Альбом The Roches

(Words & Music by Maggie,Terre & Suzzy Roche)

We are Maggie and Terre and Suzzy
Maggie and Terre and Suzzy Roche
we don't give out our ages
and we don't give out our phone numbers
give out our phone numbers
sometimes our voices give out
but not our ages and our phone numbers

Guess which two of us made a record
guess what the other one did instead
the two who made the record
have been a singing group for ten years
singing group for ten years
and now a trio we are
born on the fourth of December

We come from deepest New Jersey
but now we live in New York City
we better get outa there
before the shit hits the fan
shit hits the fan
you might say where have they played
all over the country and in England

Who have we worked with
do we know anybody famous
anybody famous
do we know anybody famous
anybody famous
and as a point of interest
we spell our last name R-O-C-H-E

We are Maggie and Terre and Suzzy
we spell our last name R-O-C-H-E

(Words & Music by Margaret A Roche)

If you go down to Hammond
you'll never come back
In my opinion you're
on the wrong track
We'll always love you but
that's not the point

If you go with that fella
forget about us
As far as I'm concerned
that would be just
throwing yourself away
not even trying
Come on you're lying to me

Well I went down to Hammond
I did as I pleased
I ain't the only one
who's got this disease

Why don't you face the fact
you old upstart
We fall apart

You'd be okay if you'd
just stay in school
Don't be a fool

Do your eyes have an answer
to this song of mine
They say we meet again
on down the line
Where is on down the line
how far away?
Tell me I'm okay

If you go down to Hammond
you'll never come back

( Words & Music by Terre Roche )

O Mr Sellack
Can I have my job back?
I've run out of money again.
Last time I saw ya
I was singing Hallelujah
I'm so glad to be leavin' this restaurant.

Now the only thing I want
Is to have my old job back again.
I'll clean the tables;
I'll do the creams;
I'll get down on my knees and scrub
behind the steam table.

O Mr. Sellack
I didn't think I'd be back.
I worked here last year
Remember?
I came when Annie
Was going on vacation
And I stayed on almost till December.

Now the only thing I want
Is to have my old job back again.
I won't be nasty to customers no more.
When they send their burger back I'll tell them that
I'm sorry.

Waiting tables ain't that bad.
Since I've seen you last, I've waited
for some things that you would not believe
To come true.

Give me a broom and I'll sweep my way to heaven.
Give me a job;
You name it.
Let the other forty-million three-hundred and seven
People who want to get famous.

Now the only thing I want
Is to have that old job back again.
I'll clean the tables;
I'll do the creams;
I'll get down on my knees and scrub
behind the steam table.

(Words & Music by Margaret A Roche)

Do I wanna be a dog?
any diddlin' male would do
if I was a damned old dog
I wouldn't be fussy for you

Do I wanna be a housebroken dog
eat better than an Indian
I don't wanna be a damned old dog
I just wanna lick your chin again

I thought that I could convince you
I thought that I could get through
chew out a hole in the fence you
barked up between me and you

Limpin' around in the moonlight
coverin' up what I did
words decompose all around me
nuisances I committed

Do I wanna be a dog
cut the heat out of me
if I was a damned old dog
I wouldn't have to goddamn human be

(Words & Music by Maggie, Terre & Suzzy Roche)

We're going away to Ireland soon
we're going away to Ireland Ireland
Ireland soon
Ireland soon
we'll try not to get in the way of the guns
as we always do
try not to get in the way of the guns
soon

We're flying across the ocean soon
we're flying across the ocean ocean

ocean soon
I dreamed I saw my guitar
topple off onto the runway
please be careful with my guitar
whoever you are

We're leaving behind our boyfriends soon
we're leaving behind our boyfriends boyfriends
boyfriends soon
boyfriends soon
I hope they have health food in Dublin
and strawberry apricot pie
if they don't have those things in Dublin
we'll probably die

We're going away to Ireland ocean boyfriend

(Words & Music by Suzzy Roche)

I sit down on the train
with my big pocketbook
the guitar and a sugar-free drink
I wipe the sweat off of my brow
with the side of my arm
and take off all that I can

I am trying not to have a bad day
everybody knows the way that is

Even though my baggage and I
are using up a two person seat
I'm not trying to be funny
but the guy who sits down next to me
is even bigger than that
we are overflowing out of the seat
I can't look at him
he doesn't look at me

Once you step on
you might never get off
of the commuter train
it doesn't go very far away
but just the same
it s a trip and a half

My face is pressed up
against the window
and through it I can see
the reflection of the train
I spy on the big guy
sitting next to me
he's drinking two beers
and reading the New York Post
trying not to get in my way
everybody knows the kind of day that is

He is miserable
I am miserable
we are miserable
can't we have a party
would he rather have a party
after all we have to sit here
and he's even drinking a beer
I want to ask him what's his name
but I can't cause I'm so afraid
of the man on the train

(Words & Music by Margaret A Roche)

One in Louisiana
one who travels around
one of 'em mainly stays in heart-throb town

I am not their main concern
they are lonely too
I am just an arrow passing through

When they look into my eyes
I know what to do

I make sure the words I say are true

When they send me off at dawn
pay the driver my fare
they know I am goin' down somewhere

O the married men
the married men
never would have had a good time again
if it wasn't for the married men

One says he'll come after me
another one'll drop me a line
one says all o' my agony is in my mind

They know what is wrong with me
none of 'em wants my hand
soloin' in my traveling wedding band

O the married men
the married men
makes me feel like a girl again
to run with the married men

One of 'ems got a little boy
other one he's got two
one of 'ems wife is one week overdue

I know these girls they don't like me
but I am just like them
pickin' a crazy apple off a stem

Givin' it to the married men
the married men
all o' that time in hell to spend
for kissin' the married men

(Words & Music by Terre Roche)

I can't get over what I saw.
And I can't change the law of averages.
I'm going down.
My uncle did it; my daddy did it.
I'm beginning to think that it runs in the family
Oh no, runs in the family.

One by one we left home.
We went so far out there.
Everybody got scared.
My uncle did it; my daddy did it.
I'm beginning to think that it runs in the family
Oh no, runs in the family.

All the boys could have gone to school.
All the girls were pretty enough to play the fool
Something about the danger zone
Wouldn't leave the bunch of us alone.

I remember that night.
It was the one I picked a fight with you.
I'm holding the bag
Just like my mama did;
Just like her mama did.
Now there's gonna be a new kid in the family
Oh no, kid you're gonna run in the family.
Oh yeah, kid you're gonna run in the family.

(Words & Music by Margaret A Roche)

Money is not the problem
you have enough of that
now you must close your office
put on your coat and hat
put on your coat and hat

Now is the hour of quitting
twilight paints the town
Old industrial skyline
how does the sun go down?
how does the sun go down

You can go south in winter
be what you are a goose
you can live near the ocean
your clothes can fit you loose

Even as you are leaning
into that glass of wine
you and beloved business
have come to the end of a line
come to the end of a line

All of the gates are open
all of the charges dropped
talks are terminated
payments have been stopped
payments have been stopped

You can move north in summer
you can be in the breeze
you don't need to notify
any secretaries

Old industrial skyline
drawing away from you
you are the one that'.s moving
you are the fool that flew
you are the fool that flew

You can go south in winter
be what you are a goose
honk all the moon out the ocean
your clothes can fit you loose

(Words & Music by Margaret A Roche)

She came on the stage
in a dress like the sky
she had painted a sunset
around her eyes
and all of the people
were charmed and surprised
at how pretty and high and shy she was
pretty and high and shy

She at the window
and the prince upon the bed
they were for an hour
before he said
if she had no place else
she was welcome to stay
but she'd better get back
and she thanked him the same
leavin' him pretty and high and dry
pretty and high and dry

The prince was confused
so he asked the magician
the magician arrived
at the answer profound
if she takes off her dress
the sky will fall down
cause she's pretty and high and a lie
pretty and high and a lie

I work at the circus
and I sleep with the clown
when I took off my dress
the sky fell down
if the sky falls down
then we play on the ground
cause I'm pretty and high and only partly a lie
pretty and high and only partly a lie
pretty and high and only partly a lie