Annie Moscow

Wolves/2001

Lyrics

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CREDITS:

All songs written by Annie Moscow
All songs produced, arranged and orchestrated by Steve Gold
Graphic Design and Illustration: Jim Yost
Mastered by David Shirk, Sonorous Mastering, Tempe, AZ
Engineered and mixed by Steve Gold
Cover Portrait photo: Dan Vermillion
Recorded at HNS Studios, Los Angeles, CA & Melonball Studios, Phoenix, AZ

BLUE EYES/A. Moscow

  Annie Moscow - Vox & Piano
  Steve Gold - Synthesizers
 
  Allen Ames - Violin

Some families have Blue eyes 

You can see their kid coming from miles and miles 

He’s got those blue eyes 

He’s got those blue eyes 

And when they get together

It’s like their own little club 

And you can’t get in 

Without those Blue Eyes

Some families have 

Good upper body strength 

You can see them at the pool 

Swimming back and forth 

And back and forth 


And when they get together 

It’s like their own little club

And you can’t get in 

Unless, of course, You swim


In my family - we’ve got the Rockers 

We sit in our rooms and rock back and forth 

And back and forth 

And forth and back 

We sit and rock
and rock and stare

So into ourselves and so
Unaware



Sometimes you get lucky
and 
It skips a generation

And you don’t inherit 

The glazed stare 

The silent cries 

That mark us as surely as 

Blue eyes

 

BUY THE BITCH A CADILLAC/A. Moscow

Annie Moscow - Vox & Piano

Henry Newmark - Drums

Steve Gold - Synthesizers

Sam Pilafian - Tuba


You think you’ve got the plan 

You think you’ve got it made 

You think that you're some royalty 

Lounging in the shade

You sit there in your tiny bubble 

The world is yours to use 

Well throw me a piece of your holiness baby 

And let me lick your shoes


Just Buy the Bitch a Cadillac

Give the dog a bone

Read the sign outside my door

This dog don't take no bones no more


Maybe I was innocent

Maybe I was dumb 

Maybe I've done anything 

Just to share your gum

But maybe I got smarter

And see you as you are

Well maybe I didn't know no better 

But now it's gone too far - you can't just


Buy the Bitch a Cadillac

Give the dog a bone 

Read the sign outside my door

This dog don't take no bones no more


No bones - no charms - no kitty treats

I don't buy my dear 

You show your hand and you play fair

Or I don't want you here


CINDERELLA SUITE/A. Moscow

Annie Moscow - Vox & Piano

Kris Karyl Feldman - Background Vox

Steve Gold - Synthesizers

Henry Newmark - Drums

Allen Ames - Violin

Give me everything you’ve got

and I will depend on you

That’s how our love will grow 

You can be my hero

Someone to take care of - 

Someone to take care of me


If I can’t get your attention

I’ll become an invalid 

Nurses with me ‘round the clock 

Care and feeding at my bed

La ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
La ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 



Will you be my mother 

There to love me all my life

Will you be my father

I’ll be good and I’ll die young

I will depend on you 

That’s how our love will grow 

You can be my hero 

Someone to take care of - 

Someone to take care of me


Everyday is 9 to 5 

The nights are short the days are long 

Everyday is so frustrating 

Something in your life is wrong

You do your hair
You do your makeup 

Thinking this will change your life 

Maybe one day you will wake up

Lucky girl - as someone's wife  


Cinderella he’s not coming 

Don’t wait for the handsome prince

Cinderella he’s not coming 

He won’t take you ‘way from this


Maybe he'll be king of England 

Live the perfect fantasy 

Royal bliss is just illusion 

You know that as well as me (chorus)


Cinderella Cinderella Cinderella Cinderella Cinderella Cinderella
You give me everything 

I will depend on you 

That’s how our love will grow

You can be my hero

Someone to take care of 

Someone to take care of me

DRIED UP AND DYING/A. Moscow (w/piano excerpts from Ravel Sonatine)

Annie Moscow - Vox & Piano
Steve Gold - Synthesizers
Allen Ames - Violin 

Where’s your piano
Where’s your piano
Where’s your piano my best friend
Where’s your piano now

You love your babies
I know you do
But the sacrifice was all of you
And where’s your piano now

Dried up and dying
All my friends are
Dried up and dying
All my - all my friends are

When you shone like a star
He captured you
With promises of forever
Now your light is fading and you wonder why
He looks for fairer weather
It’s partly him
It’s partly you
You’ve lost your looks that’s partly true
But more than that
You’ve lost you (chorus)

He has his trips
He has his plans
I know I know You married a brilliant man
You have a beautiful house
But Where’s your piano (chorus)

Dried up and dying
All my friends are
Dried up and dying
You used to play so beautifully

 

ELEVEN BLOCKS FROM THE BEACH/A. Moscow

Annie Moscow - Vox & Piano
Henry Newmark - Drums & Percussion
Bruce Stone - Electric Bass
Bily Abdo - Electric Guitar
Steve Gold - Synthesizers & Background Vox 

I like to think I'm contemporary
In my suburban dream
My house is big and roomy
And my neighborhood's serene
This is what's worth living for
I tell myself each day
But I grow green with envy
When I see you live your way

You're Eleven blocks from the beach
In a hardwood bungalow
You walk down the street with a surfboard
Feel the ocean breezes blow
Fresh fruit market ev'ry Wednesday
All within my reach
If I had the guts to move my stuff
Eleven blocks from the beach

I left the city long ago
Crime and noise I said
But is it better to live with a little bit of danger
Then walk around half dead
I'm just tryin' to find my place I guess
Where I won't keep wantin' more
But until I find my own
I'll be here longing after yours

You're Eleven blocks from the beach
In a hardwood bungalow
You walk down the street with a surfboard
Feel the ocean breezes blow
Fresh fruit market ev'ry Wednesday
All within my reach
If I had the guts to move my stuff
Eleven blocks from the beach

 

IT'S ALL DISSIPATING/A. Moscow

Annie Moscow - Vox & Piano
Kris Karyl Feldman - Background Vox
Steve Gold - Synthesizers, Percussion, and Background Vox 

Where are we going for the holidays
Used to be my Mom’s or yours
Or maybe one place for dinner
Then one for dessert
A regular Thanksgiving Tour de Force

But that was before your parents divorced
And we moved ‘cross the country from mine
And we all got busy with our own busy lives
It’s getting harder and harder now to
Find the time

And it’s all dissipating, dissipating
More and more with every season
Dissipating, dissipating
More and more and more

Now I don’t want to pretend it was some perfect time
‘Cause it wasn’t that way at all
We’d just open up the closets and we’d
Watch the skeletons fall

Then on the plane on the way back home we’d say
That was the holiday from hell
Well I guess we got tired year after year
Tryin’ to act like all was well

Well well now
It’s all dissipating, dissipating
More and more with every season
Dissipating more and more and more

Blood might be thicker than water
But it sure ain’t thicker than glue
‘Cause I don’t know what or why or how
But I can’t seem to hold on these days to any of you

It’s all dissipating
More and more with every season
Dissipating more and more and more

 

JAZZ CAT/A. Moscow

Annie Moscow - Vox & Piano
Domenic Genova - Fretless Bass
Steve Gold - Synthesizers 

Take your mask off
You wanted to be a jazz cat all along
And who are you foolin’
Who are you foolin’ anymore
You say you changed for me
Well I changed for you
But here’s what the truth is
It’s all just excuses
And who are we foolin’
Who are we foolin’ anymore

It’s the midlife crisis
Bitin’ down hard
It’s the midlife crisis
It’s the midlife crisis
Didn’t know it would be this

Take your mask off
And I’ll take off mine
‘Cause it cuts even deeper
And who are we foolin’
Who are we foolin’ anymore

Take one look back
You’ll see the sweet young thing I’ve always been
But don’t look back again
‘Cause she’ll be gone

They call it midlife crisis
Bitin’ down hard
It’s the midlife crisis
It really bites, baby
It’s the midlife crisis
Didn’t know it would be this

You’re supposed to buy a medallion
And run off with some youngster
And me I’m supposed to become a lesbian
Or run off with an Indian chief

But I just want you to
Take your mask off
And I’ll take off mine
We’ll dance around naked
And have a good time
‘Cause who’re we foolin’
Who’re we foolin’ anymore
Yeah who’re we foolin’
Not even ourselves anymore

 

THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE/A. Moscow

Annie Moscow - Vox & Piano
Steve Gold - Synthesizers
Henry Newmark - Drums
Bruce Stone - Bass
David Robinson - Guitar 

Remember when I was nineteen
My eyes were focused on a dream
And all the doors were open wide
Was up to me to walk inside

My second chance - it never came
Now I’m not one to cry or blame
But that was supposed to be mine mine mine mine
That was supposed to be

Remember when I was nineteen
And what you called my stupid dream
You shared with me your deepest fears - you said
Where will you be in 10 years
Your tired lines were well received
I didn’t have the guts to leave
But that was supposed to be mine mine mine mine
That was supposed to be
That was supposed to be mine mine mine mine
That was supposed to be

Don’t stop it
Don’t stop The wind blows
Don’t stop it Don’t stop it
The wind blows right to your door

That was supposed to be mine mine mine mine
That was supposed to be.
Yeah that was supposed to be mine mine mine
That was supposed to be
That was supposed to be
That was supposed to be mine

 

THERE’S GONNA BE SOME CHANGES HERE/A. Moscow

Annie Moscow - Vox & Piano
Henry Newmark - Drums
Steve Gold - Synthesizers, Background Vox
Kris Karyl Feldman  Background Vox
Bruce Stone - Electric Bass
David Robinson - Electric Guitar
Allen Ames - Violin 

I can see the smoke signs rising over the hill
I can hear the drummers beating out a new rhythm
I can see the footsteps heading towards the clear
Nervous birds fly back and forth
Nature’s come to claim it’s course

There’s gonna be some changes here
Nah nah nah nah nah nah - Nah nah nah nah nah nah
There’s gonna be some changes here
Hold on for the changes - hold on for the changes

I can feel your eyes tryin’ to focus on my soul
I can feel your thoughts - you don’t know where I’m going - do you?
I can feel my heartbeat a million miles a minute
Shackles fall away like rain
Clear a path and board the train

There’s gonna be some changes here
Nah nah nah nah nah nah - Nah nah nah nah nah nah
There’s gonna be some changes here
Hold on for the changes - hold on for the changes

TO THE HIMALAYAS/Annie Moscow

Annie Moscow - Vox & Piano
Domenic Genova - Acoustic Bass
Steve Gold - Synthesizers
Allen Ames - Violin 

Said good-bye to family and friends
A long time ago
Out to conquer brave new worlds
That's where I had to go
Searched for answers long and hard
Apart from what I knew
Thought I'd find the answers in the Himalayas with you

To the Himalayas
That's where we would go
To the Himalayas
And Oh the things we’d know
The world could crumble at my feet
But I would not be blue
Take my hand I want to scale
The Himalayas with you

Surfin' cross the Internet I stumbled on a friend
Our paths had crossed in high school
And now we meet again
He said I'm married and have a son
What's going on with you I said I'd love to stay and chat
But I've got too much else to do

To the Himalayas
That's where I must go
To the Himalayas
Oh the things I’ll know
The world could crumble at my feet
But I would not be blue
Take my hand I want to scale the Himalayas

The world can crumble boil and burn
But I will not be blue
Take my hand I want to scale the Himalayas

My folks are getting older now
But they're probably doing just fine
And me - I've blended well into
A race that isn't mine
Sometimes I feel so rootless
Like I haven't got a clue

The world may crumble at my feet
But inside - I’ll be still
You and me and everyone
Upon our little hills

 

WHERE’S MY SILVER LINING/A. Moscow

Annie Moscow - Vox & Piano
Steve Gold - Synthesizers, Percussion and Background Vox
Kris Karyl Feldman - Background Vox
Domenic Genova - Fretless Bass
Billy Abdo - Acoustic and Slide Guitars 

You scream
Then I scream
But nobody’s passing out
Ice cream
Then You cry
Then I cry
Sometimes it feels like I wanna die
They say we got to walk through this muck together
To get to the other side
Well maybe that’s true baby, baby
But I sure don’t like this ride

Tell me, Where’s my silver lining?
They say every cloud has a silver lining
Where’s my silver lining Baby?  

You say you just want
Me to be Happy
But how can I be
When you’re so Unhappy
For better or worse I’m connected to you
And all your pain -
Well it hurts me too
What’s going on at the end of this tunnel
Are we gonna survive - baby

Where’s my silver lining?
They say every cloud has a silver lining
Where’s my silver lining baby

 

WOLVES AT MY DOOR/A. Moscow

Annie Moscow - Vox & Piano
Dominec Genova - Acoustic Bass
Steve Gold - Keyboards
Allen Ames - Violin 

Don’t know why I’ve been so irritable lately
Walkin’ around like I don’t wanna be here anymore
It’s not that I don’t wanna be here anymore
It’s just that there’s Wolves at my door
Wolves at my door

Something in their eyes beckons me
Something in their eyes calls me out to the wild
I’m sitting here in my nice house
And they’re saying
Do you wanna go Do ya wanna go Do ya wanna go
I don’t know what’s come over me
It’s just that there’s these wolves at my door
Wolves at my door

One looked at me and he smiled
He said “I know you’re the wild child”
My pedigree don’t count for much anymore
Not when there’s these wolves at my door
Wolves at my door
Wolves at my door