SMALLTIME Song Lyrics

©2007 Vicki Silbert All Rights Reserved

                  



Joker ©2007 Vicki Silbert

I don't know how it started
We came to be so disregarded
I thought that it was time for us to wake up
I thought that it was time for us to stand up
So then I stood up
And someone took my chair

The joke's on me
The joke's on me

They just keep telling me
The way it's gonna be
Everything for them
Nothing for me

Oh so full of promise
Living the gift that's cursed upon us
And if it leaves us broke and broken hearted
Well that's a shame.

We put the word out not to trust
That dotted line that's set before us
But only end up preaching to the chorus
That sings for free

The joke's on we
The joke's on we

They just keep telling me
The way it's gonna be
Everything for them
Nothing for me

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Try ©2007 Vicki Silbert

Calling all angels, I've got these useless wings.
If you don't want me to fly, why'd you gimme these things?
You've given me hopes and you've filled me with dreams.
You lifted me up when I fell to extremes.
Told me truth makes us strong and the struggle redeems.

So I try, I try and I try...try...try
But I just can't seem to get things off the ground.

Calling all angels, I've got these stupid wings.
Feel like a jerk.
Can't seem to work these complicated things.
Though I give it my all until I'm seeing red,
My spirits are down and my feet feel like lead
But I still hear your voice in the back of my head

So I try, I try and I try...try...try
Still I just can't seem to get things off the ground.

Calling all angels....
I'm just trying to get to a higher place.
I said calling all angels....
Did you leave me behind? Have I fallen from grace?

I don't have much talent for practical stuff.
I try to do good but it's not good enough.
They say you can't fly before learning to crawl.
Well I'm crawling right now and I'm feeling so small,

So I try, I try and I try...try...try
But I just can't seem to get things off the ground.

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Smalltime ©2007 Vicki Silbert

In exchange for her five minutes of fame
She didn't have to sell her soul.
What the man demanded was something
A little bit more earthly,
And she told him
To go to hell.

I'm a stubborn one.
I want control.
You cannot break me.
No I won't bend at all.
I'm a stubborn one,
I won't be sold.
No compromises.
Won't do what I'm told.

Armed with your songs and a flimsy guitar,
Pack all your stuff in your old beat-up car.
Take to the road where you sing out your soul.
The tragically hip take you into thier fold.

Now all the king's horses and all the king's men
Tell you to go along, tell you give in.
Talent is cheap and the business is hard.
But if you're a good-girl, they'll make you a star.

Cynics and critics and people with clout
Rape you with words and they fill you with doubt.
Don't bother wondering what that's about.
They'll chew you up and then spit you back out.

I'm a stubborn one.
I want control.
You cannot break me.
No I won't bend at all.
I'm a stubborn one,
I won't be sold.
No compromises.
Won't do what I'm told.

Let me remind you
To stay on your guard.
Some things in life make you stronger,
But some leave you scarred.
Caught in the middle between
Real life and her dreams.
She may be small—time.
But, that's more than it seems.

I'm a stubborn one.
I want control.
You cannot break me.
No I won't bend at all.
I'm a stubborn one,
I won't be sold.
No compromises.
Won't do what I'm told.

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Wobbly ©2007 Vicki Silbert

(Chorus)
I Hitched my wagon to a wobbly star.
I don't know where it's going.
This galaxy's so strange to me.
I can't find my way back home.
I accept the need for gravity
but it sure can drag you down, down, down
so I hitched my wagon to a wobbly star.
It's a long long way, a long long way back home.

I know what you're thinking.
I could have had myself some
slow and steady burning beacon
that would guide me through
the darkest hour of the night.
But I don't think that it's in my stars
to walk down that straight and narrow.
I can't seem to find my steady star.
I can't follow where the others go…

Wobbly starlight, wobbly star bright,
why do you wobble so?
Could there be some crazy planets
spinning in your shadow?
Wobbly star oh wobbly star,
Whatcha hiding in your orbit?
Do you have a secret for me?
Tell me now. I'm ready for it.

(Chorus)
That's why I hitched my wagon to a wobbly star.
I don't know where it's going.
This galaxy's so strange to me.
I can't find my way back home.
I accept the need for gravity,
but it sure can drag you down, down, down
so I hitched my wagon to a wobbly star.
It's a long long way, a long long way back home.

I said, I know what you're thinking…
I'm a star to guide you
by the glow of wobbly light.

I said, I know what you're thinking…
I'm a friend beside you
who can always set things right.

I said, I know what you're thinking…
I'm a wind behind you.
I'm a wing to give you flight.

I said, I know what you're thinking…
And in your darkest hour
You will find me burning bright.

I said, I know what you're thinking… thinking… thinking…
(I know what you're thinking)

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Ride ©2007 Vicki Silbert

Wanna show you something
Out around the back.
It's something long and low,
It's shiny and it's black.

It's kind of flashy.
It's got a lot of style.
Been down alot of roads
And traveled lots of miles.

Turn the ignition.
Just hear that engine roar.
I'd like to show you
What those dual valves are for.

348 V-8
Equipped with Turbo Glide,
And if you're nice
I just might take you for a ride.

(Chorus)
Won't you come along riding in my car?
I know a special place that isn't very far.
Roll down the windows, wave at people as we pass.
You can even put your feet up on the padded dash.
And as we cruise along we'll turn the speakers on.
They'll play my favorite song but I don't wanna sing along.

It's a 2-door.
It's totally restored.
It's got a rag top and
A shag down on the floor.

It's got the wire wheels.
The power seats are nice.
Push—button stereo
And fuzzy wuzzy dice.

Wishbone suspension,
Red leatherette inside.
The Continental Kit
is very dignified.

It's got the fins in back.
Got chrome along the sides.
And if you're nice
I just might take you for a ride.

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Won't you come along riding in my car?
I know a special place that isn't very far.
We'll put the top down, wave at people as we pass.
You can even put your feet up on the padded dash.
And as we cruise along, we'll turn the speakers on.
They'll play my favorite song but I don't wanna sing along.

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Snake Eyes ©2007 Vicki Silbert

Got my dirty laundry out
To throw around the room.
Called my inner demons out
To introduce to you...
Sat you down and told you
All the ways I'm bad for you.
Meet my family skeletons....
You know I have a few.

(Chorus)
But something's wrong.
What's goin' on?
I think I've lost my touch.
Cuz you're still there...
And I don't seem
To scare you much.

Well I drink that muddy water.
You won't see inside my heart.
I talk to you in circles
When a conversation starts...
Got myself some camouflage
To vanish in plain sight...
Hide your keys and wallet
In the middle of the night.

(Chorus)
But something's wrong.
What's goin' on?
I think I've lost my touch.
Cuz you're still there...
And I don't seem
To scare you much.

Now, I don't know no hoo-doo,
I'll be the first to say that's true.
So I called those Seven Sisters up
And I asked them what to do.
Got myself a catseye shell
And a little Snake Head Root.
Got some Hot Foot Powder
And I put it in your shoe.

(Chorus)
But something's wrong.
What's goin' on?
I think I've lost my touch.
Cuz you're still there...
And I don't seem
To scare you much.

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Shooting Star ©2007 Vicki Silbert

They scream like you're some kind of god,
And all your words are pearls
To those glassy eyed young rebels
Who think rock n' roll will save the world.

Well, you let them idolize you,
But you know what you are.
You're a glorified junkie,
Little rock n' roll star.

Behind closed doors and all alone
Where no one else can hear,
You greet that skinny death’s head
Staring at you from your mirror.

You thought you'd head a revolution,
But you just head for the bar.
You're a glorified junkie,
Little rock n' roll star.

So sing another anthem on
The subject of the world's decay.
The words all taste like broken glass.
Well, so what anyway?
Cause no matter how you sing that song
The wrongs won't go away,
And congressmen won't vote your way
Cause you can play guitar.

You're a glorified junkie,
Little rock n' roll star.

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Lucky One ©2007 Vicki Silbert

Your mama’s very pretty
And your daddy’s pretty too.
They're so busy with their mirrors
That they've both lost sight of you.

So they sent you off to boarding school.
They left you on your own.
You got an education
But you've never had a home.

You tell me you're an actress.
You've got a penthouse with a view,
How you party with the jet set.
Stars all beg to talk to you.

You're at all the hippest happenin's
But no matter what you do
You cannot cast a shadow, girl.
The light just passes through.

And you tell me that you cannot feel the sun.
Poor little lucky one.
Poor little lucky one.

Well if life’s like daddy’s Cadillac
Then you're parked by the road
With your key in the ignition
But you've got no place to go.

You've got all the things that money brings
But can't get that car to roll
'Cause your bank account is healthy,
But you've got a crippled soul.

And you tell me that you cannot feel the sun.
Poor little lucky one.
Poor little lucky one.

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La La Land ©2007 Vicki Silbert

Down by the big water
Down by the shore
Got caught in the crossfire
Of someone's little war.
My limbs so heavy.
My mouth so dry.
My little daughter
Kiss me goodbye.

You hold my hand so tenderly.
I hope you will remember me.
You know I love you endlessly.
I hope you will remember me.

Please call my mother.
She'll be torn apart.
Tell her I never meant
To break her heart.
Oh god, my god
I know you're wise
But you got me good this time.
You took me by surprise.

My mind unwinding endlessly..
I hope you will remember me.
My time unwinding endlessly..
I hope you will remember me.

Down by the big water
Down by the shore
Got caught in the crossfire
Of someone's little war.
My vision cloudy.
Sand in my eye.
How cold the ground.
How close the sky.

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Seven Prayers ©2007 Vicki Silbert

Seven prayers in the kitchen sink.
You want some water but you don't dare drink
Cause you've lost your hope, you've lost your way
And it feels exactly like judgment day.

Taking chances and paying the price,
Hoping for luck with every roll of the dice.
But seven come eleven just a little too late
So you jump blind into the arms of fate, singing:

(Chorus)
Hey angels, won't you give me a sign,
I've heard it said that you're friends of mine
But it seems I've spent my whole life trying
To get me through these trying times.
Hey angels, can you tell me why
I feel so lost and alone inside?
There's a tiny river running down my cheek
And it's a foreign language every time I speak.

Born just a little bit broken inside,
All of your life has been an uphill ride.
Seems there's something you can't explain
Whispering to you, it's calling your name.

It follows you home, or out in the streets.
It dogs your steps, it won't let you sleep
But you've gotta keep moving, you've gotta have faith
And so you jump blind into the arms of fate, singing:

(Chorus)
Hey angels, won't you give me a sign,
I've heard it said that you're friends of mine
But it seems I've spent my whole life trying
To get me through these trying times.
Hey angels, can you tell me why
I feel so lost and alone inside?
There's a tiny river running down my cheek
And it's a foreign language every time I speak.

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Riff ©2007 Vicki Silbert

This crazy riff inside my head
Just keeps beating in double-time.
I am trying to rhyme
Myself with you.
But you are free verse
And so it's my curse,
That I can't seem to find the words.

This crazy riff inside my head
Just keeps beating eight to the bar,
And the stars shine
Like they always do.
Well I guess I'm to blame
'Cause I fell for their flame,
But there's no crime in being a fool.

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