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Lyrics

Old Fashioned Gal

(all songs composed by Kat Edmonson)

 

Sparkle and Shine

Though your days are grey with indecision,

Though you see no prospects coming through,

Have no fear you’ve still got one provision

That eternal flame inside of you.

So the critics stand in line to doubt you,

Make you question who you think you are.

If they asked me I’d tell them all about you

You have all the makings of a star!

You sparkle and shine

You make the world all aglow

Oh my, my, my

You’re so divine.

You’ve even got style there in that smile you wear

Floating down the boulevard

With stars in your eyes

And a dream in your heart.

You’ve even got style there in that smile you wear

Floating down the boulevard with stars in your eyes

And a dream in your heart.

With stars in your eyes

And a dream in your heart.

With stars in your eyes

And a dream in your heart.

 

 

I’d Be a Fool

How do you put the past away?

How does the night forget about the day?

So many things I want to say

But how do I get through?

If you ever still think of me,

If time has not erased my memory,

Would you accept an apology

So long overdue?

I’d be a fool if for one second

I thought you had been untrue

And then I told you we were through

And I no longer wanted you

I’d be a fool if I decided that what I needed to do

Was to go and hurt you, too,

that would be cruel

And if you begged me not to go

And told me that you loved me so

I would be foolish not to turn around

And run right back to you

And in the end if I’d pretended

I could love somebody new

Cause they reminded me of you,

I’d be a fool.

And if you begged me not to go

And told me that you loved me so

I would be foolish not to turn around

And run right back to you

And in the end if I’d pretended

I could love somebody new

Cause they reminded me of you,

I’d be a fool.

 

 

A Voice

Numbers and photographs do not a person make

I’m more than what a page can say of me

My identity is not in my history

All the best of me is in my dreams

And if I had a voice I would sing

And I’d be satisfied

I’d sing away the pain

Inside of me.

Color and shape

Height and weight

I’m more than what a mirror sees of me

I’m not the model type

most clothes don’t fit me right

Maybe I don’t fit in with anything

But if I had a voice I would sing

And I’d be satisfied

My voice would rise above

And carry me.

I’ve walked along this path alone

I’ve seen my share of things

And now it’s only I who knows

what any of it means

If I had a voice I would sing

And I’d be satisfied

I’d sing away the pain

I could do anything

What freedom it would bring

If I could sing.

 

 

If

If you’re going home one evening and you run into

Someone with whom you used to rendezvous

If the moonlight and the memories carry you away

If it’s time to go but you want to stay

If a detour through the park lures you further to the dark

Where against a beating heart you feel a spark go through you

If by then you still remember who you were on your way to

I’ll be waiting for you if you do

If a detour through the park lures you further to the dark

Where against a beating heart you feel a spark go through you

If by then you still remember who you were on your way to

I’ll be waiting for you if you do

 

 

Canoe

On such a night in June

Beneath a silver moon

They shared a boat for two

Canoe

Across a glassy lake

Their little boat did skate

And little sound they made at all

And for a little atmosphere the crickets serenaded

And a few indulging mosquitoes got quite inebriated

They paddled quietly under a canopy

Where no one else could see a thing

And as they started to express their mutual attraction

Many local residents were having a reaction

Yes, all the fervid fireflies were lighting their cabooses

And concerted Katydids, buzzing like the kazooses

They paddled quietly under a canopy

Where no one else could see a thing

On such a night in June, beneath a silver moon

They shared a boat for two

Canoe

 

 

Old Fashioned Gal

In a high-tech-driven marketplace

Of communications and aerospace

Are you seeking something far less complicated?

If modern day advancements do not seem to you enhancements

But instead abstruse and often overrated

Are you tired of being assailed by barrages of emails

And are pop-up ads destroying your morale?

Well then look no further brother

We were destined for each other

I’m and old fashioned gal

Is it often when you dine that you’re also apt to whine

How you wished the spot had not a television?

The jokes your date was telling that ensued such LOL-ing

Weren’t exactly what you’re hoping heart envisioned

If you would care to dance but refrain for fear of chance

That what they may play might hurt your ear canal,

Find this dating site too sleazy?

Contact me direct, I’m easy!

I’m an old fashioned gal.

Bring bring me a good old fashioned telephone

One inextricably connected to a wall

Oh why be a slave to my telephone?

And God forbid that I should miss a single call or text or notification!

All the old ways of relating, making friends or even mating

Now are taking place in virtual locales.

Just come over! Let’s play records. How about a game of checkers?

I’m an old fashioned, I want to be romanced like an old fashioned,

Old fashioned gal.

 

 

Please Consider Me

Every traveler’s guide insists

Paris simply can’t be missed

All the world’s romantic cornerstone

As you read the sight-see list,

Note this helpful asterisk:

Wandering through the city on your own

Can ignite a yearning to be kissed

And, if you require assistance,

I’d be happy to enlist

If you travel to La Ville Lumière,

And discover you’re all alone there

And don’t want to be,

Please consider me

If a stroll along the River Seine

Brings a longing for a special friend,

I’m you’re bonne amie.

Please consider me.

The Champs-Elysées, le Grand Palais, the Eiffel towering in the sky

Oh how I long to share Paris, but c’est la vie, here am I!

All the ladies do a nice review at the Moulin Rouge but I can, too.

My dance card is free

Please consider me.

The loneliest sound that I’ve ever found: the clanging of the church at night.

It’s the sound of my heart calling you but sacré bleu, you’re not in sight!

At Musée Rodin you might behold a couple’s kiss that leaves you cold

Try looking at me

Think about it baby

And please consider me.

 

 

Goodbye Bruce

Goodbye, Bruce.

Gonna miss you.

You were such a lovely guy.

 

 

With You

A sunny day comes streaming into my darkened room

Finds me alone and dreaming that I am still with you.

I pass the people walking along the avenue

They overhear me talking as though I am still with you.

With you

I was at last

With you

And life was grand

With you

The moments passed like sand through an hourglass

They say to go on grieving as long as you need to

Can’t I go on believing that I am still with you?

With you

With you

With you

 

 

Not My Time

I auditioned to be a star

in all my ambition I knew I’d go far

Farthest I got was 49

they said it wasn’t my time

A fortune-teller assessed my hand

and then shook her head as I told her my plans

Told me my planets weren’t aligned

She said it’s not my time.

I imagine all the many things I could do

But then I go and try and see them through

There I was knocking on death’s door

When death opened up and asked me what for

Told me I had to wait in line

he said it’s not your time.

Thought I could model, live the high life

But on my way up got cut off at 5

They said unless you get to 5’9”

Maybe it isn’t your time.

I fancied dancing, I loved a beat

And then I discovered my two left feet

That left me to the conga line

Maybe it’s not my time.

(Maybe it was!)

I wish you could see how well I do all these things

But the only time I do it is in my dreams.

I adored you, I made you laugh

Those things amounted to nearly a half

Half of your heart won’t make you all mine

You said it’s not our time, dear

I guess it’s not my time.