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I Was Born
Buy One, Get One Free
Cradle
She's Cool
Television Sky
Dan & Joe
   (and Sometimes Mo')
Red River Flood
I'm Talking to You
Misery Loves Company
Into My Life
Give It Back
 
Home Page

I Was Born
 

In the beginning there was no light

There was no day and there was no night

There was no land and there was no sea

There was no geography

There was no faith, there was no doubt

There was not much to talk about

There was no sign of the human race

There was no time and there was no space

  

And then I was born

The sun came out and the birds were singing

That I was born

  

It's hard to believe it, but I've been told

My folks were young before they got old

A lovely girl who danced ‘til dawn

With a handsome man in a uniform

They took a loan, they bought a home

A beautiful baby girl was born

They gave her love, they gave her toys

But they wanted another, they wanted a boy

  

And then I was born

Kicking and screaming all through the night

Yes, I was born

  

Now who would care and who could know

About things that happened long ago?

All that really matters is me

  

The Roman Empire was brought to its knees

Shakespeare wrote some tragedies

And wars were fought, the Bomb was dropped

The forces of history could not be stopped

  

And then I was born

Angels came and they called my name

When I was born

Destined for success and fame

Yes, I was born

And things will never be the same

Since I was born

I was born

Barbara - Lead vocal
Mike - Backing vocal, acoustic and electric guitars, mandolins, tambourine
Gary Burke - Drums
Steve Meltzer - Additional drums
Joe Mennonna - Keyboard
Marc Shulman - Some electric guitar bits, under duress
 
Cover / Credits
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I Was Born
Buy One, Get One Free
Cradle
She's Cool
Television Sky
Dan & Joe
   (and Sometimes Mo')
Red River Flood
I'm Talking to You
Misery Loves Company
Into My Life
Give It Back
 
Home Page

Buy One, Get One Free
 
It was a holiday
It was a sale day
It was a shopping spree
When I realized that the merchandise was consuming me
I felt my brain respond
I had a coupon
I saw the big display
I was mesmerized as I joined the line for the give-away
Buy one, try one
Buy one, get one free
 
There was some tiny print
Under the fine print
There was a guarantee
Specially designed by creative minds for seducing me
And in the showcases, hundreds of faces
Looking like long-lost friends
Lining all the aisles with their plastic smiles of encouragement
 
Buy one, try one
Buy one, get one free
 
And all the shopping malls
Seemed to call my name
And all the lights invited me in...
 
I tried to turn my head
But it was no good
I tried to close my eyes
But I lost it all
To the siren call of the merchandise
 
Buy one, try one
Buy one, get one free
 
Barbara - Lead vocal
Mike - Backing vocal, acoustic and electric guitars, bass, Moroccan clay drums, hammered mandolins, synthesizer, tambourine
Marty Laster - Violins, viola
Norin Lavender - Drums
The PM Triplets - Handclaps
Steve Samuels - Dumbek, finger cymbals
Amarjeet Singh - Tabla
Strings arranged by Mike
 
Cover / Credits
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I Was Born
Buy One, Get One Free
Cradle
She's Cool
Television Sky
Dan & Joe
   (and Sometimes Mo')
Red River Flood
I'm Talking to You
Misery Loves Company
Into My Life
Give It Back
 
Home Page

Cradle
  
I was a troubled child in a strange and troubled world
Where we watched for guided missiles from the heavens
Now I'm grown and the world has changed
The bombs are everywhere
Guided by vengeance and a prayer
 
Sleep now, my little baby
I'll rock your cradle
And maybe things will be better someday
If they don't get worse
 
I watched a troubled world on a black and white TV
When they shot them down in Dallas and in Memphis
Now I'm grown, and the world has changed
The gunmen live next door
And cameras watch convenience stores
 
(repeat chorus)
 
I watched my heroes leave their footprints on the moon
But they wandered off the path that leads to heaven
And I sometimes feel I'm far from home
In a world that's cold and wild
Lost like some milk container child
 
Sweet dreams, my darling Rachel
I'll tuck you in
And maybe things will be better someday
If they don't get worse
Hush now, my sweet Amanda
I'll kiss your hair
And maybe things will be better someday
 
Barbara - Lead and backing vocals
Mike - Backing vocals, acoustic guitars, bass, tambourine
Norin Lavender - Drums
Rob Stein - Electric guitars
 
Cover / Credits
MP3 / RealAudio
 
I Was Born
Buy One, Get One Free
Cradle
She's Cool
Television Sky
Dan & Joe
   (and Sometimes Mo')
Red River Flood
I'm Talking to You
Misery Loves Company
Into My Life
Give It Back
 
Home Page

She's Cool
(Mike Borok, Bill Philbrick)
 
There she goes, my friend
She moves just like a dream
And she looks so good in her pre-washed jeans
But I'm stuck behind a counter, taking orders
From all of these suburban sons and daughters
Fast food and carbonated water
And I go wild at just the thought of her
 
She's cool as fins on a Cadillac
She's fine as California wine
That's right, the girl is on the fast track
How I wish she were mine
 
Here she comes again
I think she looked my way
But it's hard to tell--she's always wearing shades
And girls wish that they could imitate her
Boys try but they just can't penetrate her
I'm a guy who'd sure appreciate her
If I could only get a date with her
 
She's cool as fins on a Cadillac
She's fine as California wine
That's right, she knows that she's a class act
How I wish she were mine
 
Now, everybody knows I'm just an ordinary guy
And everybody says it shows
But I suppose I'm not too cool to try
 Do you think I'm just a fool to pursue her?
I should stay at home and play with my computer
I tell myself I could mean something to her
If I could only be as cool as her
 
But she's sharp as fins on a Cadillac
She's fine as California wine
That's right, my heart has been hijacked
How I wish she were mine
 
She's a runaway train on a steep track
A jet plane warming up on the tarmac
A heroine in a Harlequin paperback
A fashion queen on a teen magazine rack
She's the razor's edge, she's the leader of the pack
A man-eater looking for a quick snack
She's a current event, she's a matter of fact
She invades my dreams in a pre-dawn sneak attack (she's cool...so cool)
I'm gonna learn to rap and slick my hair back
Play some air guitar and always wear black
Let 'em laugh, let 'em talk behind my back
Let 'em have their fun, let 'em give me flack
I'm gonna get that girl, I'm gonna get the knack
I want to park my car in her cul-de-sac
Mike - Lead and backing vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, bass
Barbara - Backing vocals
Rick Garcia - Lead guitars
Norin Lavender - Drums
Joe Mennonna – Keyboards
 
Cover / Credits
MP3 / RealAudio
 
I Was Born
Buy One, Get One Free
Cradle
She's Cool
Television Sky
Dan & Joe
   (and Sometimes Mo')
Red River Flood
I'm Talking to You
Misery Loves Company
Into My Life
Give It Back
 
Home Page

Television Sky
 
He always wanted to drive that car
He really wanted to have that girl
But for guys like him, it could only happen
In a television world
 
She always wanted to look that good
She never wanted to be so shy
And she would not resist a small-screen kiss
Under a television sky
 
(chorus):
A television sky, a Technicolor moon
You never have to leave your living room
And on the day you die, actresses will cry
In the artificial rain from the television sky
 
He always wanted to be that tough
She had a weakness for blue eyes
Though they had not yet met
Through the TV set they shared a television sky
 
(repeat chorus)
 
And she drifted off in the blue screen light
And she found herself on a wind-swept beach
And he drifted off in the blue screen night
Where he found himself on the same white sand
And her lips met his as the music swelled
And the moon seemed almost within their reach
And they walked on past the supporting cast
When the scene was changed by an unseen hand
There was trouble brewing in Paradise
There were complications and surprises
Cops and mobsters, guns and knives
And messages from advertisers
Parties where the laughs rang hollow
Moments of uncomfortable silence
Twisted plots too hard to follow
Incidents of random violence
A tide that turned and left them back
On the sand on the beach in the fade to black...
 
He really wanted to watch that game
She loved the show with the private eye
They fought for the remote control
As the credits rolled
Against the television sky
 
(repeat chorus)
 
Barbara - Lead vocal
Mike - Backing vocal, acoustic guitars, bass, piano
Steve Meltzer - Drums
Marc Shulman - Electric guitars