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He had me thinking things… I shouldn’t!
She made mistakes in the past, and paid dearly for them. She promised herself she would turn her life around and be good. It was now or never.
Things were going along smoothly until she went to that party. It was pretty late and she should have gone home…. when HE walked in….
Thinking Things I Shouldn’t
Tricia Dovidio (c) 2008
Danger, after midnight at the party
When he walked in the door
Stranger, dressed in black, once our eyes met
I knew I wanted more
He had me thinking things I shouldn’t
Making plans I swore I wouldn’t
Mystery called my name, and I answered
Like I had no choice
Destiny feels the same as my passion
When I hear his voice
He had me thinking things I shouldn’t
Making plans I swore I wouldn’t
Secrets in my mind, I could tell him
Without saying a word
Weakness, made me blind to the warning
How I might get hurt
He had me thinking things I shouldn’t
Making plans I swore I wouldn’t
Oh, but being bad was looking good
I never thought I would, but
Bad never looked so good
Danger, after midnight at the party
When he walked in the door
Stranger, dressed in black, once our eyes met
I knew I wanted more
He had me thinking things I shouldn’t
Making plans I swore I wouldn’t
Oh, he had me thinking things I shouldn’t
oh, making plans
Oh oh
Vocals, Lyrics, Melody- Tricia Dovidio
Music- George Williams
Guitars- George Williams
Bass/drums- Andy Gupta
Sick of Me- the inspiration
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The classic tale of boy chases girl, boy catches girl, boy gets to know girl, and boy runs far away from girl.
It all started when Theresa was 14 years old. She met Mario through a mutual acquaintance at school
It appeared that they would make a great couple. Both were of Italian descent. He was 2 inches taller than her and they both had wavy brown hair and brown eyes.
In the beginning they would talk on the phone for hours each night. They talked about everything and nothing, but it was awesome. They looked forward to their first real date the coming weekend.
They met for a bite to eat and a walk in the moonlight. Then they talked more while riding around in the car, and soon it was time to say goodnight.
Theresa waited for the late night phone call, but it didn’t come. Mario called less frequently during the following week, and the conversations were shorter and less meaningful. They set a time to hang out again the following Friday.
Theresa was hoping for another nice evening, but Mario never showed up.
Theresa was crushed. Not having much experience with relationships, or boys for that matter, Theresa was insecure.
She assumed she had to be the reason that Mario slipped away.
This song is written in Theresa’s perspective.
Sick of Me
Tricia Dovidio (c)2009
Oh man
now I’ve done it
I think I scared you away
sometimes I can over-do it
with the things I say
‘got an empty feeling
in my stomach
since the other day
it was good but now you’re gone
there’s no one but me to blame
you’re sick of me
you’re done with me
you’re after someone new
you’re over me
it’s no surprise
‘cos I’m sick of me too
Oh great
my personality
comes on a little strong
big fun at first, but soon too much
and everything goes wrong
got a funny feeling in my stomach
since the other day
it was good, but
now’ you’re gone
no one but me to blame
you’re sick of me
done with me
you’re after someone new
you’re over me
and it’s no surprise
I’m sick of me too
bridge:
why don’t I know when
enough should be enough?
why can’t I contain myself
and my addiction to love?
okay
I’ll try to learn from this
just like the other times
I’ll take a break,and catch my breath
until a cutie makes me lose my mind!
you’re sick of me
you’re done with me
you’re after someone new
you’re over me
and it’s no surprise
I’m sick of me too
I’m sick of me too!
Story and Visual for Prison of my Dreams
The Prison of my Dreams
This is A story of an ordinary, middle aged , married man. Slightly weathered and worn, he was going through motions of his somewhat mundane life when….
A beautiful and untouchable girl that he once knew showed up in a dream. She suddenly wanted him and would have him, which puzzled him so because in the past, she only used him, semi regularly for her own selfish purpose. She made it clear he was not good enough for anything more.
She would now come to him in dreams- loving him and wanting him, he could not resist her, even though his conscience was in turmoil. He could not help what happened every night in his dreams. She was too powerful. He didn’t want to be judged harshly, for his dreams became a terrible, wonderful prison.