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Love Everybody 4:250:00/4:25
FAMOUS
I was born to change the world
through the genius of my art
But lately I have realized
that time is running short
I'd rather get the glory now,
while I can revel in the accolades
But it's looking more and more
like I am gonna miss my own parade
I'll be famous when I'm dead.
I'll be famous when I'm dead
When you hear it on the news,
you'll remember what I said
I'll be famous when I'm dead
Someone will write a book
about this visionary man
How I could take a simple truth
and make it hard to understand
There'll be a special on PBS
and a chair at LSU
Beyonce and the Boss'll say
that I was all they ever listened to
I'll be famous when I'm dead.
I'll be famous when I'm dead
When you see it on the TV,
you'll remember what I said
I'll be famous when I'm dead
I guess there's still a chance I will get my props
before my final bow
But just in case, I have hedged my bets
I guess you know that by now
So thanks again for dropping by
I really hope you'll come back soon
I gotta run, I guess you heard
there's a cleanup on aisle two
I'll be famous when I'm dead.
I'll be famous when I'm dead
When you hear about the movie,
you'll remember what I said
I'll be famous when I'm dead
When you hear about the all-star, Grammy-winning
box set tribute DVD, you'll remember what I said
I'll be famous when I'm dead
© 2018 Steve Conn
Conn Artist Music | BMI
FLESH AND BONE
There's not a lot of water
under the bridges I've burned
There's not a lot of lessons
that I've really learned
I'm making the most
of this dubious loan
But sooner or later
we all gotta go home
I'm just borrowing this flesh and bone
It's a bad neighborhood
but I keep coming back
Searching for mercy
in spite of the facts
I'm on a mission
I don't understand
I know who I'm not
but not who I am
I'm just borrowing this flesh and bone
I'm just borrowing this flesh and bone
The wheel never stops and we scream and we pray
but we'll get it right maybe one of these days
I'm a little bit happy
I'm a little confused
I'm a little bit crazy
but it keeps me amused
I came for the sermon
I stayed for the show
I've forgotten the question
but here's what I know
I'm just borrowing this flesh and bone
I'm just borrowing this flesh and bone
© 2018 Steve Conn
Conn Artist Music | BMI
DOING THE BEST I CAN
I wish I had listened to my second thoughts
Before sharing my first
I might have remembered that sometimes the truth
Just makes things worse
I'm so sorry I have hurt you
Please allow me to explain
I'm just a human doing the best I can
I’d like to believe my intentions are good
More often than not
I know I’m not perfect or anything close
But I’m all I’ve got
I'm no hero, I'm no saint
Got no halo, got no cape
I'm just a human doing the best I can
I get tired of being the best I can be
When it's less than enough I feel worse about me
It's hard to accept that I'm not superman
I'm just a human doing the best I can
I'm no hero, I'm no saint
Got no halo, got no cape
I'm just a human doing the best I can
I'm just a man doing the best I can
© 2018 Steve Conn
Conn Artist Music | BMI
YOU DON'T KNOW
It’s cold this morning, there’s rats in the walls
There’s pigeons in the attic, it happens every fall
I told my landlord but he don’t care
He’s just biding his time until I’m out of his hair
He even suggested that the problem ain’t the pigeons
It’s bats in the belfry and roaches in the kitchen
Well let me tell you something, he can kiss my ass
It’s not my fault the world moves so fast
You don’t know what it’s like
You don’t know what it’s like to be me
I had crackers for breakfast, I had crackers for lunch
I would love some bacon and a big piece of fudge
But there’s nothing left, I just looked again
And it’s four more days until my check comes in
You don’t know what it’s like
You don’t know what it’s like to be me
Before I ran out of pills I was splitting the dose
Now my blood pressure’s up and I can’t feel my toes
If I make it to Friday I’ll buy out the store
Get my prescriptions filled and cheat death once more
You don’t know what it’s like
You don’t know what it’s like to be me
Once upon a time life was good
I worked in the movies out in Hollywood
I had a brand new car and a beautiful wife
I don’t know what happened to my beautiful life. . . .
I know I ought to shave, I ought to take a bath
I’ve been wearing this shirt for a week and a half
You don’t know what it’s like
I hope you never find out what it’s like to be me
© 2018 Steve Conn
Conn Artist Music | BMI
ANNALEE
She never told me she loved me
But we were much more than just friends
She was out of my league but she needed someone like me
Every now and again
When she called, I would come running
If you’d known her, you would have too
She was beauty and brains and worth all the pain
That she put me through
Annalee, Annalee
We were lost, we were free
Was it love? I don’t know Annalee
It sounds like a lie but it happened
I climbed in her window one night
While her parents were sleeping, we lay in her bed
And held on for dear life
Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
Played over and over again
It was a midnight mass, with an unholy ghost
And the most unoriginal sin
Annalee, Annalee
We were lost, we were free
Was it love? I don’t know Annalee
I grew up in a house on the corner
With azaleas and sweet gum trees
Now there’s nothing left but the crumbling steps
That’s the last place I saw Annalee
We were sitting out there on her birthday
We kissed in the October chill
I asked her if she ever thought about me
She said someday I will
Annalee, Annalee
We were lost, we were free
Was it love? I don’t know Annalee
© 2018 Steve Conn
Conn Artist Music | BMI
LET ME CRY
Today was not a good day
I really don't know why
Today was not a good day
It really doesn't matter why
Tomorrow will be better
Tonight just let me cry
When I woke up this morning
I was so glad to be alive
When I woke up this morning
It felt so good to be alive
I might feel like that tomorrow
But tonight just let me cry
The storm came out of nowhere
And took me by surprise
The storm came out of nowhere
Fire fell from the sky
I’m sure the sun will shine again someday
But tonight just let me cry
I wrote myself a letter
I filled it full of lies
I wrote myself a letter
I filled it full of lies
Sometimes I just can’t help myself
So please just let me cry
You know how much I love you
I will until the day I die
You know I love you darling
I'll love you till the very day I die
But right now I don't like you
So go away and let me cry
© 2018 Steve Conn
Conn Artist Music | BMI
AROUND AND AROUND
Mennonite, Shiite, Sufi and Sikh
Zionist, Quaker and Hindu
Nazarene, Philistine, infidel
Catholic, cunyun and hoodoo
What’s the truth?
God only knows
Around and around and around we go
Khomeini, Krishna and Jesus
Mohammad, Moses and Abraham
Ned Flanders and Brigham Young
Will D. Campbell and Billy Graham
What’s the truth?
God only knows
Around and around and around we go
The Koran, the Torah, the Tao Te Ching
The Bible, the Bhagavad Gita
Priests and prophets, rabbis and popes
Heavenly wheeler-dealers
What’s the truth?
God only knows
Around and around and around we go
I believe what I believe
I do not want to fight
For all I know I got it wrong
And you got it right
What’s the truth?
God only knows
Around and around and around we go
Around and around and around and around we go
© 2018 Steve Conn
Conn Artist Music | BMI
SING ME TO THE OTHER SIDE
It’s time for me to go
I’ve exhausted my appeals
Saint Peter’s got my resumé
And the devil’s at my heels
I tell myself I’m ready
But we all know the truth
So many things I meant to say
And so much left to do
Nothing lasts forever
So darlin’ please don’t cry
Let me hear your sweet, sweet voice
Sing me to the other side
Sing me to the other side
Sing me to the other side
Meet me at the river
And sing me to the other side
I had my share of good times
I’ve got a few regrets
I didn’t set the world on fire
But I sure did my best
I don’t know where I’m headed
I just know the water’s wide
So raise your voice in a joyful noise
And sing me to the other side
Sing me to the other side
Sing me to the other side
Meet me at the river
And sing me to the other side
I will miss this old piano
And the cool, blue days of fall
But of all the wonders of this old world
I will miss you most of all
But nothing lasts forever
So darlin’ don’ t you cry
Just raise your voice in a joyful noise
And sing me to the other side
Sing me to the other side
Sing me to the other side
Meet me at the river
And sing me to the other side
Meet me at the river
And sing me to the other side
© 2018 Steve Conn
Conn Artist Music | BMI
SATISFIED
It’s a beautiful morning
It’s a wonderful life
It’s a beautiful morning
It’s a wonderful life
So maybe you can tell me why I’m still not satisfied
I’ve got everything I need
I got nothing to hide
I’ve got everything I need
I got nothing to hide
It’s a mystery to me, why I’m still not satisfied
I’ve seen the Mona Lisa, I’ve been to Big Mamou,
And I’ve laughed until I’ve cried
Sackcloth and ashes, ten thousand naps,
There’s not a lot I have not tried
I don’t understand why I’m still not satisfied
I’ve been up on the mountain
And I’ve seen the other side
I’ve been up on the mountain
And I’ve seen the other side
But seeing’s not believing – and I’m still not satisfied
I live in Tennessee
Colorado’s on my mind
I live in Tennessee
Colorado’s on my mind
My heart’s in Louisiana and I’m still not satisfied
My heart’s in Louisiana and I’m sure not satisfied
© 2018 Steve Conn
Conn Artist Music | BMI
FOREVER SEVENTEEN
I can’t believe I burned up all her letters
It didn’t do a thing to ease the pain
I knew I would regret it even as I did it
But my broken heart would not believe my brain
The only thing I saved was this picture
She’s standing on a street in New Orleans
We’ve both gotten old now, that’s what happens
But to me she’ll be forever seventeen
The summer after high school was freedom
We did all the things they told us not to do
We stole a watermelon in broad daylight,
we got sunburned and we got high
We made crazy love on Spring Bayou
Then autumn came and I went off to college
She wrote me such sweet letters for awhile
Then one day she wrote about some new guy
And I threw all her letters in the fire
The only thing I saved was this picture
The bluest eyes that I have ever seen
We’ve both gotten old now, that’s what happens
But to me she’ll be forever seventeen
If I could read her words again
I don’t know what I’d hope to find
A glimpse, I guess, of who we were
When all we had was love and time
The other day I heard she was at her mama’s
I came so close to picking up the phone
But sometimes the memory is better than reality
So I just let well enough alone
The only thing I saved was this picture
The bluest eyes that I have ever seen
We’ve both gotten old now, that’s what happens
But to me she’ll be forever seventeen
To me she’ll be forever seventeen
© 2018 Steve Conn
Conn Artist Music | BMI