Album Lyrix: "Tales From The Pumpkin Patch"
Album: Tales From The Pumpkin Patch
Artist: October Baby
Year: 1999
Tales From The Pumpkin Patch
Songs on this album:
- Commercial World
- Plane Tickets Unlimited
- Lifeline
- South Street
- Free Tonite
- The Detective
- I Get Along
- Red Light Saturday Night
- Wanna Be Your Dream Instead
- Step By Step
written by Lisa Bouchelle and Tomas Fraticelli
Produced by Ernie White
Track 1, Time: 3:38
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Everybody's taking trains today
Everybody's leaving
Everybody's in despair, everybody
Everybody's reachin' higher plains
Everybody's searchin'
Everybody's losin' things around them
Break it down, break it down
Why don't ya just take it down and break it down
Break it down
Uncommon ad for a human
Uncommon human to act
Uncommon act in a Commercial World
Everybody's taking notes today
Everybody's preaching, preachin' at me!
Everybody's standing still but moving
Everybody's in love with me
I think they're just searching, searching
Everybody's losing things around them
Break it down, break it down
Why don't ya just take it down and break it down
Break it down
Uncommon ad for a human
Uncommon human to act
Uncommon act in a Commercial World
Everybody, Everybody
Everybody, Everybody
(it's not just me, you know it's…)
Everybody, Everybody
(we're all livin' in Commercial World)
Everybody, Everybody
written by Lisa Bouchelle
produced by Ernie White
Track 2, Time: 5:07
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Rocking with change for so long
You might forget your own name
You can lose your way
When I don't know where to go
I could follow the snow
But then I'd only fall down, you see
I've been around my world is 15 days
But I never got out of my hometown
I'm dreaming of plane tickets unlimited
The kind that lift me right off the ground
Oh, you know they don't bring me down
Won't somebody save me
Throw me a line
I'm scratching at the boulder with a toothpick this time
Save me, take me away.
Using a teaspoon to dig out of this grave, you see?
Won't somebody save me
I guess I was using a knife for so long
Just to cut thru this fog
Maybe I just lost sight of my path
When your whole world blows up
And you're just laying low
In the aftermath…I'll know.
I've been around my world is 15 days
But I never got out of my hometown
I'm dreaming of plane tickets unlimited
The kind that lift me right off the ground
Oh, you know they don't bring me down
Won't somebody save me
Throw me a line
I'm scratching at the boulder with a toothpick this time
Save me, take me away.
Using a teaspoon to dig out of this grave, you see?
Won't somebody save me
Why don't you throw me a line
Oh Save Me
Won't you throw me a line
written by Lisa Bouchelle and Rob Paterson
produced by Ernie White
Track 3, Time: 4:05
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Don't pull on my lifeline
This life of mine is mine
I don't create it by your design
So don't pull on my lifeline
Don't tell me how to behave
Cause I don't hitch no ride upon your wave
I'm not grain that tumbled in upon your tide
I'm just treadin' water here on the other side
Oh, Life is too kool
You're walkin' on your cake
Oh, my love, my soul's not been sold
(My soul's been sold, my blood runs cold)
But I'm keepin' the faith
Don't pull on my lifeline
This life of mine is mine
I don't create it by your design
So don't pull on my lifeline
Don't pull it out on me, oh cause
I can't I can't
I can't I can't B r e a t h e…
I hear you talkin' talkin' talkin'
talkin' talkin' talkin' I know you're there
Yeah, you're always talkin', talkin'
talkin', talkin' talkin' talkin', why should I care?
…You are not my mirror, and I do not fear you
written by Lisa Bouchelle and Rob Paterson
Produced by Ernie White
Track 4, Time: 6:36
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Down on South Street tonite some white, but mostly black
ooooo and them summer time girls, they all got back
Some of the clothes they wear could give a man a heart attack
In the summer time
Yeah, in the summer time
The city breeze blows thru my city mind
In the summer time
Did I see your reflection in the broken glass
Of some burnt-out building like I'm feelin' now
It wasn't long ago you flashed your neon smile on my soul
Oh, but now you know I just don't know
ooooo where to go, so I just end up back down here on South Street
Confess your guilt, Lay down your fault
Just lay it down on the shadow splashed asphalt
I'm feelin' quite serene
With the Goth crowd in their Maybelline
They're porcelain, with crow black pout
Death and glamour, what's this life all about?
Did I see your reflection in the broken glass
Of some burnt-out building like I'm feelin' now
It wasn't long ago you flashed your neon smile on my soul
Oh, but now you know I just don't know
oooooo where to go, so I just end up back down here on South Street
Life is pumpin' down on South, but further North
Some tin can tumbleweed rolls past a crack head rockin' back and forth
And I measure the smiles on girls by the interest that I show
20 bucks to start backstage, it must be quite a show
I slip out on the street…discrete and smooth like silk
Some shadow spots me, says "mmm-mmm Girl, you' been drinkin' your milk!"
He says "ooooo you go girl… you wiggle that……a little bit"
And you'd think that I'd get tired
I'd get tired of all this shit
Did I see your reflection in the broken glass
Of some burnt-out building like I'm feelin' now
It wasn't long ago you flashed your neon smile on my soul
Oh, but now you know I just don't know
oooooo where to go, so I just end up back down here on South Street
So I just end up back down here on
South Street in the summer time
I'm down here where no one knows my name
Every weekend you know it's always kinda quite the same
I'm down here where no one knows my name
Ever since you've gone, I don't want to be alone
I end up back down here on South Street
written by Lisa Bouchelle
Produced by Ernie White
Track 5, Time: 3:37
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No one said you could come here
No one said I was free tonite
What are you trying to do to me anyway?
Can't you see I've found enough reason to cry on my own tonite?
Can't you see that I go either way?…see?
Sway me with those eyes
You've got my heart in your hands and you know it
I can't hide it, no, it's showin' in my eyes
I'm standing one step ahead of your thunder
With the rain beating down just as hard as I tried
With the price that I paid, for giving my love away
Who told you I was free tonite? (free tonite!)
My heart, it beats, the time it ticks
No one said I had time for this tonite!
Oh, and how about the time I called you back to me?
It's all in the past, but out of curiosity, what changed your mind?
I'm standing one step ahead of your thunder
With the rain beating down just as hard as I tried
There's a high price on love, the kind you're thinking of
Who told you I was free tonite?
I don't know what to tell you
I don't know what to say
I never thought I'd sacrifice myself this way
But you do something to me that I just can't explain
So it's turn away from heartache
To turn back to my pain
Like, run away from stormy skies, right into the rain!
I'm standing one step ahead of your thunder
With the rain beating down just as hard as I tried
There's a high price on love, the kind you're thinking of
Who told you I was free tonite?
Who told you I was free tonite?
Who told you I was free tonite?
written by Lisa Bouchelle and Larry Eubank
produced by Ernie White
Track 6, Time: 3:10
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He's kinda like a detective
You know he always seeks them out
He finds my very very special, special places
And makes me wanna shout!
Oh and when I'm under cover
You know he always uncovers my source
He's the one who get' down to the root of my matter
And he brings all my demons forth
You know he keeps me singin'
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo
He's kinda like a detective
He scares me like the man
But then if you know me
You know I sorta' like that on the other hand
I like the shiny cuffs that he wears
And I love that superior stare
I dig his black leather boots
And I adore the grease in his hair
He always keeps me singin'.
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo
He's kinda like a detective
You know he busted me last nite
Now I thought we were just role playin'
Aardvark, everything ain't so right
You know, I don't really dig it
The way he dogged me around this way
But for a detective, you know he kinda lovrd me ok
You know he kept me singing.
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo
The boy he keeps me singin'
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo!
written by Lisa Bouchelle
produced by Ernie White
Track 7, Time: 6:10
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In this old phonebook
The names have all changed
I don't know this dance
I guess my mind just depicted
Some not even existing romance
That old moon...Come on and smile like you did
All green cheese and dream weaves
Like when I was a kid
And he kept me sheltered
I guess he kept me naive
I gave up that preservation
When you asked me to leave
Now I try to force it
But I just can't believe, for this sorry wall
And no one gave my innocence a proper burial
So I slip and fall
But I get along, I get along
Even when it's not what I expected
I get along, and when I'm alone
If I'm disillusioned, at least I'll be respected
I woke up this morning,
the first thing I heard was a train moan
You know that pulled on me inside
I felt my whole life, might be riding on that train...
let it ride
I get this itchy-winged feeling when the birds fly
Cause I know, yeah I know, yeah I realize
That feeling may never be satisfied, but just let it ride...
But I get along, I get along
Even when it's not what I expected
I get along, and when I'm alone
If I'm disillusioned, at least I'll be respected
written by Larry Eubank
produced by Ernie White
Track 8, Time: 3:25
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Are you getting' the urge?
Are you hearin' the call?
Are you feelin' the itch?
Aren't you jonesing at all?
Want it straight, want it warped, want it kinky and sick?
Come inside, take a look, you can have what you pick
Are ya startin' to sweat? Have we got to ya yet?
On a Red Light Saturday Night!
Hamburg, Deutschland give it a whirl
Streets of St. Pauli, can't forget your first girl
Bangkok, Thailand, lights of Patpong…
First they take you upstairs, then they bang on your gong
All those stars on the walk, must be "H"wood and Vine
Here's a clik, there's a clak, feel that heel on your spine
Are you getting' the urge?
Are you hearin' the call?
Are you feelin' the itch?
Aren't you jonesing at all?
Want it sweet, want it rough, want it nasty and wet?
Go too far, take a chance, you might like what you get
Are ya startin' to sweat? Have we got to ya yet?
On this Red Light Saturday Night!
On your feet, in your car, prowl the glow of Times Square
Catch your fish! What a mess in the bright neon glare
'Round the world, Tokyo, make it rise like the sun
They got bars they call pink, they got hot, sticky fun
Cobble-stoned Amsterdam, cop a bag, cop a feel
Window shop, take your time, pull out your guilden and deal
Chorus.
On this Red Light Saturday Night…yeah…
written by Lisa Bouchelle
produced by Ernie White
Track 9, Time: 2:48
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I wanna be the pillow where you lay your head
Your porn star queen, Boy, I wanna be your dream instead
I wanna cook, iron, bathe you, love you 'til the blood moves
Straight to your......Head?...!
Your Tokyo, your strip show, I wanna be your dream instead
I wanna be your inspiration when ya leave me behind
I want a fantasy of me to be the key that opens up your mind
I want to blow you reality in a kiss from my lips, red
Your pointy toe, your fashion show, I wanna be your dream instead
There are lots and lots of glamour girls
From your models to your street whore hustles
You've got exotic women all over the world
And your singers with the strong jaw muscles!
So I'm not askin' for your exclusivity
No, I'm askin' for X-rated, like the kind they censor on TV
Now, off the net, my government can't monitor me
Oh, and you'll forget the others, when you come and get hung up on me!
Yeah, there are lots and lots of glamour girls
Red hot dollars to choc'late truffles
Pretty Asian flowers and your Eurotrash
And your singers with the strong jaw muscles!
So, let me be the pretty pillow where you lay your head
Your porn star queen, well, I wanna be your dream instead
I wanna cook, iron, bathe you, love you 'til the blood moves
Straight to your......Head?...!
Well your psychadelic dayglow, I wanna be your dream instead
Yeah your countess who can dominate you, wanna be your dream instead
Well your Pat Pong pin pong show, I'll try to be your dream instead!
Baby now, your Euro-Go-Go, Nosferatu, wann be your dream instead
Your party clothes, your best blow!
I wanna be your dream instead!!!!!!
written by Lisa Bouchelle
produced by Ernie White
Keys: Ernie White
Special thanx to Bill Berends for musical contributions
Track 10, Time: 5:25
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When I was small, I took baby steps
It took time as I changed
To change a world it takes baby steps
It takes time as things grow -- Brighter
If I can help those in need
If I try to be kind
If I use my hope, If I use my mind
We'll make a brighter way
Step by Step and day by day
When climbers climb
They use baby steps
It takes them time, to reach the peak
To make peace, we'll just take baby steps
Plans can change, but we can reach - Higher
If I can help those in need
If I try to be kind
If I use my hope, If I use my mind
We'll make a brighter way
Step by Step and day by day