Carly Simon Album

Strange times in Portland, Maine
Lobsters dancing on the docks
Switzerland's been wierd since they unplugged the clocks
Man and a woman in Brooklyn Heights
Each convinced the other's in the wrong
While last year the divorce rate trippled in Hong Kong

If through all the madness
We can stick together
We're safe and sound
The world's just inside out and upside down

Flash from Mexico
The Toreadors have all turned gay
Roman whores have quit to seek a better way
Dope has undermined the morale of
The Buckingham Palace guards
Motorcycle gangs ride naked down Hollywood Boulevard

If through all the madness
We can stick together
We're safe and sound
The world's just inside out and upside down

Marahaj wants you to lead a pilgrimage to Tibet
New York women want me sounding off like a Suffragette
I know that each of us is all alone in the end
But the trip still feels less dangerous when you've got a friend

If we stick together
You and me forever
We're safe and sound
The world's just turned inside out and upside down
The world's just turned insode out and upside down

I've got my mind on my man again
I've got my man on my mind
He's everything to me
He's somethin' more special
Than any amount of lookin's gonna find

I'm not hooked on any hero from an idle dream
But I'm idly dreamin' of him
He's a lotus that opens and closes
Notice he won't always let me in

So, my mind is on my man
Got my man on my mind

Sometimes he's sleepy
And I don't think he loves me
I worry about his lovin'
Ain't I crazy?

He's a northern baby and a southern child
He's a gentleman lost at the fair
He's a cowboy, gettin' drunk at the plaza
He has a place in my heart, anywhere

And my mind is on my man
Got my man on my mind

Platform shoes on table tops
I think I'm gonna be a lady
Opinions flyin' right and left
I think I'm gonna tell them maybe
They're puttin' out too many phonograph records
I think I'm gonna have a baby, a baby

I wouldn't be naughty for the sake of naught
Or be different just to differ
I wouldn't sell myself just to get bought
Or give just to deliver
They're puttin' out too many phonograph records
I think I want to be a river, be a river...

Rivers do such nice things, they roll to the sea
When I am a river then I'll want to listen to me
They're puttin' out too many phonograph records
I think I want to be a river

So you pick me up, and you tune me up
And you wind me up and play me
You talk about heart
And you say you know soul
And the way to treat a lady
You're puttin' out too many phonograph records
I think I'm gonna have a baby, have a baby

Babys do such nice things, they rock on your knee
When I was a baby my rockin' was something to see

She rides in the front seat...
She's my older sister.
She knows her power over me.
She goes to bed an hour later than I do
When she turns the lights out,
what does she think about?
And what does she do in the daylight that makes her so great?

Oh, but to be...
Oh, but to be
Oh, but to be
I'd like to be...
my older sister...

She flys through the back door.
She's my older sister.
She throws french phrases 'round the room.
She has ice skates and legs that fit right in.
She's wicked to all the beaming dreamers who later
Boast of an evening by her fiery side.

Oh but to be...
I'd like to be
Please let me be
Oh let me be...
My older sister...

And in her black gymnastic tights
She runs into some elastic night
Sophisticated sister sings for the soldiers of the soccer team.
Their silver ID's and sororitys
they tinker with love in their model T's
Oh Lord...
Won't you let me be her for just one day?

She turns everybodys heads
while I wear her last year's threads
with patches and stitches and a turned up hem.

Oh but to be...
Oh but to be
I'd like to be
just once to be...
My older sister...

You stick to me when I wish you'd gone
You hammer on my thoughts through dreams
Your plot is thick with saucy schemes
And ways to reach my balconies

And I say I'm not turned on by the way you look
I'm not turned on by the way you act
I'm not turned on when you tell me
That you need me

But sometimes
Just sometimes
You can see the softness in my eyes
And you know
It's just not true

You're in my blood, a Holy Ghost
I scream, but it's a hollow plea
The thoughts I swallow leave me thirsty
You do a very fine imitation of me

And I say I'm not turned on by the way you laugh
I'm not turned on by the way you smile
I'm not turned on when you tell me that you love me

But sometimes
Just sometimes
You can see the softness in my eyes
And you know
It's just not true

And I say I'm not turned on by the way you dance
I'm not turned on my the way you laugh
I'm not turned on when you tell me that you need me

But sometimes
Just sometimes
You can see the softness in my eyes
And you know
It's just not true

Says spittle on the griddle
As you drop that batter into that hot butter
Round and brown
Pipping hot
Like is not?
What we got is hotcakes

Hubba, hubba, hubba
Puffing up fluffy and sweet
And now wait
And now flip it

There are plenty of late nights
If you want to stay up for them
You'll just want to find yourself a friend
And tie a couple on in a night spot
Draw pictures of your soul, win the jackpot
For tears in your beer

It's hip to be miserable
When you're young and intellectual
In a bit you'll admit you're a misfit

Come on home with me
We'll turn on the TV
About 10 o'clock, we'll turn off the light
Not every man was born to stay up late at night

There are plenty of boats to catch
If you notice all the sails in the wind
But you better look hard my friend

In case you catch a ride on the wrong one
And you think you see the one you belong on
Oh, the water is wide

It's hip to be miserable
When you're young and intellectual
In a bit you'll admit you're a misfit

Come on home with me
We'll sit under a tree
And if you get the itch
I'll supply the scratch
Not every man was born with a boat to catch

It's hip to be miserable
When you're young and intellectual
In a bit you'll admit you're a misfit

Words of love
Softly spoken like clouds above
Drift away
What shall I say?

To let you know the way I feel
Should I cry out loud that love is real?
Or simply reveal
Forever my love

Time alone will tell us
Lovers born in May
May grow bitter and jealous
Faded and gray
What shall I say?

It's not another lovers game
It doesn't seem to have a name
It changes and remains the same
Forever my love, my love

Yesterday's projection will never really know
But tomorrow's recollection will surely show
It was so between us
Ain't no other way
Time has seen us
Day after day
What shall I say?

That isn't in the way I act
That'll carry through the years intact
I'm lookin' forward to lookin' back
From further on down the track
Together in fact
Forever my love, my love

Album: Hotcakes
Composer: Inez Foxx / Charlie Foxx
Vocals: Carly Simon & James Taylor

Mock (yeah)
Ing (yeah)
Bird (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Mockin'bird, now

Everybody have you heard
He's gonna buy me a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won't sing
He's gonna buy me a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring won't shine
He's gonna surely break this heart of mine
And that's why I keep on tellin' everybody
Say yeah, yeah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh

Hear me now and understand
He's gonna find me some piece of mind
And if that piece of mind won't stay
I'm gonna find myself a better way
And if that better way ain't so
I'll ride with the tide and go with the flow
And that's why I keep on shoutin' in your ear
Say yeah, yeah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh

Now, everybody have you heard
She's gonna buy me a mockingbird
Yeah if that mockingbird don't sing
She's gonna buy me a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring won't shine
Yes, it'll surely break this heart of mine
And there's a reason why I keep on tellin' everybody
Say yeah, yeah no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Listen now and understand
She's gonna find me some piece of mind
Yeah if that piece of mind won't stay
I'm gonna get myself a better way
I might rise above, I might go below
Ride with the tide and go with the flow
And that's the reason why I keep on shoutin' in your ear
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, now, now. baby

I stood in the doorway in my white nightgown
Red roses on linen
I stood three feet from the ground
The grownups laughed inside
Used words I didn't know
But still I enjoyed the show

They looked so lovely
They looked so self-assured
And I just like them
Would know it all when I matured
And no longer be afraid of the darkness or the bears
Or the cracks in the ceiling upstairs

Well, I've just gotten older
I've just gotten taller
And the little ones
Call me a grownup

Last night at a friend's house
A little girl was there
She stood in the doorway playing with her hair
She looked up at me as if I could do no wrong
As I stood to sing my song

I sang it with a shiver
In my throat and in my knees
Feeling just as small
As a thistle in a breeze
But the child's imagination
Carried me along
And saw me through my song

See, I've just gotten older
I've just gotten taller
And the little ones
They call me a grownup

All those crazy nights
When I cried myself to sleep
Now melodrama never makes me weep anymore

'Cause I haven't got time for the pain
I haven't got room for the pain
I haven't the need for the pain
Not since I've known you

You showed me how
How to leave myself behind
How to turn down the noise in my mind

Now I haven't got time for the pain
I haven't got room for the pain
I haven't the need for the pain
Not since I've known you

Suffering was the only thing
That made me feel I was alive
Thought that's just how much
It cost to survive in this world
'Til you showed me how
How to fill my heart with love
How to open up and drink in all that white light
Pouring down from the heaven

Haven't got time for the pain
I haven't got room for the pain
I haven't the need for the pain
Not since I've known you