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For the Love of It

by Connie Acher

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1.
Oh My My 05:35
Oh my my, happy to be alive I'm so happy, since you arrived Oh my my, happy to be alive Even the bad times are better, since you've been mine Yes I know our love's true, true You encourage me to do what I want to do You believe in me, and I believe in you Yes I know our love is true, true We trudge along our muddy path You intoxicate me even more than in the past I'm never lonely, joyful thanks to you Yes I know our love is true, true Oh my my, happy to be alive I'm so happy since you arrived Oh my my, happy to alive Even the bad times are better, since you've been mine
2.
Happy Harlem 04:29
I've got nothing to complain about I'm happy, happy Windows open, letting in the sun Fourth floor, East Harlem I can hear the music Of the ice cream man "Pop Goes the Weasel" Over and over again We got ourselves a railroad apartment Owned by this Italian Who grew up in the neighborhood Made some money and moved to Long Island He is very happy now The community is changing Young Urban Professionals Will be moving in and renovating There are those people Who want to live downtown But the average couple can't afford to live In a studio apartment in the East Village Our dog is happy stalking stray cats When we're walking amongst the burned out flats Empty lots, litter, dog shit and chewing gum On the sidewalks of East Harlem At night, out come the water bugs And those things with a hundred legs Crawling across the bathroom tub, who cares, right? I'm sleeping anyway I've got nothing to complain about I'm happy, happy Windows open, letting in the sun Fourth floor, East Harlem There are teenagers Loafing around on the street Car radios blasting A bass-y beat I've got nothing to complain about I'm happy, happy Windows open, letting in the sun Fourth floor, East Harlem I see signs all over For places to rent Some in the nice brownstones But most in the tenements
3.
Old ladies in a silver Mercedes, flying down Fashion Avenue Passenger lady powders her nose, thinking about her youth And in her compact mirror gives yet another inspection Of her latest botox injection When I grow up I'd like to get electrolysis and some collagen lips Wear a bikini and have big breasts Golden Success It's business baby, I want to be impressed In what part of town do you live? Have you ever been married or do you have any kids? Lets see those references on your resume Are you putting the maximum amount in your 401k? Getting to know you My NYC yuppie, my profitable partner My pedigree puppy, my financial hero My executive hubby A waitress dreaming that she is an actress A bartender, but really he's an artist A union carpenter at night is a guitarist Getting to know you My NYC beatnik My service industry romantic My Prozac candidate Old ladies in a silver Mercedes In what part of town do you live?
4.
5.
You're my art school lover And I'll never find another like you I don't know what I'm going to do And I hope that you choose me over him But my chances look grim I'm attractive, even though I'm not as slim as I used to be But honestly, girl you drive me crazy You make me feel unlazy, unhuh, unhuh, oh yeah You inspire me, you desire me, you light up my soul Girl, meeting you was the luckiest of the lucky dice rolls I want to hang out with you all the time, and I don't care where we go You can come stay at my house for a million nights in a row Because girl, you drive me crazy, you make me feel unlazy When I'm around you my mind gets a little hazy The circumstances of our relationship are a little shady unhuh, unhuh, whoah yeah I love you, I hate you, want to date you, mate with you Stop the insanity, elope in Las Vegas and start a family Sometimes you make me feel mentally unfit Other times you make me feel so good And then you make me feel like shit You make me sick to my stomach, and you give me a heart attack I'm gonna walk out this door, right here baby And I ain't even going to bother to pack Because girl you drive me crazy You make me want to get drunk daily Your bullshits beginning not to phase me But something in those big brown eyes amazes me Maybe I'll go buy you some champagne and daisies unhuh, unhuh, oh yeah, unhuh, oh yeah You're my art school lover And I'll never find another like you
6.
He rises lovey, dovey and sweet he falls High, mighty and bleak leaping frogs Diamonds and you ruined my life ever lasting love Smiling at old and the worst mistake I ever made On Fifth Avenue, I went to Tiffany's Picked up a brochure of diamond rings I brought it home, we drew pictures of our fantasy engagement ring Then that night, leaping frogs, something changed The brochure was gone, torn apart on the floor No more future anymore He rises lovey, dovey and sweet he falls High, mighty and bleak leaping frogs Diamonds and you ruined my life ever lasting love Smiling at old and the worst mistake I ever made De do de do, de do de do and sweet he falls De do de do, de do de do my life ever lasting love De do de do, de do de do and bleak leaping frogs De do de do, de do de do the worst mistake I ever made
7.
Any Age 06:31
Oh baby, baby oh baby, baby Oh baby, baby, oh baby, baby Oh baby, baby, oh baby, baby Oh baby, baby, I'll give you a goldmine of that chick Bad relationship, slow song, boarder line poppy thing But the real soul of rock and roll, he says Is expressed best by those old blues men Who play guitar and sing I've got something those blues men don't got fancy dance moves and sparkly tight tank top And he says, you've got rhymes that are easy Cliches that are cheesy, that's not what music needs You could take a few lyric writing lessons from Lou Reed Lou, who? I'm crazy for you, oh Lou, it's all brand new, Lou Oh Lou, I'm crazy for you, oh Lou, it's all brand new, Lou I'll keep all of your little girls up at night Dancing in front of the mirror Singing into the flashlight, wishing they were me in the spotlight, oh baby, baby, oh baby, baby I'll keep all of your little girls up at night Dancing in front of the mirror Singing into the flashlight, wishing they were me in the spotlight, oh baby, baby, oh baby, baby I'll give you waves of controversy They'll ban my video and peak your curiosity Word gets out, lots of free publicity He asks, why can't you make the news by being timeless and true No shock, trash, hype, less about you And I say, I've been around now for a couple of decades Sporting platinum blond, long, short, curly, brown, black and braids Air brushed on every magazine cover, I could be any age Any age, any age, any age I'll keep all of your little girls up at night Dancing in front of the mirror Singing into the flashlight, wishing they were me in the spotlight, oh baby, baby, oh baby, baby I'll keep all of your little girls up at night Dancing in front of the mirror Singing into the flashlight

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a mountain of melodie and shimmering strings makes a ghostly trail under sweet vocal clouds with percussion eruption and hot vapor guitar

Edition of 200 vinyl LPs and 500 CDs released by Flipped Out Records of Albany, NY

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released January 1, 2002

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Connie Acher New York, New York

A New York City visual artist, Melodie Provenzano conceived of "Connie Acher" in 1996, while obsessively creating outsider folk pop on her four track late at night. Propelled by the tribulations of love and being alive, "Acher" stands for "one who aches" and "Connie" represents the pseudonymous character of her musical voice. ... more

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