Annie Moscow

THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE 

Remember when I was nineteen 
My eyes were focused on a dream 
And all the doors were open wide 
Was up to me to walk inside 

My second chance – it never came 
Now I’m not one to cry or blame 
But that was supposed to be mine mine mine mine 
That was supposed to be 

Remember when I was nineteen 
And what you called my stupid dream 
You shared with me your deepest fears – you said 
Where will you be in 10 years 

Your tired lines were well received 
I didn’t have the guts to leave 
But that was supposed to be mine mine mine mine 
That was supposed to be 
That was supposed to be mine mine mine mine 
That was supposed to be 

Don’t stop it 
Don’t stop 
The wind blows 
Don’t stop it 
Don’t stop it 
The wind blows right to your door 

That was supposed to be mine mine mine mine 
That was supposed to be. 
Yeah that was supposed to be mine mine mine 
That was supposed to be 
That was supposed to be 
That was supposed to be mine 

Annie Moscow: vox & piano 
Rachael Gold: synthesizers 
Henry Newmark: drums 
Bruce Stone: bass 
Dave Robinson: guitar 

 

TO THE HIMALAYAS 

Said good-bye to family and friends 
A long time ago 
Out to conquer brave new worlds 
That’s where I had to go 
Searched for answers long and hard 
Apart from what I knew 
Thought I’d find the answers in 
the Himalayas with you 

To the Himalayas 
That’s where we would go 
To the Himalayas 
And Oh the things we’d know 
The world could crumble at my feet 
But I would not be blue 
Take my hand I want to scale 
The Himalayas with you 

Surfin’ cross the Internet 
I stumbled on a friend 
Our paths had crossed in high school 
And now we meet again 
He said “I’m married and I have a son 
What’s going on with you” 
I said “I’d love to stay and chat 
But I’ve got too much else to do” 

To the Himalayas 
That’s where I must go 
To the Himalayas 
Oh the things I’ll know 
The world can crumble at my feet 
But I will not be blue 
Take my hand I want to scale the Himalayas 

My folks are getting older now 
But they’re probably doing just fine 
And me – I’ve blended well into 
A race that isn’t mine 
Sometimes I feel so rootless 
Like I haven’t got a clue 

The world may crumble at my feet 
But inside – I’ll be still 
You and me and everyone 
Upon our little hills 

Annie Moscow: vox & piano 
Domenic Genova: acoustic bass 
Rachael Gold: synthesizers 
Allen Ames – violin 

 

WHERE’S MY SILVER LINING 

You scream 
Then I scream 
But nobody’s passing out 
Ice cream 
Then I cry 
Sometimes it feels like 
I wanna die 

They say we got to walk through this muck together 
To get to the other side 
But I sure don’t like this ride 

And where’s my silver lining? 
They say every cloud has a silver lining 
Where’s my silver lining Baby 

Me to be 
Happy 
But how can I be 
When you’re so 
Unhappy 

And all your pain – Well it hurts me too 
What’s going on at the end of this tunnel 
Are we gonna survive – baby 

Where’s my silver lining? 
They say every cloud has a silver lining 

Annie Moscow: vox & piano 
Rachael Gold: synthesizers, percussion & background vox 
Kris Karyl Feldman: background vox 
Domenic Genova: fretless bass 
Billy Abdo: Acoustic & slide guitars 

 

BUY THE BITCH A CADILLAC 

You think you’ve got the plan 
You think you’ve got it made 
You think that you’re some royalty 
You sit there in your tiny bubble 
The world is yours to use 
Well throw me a piece of your holiness baby 
And let me lick your shoes 

Just Buy the Bitch a Cadillac 
Give the dog a bone 
Read the sign outside my door 
This dog don’t take no bones no more 

Maybe I was innocent 
Maybe I was dumb 
Maybe I’ve done anything 
Just to share your gum 
But maybe I got smarter 
And see you as you are 
Well maybe I didn’t know no better 
But now it’s gone too far – you can’t just 

Buy the Bitch a Cadillac 
Give the dog a bone 
Read the sign outside my door 
This dog don’t take no bones no more 
(piano solo) 

Buy the Bitch a Cadillac 
Give the dog a bone 
Read the sign outside my door 
This dog don’t take no bones no more 

No bones – no charms – no kitty treats 
I don’t buy my dear 
You show your hand and you play fair 
Or I don’t want you here 

Buy the Bitch a Cadillac 
Give the dog a bone 
Read the sign outside my door 
This dog don’t take no bones no more 

Annie Moscow: vox & piano 
Rachael Gold: synthesizers 
Henry Newmark: drums 
Sam Pilafian: tuba 

 

IT’S ALL DISSIPATING 

Where’re we going for the holidays? 
Used to be my mom’s or yours 
Or maybe one place for dinner and one for dessert 
A regular – Thanksgiving Tour de Force 

But that was before your parents divorced 
And we moved ‘cross the country from mine 
And we all got busy with our own busy lives 
It’s getting harder and harder now to find the time… 

And it’s all dissipating 
Dissipating – more and more – with ev’ry season 
Dissipating – dissipating 
More and more and more and more 

Now I don’t wanna pretend it was some perfect time 
‘Cause it wasn’t that way at all 
We’d just open up the closets 
And we’d watch the skeletons fall 
Then on the plane on the way back home we’d say 
That was the holiday from hell 
Well I guess we got tired – year after year 
Tryin’ to act like all was well 
Well well now 

It’s all dissipating 
Dissipating – more and more with ev’ry season 
Dissipating – dissipating 
More and More and more and more 

Blood might be thicker than water 
But it sure ain’t thicker than glue 
‘Cause I don’t know what or why or how 
But I can’t seem to hold on these days to any of you 

And It’s all dissipating – dissipating 
More and more with every season 
Dissipating – dissipating 
More and more and more and more and 

Annie Moscow: vox & piano 
Kris Karyl Feldman: background Vox 
Rachael Gold: synthesizers, percussion & background Vox 

 

JAZZ CAT 

Take your mask off 
You wanted to be a jazz cat all along 
And who are you foolin’ 
Who are you foolin’ anymore 

You say you changed for me 
Well I changed for you 
But here’s what the truth is 
It’s all just excuses 
And who are we foolin’ 
Who are we foolin’ anymore 

It’s the midlife crisis 
Bitin’ down hard 
It’s the midlife crisis 
It’s the midlife crisis 
Didn’t know it would be this 

Take your mask off 
And I’ll take off mine 
‘Cause it cuts even deeper 
And who are we foolin’ 
Who are we foolin’ anymore 

Take one look back 
You’ll see the sweet young thing 
I’ve always been 
But don’t look back again 
‘Cause she’ll be gone 

They call it midlife crisis 
Bitin’ down hard 
It’s the midlife crisis 
It really bites, baby 
It’s the midlife crisis 
Didn’t know it would be this 

You’re supposed to buy a medallion 
And run off with some youngster 
And me I’m supposed to become a lesbian 
Or run off with an Indian chief 

But I just want you to 
Take your mask off 
And I’ll take off mine 
We’ll dance around naked 
And have a good time 
‘Cause who’re we foolin’ 
Who’re we foolin’ anymore 
Yeah who’re we foolin’ 
Not even ourselves anymore 

Annie Moscow: vox & piano 
Domenic Genova: Fretless Bass 
Rachael Gold: synthesizers

DRIED UP AND DYING 

(with piano excerpts from “Sonatine” by M. Ravel) 

Where’s your piano 
Where’s your piano 
Where’s your piano my best friend 
Where’s your piano now 

You love your babies 
I know you do 
But the sacrifice was all of you 
And where’s your piano now 

(chorus) 
Dried up and dying 
All my friends are 
Dried up and dying 
All my friends are 

When you shone like a star 
He captured you 
With promises of forever 
Now your light is fading and you wonder why 
He looks for fairer weather 
It’s partly him 
It’s partly you 
You’ve lost your looks 
That’s partly true 
But more than that 
You’ve lost your you 

(chorus) 

He has his trips 
He has his plans 
I know I know you married a 
Brilliant man 
You have a beautiful hosue 
But where’s your piano now 

(chorus) 

Dried up and dying 
All my friends are 
Dried up and dying 
You used to play so 
Beautifully 

Annie Moscow: vox & piano 
Rachael Gold: synthesizers 
Allen Ames: violin 

 

BLUE EYES 

Some families have Blue eyes 
You can see their kid coming from miles and miles 
He’s got those blue eyes 
He’s got those blue eyes 
And when they get together 
It’s like their own little club 
And you can’t get in 
Without those Blue Eyes 

Some families have 
Good upper body strength 
You can see them at the pool 
Swimming back and forth 
And back and forth 
And when they get together 
It’s like their own little club 
And you can’t get in 
Unless, of course, 
You swim 

In my family – we’ve got the Rockers 
We sit in our rooms and rock back and forth 
And back and forth 
And forth and back 
We sit and rock and rock and stare 
So into ourselves and so Unaware 
Sometimes you get lucky and 
It skips a generation 
And you don’t inherit 
The glazed stare 
The silent cries 
That mark us as surely as 
Blue eyes 

Annie Moscow: vox & piano 
Rachael Gold: synthesizers 
Allen Ames: violin 

 

ELEVEN BLOCKS FROM THE BEACH 

I like to think I’m contemporary 
In my suburban dream 
My house is big and roomy 
And my neighborhood’s serene 
This is what’s worth livin’ for 
I tell myself each day 
But I grow green with envy 
When I see you live your way 

Eleven blocks from the beach 
In a hardwood bungalow 
Walk down the street with a surfboard 
Feel the ocean breezes blow 
Fresh fruit market every Wednesday 
All within my reach 
If I had the guts to move my stuff 
Eleven blocks from the beach 

I left the city long ago 
Crime and noise I said 
But is it better to live with a little bit of danger 
Than walk around half dead 
I’m just tryin’ to find the place I guess 
Where I won’t keep wanting more 
But until I find my home I’ll be here 
Longing after yours 

Eleven blocks from the beach… 

Annie Moscow: vox & piano 
Henry Newmark: Drums & Percussion 
Bruce Stone: Electric Bass 
Rachael Gold: synthesizers, percussion & background vox 
Billy Abdo: Electric guitar 

 

CINDERELLA SUITE 

Give me everything you’ve got and 
I will depend on you 
That’s how our love will grow 
You can be my hero 
Someone to take care of 
Someone to take care of me 

If I can’t get your attention 
I’ll become an invalid 
Nurses with me ‘round the clock 
Care and feeding at my bed 
La ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 
La ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 

Will you be my mother 
There to love me all my life 
Will you be my father 
I’ll be good and I’ll die young 
I will depend on you 
That’s how our love will grow 
You can be my hero 
Someone to take care of 
Someone to take care of me 

Everyday is 9 to 5 
The nights are short the days are long 
Everyday is so frustrating 
Something in your life is wrong 
You do your hair 
You do your makeup 
Thinking this will change your life 
Maybe one day you will wake up 
Lucky girl – as someone’s wife 

(chorus) 
Cinderella he’s not coming 
Don’t wait for the handsome prince 
Cinderella he’s not coming 
He won’t take you ‘way from this 

Maybe he’ll be king of England 
Live the perfect fantasy 
Royal bliss is just illusion 
You know that as well as me 

Cinderella Cinderella 
Cinderella Cinderella 
Cinderella Cinderella 

You give me everything 
I will depend on you 
That’s how our love will grow 
You can be my hero 
Someone to take care of 
Someone to take care of me 

Annie Moscow: vox & piano 
Kris Karyl Feldman: background vox 
Rachael Gold: synthesizers 
Henry Newmark: Drums 
Allen Ames: Violin 

 

THERE’S GONNA BE SOME CHANGES HERE 

I can see the smoke signs rising over the hill 
I can hear the drummers beating out a new rhythm 
I can see the footsteps heading towards the clear 
Nervous birds fly back and forth 
Nature’s come to claim it’s course 

There’s gonna be some changes here 
Nah nah nah nah nah nah – Nah nah nah nah nah nah 
There’s gonna be some changes here 
Hold on for the changes – hold on for the changes 

I can feel your eyes tryin’ to focus on my soul 
I can feel your thoughts – you don’t know where I’m going – do you? 
I can feel my heartbeat a million miles a minute 
Shackles fall away like rain 
Clear a path and board the train 

There’s gonna be some changes here 
Nah nah nah nah nah nah – Nah nah nah nah nah nah 

There’s gonna be some changes here 
Hold on for the changes – hold on for the changes 
There’s gonna be some changes here 
Hold on for the changes – hold on for the changes 

Annie Moscow: vox & piano 
Henry Newmark: Drums 
Rachael Gold: synthesizers, background vox 
Bruce Stone: Electric bass 
Dave Robinson: Electric guitar 
Allen Ames: Violin 

 

WOLVES AT MY DOOR 

Don’t know why I’ve been so irritable lately 
Walkin’ around like I don’t wanna be here anymore 
It’s not that I don’t wanna be here anymore 
It’s just that there’s 
Wolves at my door 
Wolves at my door 

Something in their eyes beckons me 
Something in their eyes calls me out to the wild 
I’m sitting here in my nice house 
And they’re saying 
Do you wanna go 
Do ya wanna go 
Do ya wanna go 

I don’t know what’s come over me 
It’s just that there’s these wolves at my door 
Wolves at my door 

One looked at me and he smiled 
He said “I know you’re the wild child” 
My pedigree don’t count for much anymore 
Not when there’s these wolves at my door 
Wolves at my door 
Wolves at my door 

Annie Moscow: vox & piano 
Domenic Genova: Acoustic bass 
Rachael Gold: Keyboards 
Allen Ames: Violin