firecracker

Back during my Orlando days, I was a sucker for girls who can sing (still am). One of the albums I got when I still used to buy CDs (RIAA, eat my shorts), was Lisa Loeb's Firecracker. Among the gems I still listen to are the following couple of songs.



gorgeous with a capital g
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when i'm done with thinking, then i'm done with you.
when i'm done with crying, then i'm done with you.
when i feel so tired, then i'm done with you.
everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way -

and i do.
you can't hear it, but i do.
you can't hear it, but i do.

you're trying to convince me that what i've done's not right.
i get so frustrated, i stay up every night.
you ask me for an answer, and i'm so tired and i'm up in the air.
everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way -

and i do.
you can't hear it, but i do.
you can't hear it, but i'm feeling this way
just because you say

i will be ignored.
i will be denied.
i could be erased.
i could be brushed aside.
i will get scared, and i will get shoved down,
but i feel like i do because you push me around.

i'm starting to ignore you, i've doubted you so long.
i'm tired of over-thinking, i know you don't belong.
now i'm asking questions - no one pushes me around.
everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way -

and i do.
you can't hear it, but i do.
you don't seem angry, but i do.
i do.

always a nice humbling beat-down, and you'll never win with the girl.

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she wanted to be a cowboy,
she was shootin' em down,
she was tramping around.

he walked in crooked with the clear blue eyes.
"there's a nice pool in my motel - you want to go for a swim?"
that night he moved in.

the time between meeting and finally leaving is
sometimes called falling in love.
the time between meeting and finally leaving is
sometimes called falling in love.

at night she'd wait for the sound of his feet on the doormat,
the sound of his hand on the doorknob,
the sound of her heart beating in her head.
he'd go out playing nickel slots cause he knew he'd lose -
she didn't know, so she couldn't choose.

but one night while sleeping alone in her bed,
the phone rang, she woke up, and sat up and said,
"what time is it? what time is it?"

"well it's 5:30 here and it's 2:30 there,
and i won't be home tonight," he said.

the time between meeting and finally leaving is
sometimes called falling in love.
the time between meeting and finally leaving is
sometimes called falling in love.

now she sits in a booth in a diner,
waiting for someone to take her order,
waiting for someone to come and sit down.

she rubs the smudge off the photograph, puts it back in her purse.
the grey sky was romantic cause he was holding her hand,
he was her man.

the time between meeting and finally leaving is
sometimes called falling in love.
the time between meeting and finally leaving is
sometimes called falling in love.
sometimes called falling in love.

she wanted to be a cowboy,
she was shootin' em down,
she was tramping around.

cowboys, cowgirls, falling in love - what else do you want? oh yeah - that nice melancholy guitar.

though she wasn't that prolific, Ms. Loeb will always be a katrina regular.

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photo from lisaloeb.com