11, 000 Days

11 Thousand days we’Äôve spent together,
11 Thousand days we’Äôve spent together you and me,
through the sun and the rain,
our love remains the same,
and after all this time I must conclude,
I want 11, 000 days again with you,

I was 5 years old when I first met you,
you were honor roll I was on skid row, in our 1 room school,
then time went on and our first song
at the Junior High Prom was Stairway To Heaven,

11 Thousand days we’Äôve spent together,
11 Thousand days we’Äôve spent together you and me,
through the sun and the rain,
our love remains the same,
and after all this time I must conclude,
I want 11 Thousand days again with you,
Fast forward to High School Graduation,
you were a high class doll,
I was a skinny leg musician type
and I sang you songs
in the back of your momma’Äôs car singing’Äô
’ÄúYou look Wonderful Tonight’Äù,¬Ý

you know it’Äôs true we’Äôve had our disagreements
and our fights, the love that we have grown
is the achievement of my life,
God gave you as my wife.¬Ý
and no matter what may come
I want 11,000 days again with you.

All lyrics & music written by¬Ý
Tom Thompson & Marc Little © 2008

I Like Beer and You Like Wine

Well it may be true that women are from Venus,
and drunk men act like their from Mars,
but hey honey, I’Äôll meet you half way if I can avoid a fight,
yea I like beer and honey you like wine,¬Ý

Now honey there really is an art to drinking beer,
I’Äôll add another dead soldier to your shrine,
but we just don’Äôt seem to get each other’Äôs vibe,
yea I like beer and honey you like wine,

(Chorus)
I Like Beer and You Like Wine
you say my work close are smelly,
I’Äôd say that black dress sure makes your butt look fine,
you’Äôre takin’Äô shots at my Buddha-belly,
yea you can dress this boy up
but I ain’Äôt goin’Äô to some high-falutin’Äô
high class culture club, heck no, we¬Ý won’Äôt go,
yea I like beer and honey you like wine, ¬Ý

Well I just brushed it off how I never send you flowers
I like Metallica, you just don't get Julio
Yea, I've been sinkin' suds with my buddies for hours
and I hope you freeze your butt off the dog-house is cold
Yea I like beer and Honey you like wine

Now I'm heading to the spa to get my eyebrows done
and I'll probably throw some cash on a case of dom perignon
My baby Christened one off the front of my truck
cause baby you always said I look hot when I'm mad
Yea I like beer and Honey you like wine

(Chorus)
I Like Beer and You Like Wine
you say my work close are smelly,
I’Äôd say that black dress sure makes your butt look fine,
you’Äôre takin’Äô shots at my Buddha-belly,
yea you can dress this boy up
but I ain’Äôt goin’Äô to some high-falutin’Äô
high class culture club, heck no, we¬Ý won’Äôt go,
yea I like beer and honey you like wine, ¬Ý

All lyrics & music written by Marc Little © 2008

Oh Oh Reality Show

Just a little hint how to mess up a kid,
stick him in front of the boob tube and
watch his I.Q. drop, like a rock.,

Oh plug me into my PS3,
all day long I’Äôm on my Wii,
there’Äôs not enough X’Äôs on my X Box,

Yea this is our family owned circus side freak show,
’ÄòCause this is the Oh Oh Reality,
Oh We got the Trailer Park Boys,
So You Think You Can Dance or The Pussy Cat Dolls
teach your kids how to sell their souls,

If they’Äôre treatin’Äô you like you’Äôre just some Joe Shmoe,
You got to fight back and let those little punks know,
this ain’Äôt a free ride so pack your stuff up and go,
you gotta stop drop and roll, Rock & Roll,¬Ý

Now¬Ý this is our family owned circus side freak show,¬Ý
no this ain’Äôt no Joe Shmoe,
’ÄòCause this is the Oh Oh Reality,
Oh We got the Trailer Park Boys,
So You Think You Can Dance or The Pussy Cat Dolls
teach your kids how to sell their souls,

Oh in the red corner Ozzie’Äôs still drulling’Äô
and his Cut- Man is Kiss’Äô Gene Simmons,
and it looks like a standing-8-Count,
it’Äôs goin’Äô to the judges and the fat lady sings,

’ÄòCause this is the Oh Oh Reality,
Oh We got The Trailer Park Boys,
So You Think You Can Dance or The Pussy Cat Dolls
teach your kids how to sell their souls

’Ä¢ All lyrics & music written by Marc Little ¬© 2008

Mother’Äôs Child
The Watermen

She would spin all around
like a child in that dress just to flirt,
she could laugh like no one was listening to her,
and she would love like she’Äôs never been hurt
and she would dance like no one was watching her,¬Ý

She would always hug Lola
just a little too tight,
she reliably gets away
when you though for sure she would loose the fight,
but she always looked beautiful
in the morning light,

yea, she’Äôs connected to the moon,
with her tears washing in like the tide,
and she’Äôs her Mothers’Äô Child,

She’Äôll always be her Mother’Äôs Child,
yea you know it’Äôs true,

Oh she’Äôs her Mother’Äôs Child
and sometimes you can see,
that hidden wicked side
but now she’Äôs wrapped in white as your bride,
yea, she’Äôs connected to the moon,
with her tears washing in like the tide,
and she’Äôs her Mothers’Äô Child,
She’Äôll always be her Mother’Äôs Child

All lyrics & music written by Marc Little © 2008

Get Through To You¬Ý
The Watermen

I wanna break through the crowd,
just to get to you,
I wanna dial your number and loose that busy tone,
just to get to you,

Tell me your secret code to pick open your locks,
I’Äôm gonna drive right over this damn traffic jam,
and climb over your barricade,
come flyin’Äô’Äô’Äô’Äô through your door,

’Äòcause I’Äôve got to get through to you,
yea you walked out on me before and left me all alone,¬Ý
’Äòcause I’Äôve got to get through to you,
you threw my stuff out on the lawn I’Äôm feeling’Äô all alone,¬Ý

I wanna be your messenger that brings good news to you,
I’Äôll be leading the cavalry at dawn ,
through the jungle and fog, just to get to you,

I’Äôll be your lifeboat when your ship is taking on water,
I’Äôll put this song on your ipod can you hear my heartbreak now,
put that cellphone down, yea you’Äôre dragging my heart down

’Äòcause I’Äôve got to get through to you,
yea you walked out on me before and left me all alone,¬Ý
’Äòcause I’Äôve got to get through to you,
you threw my stuff out on the lawn I’Äôm feeling’Äô all alone,¬Ý

’Ä¢ All lyrics & music written by Marc Little ¬© 2008

Long Road

I started out I was just a baby boy
I would cruise on momma's hardwood floors
I was rollin like a rollin stone
My big wheel kept a rollin on

I was flyin in my brain bucket
and there was no other rush like it
Saint Christopher was by my side
and Oh Lord what a crazy ride

it's an
l-o-n-g l-o-n-g r-o-a-d long long road
It's a long road
It's a long road

It's a long Road we're travellin on
We count the steps to that thin horizon
We can't reach it - it keeps getting farther and these
long days are wearin out my soul

yea It's a long Road we're ramblin on
can you tell which is north and south
If I had a known it was just an illusion from the heat of the sun
rising off the blacktop
It's a long road
It's a long road

I'm loosing ground in this high stakes race
Just tryin to keep it between the lines as my heart breaks
I pray the Lord I can keep the faith
Now the arrows pointing to empty on my fuel gage

Through the fog I see the checkered black & white
Is that a beacon or the jaws of life
Through the tunnel now I'm headin for the light
another casualty has lost the fight

it's an
l-o-n-g l-o-n-g r-o-a-d long long road
It's a long road
It's a long road

It's a long Road we're travellin on
We count the steps to that thin horizon
We can't reach it - it keeps getting farther and these
long days are wearin out my soul

yea It's a long Road we're ramblin on
can you tell which is north and south
If I had a known it was just an illusion from the heat of the sun
rising off the blacktop
It's a long road
It's a long road

All lyrics & music written by Marc Little © 2008

Crossroads
The Watermen

now I’Äôm standin’Äô alone at the crossroads,
Everything has led to this ,
Everything reminds me of you,
I’Äôve hurt everyone I know,
and now I’Äôm standin alone at the crossroads,

I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to singe your skin,
I guess your mom & dad were right
I have sunk to a new low
and now I’Äôm standin alone at the crossroads,

At the crossroads I threw in the towel,
At the crossroads I spent my final hour,

She looked at me with her black whole eyes,
I was overtaken by her disguise,
I was no spotless lamb as I was led to the slaughter, I sold my soul,
and now I’Äôm standin alone at the crossroads,

at the crossroads I threw in the towel,
at the crossroads I spent my final hour,
Now I’Äôm standin’Äô alone, Now I’Äôm standin’Äô alone

All lyrics & music written by Marc Little © 2008

Immuned
The Watermen

Your wrapped around her finger,
but were was she when we fought the war,
everyone wants to call you friend
Just so they can see them themselves in you

Now Your coast is clear,
but your mind is suicidal,
blood is flowing from the winepress
as high as a horse’Äôs bridle,

And they want you because their friends want you,
And they’Äôll try to carve their names in you,
but to them you are immuned,
immuned,

Now you cut through the mumble jumble,
because you’Äôre tougher than the rest,
Yea you know what it feels like to really bleed,
you’Äôre tired of living in fear
you know where it went wrong
yea they’Äôre gonna pay the piper,
you’Äôve been tried by fire,
no your not just a preacher,
we all know you want to touch her ,
you’Äôre hiding behind the choir,

And they want you, because their friends want you,
And they’Äôll try to carve their names in you, but to them you are immuned,
They want you, And they’Äôll try to carve their names in you,
but to them you are immuned,
They want you, Have no fear,
I’Äôll always be with you

All lyrics & music written by Marc Little © 2008

Armchair Warriors
The Watermen

we’Äôll spend half your money just to write a plan,
Oh and we’Äôll follow through with it even though it’Äôs a sham,
Because we can outsource it to Japan , Yes of course to Japan,

all across the land we’Äôre electing them,
armchair warriors,

cause we are armchair warriors,
We’Äôd rather talk , we can’Äôt do a thing,
we can’Äôt fix this mess
keep pointing ourfingers at the opposition,
Keep milking that cow till the well runs dry,
armchair warriors,
just trust me friends, just another tax,
another Jack paying tax They’Äôre pissing you off,
just bend over and take it, nothin’Äô wrong with Conrad Black

all across the land we’Äôre electing them, armchair warriors,

it’Äôs another media scrum inquiring about our world tour,
oh but it was crucial that we swap notes while we’Äôre robing¬Ý from the poor

all across the land we’Äôre electing them,
armchair warriors,

cause we are armchair warriors,
We’Äôd rather talk , we can’Äôt do a thing,
we can’Äôt fix this mess
keep pointing ourfingers at the opposition,
Keep milking that cow till the well runs dry,
armchair warriors,
just trust me friends, just another tax,
another Jack paying tax They’Äôre pissing you off,
just bend over and take it, nothin’Äô wrong with Conrad Black

All lyrics & music written by Marc Little © 2008

Something To Believe
The Watermen

I was blind, but now I see,
’Äòcause girl you’Äôve given this boy,
yea you give me somethin’Äô to believe,

Before we met girl I was in a sad sad state,
but then you cared for me yea you helped to set me free,
now I got my mojo, just want to let you know
that you’Äôre the one for me, yea I gotta let it show,

yea you give me somethin’Äô to believe,

Take my hand and understand,
believe in me and I believe in you,

When I had a bad day,
I get home you make it all go away,
girl you know it’Äôs true,
keep it pumpin, give me somethin’Äô to believe.

All lyrics & music written by Marc Little © 2008

Stay The Same
The Watermen

You’Äôre changin’Äô, you’Äôre only 3 years old,
slow down dear, ’Äòcause growin’Äô up is fool’Äôs gold,
Alphagetti is really all there is,
it’Äôs much more satisfying than showbiz,

and you’Äôre changing, such a beautiful flower,
and your smile is glowin’Äô through this rain show,
stay on that swing till the night falls down,
I’Äôll carry you on my shoulders,
if you promise you’Äôll stay small,

You’Äôre my sunshine through the rain shower,
you’Äôre the crowning Gold on the wild flowers,
just let your love flow down on this day,
please don’Äôt change, just stay the same,

I know you must grow up girl,
but let me spin you around and around,
our love was written in the Book of Life (Repeat Chorus).

and you’Äôre changing, such a beautiful flower,
and your smile is glowin’Äô through this rain show,
just let your love flow down on this day,
please don’Äôt change, just stay the same,

’Ä¢ All lyrics & music written by Marc Little ¬© 2008

Turn The Water Back To Wine
The Watermen

The first time I saw your face,
I felt my life begin anew,
We knew from that very day,
you’Äôd love me and I’Äôd love you,
but that was many years ago,
and that old world keeps crashin’Äô in,
let’Äôs not let a good thing die
all we have to do is try to not let love slip away.

Turn the Water Back to Wine,
It’Äôs not so very hard to do,
You know the Good Lord’Äôs on our side,
with his help we’Äôll make it through,
let’Äôs take a cottage by the Shore,
slow things down and spend some time,
let’Äôs not forget what really matters most,
turn the water back to wine,

we both know our love has stood the test of time,
we are the exeption not the rule,
we’Äôve both seen that love untended withers on the vine,
so let’Äôs not let our flame begin to cool,
I’Äôm begging you, Turn the Water Back to Wine,
We both know it’Äôs not too late,
I’Äôm gonna put that cell-phone down,
this time our jobs will have to wait,
let’Äôs just remember way back when
it was just you and me and time,
let’Äôs not forget what really matters most,
Turn the Water Back To Wine

All lyrics & music written by Tom Thompson © 2008

Dabbawala

All words and lyrics:Marc Little

I am your Dabbawala
and I want to feed you
I can be your lover like a deer who longs for water
I can be your dabbawala if you keep me warm

My journey is long and winding
I fear I might spill my treasure

’Äòcause I am your Dabbawala
and I want to be part of you (Dabbawala)

I am your Dabbawala
and I want to feed you
In the promised land it tastes like milk & honey
I’Äôll be your Dabbawala and dwell in your soul

My journey is long and winding
I fear I might spill my treasure

’Äòcause I am your one love
I can fly like a peaceful dove

Wired

All words and lyrics:Marc Little/Magada Records

When we were born, we were wired to our mothers. Connected to the true vine and not this jungle.
Baby is your mid-drift USB compatible? or baby do you need some kind of adaptation?

You look wired? are you tired?
We’Äôre being rasterized bit by bit
The virus has taken hold of our minds
oh we’Äôre all wired, and we’Äôre tired.

So don’Äôt eat those blackberries ’Äòcause they are poison.
They just keep you coming back like a dog to his vomit.
And baby your itunes can’Äôt find my tunes for the gazillion tunes or more. and you’Äôve got a fake look on your facebook and your fifty friends don’Äôt care.

Pain (mea culpa)

All words and lyrics:Marc Little/Magada Records

You say that I ’Äòm your source of pain
But I just don’Äôt want to fight
No I just don’Äôt wanna fight with you no more

They say that the world was made for pain, But I just don’Äôt want to fight , No I just don’Äôt wanna fight with you, no more

So lets lay our guns down, Cause peace on earth can be found
On the news today I saw a family go down in flames, But I just don’Äôt want to fight
No I just don’Äôt wanna fight with you no more

In your house I pray that the Good Lord shows you the way, But I just don’Äôt want to fight
No I just don’Äôt wanna fight with you no more

In the White house today, you never admit to mistakes, ’ÄòCause young men were made to fight, and there’Äôs just no mea culpa coming from D.C. you see
(Music & lyrics-Marc Little)

I just don’Äôt have a clue

All words and lyrics:Marc Little/Magada Records

If I had to, baby there ain’Äôt much I wouldn’Äôt do, But if I had a clue how to please you
What if I gave you long stem roses, or I could woo you, Just like a knight in armor

There ain’Äôt nothin’Äô’Äô that i would not do, to prove my love is honest & true
but you’Äôd say baby that ain’Äôt nothin’Äô new , boy you don’Äôt, boy you don’Äôt have a clue
Can’Äôt you guess what a woman wants, you just don’Äôt have a clue, You’Äôre just a boy in a woman’Äôs world, I know I don’Äôt,, I just don’Äôt have a clue

Now if you want me to, I can be the man you want me to be, Now what a woman wants, is a tough beefed up man, and what she really wants, is a boy to take out that garbage can

Oh no now that I got things started, don’Äôt leave me broken hearted
I’Äôd like to visit you on Venus baby, Men are from Mars, but are you really from Venus? (Music & lyrics-Marc Little)

Steel guitar &
a glass of wine

All words and lyrics:Paul Anka

Just give me a steel guitar, a glass of wine
And let me drink to a love I thought was mine
A love I thought was true to me
But now I’Äôm drinkin’Äô to her memory
A steel guitar and a glass of wine
While my tears they glisten and the candles shine
Oh candle-glow, oh candle bright
Tell me who she holds tonight

And bring me wine
And make the music mine
Play another set
So that I’Äôll forget

Bring me a steel guitar and a glass of wine
And let me toast her just one more time
Oh candle-glow, before you dim
Tell her what a fool she’Äôs been

And bring me wine
Make the music mine
Play another set
So that I’Äôll forget

And one more thing before I go
Here’Äôs a secret, I still love her so
And one more thing before I go
Here’Äôs a secret, I still love her so
And one more thing before I go
Here’Äôs a secret, I still love her so

Famous for Nothing

All words and lyrics:Marc Little/Magada Records

She’Äôs a debutante & fashion queen
She’Äôs never known what it feels like to need
Rush hour just seems to stop when she walks on by
Yea I think she is a Diva man but you can never be too sure
Will she answer to Missdemeanor or a D.U.I.
Celebutemptress
From Christian to Buddhist in a heartbeat
When will you grow up
Celebutemptress
Yea you’Äôre really something
You’Äôre famous for nothing
you’Äôre a real sensation

Now I’Äôve got nothing against pretty girl
who were born with silver spoons in their mouths
But they’Äôre testing the nation’Äôs patience
Can I get a witness
Now I’Äôm not naming names but I hear Paris is a fine place to visit, just don’Äôt stay a Hilton
’ÄòCause they’Äôve got rats or mouse pads in their Cyber cafˆ©s.

Indemnify
(No Money Back)

All words and lyrics:Marc Little/Magada Records

Cover me I’Äôm going in you said you’Äôve got my back
You promised me you’Äôd take care of things if it really got that bad. The weather man didn’Äôt predict this mushroom cloud. For 20 years you took my money but what now

and when I needed you most, you just yanked out my entrails. I just looked at you, cause I was stunned when you raised my rates

indemnify,¬Ý they’Äôre placing bets on your life
Indemnify, I’Äôm damned if I try to fight back, no money back

Big brother’Äôs a sleep, maybe a riot will wake him up
Just through me my keys and I’Äôll start the truck
Maybe we should try¬Ý a brightline test
Oh sure, nothing will fix this mess

we’Äôve been sitting on the fence for way too long
some call it apathetic, baby just forget it
Let’Äôs stick it to the man and prove that we won’Äôt take it anymore.

Matador

All words and lyrics:Marc Little/Magada Records

So you find yourself in the fight of your life. Now you’Äôre scared you feel your heart pumpin’Äô the blood it’Äôs in your veins, but who will hear olˆ©

Now there’Äôs much for us to learn in this life, and when the trumpet is blow, your forced to face the vice that plagues your life , but who will hear olˆ©

When they’Äôre in your face olˆ©, presiosa sangre olˆ©
When they show their horns, knockin’Äô down your door ole
can you keep the faith?

Pain and Sacrifice have been man’Äôs lot in life, one more matador is willing to pay the price, to save our souls, but who will hear olˆ©?

Now who’Äôs it gonna be that is victorious and win the fight, It was Veronica that whipped the face of Christ, so it’Äôs been told, But who will hear olˆ© (Music & lyrics-Marc Little)

I’Äôm your man

If you want a lover
Ill do anything you ask me to, And if you want another kind of love, Ill wear a mask for you, If you want a partner, Take my hand, Or if you want to strike me down in anger, Here I stand, I’Äôm your man

If you want a boxer, I will step into the ring for you, And if you want a doctor, Ill examine every inch of you, If you want a driver, Climb inside, Or if you want to take me for a ride, You know you can, I’Äôm your man

Ah, the moons too bright, The chains too tight, The beast wont go to sleep, I’Äôve been running through these promises to you, That I made and I could not keep, Ah but a man never got a woman back, Not by begging on his knees, Or Id crawl to you baby, And Id fall at your feet, And Id howl at your beauty, Like a dog in heat, And Id claw at your heart, And Id tear at your sheet, Id say please, please, I’Äôm your man

And if you’Äôve got to sleep, A moment on the road
I will steer for you, And if you want to work the street alone, Ill disappear for you, If you want a father for your child, Or only want to walk with me a while, Across the sand, I’Äôm your man

If you want a lover, Ill do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love, Ill wear a mask for you
(Music & lyrics-Leonard Cohen)

Roots Girl

All words and lyrics:Marc Little/Magada Records

When I walked out of the ruins
And I saw you gettin’Äô your hands dirty in the ground
Yea dig into the roots girl, Yea reach down deep into the ground

But isn’Äôt it a sin to love you wild , But deep in the ground there’Äôs one thing we found, Cause girl we’Äôre rising up , and we’Äôll reach to the sky

Bone of my bone flesh of my flesh The good Lord formed you out of the dust and He picked you from the ground, Yea dig into the roots girl, reach down, deep into the ground. (Music & lyrics-Marc Little)

I’Äôm your man If you want a lover
Ill do anything you ask me to, And if you want another kind of love, Ill wear a mask for you, If you want a partner, Take my hand, Or if you want to strike me down in anger, Here I stand, I’Äôm your man

If you want a boxer, I will step into the ring for you, And if you want a doctor, Ill examine every inch of you, If you want a driver, Climb inside, Or if you want to take me for a ride, You know you can, I’Äôm your man

Ah, the moons too bright, The chains too tight, The beast wont go to sleep, I’Äôve been running through these promises to you, That I made and I could not keep, Ah but a man never got a woman back, Not by begging on his knees, Or Id crawl to you baby, And Id fall at your feet, And Id howl at your beauty, Like a dog in heat, And Id claw at your heart, And Id tear at your sheet, Id say please, please, I’Äôm your man

And if you’Äôve got to sleep, A moment on the road
I will steer for you, And if you want to work the street alone, Ill disappear for you, If you want a father for your child, Or only want to walk with me a while, Across the sand, I’Äôm your man

If you want a lover, Ill do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love, Ill wear a mask for you
(Music & lyrics-Leonard Cohen)

Way over Yonder
Music: Wilco Billy Braggs, Lyrics- Woody Guthrie

I lived in a place called Okfuskee
And I had a little girl in a holler tree , I said, little girl, it’Äôs plain to see
Ain’Äôt nobody that can sing like me , Ain’Äôt nobody that can sing like me

She said it’Äôs hard for me to see , How one little boy got so ugly
Yes my little girly that might be , But there ain’Äôt nobody that can sing like me , Ain’Äôt nobody that can sing like me

Way over yonder in the minor key , There ain’Äôt nobody that can sing like me

We walked down by the Buckeye Creek , To see the frog eat the goggle-eye bee , To hear the west wind whistle to the east

Oh my little girly will you let me see , Way over yonder where the wind blows free , Nobody can see in our holler tree

Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree , And laid it on the she and me , It stung lots worse than a hive of bees , But there ain’Äôt nobody that can sing like me , Ain’Äôt nobody that can sing like me

Now I have walked a long long ways , And I still look back to my Tanglewood days , I’Äôve led lots of girls since then to stray
Saying ain’Äôt nobody that can sing like me , Ain’Äôt nobody that can sing like me

Ain’Äôt nobody that can sing like me (Music & lyrics-Woody Guthrie)

What you mean to me

All words and lyrics:Marc Little/Magada Records

I wanna tell you just what you mean to me
But the words don’Äôt sound right
and they don’Äôt come easily

I tried to rephrase it
just what I mean to say
but it’Äôs all been said before
But I can’Äôt help but repeat it

I love you
I need you
I feel you and baby I breath you
don’Äôt know what else there is to say
That’Äôs just how much you mean to me

I’Äôll clone you
I’Äôll phone you
I’Äôll write a song for you
and baby I’Äôll show you how
can I make you see
that’Äôs just how much you mean to me

Girl you know it’Äôs true, I’Äôm not much good with real communication, I guess I bottle it up inside but now I’Äôm sending it down the line, So let me salute you girl I’Äôll board your ship, we’Äôll Christen our voyage then we’Äôll set sail
(Music & lyrics-Marc Little)