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DAY 2

TRACKS

  • Other Girls
  • Day 2
  • Immigration Game
  • Marlboro Man
  • Wasted On You
  • Chicken Lickin Boogie
  • Saint Peter
  • The Auditor
  • 100 Paths
  • Shine

"Equal parts bad ass guitar slinger and sweet songstress, Michelle Malone artfully balances her penchant for ripping it through the roof with masterful lyrical introspection and vocals that range from sublime to raucous." GUITAR WORLD

Day 2, written and performed by Michelle Malone (SBS Records/2012), produced by Shawn Mullins (also backing vocals) and Gerry Hansen (also engineered)

Additional musicians are Tom Panda Ryan (bass and backing vocals), Phil Skipper(bass), Trish Land (percussion and backing vocals), Randall Bramblett (keys) Chuck Leavell (keys) Marty Kearns (keys), Kick The Robot (backing vocals). Recorded in Georgia at Creekside Studios with additional tracks at Bakos Amp Works and 800 East.

Watch the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTrZdZeoGNQ

Read more here: http://georgiamusicmag.com/day-2-and-counting/

LYRICS

Other Girls

Written by Michelle Malone, Lee Michelle Malone Music Publishing, ASCAP 2012

I wish I were like the other girls
With a simple life in a simple world
Marriage, children, picket fence
Speak softly and act demure
But Im not like the other girls

Other girls wish they were like me
Carefree rock star royalty
Jet set, penthouse, hot chauffer
Can I get a ticket to that dream
Damn, I wish that girl were me

CH: Other Girls, Other Girls
        Every woman is the other girl
        Everywhere around the world
        Every woman is the Other Girl

Other girls smile  get what they want
No speeding tickets for a buxom blonde
Or a red head built like the atom bomb
got a jiggle in her walk and a twinkle in her eye
yea, the other girls make me feel like a guy  CH

So if you think your life is not good as another
the grass aint greener, just a different color
nothing simple in the modern world
and every woman is  CH

Day 2
Written by Michelle Malone, Lee Michelle Malone Music Publishing, ASCAP 2012

Day 2, What a parade, I don’t know what to say
The people come and go all night and day
I feel nothing, and then I laugh or cry til I’m spent
A coaster ride, I’m screaming inside
But I’m not gonna break, I’m not gonna break today

Day 2, I cannot move, pajama afternoon
Dishes and bottle pile up to touch the sky
There’s nothing that can be done, There’s a hole in the sun
It wont go down, it’s stuck in my throat
But I’m not gonna break, I’m not gonna break today
I’m not gonna break, No, I’m not gonna break today

When there’s nothing left to hold on to, you got to break down to break through
When there’s nothing left to hold on to, you got to break down to break through

Please, please, please pass it on – I don’t want to be alone
But I don’t know how to reach out to you
Ever since you’ve been gone, I try and try to move on
It’s logical, but not doable

But I’m not gonna break, I’m not gonna break today
But I’m not gonna break, I’m not gonna break today 
 When there’s nothing left to hold on to, You got to break down to break through
When there’s nothing left to hold on to, You got to break down to break through
and i’m not gonna break, I’m not gonna break today

Immigration Game

Written by Michelle Malone, Lee Michelle Malone Music Publishing, ASCAP 2012

Jesus sitting in Alabama waitin on a train
Jesus sitting in Alabama waitin on a train
Got all his possessions in a walmart sack
He got to leave town and cant come back
Jesus A victim of the immigration game

He had to take his children out of school
Afraid to leave his house to go buy food
He never been to jail, he’s felony free
He aint no different from you and me
You talk bout your love for your fellow man
While you preach racism across the land

Jesus sitting in Alabama waitin on a train
Jesus sitting in Alabama waitin on a train
Got all his possessions in a walmart sack
He got to leave town and cant come back
Jesus A victim of the immigration game

Police pulled him over on his way to work
Brown skin and hair, they made him hit the dirt
Asked him for proof of his citizenship
He had no papers or state permit
they locked him up and took his kids away
Now they’re American born wards of the state

Jesus sitting in Alabama waitin on a train
Jesus sitting in Alabama waitin on a train
Got all his possessions in a walmart sack
He got to leave town and cant come back
Jesus A victim of the immigration game
Jesus, a victim of the immigration game

Marlboro Man

Written by Michelle Malone, Lee Michelle Malone Music Publishing, ASCAP 2012

when I was a kid I thought my daddy was the Marlboro man
he would pick me up in his chevy truck to spend Friday nights with him
he was cool and quiet like Clint Eastwood
So the ride always felt awkward and the silence made me feel I was alone

Cause Daddy never talked to me
was it him or was it me?
if he were here I’d ask him why
Daddy talks more to me now than when he was alive

when he was a younger man he’d wake me up at four and take me fishing
we would sit in silence in that flat Jon boat until my skin was burning
When he got sick I packed up and moved
So that I might get to know him just a little better while we still had time

Cause Daddy never talked to me
was it him or was it me?
if he were here I’d ask him why
Daddy talks more to me now than when he was alive

The last time that I saw him he apologized for leaving me behind all those years ago
And I spent my life being mad and sad,  it was hard to let it go 

Cause Daddy never talked to me
was it him or was it me?
if he were here I’d ask him why
Daddy talks more to me now than when he was alive
Daddy talks more to me now than when he was alive

Daddy wont you talk to me, Daddy wont you talk to me
Wasted On You

Written by Michelle Malone, Lee Michelle Malone Music Publishing, ASCAP 2012

I got a beat up ego the size of my Durango boot
If I could get resoled, re-heeled, If I could get a redo
I don’t have too many regrets about my misspent youth        
Except the money and the time and the dreams that I wasted on you

Wasted on you, wasted on you,
living 90 miles an hour chasing dreams that never come true
Wasted on you, everything I do
I keep rolling home like a stone, but I’m wasted on you

I never did fit in with the stars on the charts in the day
I Didn’t know how to compromise until yesterday
And I feel my life passing by like a fools parade
I’m a rebel in the rubble who’s pretending that I'm ok being CH

         I stood so close to the flame I thought that I might melt 
It’s too damn bad I couldnt be anyone but myself 

If I could get back all of the money I spent getting high
Id have a pile of money so tall I could jump off and fly
If I could get back    all the time I spent   tryin to be successful
Id have so much time, I could sit around just getting high

Wasted on you, I’m wasted on you,
You keep playing like a song that I hate but I still sing to
Wasted on you, nothing I can do
I keep playing on, keep playin on, wasted on you

Chicken Lickin' Boogie

Written by Michelle Malone, Lee Michelle Malone Music Publishing, ASCAP 2012

If I were a chicken I’d jump right up and crow
Cause youre so finger lickin, I want everyone to know
Keep doin what cha doin, Just keep on a doin what cha doin
Keep on a doin what cha doin and you wont have to do it alone

You can be my lover, baby, as long as you respect me
Treat me like an equal, don’t mistreat me or neglect me and
Keep doin what cha doin, Keep on a doin what cha doin
Keep on a doin what cha doin and you wont have to do it alone

Don’t think I’m gonna let you treat me
Like the way you treated your ex
Leave your baggage at the station
I’m not about to clean up no more train wrecks

I can play a bank robber and you can play a cop
frisk and arrest me, flat foot, I’m ready to rock
Keep doin what cha doin, Keep on a doin what cha doin
Keep on a doin what cha doin and you wont have to do it alone

I got moves like tina turner rolling down your river slow
I’ll be your private dancer, if you’ll be my dancing pole
Keep doin what cha doin, Keep on a doin what cha doin
Keep on a doin what cha doin and you wont have to do it alone

St. Peter

Written by Michelle Malone, Lee Michelle Malone Music Publishing, ASCAP 2012

My mother said go get the doctor
Your daddy’s burnin with fever again
the ink from the presses, the smoke and the stresses
I don’t think that he’ll see the spring
I don’t think that he’ll see the spring

Oh saint Peter will you know him when you see him
Will you call him by the name that his mother gave
will you put your arms around him
bathe him in your cool fountain
make it so he cant remember the pain

He’s talking about Jesus and angels
coming to take his soul from us today
and riding a team of white horses to heaven
all we can do now is pray 
all we can do now is pray      CH

Oh, when will I see him again,  will I see him again, Oh, will I 
Oh, when will I see him again,  will I see him again, Oh, will I …Oh

Daddy went later that evening
While I was crying out on the highway
I never got to tell him goodbye or how I loved him
And I wish that I could to this day

Oh, when will I see him again,  will I see him again, Oh, will I 
Oh, when will I see him again,  will I see him again, Oh, will I …Oh

The Auditor

Written by Michelle Malone, Lee Michelle Malone Music Publishing, ASCAP 2012

There is a man, an angry man
working for the IRS
His heart is stone. He lives alone.
He got a blow up doll on his chest
He don’t like dogs or kids or laughter
He drinks turpentine for dinner so that he’ll be thinner

Works for the IRS, he gonna make you sweat
He’s the auditor
He wont leave me alone, thinks I’m a Rolling Stone
He’s the auditor, the auditor

The economy? You can see it bleed
shot by crooked banksters
Make the kingpins pay, take their yachts away
the summer houses in the Hamptons 
The Govt bailed out all the bandits
but now they’re coming after me? I don’t understand it CH

Works for the IRS, he gonna make you sweat
He’s the auditor
He wont leave me alone, thinks I’m a Rolling Stone
He’s the auditor –and I got nothing to hide   

A government by the rich for the rich don’t include me
A government by the rich for the rich don’t include me

Works for the IRS, he gonna make you sweat
He’s the auditor
He wont leave me alone, thinks I’m a Rolling Stone
He’s the auditor
He sees it all black or white, I’m gonna put up a fight
With The auditor
there must be some mistake  - I cant owe more than I make

To the auditor
100 Paths

Written by Michelle Malone, Lee Michelle Malone Music Publishing, ASCAP 2012

There are about a hundred paths that I could take
It doesn’t matter - any way I go is the way I go
And of all the 100 paths that I could take
I could just gather cobwebs, better still like the window sill

I wish I could run away from home
Like I did as a little kid
Gather my possessions in a vinyl kid suitcase
A teddy bear and blanket and go on my merry way CH

And the people say hey, hey, hey, hey
Live for today hey hey hey hey

There are about a hundred jobs that I could do
If someone would pay me not to do this thing I do
It’s the only job that I have ever had, I don’t count waitressing
I was the worst waitress in the world
I crave freedom and simplicity
Very few things in things in my life make any sense to me
Gather my possessions in an econoline van
Point it at the highway and drive all over this land CH

Work is just another busy waste of time
It will not matter, my accumulated wealth at the failing of my health
If everyone agrees money’s not the important thing

Why do we spend so much time trying to make it? CH
SHINE

Written by Michelle Malone, Lee Michelle Malone Music Publishing, ASCAP 2012

I’m a plane and you’re the sky
Without you I cannot fly
You lift me up and give me a place to land
You’re the sunshine on my skin
clapping leaves, ovation wind
you are the song that makes me want to sing

You’re a ray of light in my darkest night
I can feel your light so let it SHINE

You pick up the pieces, you make it seem so easy
Put me back together, I’m light as a feather again

You’re a shepard, I’m a stray
You’re the star that lights the way
And I will follow where it is you lead
You’re supercalifragilistic
I’m a mystery, you’re a mystic
tell you my secrets, you hold them like a child

You’re a ray of light in my darkest night
I’m so tired of chasing shadows
You’re a ray of light in my darkest night
I can feel your light so let it SHINE
Let it SHINE, let it SHINE, let it SHINE

I’m a plane and you’re the sky