Screamin’ for My Supper

Released 1999

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To remember or to forget it
How could you ever laugh out loud while you cry
It will own you and you can’t let it
While it holds you you can’t even try

You’re so unsatisfied
You’re so damn petrified
You ain’t got nothing
No you ain’t got nothing to prove

Just a little heartache
Just a little hole
Just an itchy finger
And nobody knows
Just a little heartache
Something for the soul
Fingers on the trigger
And nobody knows
What she knows

Nobody knows
What she knows

Got a secret and how you dread it
I should have known by the lonely look in your eyes
Made a promise and never kept it
You didn’t even tell me goodbye

You’re so unsatisfied
There’s no more tears to cry
You ain’t got nothing
No you ain’t got nothing to prove

Just a little heartache
Just a little hole
Just an itchy finger
And nobody knows
Just a little heartache
Something for the soul
Fingers on the trigger
And nobody knows
What she knows

Nobody knows
What she knows

In December I got your letter
And by the springtime they let me know you were gone
If I only loved you better
I’d see you smile again
But what’s done is done

Just a little heartache
Just a little hole
Just an itchy finger
And nobody knows
Just a little heartache
Something for the soul
Fingers on the trigger
And nobody knows
What she knows

Nobody knows
What she knows

 

Writer & Composer: Beth Hart & Gregg Sutton & Bob Thiele

If I won me the lottery
I’d dance naked in the street
With a top hat full of money
And you’d want to get to know me
If I won me the lottery

And if I was a movie star
I’d sip honey from a pickle jar
In the back of my limousine
And they’d call me an icon
And I’d be looking back at you
From the cover of the People magazine

I guess it’s all for the taking
I guess it’s all yours and mine
My sister says I got to see it and believe it
And I believe I believe it

But I’m just an outsider
living in a trailer with my black and white TV set
If only I was President
You know I’d paint the White House pink
And never have to pay the rent
If only I was President

I guess it’s all there for the taking
I think it’s all yours and mine
My preacher says I got to see it to believe it

And l believe won’t sleep till I’ve had enough
I believe won’t sip my wine from no paper cup
I believe won’t sleep till I’ve had enough

Until I’ve had enough

Delicious surprise
Now I do believe
No fear in my eyes
Now I can see
Heaven’s inside inside inside
I knew it all the time

Got me something to believe in
But all I really want now is a handful of salvation

And l believe won’t sleep till I’ve had enough
I believe won’t sip my wine from no paper cup
I believe won’t sleep till I’ve had enough

Until I’ve had enough

 

Writer & Composer: Beth Hart & Glen Burtnik

She hangs around the boulevard
She’s a local girl with local scars
She got home late she got home late
She drank so hard the bottle ached
And she tried and she tried and she tried and she tried
But nothing’s clear in a bar full of lies
So she takes and she takes she takes and she takes
She understands when she gives it away

She says man I gotta get outta this town
Man I gotta get outta this pain
Man I gotta get outta this town
Outta this town and out of L.A.

She’s got a gun she’s got a gun
She got a gun she calls the lucky one
She left a note right by the phone
Don’t leave a message ’cause this ain’t no home
And she cried and she cried and she cried and she cried
She cried so long her tears ran dry
Then she laughed and she laughed she laughed and she laughed
‘Cause she knew she was never coming back

She said man I’m gonna get outta this town
Man I’m gonna get outta this pain
Man I’m gonna get outta this town
Outta this town and out of L.A.

It’s all she loves
It’s all she hates
It’s all too much for her to take
She can’t be sure just where it ends
Or where the good life begins

So she took a train she took a train
To a little old town without a name
She met a man he took her in
But fed her all the same bullshit again
‘Cause he lied and he lied and he lied and he lied

He lied like a salesman selling flies
So she screamed and she screamed and she screamed and she screamed
It’s a different place but the same old thing

It’s all I love
It’s all I hate
It’s all too much for me to take
I can’t be sure where it begins
Or if the good life lies within

So she said
Man I gotta get out of this town
Yeah now I gotta get back on that train
Man I gotta get out of this town
I’m outta my pain
So I’m going back to L.A.

 

Writer & Composer: Beth Hart

Wish me luck
Give me something
Help me out
And I’ll go there

All I want is a brand new truck
One eyed Jacks and beginner’s luck
The doctor’s script for the perfect drug
Get it all while I can

But I got no money and I got no man
I drive around in a beat up van
I ride on coffee and Percodan
Getting it all while I can

Is that too much to ask
Is that too much to ask
Just make it real and make it last

So people tell me to clean up my mess
Like I was sweet sixteen in a dirty dress
But I’m wiser now so I must confess
That I’m getting it all while I can

Is that too much to ask
Is that too much to ask
Just make it real and make it last

Someday maybe I’ll understand
This crazy old life is in my hands
Someday maybe I’ll figure it out
Somebody help me
Anybody tell me

Wish me luck
Give me something
Help me out
And I’ll go there
Wish me luck
Give me something
Just make it real and make it last

 

Writer & Composer: Beth Hart & Gregg Sutton & Bob Thiele

She got a poet’s spirit
She burns among the clouds
She never stops believing
She only dreams out loud

There’s a jackpot in the dresser
She’s smiling in the glass
And if you need to kiss her
Don’t forget your stash

‘Cause she gives it away
And you’re fascinated by her
And she does it again
With simple and brilliant desire
And she gives it away
And you’re fascinated by

By her

She wears a million colors
There’s rainbows on her soles
She got a sign above her
That says I’m never growing old
You’re asking her to dance
Now she spins a solid white light
She gonna make love to you today
Today and every night

‘Cause she gives it away
And you’re fascinated by her
And she does it again
With simple and brilliant desire
And she gives it away
And you’re fascinated by

By her

She may be waiting
Around the corner of your mind
But still you know
She’s there you can feel her inside
So don’t forget about the reasons
That brought you her
‘Cause she’s a miracle

‘Cause she gives it away
And you’re fascinated by her
And she does it again
With simple and brilliant desire
And she gives it away
And you’re fascinated by
By her

 

Writer & Composer: Beth Hart & Lanny Cordola

Hello again my friend it’s been sometime
I try and read you in your shifting eyes
Your hands are trembling as I hold them in mine
How ya living

You were the talker an I was the clown
We grew up wondering how we would get out
But you’re still talking talking

You got places to go
You got people to know
You got plans to get your shit together
Did you take it too far
Did you forget who you are
Did you stash your soul into the closet forever

So now you’re hustling for the five and dime
You cure the stranger and his perverted mind
You are the poet of need and lust how’s the preaching

You painted destinations on the inside
And dreamed of revelations yearning to fly
But you’re still walking and still talking

You got places to go
You got people to know
You got plans to get your shit together
Did you take it too far
Did you forget who you are
Did you stash your soul into the closet forever

Hold on Geany watch what ya say
Save your preaching for a rainier day
Hold on Geany I’m talking to you
You’re so amazing in whatever you do

You got places to go
You got people to know
You got plans to get your shit together

You got places to go
You got people to know
You got plans to get your shit together
Did you take it too far
Did you forget who you are
Did you stash your soul into the closet forever

Hold on Geany watch what ya say
Save your preaching for a rainier day
Hold on Geany I’m talking to you
You’re so amazing in whatever you do

You got places to go
You got people to know
You got plans to get your shit together

Did you take it too far
Did you forget who you are
Did you stash your soul into the closet

You didn’t take it to far
Still you know who you are
Grab your soul and hold on to forever
Forever
Together

 

Writer & Composer: Beth Hart & Glen Burtnik

So suddenly it rolls by again
Soft as a breeze and light as the wind
Don’t say goodbye and don’t dry these tears
If I could fly we’d fly away from here

So don’t let go
Just come along now
Just say so
It won’t be long now
It’s all right
This ain’t no lie
It’s right on time

Petals of rose I touch your hair
Heaven knows I love you here
Beautiful smile covets the time
I feel so fine I feel so fine
On my way
Come along and stay

When I was young just a little girl
I’d sing to the sun and dream with the world
Now I got a suitcase full of memories
If I could show you maybe you’d stay with me

Stay with me

So don’t let go
Just come along now
Just say so
It won’t be long now
It’s all right
This ain’t no lie
It’s right on time

Petals of rose I touch your hair
Heaven knows I love you here
Beautiful smile covets the time
I feel so fine I feel so fine
On my way
Come along and stay

 

Writer & Composer: Beth Hart

Silver blue hair and a cane in her hand
Living to die in the promised land
Handing out flyers for the coming of Christ
She says raise from the fire for eternal life

Or they’ll take your mind and they’ll strip your faith
And they’ll starve you with nothing that you already ate
And they’ll compliment just to break you down
Spin you in circles running round and round

Good ole people live
Good ole people

Coke bottle glasses and a smile on his face
He stands on the comer screaming don’t mix the race
Commanding all the children to confess all their sins
Then he beats his wife with a bottle of Gin

And they’ll whip your mind just to strip your faith
Counterfeit people coming to dominate
And they’ll get you high just to greet you down
Spin you in circles running round and round

Good ole people live
Good ole people give
But good ole people can’t drive
And maybe that’s why good ole people die
Maybe that’s why
Good ole people live
Good ole people give
Good ole people can’t drive
Maybe that’s why good ole people die

 

Writer & Composer: Beth Hart

She combs her hair and cleans her face
Closes the door and kneels to pray
It don’t matter that she’s alone
Beast or dragons she’s going home

If I lay me down
Bow my head unto the ground
Would you heal my skin
And these blisters within my skin

She found today so hard to say
I sweat the sheets too tired to play
And it don’t matter ‘cause I’m still alive
Beast or dragons won’t make me hide

If I lay me down
Bow my head unto the ground
Would you heal my skin
And these blisters within my skin

Another way
I just cant find the words to say
Cold where I lay
It’s cold where I lay
Bones cracked to clay
A killer’s in the way
Hot is my shame
Fire pulls my veins

For never is my name
Forever in my shame
Holy come heal me
Solely delivery delivery

If I lay me down
Bow my head unto the ground
Would you heal my skin
And these blisters within

If I lay me down
Bow my head unto the ground
Would you heal my skin
And these blisters within

Blisters within my skin

 

Writer & Composer: Beth Hart

People got no clothes on
Naked without the blinds drawn
Welcome to my kingdom
We’re living our own freedom

And the girls say

Small boy sewn in stitches
He knows wicked witches
Mama’s love is silent
Her sweetness becomes violence

And the girls say

It’s got me losing my way
Is God really gone
Losing my way
Everybody runs
Losing my way
Everybody hung their head down to sigh
It’s got me losing my way

Is God really gone

Losing my way
Everybody runs

Everybody hung their head out to dry

Pictured on the ceiling
Regretting what you’re feeling
Welcome to my kingdom
We’re living our own freedom

And the girls say

It’s got me losing my way
Is God really gone
Losing my way
Everybody runs
Losing my way
Everybody hung their head down to sigh
It’s got me losing my way

Is God really gone

Losing my way
Everybody runs

Everybody hung their head out to dry

 

Writer & Composer: Beth Hart

There is a light
That shimmers like a diamond in the night
A fire that is powerful and strong
And I call it home

Here in the dark
Where I dream myself to sleep I feel my heart
As timeless as the carving on the stone
And yes it’s home

Miracles happening every day
Millions of people are dying to get away

‘Cause the sky is falling
The angels are calling
But I have no fear
Yes the sky is falling
The angels are calling me
Yes I can hear
That the sky is falling

Opening up
I stretch my arms so wide I feel my love
It’s falling right out of the sky and home
Yes I call it home

Miracles happening every day
Millions of people are dying to get away

‘Cause the sky is falling
The angels are calling
But I have no fear
Yes the sky is falling
The angels are calling me
Yes I can hear
That the sky is falling

Sky is falling

Miracles happening every day
Millions of people are dying to get away

‘Cause the sky is falling
The angels are calling

Yes I can hear
’Cause the sky is falling
The angels are calling me
But I have no fear
That the sky is falling

It’s on the good side
On the good side

Sky is falling

Mother may I and I would say
Yes sweet baby take it away
It won’t be long just remember

That powerful is the woman in you
Stay true

And she’d come to me when fire and water was gone
To caress the empty with a song
Saying why cry for anger that bullets the sky
Just remember I’ll remember

Mama I’ll get by

I know my face seems crazed and wild
But I got her eyes a mama’s child am I
She’s blessed with grace and is smooth as a line
And when I shade she helps me shine

And she comes to me when there’s nothing I believe

And holds me so high yes I am free
Saying why hold the anger it won’t let you fly
Just remember I’ll remember
’Cause mama mama I’ll get by

Confused by my own illusions
She said that it’s only my pride
And even the simplest solutions
Still won’t heal my mind

So I’ll remember
I’ll remember
And I’ll get by

 

Writer & Composer: Beth Hart

Laughing till it pisses everybody off
Pulling up my dress at a dinner meeting
Kissing till my lips are ready to fall off
Screaming all night then just say I’m singing

Yeah these are some of my favorite things
Gold butterflies and gum on a string
Yeah these are some of my favorite things
But doing nothing is my favorite one

Cashing in on the glory of my biggest mistakes
Fading in the grass basking in the sunlight
Go and say to mama I’ll just drive 98
Hold her in my arms tell her I’ll be alright

Breath in faith and hope and a big fat cigarette
Drowning in the wine having no regrets

Yeah these are some of my favorite things
Don’t ask me why

Gold butterflies and gum on a string
Get me high
Yeah these are some of my favorite things
But doing nothing is my favorite one

It’s not the life I thought it would be
But I’ll be alright I know I will be
So long to circumstance

Cashing in on the glory of my biggest mistakes
I’m fading now at last basking in sweet sunlight

Yeah these are some of my favorite things
Don’t ask me why
Gold butterflies and gum on a string
Get me high
Yeah these are some of my favorite things
But doing nothing son is my very favorite one
But maybe loving you now is my favorite one
My very favorite one

 

Writer & Composer: Beth Hart