(A. Moscow)

Did you hear about the puppies and the vertical bars
Raised in a cage that was all they could see
Then when they got older they couldn’t relate
Horizontally
Now I’m not saying you haven’t changed
and I’m not saying that we can’t be friends
I’m just saying I see the world
Through a clouded lens

I see the tears behind every joy
I feel the taunts behind my back
I see the tiger behind every door
Just waiting to attack

I’m not saying I haven’t changed
I’m not saying that we can’t be friends
I’m just saying I see the world
Through a clouded lens
Through a clouded lens
Through a clouded lens
Through a clouded lens Through a clouded lens

Some people call me a pessimist
Some people call me a hypochondriac
Behind every door I see a Tiger waiting to attack
Now I’m not saying things haven’t changed
I’m not that saying we can’t be friends
I’m just saying I see the world
Through a clouded lens
Through a clouded lens
Through a clouded lens
Through a clouded lens

Annie Moscow: Vocals
Rachael Gold: Keyboards
Todd Chuba: Drums
Mike King: Bass
Joe Garcia: Percussion
Doug Mann: Acoustic guitar

(A. Moscow)

Dancing bears and dragon’s lairs
all stacked upon the shelf
I always could create those worlds
So much larger than myself
Well you can turn off the electric trains
I’m closing down this store
I don’t wanna play make believe anymore

Well the wind blows in funny ways
And who’s to say what’s right
And hey – you never know what lies behind a door
But I’ve stayed too long in Fantasyland
so I’m Getting off this flight
I don’t wanna play make-believe anymore

What will you do when I stop trying
Will you notice me
Will you care
What will you do when I stop believing there’s a chance
Were you ever
Aware

Well I thought you’d be my savior
Yeah I thought you’d be my knight
You’d come riding through the forest
And make everything all right
But children cling to the darndest things and I
Held on so tight
And I don’t wanna play make believe
I don’t wanna play make believe
I don’t wanna play make believe anymore

Annie Moscow: Vocals & piano
Rachael Gold: Keyboards
Mike King: Arco bass
Jerry Donato: sax
Arvel Bird: violin

(A. Moscow)

Hair on my pillow
Hair on the bathroom floor
Pieces of me
That I can’t hold anymore

Dust on my windowpane
Mold on the shower door
Can’t keep this picture
Perfect anymore

It feels like falling
It feels like falling
It feels like falling
It feels like
Everything you taught me
Was a lie
I built my castle to your specifications
I built my castle on stilts in California
This house of cards
It will fall before dawning

It feels like falling
It feels like falling
It feels like falling through an open abyss
Falling down

Your embrace
Sustains me
The mem’ry of your skin
Gives me the strength to go in to
This house of cards
It will fall before the dawning

Annie Moscow: Vocals & piano
Rachael Gold: Keyboards
Mike King: Bass
Jerry Donato: Sax
Joe Garcia: Percussion

(A. Moscow)

Come on Annie
Come on out and play
There’s a whole world waiting for you
Right this way
You got nothing to lose
So put on your dancing shoes
And get down Annie get down

Come on Annie girl
Don’t be shy
There’s a big sun shining
Way Up in the sky
So kick off your blues and
put on your dancing shoes and
Get down Annie get down

Now it’s too bad
I know you’re too sad
From tryin’ so hard
But nothin’s gained from
All of your pain
So just turn it all around

Come on now Annie
Come on out and play
Kick up your heels and make hay
Till the cows come runnin’ back your way –
c’mon Get down Annie get down

No Nothing’s gained
From sitting around
No hearts are broken
‘Cause you’re not in town
So Turn off the TV
And turn it around
I said turn it all around
Turn it all around and

Come on Annie
Come on out and play
The sun won’t wait one more day
You got nothing to lose
So put on your dancing shoes and
Come on Annie
Girl don’t be shy
There’s a big sun shinin’
Way up in the sky
So kick off your blues
Say good-bye Good-bye
Get down Annie get down

Get down Annie get down
Get down Annie get down down dah-own
Get down Annie get down down down down
Get down Annie Get down

Annie Moscow: Vocals & piano
Rachael Gold: Keyboards
Todd Chuba: Drums
Mike King: Bass
Jerry Donato: Sax
Joe Garcia: Percussion

(A. Moscow)

I wanna feel you more than a touch that doesn’t linger
I want more than the pretense of understanding
Then you turn around and roll your eyes at me
When I’m just trying to talk to you
talk to you

I wanna live in Shangri La
I wanna live in Shangri La
I wanna live in Shangri La – Shangri La

I want more than this house of pent-up people that come and go
I want more place where everybody’s nice and then – nothing
I want more than this house filled with noise from the TV that’s on all the time
Broadcasting sport scores and noise and dysfunctional people
Doing dysfunctional things to each other

I wanna live in Shangri La
I wanna live in Shangri La
I wanna live in Shangri La – Shangri La

We went to the city on a holiday
Where the ocean shines
Like an emerald
And the cliffs drop
And the seals play
And the rich shop
Then you led me through
The pretty hotel
Where the rich people stayed
All the tile was inlaid
You said Isn’t it wonderful
Then everybody walked and Nobody talked
And everybody shopped and Nobody talked
And everybody gawked and
Everybody ate their ice cream
You said Maybe one day
We could live right here
In this jewel of the nation I said
Maybe one day I would chuck this all
Just for a little conversation

I wanna live in Shangri La
I wanna live in Shangri La
I wanna live in Shangri La – Shangri La

Annie Moscow: Vocals & piano
Rachael Gold: Keyboards
Todd Chuba: Drums
Joe Garcia: Percussion
Doug Mann: Electric guitar

(A. Moscow)

In a scruffy nightgown
I wandered down Main Street
Feeling so inconsequential
I could blend into the wood
It felt like no one could see me
but they obviously could

I walked into a store and I
Fumbled through my purse
And the change fell all around me
Spinning circles on the wood – followed by
Tissue parts and candy hearts
The pieces of my life
It felt like
No one could see me but they obviously could

I feel so invisible today
I feel so invisible
I feel so invisible today
So invisible

I know why the duck lady quacks
She walks down the street and goes quack quack quack
It’s ‘cause nobody can see her
She knows nobody can see her
Down the city streets she goes quack quack quack
We laugh at her behind her back
As she falls into another crack

I feel so invisible today
I feel so invisible
I feel so invisible today
I feel so invisible

Annie Moscow: Vocals & piano
Rachael Gold: Keyboards
Jerry Donato: bass clarinet & bari sax

 by Lennon/McCartney/Sony/ATV Tunes LLC

When I call you up
you’re line’s
I have had enough
So act your age
We have lost the time
That was so hard to find
And I will lose my mind
If you won’t see me

Annie Moscow: Vocals
Rachael Gold: Keyboards

(A. Moscow)

Ah – the things we do to each other
Ah – the things we do to each other

All the weight I put on you
All my dreams and expectations
You were never there
All along
Must’ve been my Imagination

I carried a phantom all my life
I carried a phantom
My own creation

You were never there
All along All along
You were never there
All along
Must’ve been my Imagination

I see the pictures and in your eyes
So distant
I see the pictures and in my eyes
So much longing
Now at last the blind frustration
Opens up to realization
The tired cross I tried to bear
Is melting in the open air

You were never there
All along – all along
You were never there
All along – all along

Annie Moscow: Vocals & piano
Rachael Gold: Keyboards
Todd Chuba: Drums
Arvel Bird: Violin

by Joni Mitchell/Sony/ATV Tunes LLC

Michael wakes you up with sweets
He takes you up streets and the rain comes down
Sidewalk markets locked up tight
Like umbrellas bright on a grey background
There’s oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns that run down the drain
In colored arrangements that Michael will change
With a stick that he found

Michael from mountains
Go where you will go to
Know that I will know you
Someday I will know you very well

Michael leads you to a park
He sings and it’s dark and the clouds roll by
Yellow slickers up on swings
Like puppets on strings hanging in the sky
They’ll splash home to suppers in wallpaper kitchens
Their mothers will scold
But Michael will hold you to keep away the cold
Till the sidewalks are dry

Michael from mountains
Go where you will go to
Know that I will know you
Someday I will know you very well
Someday I will know you very well

Michael leads you up a stair
He needs you to care and you know you do
Cats come crying to the key
And dry you will be in a towel or two
There’s rain on the window there’s sun on the painting that smiles on the wall
You want to know all but his mountains have called so you never do

Michael from mountains
Go where you will go to
Know that I will know you
Someday I will know you very well
Someday I will know you very well

Annie Moscow: Vocals & piano
Rachael Gold: Keyboards
Joe Garcia: Percussion
Arvel Bird: Violin

(A. Moscow)

My father said the streets of Yonkers don’t look the same to him
My brother – he’s been back to Plainfield
to see the house we grew up in
My grandma moved across the world
when she was still quite young
She found a life of freedom
but she lost her mother tongue

And we’ve tried so hard to fit right in
We’ve joined your clubs and changed our names
My mother’s proud of her straight blond hair
My father’s proud of his
golf game

And I’m just trying to find my way
Looking for the old familiar T
rying to find the place where my
Soul fits in
But everyone knows
you can’t go home again

Can’t go back to Russia
Can’t go back to China
Can’t go back to Hungary
Can’t go back to New Jersey
Can’t go back to Poland
Can’t go back to Viet Nam
Can’t go back to Mexico
Can’t go back to Sarajevo
Can’t go back to Yonkers
Can’t go back to Thailand
Can’t go back to Africa
Can’t go back to South America

Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again

I had a dream they were dropping bombs
on the firecracker hotel
And in my dream they were
dropping bombs on the firecracker hotel
And the rooms lit up like
little tiny candles on a birthday cake
But I was the lucky one
I got away I got away
Dorothy I envy you
Lend me your red shoes I’ll fly

Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again
Can’t go home again

Annie Moscow: Vocals & piano
Rachael Gold: Keyboards
Todd Chuba: Drums
Mike King: Bass

(A. Moscow)

I never thought those stories
About angels were true
So imagine my surprise when I stumbled
Into a whole field of you

Angels Angels Angels
Forgive me if I stare
But now I see you everywhere
I see you everywhere

I never thought this tired soul
Could feel this kind of love
But you’ve touched in me a trust that’s just
Unheard of

You comfort me
And urge me on
You light a faith
I thought was gone

Angels Angels Angels
Now I see you everywhere
I see you everywhere

And it feels like a radiant sun
And you feel like a warm sea
And I feel like a thousand mothers
Are lifting me

Angels Angels Angels
Forgive me if I stare
But now I see you everywhere
I can see you everywhere
I see you everywhere

Annie Moscow: Vocals & piano
Rachael Gold: Keyboards
Joe Garcia: Percussion