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