714 Lyrics Book Ii: Until Death Do Us Part

By One Girl Inc.

LYRICS FOR ALL TIMES.
TIME REVEALS / TIME HEALS

Being is best felt in a song.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Mar 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469762005

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CONTENTS

LOVELY LOUISE

Yellow MGB

Within The Quivering Line

Lavender Blue

Fed, Fucked and Miserable

Drama Queen of the Bucket

So don’t hang up

Imagine This

Fleecing Me

Darkness

Flow On

God’s Cauldron

A Grail so to speak I have found one.

Angels And Devils (Badminton Over Me)

To play over again Adding Up

(Lying To Myself)

A River Needs Strong Banks

Crazy Life

Thinking Hard

Softly Coming

Teasing Time Again

Blue Lightning

Amazing Blue

The Way Of Flowers

The Weaving Room

A Long Love To Make

Until Forever

Tropic of Cancer (Tribute to Miller)

done george jones style

Traveling Down These Roads

Karma To Burn

Yo-Yo Love

Pretty Boy Mean

Baby’s Done Gone

Bronco Looking Fun

Black Belt in Real

(Leaving is What You Do)

Sure I Do Sure I Don’t

(A Round Tuit)

Misty Morning

Missing You

How Heavy That Call (House Call)

Sleepy Train Long

Cryin Corner’s

House of Mirrors

Eternal Orchid

Eternal Dove

Love’s Engine

Time Took My Heart Away

Weary Heart Badge

Too Long to Make

Buddha Bells (tribute to Fern Gully

and true Jamaican Winds)

Twilight

Griffins, Dolphins and Ouborous

A Dollar Bill Never Hugged No One

Diamonds in my Eyes

Diamonds in my Eyes Version 2

Twilight V2

Wishy Washy Ways A Heart Don’t Make

Can I Believe

I’m not okay with you

Avalanche

Blue Moon

Love Without Hands

Belief Walking Free

How Can I Find Comfort

You Have Oned Me Now

Visited By Firefly’s

Twelve Disciples

Tablecloths and Spoons

No I Don’t

AQUA Velva Man

I Saw A Vanishing

Oh Sin and Sorrow

Dumb Deaf and Cute

Nilly Silly

My TV GUIDE

A Hymn of Thanks To The Trinity

What Will Please

Come Holy Prophet

Take Aim My Destiny

MONKEY

WHY ARE YOU STILL ON MY BACK

In Our Simple life

No More Perfect People

Ripple Creek Fudge Marble Roll

I Want My Life Back

What Not’s Rocks of Love

The Confidence Man

A Strange Turn Of The Real

Hit By Hit

DEDICATION 01.04.03

Echoes in A Cave

The Way of Flowers

Fortunes

Action Figure Hero (Sirens)

Action Figure Hero (Sirens)

RIVER

Mean Streak

Weaving Room

Weaving Room (2)

White Malibu

White Malibu (Expanded)

We Bicker Love Away

Count To Two (2)

Talking To My Baby (take 2)

Talking To My Baby

Trip On the Ocean

Trip On the Ocean

Amazing Blue (2)

Misty Morning (2)

Misty Morning (expanded)

Wider Blue Yonder

(True Love Boomerang)

OVER TIME, and looking back . . .

SCOUT

LIFE IS LONG

Black HOLE SCRATCH

special methods

light inside

(i wrote this song at 16 for Jason)

hail america

rainbows

traveling down

(version as if god speaks)

larvael life

remembrance

i went to the mirror

cinderella’s blush

she slinks in blue

21 march 1985

hyper active reactive

hard core status

baby’s breath

inner tension

blue sky

images and daffodils

cleopatra

smolder

circles coming down the line

curious

hell travels down

eggy batter/meaty vagina/hell travels down

Hell travels down PAINTING SERIES

respect no old sins

The wings of uniqueness fly

technicolor horror

g. o. d. : generative operative destruction

embalming words

embalming words 2

calendar daze Mournings oct 3 1994-oct 3 1995

heart songs

Meaty Vagina

Measure for Measure

Indifferent

(Cut What Kills : Rule 1 of Survival)

POINT OF VIEW

Thoughts Fall Free

No Talk and Tell

God’s Cauldron :

A grail so to speak I have found one.

Stringing Pearls

The Lonely Willow

(Life is Long Circle on)

Angels and Devils (Badminton over ME)

Tribute to Carl Jung and authentication

Catching Up

Cover Up (Lying To Myself Again)

Crazy Life

Adding Up

Paradise is Ours

Waves Break at the Sea

Tell It To The Wind

Feeling Weak

Fighting Words

Our Pictures

Moving Away

Hollow Heart

Play Easy

More Thorn Than Rose

Loves Lattice

Spanish Moss

Silence

Troubled Hearts

Mean Streak

Understand This

I’m An Alien

Pretty Boy Mean

I’m Too Modern To Fall In Love

(For Tim Monroe) 01.24.2012

Wild Child 11.10.02

Fly Buddha Child

Winding Road

Blackest Night

Of The Heart

(Against Your Will)

PROMISES 01.04.06

Made by TV

CALL GIRL

Dylan in Battle Gear

Of Man’s Seed

Softness Given

(An Ode to the Wind)

Promises V2

Glitter with the Dust

You’re Gone

Listen to Life

Whine and Dine

Tit for Tat

Count to Two

Air Golf Baby

The Highway Clouds Roll Out Over

Dig to China

Talking To My Baby

Sit You Down Honey

Legs to Timbuktu

SHORT STOP STOPPIN

Trip On The Ocean

Carrying On

Don’t Go Changing Anything

A Sequined Life

Soft Spot for You

Are You Feeling That

The Intimate Yell

Echoes in a Cave

Mean Streak

Trailer Trash Cash

Monkey Wrench

My Hurtin’ Hands (if for boys)

Siren’ Wailing

(Action Figure Hero)

Small Matters

My Blueberry

Love’s Black Eye

Jumpin’ln

Getting Out

Let it Go

Sleep On

Pass Over

Just Be Thee

Wider Blue Yonder

Too Strong To Ever

One Injunction A Way

Owing the World

Make-Believe World

Charleston

Palms Play Silent

Cool to the Touch

We Bicker Love Away

Top Heavy

Wide Body

Leveling

Take Five Off Me

This White Dress

Normal

Nowise Nausea

Moral Demise

Projection of You On Me

LOVEMAGNET

An Earth Radiance Ethereal

Coming’ To Meet In The Offering

My Liberty

Riddle This

Blue Paint Forever

HOPE HOLDS HIGH HOPE HOLDS IT

Sand, Rocks and Devils

(with an apology to Zachary)

Sand, Rocks and Devils II

(with a tribute to Zachary )

BECAUSE OF YOU

Love Knots

Walking’

The Rain

I won’t But I want

Pulling Freight

A Miracle

Walking Double

Hating It Hating Me

Dead Ringers

Artist

Jonah was wrong

No way but in:

No exit

School of Surf

Love Notes to Home

Primordial Seas

Tanka* : Snail Hope

Roots

Speak Love Softly

The vein that feeds me bleeds me

Angels Sail Their Laundry

Angels Sail Their Laundry: Haiku

Sunrise

The Jeering Crowd

Tripglyph Odalisque

RED SCRATCH

SoBE Scapes

The Guides

Deluvian Delight Series

The Fish Hat

The Bitter Fruits

The Light Within

Story by Deborah Desilets

The Noarks

By Deborah Desilets

Oh, Katrina

Installation Miami Beach,

15th Street Courtyard

BABY WOLF

March 2006 for Javi

Pillow + BLANKET NOTES

Let My Shoulder be your Pillow

Garden of My Heart

ALONE TONIGHT

DREAM

DREAM

LOVELY LOUISE

MY DARLING

I’ll Come To You

My Heart Just Said Hello

BECAUSE OF YOU

BECAUSE OF YOU

MY FATHER

A Hymn of Thanks to the Trinity

SPIRITUAL BIRTH IN LOVE

SUNFLOWER

4 May 2000

3 Mai 2000

4 mai 2000

5 Mai 2000

6 Mai 2000

7 Mai 2000

8 Mai 2000

8 May 2000

9 Mai 2000

9 May 2000

May 4, 2000

May 4 2000

4 May 2000

5 may 2000

What is literature but the expression of moods by the

vehicle of symbol and incident? And are there not moods which need

heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland for their expression, no less

than this dilapidated earth? Nay, are there not moods which shall find

no expression unless there be men who dare to mix heaven, hell,

purgatory, and faeryland together, or even to set the heads of beasts

to the bodies of men, or to thrust the souls of men into the heart of

rocks? Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey

the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is

true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.

—Yeats

"To accomplish great things, we must not only act,

but also dream; not only plan, but also believe."

—Anatole France

Once upon a time there was a young princess, a queen to be, who dreamt in abstracts

while she played in concretes. She saw the world full of God’s playthings.

They died each one and left behind things;

play things making things for God

to remember them by

and to play with

when lonely.

She was sure she could make for herself

all those fabulous things

she saw while she dreamed.

So she used

her head her heart and her hands to guide her in their making.

In this way God played with her dreams.

Dedicated to Jason, Quinn and Zachary

For Meme and Pepe,

714 is dead. Long live 714.

IN REMEMBRANCE

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Mom’s favorite tree was the family tree.

Dad once planted an orchard that never grew. Here my sister would raise her family.

He would say God had a different tree in mind.

The heart has many secrets better left untold. Muriel Desilets

UNTIL DEATH DO US PART

Book I and Book II

At 714,

Harvey built our family home.

It took my father nine years to build a fence

that never held me in any way.

But deep within me lives that place, that swamp,

those larvael years and day dreaming.

Nov 8, 2001

My Musings Today

Music can save some people. It saved dad once. I thought OK. It could save him again.

After mom died it seemed right minded to take a chance on sound.

I’d wind up risking more than time, money and my love life.

I’d risked losing what I really loved above all else, my dad.

I started out one night in search of a guitarist. Just as on Oct 3, 1994 back from Glenn’s funeral I heard his voice so loud: get your puss-wa out of bed!, tonight was no different, except I heard another cry: Get a guitarist. I would meet Javier Garcia that night and find in me the courage to record three of dad’s songs. This was the beginning. Humble and deep there was a gravitas to the sound.

I was in.

Yet, I would never be an insider.

No. Too many crossed paths had broken my dreams as a singer for my generation.

I was modern, Mom would say. I was destined to be the observer. For what good was this distance? Yes, these eyes that saw shadows set in time: such distance! Mom was an anchor, Dad was the chain. Both held one another to the edge of the Void. All their conventional wisdom wouldn’t change my mind; I wasn’t going to marry into their brand of domestic bliss either. Yet, I am vicariously in their marriage: Their loyalty anchored my fidelity to them as a daughter. It tuned and turned me to this rightness: they had their own channel.

Now what? Death removed the magic: the overflowing connection of love so ill-logical. It was too late for me to return; too late for dew-eyed love with siblings. As my parents though they held a special claim on my heart. Reduced to a study in a song I could manage to sing it. It wouldn’t save Mom; Dad either. But I could save myself. There was nothing of worldly value, prized art or overly beautiful objects in our home; but she was beautiful. He was sublime. They were stars in a constellation of their own. And universes don’t have to justify themselves.

They don’t make handkerchiefs for these, their kind of tears. Oh and I’d cry. Hell, I’m sure we all cried. The loss of mother was a singular, instantaneous shatter in the rose colored glasses.

Now, all delusions were off. As well all bets.

714 was dead. Long live 714. May her memory be a blessing.

Let the porch be torn down; let the physical house be destroyed.

Let the roaches win. I had the music.

A SHORT BIO IN CLIFF NOTES, Each line a story to tell yet.

it is somewhere in the lyric mix.

ADOPT A COUNTRY SINGER

HEALING SONGS

Not musical technique, but emotional vitality would be my measure if a song staid.

ABOUT the MUSICAL MUSES IN MY LIFE… AS FOLLOWS My short encounters in music: 1958-2002

Childhood with Music

Blessed Sacrament Singing

Neighbor singing

Father singing: 3 Girls singing for Dad Country/Religious/Lawrence

Welk/Ed Sullivan/ Music/R&8/Radio/Mom and Dad in Choir singing

Valerie Stone/Jeanette Hadi/Charlie Harvey 6-13 BSS

1965 Ricky Revell and Charles his Cousin

1970 Neil and Aubrey

1972Frank GoldenlTim Monroe/Jim Ballard/Bill McCloskey

1973 Steve Wright ELECTRIC

1975 Kenny BelL ACOUSTIC

1977 Rick Ferrall/Bill Sabella JAZZ FUSION:WEATHER REPORT/Flora Purim

Brain Eno: Tangerine Dream: Harold Budd

David Hollister/Frank COUNTRY

Alan Wolfe: VIOLIN TRAILER MUSIC SESSIONS

Velma Frye:WAKULLA BAND Lucy Beattie

Melinda Trucks at 109 College Painting: Butch Trucks: ALLMAN BROTHERS

1983 Claudia Bucher and George the WAREHOUSE: Sonic Youth/John

Giorno/Laurie Anderson

Paul Suhor; DRUMMER

Hal Shows: LEAD GUITARIST Persian Gulf/Government Cheese 19oJ

1985 Steven Diamond CLASSICAL PIANO 8 hours a day…

Musical interests + HISTORY OF MUSIC BEGAN / CLASSICAL AND MODERN

Cindi Lauper/MADONNA

1991-3 DASH STUDENTS all music focus on electronic

DAVID CROSBY LIVED IN JOANIE’S HOUSE WHERE I LIVED in COCONUT GROVE

GORDON GROVES : HOWLIN’ WOLF + SAMUEL JOHNSON BLUES MUSIC

1994 JAZZ MUSIC FOR PARTY

1995 Writing and Walkin Glenn’s Song

Bob Weinstock: JAZZ

Morris Lapidus OPERA

Larry Rivers: JAZZ

Collette Miller GWAR Splatter Rock

1999 BARROOM/OJ AND DANCE + TRANCE + CALDERONE

2001 COUNTRY ROOTS MUSIC

Dad/Stan Kellam: Jimmy Buffet

Young Loncheik

2002 BEGAN COUNTRY SONG WRITING/RECORDS w/Young Loncheik

ONE GIRL INC named for publishing Music, may 13 inc.

Oct with Dad songs, by 10.10.04 released

Nov 6-Dec 6 2001 ZACH’S MUST HAVE BEEN GOD’S PLAN/12 songs for XMAS

Dec 27-2001-Jan joined ASCAP

January 6 ALL DAD’S DONE. working on CD #1

Feb 6-13, 2002 CD #1 21 SONGS COMPLETED

FEB 21ST GARDEN OF MY HEART

Mar 9, 2002 CD #2 16 SONGS COMPLETED

April 9, 2002 CD #3 14 SONGS COMPLETED

APRIL 18 BOX SET OF 3 CD’S DONE

April 29, 2002 4 songs

May 7, 2002 CD #418 SONGS COMPLETED

MA Y 12, 2002 4TH CD ART DONE

May 22 3 songs… . to YB in New York…

Sept 9, 2005 Oh Katrina! Last Song Set with YB.

+++ Many more albums 2003-2004-2005-2006-2007-2008-2009-2010-2011+2012

Photos to show NO HERO IN HEROIN

OUTWARD BOUND… finally the music is for the healing it was intended. A start. http://addictionandart.org/video01.html

40 ALBUMS + 1470+ songs from a collection of over 4000 pages of writing 2001-2011.

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LOVELY LOUISE

In love I thought I n’evr would fall

Past by my eyes could see

Until that day that I met you

Beneath the Willow Tree

There you stood by the side of the willow

Your hair blown back by the breeze

The glow in your eyes revealing

The sweetness of lovely Louise

Love me Forever never to part

Love me forever

And I’ll be yours sweetheart

At night while the firelight glowing

Discloses your presence so near

I know in my heart overflowing

It’s your love I’ve chosen so dear

Love me forever never to part

Love me forever

And I’ll be yours sweetheart

As we strolled by the banks of the river

The whisper off your lips telling me

The joys that we now share together

Will last like the wind blowing free.

Love me forever never to part

Love me forever

And I’ll be yours sweetheart

Yes Love me forever never to part

Love me forever and I’ll Give you my heart

Yellow MGB

My best friend wished she was me

My best friend wanted my everything

But when it came down to you and me

Who knew my best friend would get that too.

My best friends Yellow MGB

My momma wouldn’t buy for me

Would be the death of you and me

Baby you painted my heart blue

That day I heard my best friend say

She got you too.

I learned just how low life could be

In my best friends Yellow MGB

When she cooed how did I sleep at night

I knew she’d been wooing my baby in plain sight

Her coal black eyes, her cold black heart

Put a black pale on that day we’d part

Those blurry white lines pointed the way we flew

Down the blackest road coming home to you

My best friends Yellow MGB

My momma wouldn’t buy for me

Would be the death of you and me

Baby you painted my heart blue

That day my best friend

Cooed she had you too.

My best friend broke my heart

A long ride ago in that Yellow MGB

My momma wouldn’t buy for me

My momma wouldn’t buy for me

Within The Quivering Line

02.08.02

Seems I’ve got this wisdom

To see into some other world

And the one where I’ve been living

Is a closed door

Looking like a chapel

In the far off line

That waves

Goodbye

Looking like a steeples gate

Or like a huge celestial star

There’s a quivering line on the horizon

There’s a quivering line on my lips

As I try to part them to describe

All this magnificence

If it’s a mirage I’m walking through

I’ve got to see this through

Ain’t no greater lights I’ve seen on earth

This I’m telling you

This I’m telling true

You who

I tell you I see it coming

Looking just like a mirage

It looks like I’m sitting out on a lighted hill

I’m walking toward that still still place

I see within the quivering line

I see within the quivering line

I see within the quivering line

Oh I see within the quivering line

They call that eternity

And I’ll claim that as mine

I see within the quivering line

I see within the quivering line

I see within the moving line

Oh I see within the quivering line

Line Line Line Line

Oh quivering line

Line Line

The quivering line

Lavender Blue

Oh baby just now I looked at you

From across those bottles and cigarettes

I turned in time to see your blue eyes

Tum a smoky lavender hue.

Just in time I saw and everyone else did too

You’re on a meltdown honey

You’re falling in love It’s true

But while I’m sitting there for waiting

For you you you know it’s true

I’m watching while you’re a chasing this one down

While chasing all the others up too

There will never be enough pleasure

To stomp out the self hate you feel

You’re my baby and a love shifting meltdown mix

Don’t fit right on you

It’s got your blues eyes

Moving from gray to lavender blue

Your hearts into stormy weather

Happy endings aren’t your thing

You’ll break a happy thing or two

Fueled with your insecurity

Just in time I saw and everyone else did too

You’re on a meltdown honey

You’re falling in love It’s true

Funny you can’t see it

You’re melting’ down for me

Seems you’re just running out

Then running back to me.

You’re complicated honey

Whose gonna figure this one out no not me

Cause honey

I’ve been through my own meltdown

So I know I’m in love with you.

Yes I’ve been through my own meltdown

I’m in love with you

Yes I’ve been through my own meltdown

I’m in love with you

Fed, Fucked and Miserable

She keeps me fed, fucked and miserable

Cause I’m a miserable man

I can’t take a good thing

Coming from a woman’s hand

Never could nor never would

Weaken my selfish self that way

So I’m fed fucked and miserable

I don’t know any other way.

Well the food is always tasteless

And the sex is never tight

My misery is looming

Each day she says it’s right

She ain’t got that kinda feel in’

That can feed a man’s hungry soul

I am just your worn out star

And you are my black hole

She keeps me fed, fucked and miserable

Cause I’m a miserable man

I can’t take a good thing

Coming from a women’s hand

Never could nor never would

Weaken my selfish self that way

So I’m fed fucked and miserable

I don’t know any other way

Yes I’m fed fucked and miserable

I don’t know any other way

Drama Queen of the Bucket

60 cans of paint for 60 ways you cry tears

That never meant anything

Except you’d get your ole damn way

One more time one more day

Tears to most mean something’s wrong

But honey you’re a drama queen to the core

You’ll whoop up a ton of tears

Too bored to try to understand

60 cans of paint for 60 ways you cry tears

That never meant anything

Except you’re getting your ole damn way

One more time one more day

60 buckets of tears

Cried on command

You’re the drama queen of the bucket

And I’ll paint each damn wall to say

Those innocent tears for you never were

And I’ll paint our home sweet home pale gray

60 cans of paint on your wall for every time

You broke my heart walking these halls

Youthful tears will win over words

Every time it seems

So I’m doomed to these ole rooms

On each wall I’ll show my gloom

How my silent teardrops fell

How you made home a living hell

Oh how my silent teardrops fell

60 cans of paint for 60 ways you cry tears

That never meant anything

Except you’d get your ole damn way

One more time

One more day

So don’t hang