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When a Woman Shines Her Love on You
Kenn Amdahl
If you think that you understand
You just don’t know how the game is played
She’ll turn and smile and touch your hand
There won’t be a word that you can say
You can say that you’ll use your mind
But it’s your heart that you’re bound to lose
Her kiss is gonna strike you blind
When a woman shines her love on you.
You can run around and spend your time
Chasing pretty faces in the crowd.
They’ll just laugh at you, they know your kind
They’ll watch you thrash and flail and let you drown
But when a woman sees a man she likes
That’s a horserace of a different hue
You’ll be on the floor without a fight
When a woman shines her love on you.
Doesn’t matter if you’re rich or smart
Young or old, it’s all the same
Read your lines and you play your part
And bow your head when she says your name.
You may think that you’re made of steel,
Immune to magic and too old to care
No feelings that you want to feel
No secrets that you need to share.
But there is someone who will see through that
Who’ll make you smile when you’re feeling blue
You just follow and don’t look back
When a woman shines her love on you.
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Rememberin' You
03:28
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Remembering You
Kenn Amdahl (capo 2)
G D Em
1 Last night someone walked by who wore your perfume
C G D
Then driving home alone I heard your song
G D Em
Don't believe I ever would have started loving you
C G D
If I'd known I'd feel this way before too long
C D
But you said we would be good together
G Em
No one can be strong forever
G D G
Now I wake up remembering you
chorus Em D
Rememberin' you, rememberin' you
G D
Late at night a memory just won't do
C D G Em
Rememberin' you… after all that we've been through
G D G
I still wake up every morning remembering' you
2 Well there's a fine line dividing friends and strangers
And friends become lovers oh so fast
Love is the world's great rearranged
But it seems like nothing quite that good can last
Friends'll change and lovers leave
I've forgotten a lot but I still believe
I still wake up every morning remembering' you
Chorus
Instrumental
Bridge:
C G
Golden rings can lose their luster
D Em
But memories shine on and on
C G
Love'll take your hand but you cant trust her
D D7
If you don't hold her now, she'll be gone
Repeat first verse.
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Little Bit Left in the Bottle
Kenn Amdahl
Ooh the little bit left in the bottle
Gonna make you feel alright
Oh, the little bit left in the bottle
Gonna make it last all night
Smoke and fire by the railroad track
Burns your eyes while it warms your back
Listen to the men in the ragged clothes
The stories linger, the faces come and go.
This morning’s news is pale and thin
Inside your shirt it helps block the wind
You watch the cars on the overpass
Driving home and they’re driving fast
You say the words you don’t believe:
“Appearances they can deceive”
Well, it’s true: they’ll think I’m you
How much bad luck could you stand
Before you shiver where I am?
Well you’ll see: they’ll think you’re me.
The darkness gives and the darkness steals
You never know what the night conceals
Live on edge and die alone
Spend your days reinventing home.
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4. |
Morning Take Me
03:05
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Morning Take Me
Kenn Amdahl
My woman took a trip
I told her take a tiny talisman
To keep the evil spirits away
But when she left, she made a slip
She slipped the tiny talisman
Beneath my door before she went away
The evil spirit in a woman’s heart is hard to understand
She’ll stand and laugh until a man can lose his mind
My woman’s gone, the boat she’s on
Headed for the Caribbean
Find all the evil spirits she can find
Morning take me down to the water
River take me away.
Morning take me down to the water
River take me away.
Don’t it seem natural when you love a woman
She should love you back
Don’t it seem right she’d want to treat you good?
But the women like to look around
Can’t be content with what they found
A woman’s heart is made of mango wood
You do the best you can do
Then a river boat will take her away from you
Morning take me down to the water
River take me away.
Morning take me down to the water
River take me away.
I loved my lady like I love my life but my lady
Loved me back just likes a lizard likes a snake
I gave her all my money, sweetened up her tea with honey
She hit me with a wet fish in the face
She left me flat, she left me cold
She left no note upon my door
She left me crying, trying to find my mistake
My woman’s gone, the boat she’s on
Is heading for some Caribbean
City of young men down by a lake
Morning take me down to the water
River take me away.
Morning take me down to the water
River take me away.
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Floating
03:12
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Floating
Kenn Amdahl
Floating, no controlling, slowly rolling round and round
Flying without trying and there is no light or sound
Time is just a box we travel through while we are lost
Life is just a place we visit on our way through space.
Falling, we’re all falling, no one calling out your name
Rising, realizing that the two are much the same
Time is just a box we travel through while we are lost
Life is just a place we visit on our way through space.
Sleeping, we’re all sleeping and we don’t know how to wake
Dreaming is just seeing all the choices we may make.
Time is just a box we travel through while we are lost
Life is just a place we visit on our way through space.
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Tarantula
03:16
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Tarantula
Kenn Amdahl
Tarantula walking on the desert sand
He doesn’t see the sun and he doesn’t see the man
Doesn’t need to think to understand
The darkness that is coming
Thirsty, thirsty—give me water, I’m dying
Pleading mercy, I’m alive like you and crying please---
I’m just thirsty
My legs can’t crawl up a spider cage
I crawl round and round but there is no shade
Can’t escape but I will not stay
And the world goes turning round me
Lonely, aching, is there no one here who hears me?
All your sounds are laughter but I see your eyes fear me
And I’m just thirsty.
Middle of the day and there is no sun
There’s just one dance I’ve never done
Can’t explain but the time has come
And the aching turns to burning.
Slowly swaying, all my legs constrict around me
Wind is playing the spider death dance and I say I’m free
From being thirsty.
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Jooky Jango
03:13
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Jooky Jango
Kenn Amdahl
Polly got a pretty good pile of papayas
Molly got many, many mangoes
Pretty Louise she’s got no fruit to squeeze
But if you ask her pretty please she might tango
Sister MaryAnne sells shrimp in a pan
Johnny got a ukele-banjo
He’ll play you a verse, but he knows what it’s worth
He wants that jooky jooky jooky jooky jango.
Jook jooky jooky jango
Jook jooky jooky jango
Jook jooky jooky jango
Jooky jooky jooky jooky jango
Now if you come down there’s
A market in the town square
Buy anything you can imagine
A T shirt or banana, a lemur or a yam
A hook or book or Cadillac sedan fin
They love it when you shop
You can bargain til you drop
But no matter what direction you go
The prices are elastic
But they do not care for plastic
They like jooky jooky jooky jooky jango.
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Seven White Horses
02:41
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Seven White Horses
Kenn Amdahl
Seven white horses flying through the night
Seven white horses dancing with delight
A black coach creaking as it rattles down the road
Seven white horses will carry me home.
Well I was born on the outskirts of some godforsaken town
With the wind whistling round me and the rain drizzling down.
The gypsy girl who found me said, “Baby don’t you cry
I know your mama was the earth and your daddy was the sky.”
Well I’ve been drunk at midnight and I’ve been stoned at noon
I’ve been broke and out of work but then I’ve been in love too
I’ve been lucky as the Devil, I’ve been burned down to my bones
But there’s seven white horses will carry me home.
Won’t you tell all my friends on the streets when I die
I lived the life I wanted, I didn’t let too much slip by
You can mourn if you want to, you can cry if you’re alone
But there’s seven white horses will carry me home.
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Stars Won't Speak
03:19
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Stars Won’t Speak
Kenn Amdahl
The stars won’t speak and the moon won’t glow
The clouds are lost and I’m far below
The night’ll wonder but it won’t know
What to do
Without you.
Wild wind dance and shout
The candle flickers I blow it out
Voices whisper in my ear
I close my eyes and pretend you’re here
The fire died and in its place
There’s just a wisp of smoke and I see your face
It’s cold, cold, everywhere
I close my eyes and I don’t care.
Now when I dream I leave this place
I’m with the stars out in space
There is no path, there is no plan
You call my name and you hold my hand
But when I wake there’s only snow
It burns my eyes and I’m all alone
I can’t talk, I can’t move
I can’t make my mind let go of you.
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11. |
Last Month of the Year
03:11
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Last Month of the Year
Kenn Amdahl
We got no snow, got no ice
No sleigh bell here in paradise
But holiday is a state of mind
It’s the last month of the year.
Sing a Christmas song if you know one
Down at the beach build a wet-sand snowman
Sail on your boat til you can’t see land
The last month of the year.
It’s the last month of the year,
It’s the last month of the year
It’s the last month of the year
It’s the last month of the year.
Sing a song with all your spirit
You’re gonna find joy when you give it
And it’s growing, don’t you feel it
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Everywhere you go
Everywhere I go
Everywhere we go
You got to pay for the piper fill your cup
Find a pretty girl, give her a hug
Dance with a child wear out the rug
It’s the last month of the year.
When we meet on the street won’t you shake my hand
Let’s laugh out loud while we can
When you get a little older you’ll understand
The last month of the year.
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Kenn Amdahl Eugene, Oregon
Poetic songs and fine finger-picking. Kenn Amdahl is best known as the author of "funny books on dull subjects." His book “There Are No Electrons” inspired all the books for Dummies. A reformed guitar teacher, he's also been playing finger-style guitar & writing songs for over 50 years. His songs are accessible and hummable, but usually not funny. ... more
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