DK IBOMEKA "LOVE STORIES" Someone to Love Me (Ibomeka/Neale) Effortless and unrehearsed We drop to the sofa first We unfold then intertwine I was born to make you mine If I fall - I fall into you If I run - I run into you Through the blind our shadows striped Bleeding rays of city lights Every breath so synchronized Every moment stars align If I drown - I drown in your sea If I crash and burn - Then explode with me Cause I wanted somebody to love me How I needed somebody to love me I’m so glad I found someone to love me And it’s you... Afterglow your flesh is hot Never let this evening stop Time is blurred by each caress Of all my dreams you the best If I fall - I fall into you If I run - I run into you Cause I wanted somebody to love me How I needed somebody to love me I’m so glad I found someone to love me And it's you... © 2006 2029769 Ontario Inc. DBA Wychwood Park Productions(SOCAN)/Megawatt Studios Publishing(SOCAN) Interview (Ibomeka/Neale) I came early because of the snow Sat myself so I could see the door Saw you enter, peeped your style Analyzed your gait and I graded your smile Gentle hand shake - Ooo-- what’s this? Give an extra point For a little kiss Order drinks and then it begins Ooo --You just don’t know what it is you stepped in… Don’t be confused I don’t like to do first dates, I do job interviews I’m looking for troubling traits, crazy clues And a few fatal flaws Means that I never have to call you because Why oh why do we insist on playing games like we’re prepared to try? Meanwhile I sit and wonder why But of course, by the very first course We’re done, married, broke up and divorced Thank you. Don’t call us we’ll call you. Do you drink? Do you smoke? You say you don’t do drugs but does that mean you don’t toke? Are you a neat freak? Are you a slob? How are you getting on with your folks? Do you like your job? You say you make money? Yeah I bet But will you hesitate and wait when the waiter brings the cheque And I never do let on when the evening’s going dreadfully wrong. Don’t be confused You know this ain’t no first date, It’s like an interview. I’m looking for troubling traits, crazy clues But a few fatal flaws Means that I never have to call you because Why oh why do we persist on playing games like we’re prepared to try? Meanwhile I sit and wonder why But of course, by the very first course We’ve done married, broke up and divorced Thank you. Don’t call us we’ll call you. I’ve been hurt too often, so answer or refuse But I’ve got fifty questions ‘cause these days twenty just won’t do Won’t get screwed Not gonna to waste my time on dates, this is an interview I’m looking for troubling traits, crazy clues Fatal flaws That means I won’t have to waste my time because Why oh why do we play this charade like we’re prepared to try? Meanwhile I sit and let love die But of course, by the very first course We’re done, married, broke up and divorced Thank you. Don’t call us we’ll call you. © 2006 2029769 Ontario Inc. DBA Wychwood Park Productions (SOCAN)/ Megawatt Studios Publishing (SOCAN) I’ll Be Anybody (Ibomeka/Neale/Kroeker) It was shortly after dinner On no particular day You were cleaning up the dishes I was folding TV trays Your fingers stroked my arm In a soft suggestive way Since we don’t have any plans I thought maybe we could play… Scenario 1: We’re both outlaws on the run. And we’re both in disguise. You’re Bonnie, I am Clyde. Scenario 2: I’m on the volunteer firemen crew. Looks like you’re on fire baby, but I know what to do. Scenario 3: We’re both lost at sea in a sweaty diving bell. That suits us both so well. Scenario 4: We’re off on an African shore. And every Nubian dance is all arms all feet and no pants. When I’m with you Anything will do I’ll be anybody And baby, so will you I object your honour, I ain’t done no crime But punish me with your love baby And we can do some time. Scene 119: Those brakes don’t work too good They call me Mr. Goodwrench Let me look under your hood. When I’m with you Anything will do I’ll be anybody And baby, so will you Excuse me Miss Policeman Don’t think me impolite Before you slap those handcuffs on me You best read me my rights Scene 138: I think you’re gonna enjoy. If you give me some discipline Cause I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad boy. When I’m with you Anything will do I’ll be anybody, baby (x3) And baby, so will you © 2006 2029769 Ontario Inc. DBA Wychwood Park Productions (SOCAN)/ Megawatt Studios Publishing (SOCAN) / Brycemoor Music & Joelk Kroeker (SOCAN) Consolation Prize (Ibomeka/Neale) Kinda shocked to see you But it’s cool I guess I thought you got all your things Was there something you left Haven’t you moved on? Let me make it clear You think you’re talkin’ to me But I’m so outta here You’re making me so weary You got me disillusioned I’m like everything That you’re so busy losing All the love we had Had no real foundation The things I used to overlooked I can’t help facing. When you’re gone I’ll miss your sweet caress, your tender kiss, your laugh But that’s only half You hid another, clueless brother on the side And then you lied With your big Gucci bag of alibis I hear he’s already left You wonder why. I’m not your consolation prize. Don’t like the way you live, You’re playin’ so sensitive Telling me I’m different from all the guys who drifted The ones that broke your heart… Don’t you even start! ’Cause you turned getting some on the side into an art. I miss your skin upon me. I miss your every breath. Now it’s dawned upon me-- Can’t trust your tenderness The first night that you saw me, Did you really want happiness? Or just a pawn to play another game of chess? When you’re gone I’ll miss your sweet caress, your tender kiss, your laugh But that’s only half You hid another, clueless brother on the side And then you lied Reached in your big Gucci bag of alibis I hear he’s already left You wonder why. I’m not your consolation prize. No. I won’t open that door. Not anymore. (4x) I could try to fix it My heart’s still open it’s best to take a rest And leave it broken When you’re gone I’ll miss your sweet caress, your tender kiss, your laugh But that’s only half You hid another, clueless brother on the side And then you lied Reached in your big Gucci bag of alibis I hear he’s already left You wonder why. I’m not your consolation prize. © 2006 2029769 Ontario Inc. DBA Wychwood Park Productions (SOCAN)/ Megawatt Studios Publishing (SOCAN) Found Around the Blues (Ibomeka/Craig) Clouds stop in the sky While couples float by Kites come down And I’m found around the blues Dinner for one As the sun goes down I try to hide But I’m found around the blues Sometimes I just don’t know what to do While I sit and wait to be found by you Honeymooning sweet tooths Laugh out loud in the booth But I’m reading the news ‘Cause I’m found around the blues Sometimes I don’t know what to do While I sit and wait to be found by you My circle of friends Blame it on my youth But can’t never really come truth While I’m soul unsound Soul to the ground And I’m found around the blues © 2006 2029769 Ontario Inc. DBA Wychwood Park Productions (SOCAN)/(SOCAN) So Long (It’s Alright) (Ibomeka/Neale/Abedin) I can testify You’ve been getting by With your alibis For a long time and your web of lies Had be pretty tied up Around your finger baby Like a perfect crime But what’s in darkness must come to light You’ve been caught It’s alright, It’s okay Go ahead Go Cause I don’t need your triflin’ ways Pack your things, Hit that road Save those tears Cause they ain’t workin’ no more There comes a time when you done so wrong I just gotta say so long I’ve been torn apart Cause the softer part of me Wants to kiss you And the weaker part Wants to miss you While the smarter part, needs to leave you But the ghetto part keeps talking to me Telling me It’s alright, It’s okay Go ahead Go Cause I don’t need your triflin’ ways Pack your things, Hit that road Save those tears Cause they ain’t workin’ no more There comes a time when you done so wrong I just gotta say so long Use to represent You were heaven sent But you messed around and did not repent You’ve been beggin’ me But I won’t relent Little Miss come and go is now came and went And since my ass be payin’ the rent Hit the cement So Long, It’s okay Go ahead Go Cause I don’t need your triflin’ ways Pack your things, Hit that road Save those tears Cause they ain’t workin’ no more There comes a time when you done so wrong I just gotta say so long © 2006 2029769 Ontario Inc. DBA Wychwood Park Productions (SOCAN)/ Megawatt Studios Publishing (SOCAN) / (SOCAN) One Warm Night (Neale) There was a time in the landscape of my soul It was all ice and snow I threw away the sunshine of my heart When I let my baby go Now no matter what I do I can’t shake the cold If I’m gonna make things right I’m gonna need one warm night One where the moon shines so unreal With the power to make old wounds heal Magic street lights smile from overhead Erasing all the painful words once said Then you turn to me Audrey Hepburn style With only sweet love in your smile On that warm night Cold December and I’m chilled to the bone Like I kinda cursed myself to walk these lonely streets alone Hold my coat close, so the wind can’t bite through What I wouldn’t do, just to be holding on to you What’s a poor boy suppose to do? If I’m gonna make things right, I’m gonna need on warm night One where a cricket plays a soulful serenade And easy breezes recall sweet lovin’ made I like the twilight of June Mixed with the apple blossoms bloomed, To make your broken heart change its tune But I don’t think that’s gonna be to soon I just need one warm night And when she walked away She said “boy this is the end And don’t you even bother tryin’ to start no drama If you’re on the street and see my mama, walk on by, walk on by” You can shut me out your life now darlin’ And when you see me you can cut me down But life’s gotta have its winter Before springtime’s gonna come back around If I’m gonna make things right I’m gonna need one warm night One where the moon shines so unreal With the power to make old wounds heal Magic street lights smile from overhead Erasing all the painful words once said Then you turn to me Hallie Barry style With only sweet love in your smile On that warm night © 2006 Megawatt Studios Publishing (SOCAN) Ain’t No Woman (Neale/Lopata) Baby, I’ve been checking you steadily You and me have been heavenly So what’s with this bad energy You’re sending me Lately, what’s this you’ve been saying Wondering if I’m only playing with you Pay attention, cause I’m gonna set it down for you Sure I could lie, play like I don’t give a damn Why should I let you go with some other man? I ain’t even havin' it That’s just some kind of old tired player bull____ Can’t you see I ain’t losin’ you? Ain’t no higher than a mountain top Ain’t no sweeter than a lollipop Ain’t nobody make me feel more hot Ain’t no woman like the one I got Ain’t more better than the body rock Holdin’ your woman while the old school drops Thinkin’ I’ll love you till the last tick tock Ain’t no woman like the one I got Baby, It’s like we’ve both been half asleep Wide open eyes that didn’t see How truly mad and deep our crazy love can be Maybe, this road's long and lonely Without you as my one and only Mama I can’t be without your drama On account that you’re the sugar in my bowl Sure I could lie, play like I don’t give a damn Why should I let you go with some other man? I know that I’m trippin’ here But I can’t let you disappear On this brother I’m not the kind of man who can’t say sorry Every papa needs a mommy baby I ain’t losing you Ain’t no higher than a mountain top Ain’t no sweeter than a lollipop Ain’t nobody make me feel more hot Ain’t no woman like the one I got Ain’t more better than the body rock Holdin’ your woman while the old school drops Thinkin’ I’ll love you till the last tick tock Ain’t no woman like the one I got © 2006 Megawatt Studios Publishing (SOCAN)/ Beatsnkeys Music (SOCAN) 07.11.08 - Waterloo, Ontario @ Uptown Waterloo Jazz Festival 08.09.08 - Oshawa, Ontario @ Oshawa Jazz and Blues Festival 08.23.08 - New Orleans, LA - USA @ Snug Harbor 01.17.09 - Guelph, Ontraio @ River Run Centre