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Joanne Shaw
Member Since: 4/3/2018

Wrote my first song at age 6. (I also write novels.) Melodies usually arrive with the words.

I won poetry awards for previous lyrics, 2008-2011, where judges at 2nd level included Nobel and Pulitzer authors.

Not formally trained. I started in New Age. Thus, I have the best songwriting method you can imagine. They should teach it in schools. ANY genre.

I spent about 15 years singing karaoke clubs, which exposed me to a lot of different music. Read a lot of lyrics up close. Canadian

Genres: Adult Contemporary, Folk, Other

Instruments: No Instrument

Influences: Harry Chapin, Cat Stephens, Melissa Etheridge, Tracy Chapman, Bob Dylan, Otis Redding, Enya. I like to put a lot of air between my words so the audience or others can process them. I can pump out profuse amounts of solid material. Might be the epitome of laziness but am currently highly interested in well known artist recording some of my material or co-write.

 

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  1. 1. I'M GOING TO LISTEN 'TILL I KNOW YOU CARE
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    I'M GOING TO LISTEN 'TILL I KNOW YOU CARE

                                                         
                                                            

    Due to injury, music audio demo will appear in the near future. This is a complete song with melody. In the mean time, lyrics are present below. Sorry for the inconvenience. Contact: Please use this songu website to contact Joanne Shaw. "I'm Going To Listen 'Till I know You Care" Unpublished © Copyright 2019 Joanne Shaw written by Joanne Shaw INTRO: I heard some new advice about boyfriends. I listened, and she might right. She said, “Love is an easy one, but not in romance.” I heard her and I'll take a chance. She said “girls grow up quicker, and know more about love Than the boys they go with. That young love is hard stuff.” She said. “You won't want to hear this: live your life not just for a boy.” “You're so excited, and knowing love is no toy.” “At his age, he may not always be there, even though he should.” “Even though you don't see it, your love looks good.” There's a secret, we older girls think you should utilize. Both put away all fights. And count he'll also realize. For times you both talk and talk and talk with your hands. When you just want answers, but he won't dance. When you want him so much, but, while holding up your own heart. When you're lonelier with him than you are apart, Adults know this. You haven't seen this yet. Listen to someone else.” I know mom's no help. There are friends, of course. Radio is every sound. You'll have more to give. And if it goes bad with a boy, It's your fullest life at least you found. VERSE: So I dug out my radio, plugged in my radio. The songs say everything. What did I tell you? CHORUS: I want to listen only to music, which won't tell me I'm wrong. I want to I get my way, and hear you love me. It says in the song. I want to spend all my time with you, when you can't be found, Or, learn what things you'll likely do, that neither understand. I want to learn about truth, and hear a new song, Untill it's good for us, until I know you're my man. Excuse me, while I tune in to the all-night radio stations. Please, make your music over there. Since I have no experience, and you say you don't know, I'm gonna listen 'til I know you care. VERSE: There are songs about prison. It's illegal, Or else its an art form – Didn't know that – For you to notice my looks. VERSE: On other stations, A lady is crying In a song about a husband Who noticed her, not her hair. VERSE: If songs break for commercials, Hair cuts are expensive. But, I can change a jingle From Middle C to Middle F. Or I might have meant “D”. VERSE: Why bother with hair cuts, When men swear up and down, they don't notice her hair. I'm lucky; that's not my husband. I listen to other husbands. Maybe that's my boyfriend's affair. VERSE: Hair might matter, if its blue or missing. It won't be missing. And just like you and me, my hair will never be blue. {CHORUS:} VERSE: We'll get married. We'll have children. You'll never be a one hit wonder of mine. But first we'll listen to blues or jazz or else buy pearls. It will set the mood. It will be good. VERSE: I think you and I should Finish school first. Maybe I'll go to music school Or I'll be a nurse. I always feel your love. You're in perfect pitch. VERSE: You'll be humming. You'll be whistling. I'll be smiling. Because the songs make us happy about our love. VERSE: The best are sad songs. The best are happy songs. Cheek to cheek or jazz or limbo or rap. How do you like to dance? BRIDGE: If there's a power failure, What will we do? VERSE: If you think I don't like cooking, Just because I like your sweater, You can take me out to dinner. We can always stay in. I'll show you my radio, Or, if you'd rather, Any Saturday night, You can decide to remember my birthday instead. OUTRO: The speakers are the only thing in our house that will ever break up. {END WITH CHORUS:} ~~ Due to misfortune, music audio demo will appear in the near future. Or may be available. sooner upon request. Thank you for your patience and understanding.
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  2. 2. LET THEM KEEP THEIR BRAIDS
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    LET THEM KEEP THEIR BRAIDS

                                                         
                                                            

    “Let Them Keep Their Braids” Inro: Great forgotten spirit, you're the earth, the stars, the sky, the sea. Great forgotten spirit, you're needed in our streets today. Verse: You've probably seen him before, walking the streets in the downtown core. He's never followed his heart; too busy chasing his alcohol. He hunts like his ancestors, daily for his meat. His weapon's his pitied face. His hunting ground's the street. Did I just see you through him a dime? Is that the going price of peace of mind? It's about time you invited him into your game. And let him keep his braids. Verse: You've probably seen her before, walking the streets in the nighttime horror. She's never followed her pride; too busy chasing her next safe ride. She loves like her ancestors, daily for your sight. Her tool is her naked body. Her nursing ground's the night. Did I just see you hand her a bill. Is that the going price of your cheap thrill? It's about time you invited her into your game. And let her keep her braids. Verse: You've probably heard them before, yelling and dancing like the world's no more. They've never followed your ways; too busy chasing your pain away. They live like their ancestors, daily for their earth. Their method's a likely one. Their fertile ground's their worth. Did you see that, then hand them a war? Ain't that the quickest way to peace no more? It's about time you invited them out from your game. And let them keep their braids. Outro: Great forgotten spirit, you're the earth, the stars, the sky, the sea. Great forgotten spirit, you're needed in our streets today. ~~ the end. Contact: info@joanneshaw.com
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  3. 3. THE REPTILE CAFE
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    THE REPTILE CAFE

                                                         
                                                            

    "The Reptile Cafe" by Joanne Shaw I drove up to the restaurant, the first I'd seen today. I parked my car and entered. It'd been hours since I ate. I took the last remaining table at the crowded cafe. The waitress smiles and tells me all the specials of the day. "We got alligator soup. We got crocodile pie." "Get a lizard in your coffee for a dollar-forty-five." "Turtle is our specialty. I recommend sauteed." "You'll always ask for seconds at The Reptile Cafe." I won't pretend I was pleased with the choices I heard. I was raised on mashed potatoes, and I seldom diverge. But just this once, I'll be a sport, and try a different dish. After all the turtle's similar to chicken or fish. "I'll take some alligator soup. I'll take some crocodile pie." "Put a lizard in my coffee for a dollar-forty-five." "If turtle is your specialty, I'll try some sauteed." "I hope the food is like the service at The Reptile Cafe." The place was filled with customers who travelled many miles. They wake up to their toads and eggs and go to sleep with smiles. About to make a graceful exit when my food came to me. I might just learn what all this fuss could ever be. I taste my alligator soup, cry in my crocodile pie. I chew the lizard in my coffee worth a dollar-forty-five. Turtle is their specialty I wish they'd walk away. I'll pass on second helpings from The Reptile Cafe. I was warned by Momma Dear to always clean my plate. It's rude to show the starving folks exactly what you waste. But if ever an exception, this is surely it. If you're ever eating dinner here, don't bring your etiquette. Spill your alligator soup. Spill your crocodile pie. Keep the lizard from your coffee; Save a dollar-forty-five. I warn you, turtle is their specialty, don't let 'em on your plate. You'll leave a vegetarian from The Reptile Cafe. Cause the menu says: "Alligator soup. Crocodile pie." "Get a lizard in your coffee for a dollar-forty-five." "Turtle is our specialty We recommend sauteed." "You'll always ask for seconds at The Reptile Cafe." ~~ the end Email: info@joanneshaw.com
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  4. 4. IN SPITE OF WHAT I'VE DONE
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    IN SPITE OF WHAT I'VE DONE

                                                         
                                                            

    “In Spite Of What I've Done” Written by Joanne Shaw Intro: I slept with her last night. An experiment that should have finished years ago. You know my mind was with you the whole time. And I found myself wishing that I was there too. We never exchanged words about it. But promises aren't made of words. The fact is my heart was with you last night, And I should have been there too. [Chorus] What does it mean to say I'm sorry? Are these words you even want to hear? I wish I could change what happened, But I can only change what's here. And I want you to know that it sure wasn't worth it. Especially now that you're hurting. So I just want to ease your mind. And do everything I can, to make certain That you understand that I love you, In spite of what I've done. Verse: Why do I let this stranger touch me, When I'd rather be sitting with you? And if having you near me feels so much sweeter, I can't imagine the ecstasy. Why do I find myself protecting you from me? Hiding my love like it could kill you. Nobody's ever hurt from love before Until they've kept it from you. [Repeat Chorus] Contact: info@joanneshaw.com or through songu.com
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  5. 5. CARRIE, CAN I CARRY YOU HOME?
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    CARRIE, CAN I CARRY YOU HOME?

                                                         
                                                            

    “Carrie, Can I Carry You Home?” By Joanne Shaw VERSE: Carrie stands, her hands on hips, under the neon lights. Tonight she's had just a couple of tricks. It's one of her slower nights. A man near by tries to bid her down. He just won't pay her cost. In Carrie's job, it's youth that pays; the youth that she's long lost. Long, hard nights with countless men; company that keeps her cold. Carrie's getting on forty now. In street-years that's getting old. Makeup doesn't hide her pain, her battered, bitter face, Dull grey eyes, and darkened lines of a woman twice her age. CHORUS: “Carrie, Carrie, will you tell me why some leave you in tears?” “Carrie, Carrie, and tell me, who took your years?” “Do you have any trust left? All generosity spent?” “And what are with these places you roam?” “Come, bleed, instead, on a red carpet, now.” “Carrie, can I carry you home?” VERSE: Some folks are scared as they walk on by, pretending not to stare. Others look down on her, using her up, because they really don't care. I catch her eye as she looks my way, but she doesn't realize That I was a man (or "someone") that she once knew well, that she should have recognized. She speaks to a man, trying to bid her down, "Are you interested or not?" I hand her a hundred dollar bill. "Come for a coffee and talk." "What the hell. I'm here to please. Whatever turns you on." We walk into a nearby cafe, find a booth and sit down. {REPEAT CHORUS}: VERSE: Carrie orders her coffee black. “Three sugars, no cream.” Just the way she used to drink it at home. I guess some things stay the same. Carrie lights a cigarette. Her nails match her lips. Her eyes swell as she starts to speak. Her coffee shakes as she sips. "I was the oldest. No father there. I wanted more for the kids." "Came to the city for an office job. I've worked the streets ever since." "Haven't spoke, since, with anyone; too ashamed of the life I've led." "I ain't ever going to tell them now. I'd rather that they think I was dead." {REPEAT CHORUS}: VERSE: Carrie stops and she holds her face. "Why am I telling you this?" "I guess you kind of remind me of someone I often miss." Carrie stands, ready to leave. "You're hour's up. Gotta get back." “But say 'hello' anytime you like. It's nice to have a chance to talk." When Carrie leaves the restaurant, I think about all that she's said. I think about how she's missed me too, but that she'd rather we believe that she's dead. I rush out to follow her. She's leaning in a car up ahead. She climbs in. They drive away. There's so much I left unsaid. {REPEAT CHORUS}: ~~ the end Contact: Contact through this website, songu.com.
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  6. 6. UNWRITTEN HISTORY
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    UNWRITTEN HISTORY

                                                         
                                                            

    “Unwritten History” INTRO: I see you in a magazine. Bleeding on the movie screen. I relate to you. The need's so strong to tell you so. Is this foolishness. Or just timelessness. But since your time's spent too, I'd like to say to you. CHORUS: I admire you. You empower me. It's helped me get a little closer, to the best that I can be. VERSE: Your photos paste our history books. Your stories all were overlooked. We we remember you. We won't let them destroy your truth. VERSE: And I see the gags across your face, Hidden by your proper place. We're still watching you. We won't let you go missing too. {REPEAT CHORUS} VERSE: I see you fighting everyday Winning for a better way, And they pass you by. Your words are true; The sounds the lie. VERSE: And I hear your voice across the screams, That break you down. That split your dreams. But I see you're proud. Don't give up. Just say it loud. {REPEAT CHORUS} VERSE: I see your strength. I see your lips. I know your blood. I know your hips. They still hand us this. Let's rip the chains, which wrap our wrists. VERSE: Some use your dress. Some use your cheer. Some hide your tongue. Some use your ear. Or stop your speech, then let you cough. They cut your throat, they cut you off. OUTRO: Is this hopelessness? Or just endlessness? But since your hope's spent too, I'd like to say to you... ...That I don't know who I'm talking to. Just know the face when word's ring true. Yes, I've breathed your tears. Just pray your will, forget your fears. {REPEAT CHORUS} ~~ the end Contact: info@joanneshaw.com
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  7. 7. SHE ALWAYS TALKS ABOUT THE TRUCK
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    SHE ALWAYS TALKS ABOUT THE TRUCK

                                                         
                                                            

    “She Always Talks About The Truck” Unpublished Copyright © 2018 Joanne Shaw. Written by Joanne Shaw VERSE: This driver's seat no longer steals the show. My lady, who's been with me on my every road Told me something today that I never knew, About the way I love and the driving I do. CHORUS: I thought that my speed and steering was what won her attention: My manly maneuverings and my sense of direction. Today the truth came out that my drivings been a miss. Why she likes our drives is that we always stop and kiss. POST-CHORUS (orphan line) : Well, she don't ask for much. She always talks about the truck. VERSE: Can't keep her out of our cab, since our first date. I introduced her to riding when it was all she could hate. She hops right in. She takes the passenger's side. She swears up and down that she enjoys the ride. {REPEAT CHORUS AND POST-CHORUS:} VERSE: She rolls down the windows; the breeze won't let her win. Then she snuggles to keep warm when I'm trying to shift. I see it is her way of asking for a little time and luck. It made me wonder, “why does she like the truck?” {REPEAT CHORUS AND POST-CHORUS:} VERSE From icy winters to slippery mud, We've seen roads' dirt. We've seen our love. Our vehicle is Lord where others would kill to meet. My wife says that's our time, that it's always a treat. BRIDGE The money we spent on gear, So we can drive throughout the year. The money we spent on gas, Just to make our road trips last. These country roads have not been cheap. These country roads have not been cheap. But it has been my entire luck. VERSE She whispered, “I'm scared of half these roads that you take me down.” "And you think its all good, 'cause I'm with a man." “I'll never leave you, Darling. It's your kiss I adore.” “You drive like a nut, but always open my door.” VERSE I opened her door in our truck built for two. “Girl, not much about me ever bothered you.” She said, "Years of back roads, honey and I'm still alive." My love stepped in her passenger's side, and said, "I'll let you drive." {REPEAT CHORUS AND POST-CHORUS X 2} CHORUS : I thought that my speed and steering was what won her attention: My manly maneuverings and my sense of direction. Today the truth came out that my drivings been a miss. Why she likes our drives is that we always stop and kiss. POST-CHORUS (orphan line) : Well, she don't ask for much. She always talks about the truck.
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  8. 8. WHERE DOES THE SHAME BELONG
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    WHERE DOES THE SHAME BELONG

                                                         
                                                            

    “WHERE DOES THE SHAME BELONG?” (Blues) Unpublished Copyright 1995 Joanne Shaw. Written by Joanne Shaw VERSE: A child don't understand Why there's never enough to eat. Tell me what kind of reason, is reason enough, With a grocer on every street? CHORUS: Oh the kids at school, they're cruel. They seen their mother in a welfare line, With their silk-suited father, talking dinner conversation, "You stay far from those kids, you hear. "VERSE: Oh, a child don't understand Why there's never a place to sleep. Tell me what kind of reason, is a reason enough. When there's vacancy signs in the street? BRIDGE:" Give up smoking. Get a job." "You bums can't see what's right from wrong. "Tell me what kind of reason, is a reason enough. Tell me where does the shame belong? {CHORUS} OUTRO: What kind of reason? What kind of reason? (Ad libitum and / or music solo. End on title.) What kind of reason? What kind of reason? What kind of reason, is a reason enough? Tell, me where does the shame belong? ~~
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