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Take the Black Stairs to the top of my self Invite all these new friends to play Open the door, take my heart off the shelf Sing out my stories and sway. The spiral in the middle of the Guggenheim Sonic Space and a pile of dough Rhinoceros head and the bugs in a line Imitate life as I go There’s an evil to the left, and a sweet to the right The middle-man is too good to know A pickle in my hand and my tongue is on fire Accordions are leading the show Timpani, Glockenspiel, fancy cocktails Making friends with a mime Follow the trail of accordion tales To the mystery play of this time Singing in the park after midnight A sculpture so big that it swallows me whole Playing it cool till the passion ignites A gift so grand it almost cancels the show There’s an evil to the left, and a sweet to the right The middle-man is too good to know A pickle in my hand and my tongue is on fire Accordions are leading the show There’s no way out we’re trapped in hell But the hell is just in our minds The old cabaret seductresses lines keep Playing…& re-playing…& re-playing…&re-playing & re-playing…& re-playing…& re-playing… & re-playing There’s an evil to the left, and a sweet to the right The middle-man is too good to know A pickle in my hand and my tongue is on fire Accordions are leading the show
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The very first time we danced I saw my future with you It was all there in your glance Somehow I already knew I won’t be afraid As our eyes start to fade Our hair may turn white, but our song can still play all night We’ll be getting around with our canes and our chairs Looking like old-folks, but we won’t care Though age may alter our dance We’ll be waltzing by just holding hands Waltzing by Just Holding Hands Dancing with you today Seeing our future in truth Knowing that time has a way Of stealing vitality and youth We will remember Our journey together It was great to be young, but we’ll cherish what We have become Getting around with our canes and our chairs Looking like old-folks, but we won’t care Though age may alter our dance We’ll be waltzing by just holding hands Waltzing by Just Holding Hands Getting around with our canes and our chairs Looking like old-folks, but we won’t care Though age may alter our dance We’ll be waltzing by just holding hands Waltzing by Just Holding Hands Sitting and swinging our hands Waltzing by Just Holding Hands
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Alpha 03:22
You spotted me from across the room Just another pretty girl, you assume You can keep grinning, boy, but you’ve been mislead You’re about to get in over your head Don’t you worry, There’s no hurry Gonna find your new attitude. I’m gonna Alpha you I’ll have you down on the floor, begging for more I’m gonna Al- pha you We all play games and you’ve stepped into mine Just follow my lead and you will be fine Don’t second guess, before we begin Play it my way and everyone wins. Don’t you worry, there’s no hurry Gonna love your new point of view. I’m gonna Alpha you Just relax and enjoy, while I make you my toy I’m gonna Al- pha you Romance is a series of chances And every dog will have its day In a room full of Omegas I choose you to be my Beta… Ahhhh Ohhhh In a world full of Omegas I choose you to be my Beta I’m gonna Alpha you I’ll have you down on your knees, eager to please I’m gonna Al- pha you I’m gonna Alpha you As we’re messin’ around, might let you turn it around I’m gonna Al- pha you
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Your tattoos are indelible ink on my mind They make you look so tough but you’re so kind We only had a week Then I had to leave Will my memories fade? Dissolving with time? I should know better than to believe in romance I should know better than to (1.) hold onto our missed chance (2.) hold on to that instance (3.) try to cross the distance You make my heart go Pitter-Patter And I want to believe I start to believe … But I should know better You gave me the luxury of letting go So opposite to the world I always know You were my man in a strange land Your love pierced my heart like an arrow I’m still missing you your ink won’t wash away It might have been something more than love.
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I met you on a night when self-respect, took over I knew that you should never be my lover. I saw the charm and glibness that you wear, like a costume Reminding myself to beware. Swaying to your song with a precaution A person like you has many options… You know a girl like me will not be caught in that fashion I have too many things that hold my passion And yet I’m beaming like the moon And I can’t believe I’m swooning Now that I’m caught in your tune Now that I’m caught in your tune Your magnetism flirts with my disaster, (you bastard) Uncovering my soft spots and my fractures The watcher in me figures out your method You look for every kink and tender access. You give me such a thrill with your glances Wish that I could brush of your advances The gigolo, the player and the saint – you crooner Before I know it I will be a goner. You undress me with your voice As if I have no choice I see you have a mission I’m caught in this position You grab me with your eyes I want you between my thighs The rhythm of your rhyme has galvanized This overwhelming lust I cannot hide I must admit you have me mesmerized I couldn’t even stop you if I tried. And so I’m beaming like the moon I know that I am swooning Now that I’m caught in your tune Now that I’m caught in your tune Now that I’m caught in your tune
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Crocuses 04:19
The crocuses bloomed that you planted November They woke with the light of the spring But your tired body did not live through winter The planting did not give the hope it could bring You told me that you had been sick for so long And money had been tight You struggled for years and did not want to live So I will forgive you. Alone in your house that day of the week Your client came to call. The oldest profession, it should be antique Seemed to be part of your down-fall. Your sensitive nerves could not endure the life of a “Soiled Dove.” You struggled for years and did not want to live So we will forgive you. I packed up the memories your daughter would want After the Police were gone You struggled for years and did not want to live So she will forgive you. In your next journey beyond this great valley Remember that you were loved For exactly whomever you were meant to be And by all the folks you took care of Though your end was lonesome and cruel Angels have carried you home And the crocuses bloomed after you passed But, you’re at peace You’re at peace You’re at peace at last.
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I sit in my control booth In my cyber-virtual-world Some may say that I’m aloof But inside this oyster is a pearl I can be a card carrying cynic I’m hardened and playing my part Scheduled to the max every minute But your laughter has warmed my heart My modern day frown is turning upside-down… ‘Cause You Smile, and I Melt… It’s back to the grind A conditioned chill in the air Seems like all my fantasies have run dry And I don’t have time to care anymore Work is always the same And these four walls are such a bore Being stuck inside is such a pain But you know how to unlock my door My modern day frown is turning upside-down… You caught me so unaware I was frozen inside from that computer glare Like a burst of sun, between the clouds I saw your face in the crowd I couldn’t help but recognize That playful look in you eyes Before I knew it you cracked that grin And my icy façade was caving in ‘Cause You Smile and I Melt…
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I was dreaming of some pancakes, one early morning Craving that spongy sweet texture Sleepy groggy eyes, gazing at the skillet Eggs for a fluffy mixture Blueberries and bananas, make ‘em so much sweeter Chocolate chips, a dream come true Melted butter, sticky syrup, sometimes apple sauce So many options to choose But… the first pancake’s always a flop The next two could be second rate Keep flippin’ flapjacks, till you reach the top Where the hot cakes are sure to be great! Keep ‘em in the oven, till you have eleven Breakfast for five every Friday Two on every plate, sad pancake in the foil Feed it to the dog, hope he likes it. The first time you fall in love… You think the world is your oyster Then the oven door slams, and your soufflé falls And your cake has lost its moisture He doesn’t call you back You get a sideways glance Find out he’s a rotten sardine He tasted very sweet But he turned to rancid meat All at once, you know what it means! Next time you’re dreaming of a short-stack In a pool of maple syrup, nice and warm Remember this most important lesson The first one will come out deformed.
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Second Album by Amber Lee and the Anomalies. Includes two instrumental tracks.

Hidden track is 'The First Pancake Polka' with out slidewhistle - for your playing pleasure!
Download to practice playing along, then volunteer to be the slidewhistle player at my next show!

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released February 5, 2011

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Amber Lee and the Anomalies Oakland, California

Amber Lee Baker (aka Amber Lee and the Anomalies) performs original songs which range between bawdy cabaret, melodious folk ballads, gypsy tunes and soulful spirituals.
She has been extensively touring since 2008 as a one-woman show with her accordion, loop pedal and glockenspiel.
Her most recent release, 'Indelible' includes a full band.
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