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Polygram Records
Polygram Records
Video Shoot for "What a Friday Night is For" 1992
Jerry Reed and session players in Muscle Shoals, AL 1982 "She got the goalmine I got the Shaft."
Kenny Wayne Shepherd
Artwork for my CD
Screen Gems Publishing Days
Polygram
Kalmansen & Kalmansen, Los Angeles, CA My Agents in 1993
One of my dear friends, Red Lane - co -writer
Outdoor concert with Jim Horn, Paul Worley, John Jarvis, Eddie Bayers, Michael Rhodes for Al Gore in Nashville, TN
Jana King and Donna Rhodes, Friends and great singers
1985 CBS in Honolulu with Rosanne Cash, Rodney Crowell, Vence Melamed, Vince Gill - the year of Michael Jackson's "Thriller."
15 years recording with L-R, Ron Chancey, Cindy Richardson-Walker and Ava Aldredge
15 years of my life spent at Woodland Sound studios
Performing at Nascar's Talledega
One of my head shots from my acting days in Los Angeles, CA
Big Daddy in his office (Ron Chancey)
Paul Worley, my ex and producer
Filming the video for "What a Friday Night is For."
Carabou Recording Studio in Boulder Colorado with Paul
I think I was about 21 at the Soundshop
I sang on Jonny Lang's "I Wander this World" - number one
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All Aboard
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Think and think until you drop
Know you try and then you stop
Take the tears and drown the soul
Let the spirit in
Better to have loved and lost
Whose the wiser what’s the cost
Shakespeare still alive and well
In this day and time
Hearts they break in record time
Then we spill the words they rhyme
None of us can figure out
How to make it work
Barely though we make it out
Alive is all we have and doubt
When the trust, it will return
I just don’t really know.
Think of crossing to the side
Where the women sulk and hide
Maybe we can lick the wounds
Protect us from the men
They don’t know the damage done
Like the uv rays of sun
Burning way into the skin
Diagnosis: we will die
God, I weep for better days
Love for him and better ways
I have got so much to give
But all they do is take
Help me just to trust again
Even from a trusted friend
I can evil see the part
Where it takes me down
So I write and write and write
Just to last another night
And I wonder will I heal
Will I understand?
All I want is to be loved
And to have the chance TO love
And it seems that I will not
Come into that path
So, I brush it off again
Pieces of my soul I mend
Wait there for another day
When chances, they appear
Forgive me though the naiveté
Nothing else much I can say
I must have the full disclosure
To defend my rights
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The Hen House
You to him and back again
Call me though that we were friends
Lie but though you said it not
She was home and waiting
Had I not but spoken up
Would you not have offered?
Slipped around the truth you know
Wore deceit the liars robe?
Cloaked inside your painted view
Like I couldn’t see
Spin the terms so that it seems
Everything a hazy dream
Find a way to rationalize
Stare away from honest eyes
Take and take until it’s gone
Knowing that I wasn’t strong
Sneaked in like the chickens fox
Hunting for the eggs
Smooth you were and had it not
Been for curiosity’s lot
I would still be none the wiser
Men they sit with their Budweiser
Bragging of the captured prey
For them it’s just another day
But the hearts they take and break
Never do they mend
But for me escape was quick
And it was a simple kick
I will brush it off and learn
Then, I’ll try again….my friend?
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The Broom (winner Poetry.Com, top 100 2007) Published
My mind is tired to know from you
and yet the sleep can nothing do
for I the rave to cover tears
and yet my soul has gone
and though you hear me ache and cry
the nothing done the hurt is why
and I so tire of hearing words
pretending I no longer hurt
the shell I take and call it home
but weary I can't take alone
for days I wait and someone asks
but then it too much like a task
is turned away for bitter salt
and my own tears they then assault
and weep and drown the part of my
blood ...
soaked ...
memories.....
they sop you up so un-unique
the broom that took me off my feet
is tethered to the girl to girl
the same old charm that spins the whirl
and all the while the drowning hearts
are left unsaved and torn apart
but she the circle comes to you and
you shall be unturned, returned...
my gift to you the past
...jessica boucher 4/05/2007
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Poetry:
I Miss Your Lips
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I try so hard
to forget you
but it just doesn't work
the words I've said
weren't just words
they were my heart
and if I could
I'd let you go and again
I would start
to heal, to move on
but moving on...you're in the way
the loving you part.....
you and I, we are unfinished business
and I like the way that sounds
you got me through the worst of it
and I love the way you move
your voice, who you are
why can't I forget?
because deep in my soul
I love you..and the night I looked at you
and said the words, they were true
and God, I want to be with you so much
it hurts me...so deep inside.
I love you and the words are just words
but my heart belongs to you
I miss your lips, I miss the you of you
for you are the heart of me....
the night is nothing without you..
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Jessica Boucher May 19, 2007 Copyright 2007, The-Web-Designer.Com, LLC
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The Lilly Pad
Jump I though from place to spot
My limbs are tired and for you not
They hold the no they weigh the yes
There lies within the stone…
And if it large enough to crush
The wave of you would dry
And mine is but the scattered fear
And nothing goes denied
Then you the wake to all you get
That brought it on yourself
The lies you hold have grown within
Like poison on a shelf
But there shall be peace none for you
Unless you touch the ground and
Knees they wait to touch the God
That never you have found
For in his heart he holds the place
That you would never go
And so you are the devils child until
You let him go…
And I for long the love no more will carry to my grave
And thank you not for loving me
Twas nothing there to save.
Jessica Boucher
April 06, 2007 Copyright 2007The-Web-Designer.Com, LLC