Rancho Relaxo - 1998
Rancho Relaxo - Michael B. Crittenden
©1998 Mackinaw Harvest Music (BMI)
Welcome to Life look around
Have you found all the things to be found?
Sometimes everything’s so loud
Bees buzzing over crowded
Look at your life what’s it worth?
Why were we put here on earth?
Sometimes everything’s unglued
We just need rejuvenation
At the Rancho Relaxo, baby
Plan to spend some time and see
What life’s supposed to be
Rancho Relaxo, darling
Relax your mind.
You just need time to sit and think
While they bring you umbrella drinks
And then soon it all makes sense
Can you feel the tension leaving
At the Rancho Relaxo, baby
Plan to spend some time and see
What life’s supposed to be
Rancho Relaxo, darling
Relax your mind.
Living so frustrated, living as a lie, sometimes’ we feel so alone
Living in a lifeboat, it’s 3 by 17, but it’s all we’ve ever known
When the sun comes shining down we’re gonna find it now
Make it happen
Mental destination, staring to the sky
At the Rancho Relaxo, baby
Plan to spend some time and see
What life’s supposed to be
Rancho Relaxo, darling
Never know what you will find when you leave the past behind
At the Rancho Relaxo, baby
Plan to spend some time and see
What life’s supposed to be
Thirst - Michael B. Crittenden
©1996 Mackinaw Harvest Music (BMI)
The water is weighting down my breath
And I couldn’t seem to squeeze out
the right words
A sleepy head upon a breast
Won’t you hold me, cuz I’m still here
Why won’t you tell me what I’m thinking?
Cuz I need to know
Walking through the garden
Will you look at all the colors bursting
And I’m still thirsting for you
The water’s slippin past my shoes
Well my feet could do without the sentimental soaking
Shade of green and crystal blue
It’s such a beautiful thing
Gonna pour myself into you
Why won’t you tell me what I’m thinking?
Cuz I need to know
Walking through the garden
Will you look at all the colors bursting
And I’m still thirsting
Will you meet me in the morning
Is this my last warning?
I’m still thirsting for you.
27 Hour Date - Michael B. Crittenden
©1998 Mackinaw Harvest Music (BMI)
We went out at 10
Didn’t plan to get drunk again
Remember this is a week night
So please no green beer
Started out so nice
With shish-kabob and rice
I’ll have you home near eleven
Just a short adventure
But we went back to my place
Then the sun was rising
Suddenly it was tomorrow
27 Hours
Wondering where the time has gone
27 hours, we were feeling great
On this 27 Hour date
We got up at six
What a good time to call in sick
Remember this is a Tuesday and you’re still here
We’ve got the whole day ahead but I start to fear
Are we digging each other?
Are we wasting time?
You’re sort of selfish and rude
but you look so fine
I should’ve taken you home way before we came this far
Then we were sitting high above the river
And I kissed you like a dumb ass
27 Hours
I can’t believe I kissed you
27 Hours and it’s getting late
27 Hours and I still can’t believe I kissed you
27 Hours and it’s getting late
For this 27 hour date
We were finally driving home more than a day was gone
My boss is surely pissed
27 Hours
I can’t believe it went on so long
27 Hours – so let’s get this straight
No more 27 hour dates
27 hours down the drain
I can’t believe it went on so long
27 hours down the drain
I can’t believe it went on
so long
So long, Baby
SIMPLE - Jimmy LeValley/Michael B. Crittenden
©1998 Mackinaw Harvest Music (BMI)
She was worried, she wasn't able
To give him what he needs
Spent half her life, raising children
Now they don't come around
There comes a time in all our lives
When we don't think we belong anymore
He would've been gone many years ago
All he ever wanted was a few good friends
live a simple life
And all he ever needed
was to see you smile
back at him
He was worried, he wasn't able
To give her what she needs
Lost his will
Dealing time for pay
The dream ain't what it seems
There comes a time in all our lives
When we don't think we belong anymore
She would've been gone many years ago
All she ever wanted was a few good friends
live a simple life
And all she ever needed
was to see you smile
See you smile
If I care for you
Would you care for me too?
There comes a time in all our lives
When we don't think we belong anymore
I would've been gone many years ago
All I ever wanted was a few good friends
live a simple life
all I ever needed
was to see you smile
back at me
Would you smile for me?
Bombs Away - Michael B. Crittenden/Jimmy. LeValley
©1998 Mackinaw Harvest Music (BMI)
Bombs away
Lose the day
Interupt
Messed me up
We’re looking forward
And we’re looking back
This is your life
You can be sure so you shouldn’t have to ask
Where is the moment?
Take a shot
Things we’re not
We’re looking forward
And we’re looking back
This is your life
You can be sure so you shouldn’t have to ask
Where is the moment?
Twist my arm, static charm, nothing lasts
Comb you hair, sit and stare, smear the past
Wasted mind doing time
Things we choose
Canoe Song - Michael B. Crittenden
©1998 Mackinaw Harvest Music (BMI)
We blew off work cuz the sky was so beautiful
Headed north for a three hour drive
You cracked a beer, then you put some music on
You looked at me and I was Real, Real Gone
In a flash we were drifting down the river
With the paddles bangin, water splashin
Ice meltin in the cooler, feeling like an Aztec ruler
Sun is shining, all around us
Music’s blaring from a boom box
Bottom scraping on the big rocks
I never thought that I would meet someone like you
Welcome to my canoe
Drifting down the river, it’s a bit beguiling
Blue water colors reflecting in your eyes
I’ve never met a girl who likes to drink like you do
You’re just like me in that respect, some sort of voodoo
And we’re drifting down the river
With the paddles bangin, water splashin
Ice meltin in the cooler, feeling like an Aztec ruler
Sun is shining, all around us
Music’s blaring from a boom box
Bottom scraping on the big rocks
I never thought that I would meet someone like you
Welcome to my canoe
Well, I’m doing all the work, but I don’t mind because she’s beautiful
Sitting in the back, I gotta steer but I’ve got quite the view
The deer along the bank are kinda cute, but they’re not good kissers
Don’t quite compare to the one who sits in front of me now
And we’re drifting down the river
With the paddles bangin, water splashin
Ice meltin in the cooler, feeling like an Aztec ruler
Sun is shining, all around us
Music’s blaring from a boom box
Bottom scraping on the big rocks
I never thought that I would meet someone like you
Welcome to my canoe
I’m gonna kiss you and I’ll do it, too.
Right here....in my canoe
Happy Too Much - Michael B. Crittenden
©1998 Mackinaw Harvest Music (BMI)
You remember when you used to smile
Waking up in your head
Get out of bed
Walk a thousand miles
You remember when you were in school
Still smoking cigarettes
Plug your ears…..you know it’s so cool
You can try to rig the lottery
But all we really want is to be happy
Is that too much to ask for?
You keep thinking that she’s coming back to life
Three years pass in your head
Still save your bed
For his lovely wife
You can try to rig the lottery
But all we really want is to be happy
Is that too much to ask for?
Doors are for those who want to leave
Windows are for thinkers
And clocks are for those who don’t believe
You can try to rig the lottery
You can make excuses to yourself
And you can put your problems on the shelf
You can say that nothing comes for free
But isn’t what we want to be happy
Is that too much to ask for?
Happy Happy
Happy Dreamer
Happy Drunkard
Happy Believer
Riversong - Michael B. Crittenden
©1998 Mackinaw Harvest Music (BMI)
Saturdays are all the same
But the last one in April seems so damn far away
Sit inside, watch it snow, wishing I was home
This office that I live in feels so dead
And the phones and files and faxes leave an aching in my head
Need to find my space, need to leave this place
And get back where I belong
Back to the river, let it wash into my soul
Gonna feel it flow
Back to the river, I’m going home
I’ve got a brand new 5 weight underneath my bed
And a trusty pair of waders hanging in the shed
Spreading all my fishing stuff out on the basement floor
We’ll have to buy a bigger house if I bring home any more
No, we don’t mind the winter, it’s kind of nice to fish in fleece
Usually we wish we had a shotgun for the geese
I could stay at home with my love and drink some wine
But chipping ice out of eyelets is my idea of a good time
Back to the river, let it wash into my soul
Gonna feel it flow
Back to the river, I’m going home
Now go to sleep you fishermen, dream of brookies rising
Hemingway’s Two Heart was just the Fox to our surprising
One thing that I try to understand, figure out
Why I get so excited by a six-inch rainbow trout
Back to the river, let it wash into my soul
Gonna feel it flow
Back to the river, I’m going home
With the rods and cases, duns and daces
Line and backing, mosquito attacking
Whiskey and waders, canoe haters
Double haul, my love is calling me
She says “Come on home, won’t you come on home”
And I try to explain that I am already there
One of these days she’ll get smart and move up here with me.
Icicle - Michael B. Crittenden/Barton Wolman
©1992 Mackinaw Harvest Music (BMI)
I am frozen
I’m an icicle
Stuck above your doorway
Not much to do waiting here for you
But watch the world go by from the corner of my eye
Melting in a watercolor sky
I melt right into yesterday
Please let me in and I’ll be fine
Don’t stand beneath me, I’m dangerous
And I could break and fall at anytime
But You’re not concerned
If anything, I’ve learned
You’re the queen of content
And I’m the master of dreaming
Cuz I’ve been frozen here for 3 months now
Waiting patiently for spring to come
And every now and then you tease me
When you press your lips upon the windowpane
Then you’re gone
I dream on
Melting in a watercolor sky
I melt right into yesterday
Please let me in
New Blood - Michael B. Crittenden
©1998 Mackinaw Harvest Music (BMI)
Drawn in
Take the bait
It’s time to rejuvenate
Put some oxygen into my lungs
Gonna step outside and breathe it
This is the real thing
No imitation
No simulation
Can’t you feel it running through you now?
Well I used to be stuck in the mud
She said….
I’ve got the new blood
Running through me
Hear it singing
This is the new blood
Gonna let it happen
She said
I gotta move
Gonna graduate
Gonna fly
Gonna gravitate
I’ll be dancing deep into my soul
Come with me
Just think of it as education
And you can take off all your chains and sweat
Well I used to be stuck in the mud
She said….
I’ve got the new blood
Running through me
Hear it singing
This is the new blood
Gonna let it happen
Get it Right - Michael B. Crittenden
©1998 Mackinaw Harvest Music (BMI)
Jessie was a preppy girl
Her big concern was of her hair
She moved to Maine then Michigan
And probably elsewhere, but I don’t care
Sally came onto the scene
Thought I finally got it right
But then she tried our furniture
With different guys most every night
Tell me why can’t I get it right?
Didi drank a lot of beer
You could taste the marijuana kiss
She took my money all the time
And I’m a bit too old for this
Then Debbie drove me home from work
We stopped and had a drink of gin
She stole my leather jacket quick
And now I hear she’s in the looney bin
Tell me why can’t I get it right?
Heather knew exactly what she wanted
It was just one thing
But I just couldn’t give it to her
When I saw her wedding ring
Tell me why can’t I get it right?
Out of Phase - Michael Crittenden
©1998 Mackinaw Harvest Music (BMI)
I can remember when
You said we’d meet again
Then you walked out the door
I became friends with my fear
Was almost free & clear
Then you turned around and came back for more
Don’t make me phase you out again
Cuz I can’t take the thought of you
Strictly as a friend
I still remember when
We said we’d try again
As we laid the cards on the counter
It’s just human nature
To give yourself to someone
And trust that they’ll be good to your soul
Why does it seem to be just a habit
of hurting each other?
tell you how I feel and you just don’t believe
I still remember when we were lost
in the forest
in each other, nothing mattered, nothing mattered anymore
So don’t make me phase you out again
Cuz I’m not just another one of your friends
We’ve been on this ride before, I swore
Never again
Eggs and glass aren’t made of plastic
Hearts and bones aren’t made of stone