MAYBE OUR LIVES ARE LIKE MOVIES FOR THE SOUL
Here we are at just our second little episode of myTLE Presents: Music From Between The Worlds!  I am loving making these and I am fully aware of how amateur they are, but every creative/crafty project I do is a labor of love and for fun.  I sure hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy sharing them.  I’d love to hear your feedback and comments.  Look for another MFBTW in a couple of weeks! The new schedule is for their release on the Second and Fourth Weekends of each month.  YAY!

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CAUGHT IN THE GROOVE – Lovespirals
http://www.Lovespirals.com

Only so many ways one
Can play that same ole damn song
Only so many phrasings and so many tunings
Before the whole thing just sounds wrong

Have we reached the end of the record?
Is the needle just caught in the groove?
But I’m too tired to get up
I’m too tired to pick up and move

Tell me, what am I to do?

Only so many ways one
Can say those old words “good bye”
Only so many phrasings and so many gestures
Before you just break down and cry

Have we reached the end of the record?
Is the needle just caught in the groove?
But we’re too tired to get up
We’re too tired to pick up and move

Tell me whatcha gonna do?
Hey hey
Hey now, whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do?

PAST ALL CONCERN – Barzin
http://www.MySpace.com/Barzin

Over your face
Your pretty hair
That’s how you came
That’s how you came

I saw you there
Past all concerns
And I asked for you
I asked for you

I followed you
To your room
You took your
Clothes off

I kissed your arms
I saw your scar
You who never
liked your life

I named you my
Black queen
You who has seen
Past all concerns
I asked for you
But you were past
Past all
All concerns

Your beauty is lost
All to yourself
But something
still crowds
My mind

It must be your
Overcast face
It must be your
Overcast face

I named you my
Black queen
You who has seen
Past all concerns
I asked for you
But you were past
Past all
All concerns
Past all
All concerns

BABY’S ROMANCE – Chris Garneau
http://www.MySpace.com/ChrisGarneau

The baby’s sleeping in the crib on top
The baby’s sleeping above you
You will lift him to the parking lot
Your car is waiting there for you
Your car is waiting there for you

I would like to see a little more propriety,
Cooperate with me and answer me
Without a plea.

I know now, I know now, I know now,
I’m never gonna tell on you.
I know now, I know now, I know now,
I’m never gonna tell on you.

The whiskey’s waiting on the firetop,
The baby’s going to drink, too.
The lady’s got no clothes she’s at the shop.
But if she’d knew then she’d kill you.

The bugs are out ’cause they come out at night,
Usually they just bite our hands.
‘Cause normally we have clothes on without a fight,
But now fighting’s a part of baby’s romance.
But now fighting’s a part of baby’s romance.

I would like to see a little more propriety,
Cooperate with me and answer me
Without a plea.

I know now, I know now, I know now,
I’m never gonna tell on you.
I know now, I know now, I know now,
I’m never gonna tell on you.

Baby sleeps I can scrape your flower pots.
And baby’s sleeping against you.
I think he’d pray for an old motel cot.
Or any bed made without you.
Or any bed made without you.

I would like to see a little more propriety,
Cooperate with me and answer me
Without a plea.

I would like to see a little more propriety,
Cooperate with me and answer me
Without a plea.

I know now, I know now, I know now,
I’m never gonna tell on you.
I know now, I know now, I know now,
I’m never gonna tell on you.
I know now, I know now, I know now,
I’m never gonna tell on you.
I know now, I know now, I know now,
I’m never gonna tell on you.

GREY WEATHER – Gregory and The Hawk
http://www.MySpace.com/GregoryAndTheHawk

Grey weather, just fool me, just tell me I’m right
despite the careless words you say, I’m always keeping faith
chart the numbers, see a trend…we are moving in place
despite your lack of blowing over, I’m always keeping faith

And you’d say, this is not the time for goodbye
it’s too late
you’d say, this is not the time for goodbye
it’s too late
it’s too late

In the bright light of morning, map the last leg of the trip
I call on you to catch me as I’m coming over that bridge
through the mind-fog of the beach and the cracking concrete
the broken wings of reverie leave me always having faith

And you’d say, this is not the time for goodbye
it’s too late
you’d say, this is not the time for goodbye
it’s too late
it’s too late

BREAKER – Low
http://chairkickers.com

Our bodies break
And the blood just spills and spills
But here we sit debating math

It’s just a shame
My hand just kills and kills
There’s gotta be an end to that

There’s gotta be an end to that

DANCING BEHIND MY EYELIDS – Mum
http://www.myspace.com/mumtheband

See the fog on the horizon
It’s dancing
And it smell like a teenager

See the bones behind my eyelids
They’re dancing
And it sounds like tap-dancing shoes

See the bones behind my eyelids
They’re dancing
And it sounds like tap-dancing shoes

Worms on the bones under beds
Of insomniac-eaten teenagers
They whisper
And it sounds like a crooked flute