by Camille Brightsmith

CLICK HERE TO LISTEN TO:  The Party’s OverThe party’s over

Just leave the empties on the bed

We had our clover

Long Beach Blvd and Banshee’s dead

We can never say goodbye

And we’ve never had a fight

You, the best looking ne’er de well

On the darkest LA nights

The party’s over

its time to put that shit to bed

crimson and clover

Sunset Blvd and Banshee’s dead

I will leave you everything

No I wouldn’t want to fight about it

I assume this broke you up at bit

But you never even shouted

The party’s over

Pink wine and redwoods on Coast

The party’s over

Only hangers on now and lonely boys

We were Tristan and Isolde

But the potion done wore off

Two short decades later

And every kiss still on my mouth

And every poem

And every lick

And all our mixed up foggy breath

Together flying cross the dry lake

Beds toward the freezing waters

The party’s over

Just leave the empties on the bed

The truth is I haven’t got the shoulders

To carry us back to the nest

All the legacy we left behind

Boy we sure did burn it bright

And in our wake now nothing but beauty

How are we choosing to spend our time this week?

Produced by Travis Dickerson, Written and Performed by Camille with Travis on who knows what all instruments…not sure if my piano part is still there or not?   Who knows, this was, as usual, very quick and dirty…

Yes, I want a tennis bracelet

Shiny certified

And yes I want a faux fur blanket

To keep me satisfied

And yes I want you to spoon feed me

I want a pillow pet

And yes darling you must believe me

Go diva chocolate

 

But don’t leave my side

On blackest Friday

Stay right here and tickle me

Don’t leave my side

On Blackest Friday

Stay right here with me my dear

I’ll keep you warm and fetch you beer

Ignore the things I whispered

That I wanted in your ear

 

Yes I want a teddy bear

Fair trade and Prêt a portiere

Yes I want the cashmere sweater

But you better check

No sweatshop fetters

And Yes I want the newest boots

And get some flack jacks for our troops

And stop to get my truffle soup

I want you to spoil me

 

But don’t you leave my side

On blackest Friday

Stay right here and tickle me

Don’t leave my side

On blackest Friday

Stay right here with me my dear

I’ll keep you warm and fetch you beer

Ignore the things I whispered

That I wanted in your ear

 

Yes I want a tennis bracelet

Yes I want a faux fur blanket

Yes I want a pillow pet

Yes I want you my kismet

Yes I think I’ll have that sweater

One in pink and one with feathers

Don’t stop and think things could be better

At home with you cuddling me

CLICK HERE TO LISTEN TO:  I Don’t Need You

I don’t need you but I want to
Wanna be underneath your thumb
I don’t mean to be so see-through
Wanna get in bed
I Wanna play with guns

Drag me over the bridge and through the park
into the dark
into the weeds
between two trees
and on my knees
and you drag me down down down down down down down
and you run me down down right into the ground

I don’t need you….

Waves are crashing in at 4 am wanna take a swim
into the woods
into the dark
Pacific Rim
And your diving down down down down down down down
and we are shivering on the cold ground

I don’t need you….

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by Camille Bright-Smith

Riding down to Swallow Hill
The breeze is fresh off Pikes Peak
Pedal up to Highland Bridge
Takes me to yummy things

I can ride from here to there
faster than you drive
I can ride my B Bike I can ride ride ride

Serene along the river
Roll into to Cherry Creek
I check her in on Columbine
Shop for fancy things

I can ride to a Rockies Game
To see the Av’s or March with Pride
I can ride to the Peoples Fair
I can ride, ride, ride

I can ride from here to there
faster than you drive
I can ride my B Bike I can ride ride ride

I can ride to the Orange and Blue
I can ride baby two by two
I can ride like a Nuggets Dancer
Meet me at the Double Daughter

I can ride on a first date
I can ride on my last
I can ride to the MCA

To see the Flobots or catch the Fray

I can ride from here to there

faster than you drive
I can ride my B Bike I can ride ride ride

Thank heavens for Travis Dickerson, Lindy Dickerson and John Bright.  Travis produced the song and played various instruments, John produced the vocals and Lindy played guitar!

CLICK/LISTEN: Bells Gonna Ring

There’s something massive

And circular

And bigger than me

Bearing and tearing through March

Into spring

Something loping

A flock

A need

A despair

And no lover or mother or father or brother can share

In the change

That is coming

Or the things it will spawn

It is mine for the hunting

It is mine to take on

No telling

What kind of mischief

Or electric sting

But the needle is dropping

And the bells gonna ring

Only I can keep running

Get lost in the cloud

Might never come out

If I come out a princess

If I come out a serpent

Well that’s what we’ll work with

And its possible

I’m leaving the wrong things behind

But my belly’s hot fury is burning

In its own crazy light

Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved
Words and Music by Camille Bright-Smith
Smokin’ Piano performed by David Wohl

Lilly was workin’ hard
Hitting the plant floor every day
She learned every single job
It was Goodyear all the way
Everyone in Gadsden Alabama
Knew her very well
The lady Manager
The sweetest gal
The hardest worker

Then one day
She got a letter from a stranger
Exposing that her pay
Was waaaaaay less than what the guys were makin’
Means Lilly spent
Round 20 years
Getting less
Doing the same
Wasn’t there a law about that
Back in the day?

And Miss Lilly says
Might don’t make right
Whats good is good
I’m gonna fight, I’m gonna fight
And you can thank her
For your right to equal pay
Miss Lilly Ledbetter
Your Miss American Way!

Shake downs for sex
Back room cigarettes
Lilly never wanted
Any part of this
They backed the wrong gal
Up against a wall
And it took an act of Congress
But the wall came tumblin’ down

Hey Lilly Hey
Ginsberg had her back
Lilly had her faith
Y’all better get right with that
And pay attention
Don’t take one penny less
Might need to mention
Lilly Ledbetter Act

And Miss Lilly says
Might don’t make right
Whats good is good
I’m gonna fight, I’m gonna fight
And you can thank her
For your right to equal pay
Miss Lilly Ledbetter
Your Miss American Way!

Do you need more information on Pay Equity?

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Hey friends, we may get a visit from Miss Lilly Ledbetter.  Please, write her a message and thank her for fighting the fight for all of us that want pay equity!

Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved
By Camille Bright-Smith

Disaster, is the burden of women
Disaster, perhaps a bit more than men
Disaster, the girls are exposed
Slavery, trafficking
Disaster, always harder for those
Already on the fringe

Disaster, and this child she is fading
Disaster, and this girl still has her life
Disaster, for the father who is trying to free
His wife and his babies
Disaster, he will dig for the boy before he digs for his girls and his wife

Dig a grave for these small bodies
Three handfuls of dirt
Voodoo song of farewell
A holy cross and some alcohol
Gather together
Its time to sleep
Rest your head little baby
On this hot hard street

Burden, it isn’t to judge
But know what the truth is
Burden, the lost and the lonely
Land on women’s backs
Burden, it isn’t to say one bad word
About beautiful men
Burden, but only to see
So easy to fall when your already down in the cracks

Dig a grave for these small bodies
Three handfuls of dirt
Voodoo song of farewell
A holy cross and some alcohol
Gather together
Its time to sleep
Rest your head little baby
On this hot hard street

With gratitude to Emmanuel David of University of Colorado Boulder, Gillian Silverman and Elissa Auther of Feminism and Co. (Select “Feminism & Co. 2009″ from the pull down menu) plus Adam Lerner of the Museum of Contemporary Art, Denver who introduced me to the study of the Sociology of Disaster.

Please donate. The big international organizations are doing work that is important and necessary. But there are other equally safe and essential ways to give. I have chosen this organization: MADRE

Please read more below or visit their site.

From MADRE’s site: “All Haitians are suffering right now. But, women are often hardest hit when disaster strikes because they were at a deficit even before the catastrophe. In Haiti, and in every country, women are the poorest of the poor and often have no safety net, leaving them most exposed to violence, homelessness and hunger in the wake of disasters. Women are also overwhelmingly responsible for other vulnerable people, including infants, children, the elderly, and people who are ill or disabled.

In the wake of disasters like the catastrophic earthquake that struck Haiti, it is often comforting to see big international agencies taking charge of relief and reconstruction efforts. No doubt international agencies—with their resources, know-how, heavy machinery, and access to government—have a critical role to play. But large-scale relief operations are not always best suited to meet the needs of those who are made most vulnerable by disaster, namely, women and their children.

Because of their role as care-takers and because of the discrimination they face, women have a disproportionate need for assistance. Yet, they are often overlooked in large-scale aid operations. In the chaos that follows disasters, aid too often reaches those who yell the loudest or push their way to the front of the line. When aid is distributed through the “head of household” approach, women-headed families may not be recognized, and women within male-headed families may be marginalized when aid is controlled by male relatives.

It is not enough to ensure that women receive aid. Women in communities must also be integral to designing and carrying out relief efforts. That is MADRE’s model. We know from experience that when relief is distributed by women, it has the best chance of reaching those most in need. That’s not because women are morally superior. Rather, it is because their roles as caretakers in the community means that they know where every family lives, which households have new babies or disabled elders, and how to reach remote communities even in disaster conditions.”

Listen To Venom for You

Don’t pity me now
Don’t think you’ve won out
You think your tearin’ me down
You hear that rattlin’ sound?

I got extra Venom for ya
I got extra Venom for ya
Got extra Venom for ya
I got the Venom for you

You got pearly white ankles
You got sandals for shoes
I got my fangs tucked in
My smile is genuine

I got extra Venom for ya
I got extra Venom for ya
I been suckin’ the poison
I been kissin’ the boys and
I’ve got extra Venom
I got the Venom for you

Your playin’ two for the middle
Playin’ the devil’s fiddle
I thought I’d give you a warnin’
Ain’t gonna make it til mornin’

I got extra Venom for ya
I got extra Venom for ya
I been suckin’ the poison
I been kissin’ the boys and
I’ve got extra Venom
The Venom’s for you

Listen To Takin’ It Easy

Well I may not have
A big swimming pool
But I got a back porch
For a Bar-B-Que
Gonna stay up late
Gonna laugh all night
Are my heels too high?
Do I look alright?

Hey hey nobody’s perfect
Hey hey but life can sure be sweet
Hey hey it’s all worth it
When you find the right people
And you find the right beat
And your takin’ it easy….
And your takin’ it easy….

I see ‘em everyday
In the magazines
Done up perfect and wrinkle free
Well I may not have my own fashion team
But I got a little spark
And some nice blue jeans

Hey hey nobody’s perfect
Hey hey but life can sure be sweet
Hey hey it’s all worth it
When you find the right people
And you find the right beat
And your takin’ it easy….
And your takin’ it easy….

Copyright 2009 music and lyrics by Camille Bright-Smith

We all have our passions

I like to play with guns

I really like to shoot them

Shootin’ guns is fun

I like shootin’ at turtle doves

I like shootin’ at big game

I like shootin’ at bottles

You better watch when I take aim

Gun Gun Gun, Gonna get my gun

Gonna get get get my gun

Gun Gun Gun, Gonna get get my gun

I’m gonna get get, Gonna get get my gun

We all have our obsessions

Now I’m obsessed with you

You are not helping you whacked out gun nut

You make us look like fools

Your semi auto appearance

AK on your back

The Presidents in the building

And your outside packin’ heat

Talkin’ smack

CHORUS

You better pick up some booze and ammo

At the cut rate liquor drive thru

I really dig your opinions Rambo

Everyone’s out to get you