All songs written by Billy Harvey. © "It Ain't Heavy Songs", ASCAP 2003. The lyrics are not guaranteed to be 100% correct, as they have been transcribed by ear. If you find an error or can help fill in any blanks or question marks, please send corrections to melissa@shaigirl.org. Many thanks to the man himself for helping out! . . . Chocolate Feet: Step right up! We have the singular space oddity. Sweet! She's got shetland ponies for hands. A nasty disposition. She's got gummy bear eyes. Three brothers and two sisters all named Sam. She's got a mesquito for a pet. Marshmellow hair. She could dream a truck stop into your mind. She lives right here. She's got a panda named Wanda. She's got a glass eye in her mouth. Two bucks if you could guess her age. She speaks four languages - all of them made up. How about that nose? It's like an orange. You could bite that sucker. You could run a nail through her neck. She's got candy corn teeth. She's got a picture in the back signed by Pistol Pete. And it's no lie... she's got chocolate feet. She's got chocolate feet. She's got chocolate feet. (top) . Candle Shop: Baby was a party girl. Part party, part tilt-a-whirl. And she could party hardy. She could hardly stop. She worked part-time in the candle shop. Dippin those wicks and listenin' to Willy Dixon. She didn't know much about blues. She never never wore no shoes. She liked the wind in her hair; the sand on her feet; the carbonated wine; the coconut drink. We would spend all day sittin' on the beach. Nothing seemed out of reach. These are the days we'll be missing. So put away your cares and start living. And never wish away what you're given. The world ain't gonna end tonight. Well summer is a bummer when it gets gone, but nothing ever really last too long. Every now and then I take a long walk and think about the candle shop. She wouldn't recognize me with the long hair, but maybe one day I'll go there. Just to see if she thinks of me like I still think of her. These are the days you'll be missing. So put away your cares and start living. And never wish away what you're given. The world ain't gonna end tonight. Oohhh oohhh oohh, etc... (top) . Falling In Love With Jill Katowski: I'm falling in love with Jill Katowski. Nevermind the name. It's all about ??? her brains. Never met a woman that was so fine. I've never met a woman that was so small. I've never met a woman that had it all before. You will eat your heart out. You will want to be me when you see Katowski in my car. I'm falling in love with Jill Katowski, the pride of all high school. Everyone knows Katowski is no fool. I've never met a woman that could drink more. She's got a PS2 in her top drawer. I've never seen a girl who could play the drums like she does. You will want to eat your heart out. You will want to be me when you see me and JT at the dance. (Hey Billy? Jill Katowski. Will you go to the dance with me? Yeah.) I'm falling in love with Jill Katowski. Nevermind the name. It's all about ??? her brains. I'm falling in love with Jill Katowski. And it's plain to see, she's smart enough to fall in love with me. (top) Non-stop Laughs: I got a body made of sticks and stones. A closet full of gravy bones. A heartache made of all alones. A belly full of nonstop laughs. I've got a mouth full of rusty nails. Some used up fairytales. A figure like a garbage pale. And a belly full of nonstop laughs. See I know how to have some fun. I've got a sense of what we've done to everything and everyone. I've got a pocket full of juicy sweet. A nasty pair of dancin' feet. The company that I won't keep. And a belly full of nonstop laughs. I know how to have some fun. I've got a sense of what we've done to everything and everyone. Toxic waste? Nonstop laughs. Depression? Think about it. Frustrating the peace? Non-fucking-stop. Deforestation? I've gotta sit down. Bah bum bah bum, etc... I've got a memory that holds no past. A Ford and it was built to last. If you wanna you can kiss my ass. *smooch* A belly full of nonstop laughs. I know how to have some fun. I've got a sense of what we've done to everything and everyone. Acid rain? Nonstop laughs. Flat broke? Funny as hell! The suttle art of manipulation? Nonstop laughs. ?????????? Singapore. Bah bum bah bum, etc... (top) West of Rome: Don't wait up for me. I'm electricity. I'm the rain. I'm feeling better than I am sane. I am the crazyiness in your heart that's dull at first and will not part unless it's torn you. Traffic lights going by - green and red. And lonely bed. I'm willing to do what has to be done. You are the one. Don't wait up for me. I'm electricity. I'm the sea. I'm 19 and I'm 43. I'm growning pains and regrets. I'm skinny legs and stupid pets. I'm cutting my hair. Taking your dare. I'm going nowhere. I'm learning to take care of myself. Then I'll take care of you. This is the world from my little patch of ?. From my little slice of nowhere. Like every other place you've known - east of L.A. - west of Rome. It's home. It's home. (top) Cloned: My mind has gone blind. My head is like lead. My feet refuse to speak. My will has flipped the bill. My arms have lost their charm. My hair just isn't there. My legs are ?powder kegs?. My chest is in arrest. My heart wears a part. My toes are now my foes. My thoughts are parking lots. My ass is grass. I'm cloned. I'm cloned. I'm cloned. I'm cloned. I'm cloned. I'm cloned. (top) Swimsuit Season: Jack Frost is a gay man. He's happy as a lark, but Jack Frost is dead now. Deader than winter. Deader than dark. It's swimsuit season. Everybody scream. The sun is shining. Get your blisterine. Cardinal-faced boys and a popsicle dream. It's swimsuit season. Everybody scream. I put a box around November. Took July down off the shelf. Put my leg through Bermuda. That's where it all went to hell. It's swimsuit season Everybody scream. The bugs are biting. Get your blisterine. Cardinal-faced boys and a popsicle dream. It's swimsuit season. Everybody scream. It's swimsuit season. Everybody scream. My face is burning from the blisterine. Cardinal-faced boys ain't got nothin' on me. It's swimsuit season. Everybody scream. (top) Sleepy: Rosey didn't like the equipment was dry. It blew up in her eye and she got sleepy. She's floating on a cloud of zzzs. She's buzzing like a basket full of motorcyle bees. But she's wide awake in her own dreams where she is never sleepy. The race is going well. Not a savior's chance in hell. He couldn't lose unless he fell. He just got sleepy. He's runnin' down a train of zzzs. Chugging like a basket full of motorcycle bees. But he's wide awake in his own dream, where he is never sleepy. The kids are finally grown. My wife - God rest her soul. My life is now my own, but I'm so sleepy. I'm holding on to all my dreams. Buzzing like a basket full of motorcycle bees. Where everything is made for me and I am never sleepy. (top) . Oblivions Pearl: Closer to the edge of the world. The moon shines like oblivion's pearl exposing you and everything silverlined, aching I'm falling into the sky. Pennies on my eyes. I'm falling into the sky to be with you tonight. You're brighter than the heavens are. So brilliant, so very far in, closer to the firmament. You bow your head or dreams get bent. I'm falling into the sky. Wishes on my eyes. I'm falling into the sky to be with you tonight. You wonder if I think of you. I miss you now. I always do. A million years of light go by. You're still here stopping time. I'm falling into the sky. Kisses on my eyes. I'm falling into the sky to be with you tonight. I'll be with you tonight. (top) The Weed Song: (a/k/a Weed out the Week) There's a puzzle in the sky and my face is on fire. I could jump ship but my feet don't float. The orcherstra prince and the catacomb queen. Three more days 'til we weed out the week. The soup is dry and my eyes won't cry. A little bird left an egg in my hand. As loud as a trumpet, as fast as a greek. Two more days 'til we weed out the week. Stoned... that's my favorite thing. Getting stoned... weeding out the week. Stoned... it's what I like to do. All alone... or maybe with you. Nonsense is as nonsense does. The curatin came down just a minute too late. The liquor won't serve and the puppet can't speak. One more day 'til we weed out the week. It was a flutter start, it was a Tuesday heart. The band let up when the clock hit Mary. An ounce of fate for a pauper's peace. Don't look now but weed out the week. Stoned... that's my favorite thing. Getting stoned... weeding out the week. Stoned... it's what I like to do. All alone... or maybe with you. ...maybe with you. (top) Pencil Me In: I finally understand that love isn't pure, but it will endure. There will be no cure. It's Calamity Jane. A shock to the brain. It's Calamity Bill. The future is still. It's the color of space of against her face that I can't replace. I'm a sea full of shells, a porcelain well. No one can brake me now. It's Calamity Jane. A shock to the brain. It's Calamity Bill. The future is still. It's the color of space against her face that I won't replace I finally understand that love has no end. But it's wearing me thin. Could you pencil me in? Could you pencil me in? (top) . Bus Commerical: I don't wanna stay home today. I wanna get away. I'll meet you anywhere you want, just say. I'm talking about the go there, the get there. Nobody's stopping you. Riding the bus is something everybody can do. Going to the mall, the parties, concerts - hit 'em all (y'all). Barton Springs. (What?) You've got the music, the phones, the bass pumping, the party thumping. The party don't stop. Metroline is off the block. No matter where you go, no matter where you're from, if you're riding, then you're getting it done. I'm talkin' about the disco, the record store, everywhere you wanna go. Come with us. Ride the bus. You've got a ride. You've got a ride. And you can go anywhere you want with me. (top) . All songs written by Billy Harvey. © "It Ain't Heavy Songs", ASCAP 2003. |
