Ready For Anything

by Marjorie Halloran

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1.
I have this headache, it came on yesterday I think I'll check my symptoms on the Internet I think I probably have cancer in my brain Or, even more likely, I'm going clinically insane It's a good thing I have the hospital's number on speed dial It's a good thing I worry so much I have this feeling that no one likes me I think my friends talk about me behind my back I think I probably don't have any friends at all I bet they don't like me because I am too tall It's a good thing I'm an introvert anyway It's a good thing I worry so much I flew on this airplane all the way to Europe The flight was uncomfortable, there was lots of turbulence I think I have a magic power in my mind The more I worry, the better the plane flies It's a good thing I kept that plane in the air It's a good thing I worry so much I have this thing called an anxiety disorder I think I got it sometime when I was young I do lots of research so I'm always prepared So if there's an emergency, I won't be scared It's a good thing I am ready for anything It's a good thing I worry so much It's a good thing I worry so much!
2.
You bought the wrong ticket, you missed the last train You once saw a bus stop, but it's lost in the rain As you stand on the corner of confused and alone Excuse moi, s'il vous plaît, je veux rentrer á la maison, And you go round and round in circles, and try to follow your feet. You try to speak the language, but everyone you meet doesn't understand, doesn't comprehend, Je veux parler anglais. Pouvez-vous maider? Je suis perdu. And you've made no progress, you've gone nowhere, You're a vagabond ghost, no one sees you at all, And all you're trying to do now is make peace with Montréal Its cloudy and windy, no one on the street, A thin denim jacket provides insufficient heat. You don't know where you're going and you don't know where you've been, Ou est le boulevard Saint Laurent? And you've made no progress, you've gone nowhere, You're a vagabond ghost, no one sees you at all, And all you're trying to do now is make peace with Montréal Your patience is short, but the buildings are tall. The faster you skate, the harder you fall. Stroke and glide, it's not raining inside... The only solution is try to find cheer. Discover some culture as long as you're here. Sweet home California is waiting for you, But for now, just relax, and enjoy the view Of Montréal
3.
Not Mine 04:39
I come in, 8am, Cheerios and milk again Pack the bag, don’t forget, why aren’t you dressed yet? Put your toys away, we’ve lots to do today Ballet shoes, violin, sunblock to protect your skin Spanish class, swimming too, activity is good for you Hurry up, don’t be late, gotta get to that playdate Take a breath, count to 10, tomorrow do it all again I’m just a chauffeur, just a gofer, running here and there and everywhere This job has a level of stress to which none can compare I work so hard and invest all this time And at the end of the day, they’re not mine They’re not mine 12 o’clock, PBJ, same thing you have every day Yell and cry, moan and whine, you must be hungry sometime Broccoli is good, please just eat some food Naptime now, afternoon, I really hope you’re tired soon Piles of dishes in the sink, I’m so sick of the color pink Chill out now, stop that fight, it’s not okay to hit or bite This means a time out for you, and maybe I can take one too I’m just a chauffeur, just a gofer, running here and there and everywhere This job has a level of stress to which none can compare I work so hard and invest all this time And at the end of the day, they’re not mine They’re not mine It wouldn’t be fair of me to say I’d have it any other way It’s a sacrifice, true, but I love what I do Running on empty, mood is low, I try so hard not to let it show Back is sore, eyes are red, I wish that I could call in dead Hugs and kisses, jokes and fun, come on, let’s play in the sun These tender souls look up to me and they bring out the best in me I’m just a chauffeur, just a gofer, running here and there and everywhere This job has a level of joy to which none can compare I work so hard and invest all this time And at the end of the day, they’re not mine They’re not mine
4.
Sitting alone in the corner of the room, watching the others pass by, They move to the rhythm with grace and precision, she watches with tear-filled eyes, They think they're cool, but she knows they're fools, if she decides to give it a try, The room spins and spins, everything's a blur, Everybody loves to dance, except for her. When she was younger, she sometimes would wonder what it was like to grow up, To feel satisfaction that comes with attraction, the "good things" they always speak of. To her amazement, she found that her days spent mooning over some Hollywood star Could never predict what would occur, Everybody loves to dance, except for her. All these terrible bands, sticky floors, sweaty hands, and the music that's much too loud, One friend is good, two if you're in the mood, but anything more is a crowd. It's not like she planned it, to be so demanding, her business is only her own. All the kids do it, so what's the harm to it? Everybody loves to dance, except for her. "Look at what you're miss-ing!" They shout, "You'll never get anywhere 'til you figure it out." Despite her insistence night and day, no one believes that she's honestly okay this way. The years pass by, and she heaves a heavy sigh, and marvels how everything's changed. She remarks with amusement (though there's been improvement), she still feels so strange. By now, she's used to the things she must do so nobody'd ever complain, She'll always feel odd behind her façade. Everybody loves to dance, except for her.
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Sweet Dreams 05:43
Lying in the bedroom, I'm the only one awake, Boy, you know I have my routine, Trying to be patient and wait my turn, Hoping you'll give me what I need Sweet dreams, time to say goodnight, I shouldn't love it, ooh, but I crave it, Sweet dreams, turn out the light And I fill my head with thoughts of you You can be my hobby, let me be yours too It won't mean anything at all Let them think what they want, I'll be your dirty little secret You can be the one I call to say Sweet dreams, time to say goodnight, I shouldn't love it, ooh, but I crave it, Sweet dreams, turn out the light And I fill my head with thoughts of you Ooh, you wrap your arm around me, I bite the lip you want to kiss, And just between you and me baby: I'm addicted to this, But I can't help thinking what happens when I close my eyes? Sweet dreams, time to say goodnight, I shouldn't love it, ooh, but I crave it, Sweet dreams, turn out the light And I fill my head with thoughts of you Fill my head with thoughts of you
6.
You don't know I've been up all night waiting patiently for you to come home, You don't know I've been watching the window, obsessively checking my phone, You don't know that I saw your plan, the event on the calendar called "mystery" You don't know that I saw your e-mail, next time clear your browser history! Boy, you're playing a dangerous game, The way that you smirk, the way that you speak her name. You smell like peaches and there's a purple stain on your shirt, And it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. Your story's a lie and your alibi's thin, Well baby, I wrote the book, I know the rules of this dangerous, dangerous game... And I'm gonna win! You don't know I've known her for years, we were best friends in junior high, You don't know that I've had some questions, and carefully caught her reply, You don't know that I drove your car, I noticed your map and your recent trips, You don't know that I have my secrets, If you're not nice, one may slip... Boy, you're playing a dangerous game, The way that you smirk, the way that you speak her name. You smell like peaches and there's a purple stain on your shirt, And it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. Your story's a lie and your alibi's thin, Well baby, I wrote the book, I know the rules of this dangerous, dangerous game... And I'm gonna win! Well I know there's another woman out there, I can picture you caressing her, running your hands through her hair. I know where you're going and I know where you've been, And it's finally time for the real fun to begin! You should know by now that it's too late, when you're lying there on the ground, Nothing personal but I just hate keeping untrustworthy people around, You should know that you failed completely, you had your chance and you blew it, hard. I called your girlfriend, she'll be over quickly to escort you into the backyard. Boy, you're playing a dangerous game, I warned you, time and time again, I didn't expect that you would shatter my heart, But we both agreed "til death do us part" Your body is cold and you've paid for your sin, Well baby, I told you so, I know the rules of this dangerous, dangerous game... And I'm gonna win!
7.
I wake up every morning and I hit my head on the ceiling right above my lofted bed, I jump into the shower and I shouldn't care, but it seems that once again I cannot wash my hair, I'm walking to the bus stop and I have to look out because the stop signs are everywhere, A few too many hits to the head as a teen, but the scars are underneath my hair, But it's okay, It happens every day, So please ignore me, and walk right on by, Please, you really don't need to comment at all, Please respect me, and give me some space, And please don't ask me if I play basketball! "Cause I don't, not at all! I'm going through the lunch line, at the buffet, but I can't reach the food, the sneeze shield's in my way, I'm looking for a table, maybe I'll sit here, but first I bash my head on the chandelier, Riding home on the subway and I want to sit down, but my legs will take up two seats, It's probably the reason why I get so many stares, from every single person I meet, It's no big deal, they don't know how I feel, So please ignore me, and walk right on by, Please, you really don't need to comment at all, Please respect me, and give me some space, And please don't ask me if I play basketball! It's the card I I've been dealt, and I've been dealing with it since, Since nineteen eighty five, it's been the path of most resistance, You people look at me like I'm a freak in a circus show, And you have to tell me that I'm tall, 'cause I sure as hell don't already know! The cocktail party's coming and I want a new dress, so I go down to the local store, I try on everything and the room is a mess, guess I'll be rockin' tea length like it's nineteen ninety four, I'll be girly and wear makeup and I'll get some new shoes, to feel like Cinderella at the ball, But the salesperson says the same thing every freaking time, even the mens' sizes are too small, I'm so over it, This is such bull! So please ignore me, and walk right on by, Please, you really don't need to comment at all, Please respect me, and give me some space, And please don't ask me if I play basketball! 'Cause I don't! Not at all, I know you think I do 'cause I'm tall, Well guess what, it turns out There is absolutely no correlation Between height and athletic ability It takes skills, like coordination and talent and agility None of which I possess, so would you please just leave me alone? Seriously, Please don't ask me if I play basketball!
8.
"Take a chill pill," that's what they say, Close your eyes, swallow it down, A sip of water will make it okay, Hold your breath, swallow it down, Swallow your pain, swallow your fears, Swallow your laughter, swallow your tears, Keep it hidden away so nobody knows, What would they say? Don't let it show, Just swallow it down If it's not working, they'll give you some more, Don't get upset, just swallow it down, Throw the empty bottles onto the floor, It's time for your cocktail, swallow it down, Submerge yourself when you swallow it down, Keep to the middle so you don't drown, The answer to life is hidden away In a little pink tablet twice a day, So swallow it down It doesn't matter if you wake up wishing you just want it all to stop, However you feel, ecstatic or blue, there's a solution for people like you. Need a reaction? Just fake a smile, Swallow it down and in a little while The bad times are muted, good ones too, Neutral expression, don't let it get to you. You're trapped inside within your own mind, Swallow it down to help you unwind, The sooner the better, don't let them see The person you're trying hard not to be, You keep wondering, when will it end? When can you stop playing pretend? A chemical slave, hope no one can tell, You're suffering through your own personal hell, So swallow it down Swallow it down Swal-low it down
9.
Fleeting moments born before your eyes begin clear, then turn opaque Like frozen bubbles on a February night, they collapse, shatter, and break Hold on to these moments before they're gone, They may never pass by again Sometimes the best parts of life Feel like they're over before they begin Feel like they're over before they begin A boy and a girl, friendship like fire that blazes for a short while Together kindred spirits immediately, but separated by miles Hold on to these moments before they're gone, They may never pass by again Sometimes the best parts of life Feel like they're over before they begin Feel like they're over before they begin Flirting with disaster and living in the past can be tempting Head and heart don't agree, trying to break free Cute and awkward combining Stay up 'til five A-M, watch the bubbles break, and pack up all of your things The road home can be littered with consequence, so love each journey it brings Hold on to these moments before they're gone, They may never pass by again Sometimes the best parts of life Feel like they're over before they begin Feel like they're over before they begin
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A little gust of wind, when you're standing on the precipice A little gust of wind can push you into the abyss A little extra salt to pour onto your sandwich A little extra salt to rub into the wound Keep your chin up, boy I know it hurts, and it'll hurt for a while Life is hard, and the best you can do is sometimes just keep holding on 'Til the wind subsides They'll kick you when you're down, knock the wind right out of you They'll kick you when you're down and they'll take your wallet and run The bad things come in threes, and fours, and fives, and sixes The bad things come in droves and they'll try to steal your soul Keep your chin up, boy I know it hurts, and it'll hurt for a while Life is hard, and the best you can do is sometimes just keep holding on 'Til the wind subsides Look into my eyes and see the light I'll be a guiding star so you don't have to lose your way Take my hand and hold on tight I'll be an anchor to keep you from blowing away It's gonna be okay, maybe not tomorrow But there will be a day when this too shall pass Keep your chin up, boy I know it hurts, and it'll hurt for a while Life is hard, and the best you can do is sometimes just keep holding on Keep your chin up, boy I know it hurts, and it'll hurt for a while Life is hard, and the best you can do is sometimes just keep holding on 'Til the wind subsides
11.
The Meadow 04:48
I'm standing watch while my friend's all alone in the meadow Don't come this way, there is nothing to see in the meadow It's been a long week, we're all carrying steam That we need to blow off, if you know what I mean It's not what it seems, but it's exactly what it seems in the meadow In the meadow I feel kind of bad but it's not like I'd help in the meadow He's got to work this thing out by himself in the meadow This purple-haired girl got him bothered and hot Lucky for me that I'm out of earshot But I can make sure that he doesn't get caught in the meadow In the meadow Why isn't he done yet? What's taking so long? I'm just watching the shooting stars go by This is boring Wait! I think I hear rustling Here he comes, zipping up his fly The insects destroyed him, he's covered with welts in the meadow He still gives a smile as he buckles his belt in the meadow To be perfectly clear I'm not sure how I feel It's nice to be certain our friendship is real But I can't help but think I was the second wheel in the meadow In the meadow In the meadow In the meadow
12.
Another You 04:57
I had the dream again You know, the one I always have Where you come running back to me, Saying “take me back, pretty please” And I know I shouldn’t, but I always do It always ends the same: I wake up, and realize what’s real That we haven’t talked in years And my eyes are still full of tears ‘Cause I know I’ll never find another you Another you, another you I know I’ll never find another you You always ask forgiveness of me I should just walk away Let my silence cause you pain Like the way you treated me the same And be always and forever done with you But then I stop to think, “what if?” Maybe this time you’ve changed Maybe we could still be friends Maybe it didn’t have to end ‘Cause I know I’ll never find another you Another you, another you I know I’ll never find another you The friendship that we made You then betrayed and it all fell through I know I miss you, I know I hate you But most of all, I hate that I miss you Don’t know why things fell apart, I don’t know why you broke my heart But I know I’ll never find another you I want to key your car Alas, but it’s against the law So I’ll do the next best thing And I’ll slander you when I sing And let everyone know who you really are: A coward and a dick Too scared to tell the truth You just make me want to scream So go ahead and take your sorry dream And I’m glad I’ll never find another you Another you, another you I know I’ll never find another you Another you, another you I’m glad I’ll never find another you
13.
A little gust of wind, when you're standing on the precipice A little gust of wind can push you into the abyss A little extra salt to pour onto your sandwich A little extra salt to rub into the wound Keep your chin up, boy I know it hurts, and it'll hurt for a while Life is hard, and the best you can do is sometimes just keep holding on 'Til the wind subsides They'll kick you when you're down, knock the wind right out of you They'll kick you when you're down and they'll take your wallet and run The bad things come in threes, and fours, and fives, and sixes The bad things come in droves and they'll try to steal your soul Keep your chin up, boy I know it hurts, and it'll hurt for a while Life is hard, and the best you can do is sometimes just keep holding on 'Til the wind subsides Look into my eyes and see the light I'll be a guiding star so you don't have to lose your way Take my hand and hold on tight I'll be an anchor to keep you from blowing away It's gonna be okay, maybe not tomorrow But there will be a day when this too shall pass Keep your chin up, boy I know it hurts, and it'll hurt for a while Life is hard, and the best you can do is sometimes just keep holding on 'Til the wind subsides

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Halloran's debut album introduces her personality through a mix of quirky, ironic, serious-- and even choral!-- songs that will make you laugh, cry, groan, sing along, and possibly even set out to extract revenge on those who have betrayed you.

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released August 3, 2015

Marjorie Halloran:
vocals~bass~piano/keyboards~flute~dulcimer~viola~theremin~tap dancing/podorhythmie

Thomas Avery:
piano~guitar~bass~drums

Don DiNicola:
guitar~bass~ukulele

Michael Garrett Steele:
vocals

Jean Gay:
cello

Steven Moore:
clarinet

Additional vocals:
Eliza Crowe
Jay Crowe
Caroline Rose
Lucia Rose

Production/mixing/mastering
Marjorie Halloran
Don DiNicola
Thomas Avery

©2015 Marjorie Halloran Music (ASCAP)

All music and lyrics by Marjorie Halloran, except "The Meadow" ©2014 by Marjorie Halloran and M. Garrett Steele

Photography by NMC Images
Cover/graphic design by Dilvahn Designs

www.marjoriehalloran.com
facebook.com/marjoriehalloran

So much gratitude to all the lovely people who helped make this happen! Thank you to Don, Mike, Jonathan, and the rest of the faculty at VCFA who taught me (almost!) everything I know. Thank you to my wonderful husband Steven, whose unending support and love kept me going, even when I was convinced I would never finish those !@#%ing demos on time, and who has been my biggest fan ever since the moment we met. <3 E> Thank you to my composer-in-crime Garrett, without whom I would not understand the True Power Of Friendship or why 5am is the best time to write lyrics. Thank you to my fellow VCFA students whom I adore, and will always remember fondly whenever I eat Cabot cheddar after a concert. Thank you to Rachel and Nicole, whose artistic abilities made me look good and my album look even better. Thank you to all the friends I’ve made along the way at HHS, LAUMC, UCD, SJSU, and WCC: you all have helped me be a better musician, and a better person. Thank you to Caroline, Lucia, Eliza, and Jay; I love you guys :D Thank you to my first and best supporter, grama Ruth (I miss you!), my sister Julia, and the rest of my wonderful family... and most importantly of all: thank you from the bottom of my heart to Sylvia and Mike, a.k.a. Mom and Dad, for sticking me on a piano bench as an infant and teaching me the unquestionable knowledge that music would be a part of me forever. I love you all. Vielen, vielen Dank! ~MH

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Marjorie Halloran Austin, Texas

Marjorie Halloran is a San Francisco Bay Area-based composer, singer, and songwriter.

She is the co-founder of the chorus at the Vermont College of Fine Arts in Montpelier, VT, where she received her MFA in composition with an emphasis in songwriting.
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