A song about falling in love when you travel.
Excess Baggage Download this song! (1 Mb) Love is a bulky item It keeps popping out of my suitcase Like a great big woolly sweater Like a hole in the tube of my toothpaste And I wish I'd left it with the cat Where it couldn't cause me pain Cos I'm travellin' light, I'm travellin' bright I'm jumping from train to train And I see you lying beside me And you tell me I'm not for you You say I'm just a passing train And you're a station I'm passing through And we share a joke about the way we met Surfing for love on the internet And how we found each other at a border post And together we walked from coast to coast And I think I'd stop, dead in my tracks Throw my ticket away If you held me close and looked me in the eye And suggested I extend my stay |
Love is a bulky
item I'm paying time and time again I'm paying for excess baggage And it's giving me a shoulder pain And you tell me again in case I didn't hear That for you I'm not the one And I go to lift that great big bag And shit, it weighs a ton Cos everything inside is wet wet wet Wet with a thousand tears And I try I try to get my love to dry so I can Face those travelling fears Of returning alone with no one home Cos nobody met my train And a great big bag with a warning tag that says I've been it I've seen it But what have I gained? Words and Music Copyright 2003 Lynette Chiang |
Ever felt this way?
The One View Ocopa Orphanage clip I used this song in my 16,000 Feet on a Friday DVD, for the Peru orphanage we visited in 2004. I'm not the one with the golden hair I'm not the one with skin so smooth I'm not the one with the eyes of blue I'm not the one who'll always seem like somebody new I am the one you can curl up inside I am the one who sees the part of you that's died I am the one who flinches when you're in pain I am the one who will walk with you talk with you in the rain I'm not the one who can read your mind I'm not the one you've searched everywhere to find I'm not the one who'll impress your folks I'm not the one who'll always laugh at your jokes I am the one who holds you when others let go I am the one who knows your sorrow I am the one who shivers when you are cold I am the one who'll be there beside you when we're old I'm not the one who makes the young boys weep I'm not the one who'll always light your fire I'm not the one dropped from heaven above I'm not the one who'll stop you searching for someone to love I'm not the one who'll be your other half I am the one who'll be your other whole Words and Music Copyright 2003 Lynette Chiang All Rights Reserved |
The very first song I ever wrote ...
Song for Jungle Boy Download Studio version (2.8 Mb, recorded in 2000 in Costa Rica, with people who can actually play guitars) Download Unplugged version (3.5 Mb, recorded June 2006, impromptu version for a special friend; this is me sitting on a couch in an empty Wisconsin house with a borrowed guitar, a mike and Apple Garageband) = Lying here beside myself I feel your breath but it's just the just the breeze And the TV's talking but I'm not listening I'm waking up beside you high in the trees You don't love me You don't love me You don't love me and that's OK I tell myself I tell the walls I tell my guitar every day Yeah I'm
alright yeah I'm OK The longing comes
and the longing goes |
Yeah I'm alright
yeah I'm OK You got your life go your way And I do the things that I gotta do But in between it all I think of you I never want to
be
a pain I watch you
fly, free as a bird |
Strange things that happen with email and distance ...
We Left Our Love in Cyberspace Download this song! (1.3 Mb) Three years ago
we
met by chance And then you were
gone hitching down the road Though we
couldn't
hold each other
|
Then one sunny
day, we finally met We stood naked and strange, face to face And though the sun shone bright we shivered in the light We'd left our love in cyberspace Cyberspace is
where the people are fine |
And now for a cheery 12 bar blues number ...
One night stand dragged out to a year I try to write this song But I can't even begin To make sense of how I'm feeling How I'm burning up deep within My head tells me it's over My heart tells me the same But you keep on renting that little old space In my body my soul and my brain I'm just a walking talking empty shell The juice is all drained away Sucked out by a one-nite love That came and went and came and went and came and went away I stepped out on that slippery ledge And fell down six flights of stairs I sprained both ankles and knocked me out cold On just another of those empty affairs Just a one nite stand dragged out to a year A one nite stand, no love or hate or fear A one nite stand it should have been clear A one night stand dragged out to a year Just a one nite stand not a life career A one nite stand, not worth shedding tear A one night stand no reason to cheer Just a one nite stand dragged out to a year Words and Music Copyright 2000 Lynette Chiang |
A song about my experience as a foreigner living in Costa Rica from 1999-2000. Mae, pronounced mah-hee, means 'dude' or buddy' and the Ticos (Costa Ricans)
use it every second or third word.
Mae (Español)
Encontré un
hombre en San Jose Me dijo mae
Encontré
una chica en Escazu Me dijo mae
Hay un lugar
mágico y no hay ejército Te dicen mae
|
Mae
(English) I met a man in San Jose His smile was like the sun He said, mae, come to my house in the hills Meet my wife and my kids and my mum I waited for him in Paseo Colon I waited til the sun went down I waited til the pulperias shut their doors And the periferica bus stopped going round He said mae
I met a woman in
Escazu She said mae
There is a magic
place where there is no army They tell you mae
|
A poem I wrote in England, in 1997, at age 34, when a little girl sat beside me in a car in a nondescript town called Slough. It was the first and last time I was every clucky.
I put my arm around a little girl to keep her warm I rub her stockinged legs briskly with my palms Her bony little shoulders poke through her acrylic shawl She pipes up and tells me who cuts her hair Detailed instructions, how to get there from her house A tiny little voice not often heard I suddenly think I want to take you shopping in Slough I want to walk along the pavement holding your tiny hand I want to lie with you on your patchwork quilt Being silly Just hanging around while you grow a little Just rubbing your stockinged legs to keep you warm |
I didn't write
this, but it's one of the few forwarded pieces of crap that actually
struck a
chord with me, thanks to my friend Vince MacKenzie, Bike Friday
distributer
in England. Read it, look at each of your friends and work out if they
are
a reason, a season or a lifetime. Then you might not get so
pissed off
with them.
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When You figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on. When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season. LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway); and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. Thank you for being a reason or a season - you're part of the rest of my life. |