2008 Including songs from El Rey

Santa Ana Winds

We keep exchanging glances all night long until at last her friends go home
That’s when my heart starts beating faster
Outside, the Santa Ana Winds are blowing hot
Inside, some things are happening that really should not

When she says: “I’m handing myself to you entirely, completely”
Before asking, sweetly: “And are you falling for me too?”
And that’s when I pretend that I don’t have a girlfriend

I must look anxious because she fixes me with this gaze
“Face it, Tiger, you just hit the jackpot,” she says
We laugh together but I’m trying hard to ignore the fact I’ve won the jackpot means I’ve lost a whole lot more

Then she says: “I’m handing myself to you entirely, completely”
Before asking, sweetly: “And are you falling for me too?”
And that’s when I pretend that I don’t have a girlfriend

“I’m handing myself to you entirely, completely”
Then she asks, sweetly: “And are you falling for me too?”
And that’s when I pretend that I don’t have a girlfriend

Spider-Man On Hollywood

I thought I saw a superhero but it was just Spider-Man on Hollywood
I thought I saw a supermodel but she had hair where I don’t think she should
Yes, things can be a parody of what they first appear to be

I thought I saw a flying saucer last night but of course it was just an aeroplane
I thought I saw Winona Ryder but my eyes were playing tricks again
Some things look wonderful but then they’re different when you look again

And that’s what’s so funny, honey
You’ve looked like my girl for so long that I thought you would always be beside me
But I’d be the first to admit I was wrong

I thought I saw a shooting star but it was just another satellite
I thought I knew exactly who you are but I didn’t even get that right
And now that you’re about to leave I’m feeling quite naive

And that’s what’s so funny, honey
You’ve looked like my girl for so long that I thought you would always be beside me
But I’d be the first to admit I was wrong

And that’s what’s so funny, honey
You’ve looked like my girl for so long that I thought you would always be beside me
But I’d be the first to admit (I know when I should quit!) I am wrong

I Lost The Monkey

No, I don’t know why
Well, I was feeling hurt and so I annoyed you; making up reasons to avoid you
But now that all just seems so immature

Because I just want you back
This has all been a mistake; I didn’t know what was at stake
I was playing some kind of senseless game
Oh, you don’t need to tell me how I’ve lost the monkey now

Now I discover you’ve found yourself a young new lover
Well did I mention that that was never my intention?
Here’s my confession: I was just teaching you a lesson
Did you see through me?
Because instead of running back here to me you just said: “OK, if that’s what you really want”

No, I just want you back
This has all been a mistake; I didn’t know what was at stake
I was playing some kind of stupid game
Oh, you don’t need to tell me how I’ve lost the monkey now

Soup

She can’t believe that’s the fourth bottle he’s uncorking
He can’t believe that they’ve just wasted another hour talking
He pours more wine into her cup and together they watch the sun come up

And then he says: “I’ll love you if you’ll let me”
And she says: “But, baby, you’ve only just met me!”
Touching, laughing, flirting, dreaming
But, inside, there’s a voice that’s screaming

No soup for you, no soup for you
No soup for you, no soup for you
No soup for you, no soup for you
No soup for you, no soup for you

He says: “Don’t wake up, but I have to be somewhere else today”
And, still wearing make-up, she watches as he walks away
And, although he’s managed to enthral her, she already knows that he will never call her

No soup for you, no soup for you
No soup for you, no soup for you
No soup for you, no soup for you
No soup for you, no soup for you

Palisades

I knew something wasn’t quite right; you haven’t said a word all night
We didn’t even kiss
Now you’re suddenly telling me that you’re leaving me
Do I get a say in this?

I thought women were supposed to tell you how they’re feeling
But you’re really the most unrevealing

So have you felt like this for long and will you tell me what went wrong?
I don’t know where I’m at
Oh, you have got to give me more than just “Hey, sorry, there’s the door”
I think you owe me that

You might think you’re sparing me but, no, I really don’t care
I just need to know why

You don’t love me any more
You don’t love me any more

I trust you when you say there’s no one else but, in a way, that would at least make sense
It is impossible to try to talk about all this when I don’t know what I’m up against

You might think you’re sparing me but, no, I really don’t care
I just need to know why

You don’t love me any more
You don’t love me any more
You don’t love me any more
You don’t love me any more

The Trouble With Men

You walked right up to me with such a knowing smile
That I’d fallen for you already, by the time you’d kissed the man stood at my side

And, yes, I’m used to being someone whose chances are quite slim
But I still imagined seeing you leave the room with me instead of him

Don’t say: “Hello”
You’re far too gorgeous for me and I know that if you talk to me then I’ll raise my hopes up again
And I will spend all weekend wondering if you could be my girlfriend
Instead of loving my wife and getting on with my life

So there I go again
I guess that’s just the trouble with men
Which brings me to you

Don’t say: “Hello”
You’re far too gorgeous for me and I know that if I talk to you then I’ll raise my hopes up again
And I will spend all weekend wondering if you could be my girlfriend
Instead of loving my wife and getting on with my life

Model, Actress, Whatever…

When I stare at you (OK, it’s just a jpeg (I have a few))
But when I scrutinise your face I don’t see a picture, I see a hiding place

As you lay across that chair (Is that your bedroom? Do you take photos in there?)
Did you realise just then how you’d be entrancing a million men?

You’re above and beyond anyone I could meet; I’m admitting defeat
I just hope whoever you choose to ensnare deserves to be there

Because you have the most insanely beautiful eyes
And you’ll devour the world, the day they recognise your awesome power

Meanwhile I’ll be here, still just watching

The most insanely beautiful eyes
And you’ll devour the world, the day they recognise your awesome power

Don’t Take Me Home Until I’m Drunk

The heavens were alive with stars
She pointed out which one was Mars
Lying arm in arm against an old tree trunk
She used a phrase of Holly Golightly’s from 'Breakfast At Tiffany’s’
She said: “Don’t take me home until I’m drunk. Very drunk indeed!”

We talked about a second date
She said that meeting me was fate
And, though I don’t believe in that crap, I said: “Yes”
We both knew where the night would end
But when we kissed, I won’t pretend, I still shook with apprehension, I confess

And then I said: “I could fall in love with you”
But, as I recall, she said: “I like you too”

And that little word was the warning sign
That little word meant she’d never be mine, as I discovered the next day
A text on my phone saying:
“I don’t know whether I mentioned him last night, but I’m getting back together with my old fiance
I’m sorry, by the way”

And, when I think about that night, I wonder if perhaps I might not have done every single thing I could
But, deep down, I know I was blind; she just used me to make up her mind
But if I had to do it all again, I would

And then I said: “I could fall in love with you”
But, as I recall, she said: “I like you too”
Yeah, I could fall in love with you
But as I recall, she said: “I like you too”

The Thing I Like Best About Him Is His Girlfriend

(Me to her)
It’s been in my head but I’ve never said anything to you before
And to simplify, well, I’ve been living a lie but I can’t lie anymore
So I’m going out here on a limb; I don’t want to pretend
Because the thing I like best about him is his lovely girlfriend

(Her to me)
I was fine until this all unfurled and, yes, I’m wild about you
But you’re asking me to change my world and that’s not something I can do

(Me to her)
I didn’t intend to steal my friend’s girlfriend, but well then is it theft
When we both know that I would treat you so much better if you left?

(Her to me)
I thought that this was all just in my head
Sure, it’s appreciated, but if he heard what you just said he’d be completely devastated

(Me to her)
I’m not making this up on a whim, believe me, I know it’s wrong
I went to all those boring things with him just in case you came along
I've tried so long to find a girl like you and all the time you were right here near me
I know you say he loves you too but, oh, you’ve got to hear me
So I’m going out here on a limb; I don’t want to pretend
Because the thing I like best about him is his lovely girlfriend

(Her to me)
Why didn’t you say that you felt this way?
This is all just too surreal
And I’m going to need time because right now I’m not sure how I feel
Well, yes it’s true, I might’ve thought about you, but it all seemed quite unreal
Yes I’m going to need time

Boo Boo

Well yes, it’s late; the waiter’s stacking the chairs
But, never the less, just wait, I don’t think he really cares
And if we leave now I’ll be kicking myself all week because we get so few chances to talk just like this
And I would regret just saying: “See you,” because this is something that I really miss
So I aim to detain you for as long as I dare

You just don’t get it at all, do you? Boo Boo!
The reason I call is that I still love you

Your eyes are glistening as you fill my glass to the brim
And though I despise listening to you talk about him
Seeing you being with that man is much better than not seeing you at all
And you can’t leave
Not when we’ve been having such a ball

You just don’t understand, do you? Boo Boo!
That tonight was all planned because I still love you

You just don’t get it at all, do you? Boo Boo!
The reason I call is that I still love you

Swingers

Honey, really, there’s no need for you to pout
Because you know precisely what I'm talking about
All those meaningful sly glances and that long embrace
You had 'come and get it’ written all over your face

I’m not exaggerating; I saw it happening

You don’t have to flirt with everyone just because you can
You’re like Brigitte Bardot in 'And God Created Woman’

You know exactly what I mean; your behaviour borders on the obscene

But you were still my girlfriend
My one and only until the end
The last time that I checked

Or, are you telling me, in your own way,
Is this how you say that you’re desperate to be single again?
Well, yeah, but until then…

You were still my girlfriend
My one and only until the end
The last time that I checked

You were still my girlfriend
And I just can’t comprehend
Is self-control too much to expect?