I’ve posted the lyrics of my cabaret/theater_song trilogy: WAITIN’
For other lyrics please contact me at susanjfeingold@gmail.com unless suddenly get more ambitious, than I think I am – too busy writing new music.
Cabaret:
TWO WEEKS PASSIN’
When I quit my almost husband
he gave a book to me
It said I always will remember
What I meant you to be
Two weeks passin
You get to feel what you feel
Two weeks passin
what in the Hell did you deal
When I said DAMN I’ll be your ba-a-a–by
He wasn’t anymore free
Two weeks passin
ya get to know your soul
Only two weeks passin
Cause you were on a roll
When I said DAMN I’ll be your ba-a-a-a-by
He wasn’t anymore free
Cause he was already married and that was the end of me
Waitin’ Again
Waitin’ Again lyrics
Another day goes by
and nothin’ comes in.
I don’t need no watch,
no alarm clock.
I’m just a waitin’
just a waitin’
Silence glidin’
Sounds so deaf’nin.
Not a single ring,
but I know that he’s readin my ee’s
Another week of ‘speriments.
My anger ferments,
And I’m not really one of the meek
So I say – get lost!
Turn yourself inside out
Turn yourself outside in
This game is over.
I win!
And then he answered.
And I began to laugh
Yes he made me laugh
Because he made me laugh
I found myself waitin’ agin.
Old Love
VERSE 1
I once knew an as-tro-phy-si-cist.
We looked up at the sky
And held each o-ther.
Spoken!
We were an item for a while
VERSE 2
Af-ter-wards he did not fo-cus
what did he want me to seem
Was I once ‘pon a mis-tress
in a pri-vate dream?
VERSE 3
I went to live in an ex-o-tic coun-ter-y
He ac-tual-ly came and lec-tured there
Not know-ing what my mar-ried name might be
He di-dn’t even try to ask for me!
AND SO WE NEVER MET AGAIN.
VERSE 4
OLD LOVE, OLD LOVE
OLD LOVE, OLD LOVE
Has it the fla-vor of stale cof-fee
Bet-ter to let it be.
OLD LOVE, OLD LOVE
Our me-mo-ries glitter with youth,
Bet-ter to let them be.
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