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Love Holds On
03:03
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Love Holds On
words and music by Rebecca Hanneman and Rick Paul
Love's tender when it's young and when we're lucky
Lingers like a sweet kiss of desire
Blazing as our passions consume us
Rising from the ashes, love is fire
Fear like a phantom tries to chase us
And catch us when we're frail and all alone
We start to lose our grasp on what's important
Forget the thing that we have always known
Love holds on
Fear lets go
Love is steady, love is strong
Love holds on
We sleep under the blanket of commitment
We dream above the clouds of sweet romance
Moving past the sting of old rejections
We give our jaded hearts another chance
Love holds on
Fear lets go
Love is steady, love is strong
Love holds on
Love holds on
Fear lets go
Love is steady, love is strong
Love holds on
Love holds on
© 1997, 2009 Rebecca Hanneman/Closet Cowboy Music (ASCAP)
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Take Advantage of Me
02:57
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Take Advantage of Me
words and music by Michael J. Parker and Rick Paul
Wait a hot little minute
Lady, what you thinkin'
You don't know how I get
When you get me started drinkin'
I'm gonna want to steal
A little kiss out on the dance floor
I'm gonna want to sneak
Your pretty body out the back door
What's that
You got a bottle full a whiskey in your trunk
Hey now
I think you're trying to get me drunk
Take advantage of me, honey
Let me be your one night stand
I know a hotel with a hot tub
We'll let things get out of hand
I'll respect you in the mornin'
And we can still be friends
Take advantage of me, baby
Then we'll go back to being husband and wife again
I knew that when I saw you
Across the room tonight
In that sexy little red dress
That I couldn't tell my wife
That I'd fallen for another
And it could not be contained
It was love at first sight baby
And de- de- deja vu again
What's that
You've got a husband
Well, I've got a wife
Hey now
What they don't know won't hurt 'em
All we need is tonight
Take advantage of me, honey
Let me be your one night stand
I know a hotel with a hot tub
We'll let things get out of hand
I'll respect you in the mornin'
And we can still be friends
Take advantage of me, baby
Then we'll go back to being husband and wife again
I'll respect you in the mornin'
We can go pick up the kids
Take advantage of me baby
Then we'll go back to being husband and wife again
Oh, we'll go back to being husband and wife again
Yeah, we'll go back to being husband and wife again
© 2007, 2009 Michael J. Parker (BMI)/Closet Cowboy Music (ASCAP)
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A Rainy Day
03:28
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A Rainy Day
words and music by Michael J. Parker and Rick Paul
There was a dress you never wore
That didn’t fit you anymore
In a box up in the attic gatherin’ dust
And that little red Corvette
With the old gray tarp on it
You never drove but never let 'er rust
There was a glass jar in your bedroom
Full of money that you saved
And a hundred other pick me ups you’d hidden away
For a rainy day
Letters that you never mailed
Funny poems and fairy tales
Locked for ages in a old hope chest
Toys I wished for as a kid
You’d bought for me and hid
Forgot to give me when I’d done my best
And then when I was grown up
You would call and say
Why don’t you bring the family out this way
On a rainy day
I wish it would rain
I wish it would rain
I wish it would rain
I wish it would rain
Sarah wears the dress
And I gave Eric that Corvette
When he finally turned sixteen last month
And all their friends think it's so cool
How I take them out of school
Some days just for fun to catch up
And, Mom, I miss you always
But when the sky turns from blue to gray
Tears start falling that I just can’t save
For a rainy day
I wish it would rain
I wish it would rain
I wish it would rain
I wish it would rain
I need a rainy day
Just one more rainy day
© 2003, 2009 Michael J. Parker (BMI)/Closet Cowboy Music (ASCAP)
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If I Could Turn the Hands of Time
words and music by Rick Paul
I'm sitting here alone
In this candlelight
He's right there by your side
Holding you tight
And I never loved you the way
He's loving you now
All we have are "could have beens"
That faded somehow
If I could turn the hands of time
And freeze one fateful night
I'd make it be the way it should
In perfect hindsight
If I could turn the hands of time
I know just what I'd do
I'd say the words you never heard
The night that I lost you
You once said, "I love you so"
Through your butterflies
I never replied at all
Except with my eyes
And in those silent moments
We drifted apart
For I didn't know a friend
Could capture my heart
If I could turn the hands of time
And freeze one fateful night
I'd make it be the way it should
In perfect hindsight
If I could turn the hands of time
I know just what I'd do
I'd say the words you never heard
The night that I lost you
If I could turn the hands of time
I'd tell you I love you
© 1996, 2001 Closet Cowboy Music (ASCAP)
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5. |
You Get What You Get
03:01
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You Get What You Get
words and music by Rick Paul
When I was a little boy, my mama said to me
"You have to eat your vegetables if you want to be
As strong as your daddy and get that piece of pie"
So I gagged each bit of broccoli down until I thought I'd die
My daddy said, "Boy, I feel for you,
But someday when you're older you will see our point of view"
"Oh, you get what you get
I think you're gonna like it
You get what you get
You'll understand someday
You get what you get
I don't know why you fight it
You get what you get
You'll see it's better that way"
Now I am a father and I've got a little girl
She's cute as a button, and she brightens up my world
When bedtime story rolls around, I'm thinking "Sam I Am"
But she goes to her bookcase, and she pulls out Peter Pan
I try to bargain for The Cat in the Hat
But then she tells me, "Daddy, no, you can't have that"
"Oh, you get what you get
I think you're gonna like it
You get what you get
No Dr. Seuss today
You get what you get
I don't know why you fight it
You get what you get
You'll see it's better that way"
Sometimes when I'm feeling down 'bout all my overtime
Tryin' to pay a stack of bills too high for me to climb
I think God must be looking down from somewhere up above
Seeing how I've got my health and people that I love
He's probably saying, "Son, I've given you
Everything you really need, so why you look so blue?"
"Oh, you get what you get
I think you're gonna like it
You get what you get
You'll understand someday
You get what you get
I don't know why you fight it
You get what you get
You'll see it's better that way"
© 1997, 2009 Closet Cowboy Music (ASCAP)
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6. |
Elizabeth, Lately
02:44
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Elizabeth, Lately
words and music by Michael J. Parker and Rick Paul
Elizabeth, lately
I've been staring at walls
Stopping in halls
And taking deep breaths
Elizabeth, lately
We sit watching TV
With your hand on my knee
Feeling less and less
I look into your eyes and see the question
That you look into my eyes afraid to ask
And I wish that I could give an honest answer
But I don't know if the fire's coming back
Elizabeth, lately
You go to sleep while it's still light
Toss and turn all night
And sleep in late
Elizabeth, lately
We hardly say a word at all
Afraid this house of cards will fall
And blow away
You look into my eyes and see the question
I look into your eyes afraid to ask
And I know that you can't give an honest answer
Cause you don't know if the fire's coming back
Elizabeth, lately
I want to reach out, hold you tight
Say it's gonna be alright
This storm will pass
But I don't want to lie
So I just look into your eyes
Say I love you
And you say it back
© 2007, 2009 Michael J. Parker (BMI)/Closet Cowboy Music (ASCAP)
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After Us
02:54
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After Us
words and music by Michael J. Parker and Rick Paul
You left me feeling hopeless
Didn’t even see you cry
I drove around for hours
’Til my Mustang found your drive
You said don’t call or come by
You said this time we’re through
But “goodbye” wasn't good for me
So I kept after you
After us, after love
After all I lost sight of
After all, after you
Nothing comes close
No other love could ever be enough
After us
Saw you wipe away a teardrop
As you finally let me in
I’d already said I’m sorry
Still I said it again
There was pain and love in your eyes
And it knocked me to the floor
But I saw strength inside you
Like I’d never seen before
After us, after love
After all I lost sight of
After all, after you
Nothing comes close
No other love could ever be enough
After us
Could it be there’s hope
We might take another chance
Could it be neither one of us
Can imagine life...
After us, after love
After all I lost sight of
After all, after you
Nothing comes close
No other love could ever be enough
After us
© 2005, 2009 Michael J. Parker (BMI)/Closet Cowboy Music (ASCAP)
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Fixin' the Hole in the Wall
words and music by Michael J. Parker and Rick Paul
Little plaster
Little paint
Cup of coffee
Aching brain
He's hopin' the landlord don't call
Fixin' the hole in the wall
Cursin' his temper
Nursin' his pride
She's madder than hell
And there's tears in her eyes
He's guessin' he'd better start small
Fixin' the hole in the wall
He won't blame the liquor
He can't blame his baby
Just says he's been stressed out
Angry and crazy
He'd never hurt her
But this time he came close
He can't fix it with flowers
Or little love notes
Tried sayin' he's sorry
He tried I love you's
But she just looked scared
Is this what they've come to
She won't let him touch her at all
So he's fixin' the hole in the wall
He won't blame the liquor
He can't blame his baby
Just says he's been stressed out
Angry and crazy
He'd never hurt her
But this time he came close
He can't fix it with flowers
Or little love notes
Little plaster
Little paint
Cup of coffee
Aching brain
There's a number she wants him to call
After fixin' the hole in the wall
Yeah, there's a number he's sure gonna call
After fixin' the hole in the wall
© 2008, 2009 Michael J. Parker (BMI)/Closet Cowboy Music (ASCAP)
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When We Used to Hold Hands
words and music by Rick Paul
We were just two kids in the bleachers
At a high school football game
Neither of us knew the score
That wasn't why we came
Our eyes were never on the field
But we were there each Saturday
Snuggling against each other in the top row of the stands
Back when we used to hold hands
We were just two kids off at college
A hundred miles apart
Letters from you came each day
On each you drew a heart
But then one day I got a note
That said you'd found someone new
Memories were all it left us of those days up in the stands
Back when we used to hold hands
Now we watch the kids from the bleachers
At a pee wee football game
Friends are all we are today
Still I'm so glad you came
Though our eyes are often on the field
We've got so much to talk about
Spouses and those little ones that we can't live without
But somehow I can't help thinking 'bout those days up in the stands
Back when we used to hold hands
No, I just can't help but thinking 'bout our days up in the stands
Back when we used to hold hands
Back when we used to hold hands
© 1997, 2009 Closet Cowboy Music (ASCAP)
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10. |
Portadown Rain
04:50
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Portadown Rain
words and music by Vic Michener and Rick Paul
They call on your pride and you ask them inside
And you're quick to hand over your green
And when they shake your hand
You feel you've taken a stand
Though the Troubles you've never seen
But I wish you'd been there in this morning's cold air
And stood by our sides in the rain
Looked into our faces
And tasted the tears
That we cried for what might have been
It took only two to carry her through
To the place where she'd stay from now on
And I wish you had seen
What they'd done with your green
Dug a hole in this Portadown lawn
And they bang the drums ever
You puff your pipe
Never knowing this dead March, this mock'ry of Spring
You sit in your study
With hands warm and bloody
And my angel lies there who'd ne'er hurt a thing
Just her memory remains in the Portadown Rain
And if you'd walked home with me
You'd have seen that old tree
With the tree house we'll never complete
And then might a sigh
Have choked off those lies
That echo with history's cheat
Oh you don't wear a beret
In the old IRA
Never marched in an Orange parade
But the money you send
Turns to blood in the end
And our tears in the Portadown rain
And they bang the drums ever
You puff your pipe
Never knowing this dead March, this mock'ry of Spring
And God help me for thinking
The thoughts that I'm thinking
But if I had my way you'd make the gallows rope sing
And I'd watch as you sway in the Portadown Rain
But they bang the drums ever
You puff your pipe
Never knowing this dead March, this mock'ry of Spring
And you sit in your study
With hands warm and bloody
While my angel lies there who'd ne'er hurt a thing
Just her memory remains in the Portadown Rain
Oh, her memory remains in the Portadown Rain
© 1998, 2009 John V. Michener (SOCAN)/Closet Cowboy Music (ASCAP)
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11. |
It Might Be Memphis
03:40
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It Might Be Memphis
words and music by Rick Paul
You follow me like a puppy each time it's goodbye
Then you ask me where I'm goin'
And sometimes you cry
The bus is here again
It's right outside our door
And you know that I can't stay here any more
Well, it might be Memphis
It might be New York
London, Nice, or Rome
Or anywhere a motel room is calling me back home
Wherever there's an audience
This troubadour will be
Be it Singapore or Memphis, Tennessee
So give me just one more kiss to last for awhile
It shouldn't be sad like this
Oh, let me see you smile
This is the part of me that makes me who I am
And if you love me, you will understand
That it might be Memphis
It might be New York
London, Nice, or Rome
Or anywhere a motel room is calling me back home
Wherever there's an audience
This troubadour will be
Be it Singapore or Memphis, Tennessee
You know I always will come back to you
But I must have gypsy blood inside of me
For no matter where I roam
I never leave my home
‘Cause home is where my spirit can be free
And it might be Memphis
It might be New York
London, Nice, or Rome
Or anywhere a motel room is calling me back home
Wherever there's an audience
This troubadour will be
Be it Singapore or Memphis, Tennessee
© 1996, 2009 Closet Cowboy Music (ASCAP)
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12. |
Fly
03:32
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Fly
words and music by Rick Paul
It's been a long uphill climb
And we've fallen down at times
But here we stand, looking back on where we've been
Each lesson learned along the way
Made us who we are today
And we'll never be the same again
I fly
On the wings you gave me
Soar above all that's laid me low
And I want you to know
I sail toward the stars on your love
If there's one thing I'm sure of
With you beside me I reach for the sky
And fly
We've so very far to go
Where it leads us who can know
But I bet it'll be quite a ride
Through the sunshine, through the rain
Through the passion and the pain
You will always be here by my side
I fly
On the wings you gave me
Soar above all that's laid me low
And I want you to know
I sail toward the stars on your love
If there's one thing I'm sure of
With you beside me I reach for the sky
And fly
I was drifting before I found you
You shone a light, showed the way
You pulled me through
I fly
On the wings you gave me
Soar above all that's laid me low
And I want you to know
I sail toward the stars on your love
If there's one thing I'm sure of
With you beside me I reach for the sky
And fly
© 2008, 2009 Closet Cowboy Music (ASCAP)
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Rick Paul Laguna Hills, California
Rick Paul's songs combine memorable pop/rock and country melodies with mature, often thought provoking, lyrics on life and love. His singing has drawn comparisons to Dan Hill, Randy Newman, and Neil Young, while his piano playing is most frequently compared to Rick’s biggest musical influence, Elton John. Rick performs frequently in Orange County, California. ... more
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