Being Productive

Here's some Sugarland.

Time, Time, Time
it creeps toward the end of days
it fills my head with clouds and haze
which hide the light and shade my life,
obscure all truth and spark blind strife.

I wait until the sky will clear
I choke the while on my fear
that I will never see the sun
but just the dark that makes me run.
paranoia spreads unchecked
makes all normalcy a wreck.
terror poisons dead with dread
I dream this nightmare, hope has fled

along the banks of blackened shores
I find a boat with holes and oars.
I swim toward the murk I've drawn
seeking later early dawn.

-Nuttin' For Christmas-
At christmas time we should have fun
so tell me why I must be good.
It's true I laugh at people's pain
though I know better, that I should
be kind to them , not be their bane
(if only for my own sweet gain)
but I don't want to be a nun,
I 'd rather please my hoodlum brain
with firecrackers in the wood
or chasing cats with my squirt gun.
It may be sinful to be vain
or mean to spit in sister's bun
but i'm gettin nothin' for Christmas
so why start now, it's far too late.
I'm getting nothin' for Christmas
now help me loosen Papa's skates.

-Coming Home-
You know
I  just  can't  stand
to be
alone  in  this  house.
It's just
too  big  for  me
without
you  here  to  be
my best
friend  in  this  world
and my 
lover.  I  see
just how 
lonely  I  am.
Now this
here  is  it  now.
no more
waiting  for  you,
I'm lea-
ving  if  you're  not
coming  home.

-Down in Missisippi (Up to No Good)-
One two three four runnin' out the front door
Five six seven eight none of us is gonna wait
Dance, bound, hit the town, shake away the breakdown
Buy a round, music sounds, take the floor it's profound
Shimmy, shake, it's getting late but we ain't going home straight
First we have to hit the clubs, stoppin' in at all the pubs
See you in the morning loves, tonight we gonna rise above.

Maybe, Baby (New Year's Day)

This is my favourite song on the album. It's an amazing piece about love and second chances, with the most beautifully sketched climax I've ever heard (or seen for that matter.)

-Maybe, Baby (New Year's Day)-
One long step, two long step.
Breathe cold air, holds me back.
Wind whips hard, shivers my spine.
Hot smoke tang, fireworks early.

One step two step, one step two step.
Your eyes dropped down, my eyes squeezed shut.
Tears seared pale skin. Cold left, pain came.
Anger then, fear now. Fear fuels fast forward.

Step step, step step, step step.
Moon up, guard down, chill fills.
Turn round, face home, go back?
Wind blows, whistles 'No,' course set.

Run run run run run run run run.
Pain will not ease past will not leave.
Countdown starts now 10 9 8 7.
Door snips hand grips 3 2 1 lips.