Can you fall in love on a club dance floor? Rumors can wreck havoc on the heart and should be taken with a grain of funk.

Lyrics:
Jumped onto the floor one night
Dance among the flashing lights
Funk my feet with the people dressed so fine.
Body heat was cookin’, I began to start a-lookin’
At the pretty girl in red who moved divine.

Suddenly she slipped between my legs and took my hand
Stretched me out like a big ‘ole rubber band.
Snap back, tongue inside, a thought just struck me like a knife:
“This must be the demon with the heavens in her eyes!”
They say her lips entice you to go dive in deadly sin
When she grabs you by the thighs it’s either sink or swim!

chorus: Sometimes it’s hard to tell
Vice of heaven or slice of hell
When you’re walkin’ the live wire
Between love and desire…love and desire…Love and Desire!

Tangoed through a few more drinks and limboed out the door.
I had to cringe when I saw my friends laughing on the floor.
I knew they must be jealous, but proceeded to inquire,
Shouldn’t I apply the brakes before I crash the car?!
“I’m a closet romantic,” that’s what I said to her.
“There ain’t no use in foolin’ ’round
When it’s head games I prefer.”
She eyed me disbelieving and cracked a wicked smile.
“OK, let’s play, I’ll spin your stuff like a bottle on the floor….child.”

Across my cherub where she lay, the sunny morn’ poured in
Despite my dizzy head my heart was splitting within.
I didn’t want to let her go, to see her never more
So she left a devil’s calling card her red, red dress on the floor
Get on the floor! Everybody on the floor! Every body FUNK DOWN!

chorus

Words and music by Eric E. Everett ©1990

Oh, college heartbreak… but it gave me something to do in the recording studio!

Lyrics:

My pulse is pumping quickly as I watch the clouds rush by.
All thoughts return to last night as I try to answer why.
Confusion wreaks havoc on my heart,
Delusion has pulled my world apart.
I thought you knew the way I’ve loved you from the start.

Silently our faces touched, the world just disappeared.
Your fingers moving over me extinguished all my fears.
I was alive, you had released what you’d denied
For oh so long, to my dark nights you brought the dawn.
But today you walk away, what has gone wrong?

You tell me what you need so I can’t understand
Why when it comes from me it wasn’t what you had planned.
I’m down on my knees for you to give a chance
To prove that I could be your man.

It hurts to guess so I assumed what your advances meant.
My body drew conclusions since my thoughts were too intense.
I was alive, our tight embrace sent me so high,
But now I’m down, you shy away when I come around.
Was I a fool to hope your love was what I’d found?

Chorus: Stay with me or set me free.

My spirit is held captive by the flame that burns me blue.
I shouldn’t play with fire but my love’s ablaze for you.
Confusion, you toss and turn me in the night,
Delusion, my world can’t turn without your light,
Will you illuminate your answers for my sight?

Chorus

Words and Music by Eric E. Everett ©1988

This song was probably being written in my head as I was playing some cover song in a bar to a random bunch of pool-playing patrons. Many many bar stages since….

Lyrics:

Play something that rhymes with money honey,
Something that makes for good times.
It’d really be nice if it’s funny buddy and the words you sing better rhyme.
Don’t make it a chore, just stick to 4/4,
Pump up the beat till it grinds.
Make it sultry for dancin’ out on the floor with
Sounds that groove with the times.

Chorus:

Take a look at my sharp new hook
You can’t hear it but you’ll catch it from my eyes.
My lines cast out to coax a few good fish
Into believing that our world could use a better state of mind.

Hey-dee-ho baby, well how do you know
What really goes on inside the show?
It’s all who’s got the money and where does it go.
All I know is that it moves too slow!

Upon the bar room stage I’ll sing until I’m grey, playing favorites of the day
And that’s o.k., but I’ve got something more to say that might not fit the pace.

Pause a while to ponder style, is it really ever worth your while
To fit into the latest mold to catch elusive gold?
Survival in the scheme of things means fitting on the spot
Stick to what you mean to sing, don’t lose what you’ve got.

Chorus

Survival in the scheme of things means fitting on the spot
Stick to what you mean to sing, don’t lose what you’ve got!
Don’t lose what you’ve got, don’t you lose it,
Don’t lose what you’ve got!!

Words and Music ©1987 Eric E. Everett