Casey Dienel Lyrics, Photos, Pictures, Paroles, Letras, Text for every songs

B i o g r a p h y
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Casey Dienel grew up in a small seaside village with the cockleshells and sandmites. It was a rather quiet hermitage. After a brief romance with books, opera, current events (and maybe a few other strange infatuations), Dienel decided it was time to re-locate and re-prioritize, moving to Boston, where she can now be found hoarding songs like any good pack rat--eager to share them to whoever might listen. Dienel grew up writing songs in her living room with the doors shut so no one would hear. It's an old past-time that she's kept up with, like some people continue knitting or painting. Dienel writes songs about cats and dogs, historians, cowboys, apricots, glasswork, waltzes, switzerland, trains, ferris wheels, gin, candy corn, suitcases, failed love affairs, crazy drunk old men, and traveling.

Doctor Monroe

Years ago the phone rang off the hook for Dr. Monroe
But he's erased the names in his little black book, he's living alone
Oh, you might have seen him chain-smoking on national TV
Drinking scotch on the rocks and flipping through playboy magazines
He will not hello, invite you to his chateau in the Pyrenees
He's a real sharp shooter, good looker, smooth talker with the ladies

He's running on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have
Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man

Ten years ago he quit the material world
He started speaking to the sixth dimension through public urinals
Oh, her got curious and started wearing some of Helen’s clothes
He quit the firm and set up practice in his bathtub
Helen said "darling, I’m concerned, do you think that you'll pull through
Or should I call the doctor?"
He said "that's what I am, you fool."

He's running on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have
Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man

He's got his hair slicked back and his boots laced tight and shined
He makes a killer first impression 'cause he smells like turpentine
Oh, he'll slide beside you and ask you for his name
He extinguishes his cigarette in your water and then gives it a swig
"when is your stop? Where are you getting off?"
Gee, I can't be so sure, maybe Berlin, or maybe not

He's running on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have
Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man

When he comes in to see you he will look you straight in the eye
When he says "voulez-vous coucher avec moi?"
Run for you life

Cause he's running on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have
Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man

Everything

Since I was a child I could read the tides by the colours of the clouds
When I grew I left in the spring and took only my piano and some gin

But when I’m awake and I feel my head is swinning
Then when I sleep I begin to think of
Everything
Everything
Everything
Oh everything

When I was only four I found my lonely ivories and we became fast friends
I moved to the city but I can still hear waves
I’m a break-wall and the moon is tugging my feet

But when I’m awake and I feel my head is swinning
Then when I sleep I begin to think of
Everything
Everything
Everything
Oh everything

When I’m in my baby's arms
I can still feel the pulse
Do I stay, do I go
I don't know, I don't know

But when I’m awake and I feel my head is swinning
Then when I sleep I begin to think of
Everything
Everything
Everything
Oh everything
Everything
Everything
Everything
Everything...

Baby James

My first lover was real sweet, he made a woman out of me
But he left as quick as he came, my baby James
Mama said I was naive
'Said one day he'd pick up and leave me
But 'till then I swore I’d stay for my baby Jame

My baby's gone and I can't seem to find him
He never calls and he's real bad at writing
Oh where's my baby James

My first lover was real cruel and he knew what he was doing
He loved so good I had to stay for my baby James
Mama said I was naive
'Said one day he'd pick up and leave me.
But 'till that day I best be strong for my baby James

He's as cold as an ice box, there's nothing inside him
Just crack him open, hear the echoes holler
Where's my baby James

Oh I begged him not to go
But nothing would move him
He said he'd women to meet
And countries to topple
Before you cart me away
Tell him I’m real sorry
Oh, I love him just the same, my baby Jame

Call of f the search party there's nobody coming
My baby's gone where you never will find him
Where's my baby
Where's my baby
Bye bye baby James

Cabin fever

Autumn's coming in through the yard,
Marching like a grandfather clock
The badges he wears are tattered and old
Like shredded ribbons of bright read and gold
His arms are stiff and they're sure they're in time
'Cause you can't slow a man with a pendulum down
No, you can't slow a man with a pendulum down

In autumn it's hard to keep the mood light
The puddles get deep and my umbrella was swiped
You'll find him in the strangest of places
Jangling a coffee cup outside store twenty-four
But he's not a beggar 'till the cold settles in
And he swears there's an Indian summer in him
Oh, he swears there's an Indian summer in him

Drink from this flask to put warmth in your chest and sing around my piano
I'm settling in for the long winter months with all of the friends I can handle
And we'll toast this death of summer months
And summer warmth
And summer love

If your heart starts feeling slow, there's a refrain I know and I’ll teach you, it goes
"when we've come down with cabin fever,
And everyone's wearing sweaters
And talking about leaving, we'll know it's time."

Pack the car
Head out to Vermont
I'm trading Boston concrete for foliage
It always feels like I’m on my way out
Chasing seasons down but they never do budge
Oh, as soon as you're used to one season it moves
And that's all that you can count on
That's all that you can count on

When we've come down with cabin fever
And everyone's wearing sweaters
And talking about leaving we'll know it's time

Frankie and Annette

Frankie and Annette ran off at sixteen and it all started at a red sox ball game
In a cracker jack box, Frankie found a ring and said "how's about making me a man?"
Frankie was just laid off at the store, they said
"Kid, you've got some shit to learn about selling cheese to customers."
If you're not wrapping it in cellophane you're writing it

It's all about your fifteen seconds
And it's all about walking away from the wreck
It's all about assembling a life from what's left on the streets
Hubcap coffee cups and broken love seats

They took off on the road in fraudulent car
Held a cashier at gunpoint in a Cumberland farms
Got married by a guy who was impersonating a judge
And for twenty-five dollars did house-calls

It's all about your fifteen seconds
And it's all about walking away from the wreck
It's all about assembling a life from what's left on the streets
Hubcap coffee cups and broken love seats

Maybe I’ll buy you a little house down on Grasshopper Street
Nine to five behind a pavoni machine
Then I’ll know you up with a little baby
And we'll name him Martinez

They got caught by the cops when they got to Columbus
"Kids, who is it that put you up to this?"
Frankie said it was fate, Annette said it was love
"Book 'em danno, we got our front page

It's all about your fifteen seconds
And it's all about walking away from the wreck
It's all about assembling a life from what's left on the streets
Hubcap coffee cups and broken love seats
Hubcap coffee cups and broken love seats
Oh, hubcap coffee cups and broken love seats

The coffee beanery

The coffee beanery was about to explode
Or was it a field
Nobody knows
Nobody saw it coming
But for days
The forecast predicted frost
The TV's radiated ice

The Toyota became a baked Alaska
And if we took out our spoons
The windshield wipers scraping beneath
A little work for dessert
If every course would put up a good fight first

All that you build will probably fall someday
Then you'll be left with only Polaroids
So, what I want to know is when the sky caves in
Who's gonna pick up the pieces then

The signs, they were all there before
A blink of barrette the waves crashing down on the colonials
Everybody said "don't get caught, darling, you gonna end up in a Folgers tin"
But even they liked the storm
And they drive me batty when they say things like that
'Cause you know I’ve heard the stories, too
Oh I’ve heard the wives' tale
Where Polly at a load of stale reunion bread
And got killed by one of her seven Siamese cats
Never did want an American short-hair 'cause they've got bones to pick

All that you build will probably fall someday
Then you'll be left with only Polaroids
So, what I want to know is when the sky caves in
Who's gonna pick up the pieces then

I had a dream about Helena where she was strumming her cello like it was a banjo
We got drunk and danced in the sand dunes 'till she said
"Why don't we go and see about that parade?"

And James with his beard which is down to his knees, is
Probably in Asia chewing on a coil of ginseng and he's
Writing me every week about the big beautiful world
I kind of want to be a part of it.

All that you build will probably fall someday
Then you'll be left with only Polaroids
So, what I want to know is when the sky caves in
Who's gonna pick up the pieces then

Embroidery

Since I was a girl, I’ve been good at embroidery
I finished up my finishing school in Switzerland
Then I escaped to Evian, wound my car down the alps, lived only on apricots
Picked by the side of the road

In vevey I lived with two spinsters who spoke only french
But mostly bickered
They fed me strawberry wine
I sat in my room writing you lines on doilies
They all said the same thing
I wish you were here

The lights on Lake Geneva are a sight for sore eyes
They turn the water into glass
I could step on it and be in Lausanne
Then I’d be just miles from you, maybe I’d see you in line at the shooting booths
Maybe you'd buy me an ice cream cone

But if you look you'll see my initials stitched inside your left breast pocket
The one you keep your handkerchief in
The one closest to you heart

Since I was a girl I’ve been good at embroidery
Since I was a girl I’ve been good at embroidery
But no needlepoint will bring you
Across this continental divide
Across the Atlantic ocean to where I am now

Fat Old Man

You’ve moved off to Seattle
You go down yo the bar every day
This morning you woke up in the park
Wearing only a tiny straw hat
You’ve got a mad dog with a bad leg
And a comb full of rotten teeth
But the days get longer you don’t get no younger
And nobody’s calling for you
Keep moving on

You’re chewing aspirin like M&Ms
Anything to dull the pain
But the doctor says it’s nothing that a little courage wouldn’t fix.
So they put you up on morphine and they strap you to the bed
Saying “Darling, it’s just a bad dream, it’ll be over soon”
Keeps moving on

Oh nobody
Nobody feels like fighting

You’ve unplugged all the phone lines
And changed the locks on the doors
You’ve been wearing suits and collared shirts
And you’ve changed your name to Carlos
You take up with a lady
The kind that wears perfume
And she likes the sound of your name
When it's following after hers
Keep moving on

Then she tells you there’s a child
And he’s three months along
She’s been dying to tell you
‘Cause she thinks he’ll have your nose
You call her up the next day
It was St. valentine’s
And you wanted to know about the hometown
And see if it was standing
And it keeps moving on

‘Cause nobody
Nobody feels like fighting

The LeCalire boy died in a fire
The town gathered by the harbor’s edge
And sure enough when the flames died down the boat almost sunk
The next day the sea was quiet
The tide came in, then moved out
That’s just one way of saying
Nothing changes when you’re gone
It keeps moving on

Stationary

I've tried writing letters
Tried reading paperback novels, too
I've made changes in my morning routine
Because they don't include you
All of the love I will call mine and no longer
'Seems like someone misaligned my heart
Sitting in taverns with a whiskey grin
You want me but you won't take me home.

I can't shake you off
No matter how hard I try
I can't just pick up my pen
And write about something else
I can't shake you off
But, baby, I want to

I've tried writing about the weather
But all of the patterns seemed the same
No one wants to hear songs about the wind
Or the clouds when the weekly
Outlook always predicts rain
Since you left the world went on spinning
There were no clouds, nor screams, nor heart attacks
But when you returned you still looked pretty
So I dropped all of the belongings I was holding in my hands

I can't shake you off
No matter how hard I try
I can't just pick up my pen
And write about something else
I can't shake you off
But, baby, I want to

Douse me in cold water
Hang me out to dry when the nightmare's over
'Cause I'll be ready, oh you gotta be ready to fall

I've tried writing about footprints
How funny it is they follow you wherever you go
We're invisible when we are running away from the scene of the crime
But the evidence still stays in the yard
I've tried meeting strangers
Listened to them murmur their secrets in the dark
But none of them gave me a thrill quite like you do
So really, what is the point

When I can't shake you off
No matter how hard I try
I can't just pick up my pen
And write about something else
I can't shake you off
But, baby, I want to
I want to, I want to

Douse me in cold water
Hang me out to dry when the nightmare's over
'Cause I'll be ready, oh you gotta be ready to fall

Tundra

I called in sick to the bathtub today
Somebody pulled the plug on me
So I gathered up my skirts half way to the sink
Made a bubble bath towel
I bought at Jo–Ann Fabrics

Oh you held me like a tundra
Shifting blocks of ice
Pulling us under
Come a little closer
You're in for a long haul
Because the water gets deeper the further we drift out

I used to watch the weather channel twice a week
Make visually, calculations of the water levels rising
But since my basin emptied
I can't bear to look at it.
Disaster is as disaster does
And it doesn't like forecasting

Oh you held me like a tundra
Shifting blocks of ice
Pulling us under
Come a little closer
You're in for a long haul
Because the water gets deeper the further we drift out.

You didn't have to tell me,
Or even say her name
The evidence was plainly written by the expression on your face
It ain't intuition, it ain't ESP
I could even tell when you were making love to me.

Oh you held me like a tundra
Shifting blocks of ice
Pulling us under
Come a little closer
You're in for a long haul
Because the water gets deeper the further we drift out
The water gets deeper the further we drift out
And it's too bad, it's too bad
It's too bad 'cause we knew it all along

Oh you held me like a tundra
Shifting blocks of ice
Pulling us under
Come a little closer
You're in for a long haul
Because the water gets deeper the further we drift out
The water gets deeper the further we drift out
The water gets deeper and soon our love will drown

*** Thanx a lot to Matthew for this one ***

All or Nothing

Love, why did you run
And call my body poison
I wanted a love that would keep
It was all or nothing

In a poplar tree my hopes got caught
And then you broke my heart
And the branches bent just out of reach
It was all or nothing.

I'm going to be just fine
I'll travel down my crooked line
With these images in my head
Of you lying beside me

I still have your old t-shirt
It's starting to smell like dust
And I barely remember your name
It was all or nothing

I'm going to be just fine
I'll travel down my crooked line
With these images in my head
Of you lying beside me

Walking down Huntington Avenue
Since you've gone my steps have turned heavy
Yet I don't regret a thing
As long as there is spring I'll love again
So when the crowd gathered to see the holy end
I loved so hard I broke in half
And my heart shrivelled to potpourri
But it was all or nothing
All or nothing, all or nothing…

I'm going to be just fine
I'll travel down my crooked line
With these images in my head
Of you lying beside me

The la la song

Knowing you makes all the difference
Don't it darling
Knowing all your if's and why's
Your when's and how's

December comes in as a short procession
A little punctured, a little heartbroken
But not forever and not for long

In New York, the vagabonds have fled
To your dusty wings
The play bill tramps are
Starving for a little warmth

It seems I’ve help my arms like this for ages
But I am done waiting, I am lowering them down
Like a white flag, like a sail

It's Clementine season, my peach, my little
You are gone, but now I like all my parts

It's funny how when we're whole, we feel hollow
It's funny, I like me best with a broken heart

So, when winter started to thaw
You may be tempted to come around
And it's likely to be too late

La la la...

Put on my lipstick, I know it's gonna get me tips
Step into the costume so I can give my patrons kicks
Step outside for a cigarette and it’s starting to snow
Every time it gets cold I begin to think of you

Hold on a minute they're calling me
Sugar, sugar, sugar come here
Dance a little close I can almost feel you
Sugar, sugar come here, you're all i got to keep me....warm

I'll admit it, it's cliché but I’m still writing you letters
My room here is cosy and sparsely decorated with posters of Big Sur
I've never been there, but I want you to take me
Though i think that paradise is a place you visit and not a place you live

That's why everything is better in Manhattan
Oh people aren't hungry, they aren't starving in Manhattan
And the buildings are tall and the sky is something you search for
In Manhattan..

And in my spare time I'm making a garden on my fire escape
I can't wait to watch my seedlings find the sun
It won't be easy, 'cause nothing ever is
That's why everything tastes so good

So my love, I've got all my ropes and chains
I'm gonna give them to you for your birthday
You can do with them what you want, but I hope you're gonna tie me up
You can do with them what you want, but I hope you're gonna tie me up, and sing

Oh, Sugar, sugar, sugar come here
Dance a little close I can almost feel you
Sugar, sugar come here, you're all I got to keep me warm
Sugar, Sugar come here, oh I can almost taste you
I'm gonna put you out on the street and watch you grow
In the concrete

Oh my love this time you've gone too far
How many times must I repeat myself?
I love you, there I said it, and I meant it
I love you, there I said it and I meant every word
I love you, there I said it, no you take it
Oh will you put it out on the street and watch it grow in the concrete

Everything is better in Manhattan
Oh Spoons aren't silver, they're gold in Manhattan
And the Buildings are tall and the sky is something you reach for
In Manhattan, oh
In Manhattan, oh
In Manhattan, In Manhattan