Listen To:  Winning Pretty

Now tell me of a citizen

Who cannot serve in infantry?

Somehow the celebrations

For our patriotic GLBT

Have left me feeling hollow

Since no matter what they swallow

They can kill and spill overturn

Crash and burn

I haven’t got a word now

For the feeling in between

You know I’m feelin’ so proud

As they march into the skein

We are free, now truly aren’t we?

We are proud and without lies

You can ask and I can tell you

What I enjoy between my thighs

You know we marched into the city

You know we camped out in the trees

But winning isn’t always pretty

They will cut you at your knees

And I can slaughter

I can translate

I can save you from the enemy

I can come home

Broken body

Disillusioned fighting PTSD

We are heightened

When we are equal

We are lowered

When we fight

Guess that’s why I’m feeling lonely

While I’m bursting with gay pride

How to harmonize

These feelings

I am in between the baffles

Alone, and keening

For the beautiful

The spacious skies

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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!

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This song was written as part of the 2996 Project Remembering the Victims of 9/11

Copyright 2009
All rights reserved

By Camille Bright-Smith

Well its been a few rough years

Since you found your way to heaven

We miss your mug down here

You crazy handsome devil

And Amy’s doin’ allright

She’s a good one that’s for sure

Everybody always laughs when they think of you

You know you left us wanting more

We always think of the days

When the Yankee’s ruled the world

You called it like you saw it man

Then you found that pretty girl

You straightened up man

You were flyin’ right

Headed for the American dream

With that crazy sexy wife

Remember goofin’ at the toy store

Like a couple of crazy kids

Remember Sgt. Slaughter?

Yeah, you can gloat a little bit

You were smarter than the rest of us

The funny man, the teaser

Said you were sick of it all

But you wore your heart out on your sleeve sir

Now Alex is shakin’ her doggy behind

Up in heaven with you

And I’ll just bet your crackin’ up

Man its hard to let go of you

But were doin’ allright

Allright down here in the NYC

All right Douglas remember this

You are alive in me

With very huge gratitude to the heroic PAUL WEIN whose fun filled and heartbreaking memories of his best friend Douglas J. Farnum filled this song with the details it needed to be real.

Neda gets up in the morning
Neda pulls a scarf around her hair
Neda in her yellow converse
Neda meets her father there

In Revolution Square
In Revolution Square
In Revolution Square

Neda says I love you Mother
Neda sings a chant for Freedom
Neda dreams in lovely colors
Neda feels so hopeful there

In Revolution Square
In Revolution Square
In Revolution Sqaure

Neda takes a bitter bullet
Neda’s eyes are shining then fade away
Neda’s blood cuts right to it
Neda shows us why we pray

Neda raised a voice for truth
Found her freedom but she lost her youth
Neda left a stain that can’t be washed away
Neda put us all right there

In Revolution Square

copyright 2009 all rights reserved
Written by Camille Bright-Smith
Produced by John Bright

Can you see me walk by
And still deny
In your dreams every night
You got your hands all over me
You got your hands all over me
Feel Free

Bend me over
Arch my back
Don’t’ let it be
Till waves of silky sweat
Set me free
I want to be free

Be free to feel you in me
Free to feel you feeling me feeling me
Set me Free

Slide down on it, wait
Don’t slip out
Push down on it hard
Hard on me
Spread my wings with burning lips
Come on now
Set me Free
I wanna be free

I can soothe your burning head
I can drink your desire
I can sooth your pounding head
I can drink your desire
I know just what it is to rage with sexual fire
Just set it free, set it free
I’ll set you free

CHORUS

Can you see me walk by
And still deny
In your dreams every night
You got your hands all over me

©2009  Words and Music by Camille Bright-Smith
All Rights Reserved