when she passes a hundred and ten
Then she'll put a straw right through a telephone pole
That ole pole / still standing / like me and you
Weather like this we all could disappear
And anyway / there's still work to do
At the end of the day, what's a pole got to fear from a straw?
God help a sailor on a night like this
Sweet Southern Wind, I thought you were my friend
Blows sweet and warm but when she passes a hundred and ten
Then she'll put a straw right through a telephone pole
...and that straw’s got some history
Can't you see?
seen a camel (or two) while floating around on the breeze
Says the next thing he knew he was hitting a hundred and ten
Passing straight through the heart of this poor ole used-to-be tree
God help a sailor on a night like this
Sweet Southern Wind, (you were) born to be my friend
I can hardly believe what a powerful shape you can take
All I can figure...
It has to be a mistake
After all, what’s a camel got to fear from a straw?
Brother, you know it must be a mistake
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Your Town ©2000 Mike Phelan Donora Street Music BMI
The streets are chilly, wind blows cold
Your high heels clatter against my soul
Is this the way it is ...in your town?
A boy feels helpless, a girl alone
House can't stand that's not a home
Is this the way it is ... in your town?
I want a town that moves to me
Love is real the groove is deep
And a heart can breathe
Talking 'bout a hometown
Love in a bottle, Hearts on the run
No time for nothing like dangerous fun
Is this the way it is… in your town?
A poet’s writing on the virtual wall
Virtual mule is kicking in your stall
And the word is out
… in your town?
BRIDGE:
Up in the morning, all night long
One little question
Would it be so wrong… to say
Yes, Yes, Yes!
You’d love to take the magic carpet ride
A chance on love-- A step outside…
But there ain’t no way
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I want a town that moves to me
Where love is real, and the groove is deep
A heart can breathe…
Talkin' about a hometown
Pick of the litter, down the drain
Are those your tears or sudden rain
To drown my fears
… in your town?
Heated glance, bolt from the blue
Flash of light says I know you
You turn away
… in your town
Where Echoes rule
...in your town
Is this the way it is… in your town?
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The King ©2000 Mike Phelan Donora Street Music BMI
Somewhere over Missouri, I got the word the King had laid it down
Saw it in the Reno paper, as thousands watched him lowered in the ground
They were rolling in the aisles, crying tears over a boy they’d never known
You could hear him on the radio one time and you would call that boy your own
Even as a youngster, never too afraid to make his point
By the time he got some notice, he was putting a few noses out of joint
But the longing in his stories pricked our ears and stirred our hearts across the land
As the Power & the Glory flowed straight through him and the guitar in his hands
CHO:
His music rolled like thunder and we loved him like the son we’d never met
If he’d lived a little slower...
We’d be loving that boy yet
From the stereo his vital presence floods into the room
As he grapples with his demons, loves that woman, comes home smelling of perfume
Turning night time into right time, reaching back into a lazy afternoon
Too soon the party’s over, Spring and summer deepen into winter gloom
CHO:
His music rolled like thunder and we loved him like the the son we’d never met
If he’d lived a little slower...
We’d be loving that boy yet
So we’re keeping one eye open, hoping he’ll be coming around the bend
But deep within our hearts we know we won’t be seeing him again
Still we carry the reminder of the times he turned our hearts out with his songs
And that lightning won’t strike twice, but Lord, how we loved him, right or wrong.
CHO:
His music rolled like thunder and we loved him like the the son we’d never met
If he’d lived a little slower.. We’d be loving that boy yet
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Donora Street ©2000 Mike Phelan Donora Street Music BMI
The road is long
but it rolls out sweet
to the perfect spot
two lovers meet
I will find my way
'til I roll right in
to Donora Street
Daylight growing / 'round the bend
finds me on the road again
knowing somewhere
I will find what I seek
In the still of the night
silence calls
a quiet voice /bids one and all
keep hope alive / keep rolling on
to Donora Street
Steal Away / Steal Away / Steal Away
Steal Away / Steal Away / Steal Away
In the still of the night
silence calls
a quiet voice /bids one and all
keep hope alive / keep rolling on
to Donora Street
keep love alive / keep rolling on
to your Donora Street
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Brother (Glenn Phillips)
(Chorus) i find my brother in there
deep in my heart
i find my brother in there
hold in my arms
i love you
and if i seem too quiet now
there are no words
to tell you how
i love you
i often feel
like the prodigal son
take all i need
giving back none
our beauty shows
in such different ways
you're like the light behind the fog
so bright
but still you burn my eyes away
(chorus)
so much has changed
and so much has happened these years
but still i find that you
are waiting here
we have a bond
that nothing can change
and still i find
a peace of mind
whenever i hear your name
(chorus)
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I Always Get Lucky With You (Freddie Powers)
I've had good luck and bad luck and no luck its true
But I always get lucky with you
I've been turned on and turned down when the bars close at two
But I always get lucky with you
I keep two strikes against me
Most all of the time
When its down to just a 'phone call
I'm minus a dime
There's been good days and bad days but when the day is through
I always get lucky with you
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Gonna Rise Again ©2001 Mike Phelan Donora Street Music BMI
I never put too much faith in either side of the tracks
Done is done and what is gone is what ain’t coming back
But I do believe to my soul
A whisper in the wind - saying
Gonna rise again ...mmm hmmm
I know that we’ve been down, but
We’re headed for the top
Circumstance may slow us down
But we will never stop
Won’t read it in the papers, just hear it in the wind
We’re gonna rise again
CHO:
Sure as water covers up the ground
Sure as sunshine brings it right back down
Keep on turning til it comes right on around
Sure as the sun shining through your dress
Like ol’ red dirt always makes a mess
Sweet as a kiss, smile from a friend
We’re gonna rise again
CHO:
Sure as water covers up the ground
Sure as sunshine brings it right back down
Keep on turning til it comes right on around
(I dream of Jeanne with the light brown hair)
Hound dog sleeping a rabbit dream
Sunshine sparkling slippery stream
Good gal coming round the bend
Sure as rain, we’re gonna rise again
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Should I Be Singing The Blues? ©2000 Mike Phelan Donora Street Music BMI
Darling I have waited as long as I am able
I think it’s time we put our cards out on the table…
I waited all day, but you didn’t call
When I tried I didn’t get through
Is it all in mind – or is it the end?
Should I be singing the blues?
You haven’t been saying what is on your mind
Are you trying to hide, or just being kind?
Am I the one you are leaving behind?
Should I be singing the blues?
BRIDGE:
The stars in the sky won’t tell me
Silvery moon hasn’t spoken one word
The night glowing softly around me
Surely, by now, must have heard
Should I stay, should I go?
Should I run off and hide?
Should I try to be strong?
Should I salvage my pride?
Should I answer these tears that are burning inside …?
Should I be singing the blues
BRIDGE:
The stars in the sky won’t tell me
Silvery moon hasn’t spoken one word
The night glowing softly around me
Surely, by now, must have heard
Should I stay, should I go?
Should I run off and hide?
Should I try to be strong?
Should I salvage my pride?
Should I answer these tears that are burning inside …?
Should I be singing the blues
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Thick-Soled Shoes ©2001 Mike Phelan Donora Street Music BMI
Standing outside Foley’s in my thick-soled shoes
Nuala’s back from Kerry--she’s giving out the news
But for all the time that’s passed the stories are the same
faces only changing and the rest is just a handful of the rain
I’m half an hour late as I rush into the street
scattering the papers blowing wild about my feet
a half remembered melody is bringing me the blues
and stopping all-a-sudden, I’m just standing in my thick-soled shoes
Bridge:
Look out of your window, take some notice of the sky
Pay some kind attention to the life that’s passing by
order up the special, try to take a chance
maybe I could teach these shoes to dance
Looking at the faces as they’re ranged about the bar
christ, I could be still at home and easily come this far
am I soaring like an eagle, did I book an island cruise?
no, I’m rooted like an oak tree in my thick-soled shoes
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JENNY ©2000 Mike Phelan BMI
Slipping into the water with Jenny / Big smile on her face
Spirits high, splashing water & laughing all over the place
Spreading out a blanket / Warm air on our skin
Oh, what a way for a summer of love to begin
Cool night on the Delta / Jenny in my arms
Even in velvet darkness / The world is alive with her charms
Skin soft as a whisper / Lips so sweet on mine
Love is alive in the good old summertime
CHO:
Jenny , Jenny run come see / (must be) a million birds in the sky
Oh my dear, if only we could fly
High up in the fluffy clouds / Dancing with the sun
Jenny, Jenny, Jenny - You're the one
Sunlight through the window / Rainbows everywhere
Stretching lazy like a cat / Smiling through her hair
Jenny, we'll be awful late if you don't hop out of bed
She just laughed "Oh Jesse, hop in here instead!"
CHO:
Jenny , Jenny run come see / must be a million birds in the sky
Oh my dear, if only we could fly
High up in the fluffy clouds / Dancing with the sun
Jenny, Jenny, Jenny - You're the one
BRIDGE:
Sometimes Time won't matter
We'll be hand in hand
Timežs not something we can understand
Slipping into the water with Jenny / Big smile on her face
Spirits high, splashing water & laughing all over the place
Spreading out a blanket / Warm air on our skin
I run that summer over & over again
I run that summer over & over again
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The Island ©1994 Forster_Phelan BMI
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He do de whale rock reggae jam He be a seaweed-dreadlocked RASTA man He do de whale rock reggae jam Tho he stranded, like a chowdah clam. He be made of stone, and not de clay, He split de tide in Capo Bay, When she be high, he disappear When she be low, he moon de rear.....
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