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LYRICS FROM “TPFB”
“YEAH, YOU”
“GUCCI BLUES”
“THAT COULD’VE BEEN MY LIFE”
“SUNDAY”
“ROME (WASN’T BUILT IN A DAY)”
“MAPLE STREET”
“(GET DOWN) TO THE GET DOWN”
“21 TO 17”
“SO SCORPIO”
“DIE FOR LOVE”
“AWAY”

 

“YEAH, YOU”
© 2010 Paula Franceschi (SESAC)
From the album “TPFB” by The Paula Franceschi Band

I never learned to read between the lines
Nobody taught me how to see the signs
Till something touched me and I suddenly knew

I saw you
Yeah, you
I noticed you,
Yeah, you

I thought I caught you stealing glances my way
I felt you trying to figure something to say
Our eyes can’t hide what’s tantalizingly true

It’s you
Yeah, you
Me and you
Yeah yeah, you

Stars started falling and birds started calling
Just like in some corny cartoon
Our hearts were beating fast
I prayed this night would last
It’s mighty clear, I want you near

I didn’t care if it was winter or spring
I gave no thought to what tomorrow might bring
Tonight’s the night my dear, before this night is through

I’ll be with you
Yeah, you
I’ll be with you
Yeah yeah, you

Stars started falling and birds started calling
Just like in some corny cartoon
Our hearts were beating fast
I prayed this night would last
It’s mighty clear, I need you near

I didn’t care if it was winter or spring
I gave no thought to what tomorrow might bring
Tonight’s the night my dear, before this night is through

I’ll be with you
Yeah yeah, you
I’ll be with you
Yeah yeah, you
Married to you
Yeah yeah, you …
Only you, only you

“GUCCI BLUES”
© 2010 Paula Franceschi (SESAC)
From the album “TPFB” by The Paula Franceschi Band

I took you downtown, baby
To buy you some shoes
You put ‘em on
Walked away
Gave me the
Gucci Blues
In your Gucci shoes

Ain’t gonna buy you another thing
Till you buy me a wedding ring

I took you down and bought you
A Pierre Cardin suit
Oh, but the sales-boys flocked around you, Hon
You looked too cute
In your Cardin suit

Ain’t gonna buy you another thing
Till you buy me a wedding ring

I took you down and bought you
An Italian car
Some Vuitton luggage,
Thinking we could go far
Gold Dunhill lighter
For your Cuban cigar
Oh, but you packed and left for L.A.
‘Cause you think you’re a movie star
(Well, with my clothes on your back, maybe you are)

Ain’t gonna buy you another thing
Ain’t gonna let you charge a single thing
Ain’t gonna buy you a thing
Till you buy me a wedding ring

“THAT COULD’VE BEEN MY LIFE”
© 2010 Paula Franceschi (SESAC)
From the album “TPFB” by the Paula Franceschi Band

That could’ve been my life
That could’ve been me
That could’ve been my life
We could’ve been ‘we’.

I see the chapel at the bottom of the valley
I see the watchtower up on the hill
I see the wedding party dancing out the door down there
Up here a lonely man is standing still

How can you cry
When there’s no hearts left to be broken?
Why do you stay
While your future’s slipping away?
You better fly
Don’t deny the shape of tomorrow
Sorrow is cold comfort
At the end of the day

I see Atlantis at the bottom of the ocean
I see Ulysses all lost at sea
I see the Sirens singing songs to sailor-boys
Out here the ship-wrecked souls are calling me
They’re calling me

How can you cry
When your heart’s already been broken?
Why do you stay
While your future’s slipping away?
You better fly
Don’t deny the shape of tomorrow
Sorrow is cold comfort
At the end of the day

That could’ve been my life
That could’ve been me
That could’ve been my life
We could’ve been ‘we’
That could’ve been my life
That could’ve been me
That could’ve been my life
We could’ve been ‘we’

Could’ve been….could’ve been….that could’ve been my life.

“SUNDAY”
© 2011 Paula Franceschi (SESAC)
From the album “TPFB” by the Paula Franceschi Band

Anywhere you go, my heart will follow
Anywhere you fly, that’s where I wanna be
I don’t wanna know, where you go on Monday
Just as long as Sunday, you’re sitting here with me

Six days of the week he leads another life
A bunch of kiddies maybe, or maybe another wife
He’s like a super-secret spy on the fly from the F.B.I

That’s not for me to say, oh no, my heart will follow
Anywhere he flies, that’s where I wanna be
I don’t wanna know, where you go on Monday
Just as long as Sunday, you’re sitting here with me

Call me a fool
But I don’t want to be
Oh, but time, time just stands still
Until you’re next to me

(Guitar Solo)

My baby don’t fly like Superman
My baby’s from Never-Never Land
My baby don’t hide
My baby don’t lie
My baby don’t cry for me

Anywhere he goes, my heart will follow
Anywhere he flies, that’s where I wanna be
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna know, no no no, where you go on Monday
Just as long as Sunday, you’re sitting here with me

Oh, my baby don’t hide, my baby don’t fly, my baby don’t lie, my baby don’t fly, my baby don’t cry, cry for me
My baby don’t cry, my baby don’t cry for me

I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna know, no no no, where you go on Monday
Just as long as Sunday, you’re sitting here with me

“Rome”
© 2010 Paula Franceschi (SESAC)
From the album “TPFB” by The Paula Franceschi Band

They say it takes time to fit the rhythm to the rhyme
That’s something everyone knows
I hear it takes years to find the laughter in the tears
That’s just the way that it goes
Monuments to history remain a mystery
I kind of like it that way

The wonder of the world is when I’ll be your girl
Rome wasn’t built in a day
Rome wasn’t built in a day

The Hanging Gardens were a scene of delight
Back in Old Babylon
One lonely girl lies dreaming all night
Till she wakes up with the dawn
Sees the ships circling the Colossus of Rhodes
Sees her love sailing away

The wonder of the world is when I’ll be your girl
Rome wasn’t built in a day
Rome wasn’t built in a day

Poets like Euripides, Orpheus and Sophocles
Sang in a simple age
Take it or leave it, if you can believe it, it’s true
I think in times like these, boys like you and girls like me
Just gotta seize the day
Love it or lose it, if you don’t use it, you’re through

In Alexandria, there’s a harbor light
It’s like a beacon of hope
You know that down by the harbor there’s a lonely boy
He’s at the end of his rope
The Pyramids of Egypt were built on sand
Time hasn’t worn them away

The wonder of the world is when I’ll be your girl
Rome wasn’t built in a day
Rome wasn’t built in a day
You know that Rome, wasn’t built in a day
Rome wasn’t built in a day
Rome wasn’t built in a day
No, Rome wasn’t built in a day

“Maple Street”
© 2010 Paula Franceschi (SESAC) and Howie Simon (BMI)
From the album “TPFB” by The Paula Franceschi Band

It could just show up in your mail someday
When you mind is far away, and sweep you off your feet.
It starts with “Surprise! and goes on to surmise that your life’s complete.
Then he goes on to say “If it’s okay,
Maybe you could meet.”
He signs it “Ever yours,”
Opening forgotten doors,
And you admit defeat.

Come on pretty honey and be by my side
There’s nothing to fear, nothing to hide
Word on the street is, you’re ready to play
Ready to run away.

So won’t you run away girl, run-run back home to Maple Street.
Run away honey, run-run back home to Maple Street.

Take me tonight,
Make me tonight
Honey won’t you please?
You’re looking over your shoulder
At some old memories.
When your youth is gone, and we’ve both moved on,
Where will you be?
Tonight is our night, take me tonight, please.

Come on pretty honey and be by my side
There’s nothing to fear, nothing to hide
Word on the street is, you’re ready to play
Ready to run away.

Come on, run away girl, run-run back home to Maple Street.
Run away honey, run-run back home to Maple Street.
Run away girl, run-run back home to Maple Street.
Run away honey, run-run back home to Maple Street.

“(Get Down) To the Get Down”
© 2011 Paula Franceschi (SESAC) and Howie Simon (BMI)
From the album “TPFB” by The Paula Franceschi Band

In the morning when you wake up
You got to get down right away
Put your shoes on eat your dinner
You got to get down start the day

You got to get down to the get down
If you really, really want to roll
You got to get down to the get down
Get down to the bottom of your soul

In the noon-time at the office
You got to get down earn your pay
Give some orders take some orders
You got to get down eight hours a day

You got to get down to the get down
When the times are tough and you had enough and you really want to roll
You got to get down to the get down
Get down to the bottom of your soul

Oh you work all night for a dollar a day
And what’ve you got to show?
3-D TV and a 4G telephone.
Years go by and you pay and pay
For a boat you’ll never own.
I’m beggin’ you, babe
You gotta get down.

(Guitar solo)

In the night-time sweet cool night-time
You got to set down, you been working enough
Kick your shoes off, eat some dinner
You got to get down with the one that you love.

You got to get down to the get down
When you’re in despair and there’s no-one there yet you really need to roll
You got to get down to the get down
Get down to the bottom of your soul…one more time
You got to get down to the get down
When the times are tough, you had enough, you really need to roll
You got to get down to the get down
Get down to the bottom of your soul…

“21 to 17”
© 2010 Paula Franceschi (SESAC)
From the album “TPFB” by The Paula Franceschi Band

You spent last night driving, I spent it writing
Pouring out my heart to you
There behind the wheel, you don’t know how it feels
To break a heart for you

Wish I had your self-control
Wish I had your self-esteem
Mama says you’re way too old
21 to 17

Looking out my window, cold rain falling
Roads are slick as hell tonight
You’re on the mountain, I keep counting
The hours till I see you tonight

Danger is your middle name
Danger’s where you long to be
I play a waiting game
21 to 17

I know when you go away from me
Nothing is real or the same
I know you’ll go far from me
Again

You don’t want to save me, I can’t even blame you
You got better things to do
Wide world calling, I keep falling
Deep in love with you

Guess I wasn’t right for you
Too many miles between
Just too young for you
21 to 17
21 to 17

“So Scorpio”
© 2010 Paula Franceschi (SESAC) and Howie Simon (BMI)
From the album “TPFB” by the Paula Franceschi Band

Oh, the drums are beating
Out the rock and roll
Drummer’s overheating
Body and Soul
Under the hot lights
Working it out
Making me hot nights
Making me shout

Oh, he’s so
Yeah, he’s so
Oh, he’s so
Yeah, he’s so
He’s so Scorpio

When I see him I want him
It’s hard to hear no
If he’s worth having
It’s so hard to let go
I could say that I love him
How the hell would I know
You see, I’m so
So Scorpio

He’s so Scorpio
Scorpio
Scorpio
Scorpio
Scorpio
Scorpio
Scorpio
Scorpio
He’s so Scorpio

“Die For Love”
© 2011 Paula Franceschi (SESAC)
From the album “TPFB” by The Paula Franceschi Band

Spend my nights, just walking and talking
Spend my days, just wasting my time
I can’t live, if living is without you
It’s not desire until you burn
It’s not romance unless you yearn
It’s not real unless you
Die for Love

Oh! Give me one more chance to find a reason
Oh! Give me one more chance to try
Oh! Give me one more kiss and I’ll be leaving
I can’t go on with all this pain
I cannot live if love’s in vain
It’s not real so I’ll just
Die for Love

(Guitar Solo)

Here’s your chance to put your cards on the table
It’s my turn to put my heart on the line
Here’s your chance to tell the truth if you’re able
I’m not forgetting all those years
I’m just regretting all the tears
Did I really have to
Die for Love?

Oh! Give me one more chance to find a reason
Oh! Give me one more chance to try
Oh! Give me one more kiss and I’ll be leaving
I can’t go on with all this pain
I cannot live if love’s in vain
It’s not real so I’ll just
Die for Love

“AWAY“
© 2011 Paula Franceschi (SESAC)
From the album “TPFB” by The Paula Franceschi Band

The dogs were dozing on the lawn
The birds consorted in the trees
The rose contentedly declined
But all I saw were angry skies
All I heard were sad goodbyes
You take the sun each time you run away
Away…..

The ice-cream vendor plowed the sand
The kids cavorted in the seas
Sun-drunk lovers gaily twined
But all I heard were frightened screams
All I saw were dying dreams
The sky turns gray each time you fly away…

So, banish the clouds
Exile the rain
And give me back my summer day again.
Banish the clouds
Exile the rain
And give me back my summer day again.

(Guitar solo)

Banish the clouds
Exile the rain
And give me back my summer day again.
Banish the clouds
Exile the rain
And give me back my summer day again.
Banish the clouds
Exile the rain
And give me back my summer day again.

Give me back my summer day
Give me back my summer day
Give me back my summer day
Give me back
Give me back
Banish the clouds….Exile the rain……