Circle in a Square

Music by Music by Lauren Kinhan and Ada Rovatti
Lyrics by Lauren Kinhan

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, have you heard
I’m gonna play a record on the Hi Fi

Analog, outta date, antiquate
The echo of a generation gone by

In the mind of one so young
You replay it, relive it
A circle in a square

Sacred rite, black as night, turn me on,
So I can be reminded of my first love

Hey Mr. Newton, Sir,
put another nickel in the juke box electric
It sings to me, plays to my very soul
And didn’t I hear you say,
with every motion, there’s a counterpoint at play
It’s added ten years to my lifej
Just by turnin’ up the volume louder
Hey Mr. Newton, Sir,
put another nickel in the juke box electric
The gravity’s pushing and pulling me higher and higher

My Painted Lady Butterfly

Music by Lauren Kinhan
Lyrics by Lauren Kinhan

The day will come when the simple truth
will set your world on fire
Saying goodbye to what’s said and done
is all that I desire for you, it’s true
Close your eyes my painted lady butterfly
and dream, the forest for the trees

Light as a cloud, you are free to roam
the land(sea) and sky alone
Tattooed and wild kaleidoscope
returning nature’s call to let live and let live
Cuz to want for more is what you can’t deprive
the wonder, the thistle, the hunger

Another Hill To Climb

Music by Lauren Kinhan
Lyrics by Lauren Kinhan

How many million dreams are hanging in the balance
It’s a mystery we just can’t understand
Just tell me how to set my direction
Knowing that time is the condition we can’t change
we can’t change it, no matter how hard we try, we can’t change

Seen through the looking glass,
the problems, they just get larger
Cuz the more I look, the more I realize
I try so hard, I try so hard, I just try too hard

Oh, While away
Its just an ordinary day
And sometimes there’s just another hill to climb

Just when the day is done and the doubt begins to holler
And another chance to shine just slipped away
To my surprise, the pain is my sister
Giving my loneliness a harbor to escape,
to escape, I’ve got to let it go now, and get away

And in the morning I got nothin’ but a feeling
A condition that just won’t go away
To keep trying so hard, I gotta try so hard,
I gotta keep trying so hard

Oh, While away
Its just another ordinary day
And sometimes there’s just another hill to climb

I’m Lookin’ for that Number

Music by Lauren Kinhan
Lyrics by Lauren Kinhan

I got a bone to pick, I got an itch to scratch
I’m feeling palpitations of a heart attack
I gotta tie my bonnet hard across my back
And shoulder my pride, and shoulder my pride

If all the questions asked were ever satisfied
And everyone could have a piece of cherry pie
Would the combat warrant what we sacrifice
Or could we shoulder our pride
Could we shoulder our pride

Because I’m fit to be tied of singing the blues
The cows in the meadow, and the man’s on the moon
The concept is simple, but concepts elude
If anybody knows where I’m growing old
I’m lookin for that number (4X)

Cuz if you said to stay or if you said to jump
And everybody had a case of “Monkey Does”
Would the slapback feel just like a hand in glove
Or could you shoulder your pride
Say could you shoulder it baby

Cuz there’s an omen in the point of no return
And there’s a beauty in the face of what’s absurd
But right now I stand before you bare and burned
And I can shoulder my pride, said I can shoulder my pride

To Live or Die

Music by Lauren Kinhan
Lyrics by Lauren Kinhan

A Hobbit in a hole, An Alice up a tree
An imaginary hero fighting back the enemy
Where the lost boys play with their psychosomatic schemes
So they’ll never be lonely…..except for now

An accomplice to a crime, A suitcase on the ledge
An intoxicating stairway going nowhere in the end
Where the lost boys play with the melodramatic toys
So they’ll never be lonely…..except for now

So take these tears and hold me tight
So the pieces of my life can somehow explain
To live or die, I’m asking why
To live or die is worth fighting for

handshake in the dark, No after to the fact
So you’re off to join the circus with those monkeys on your back
Where the lost boys play with their, “I’m not afraid to die”
So they’ll never be sorry…. except for now

So take these tears and hold me close
So the fragments of my life
can somehow explain
To live or die, I’m asking why
To live or die is worth fighting for

Pocketful of Harlem Dreams

Music by Lauren Kinhan and Andy Ezrin
Lyrics by Lauren Kinhan

Spoken like a man of means, Pocketful of Harlem dreams
Kinks inside the armor, cool effecting his disarming
Of a certain Satin Doll, as stubborn as the days were long
Hot, the humid weather, melts the science she’s pretending

Time and again
Somebody is going to hit their head
Losing the thread
It’s the same ole song

Dangerous and Debonair, Call the Devil, he may care
No stranger to friction, an imposter for a living
Following a nightingale, enchanting the n’ere do well
No one saw it coming, his undoing by her charming

Time and again
Somebody is going to hit their head
Losing the thread
It’s the same ole song

(Last X)
Dangerous and Debonair
Call the Devil, he may care
No stranger to friction, an imposter for a living
Following a nightingale, enchanting the n’ere do well
No one saw it coming, his undoing by her charming self composure,
and the feeling that it’s over

We’re Not Going Anywhere Today

Music by Lauren Kinhan
Lyrics by Lauren Kinhan

I used to think that anything could happen
A dreamers disillusion realized
Like falling up an escalator’s staircase
We measure every year in photographs

But now the book is harder to remember
With every page I turn, I question how
How can anybody tell me what to write here
When words, like photographs, just can’t be found

We’re not going anywhere today
We’re not having company at all
The laundry’s folded neatly near the alabaster wall
If anyone could find me,
they’d see no one’s home at all

The mirror doesn’t change our soft reflection
And how the lines are playing tricks on me
To years spent in the quiet
of the house we used to make
The answer to my question can’t un-say
That we’re not going anywhere today

Chaussure’s Complex

Music by Lauren Kinhan
Lyrics by Lauren Kinhan

Love Me,
Don’t let shoes stand in the way of all this awkward romance
Unless it’s clear, you’d prefer another pair to wear, pied a terre
Just say you may, trip the night away

Lead Me,
Of our own volition, no misgivings, chaussurre’s complex
When you’re hand in mine, sends a tempo to my heel and toe
Before you know
The stockings hung from whence the shoes were flung

Stay, if you will
Remain perfectly still
Just to contrast the beat of my heart
Leave it at that, on the small of my back
Let loose to roam where it will

Hold Me,
Like a slipper’s fit, we’ll contemplate the last temptation
On the heals of love, we’ll incorporate the him, the her,
the pas de deux
And before too long, we’ll have a fav’rite song
Rehearsing all our tomorrow’s from now on

Bear Walk

Music by Jiro Yoshida
Lyrics by Lauren Kinhan

Who’s that sleepin’ in my bed
What’s that stocking on the floor
Certainly you can’t be thinkin’ no one hears your sneakers sneakin’
out that garden door

Who’s that sittin’ in my chair
What’s that cookin’ on the stove
You’ll regret your passing fancy
if you think the grass is grassy on the other side

Dig this, you made a mess a me and you,
so what cha what cha waitin’ for
Seems like, there’s only liquor when the plot gets thicker
Ask Miss Ridinghood

Lock that honey in the pot
Hawk that apple that cha cored
Doncha be so high falutin’ when you’ve got no where to move in, eat that humble pie

Straighten up the game is over, you regained your self composure,
nothin’ left to hide

Problem with the dalliances, guilty feet have got no chances
left to compromise

certainly you can’t be thinkin’ no one hears your sneakers sneakin’

Get that message through your head

Vanity’s Paramor

Music by Lauren Kinhan
Lyrics by Lauren Kinhan

Ten in one, you go out to a habitat
everyone there is anonymous
Preying on all the dark alley dances
to music you heard at the carnival
Haven’t you had enough of spinning that empty bottle?
Baby you can’t afford your addiction
is leading you only to posthumous

Don’t let the arms of Aphrodite push you around
with a pomegranate smile, she leads you under ground
You got to, hang onto reason while you walk the crooked mile
Side steppin’ the wrath of the Concubine

Fantasy over facing the music
is daring the walls to come down on you
Agony over taming the elephant
taking up space in your living room
When you go waking up, you’ll see your in mighty quick sand
Saber and Cape in hand, you’re a Matador
Looking for Vanity’s Paramour

Don’t let the arms of Aphrodite push you around
with a pomegranate smile, she leads you under ground
You got to, hang onto reason while you walk the crooked mile
Side steppin’ the wrath of the Concubine

Oh, down you go
Where it stops, ain’t nobody gonna know
You’re all foot loose, in your fancy feather bed

You just a blind sighted, bold submission
heavy on the sacreligion
B flat, bull fight, short stick, hell of a sacrifice

Solo

Oh, down you go
Where it stops, ain’t nobody gonna know
But you’re all foot loose, in your fancy feather bed

You just a blind sighted, bold submission
heavy on the sacreligion
every little thing’s so convoluted
an aphrodisiac infusion
a B flat, bull fight, short stick hell of a sacrifice

The Deep Within

Music by Lauren Kinhan and Peter Eldridge
Lyrics by Lauren Kinhan

Tulips edge the cornerstone
Grass is growing green again
Sweater on my shoulders sit
Unfurling leaves on trees amidst
The spring showers will fall

Birds sing random haikus
Often heard across the lawn
Dandelions laugh at order
Promising a sea of gold
I don’t mind at all

No, the heart revives, it always does
The eyes will have their turtledove
It’s written in our porous skin
The sleeve that holds the deep within

Sundays I don’t go to church
One day trees will tell their tale
Apples fall to the seeker
Hand to mouth and fruit to cheek
As natural as the day

None the wiser for the taking
Nature holds us in suspense
Ages spent in solitary
Yield the human melancholy
Is this all there is?

No, the heart revives, it always does
The eyes will have their turtledove
It’s written in our porous skin
The sleeve that holds the deep within