LYRICS from the album 'Dave's True Story'

 

Another Hit

My music tore at Sassie's heart
And Mercer loved my rhymes
My tunes climbed the Billboard chart
At least a dozen times
But life's capricious pendulum
Has tossed me to this pit
I sure could use ANOTHER HIT

A long parade of goddesses
Passed through my bedroom door
I unhooked gowns and bodices
Till it became a chore
I dined with Julie London once
Charmed her with my wit
Joe, I could use ANOTHER HIT

Their hands would flutter down my neck
The honey flowed, the honey flowed
A crisp new bill would pay the check
The money goes, the money goes

We rode in block-long limousines
The champagne flowed like wine
I made the trades and magazines
This fickle world was mine
My evening clothes were Saville Row
Each suit a perfect fit
Joe, I could use ANOTHER HIT

A narrow waist
An ample hip
The honey flowed, the honey flowed
I'd leave a twenty for a tip
The money goes, the money goes

I muddle through this blue-soaked haze
Bereft of all my toys
The music that they write these days
Is just a lot of noise
The world is not so sweet a place
When viewed from where I sit
Joe, I could use ANOTHER HIT.

words and music by David Cantor
(c) 1993 Flexible Man Music, Corp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BLUE NILE

Blue Nile…watching the blue water
Blue Nile…watching the day break
Blue Nile…so much like blue water
Blue Nile…so much like heartache
So much like heartache

All along the river where the tall birds sway
And the women crowd the shore
You can watch the river and the birds of prey
I don't do that anymore

Blue Nile…floating on blue diamonds
Blue Nile…floating on blue lake
Blue Nile…filling with blue water
Blue Nile…making my heart break
Making my heart break

By the muddy river where the tall birds sway
And the women crowd the shore
Get too near the river you get in their way
I won't do that anymore

Blue Nile…nothing like blue water
Blue Nile…nothing like daybreak
Blue Nile…nothing but blue water
Blue Nile…what can the heart take
How much can the heart take

Kelly Flint: Vocals
David Cantor: Guitar
Jeff Eyrich: Bass
Jon Dryden: Piano
Richard Crooks: Drums
Fred Walcott: Percussion
Bernhard Ullrich: Soprano Sax

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Can't Get You Out of My System

I once looked at fellows as some sort of game
They were history before I could miss them
But you came along and it wasn't the same
Now I can't get you out of my system

I was breaking their hearts by the time I was six
Had so many I can't even list them
Then you gave me something no doctor can fix
Now I can't get you out of my system

You found a way to get under my skin
That sapped me of all my endurance
Now that little love-bug you planted within
Ain't covered by no 'mount of health insurance

My chart is a landscape of valleys and peaks
Defying all medical wisdom
I'm changing my blood every five or six weeks
But I can't get you out of my system

Who could've guessed I would come to such grief
Over some little bundle of tease
It just goes to prove my most fervent belief
That love's still the cruelest venereal disease

I'm riddled with ailments no drug can reverse
And my will is too weak to resist them
So I ponder my fate as I ring for the nurse
'Cause I can't get you out of my system
No I can't get you out
No I can't get you out
I can't get you out
Out of my system


words and music by David Cantor
(c) 1994 Flexible Man Music, Corp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crazy Eyes

You've got a blue eye
That's deeper than any blue
As for the green one
I think that it's charming too
But put the two of them together
I'm left in great perplexity
Each time those crazy eyes
Gaze on me

Because with that blue one
You tell me you think I'm swell
But then with the green one
You hint that I'm in for hell
I watch your devilish delight
Mix with such blithe mendacity
Each time your crazy eyes
Gaze on me

Oh those crazy eyes
You've got such crazy eyes
You're nothing more than trouble
In a crazy quilt disguise

Oh those crazy eyes
Oh those crazy eyes
Seems those eyes have gone and set a trap for me

I've tried to fight it
But what a delicious funk
I've tried to divide it
But that's when I know I'm sunk
So I twist between those whirlpools
Of despair and ecstasy
Each time those crazy eyes
Gaze on me

Oh those crazy eyes
You've got such crazy eyes
You're nothing less than heaven
Fraught with danger and demise

Oh those crazy eyes
Oh those crazy eyes
Seems those eyes have had the final laugh on me

You've got a blue eye
That's deeper than any blue
As for the green one
I think that it's charming too
But put the two of them together
And I've no chance of breaking free
Not when those crazy eyes
Gaze on me
Not when those crazy eyes
Gaze on me

words and music by David Cantor
(c) 1994 Flexible Man Music, Corp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flexible Man

Oh baby I stand amazed
'Cause I never realized
You were this seriously crazed
But if that's what I've got to do
To hold onto you
Well baby I'm a flexible man


I never picked you for the type
To get her kicks that way
But hey I'm not one to gripe
So if that's what it's gonna take
To make you sweat and shake
Well baby I'm a flexible man


I could rock you till you sputter
I could rock you till you ache
I could cover you with butter
Feed you apricots and cake


I could read you bedtime stories
Just the ones that make you sad
Then do the thing your daddy did
Whenever you were bad


You've got some strange ideas of fun
Now what I like to do
Is whatever you'd like to have done
So whatever you need
To hit your cruising speed
Well baby I'm a flexible man


I could tie you to this heat vent
with a blindfold and a belt
Then apply the silent treatment
Till your mind begin to melt


I could rub you with this antique egg
Carved from rare Siberian wood
Then do the things you daddy did
Whenever you were good

Somebody else might say you'd snapped
But the measure of a man
Is in the way that he can adapt
So if that's what I've got to do
To keep my hold on you
Oh baby I'm a flexible man

words and music by David Cantor
(c) Flexible Man Music, Corp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KISS ME QUICK

I've had kisses from the best
And all the rest, except from you
No time for tricks, just kiss me quick
Let's see what you can do

I've had kisses hot and cold
Shy and bold, they did not do
So kiss me quick and make it stick
And I will stick with you

I'm done messing
With every pair of lips in town
And I'm guessing
You kiss me right, I'll come around

I've had kisses make me blue
Give me flu, taste like glue
So kiss me quick...etc.

You've been moping
Because I seem to get around
Well stop your moping
Just kiss me right, I'll settle down

And though I've learned
A trick or two
Your lips should teach me something new
So kiss me quick...etc.

Kelly Flint: Vocal
David Cantor: Guitar
Jeff Eyrich: Bass
Jon Dryden: Piano
Rich Zukor: Drums, Percussion
Bernhard Ullrich: Saxes, Clarinet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last Go 'Round

The occult has never been my favorite scene
But I found myself beset by such odd dreams
So I went to see a psychic to confer
In a room that reeked of sandalwood and myrrh
and the hours flew by as I sat with her

She said the wheel of life had done me to a turn
Seems I have no karmic lessons left to learn
I've been everything from Pope to petty crook
Seems I'm several centuries older than I look
And when I go this time I'm finally off the hook

I know my words astound
But I swear I'm not unsound
It's now or never darling
'Cause this is my last go 'round

I think Shakespeare was offended just a touch
When I told him that his Hamlet talked too much
As a courtesan to kings I proved adept
I watched the stars as Tutahnkamen slept
And when Socrates let go the cup I wept

Though charlatans abound
I've got to stand my ground
It's now or never sweet heart
'Cause this is my last go 'round

I've had a rich and varied time
According to my psychic friend
How strange that fate should be inclined
To save you for the very end

But then you never know what life may have in store
And I may be wrong to think we've never met before
Perhaps we chatted briefly now and then
The night I drove King Louis' carriage to Varenne
But I doubt we'll have the chance to meet again

Don't mean to bring you down
But I'm bound for higher ground
It's now or never darling
'Cause this is my last go 'round


words and music by David Cantor
(c) 1994 Flexible Man Music, Corp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like a Rock

The green glow of the clock
Reads half-past four
You creep along on cat's paw
as you cross the bedroom floor

I hear you breathe
I hear the closet door
And catch wind of a fragrance
That I never knew you wore

But I won't say a word
I won't say a word
I won't say a word
I'll just lie there
...Like a rock

We play this game
Each time you come home late
You fumble in the dark
Until I finally take the bait

Well do the things you must
But I won't bite
You've worn me down completely
I refuse to fight this fight

So I won't say a word
I won't say a word
I won't say a word
I'll just lie there
...Like a rock

A rock need not be subtle
A rock need not be dull
A rock makes its rebuttal
Upon impact with the skull

So come to bed now darling
I think it's for the best
'Cause I'll be quick to wager
You could really use the rest

Take up all the covers
I won't kick or scream
Smile your little smile
Dream you little dreams

And I won't say a word
I won't say a word
I won't say a word
As you lie there
...Like a rock


No I won't say a word
I won't say a word
I won't say a word
I'll just lie there
...Like a rock

...Like a rock

...Like a rock


words and music by David Cantor
(c) 1994 Flexible Man Music, Corp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mad About You

The day that some old friend
Said something sad about you
I knew right then
I was no longer mad about you

For I'd always gone to pieces
At the mention of your name
But all that I could say this time was
"Isn't that a shame"

No work of art could catch
The way you had about you
But living day to day
Has not been bad without you

For what I once thought so sublime
Was just a perfect waste of time
Suffice to say
That I'm no longer mad about you

It's a bit of a shame
But I've mastered each game
That I learned from you
So if I've done the job right
Some heart's breaking tonight
Just like mine would do
How I've learned from you

And if these days I scheme
And play the gad-about too
I still recall each dream
I've ever had about you

The way you pressed your lips to mine
You were the perfect waste of time
But what a break
That I'm no longer mad about you

words and music by David Cantor
(c) 1994 Flexible Man Music, Corp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Marisa


It's quite a party on the street tonight
Alive with music
Alive with noise and light

Marisa
You've been in your room all day
Marisa
Hear the fine mariachi play
How happy we could be
If you'd come down and dance with me

There's a corner by the stairway wall
We could dance there and not move at all

Marisa
Just put on your pink print dress
Marisa
How tightly our legs will press
You sit there like a stone
But I don't want to dance alone

He really did a job on you
You've dropped clear out of sight
You've starved yourself in spite
Heartbreak is a game for two
Come play that game with me tonight

The moon burns with a hot white flame
But your smile could put that moon to shame

Marisa
The night wears a bright new skin
Marisa
My arms wait to take you in

How lonely they will be
If you don't come and dance with me

How lonely it will be
If you don't come and dance with me


words and music by David Cantor
(c) 1994 Flexible Man Music, Corp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nadine


That party at Deb's where we met
I gave you my last cigarette
I envied the cashmere
That hugged you that night
And watched with delight and pain

Why do you shrink from my touch
When I want to touch you so much
You say it would get around
But I can be discreet
Just fall into my arms Nadine

You have had men
And I have had men
Seems a perfect match to me

You say it's a sin
But where is the sin
In such sincerity

I know this interesting bar
Or we could just drink in my car
Nothing is impossible
If you just say the word
So take me where you dream
And see what dreams can mean
And fall into my arms Nadine

Don't play so shy
There's a glint in your eye
Says such coyness is a sham
It's time to cut loose
I make no excuse
For being the way I am

We could lie on the beach skin-to-skin
And make love while the tide sucks us in
What could be lovelier
Than the black moon in your hair
Your heart would fly to me
If you'd just let it free
And fall into my arms Nadine


words and music by David Cantor
(c) 1994 Flexible Man Music, Corp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sequined Mermaid Dress

When she walks into a room all eyes observe
The way that dress conforms to every luscious curve
Who's that thrilling force of nature
No mere man could dare possess?
Just that crazy chick in the sequined mermaid dress

Any guy who tries to get her in a clinch
Is quick to learn that she will never give an inch
It's a vicious twist of fate
That men should whimper and obsess
For that crazy chick in the sequined mermaid dress

Now somehere in her past she did adore a guy
Who carried off her heart inside a box
So she transformed herself into a Lorelei
Who lures all scholars, dudes and jocks
To crash and burn upon those rocks

And now it's only toys that share her bed
Because her love is but an echo in her head
But whether mistress to the devil
Or a damsel in distress
She's that crazy chick in the sequined mermaid dress

Now somehere in her past she did adore a guy
Who carried off her heart inside a box
So she transformed herself into a Lorelei
Who lures all scholars, dudes and jocks
To crash and burn upon those rocks

And now it's only toys that share her bed
Because her love is but an echo in her head
But whether mistress to the devil
Or a damsel in distress
She's that crazy chick in the sequined mermaid dress

She's that koo-koo chick
She's that wigged-out chick
She's that crazy chick in the sequined mermaid dress


words and music by David Cantor

(c) 1994 Flexible Man Music, Corp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sommes Bleues


Sommes bleues, sommes nous
Nous sommes bleues
Aren't we a pair
You trot your French out for strangers
While I tear out my hair


Sommes bleues, sommes nous
Nous sommes bleues
Isn't it absurd
Why can't you say it in English
I don't understand one word

When we became a couple
Who knew that two would mean three
Who is this Lisette you chatter to
At the Bar Lui?

Sommes bleues, sommes nous
Nous sommes bleues
Makes a lot of sense
Long as we're not talking anyway
Let's just talk French

French is the language of lovers
French is langage precis
French is the language you speak
When you don't want to speak to me

Sommes bleues, sommes nous
Nous sommes bleues
Makes a lot of sense
Long as we're not talking anyway
Might as well do it
Might as well
Might as well do it in French


words and music by David Cantor
(c) 1994 Flexible Man Music, Corp.