Song Lyrics

Lyrics to songs by Lana Peck:

Cupcake for My Birthday

I bought a cupcake for my birthday
vanilla frosting; they’re out of chocolate
I found a candle; half a candle
the wick is burnt; hope I can get it lit
I found it way in the back of the junk drawer
must’ve saved it from a time before
a time before when I had friends

seems no one has remembered
it’s that time of year
and my birthday’s lost in December
between the holiday cheer

Oh, sad ol’ me
oh, sad ol’ me
and I’m still getting older
oh, sad ol’ me

copyright 2011, Lana Peck Music, ASCAP

Desire To Speak

he said, “You need to stop your Desire to Speak,”
“You need to stop your Desire to Speak”

Another night I’m waking up to this nightmare
a crash, a thud, and broken bottles everywhere
I watch alone here from the safety of my room
you close the door and shut me in just like a tomb

“Be good now; don’t cause no trouble”
but those words only get buried in rubble

he said, “You need to stop your Desire to Speak”
but I can’t stop my Desire to Speak

’cause if she stops speaking, I’ll start speaking
if she stays quiet I can’t stay quiet
I can’t stop my Desire to Speak

Another night, another night, this has to end
I won’t forgive by morning light, I can’t pretend
I may be young but I’ve a voice and it will grow
yeah, he’s my Dad but we’ve a choice and he must go

he said, “You need to stop your Desire to Speak”
but I won’t stop my Desire to Speak

’cause if she starts crying, you’ll be crying
if she’s not screaming, I’ll start screaming
I can’t stop my Desire to Scream

You need, you need to leave!
You need, you need to leave!

Dr. Who

{Chorus:}

He’s an alien traveling in space in a blue wooden box with a number you can’t trace
when he comes passing through let’s run away with Dr. Who

(chorus 2-first x only)
Who what’s-his-name, who what’s-his-face
you think he’s the player, the player on first base
well, clearly you don’t have a clue; you should watch Dr. Who

{Verses:}

If your planet’s in trouble or whatever be the case
the cybermen attack and your timeline is erased
he’ll know just what to do; I’d go ask Dr. Who

He’s really not a man ’cause he regenerates
he’s got two hearts that none can penetrate
many have tried to get through; to steal the hearts of Dr. Who

{Chorus}

if you meet a creature; his lips are like a squid
he holds his brain in his hand; you’d know it if you did
you have just met an Ood; I know cause I watch Dr. Who

but if you meet a Dalek, run don’t hesitate
they roll around killing humans yelling “Exterminate!”
and they may try to kill you too; just to get to Dr. Who

{Chorus}

if you see a statue of an angel, she’s not what you think
don’t turn your back, don’t look away; don’t you even Blink
she wants to suck the life out of you; aren’t you glad you watch Dr. Who

Did I mentioned Cybermen, they march around in troops
they don’t really kill you (they just take your brain & nervous system…
stick all in a metal suit
a nightmarish thing to do; it only happens on Dr. Who

{Chorus}

if you’re in a 51st century library; don’t let your shadows touch
when they melt your flesh, you won’t like it very much
if you happen to have sonic screw(driver); you might be saved by Dr. Who

there was this episode it took place in 1941
there was a dead boy stalking around with a gas mask for a face going
[spoken] “Are you my mummy? Are you my mummy?”
it’s creepy and really cool; you should watch Dr. Who

{Chorus}

Tom Baker’s cool, Davison is neat
David Tennant’s a pretty boy; Matt Smith is really sweet
no matter which one you choose; they’re all really Dr. Who

I Wish Love Had a Cushion Beneath It

I wish Love had a cushion beneath it
So when you fell in and got out again
it wouldn’t leave a bruise
Instead I’ll wear extra padding and a parachute

making my preparations en route
expecting nausea and heart palpitations
I’d pack ginger and a bag of fruit

I wish Love had a cushion beneath it
So when you fell in and got out again
it wouldn’t leave a bruise oo oo ooo

copyright 2012 Lana Peck Music, ASCAP

Monday Sunday Funday

Woke up this morning feeling pretty drained
All that weekend sun had gotten to my brain
So I called out from work with a slight migraine
Added minor stomach discomfort, best not to over-explain

Then a thought occurred to me…
Now that I have a whole day to myself…
I could make a Monday feel like a Sunday
I could make a Monday a Sunday a fun day

Then a thought occurred to me…
Now that I have a whole day to myself…
I could be tackling the list, tackling the list, tackling the list

I could be writing a new song, getting laundry done, learning Mah-jongg
I could be making scrambled eggs, shaving both my legs, knitting spider webs

But what about my Monday, my Sunday, my Funday

I should be… tackling the list, tackling the list, tackling the list

I should pay my credit card, mow the neighbor’s yard, eat a tub of lard
I should buy a Chia Pet for men I haven’t met on the internet

Hey! What about my gift card, my gift card from Amazon
I still got a gift card, a gift card from Amazon
I could buy a book about writing a new resume
After today, I may be needing one anyway

Cause I should be tackling the list, tackling the list, tackling the list
I could crumple up the list, crumple up the list, I’m getting really pissed
I could crumple up the list, that f*cking Bucket List, I’m slitting both my wrists

And after getting nothing done, not having one bit of …Fun
I can’t believe it’s already 4 o’clock
And I made a Monday feel like…a Monday
And I guess I’m gonna need a day off!

copyright 2010, Lana Peck Music (ASCAP)

Remus Lupin

King’s Cross Station between tracks 9 and 10
there were those strange people again
muttering words like potions and cauldrons
I had a notion he was one of them

I said Excuse me but I’m looking for a man
his name, like the flower, Lupin
He came into my world through some portal in a dream
then vanished before I could say…

Remus Lupin I love you. Would you ever love a Muggle?

A Muggle’s what I learned I am the day we met
the strangest day I’ll never forget
I was weeding in the garden, he yelled “block your ears!”
What he pulled out from the ground was screaming, in tears

It grew suddenly cold, I saw a silver light
he smiled, gave me chocolate, said I’d be alright
I swear I see him now and then out of the corner of my eye
when I turn to look he’s gone I don’t know why

Remus Lupin I love you. Why should finding you be such a struggle?
Remus Lupin I love him. Do you think he’d ever love a Muggle?

They turned to me kindly and said
“We really can’t say It’s best you stay away
We could give you a clue:
put an ‘E’ on the end of his last name,”
and before they disappeared I heard,
“and beware of full moons”

His eyes like a child hid behind tousled hair
hazel, I recall, with a hint of despair
whatever tortures you, no matter what they say
I’d meet you by a full moon, you see, I’m not afraid

Remus Lupin I love you. Would you ever love a Muggle?
Remus Lupin I love you. Would you ever love a Muggle?
A Muggle. A Muggle, like this Muggle loves you?

Reply From The Rain

I believe I’ll fall from the sky
looking to dance with tears from your eyes
down your face I’ll trace the sadness
as you watch raindrops fall

watching millions and millions and never catching them all
watching millions and millions and never catching them all
you’ll reach for me in the palm of your hand
maybe I’ll slip through your fingers

and you too believe

how many storms would you wait?
red and blue skies sailing by
moons and suns and the stars and
every one I’d soon know so well
you said you would wait

watching millions and millions and never catching them all
watching millions and millions and never catching them all
you’ll reach for me in the palm of your hand
maybe I’ll slip through your fingers

Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day
3 feet of snow melting slow, well at least it’s sunny
this year I’m alone; nowhere to go
gonna throw on my winter suit and insulated boots
and make me that snow man
No, snow woman, snow goddess, Venus of Wilendorf outa compacted snow right under my window so she smiles up at me
ignoring the thought that she’ll just melt away; why bother anyway
Don’t care if she’s lop-sided or not perfectly round
the joy’s in the making
and taking this time just for me

Hearing my neighbor as he labors with his snow plow
I’ll grab my shovel and I’ll be a rebel by not clearing my driveway; I’ll trek out to the backyard and dig me a hole
so I can sit on the earth, smell the mud and the worms
waiting for Spring as hopeful as me
recharging my soul like a rechargable double A battery
staring up at clouds floating by
I’m melting with the snow
knowing this time’s just for me

Listen you squirrel, squawk away
I’m too near your bird feed,
it’s my patch of snow, so just let it go
you’ll have to come back later on
or chill out in your tree
though, you’re noisy a bit I’ll admit you’re kinda cute
it wouldn’t be the same if you were mute
but I bet if you really could speak you would be saying Happiness is kinda like bird seed; it’s there for the taking and I’m taking this time just for me
so, Happy Valentine’s Day to me, to me

© 2011, Lana Peck Music, ASCAP

Up So High 

He covered me with kisses then he stripped me down with shame
told me just how wrong I am and how I am to blame
can’t escape that vicious mantra clinging to his arms
or the madness longing for his sex and all his charms

and I was Up So High that I fell down so low
and when I’m Up So High I lose my senses, don’t you know
and now I’m down so low feel like I could die
and when I’m down so low I never know which way to go

looking for a lover for my fix of happiness
if it isn’t here with him how could Heaven ever exist
searching for approval in any stranger’s eyes
with any promises of love in between the lies

and I was Up So High that I fell down so low
and when I’m Up So High I lose my senses, don’t you know
and now I’m down so low feel like I could die
and when I’m down so low I never know which way to go

Well, I’m not sorry, though
I’m not sorry, no
I’m still learning, yeah
I’m still learning to let go

The Way He Moves (by L. Peck & T. Dest)

key of Dm (4 bar intro)

The way he moves
oh so easy ‘cross the floor The way he moves
she’s so easy in his arms and with his charms
he’ll sweep her off her feet

The way he moves
oo, he doesn’t miss a beat ‘cept my beating heart he’ll be missing me
and the way he moves
the way he moves me

(12 bar solo)

The way he moves
far, far away from here
and here I’ll stay
far, far across the floor
see the way he moves
the way he moves away from me

Don’t you feel sorry for me
no, no
‘cause given my chance
that’s how my man’s gonna dance with me
The Way He Moves

(Willow) When (If) You Call My Name

Moonlight paints the hallway floor
I pull your pillow beside me
when I wake I’ll have dreamed you were still
curled up right here beside me

Night mimics the sound of your voice
mocking me hoping that I will fall
I turn ’round and I swear you’re near
but it’s shadows of trees dancing on the wall

Well I know by rights I should make it alone here without you
but I know tonight I will never feel home here without you

Willow, if you’d call my name I would run through a flame to be there with you (2x)

Your spirit is wandering here
wanting the way that it used to be
but it’s useless I fear
I light a candle and set you free

Well I know by rights I should make it alone here without you
but I know tonight I will never feel home here without you

Willow, if you’d call my name I would run through a flame to be there with you (2x)

and when I can run no more
mourning will call me to follow you
and then I will find your grave
and there I will lay down beside you

 

Why Didn’t We Fly Away (Fly Boy)

I remember the nights with you were sweeter in the morning
I remember the days we flew; they left me with such longing

We took a nosedive; we were flying in circles, yeah
was there ever a flight plan in our minds?

Why Didn’t We Fly Away ‘stead of another touch ‘n’ go
Why Didn’t We Fly Away, so far away

I don’t wanna regret the past; you’ll always be my Fly Boy
(but I’m) holding out for a love that lasts longer than some child’s toy

Sometimes I forget; sometimes it’s just loneliness
sometimes I remember and I cry

Why Didn’t We Fly Away ‘stead of another touch ‘n’ go
Why Didn’t We Fly Away, so far away

Still searching the sky; holding onto some promises
holding onto some dream that can’t be mine…Why?!

…Didn’t We Fly Away ‘stead of another touch ‘n’ go
Why Didn’t We Fly Away, so far away

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