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Austin-tatious Music
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Todd
St. Pierre is an ASCAP Registered Songwriter. Sample songs below...
Mama
warned me ten times, but I got a hard head,
Still I gave a good listen, to what mama said.
'Stay away from
Camille, boy whatever it takes,
Sum-in' wrong wit a wo-man who don't fear snakes' She pick up a rattler or a cottonmouth,
Like she pickin'
up sticks in the delta-south.
She grab a copperhead, right up off the groun,
Take water moccasins and swing 'em
a-roun.
Never been bitten, folks don't understan,
How she git 'em eatin' out of her han? 'Son' mama said, 'I done al-rea-dy tole ya...
Don't
fool wit the Snake lady of Mag-nole-ya!
Stay a-way from Camille, now for goodness sakes...
Sum-in' wrong wit
a wo-man who don't fear snakes,
It's none too na-trul and it's hard to believe,
Goes back to the serpent
wit Adam and Eve,
She's in wit the devil, Mama said to me...
When she charm them snake she workin' gris-gris!
' Mama say she recall a long tomma-go,
When all da dark-magic first began da show,
Camille left for N'awlins back in eighty-nine,
And she came
back home with a diff-e-rent mind,
With the worldly ways of a shameless sinner,
A lot less normal and a whole
lot thinner.
Half voodoo queen and half wild-eyed hippie,
Snake Lady of Mag-nole-ya Miss-a-sippi. She pick up a rattler or a cottonmouth,
Like she pickin'
up sticks in the delta-south,
She grab a copperhead, right up off the groun,
Take water moccasins, and swing 'em
a-roun.
Never been bitten, folks don't understan,
How she git 'em eatin' out of her han? 'Son' mama said, 'I done al-rea-dy tole ya...
Don't
mess wit the snake lady of Mag-nole-ya!
Stay away from Camille, boy whatever it takes,
Sum-in' wrong wit a
wo-man who don't fear snakes' Mama
warned me ten times, but I got a hard head,
Still glad I didn't listen to what mama said.
Lord I love Camille,
she's my wild-eyed hippie,
Snake Lady of Mag-nole-ya Miss-a-sippi. Now Camille's a strange bird, but for goodness sakes...
Sum-in' right
bout a wo-man who don't fear snakes,
I kinda like the way she handle a snake,
I guess she done went and charmed
ya boy's SNAKE. Please, Mama listen,
it's time I done tole ya,
I'm down with the Snake Lady of Mag-nole-ya!
Shacked up with the Snake Lady
of Mag-nole-ya! Yeah, she my lil'
Snake Lady of Mag-nole-ya_________!
Song
Copyright 2006/ Ascap Music/ Austin-Tatious Music/Available For Recording & LP Inclusion/Todd St. Pierre/www.LouisianaBoy.com
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That
Miss Gracie Greene, is just too funny;
How she gives that church, mountains of money.
Preacher gets money, lives
high on the hog;
Feeds Filet Mignon, to his weenie-dog!
Church says 'Miss Gracie, gets stars in her
crown; '
But, she still ignores, the homeless downtown!
She knows that bible, quotes it all the time,
Church
grows richer but, they can't spare a dime!
Church got pearly gates, and a golden street,
Children face
winter, in their cold, bare-feet.
Preacher's new Hummer, is So-Very-Fine,
Bag-Lady stands in, the soup-kitchen
line.
Old Miss Gracie Greene, looks up t'ward the sky;
Her eyes on the prize, she can't wait to die.
Saved and self-righteous, she's got it all planned,
She will play the harp, in the Angel Band.
She
say's, 'cha-ri-ty, should begin at home, '
But home's a sidewalk, and my pillow's stone.
Lukewarm
and wealthy, she don't understand,
'Cause she likes her head, buried in the sand.
She says 'Cut
taxes! ' and 'Just end welfare! '
'No more free lunches! ' and 'No free healthcare! '
She asks, 'Why must THEY, always take and take? ...'
It's not her problem, she tells us 'Eat cake!
'
She was raised poor too, she should know better,
I think I just might, write her a letter...
Oh, Dear Miss Gracie, now, for what it's worth...
Your path to Heaven, starts right here on Earth.
Enjoy your
Sunday-Church-Celebration,
Pray for us sinners, for our salvation.
Go pray 'til you're blue, tithe your
ten percent,
But, PRIDE'S a sin too/When will you repent?
Church says 'Miss Gracie, gets stars in
her crown; '
She LOVES ev'ry-one, long as they aint brown!
She knows that bible, quotes it all the time,
Church grows richer like, it's organized crime!
Church got pearly gates, and a golden street,
Children
face winter, in their cold, bare-feet.
Preacher's new mansion, is on Easy Street,
Poor Mama wonders, 'What
will baby eat? '
That Miss Gracie Greene, is just too funny;
How she gives that church, s**t-loads of
money.
Preacher takes money, lives high on the hog;
Feeds Filet Mignon, to his weenie-dog!
PS Miss
Gracie, now, for what it's worth...
Your path to Heaven, should begin on Earth.
Song/Copyrighted 2006/Registered
ASCAP Music/Austin-Tatious Music/Available for Recording & LP Inclusion/Todd St. Pierre/www.LouisianaBoy.com |
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~A
Long Way From Mexia~
Mexia
Pronounced Ma-Hay-Uh | A hard-head full of gold-dust,
And dreams so well designed;
Did
you just forget about,
The you, you left behind?
Said you'd make it, and you did,
You always had that drive,
But in your eyes the sadness,
Still managed to survive.
I saw you in the tabloids,
All changed from way back then,
So far from Limestone County
And those who knew you when.
And such
a long way from Mexia...
Vickie Lynn---
Just like a wild bluebonnet,
You bloomed and then were gone.
Looking back it seems so clear,
How
could we not have known.
I
for one had sometimes hoped,
That you might settle down,
Guess you
never cared too much,
For this old sleepy town.
People point and people judge,
Like they are without sin,
Oh everyone's a critic,
It takes a real thick skin,
And it's a long way from Mexia...
Vickie Lynn---
Despite the fame and fortune,
Your ruby smile revealed,
An ever-present emptiness
That
could not be concealed.
A Texas-doll
too fragile,
In pieces on a shelf,
No one could fix the countless cracks
Or save you from yourself.
I heard the news this evening,
It hasn't quite sunk in...
Sweet release, may you find peace,
Oh what a ride it's been...
And such a long way from Mexia...
Vickie Lynn---
Oh it's a long way from Mexia...
Vickie Lynn---
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Song/Copyrighted 2006/Registered ASCAP Music/Austin-Tatious
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~Words
You Can't Take Back~
It seems we disagreed a lot, With voices raised and tempers hot, We never really got along, Not sure where we first went wrong.
I should have held my angry tongue,
But youth is wasted on the young,
Still the tears, they sting my eyes,
Older now, I realize...
No one can rewrite history,
Or solve that age old mystery,
We lost control when we lost
track,
Of
the words you can't take back.
We hurt the ones we love they say,
Regret is mine until this day,
Reminded of one simple fact...
There are words you can't take back.
Can't un-dance one single dance,
No time machine, no second chance,
Can't rewind and can't retake,
Can't erase an old mistake.
Wish now I'd thought before I spoke,
Just too damned easy to provoke,
A lot like you, that must be it,
As hard as that is to admit.
Can't un-speak what was spoken,
Can't un-break what's been broken,
How quick the blue skies turn to
black,
From the words
you can't take back.
Some lessons just take years to learn,
What's done is done, you can't return,
We lost so much when we lost track,
Of the words you can't take back.
I should have held my angry tongue,
Oh youth is wasted on the young,
Too late to say I'm sorry now,
To reach across the years somehow.
We hurt the ones we love they say,
Forgiveness is the only way,
Still haunted by one simple fact...
There are words you can't take back.
Song/Copyrighted 2006/Registered ASCAP
Music/Austin-Tatious Music/Available for Recording & LP Inclusion/Todd St. Pierre/www.LouisianaBoy.com
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~The Error of Your Ways~ Point me to
that crooked highway,
Yes, I'm leaving you to-night.
After much deliberation
I'm quite
certain of my plight.
You'll have time to look
back on it,
In the next few coming days...
Some time to sit and just sort out,
The error of your ways.
Just think back
on the weeks & months,
Leading up to here and now,
Oh it's been a long time coming,
I've done all love will allow.
Reflect
and ponder on it some,
And to use an old time phrase,
E-ven-tu-ly you're bound to see,
The error of your ways.
Oh so
many things to mention,
Wounds that never heal from spite,
The things you mock and disregard,
As just trivial and trite. All the distances between us,
And the trust that you betrayed,
You'll
face the truth and try to sleep…
In that bed of lies you
made.
I deserve a whole lot better,
And it's not some passing
phase,
You can't love me, and still not see...
The error of your ways.
It seems like I've forgiven you,
So much
that you expect it.
So spare me your apology,
This time I can't accept it.
You'll have time to look back on this,
In the next few coming days...
Some time for you,
to rummage through
The error of your ways!
Song/Copyrighted 2006/Registered ASCAP Music/Austin-Tatious Music/Available for Recording & LP Inclusion/Todd
St. Pierre/www.LouisianaBoy.com
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