Graveyard

If I croak in the graveyard will you just leave me there?
Would you mourn our love? Could you feel my hot chill in the air?
Would it leave you in a lonely nightmare?

Or would you find a sweet time in some floozy's hair?
While you're courting her would you lose yourself in the naughty affair?
Could you forget my touch after all these years?

While I'm rolling over the worms will play
So I'm rolling over cause a 'good girl' knows her place

Oh dear Adam
Didn't know that you had it in ya
Oh dear Adam
Can I forgive you one day?

When me and my spooks are alone we entertain ourselves with a game
Betting who's up first with some Abbott and Costello gag
The 'where' or 'who' is gonna land 'what' dame?

While I'm rolling over the worms will play
So I'm rolling over cause a 'good girl' knows her place

Oh dear Adam
Didn't know that you had it in ya
Oh dear Adam
Can I forgive you one day?

I'm laying stiff and the coroner arrived too late at the scene
I've departed and there's nothing she can do to save me
You better beg her for the happy ending

A Democratic Approach to Songwriting

Yup. I wrote this song some months ago and moments before going live on PBS's The Playlist, the whole band got to vote on the name, as I wasn't too keen on the original. "Sweet Escape" it is.

Sweet Escape

Batten down your buoy and your green breeches
Then tie me a Windsor or an Oysterman’s
We’ll cast off and I’ll hold your heading
While you worry if she’s seaworthy
Is she seaworthy?

We shouldn't have sailed but you didn’t belay
Now the burdened vessel has to give right-of-way
So I trusted you to navigate
But you marooned me in a mirage that fades
Our mirage that fades

I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates like a quick release
I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates will just cut me free
Then make their sweet escape

Adrift in your wake when I was capsized
Where I once was wet the girls run dry
I’m washed up, crashed upon your shore
Drowning in your tide no more
In your tide no more

I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates only quick release
I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates will just cut me free
Then make their sweet escape

Lost in your cockpit
I’m a whore for you
Muster the captain
And gather the crew
All hands on deck
Cause I’m bleeding blue
The sharks in the water
Now what will you do?
Will you do?

I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates like a quick release
I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates will just cut me free
Then make their sweet escape

While I'm down on all fours
You'll make your sweet escape

The Playlist Videos

Innovative songwriter & performer Emily Jayne brings her original music to The PlayList. She delivers alternative pop style tunes on two keyboards, backed by Travis Crotteau, Mark Glen & Tyler Dubla.

I'M ON TV MOM!

Thursday, December 15th 2011 at 9pm on PBS North


I will be performing live on PBS's 'The Playlist,'
joined by Mark Glen on bass, Travis Crotteau
on guitar and Tyler Dubla on drums.


Look forward to "The Umbrella Waltz," "Sweet
Escape" and "The Blue Room."


Encores Saturday at 3pm and Sunday at 1:30pm.






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Wild Ponies: Hidden Verses

Climbing on the breeze she could taste it perfectly
A buttercup drowning by the stream
Never get it right with those muddy feet confined
Lost in the tide of a shallow dream

Lost and running in streams of green
Wearing shades of palomino coloring
Beat her down and run this one free
Tied off from your mental shackling

You’ve caught yourself some wild ponies darling
You’re lost in your jeremiad
You’ve caught yourself some wild ponies darling
You rope them in your purgatory

Hope you can ride and hang on tight
(Silent and loving is a gift from the Lord)
Cause her skin is crawling from the inside
(Shame-faced and faithful is a double grace)
Bear the load of your wet feet
Suckling your insecurity

You’ve caught yourself some wild ponies darling
You’re lost in your jeremiad
You’ve caught yourself some wild ponies darling
You rope them in your purgatory

Why can't these feet carry her faster?

Control of body can’t control the mind
(More bitter than death - woman a snare)
Now she’s ready this time to cross your line
(Her heart a trap and her hands are chains)
Better get on your phone and call this one back to you
Pure antidote for your hold

You’ve caught yourself some wild ponies darling
But you’re lost in your jeremiad
You’ve caught yourself some wild ponies darling
Lost in your purgatory


*Silent and loving is a gift from the Lord
Shame-faced and faithful is a double grace
More bitter than death-woman a snare;
Her heart a trap and her hands are chains

He Brings Me Sugar

don’t say morning’s come
don’t say it’s up to me
if I could take twenty five minutes
out of the record books

sugar
he brings me sugar

bobby’s collecting bees
and hammers he used one on me
cold war with little boys
get in with a bubble gum trade

and…
sugar, bring me sugar
and all the robins bring
bring me many things
but…
sugar, oh sugar

he brings me sugar
as far as I can tell
i’ve been gone for miles now

and you know and I know
i don’t know me very well

and I know and you know
if they found me out…

just watch, just watch, just watch what i do
sweet boy if they find you out
tell me what you think they’ll do

when they find you gotta little in here
tell me what you think they’ll do
when they find you out
when they find you out
find you

you’re such a pussy, my sweet boy
my sugar…

sugar
he brings me sugar
and all the robins bring
they bring me many things but…

Oh my God, my sweet boy
He's so sweet but we're just
Not enough hands

I'm gonna heal from this.

How many times do I have to say
To get away-get gone
Flip your shit past another lasses
Humble dwelling

You got your game, made your shot, and you got away
With a lot, but I'm not turned-on
So put away that meat you're selling

Cause I do know what's good for me-
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
I'm gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
Shit about me

How many times can it escalate
Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I'm much obliged to up and go

I'll idealize, then realize that it's no
Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and
There's nothing left to grieve
Fuckin go-

Cause I've done what I could for you, and I do know what's
Good for me and I'm not benefiting, instead
I'm sitting singing again, singing again, singing again,
Sing, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
I'm gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
Shit about me