+++ Colleen Power - FACE AND EYES +++



::IN THE STUDIO REJECTS, the new album is finally available!!! baygirlmusic@yahoo.ca	LYRICS & LINER NOTES	::REJECTS Me New Townie Man Me Or the TV Way Behind the Music Lemon Meringue Pie Toys Not A Christmas Song Sketchy Jerome Dead Bird in the Garbage Colonel Sanders and Mary Brown Ode to Major Labels Cunnyhopper Blues Thanks to No One
	LYRICS : (scroll down for liner notes) Me New Townie Man What is she doin' with a townie? Well I'm from around the bay but I lives in town I'm right on the go nothin' gets me down 'Cept when I goes around the bay they don't understand What I sees in me new townie man What is she doin' with a townie? If ya can't get a man get a townie they say They always says that I should move back out around the bay But I likes it here in town and that's where I'm stayin' And the last thing I wants is a hairy arse bayman What is she doin' with a townie? When I found my townie man and I got my wish My townie man is not afraid to do a dish My townie man is not afraid to change a bum My townie man always waits for me to come...over What is she doin' with a townie? But they won't let it go no they'll never understand They gives him dirty looks and they won't shake his hand Well it's too bad for them that's what i'm sayin' Go back to the woods ye bunch of shaggin' baymen What is she doin' with a townie? Still they makes me lots of offers to add to my tale They says they'll set me up with Paddy when he gets out of jail They tries to bring me up to Tommy's on the top of the hill They says that Danny really likes me and so does Bill But I'd rather die I'll never understand Why they don't like me new townie man What is she doin' with a townie? I'm from around the bay but I lives in town I'm right on the go nothin' gets me down 'Cept when I goes around the bay they don't understand What I sees in me new townie man They'll never understand they don't hear what I'm sayin' When I tell em that I'd rather have a townie than a bayman townie than a bayman me new townie man © Colleen Power/SOCAN 2008 P.O. Box 5332, Station C St. John's Newfoundland Canada A1C 5W2 Me Or the TV Me or the TV One of us got to go Me or the TV One of us got to go Too much cable Can swallow your soul I sit at the table With nowhere to go I’m just an object Somethin' in your peripheral vision Which makes me come to My final decision Me or the TV One of us got to go Me or the TV One of us got to go TV shows these days Don’t do nothin’ for me I’ll just look out the window If I want reality I turn off the news 'Cause it’s never good And I don’t really care about Who's doin' who in Hollywood Me or the TV One of us got to go Me or the TV One of us got to go You’ll probably tell me You'll tell me to go ahead and leave Oh, who am I To come between you and your great big TV Me or the TV One of us got to go Me or the TV One of us got to go © Colleen Power/SOCAN 2008 P.O. Box 5332, Station C St. John's Newfoundland Canada A1C 5W2 Way Behind the Music Way behind the music There's a deep dark hole It drains out all the feeling And sucks out all the soul In the middle of this hole Is a corporate machine That pumps garbage out the airwaves And pollutes the music scene Inside of this machine is where the money goes To pay off all the DJs With sex and blow Then there's the fat man Who sits behind his desk And signs his fuckin' name On all the government cheques He makes em out to the ones Who stick their tongues down his throat They win all the awards 'Cause they always stack the votes Way behind the music There's a deep dark hole It drains out all the feeling It sucks out all the soul Inside of this machine Is where the money goes That pumps garbage out the airwaves A deep dark hole Way behind the music © Colleen Power/SOCAN 2008 P.O. Box 5332, Station C St. John's Newfoundland Canada A1C 5W2 Lemon Meringue Pie I must be gone in the head! I got no money, no prospects I'll never have a car I've got some clothes, half a sandwich A bag of CDs and a guitar Planes, buses and boats Are driving me farther in the hole What exactly in the name of God is my fucking goal? Stood outside an Irving trying to get a ride Looking in at people drinking coffee, eating lemon pie I turn away in shame and feel another pang I wish that it was me facing that meringue © Colleen Power/SOCAN 2008 P.O. Box 5332, Station C St. John's Newfoundland Canada A1C 5W2 Toys I won’t ever let you go I won’t ever let you go Want you to know I love you so Want you to know I love you so Gonna chain you up, gonna saddle you up Gonna let all your women know I wanna see you every night Think I should see you every night You know I hate to fight Yeah, you know I hate to fight I’m gonna shine up my old handcuffs Make sure they fit you just right I won’t ever let you down I won’t ever let you down But your feet won’t touch the ground No, your feet won’t touch the ground If you feel light-headed, let me know Maybe then I’ll get you down Hope you don’t hate that smell Hope you don’t hate that smell Yeah, I think it suits you quite well Then you tripped and you fell Baby, it was your own fault You should’a asked for the salt But you tripped and you fell in the smell Say did you hear that noise Say did you hear that noise I hope you didn’t tell the boys They might be comin’ to take all my toys They better stay away or I’ll make ‘em play My mommy told me to share my toys © Colleen Power/SOCAN 2008 P.O. Box 5332, Station C St. John's Newfoundland Canada A1C 5W2 Not A Christmas Song There's lots of green trees, people walkin’ in shirtsleeves The icebergs that were out in the harbour are gone There’s a pile of dead twigs around a tree from last Christmas That you threw out in your backyard I never take you for granted So why do you string me along Why am I singin’ about a Christmas tree This is not ‘sposed to be a Christmas song Why am I singin’ about a Christmas tree You’re hangin’ off of my arm Why am I singin’ about a Christmas tree This is not ‘sposed to be a Christmas song The posies are out on the sidewalk All signs of winter are gone I pulled that dead tree up from the backyard And put it up by the front lawn I thought that you sort'a loved me Then I found out I was wrong Why am I singin’ about a Christmas tree This is not ‘sposed to be a Christmas song Why am I singin’ about a Christmas tree You’re hangin’ off of my arm Why am I singin’ about a Christmas tree This is not ‘sposed to be a Christmas song This is not ‘sposed to be a Christmas song © Colleen Power/SOCAN 2008 P.O. Box 5332, Station C St. John's Newfoundland Canada A1C 5W2 Sketchy Jerome It was late last night and I wanted a draw Nothin' good on TV 'cept what I already saw Joe dropped by He had enough for a toke My eyes lit up There was hope He looked through his pockets And he pulled out some change He turned 'em inside out He said, "That's strange. I know I had it. I must have dropped it." I said, "Yes b’ye. You probably lost it." So, I went to the phone and made some calls. I phoned up Leo and left a message for Lenny Dropped back over to Joe's and he still didn't have any I went to my buddy's and we had a brainstorm She said, "The only one left is Sketchy Jerome." Sketchy Jerome I said, "Well, I don't know. Do you think he's home?" She said, " I don't know but you can give him a call His number's wrote down out there on the wall So I wrote Jerome’s number on the back of my hand Went back to the house to proceed with the plan I phoned Jerome up in the blink of an eye He said, "I'm not comin' over but you can drop by." So I grabbed the old man and we jumped in the car I don't know why we drove 'cause it's not that far We went up the road and we parked by the house I knocked on the door and Jerome came out He said, "Who's the guy in the car? What's this all about?" I said, "That's nothin' 'bye, just me old man, Nothin' to worry about! Sure, you knows Stan." He started to freak. He started to shout. "Tell him to park past the pole and come in the house!" So I went to the car and told Stan to come in. He said, "No friggin' way. I wants nothin' to do with him! I can't believe you want me to do this. He's gone in the head and his house reeks of cat piss!" So, I went back to the door and I knocked again Jerome came out as crooked as sin He said, "Where's Stan?" I said, " He won't come in." He said, "Colleen, I can't have people parking out in front of my house Waiting for you 'till you come out. I can't sell you nothin'. Don't come back. The neighbors’ll think I'm dealin' crack!" At this point, I had no hope "Your old man won't be smokin' my fuckin' dope!!" I said, "Shag you!!" and slammed the door That ………. son of a jeezler Do I look like a cop? Do you think I'm a narc?! I just sing songs and play guitar So I got back in the car. I was some annoyed Sketchy Jerome is some paranoid I told the old man to take me back home That was the last time for me and Sketchy Jerome Sketchy Jerome Sketchy Jerome I was up to my neck at the end of my rope Ended up going to bed without having a toke I got up the next morning and sat down on the chair Made breakfast and coffee with birch-broom hair The old man came in and reached down on the floor He said, "Hey, what's this over here by the door?" I said, "Oh my God! That must be Joe's weed!" After all we went through can you believe? We put the bud on a shelf on the wall in a tin Five minutes later, Joe came in And I told him the story of Sketchy Jerome Sketchy Jerome Sketchy Jerome Joe laughed and I gave him back his weed. He said, "Jerome's right strange, there's no pretending." Spark 'er up! There's your happy ending." Sketchy Jerome Sketchy Jerome © Colleen Power/SOCAN 2008 P.O. Box 5332, Station C St. John's Newfoundland Canada A1C 5W2 Dead Bird in the Garbage Walking down Gower Street one Sunday evening I saw a little bird at the foot of a building He was tryin' to fly but his wings wouldn't let him She brought him back home so the cats wouldn't get him I held him in my hand and I took him back home His tiny heart beating fast against my thumb He was stunned and confused but I thought this would pass She put him in a dark cardboard box with some grass I kept an eye on me bird all through the night Hoping that he'd come around and take flight He wouldn't drink water or eat anything He just stood still his head tucked under his wing Well I live downtown and I don't have a backyard So diggin' for worms is hard I phoned up me brother who was comin' this way Could he bring her some night crawlers from out around the bay? I put the bird in the box next to my bed on the floor When I drifted off it was quarter past four About twenty to nine I opened my eyes When she looked in the box, the bird tipped over on his side Lyin' in the grass, head tucked under his wing I never did get to hear the little bird sing Not the gig in him, no heartbeat nothin' She should have left him for the cats and saved him all the sufferin' I picked him up gently and said a little prayer Now he's in a Sobeys bag in the garbage can downstairs Dead bird in the garbage Nowhere to bury him Wrapped in a sobeys bag Dead bird in the garbage Heavy on her conscience Dead Bird in the garbage Wrapped in a sobeys bag Shut up about the sobey's bag Little bird in the garbage © Colleen Power/SOCAN 2008 P.O. Box 5332, Station C St. John's Newfoundland Canada A1C 5W2 Colonel Sanders and Mary Brown If you were Colonel Sanders and I was Mary Brown We could get together and take over this town With my center breasts and your herbs and spices We could rule the world and claim the crown If you were Colonel Sanders and I was Mary Brown If you were Mary Brown and I was Colonel Sanders I would love you like no other and be at your command dear ‘Cause what’s good for the goose is good for the gander If you were Mary Brown and I was Colonel Sanders Oh, I can love you baby I’m gonna be your chicken lady Oh, I can love you yes I can I’m gonna be your chicken man If you were Colonel Sanders and I was Mary Brown You could buy me a diamond ring We could get down to finger lickin’ Cause money is no object for my king of fried chicken skin hound If you were Colonel Sanders and I was Mary Brown Chorus If you were Mary Brown and I was Colonel Sanders We could do all right between all the Newfoundlanders Buy that castle on the beach, dear and live a life of grandeur If you were Mary Brown and I was Colonel Sanders Chorus x 2 © Colleen Power/SOCAN 2008 P.O. Box 5332, Station C St. John's Newfoundland Canada A1C 5W2 Ode to Major Labels All the major record labels are stunned as my arse They're stunned as my arse and they can crawl up my hole All the major record labels are following tired trends from many years ago They're stunned as my arse and they can crawl up my hole Just one more merger and they'll be one giant label They made a giant mess with all the garbage on the radio As they sit their in their tower Gathered round their giant table snorting blow They want to take four songs off my CD They want to remix my record and reformat me They must delete all the expletives So their product can be sold They're stunned as my arse And they can crawl up my hole All the major record labels are stunned as my arse They're stunned as my arse and they can crawl up my hole I couldn't believe it at first They said I was unfocused I thought it was diverse Since when can being me become such a dreadful curse I don't know They're stunned as my arse and they can crawl up my hole All the major record labels are stunned as my arse They're stunned as my arse and they can crawl up my hole © Colleen Power/SOCAN 2008 P.O. Box 5332, Station C St. John's Newfoundland Canada A1C 5W2 Cunnyhopper Blues Buddy’s cryin’ in his beer Buddy’s dyin’ There's no tail in here Buddy’s shakin’ in his shoes Buddy got the cunnyhopper blues He got caught last week out back of the bar Givin’ it to God knows who Someone told his old lady First she went crazy Then she went and gave him the boot Buddy’s cryin’ in his beer Buddy’s dyin’ There's no skin in here Buddy’s shakin’ in his shoes Buddy got the cunnyhopper blues The cunnyhopper blues A million regrets The cunnyhopper blues The cunnyhopper blues That's what he gets The cunnyhopper blues Now nobody wants him He’s loaded drunk and crawlin’ with the dose Her memory haunts him And no one will let him get close Not even her She used to want what he got But his eau de je ne sais quoi Is not workin’ on the bartender Buddy’s cryin’ in his beer Buddy’s dyin’ There's no tail in here Buddy’s shakin’ in his shoes Buddy got the cunny hopper blues The cunnyhopper blues A million regrets The cunnyhopper blues The cunnyhopper blues That's what he gets The cunnyhopper blues Buddy got the cunnyhopper blues © Colleen Power/SOCAN 2008 P.O. Box 5332, Station C St. John's Newfoundland Canada A1C 5W2 Thanks to No One Thanks to no one Thanks for nothing Thanks to no one Thanks to no bank For loaning me money Thanks to no one I don't need any more debt Thanks to no one For giving me a grant Can't rely on the government Can't pick the jury Thanks to no one Thanks for nothing Thanks to no one You be on the jury and I'll turn you down I'll be on the jury and you turn me down What comes around goes around You be on the jury and I'll be on the jury too Thanks to no one Thanks for nothing Thanks to no one © Colleen Power/SOCAN 2008 P.O. Box 5332, Station C St. John's Newfoundland Canada A1C 5W2 LINER NOTES : Thank you for checking out Rejects! This CD marks the onset of my career in the field of home recording. Rejects is a collection of songs and spoken word pieces. I recorded nine songs in a couple of months. Toys, Not a Christmas Song and Sketchy Jerome were demos recorded by Sandy Morris at Cool Blue Studios, in hopes of me getting a grant to do another record. They were turned down by funding agencies a bunch of times. I lost track of exactly how many. Way Behind the Music and Thanks to No One were inspired by being turned down so many times. New Townie Man, Sketchy Jerome and Dead Bird in the Garbage are songs to be used in Downtown Freaks, a comedy series that I am writing with Roger Maunder. Me or the TV, Lemon Meringue Pie, Ode to Major Labels, Colonel Sanders and Mary Brown and Cunnyhopper Blues were kicking around for years and I didn't know what to do with them..... Now they all have a home. Thanks to Brett Zilahi for making the record sound fantastic. Thanks to Robert Buck at MMS Atlantic for always getting CDs to the Rock on time. Thanks to all my fans, friends and family for encouragement in this endeavor. My wonderful daughters, Robyn and Clare, my partner Roger Maunder and Declan, without you all, I don't know what I'd do! Thanks to Roger Maunder Sr. for being so supportive and nice! Thanks to everyone who played on the CD. You all have a special touch and you made the music sound so much better. I wish I had some money to pay you. Thanks to everyone who pre-bought CDs and sent notes of encouragement. I got some lovely cards. It's nice to know that I can count on people like you who support my artistic endeavors!! Thanks to those who invested in my previous CDs. As you know by now, this racket is not a money making venture. At least not for me. With the state of the music industry, who knows. I will be lucky to break even with this CD no matter what happens. If I ever make any money or someone famous sings one of my songs or something, I will be able to pay you all back. Thanks to the excellent women who watched Clare so I could put this together: Melanie Ozon, Geraldine Hollett, and Colleen Malone. Thanks to Neil Conway for being here and helping me get started on this whole project. Your advice and knowledge are invaluable. Thanks to Neil Conway, Mark Bragg, Scott Hammond, Sandy Morris and Derm English for loaning me their gear and/or instruments. Thanks to Sarah Hansen and Liz Solo for listening to me complain! Thanks to Mark Wood, Robyn, Roger, Lois Brown and Neil Conway for listening to songs in their earlier forms and giving feedback. Thanks to Jud Haynes for my snazzy website. Thanks to anyone who put me up and put up with me when I was on the road since the last CD, especially Sean Hynes and Joann Davis and Jody Maclean and Mike Morrison. Thanks to Don Ellis and Sandy Morris for inadvertently teaching me how to get good sounds, and figure out this recording thing through many hours of me watching you do your jobs. Thanks to all the press who covered this launch: Bryanna at The Scope, Kerri Breen at the Scope, Krissy Holmes and Paddy Daly from Roger's Out of the Fog, Heidi Wicks at the Evening Telegram, Geoff Meeker, Joey Basha at The Current, Tom Ronan and Angela Antle from CBC's Weekend Arts Magazine and anyone who I forgot...sorry. Thanks to all the radio stations who play real music, especially the CBC and Radio Newfoundland. See you on the road! Cheers, Colleen