cigarette & gas money   © lisa ann stone -   June 28, 2011

 

I roll into Camp Verde about a          half past five

it’s a lot of traveling, but I                  don’t mind the drive

I’m early so I roll one             I know it won’t be long

'til I get to play you            some of my favorite songs

 

    as long as the cigarette and gas money keeps rolling in

    I hope I see you all right here, next week again

 

tomorrow’s Jerome            I gotta work that tip jar

find a few dollars            add some  gas to the car

keep writing and playing        that’s all that I can do

I’ll keep writing and            playing these songs for you

 

    as long as the cigarette and gas money keeps rolling in

    I hope I see you all right here, next week again

 

I drop into bed about a         half past four

get up and then I do it             all again once more

a coffee and a smoke            some words upon a page

hit the road again, cause tonight    I’ll take the stage

 

    as long as the cigarette and gas money keeps rolling in

    I hope I see you all right here, next week again



he’s gone        © lisa ann stone - march 21, 2008


well, my man, he done left me            got me feeling so blue

he walked out that door last night        tell me what am I supposed to do

been wandering round all night            out here in the rain

wondering what I’m gonna do            swimming in this pain

 

    my baby’s gone            oh, oh, he’s gone

    without any warning        my honey’s gone

 

so I mope around the house            wondering what to do

go and check my voice mail            but there ain’t nothing new

rootin’ through the pantry            to find something to eat

hope to find some chocolate            or something nice and sweet

 

    my baby’s gone            oh, oh, he’s gone

    he even took the chocolate    ooh, that’s so wrong

 

            you know that I never found    a man like that before

            I was hoping for a lover        but he was so much more

 

    my baby’s gone            oh, oh, my baby’s gone

    what can I do now        I guess I’ll drink til dawn

 

could I be mistaken                things aren’t always as they seem

was he really with me                or was it all a dream

will I find a new lover                if I can hold out that long

am I stuck here forever                singing this sad old song

 

    my baby’s gone            oh, oh, he’s gone

    why should I even care        now that he’s gone



culture        © lisa ann stone - september 26, 2006
 

how do you culture    a string of pearls    years waiting it through

the size and color     the perfect match    exquisitely just for you

 

     culturing pearls can be a fickle thing        with years spent in the making

     lots of chance and circumstance        before the pearl's worth taking

 

how do you culture    a circle of friends    and grow it, bit by bit

years of looking and trying on            like a shoe that doesn’t fit

 

     culture is a fickle thing        you have it or you don’t

     you might think you can buy it    but chances are you won’t

 

how do you culture a perfect love        the kind you’ve dreamed about

waiting and dating can find your dreams    or you can live without

 

     culturing love is a fickle thing            you leave your heart for love can take it

     a perfect match can make you sing        a wrong one might just break it




waiting        © lisa ann stone - may 20, 2007

waiting for the phone to ring    until I get that call
waiting for the spring to turn to fall
waiting the arrival    of my tardy friend
waiting for my wash to dry again

    I’m still waiting        for my ship to make it to shore

    I’m here waiting    for love’s messenger come    knock upon my door

    I’m waiting        for I know it’s coming near

    but until then        I’ll still be waiting here

 

waiting for my plane to take me    to another land

waiting with my ticket in my    hand

waiting for the sun to rise    and start another day

waiting til the weekend’s here    I get my chance to play

 

    I’m still waiting        for my ship to make it to shore

    I’m here waiting    for love’s messenger come    knock upon my door

    I’m waiting        for I know it’s coming near

    but until then        I’ll still be waiting here

 

waiting for the sun to set    on another day

waiting for my hair to turn    to gray

it seems like I’v been waiting    for my whole life through

and here I’ll be still waiting    for you

 

    I’m still waiting        for my ship to make it to shore

    I’m here waiting    for love’s messenger come    knock upon my door

    I’m waiting        for I know it’s coming near

    but until then        I’ll still be waiting here



death by chocolate        © lisa ann stone - may 13, 2010

you’re out with an old friend to         catch up on old times
so you split the lunch plate with your     partner in crime
the desert tray comes around and that     cake just calls to you
your only decision is just         one piece or two

death by chocolate is the     method you choose
now you’re stuck with the             death by chocolate blues

been studying so hard, you’ve got your     head in a whirl
you’re craving ice cream,       ooh    fudge swirl
so you drive to the store     and         what do you see
there’s lots of choices            but you know it’ll be

death by chocolate is the     method you choose
now you’re stuck with the             death by chocolate blues

just one dish now    you think that will do
but a half hour later    and that half gallon is all through

so they arrest you             it’s off to jail you go
charged with parking on            the wrong side of the road
governor never calls             no pardon, no deal
the guards ask you             what’s your last meal

death by chocolate is the     method you choose
now you’re stuck with the             death by chocolate blues