ALICIA SELBY

STACK OF LIES

You'd love me forever, that was lie number one,
I'm mad I believed you, should I go on?
The second fabrication is that you'd be true,
You're such a liar, how could I listen to you.

A stack of lies, that's what you are to me,
A stack of lies, layered vertically,
A stack of lies, standing six foot tall, tall, tall, tall.

Falsehoods and fables, that's your whole thing,
All of your stories have a familiar ring,
Pathological liars, don't know the truth.
I saw you together, so what's your excuse?

A stack of lies, that's what you are to me,
A stack of lies, layered vertically,
A stack of lies, standing six foot tall, tall, tall, tall.

Why'd I ever believe your deception?
All just subterfuge.
What I really wanted from you,
Was just the truth, truth, truth, truth!

A stack of lies, that's what you are to me,
A stack of lies, layered vertically,
A stack of lies, standing six foot tall, tall, tall, tall.

Down a dusty road he drove from Rancho del Sol,
His work day done it was time to quench his thirst,
Clinking glasses flamenco guitar filled the air,
The cantina dimly lit he sits down at this bar in Mexico.

Magdelina dances at midnight, with her turquoise skirt and jet black hair,
Castanets she clasps in her hands as she spins and swirls,
The man at the bar sits and stares, he's mesmerized by this girl.

When he raises his glass to sip, dust falls from his blue denim shirt,
Just a farm laborer on a ranch outside of town,
Turning to watch this lovely young senorita,
She's stamping her feet to the rapid rhythm.

Magdelina dances at midnight, with her turquoise skirt and jet black hair,
Castanets she clasps in her hands as she spins and swirls,
The man at the bar sits and stares, he's mesmerized by this girl.

Four thousand pesos he saved for the past three years,
In a jewelry shop just down the road,
A glass case holds a small diamond ring,
He hopes they'll marry in a chapel in the spring.

Magdelina dances at midnight, with her turquoise skirt and jet black hair,
Castanets she clasps in her hands as she spins and swirls,
The man at the bar sits and stares, he's mesmerized by this girl.
The man at the bar sits and stares, he's mesmerized by this girl.

THAT GUITAR MAN
Through a smoky haze she walked in that crowded club that night,
He sat there alone on the band stand,
His head was down and his hands gently caressed
The neck of his guitar.
At the end of the set, he stepped down and brushed by her,
She felt his deep blue eyes sinking into her soul.

That guitar man plays a melancholy song,
Ever running his fingers up and down,
She knew the moment that she heard him play,
He was going to be hers some day.

It was hot and sultry so she walked outside to catch a breeze,
Her lavender dress blew around her legs,
A match struck and lit up his face, he was standing by in the dark,
She told him "I love the way you play",
He nodded and moved closer and he whispered in her ear,
"Hey there gorgeous, we'll make beautiful music one day".

That guitar man plays a melancholy song,
Ever running his fingers up and down,
She knew the moment that she heard him play,
He was going to be hers some day.

Night after night, year after year,
While he strummed the guitar, she sang just for his ears,
They were together for fifty-three years, a loving couple, man and wife,
They made their music into a life.

That guitar man plays a melancholy song,
Ever running his fingers up and down,
She knew the moment that she heard him play,
He was going to be hers some day.
He was going to be hers some day.

RODEO DRIVE

Stepped off the plane in LA, it's no city of angels, but that's okay,
Cabbie please, I want to go to shop at a place called Rodeo,
It's time to buy my momma a birthday surprise from Beverly Hills.
Yes miss, get in my ride, but out here, it's called Rodeo Drive.

Who in the world really buys this stuff?
Doctors, lawyers, rock stars and such,
Limos drive up, chauffeurs get out,
Wearing black suits and ties,
They open car doors for little blond girls
With pony tails, holy jeans and big blue eyes,
So I am calling you live, oh my, from Rodeo Drive.
I am calling you live, from Rodeo Drive.

Walking around, three short blocks, Gucci, Guess and designer shops,
Eight hundred dollar sweaters, twelve hundred dollar skirts,
There's nothing here I can afford, it's all Ralph Lauren or Christian Dior
So I sat down on a bench outside and called my mom saying, hey, it's me.

Who in the world really buys this stuff?
Doctors, lawyers, rock stars and such,
Limos drive up, chauffeurs get out,
Wearing black suits and ties,
They open car doors for little blond girls
With pony tails, holy jeans and big blue eyes,
So I am calling you live, oh my, from Rodeo Drive.
I am calling you live, from Rodeo Drive.

All the people strut down that fine boulevard,
In lovely Los Angeles,
They're too rich and too thin that's just who they are,
In lovely Los Angeles.

Who in the world really buys this stuff?
Doctors, lawyers, rock stars and such,
Limos drive up, chauffeurs get out,
Wearing black suits and ties,
They open car doors for little blond girls
With pony tails, holy jeans and big blue eyes,
So I am calling you live, oh my, from Rodeo Drive.
I am calling you live, from Rodeo Drive.

Second Cousin Once Removed

My daddy's sister, is her great aunt,
Two blond little cousins, was our fate by chance?
We're a singing branch of the family tree,
She sang the lead, I was her harmony.

Removed by a generation,
Removed from the acclaim,
A second cousin once removed.
A second cousin once removed.

A rising star, wearing Cinderella shoes,
The clock strikes midnight, her wish has come true.
Distinctly different styles and voices,
Two separate lives, so many tough choices.

Removed by a generation,
Removed from the acclaim,
A second cousin once removed.
A second cousin once removed.

She strolls out to the footlights,
Draped in her shimmering gown,
Her voice really resonates tonight,
I sit in the front row, hoping she will look down.

Removed by a generation,
Removed from the acclaim,
A second cousin once removed.
A second cousin once removed.

(Repeat to fade)

THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE

You read it, in all of the papers,
You watch it, on your flat screen,
That gala night, oscar is coming,
See glamorous women in one-shouldered gowns,
All their ivory towers crashing down.
Walking like little gold statues, on crimson red carpets.

The beautiful people sitting in a row, just waiting for their cue,
The beautiful people, a game of just pretend, they haven't got a clue.
The big moment's here, a seal is broken, the envelope opens,
And the winner is you.

There's no awards, for raising a family or
Working at a tough job all day,
For loving your spouse, or adoring your children,
You're like an actor without any script,
You're authentic, isn't it a trip?
For your daily encore performance,
You deserve an academy award.

The beautiful people sitting in a row, just waiting for their cue,
The beautiful people, a game of just pretend, they haven't got a clue.
The big moment's here, a seal is broken, the envelope opens,
And the winner is you.