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Big Dumb Guy

Performed on The Late Show with David Letterman

Liner Notes

Thanks: To everyone at Arista Records - past, present and future - especially.... Clive Davis, Charles Goldstuck, Ken Levy, Tom Corson, Richard Palmese, Jordon Katz, Steve Bartels, Caroly Wright, Julie Swidler, Matt Walden, Keith Naftaly, Adam Sexton, George Levendis, Adam Lowenberg, Margery Greenspan, Laura Swanson, Mark Young, Soraya Akhavi, Rose Gross-Marino, Rob Schneck, A. J. Benson, John Conroy, Rachel Stein, Brooke Lanier.

Special thanks to: Dave Amlen, Simon Andrews, Joe Armstrong, Eric Bazilian, Edward Beck, Barry Bongiovi, Chris Bubacz, Clayton Bushong, Gary Chester, Maria Egan, Lyndsay Famariss, John Forte, Frank Garfi, Arlene Graff, Marvin Hamlisch, David Hodge, J.T.K., Trish Kubal, Wendy Laister, Lawrence Manchester, Manny's Music, Larry Norton, Obie O'Brien, Liam O'Maonlai, Jimmy Parr, Evelyn Pons, The Residents of Chip Chop Hall, Safe and Sound, Anthony Savini, Howard Siegel, Michelle Smelser, Ken Starr, Tamara Weiss, Strauss Zelnick, and my family Sally, Ben & Jim, Richard, Andrea, Joey, Lucy & Peter.

For more than half my life I've been hearing "the voice" from the control booth saying, "try that phrase again," "a little closer to the mic," "more feeling in the second line of the chorus," "remember what you were thinking when you wrote it," and the sweet somethings that producers say in your earphones when you're doing vocals. This time I did my vocals by myself. Or so I thought. In the bedroom. Sally's old bedroom, that I converted into a modest studio. I thought I'd be alone in there. It was soon evident that I was alone only in body. Richard Perry was there. Paul Samwell-Smith was there. Arif Mardin, Mike Mainieri, Jimmy Webb, Eddie Kramer, Ted Templeman, Russ Titelman, and, of course, Frank Filipetti. They all came back. Sometimes as a group, most often individually - saying the same things as before...."you can put a little more energy in that phrase, or is it too late? Why not have a nice warm bath and a cup of tea Carl....,Carlsbad....,Carlsgood....,Carls.....,Carlings....,Carly. Well, maybe one more take." To all the producers, past and present, I thank you all for being with me on the bedroom tapes.

Credits

Release Date: May 16, 2000
Label: Arista Records
Album Billboard Peak: #90

Single (Our Affair) Billboard Hot 100 Peak: #n/a - Adult Contemporary:#n/a

Produced by: Carly Simon with David Field & Frank Filipetti except "In Honor of You (George)": Teese Gohl
Mixed by: Frank Filipetti
Production Supervisor & Contractor: Jill Dell'Abate
All Orchestra sessions Arranged & Conducted by: Teese Gohl

Studios: The bedroom and the play-barn on Martha's Vineyard, Sonic Brothers on MV, Right Track Recording NYC, Sound on Sound NYC, Edison Recording Studios NYC
Mastered by: Mark Wilder at Sony Studios in New York
Recording Engineers: Carly Simon, Frank Filipetti, Jimmy Parr, Ed Tuton
Assistant Engineers: Andrew Fellus, Max Feldman, Jason Stasium

Home Studio Setup: Bobby Eichorn, Jimmy Parr, Peter Moshay
Cooking: Friezella Heath, Liz Doon, Laura Silber

The Rankin Sisters appear courtesy of EMI Music Canada

A&R: Keith Naftaly
Management: Wendy Laister, Abe Hoch for Magus Entertainment
Carly Simon Assistant & Imperative Representative: Robin Mathiesen
Legal Representation: Howard Siegel
Business Management: Ken Starr, Arlene Graff, Evelyn Pons

Album Art Direction: Ken Levy, Margery Greenspan
Photography: Bob Gothard
Booklet Back Cover Photo: Robin Mathiesen

Our Affair
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

What a perfect night
Secrets lights up the sky
Like fireflies do
There’s nothing but a silky hope
That old opiate
Between me and you

Don’t look now
We’re just about there
We’re just one little breath away
From our affair
From our affair

Don’t move too fast
Don’t run scared
We’re just one surrender away
From our affair

Don’t you feel like
You’re coming down with something
Some great fancy flu
Don’t you feel like you’re
Coming down with me
And it doesn’t get sicker than you

Don’t you feel like this is the really good part
Where it’s still up in the air
The perfect romance is never
Stated or sated, deflated or fair

Don’t admit it yet
And don’t stop saying your prayers
We’re just one little heartbeat away
From our affair
From our affair

There’s a light in my window
And a little red ladybug in my hair
Just one turn down an empty street
Away, away, away
From our affair
From our affair

There’s a white-hot desire
Of which I am pleasantly aware
Just one more "wait a minute baby"
Away, away, away, away
From our affair
From our affair
From our affair

Carly Simon: Electric & Acoustic Guitars / Keyboards / Percussion / Background vocals
Stuart Kimball: Electric & Acoustic Guitars
T-Bone Wolk: Bass
Steve Gadd: Drums

© 2000 C'est Music ASCAP
So Many Stars
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

Maybe I didn´t love you
As I turn onto Union Square
Maybe I didn´t love you
As I slip my token into the turnstile
Maybe I only need to think about the past
You can understand
As I wedge myself between two boom-box boys
On the A train

Maybe I don´t love you now
As I check out a brand new stove
Walking by a kitchen-wares store on Lex
Maybe I just needed to love
Anyone at all

Maybe I won´t ever love you again
As I walk into Manny´s for some strings
Maybe we won´t ever be friends

Could I have needed to love the dark
As I try to avoid a jakey on Broome
Could I have conjured you
On imaginary avenues

Well maybe I need to merge with the all
As I stare at the sunset over the Hudson
And there you´d become one of
So many stars

What if I couldn´t tell you apart
What if I couldn´t pick out your face
What if I didn´t love you
Didn´t love you
There are so many stars

What if I couldn´t pick out your face
Or find your hands
There are so many stars

What if I didn´t love you
But what if I do
How will I know
What will you do
When I find you
There are so many stars

What if you´re out there
And I just didn´t see you
I could lose you just like that
Maybe forever
There are so many stars
So many stars
There are so many stars
There are so many stars

Carly Simon: Guitar / Keyboard bass / Drum Programming / Background vocals
Peter Calo: Rhythm acoustic guitar
T-Bone Wolk: Bass
Steve Gadd: Drums
Liam O'Maonlai, The Rankin Sisters: Background vocals & vocal solos on outro

© 2000 C'est Music ASCAP

Big Dumb Guy
Lyrics by: Carly Simon
Music by: Carly Simon, T-Bone Wolk, Larry Ciancia, Jessie Farrow

So many tech-heads
Recent invasion
I stretch out my long legs
And I kick away the mouse pad, baby

Amazon, eBay, Oracle, he say
He promise a freebee
But he´s such a pokey little guy
Wait, I hear big footsteps
Thud, thumping out of the past
That big dumb guy is here at last
That big dumb guy is here at last

Cyberman lights up
But mostly he floppy
Computer man crashes
He´s so humpty dumpty, baby
Now he tries this experiment
Though he knows it´s so low-tech
He tries patting his forehead
While he´s rub, rub, rubbing my stomach, baby

But he can´t do it, can he?
No, no he can´t do that at all
But wait, I hear big footsteps
Thud, thumbing out of the past
Sure enough, that big dumb guy
Is here at last
That big dumb guy is here at last
Big papa bear

Maybe you can remember
It wasn´t that long ago
When you dialed a number
You got a living, breathing human being
On the telephone

Don´t want nothing to do
But just study the skin on your face
I want to look up at the sky
And watch the sunset
With someone like you

Wait, I hear big footsteps
Thud, thumbing out of the past
That big dumb guy is here at last
That big dumb guy is here at last
That big dumb guy is here, he's here

In fact he´s brought his
big raccoon coat with him
And he doesn´t even know it´s
politically incorrect

That big dumb guy is here at last
I see him now walking toward me
Let´s get it on with your big bad self

Get it on babe, Get it on babe
Get it on babe, Get it on babe
That big dumb guy is here at last
Big, big, big, big, big
Big dumb guy
Oh, ha - smartest guy
I ever knew yeah
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
kiss me, kiss me now
If feels so good

I don´t want to have to go into those chat rooms anymore
I don´t want to see that pinwheel go round
and around and around
Every time I try to open any window
Hold me, you big dumb guy
You smart guy

Carly Simon: Drum programming / Assorted percussion & conga
Michael Lockwood: Electric guitar
T-Bone Wolk: Electric & acoustic guitars / Bass / Piano / Dobro
Larry Ciancia: Drums
Ben Taylor, John Forte: Background vocals

© 2000 C'est Music ASCAP/Say See Bone Music BMI/Earth Boy ASCAP/Universal Music BMI
Scar
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

A grey day in February
Some flecks of white, but mostly brown
Purple surprises riding in on a nerve
Begins to excite you before it settles down

It´s after the knives and the sutures and needles
I´m left with an arrow that points at my heart

I call it the seat of my sentimental sorrow
Gone seems to be one of the sum of my parts

And the night is cold
As the coldest nights are
There´s a wise woman
She comes from an evening star
She says: Look for the signs
You won´t have to look far
Lead with your spirit and follow
Follow your scar

A man I knew once said he wanted to see me
I said I´d been sick but was on the mend
I told him a few of the overall details
He said: That´s too bad
And he´s never called me again

What a gift in disguise that poor little puppy
So scared of misfortune and always on guard
A big man will love you
Even more when you´re hurtin´
And a really big man
Loves a really good scar

Cause the dawn breaks
And it´s breaking your heart
There´s a wise woman
She sits at the end of the bar
She says: Look for the signs
You won´t have to look far
Lead with your spirit and follow
Follow your scar

A grey day in February
Some flecks of white, but mostly brown
The world has tilted but
The world has expanded
And the world has turned
My world upside down

Cause the night is warm and all full of stars
There´s a wise woman
She´s moved right into my heart
She says: Look for the signs
You won´t have to look far
Lead with your spirit and follow
Follow
Follow your scar

English translation of Gaelic:

Run with the red deer
And sing with the wind
The magic lasts
And meaning will follow
The scar is God given
As a sign for your life
Strength from your ancestors
And through your own mouth
Strength from memory
Like a tree on the wind
Show me your scar
And I will make it better

Carly Simon: Acoustic Guitar / Keyboards / Percussion / Background vocals
Michael Lockwood: Electric & Acoustic Guitars
Liam O'Maonlai: Balron / Flute / Background vocals / Vocal solo
The Rankin Sisters: Background Vocals

© 2000 C'est Music ASCAP

Cross The River
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

A hot cloud was hangin’ around
We were a rowdy crowd
Drinkin’ beer and smokin´ at the end of the pier
Danny was shufflin´ through a magazine
Clippin´out pictures of a car
To get us out of here

Laura was hounding him to get a bike
Warning him the time was now
Or he´d be out on his ear, she’d disappear

If only we could cross the river
We could get a jump-start on life
The whispers across the Hudson
Grow louder in our ears
Louder in our ears every night

We were all somewhat out of school
Jersey by birth, relaxing but not on a holiday
An appalling amount of time spent at the mall
Not a tragedy, but not exactly the Milky Way

Looking for a bigger laugh, a better store,
A cutter guy, a shorter working day, better pay

If only we could cross the river
We couldn´t get a jump-start on life
The whispers across the Hudson
Grow louder in our ears
Louder in our ears
Louder in our ears every night

When Laura and Danny broke up
She set her sights on Billy Stone
Well, I had just split from Jonathan
So by chance, I was all alone
Danny and I got along so well
We spent hours on the phone
Just talkin´on the phone

When I was twenty and crazy as a joke
I went to bed with a broker
When I was broke
I got used to doormen and limousines
And Christmas cards from friends signed by a machine
And woman, they were calling me "Ma´am"
As they cleaned up after me

If only we could cross the river
But something is holding us back
A way of life that´s too familiar
Like the lines are to the railroad track

If only we could cross the river
We could get a jump-start on life
The whispers across the Hudson
Grow louder in our ears
Louder in our ears every night

Dear Laura, I know it´s been years
Since I crossed the bridge back to the Palisades
How are your kids?
Mine are both swell little fellas
Here are some clippings of me and Brad
At a charity ball and a White House sup
I´ve perfected my smile for the camera
Chin is up
I miss you all so much

If only I could cross the river
But something me holding us back
A way of life that´s too familiar
Like the lines are to the railroad
Lines are to the railroad

If only we could cross the river
We could get a jump-start on life
The whispers across the Hudson
Grow louder in our ears
Louder in our ears

If only we could cross the river
But something is holding us back
A way of life that´s too familiar
Like the lines are to the railroad
Lines are to the railroad
Railroad track

Carly Simon: Keyboards / B3 Organ / Percussion / Drum Programming / Background vocals
Teese Gohl: B3 Organ
T-Bone Wolk: Bass
Steve Gadd: Drums & Percussion
Liam O'Maonlai: Background Vocals
The Rankin Sisters: Background Vocals
Jill Dell'Abate: Background vocals
Teese Gohl: Orchestra arrangement & conducted

© 2000 C'est Music ASCAP
I Forget
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

All my doctors and friends
Have concocted these theories
Weary of seeing me day after day
On the edge of my bed
Leery of living
My laughter on hold
My sadness on stay

And it´s been this way for quite a while
Yes, I forget how to smile
I´d like to rely on my old game and yet
Even that I forget
It´s not there, I regret

Couldn´t get up today
I pretended a fever
Any excuse but the truth will do
I don´t lie very well
No I´m not a deceiver
But I can´t bring myself to admit that I´m blue

And it´s been this way
For quite a while
Yes, I forget how to smile
I´d like to rely on my old game and yet
Even that I forget
It´s not there, I regret

The clock and the calendar
Both an assault
Time goes so slow
It must be my fault
I act like I´m okay
When I´m not okay at all

I forget what to do
I forget what it all means
Don´t remember if love ever really felt good
I forget to be here
And not in-between
I´d put on a good show
If only I could

And it´s been this way for quite a while
Yes, I forget how to smile
I´d like to rely on my old game and yet
Even that I forget
It´s not there, I regret
I forget

Carly Simon: Keyboards
Eric Bazilian: Electric guitars
Tony Garnier: Bass
Steve Gadd: Drums

© 2000 C'est Music ASCAP

Actress
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

Some day I´m going to grow up
And be every man´s dream
Some day I´m going to grow up
And forget this sad little me
I´m going to shine in the spotlight
Wear sexy clothes
Be somebody everybody wants to meet
And no one ever really knows
No one will ever know me

I´m an actress through and through
And to my bones
I´m an actress through and through
And to my bones

Critics will adore me
At least they will at first
But you see I already know this
So it can´t never really hurt
And if it does, I´m an actress
I´ll play it nonchalant
In the total scheme of things it´s insignificant
(sure I can take the knocks)

Cause I´m an actress through and through
And to my bones
I´m an actress through and through
And to my bones

I may not be that pretty now
But who´s the referee
Standards of beauty
Will be redefined because of me

And then they´ll be the scandals
Everywhere my name
Men will jump from balconies
And I´ll just shrug and take the blame
(yeah, they´ll say I died for love)

Cause I´m an actress through and through
And to my bones
Well, I´m an actress through and through
And to my bones

My acceptance speech will be a milestone
Never will such a star
Have ever graced the microphone
And of course I´ll thank my agent
The way they always do
Though I could have done it without him
And that goes for the Academy too
And the makeup people and the lighting designers and everybody else

Cause I´m an actress throughand through
And to my bones
I´m an actress through and through
And to my bones
I´m an actress yeah, yeah, yeah

I´ll be gracious to the lesser stars
And generous to the unknowns
And if another actress threatens
My position on the throne

Well, I don´t know exactly what I´ll do
I don´t exactly know
But I know that it could turn into
One of my most poignant roles
Everyone will have their handkerchiefs out

And they´ll have to leave the theater early
And then they´ll go home
And what´ll they do?
They`ll have a big glass of alcohol

Cause I´m an actress through and through
And to my bones
And if I make it to the top I won´t be overthrown
I´m an actress ah, yeah, yeah

Carly Simon: Acoustic Guitar / Keyboard bass / Keyboards / Drum Programming / Background vocals
Michael Lockwood: Electric guitar
Steve Gadd: Drums
The Rankin Sisters: Background vocals

© 2000 C'est Music ASCAP
I'm Really The Kind
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

I´m really the kind to dazzle and twirl
Have tantrums like silver slanting rain
Walk up to strangers
Parade with my pride
And stride like a lion up
A mad mountainside
So steep, so lovely
Don´t think about the fall

Then suddenly, no warning
No nothing, I`m small
I´m small
Smaller than anyone, smaller than you

You see, I´m really the kind
To cower in the corner
And pray that some guy
Will have a kind word to say

Then be tiny in his arms
And be stroked to my heart
And coaxed and caressed
And combed and undressed
Then finally I´ll trust him
Abandon it all

Then suddenly, no warning
No nothing, I`m too tall
I´m tall, taller than anyone
Taller than boys
I´m tall, taller than anyone
Taller than you

The pendulum swings both ways
And I lose my equilibrium
I swing so fast inside it's motion
That I become the hum
I become the hum

You see I´m really the kind
To walk the avenues
And criticize the mannequins
And ogle the jewels

Justify spending the cash
I don´t have
Break resolutions
With a naughty little laugh

I´m nothing unless
I´m the belle of the ball
And then suddenly
No warning, no nothing
I´ve got it all, I see it all
I have it all, I have it all
It is, it is, it is, it is

It is, my soul, my soul

Carly Simon: Acoustic Guitar / Keyboards / Drum Programming / Percussion / Background vocals
T-Bone Wolk: Bass
Steve Gadd: Percussion
Liam O'Maonlai: Balron / background vocals
The Rankin Sisters: Background vocals
Ben Taylor: Background vocals
Teese Gohl: Orchestra arranged & conducted

© 2000 C'est Music ASCAP

We Your Dearest Friends
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

We, your dearest friends
Are having dinner without you
We´re witty and we use it to be vicious
In just another minute
We´ll laughing about you
To the untrained eye
It wouldn´t look suspicious

We, your dearest friends
Don´t really care if you have needs
Your hopes and dreams
Are trivial by your standards
We make fun of how you sing
And then we imitate your speech
And the stupid things
You say we like to slander

But we won´t reel you out too far
´Cause after all, we need you for
Our ongoing quest

We´ve bonded here in faithlessness
To undermine your happiness
Toying with your paranoia
Everything you do annoys us
It annoys us

We remember how
You bought us all those gifts
You liked to make us think
You were so generous
Be careful in the future
Of everything you say and do
`Cause it can and will be used
Against you by us

We your dearest friends
Judge you "guilty“
Here and now
Of thinking you´re a star
When it´s all over
Nobody wants you
And we the least of all
It´s been a long time since
You had those famous lovers

But we won´t reel you out too far
`Cause after all, we need you for
Our ongoing quest

We´ve bonded here
In faithlessness
To undermine your happiness
Toying with your paranoia
Everything you do annoys us
(it annoys the hell out of us)

It´s not the straw
No, it´s the final straw you´ll say
Finally you´ve grown a sturdy backbone
There´ll be no invitation to
Your rocky coast this year
Your queenly voice will
Ice us down the telephone

You´ll never guess who´s joining us
For brandy later on
That´s right, it´s your bête noir from hell
That´s who
Are you worried we might spill the beans
Are you worried we might tell
About your little visit to the bin when
you were cuckoo?

But we won´t reel you out too far
`Cause after all, we need you for
Our ongoing quest

We´ve bonded here in faithlessness
To undermine your happiness
Toying with your paranoia
Everything you do annoys us
It annoys us

Toying with your paranoia

You have an unforgivable personality
Unforgettable, yes
We were so happy once in the Garden of
the Finzi-Continis
Oh, yes we were
Never more, never more
Here comes the waiter
We´ll just put it on your house charge
You´ll never know the difference
Never notice

Carly Simon: Electric & Acoustic Guitars / Keyboard bass / Keyboards / Drum Programming / Percussion / Background vocals
Stuart Kimball: Electric guitar
Teese Gohl: Piano in choruses
T-Bone Wolk: Bass / Mandolin
Steve Gadd: Drums
Liam O'Maonlai: Balron

© 2000 C'est Music ASCAP
Whatever Became Of Her
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

There they are
Smiling so wide
Like there´s nothing to lose
And nothing to hide
They look forward with innocence
She is his bride
The future´s a radiant blur
So I wonder whatever became of him
Whatever became of her?

A little boutique
On the Upper East Side
Picture a couple so dignified
Two hat boxes fall
And feathers collide
Darling tell me
Which one do you prefer?
Well I wonder whatever became of him
Whatever became of her?

Everything breaks
Except the broken plates
Everything gets stolen
Except the things
You don´t want anyway
The things you don´t want anyway

She played the piano
And he used to smoke
She used to slap her own thigh
When he made a joke
He started her heart
Whenever he spoke
His own turning cold, like a bird
Well I wonder whatever became of him
Whatever became of her?

I want to say, "No, go back, resist
Don´t step out of the photograph
Don´t hurt yourselves
Stay innocent
Don´t hurt yourselves“

Two shadows playing
Across the lawn
Is it tomorrow´s twilight
Or yesterday´s dawn?
You can hardly make out
What they´ve got on
But they´re mighty in love, you´ll agree
So I wonder whatever became of him
Whatever became of me?

Carly Simon: Electric & Acoustic Guitars / Keyboards / Organ
Stuart Kimball: Electric & Acoustic Guitars
T-Bone Wolk: Bass
Steve Gadd: Percussion
Mindy Jostyn: Violin

© 2000 C'est Music ASCAP

In Honor Of You (George)
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon, George & Ira Gershwin

How can I go on when every thought hurts
I flirt with the notion of no more songs
My old familiar foe, self pity, haunts me

I´m stuck in some over-the-mountain town
In a meaningless bar where fat hands
round the steiners
And no one cares if it suns or pours
In an hour between trains
Barney puts the record on
And the aimless rise to dance

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
I see you, George, in your
apartment on Riverside Drive
Some fifty years ago
Your fingers on the keys
Looking for the song
Looking for that hook

Embrace me, you irreplaceable you

Who were you then?
Did you have a woman?
Were you hard up for cash?
Did you ever know you´d be heard in
the middle distance
In some over-the-mountain town?

Connecting to the muscles of the dancers
In this close and smoky room
Who were you then?
Were you sure of your tune?
Or were your dreams and your courage all broken down like mine?

Now there´s something that clutches the heart
A melody that stays
Year after year
I love all the many charms about you
Above all I want my arms around you

I´m already late for my train
But I don´t think about that
I think of you, George
At your piano, sweating in the summer heat
By the way, did you get your girl,
Did you by your house in the country?
Did you wait for something that never came?
Did you die still waiting for your train?

Don´t be a naughty baby, come to mama
come to mama do

Some part of your heart twists and turns in mine
Your soul rises
There´s an angel in charge
There´s one note that weeps the truth
And makes my life mean something
Just for the length of
Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
Embrace me, you irreplaceable you
Don´t be a naughty baby, come to mama,
come to mama do

I will go home, I will try again
I will catch the train
Catch another breath
Move back to the piano and
let the notes do what they´ll do
In honor of you, George
In honor of you

Carly Simon: African marimba
Teese Gohl: All programming
Steve Gadd: Drums
Shawn Pelton: Drums
Aaron Heick: Saxaphone
Teese Gohl: Orchestra arranged and conducted

© 2000 C'est Music ASCAP / Universal-Polygram international / WB music ASCAP
Grandmother's House
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

I slip on my red cape
I slide on my stockings
I lace up my black boots
Hear the wind as it rattles the window

I blush on some color
Blow the kids guilty kisses
I pick up my basket
Down in the elevator, I go

The rain is slanting
The cops are smiling
The bread is baking
Time goes so slow
To Grandmother's house
To Grandmother's house, we go

Christmas is coming
The city is humming
With last minute shoppers
As the rain turns to snow and accumulates

Windshields are wipenings
We're weaving through traffic
Temperatures are falling
I'm beginning to get desperate

The walls are waiting
My heart is racing
What if I'm too late
Time goes so slow
To Grandmother's house
To Grandmother's house, we go

The corner of Houston
Salvation Army
Shiny white package
I'll go home as the woman who can everything

The Lords are leaping
The Ladies dancing
The cars are creeping
Time goes so slow
To Grandmother's house
To Grandmother's house, we go

She won’t be disappointed
In our little tiny canopies
I gonna’ bring the kids
I’m gonna’ to bring the punch
I’m gonna’ bring the rum
I’m gonna’ do the dance
I’m gonna’ do everything
I’m gonna’ screw my husband
until he’s wild and red in the ears
I’m gonna’ screw Santa too
In front of everybody
Oh my God!

© 2000 C'est Music ASCAP

When Manhattan Was A Maiden
Lyrics & Music by: Carly Simon

When Manhattan was a maiden
I was her lover
I was the Brooklyn Bridge
Carrying wood for her fires
The horns and the whistles
Her personal choir
I gave her those things
Her heart most desired

And oh, how the band played on
And oh, once again into the dawn

When Manhattan was a maiden
I was her lover
I was the snow curving blind
Down around her hips
The horse making tracks
On the first of his trips
As the deep scarlet moon
I was kissing her lips

And oh, how the band played on
And oh, how the band played on
And oh, once again into the dawn
When Manhattan was a maiden

Now she is wild girl, this island
The shucks of the sidewalks
She leaps of it’s ledge,
doesn’t need to be reminded
With her touch me pants
and her go to hell shoes
Not much could still be new for her,
this beauty born and brutal
as the New York day is long

When Manhattan was a maiden,
I was her lover
Maybe she still has my picture
between some leather bound pages
But her number, it changes
again and again
I don’t know if she would recognize
such an old friend

But oh, how the band plays on
And oh, how the band plays on
Oh, once again into the dawn

Oh, New York City baby
Happy New Year
Once again into the dawn
‘Round again
It goes around
Another millennium
So big deal, just the millennium
Oooh…
Once again into the dawn
Oh…

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