It started out so fast

And intense, I guess it wasn't meant to last

I hate you, you're evil, go away

I should have known from the start

You were the dick who'd break my heart

I hate you, you're evil, go away

Go away, go away, go away

You said you wanted to screw

I said, "Baby, I want to, too"

I hate you, you're evil, go away

First we smoked some pot

You gave as good as you got

I hate you, you're evil, go away

Go away, go away, go away

You said, "It's the end of the line,

Good luck, maybe I'll call you some time"

I hate you, you're evil, go away

As I stumble down life's path

When I think of you, I pray to God I can laugh

I hate you, you're evil, go away

I hate you, your'e evil, go away

Never knew money, I never knew wealth.

Lived in a forest, all by myself.

I thought I was happy, thought I was free.

Oh, love's a mystery.

They say love's a gamble, they say love's a game.

That it's too hot to handle, and be careful of the flame.

But today is a new day, I'm ready for that flight

Won't you come home tonight?

     Try not to question,

     Set the old fears free.

     It's just a suggestion

     Of how things could be.

     Oh, love's a mystery.

Cool running water, stars up in the sky.

You came when I called you, never asking why.

In the garden of true love, what that means to me,

Oh, love's a mystery.

Who's on your team?
Wonderful men
Men who take action
Men who protect
Men who teach

Men who love to play
Men who love to work
Men who compete
Men who make moves
Men who've got game

Men who tell jokes
Men who toss the ball with the boys
Men who chase the girls
Men with big muscles
Men with big grins

Wonderful men
Men who believe in the power of love
Men who believe in the power of virtue
Men with spirit
Men with brains

Who's on your team?

Time to let go, and to let go again

Time to trust, and to trust again

To be strong, free, and female

To have ambition and opinions

And the drive to stick it out

In spite of fears that bring you down

That can, in fact, drown

I have the strength to keep on

And maybe today, or maybe tomorrow

Someday, in some way

I will find my happiness

And I will not give in

I will not let go

I will find my happiness

And I will not let it go

And if I live my life,

My life, on my own,

Always on my own,

I will not forget the knowledge

Or the certainty

That now and forever, I am,

And always have been,

Madly in love

I want to be with you, baby

I want to touch your hair

I want to push you right over

Oh, is that a bed over there?

You can lay me down softly

You can lay me down slow

If you talk to me dirty

I'll never let you go

You better not tease me

You know I want it all

Go too deep and I'll catch you

Are you ready to fall?

Take your time, baby

I love to watch you smile

Can this feeling go deeper?

I'm in over a mile

Feel my heart pounding

Like a bird on the wing

See how we start to glisten

Like some heavenly thing

I want to be with you, baby

I want the bells to ring

See how we start to glisten

Like some heavenly thing

How does it feel when you reach rock bottom?
When pain turns you twenty shades of blue?
When you've run out of pride, and you're screwed-up inside?
That's how I feel about you

I remember the day you traded me in
For someone different, someone better, someone new
Nice going, friend, but you'll pay in the end
That's how I feel about you

I'm out of control, going out of my mind
Out of luck, and out of time
If you ever trace my footsteps, and I hope you do
You'll see that's how I feel about you

This new girl you found, does she blow your mind?
Does she write poetry, too?
There's nothing left to say, nothing I can do
That's how I feel about you

 Come dance with me, Darling, put your hands around my waist

Lean over here and give me a taste

I want a taste of your love

This feels so grand, dancing slow and holding hands

There's certain things that time can't erase

Like the taste of your love

    You know I want you

    You could always tell

`  I like the way you flirt with me

    When you ring my bell

You look so fine, hold me closer, you blow my mind

I'm tripping over the grin on your face

I need a taste of your love

    You know I want you

    You could always tell

    I like the way you flirt with me

    When you ring my bell

Please stay all night, say you will, darling, say alright

We can keep up this leisurely pace

With just a taste of your love

I take you up

I smoke you out

I find a weed

I choke it out

My fingers bleed

My breath is hot

The thing we need?

Forget-me-not

When I was young

You put me down

Thought it was cool

To call me clown

You sowed a seed

I almost bought

The thing we need?

Forget-me-not

Take a stand

State your case

There's nothing here

Time won't erase

Set it up now

Your best shot

The thing we need?

Forget-me-not

The moon is full

The night so quiet

We all need love

And then deny it

Some call it greed

But I think not

The thing we need?

Forget-me-not

Walk with me, we're going to daddy's garden

Walk with me, we're going down today

We'll pick the pretty flowers in the garden

"Forget-me-not"  was what I heard him say

"Forget-me-not" was what I heard him say

Whose girl is this?

Whose girl is this?

Was she smart, was she witty?

Was she loved, or was it pity?

Whose girl is this?

Whose heart is this?

Whose heart is this?

Was it pink with lace upon it?

Did she hide it in a locket?

Whose heart is this?

Whose love is this?

Whose love is this?

Was it bruised, was it busted?

Was it someone she once trusted?

Whose love is this?

Whose bed is this?

Whose bed is this?

Was there laughter in the morning?

Did it hit her without warning?

Whose bed is this?

Whose life is this?

Whose life is this?

Was it short, was it heavy?

Was it really necessary?

Whose life is this?

Whose song is this?

Whose song is this?

Does it end up bright and cheery?

Does it leave you sad and teary?

Whose song is this?

My church is made of people,

My church is being built.

My church is made of the finest grade.

My church is like a quilt.

I want to live out on the water.

I like to look up at the stars.

I like to be alone for hours.

I like to play in crowded bars.

The best songs make me weepy,

But true love makes me strong.

I'm gonna figure out what it's all about.

I'm gonna write another song.

I see you in the mirror.

Sometimes I see you in my dreams.

You're with me here forever,

That's what the story means.

Do you know how much I love you?

Can you feel it in the air?

By the fireside, late at night,

In the music that we share.

I want to thank you again for coming,

And filling up my life.

We live in the land of plenty,

I make a happy wife.

My church is made of people.

My church is being built.

My church is made of the finest grade.

My church is like a quilt.

Dream voice asked "Do you want to BE Lucinda Williams?"
I answered "I can't be Lucinda. I'm Buddha's Little Flower."
But I can download her,
Her voice, her songs, the words, the band.

I can't be Lucinda. (I'm Buddha's Little Flower.)
But she is my age, just a little older, a few days.
Just a little better, a song or two,
A word here or there.

I can't be Lucinda. I'm not anything like her.
I don't travel around on a bus/metal firecracker.
I don't have tattoos on my body,
She's the High Priestess Painted Lady, I'm Buddha's Little Flower.

True story about the dream.
I don't want what I can't have.

I'm not Lucinda.

Who said I loved you?
It is not a question of love.

Perhaps, I wish to envelop you,
Most assuredly I would protect you.
What I might do to make you laugh,
I would avoid all that might make you cry.
Of course I would stare at you,
Never with a blink.
Perhaps, an embrace might last a proper 1000 years.

Perhaps, I might brush your hair
Until the Sun quits exploding.
Then the moon with clarity
And thanks will reflect
A different cascading light.

Who said I loved you?

She looked at clouds,
And saw things.
I looked at her,
And did the same.

A shoulder uncovered,
Hair everywhere,
So much for fine fashion
And permanent press.

She touched me
To make a point.
What better way to understand me.

Tiffany and Cartier,
Paris and London.
But the memory is
Watermelon and cold ice cream
On a dusty Ridge Road.

We play a game
From start to end.
Put names on things,
Learn to pretend.

The game unfolds,
With stops and starts.
No one's immune,
Each plays a part.

Legs of the table,
Arms of the chair.
The eye of the storm,
Coming up for air.

Neck of a bottle,
Bend of the knee.
A baby's breath,
A lover's leap.

Lip of the cup,
A woman's touch.
The green-eyed monster,
The widow's watch.

A soft caress
And watchful eye,
The hourglass,
All things die.

Wings of a prayer
And broken glass.
Words unspoken,
Home at last.

I walk in this body,
I dress this body,
I have a chance to express
And a desire to impress with this body.

I smell the air and see the stars
And bathe in warm water with this body.
I taste red wine with this body,
This mouth, this tongue.

And when in sleep I dream,
It is this body that trys to run away;
And these arms that ache to hold
Those dear ones lost to death.

After the dreams of night time pass,
I step into the world of waking and dressing,
Sorting through piles of details and material goods.
And it is this body that moves with me through time,
Bearing witness to the rise and fall of seasons,
A rush of years, and perhaps a scattering of tears.

Things move within this body.
Beneath my skin there’s a life teeming with motion.
My heart pumps with such a low sound,
A drum that keeps the steady beat,
The base that supports my legs and feet.

I walk in this body,
I dress this body,
This lovely bag of bones,
This fragile flower on a stem.

This body.