Relentless

Michelle Malone - Relentless

  • Big Black Bag

    His eyes were the color of his car

    I’m doing cartwheels in the yard

    Today ain’t gonna go too far

    ‘Cause I’ve got a hand in the big black bag

    I’ve got a hand in the big black bag

    Some cars are big and some are small

    I’m smoking someone’s old cigar

    The years roll by – you can’t go back

    When you’ve got a hand in the big black bag

    When you’ve got a hand in the big black bag

    Traffic’s slow – music has no soul

    So, I dress in someone else’s clothes

    It’s not a joke – there could be no mistake

    I pray the Lord my soul to take

    I pray the Lord my soul to take

    Now I am not – I stand alone

    No ground beneath my feet

    And he envisions he’s in black

    And he’s got a hand in the big black bag

    He’s got a hand in the big black bag

    Take a yellow taxi into the yellow sun

    It’s a reason put away – It’s a reason taken

    Take a yellow taxi into the yellow sun

    It’s a reason put away – it’s a reason taken

    It’s a reason put away

    Michelle Malone ©1988, Sony Music/Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Long Love Century

    What have we here – another situation comedy

    Enter hope – blind faith looking for prosperity

    Open up your eyes to blinders on either side

    Open, open, open, open up and let them try

    Stop me, stop me, stop me before you leave

    Stop me, stop me in this Long Love Century

    You toy with me – I’ll be your soldier of wood

    I am the little train that never could

    So, I’ve got some problems with you

    I’ve got them with me, too

    Just give me one more day in this Long Love Century

    Stop me, stop me, stop me before you leave

    Stop me, stop me in this Long Love Century

    You’re building fires under me

    Provocation set me free

    You’re building fires under me

    In this Long Love Century

    I once was lost, but now am I found by you

    I once was free, but now am I bound by you

    Nothing’s free, and nothing comes quite that easily

    I guess it’s just another day in this Long Love Century

    Stop me, stop me, stop me before you leave

    Stop me, stop me in this Long Love Century

    You’re building fires under me

    Provocation set me free

    You’re building fires under me

    In this Long Love Century

    Michelle Malone ©1988, Sony Music/Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • 32 Seconds

    It’s all coming down in 32 seconds

    Like rain on your blue velvet coat

    You run to find cover, you search for another

    New shelter where your ship can float

    But then the bow breaks and your roof is mistaken

    For a brown leather show full of holes

    You don’t know who to trust, you don’t know where to go

    And the government is moving too slow

    Oh no, room to grow

    Won’t you try not to let disappointment show

    Oh no, room to grow

    Won’t you try not to let disappointment show

    Your children are crying and your will is dying

    In site you can see no relief

    Cause housing is one thing, but a home is another

    For that much you’d stick to the streets

    Newspaper blankets and barrel fireplaces

    The concrete gets cool in you fall

    You’ve got a career and you’re making a living

    but your riches are uncountable

    cause you’ve got pride and you’ve got character and you’ve got a name

    Even if nobody knows, Oh

    Well, it’s all coming down in 32 seconds

    Like rain on your blue velvet coat

    Even if nobody knows

    Won’t you try not to let it show

    Michelle Malone ©1988, Sony Music/Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Into the Night

    Give me back my secrets

    and I’ll give you back your lies

    Since the day you said hello

    I’ve waited for goodbye

    You keep running me around in circles

    pulling on the strings of my heart

    why don’t you just go ahead and finish

    the games that you been playing with my heart

    Give me back my freedom

    and I’ll give you back your fame

    I don’t feel the need to play in

    all your silly games

    Night after night I’ve attempted to break free

    Time after time I’ve tried

    To vanish into the night

    Into the night, Into the night

    I will wonder into the night

    You shattered my dreams and strangled my will

    Now I’m wondering Into the Night

    I’ve had enough of your glory

    Besides I don’t have the time

    For anyone whose been as heartless as you’ve been

    At least someone’s got pride

    Night after night I’ve attempted to break free

    Time after time I’ve tried

    to vanish into the night

    Into the Night, Into the Night

    I will wonder into the night

    You shattered my dreams and shattered my will

    Now I’m wondering Into the Night

    Michelle Malone & Kristen Hall ©1988, Sony Music/Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Inside Out Of Here

    Nick he says he’s got a trick

    He says he can get off without it

    Sandy knows the only way

    She says you can’t get nowhere with it

    In the time it takes to dream

    You can crush a diamond ring

    I guess you never thought about

    You can’t get nowhere with/without it

    Sandy told me once you got a dream you better follow

    Everyone wants to believe that

    You’re just trying to make a dollar

    In the time it takes to scream

    You could crush a diamond ring

    I guess you never thought about it

    You can’t get nowhere with/without it

    Nick he says he wants to care

    But his attempt gets lost out there

    Sandy smiles and nods

    and brings the brush up to her hair

    She says I see only what you don’t

    I know what goes on out there

    I’m on the inside out of here

    On the inside out of here

    Like a slow explosion first

    The smoke came rising through the air

    Then from the flames his words came

    Quickly guided by despair

    But Sandy how can you believe

    In what you cannot see or hear

    Sandy smiled and gently nodded

    I’m on the inside out of

    I’m on the inside out of

    On the inside out of here

    Michelle Malone ©1988, Sony Music/Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Battle Him Republican

    Let me save you some time

    You don’t have to waste it

    Trouble enters on cue

    and it’s looking for you

    You can make up some excuse

    Pull tighter on your corporate noose

    or you can take it – don’t want to waste it

    Go on and do yourself a favor

    Stroll on over to the other side

    Battle Him Republican

    Allow your smoke to rise

    When it knocks on your door

    You don’t have to answer

    Trouble enters on cue

    and I’m looking for you

    You can accept the invitation

    if you feel the inclination

    You can take it – don’t want to waste it

    Come on, do yourself a favor

    Stroll on over to the other side

    Battle Him Republican

    Allow your smoke to rise

    Politician wants you

    He’s gonna have a field day

    He’s looking for you

    There he stands coming into view

    He’ll promise world protection

    Peace collection for a term or two

    He’s gonna waste you

    Do yourself a favor

    Stroll on over to the other side

    Battle Him Republican

    Allow your smoke to rise

    Stroll on over to the other side

    Battle Him Republican

    Allow your smoke to rise

    Michelle Malone ©1988, Sony Music/Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Sure Thing

    I’m working on a sure thing

    Been wearing out my mood ring

    Changing hues of dark green jewels

    Lead my eyes to the next sunrise

    Been dancing on a red wire

    Suspended over blue fire

    Suspect grows like a nurtured rose

    Taste the truth of your misspent youth

    And if I’m falling down

    Please don’t let me know

    And if I come undone

    I’ll try not to let it show

    I’m dreaming of a white light

    Surrounded by a dark night

    Tempt the fate

    Of my pearly gate

    Bright orange glow

    Of my hell below

    And if I’m falling down

    Please don’t let me know

    And if I come undone

    I’ll try not to let it show

    I’m working on a sure thing

    Michelle Malone & Kristen Hall ©1993, Sony Music/Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Love Thang

    Last night I woke up all alone

    You were not where you said you’d be

    Told me you were coming home

    Then you show up three days later wanting loving from me

    I don’t care where you go at night

    I don’t care who you do

    But I have got to know out right

    If you feel the way you say that you do

    Told me that you really need me

    And that you’d always be mine

    Then, in thin air, your kisses vanish

    For three fortnights at a time

    I give you everything

    That a woman could possibly give to you

    But you keep on taking my love for granted

    You won’t get anymore

    Unless you give me that love thang

    You take all that I give

    Come on, give me that love thang

    I’ve got a life to live

    Better give me that love thang

    I wanna get you off

    Give me that love thang

    I give you everything

    That a woman could possibly give to you

    But you keep on taking my love for granted

    You won’t get anymore

    Tell me that you really love me

    And that you cannot do without

    I don’t want to fight about it

    But I do believe you’re giving it out

    I give you everything

    That a woman could possibly give to you

    But you keep on taking my love for granted

    You won’t get anymore

    Michelle Malone ©1988, Sony Music/Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Black Cloud Song

    I know not why the devil wants my soul

    My shroud is worn, my tomb is cold

    The crypt is empty now

    Though I don’t walk this earth

    I suffer from rebirth and gates of gold

    But I am not living in a world where I can breathe

    Please come to comfort me – I cannot find the sea

    The light is fading – all that’s left to see are memories

    Question the cause – I chose unconsciousness

    To ease my restlessness

    and pacify my youthful rage

    But I can’t relax, not in the midst of this charade

    Dark shadows calling me

    Drawing me nearer my grave

    But I am not living in a world where I can breathe

    Please come to comfort me – I cannot find the sea

    The light is fading – all that’s left to see are memories

    What’s left for me to do but sit and wait for you

    This is not how – I am not lost

    I’m only spinning ’round in circles

    I’m searching for a break to make my clean escape

    But I am not living in a world where I can breathe

    Please come to comfort me – I cannot find the sea

    The light is fading – all that’s left to see are memories

    And if you should find this is upsetting you

    Don’t feel too put upon -

    It’s just a black cloud song 

    Michelle Malone ©1988, Sony Music/Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Counting Stars

    Coffee and cigarettes

    Inside the fire’s burning low

    No work and little rest

    Counting stars through my window

    You were a part of me

    But I could never look me in the eye

    I left you leaving me

    But I could never stay with me at night

    Your answers question me

    But then I never had a clue

    I’m still a mystery

    And I am still inside where I lost you

    Left here with me alone

    The conversation is a bore

    I pay for all my crimes

    And then in seconds I commit more

    Your eyes still follow me

    But then I always ran to you

    I’m still a mystery

    And I am still inside where I lost you

    Resolved are you and I

    So say the books that I have read

    I lost some faith somewhere

    I can’t believe in every word it said

    Someday I’ll write a song

    And tell you how I feel for you

    But the words come too slow

    Counting stars through my window

    Coffee and cigarettes

    Inside the wind begins to blow

    No work and little rest

    Counting stars through my window

    Michelle Malone ©1993, Sony Music/Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Funny Face

    You cling to the shadows in folly or fear

    You’ve got to keep part of yourself

    Just like everyone else

    The world is a cold place

    It’s been from the start

    But have you taken a look at your heart

    You left a man with a gun in his hand

    Did you try?

    Did you go back to see if he lived or if he died?

    Did you cry?

    Just one kind word or the warmth of your touch

    Did you offer your sympathy, or was that too much?

    You’re not an island

    Don’t think that you are

    Someday you’ll need something from someone like me

    I’ll be in the bar

    A garden of fool – twisted, tangled

    the shrews have a laugh

    They strangle and dangle

    And their funny faces you pass

    Did you laugh?

    Michelle Malone ©1992, Cold Cocked Music/Sony Songs Inc./BMI

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