Dancer Six

Okay. This is the arc of lyrics i wrote to hopefully use for whatever this new band may be. But i really just wrote them to deal with everything i was feeling at the time. Some were written when things were good, some of them were written when things were bad. Dancer 6666 was her profile name on that website (she was born in '66. She should have just used 666.) Please give me your feedback; good, indifferent, or negative.

Dancer Six

1. Dancer Six

2. The day the Prozac died

3. Eat Something

4. Dancer Six part ii

5. Bat Shit Crazy

6. Tomorrow Ever Comes

7. Scorched Eath Policy (instru)

8. Dancer Six part iii

DANCER SIX

you like to drink coffee

before you open your eyes

you like to tell stories

peppered with lies

I 've never met you

but i knew you were there

i couldn't forget you

or the smell of your hair

some thing's aren't possible

but some things they are

some things are not probable

but you still get in the car

when the car stops you get out

and you do what you do

the whole thing's inside out

but something pulls you through

like the wall in the bar

that gives way to a bed.

and when you bet from afar

you can't use your head

Out of the way

by the side of the road

there's nothing to say

....And that's why you drove

THE DAY THE PROZAC DIED

the day the Prozac died

the day the Prozac died

i was sitting with a book

one look was all it took

i was hoping for a reprieve

because love is all we need

the day the Prozac died

the day the Prozac died

I thought i saw you there

with these petals in your hair

i just spent the day...

there was nothing i could say

the day the Prozac died

the day the Prozac died

the witches stirred the pot

and the gates of hell were hot

the father's all were ghosts

and we all turned into goats

the day the Prozac died

the day the Prozac died

the day the Prozac died

the day the Prozac died

EAT SOMETHING

that's what she said

Eat something

or else you'll be dead

Eat something

it's not a lot

Eat something

this world's all we got

eat something

chicken or beef

eat something

fish or chopped meat

eat something

maybe a salad

eat something

it can't be that bad

eat something

i'll bake you a cake

eat something

wash it down with a shake

eat something

i know where you've been

eat something

open your mouth and put in

DANCER SIX part ii

I met her by the tortuga pond

in Atocha Station

she took my breath away

and caught my fascination

so many miles from home

to meet a Brooklyn Girl

North Jersey was my home

...Back in another world

I felt like I had known her

for so much longer than a day

and that's when I decided

that maybe this time I would stay

TOMORROW EVER COMES

i can't remember the time

i can remember the place

But in time gone behind

I remember your face

Tomorrow

Ever Comes

Tomorrow

Ever comes

i remember that feeling

lost and at sea

And the sun sends you reeling

til you're finally free

Warm and at home

in the comfort of bed

Soley alone

with the thoughts in your head

Tomorrow

Ever Comes

Tomorrow

Ever comes

I lost the map

and the compass is gone

it was all just dumb crap

turn the page and move on

i got my own say

i'll get there on my own

i'll pay my own way

and i'm not alone

tomorrow ever comes

tomorrow ever comes

BAT SHIT CRAZY

what were you thinking?

just tell me how

we were laughing and singing

how did we get to now?

it all happened so fast

and i was a fool

and you were deceptive,

sexy and cool

and i lost my way

and i lost my heart

don't think i d be gay

but it could be a start

and i wish i could save you

but i know that i can't

so i'll just forget you

... after i rant

i hope you'll be happy

when you forget about all this

and we've both moved on

but you're totally bat shit....

Bat Shit Crazy

Crazy

Crazy

Crazy

Bat Shit Crazy

Your Crazy

Crazy

Crazy

DANCER SIX part iii

it's more than once

but not enough

build a fence

or blow it up

Dancer Six

sometimes she's not there

sometimes in the sticks

sometimes she's every where

the puzzle fell apart

you picked up the pieces

the apple's kind of tart

but you did what you needed

Dancer Six

sometimes she's so square

it comes down brick by brick

with all that dust in the air...

I sat there like a turnip

unsure what to do

it's like i talk ancient sanskrit

...and there's only you