Golden Fingers: Golden Fingers - Lost Songs

I saw her from afar, the girl I needed now My heart was in my throat, but my words would not allow To me, her beauty bested the finest of the fine I knew I would not be rested, until I made her mine. I watched her on the corner, I watched her down the street I watched her while in hiding, I kept myself discreet Rarely, only rarely did she feign to look my way And then, I knew I lost her, it was that very day. I left before she saw me, I didn’t hesitate That moment not repeated, I was failing to wait. Had I stayed longer, I know she’d come to me But I didn’t linger, our love was not to be. The next day, me in hiding, again to see her there If we couldn’t be together, it would be my own despair I never made advancement, I couldn’t tempt the fate My problem, again my destiny, was again, failing to wait. For if I made my presence known The future would be certain But myself I had not shown I stayed behind the curtain And then the day came, she was gone She left and never returned I never knew why she had flown A love for me was now spurned. Failing to wait, was my downfall, I never got to meet her My shy attempts to gain her sight was totally beneath her I tried, I failed, but never found the love I had been seeking I failed to wait, I should have stayed instead of self-critiquing.

Space and rockets, fuel aglow The Earth receding, down below To the heavens, traveling far To distant worlds, to distant stars Mars and Venus, targets now, exploring just like Daniel Boone. If we’re lucky, in our nineties, we’ll be living on the moon. Won’t be chasing Earthly notions, we’ll be trav’ling outer space And in concert, from a station, all guitars and heavy bass. Poison gasses on the planet, cannot stay here, must retreat Barren wasteland, and no power, overcoming self-defeat Frigid winters, searing summers, atmosphere? There’s none to breathe! On the surface, won’t survive there, we must find it underneath. Planetwide we cannot survive Spaceward air is bleeding fast Only hope for staying alive Is to return to Earth at last. So our journey, once begun, is ending now in failure, too. Galaxies that have been calling, must be left to a future you. Will we see that in our future, will our nineties e’er reveal Will the world’s secrets open, those that now are still concealed.

Dear Doctor, I need you to see The grief of pain that’s bothering me The months and years that I’ve suffered along. I hope you will prescribe something strong. Dear Doctor, I know you’re seeing someone Else at the moment, but soon you’ll be done. I await the expertise you advise I’ll know when I see it in your eyes. Dear Doctor, please tell me you’ll come by a cure A magical potion, of that I am sure The moments of agony awaiting your call It’s torture, but gratitude, you’ll have it all.

A life without pain It’s all that I seek It’s been unbearable For more than a week I hunt for relief I search for a cure The pain is unbearable If only it weren’t A life without pain To once again have joy To live life pain free As when I was a boy To get up out of bed Without having to scream To float through the world As was my own teenage dream People tell me I’ll never feel relief People tell me to turn over a new leaf. People tell me to live with the pain. All I can tell them is I never will again. Life without pain It’s all that I seek The world may turn The bones they may creak The pain free existence Is more than a dream The doctor and I Will make a great team

The boss told me, “Bob, If you’re keeping this job You must go to the field and bring in the cattle.” I told him I would Or at least that I could If it wasn’t for one thing keeping me out of the saddle. It’s the lady I seek I’ve only known her a week She won’t look my way But I’ll try again today She told me for sure It’s a curse I endure For you see, these boots are covered with manure It’s the part I hate most I would normally boast But I’m a cowboy whose boots are covered in manure. My sweetie I’ve lost And oh what a cost She cannot see past The smell that is cast The boots, the boots are covered in manure The boots, the boots are covered in manure I’d quit in a flash If I didn’t need the cash My needs are so few If I only could get her The pay is OK But for the rest of the day It stinks, it stinks And I know I’ll never get her ‘Cause these boots are covered, so covered, they’re covered In the stench of manure, from cattle and chickens. Did I forget to tell you about the chickens?

Everyone is here, they think, to see the master play. But the master is the music, and the music makes the day. Wind and rain and dirt and mud, the ground is almost split. But unifying all the world, the music comes from it. To the North, I feel the cold, to the South as well. To the West and from the East, the Sun’s own heat does swell. Look inside your own true heart, and realize the day Is only half of what there is, and darkness does take sway. But darkness is not to be feared, as music conquers all. Daylight’s not to be revered, as music makes its call. Old or young, ill or well, the melodies do speak. They come together, unison, and chase away the bleak. Music’s master, (or its servant?) never will it rest Tunes are turning, heads exploring, puts us to the test Lyrics flowing, rhymes and meter, universal speech From a deep place, within one’s soul, that is its mystique Where’s the future? When is past and what becomes of now? In reflection, nothing matters, but this solemn vow Music is our revolution, music has us rapt Music heals us, helps us, finds us, when we’re feeling trapped

Golden Fingers, once number one Music just couldn’t be stopped Then it just came all crashing down Somehow the big ones had flopped There was never a single doubt Never crossed anyone's mind That more music would make its way out New avenues it would find No one thought it would take ninety-one years Pretty much taken for dead No one even approached them as peers Til three generations instead We are their descendants Musical heirs Once again ascendants Chargé d'affaires Lineup's a bit diff'rent All of us girls But we still will rock you Fill you with thrills Now the story begins once anew Everything starts once again And we'd like to thank all of you Legacy now to maintain

Eighty years from now I might be looking back And wondering just how My life became a wreck. But not because of me It’s the world to blame I think we can agree It is the world’s shame. Don’t say I didn’t warn you Our fears have all come true The world must be reborn, too It’s what me must go through. The place to start is inside us The place is in our heart The place we find will bring us peace The knowledge we impart. So heed my tale, it’s not yours to ignore We can’t just live life, we must end war The time has come to look inside To save this world, I’ll be your guide. Your burdens lay upon my head Your life is always filled with dread. It’s not too late to save the dead

Simply Fortescue and Plastic Chase Minor rock bands in the '90s space Focussed on selections 'bout the human race Then ran out of time, couldn't keep the pace Plastic Chase was bad, never had a hit Fortescue did better, at least until they split Enerson went back to a band he'd quit Gilgahood was left holding all the bits Though they played the rounds They could never find Anything like gold That they thought they'd mine Lurking at the depths Of the Billboard C "Make us number one" Was their common plea Golden Fingers was their greatest muse Ambush before them, but couldn't shine their shoes Tried a fire early, couldn't keep the fuse Left them only there to sing the blues Record biz is hard Barely made a dent After all their costs Didn't make a cent Had to give it up by the decade's end Trying to get in? Wouldn't recommend