Do Unto Others (Scripture Song) The Good Book says to Do Unto Others And that's the path to Heaven. Well, I believe the Word and if that's the Way, Then that's the way I'm livin'. It's the key to life. It's the way of love. And when I look at you I see That you're just the man I wanna do unto What I'd have you do to me. CHORUS I'm gonna do unto you what I'd have you do to me Kiss you on a starlit night. And take your tender hand in mine And feel my heart take flight. I'm gonna say, “I do” and hold you tight And wash your dishes every night. I'm gonna do unto you what I wanna do What I want you to do to me. VERSE Well, some women just wanna lead you on And play mean games with your head. You never know where you're goin' with a girl like that Until she's left you for dead. But that ain't me, so forget the ride. I'll embrace you in the Golden Rule. It's the straight and narrow, just marry me, baby And we'll be nobody's fool. CHORUS I'm going to do unto you what I'd have you do to me, Kiss you in broad daylight. I wanna be the answer to all your prayers And see you dressed in white. I'm gonna raise your kids and grow old with you. It fills my heart with glee that you're Just the man I wanna do unto what I'd Have you do to me. I'm gonna do unto you what I'd have you do to me, Kiss you on a moonlit night. And take your tender hand in mine And feel my heart take flight. I'm gonna do unto you what I'd have you do to me, Beautiful man, divine. I'm gonna hold you in my lovin' arms And kiss you all the time. I'm gonna do unto you what I'd have you do to me. I'm gonna make you see that I'm That I'm just the gal you wanna do unto What you'd have me do to thee. Ah man! Holly Robbins, 2006

You Be The by Holly Robbins 1990 VERSE You be the bread, I'll be the butter. You be the father, I'll be the mother, oh please. Oh please. You be the salt, I'll be the pepper. Tell you now, honey, I'd wait forever for you. Ooh ooh. CHORUS Not askin' too much of you, I think. Just wanna be by your side. So come on, honey, don't put up a stink And let me be yer bride! VERSE You be the tuna, I'll be the mayo You be the boat and I'll be the sail for you. Ooh ooh. You be the pearl, I'll be the clam. You be the toe and I'll be the toe jam. A-am. CHORUS So sit down your fanny and listen to reason I'll give you a piece of my mind. They's none more smarter nor sweeter nor pleasin'. They's none more of my kind. VERSE You be the picture, I'll be the frame. You be the window I'll be the pain. You be Abbot, I'll be Costello, You be the carrots and I'll be the green jell-o Oh oh. CHORUS Not askin' too much of you I think. Just wanna be by your side. So come on, honey, don't put up a stink. And let me be your bride. VERSE You be the fish, I'll be the sea. You be the bird and I'll be the bee. Eeee eeee. You be the boy, I'll be the girl. Come on, honey, let's give it a whirl. Earl. CHORUS I already told your ma and pa, I set the place and time. If you'll just come along peaceably Then everything will be just fine. You be the bread, I'll be the butter. You be the father, I'll be the mother, oh please. Oh, please. --Holly Robbins

Holly Jolly (Tune: Jolly Ol' St. Nicholas) by Holly Robbins Jolly dear best friend of mine, Lean your ear this way; I want all the world to hear What I'm going to say. Christmas Eve is coming soon And all the whole year through I've waited for this night to say That I'm in love with you. CHORUS What's it gonna be, baby? Will you be my Santa, baby? What's it gonna be, baby? Be the one for me. VERSE I wanna be your Mrs. Santa Claus With you--my dear old man. And this is what I'll bring to you If you tell me that I can: I'll hold you in the rain, dear, We'll fly the frosty sky And with a sleigh ride for a chariot, We'll watch the stars go by. We'll keep a cozy fire burnin' And a house full of little elves. Then send them packin' up to bed And have the cottage to ourselves. CHORUS What's it gonna be, baby? Say you'll be my Santa, baby. What's it gonna be, baby? Say you'll marry me. VERSE Then we'll eat the Christmas cookies, darlin', Put presents beneath the tree. And watch those little eyes light up-- Their gift to you and me. Then I'll kiss you 'neath the mistletoe And here the words I'll say: That livin' with you baby's just like Christmas every day. CHORUS What's it gonna be, baby, Say you'll be my Santa, baby. What's it gonna be, baby, Say that you will be My Santa for me.

To the Vegetables by Holly Robbins O, why to the rose again, my love? Thine ode's as from a parrot. Away with the flowers! Proclaim instead The virtues of a carrot: O charming carrot aglow with sun, Thy flesh of orangey hue, What sprightly green locks upon thy crown Bespangled by the dew. And so-what of lilies when the eggplants bloom In regal robes of wine Like giant purple raindrops falling Drooping from the vine. How laughable the daffodil! Her offer of love's as mud Against tomato's declaration Gushing out like blood. Thou saucy pink tulip, flirtatious and flaunting Thy beauty 'gainst collard greens' life. Thy substance hath naught but the depth of a fling; The latter the love of a wife. O ravish the radish! Bok choy my joy! All hail the emerald kale! Thou turnip slice so crisp, so white As fine the bride's fair veil. Red onion kiss of savory mist, Thou verdant, firm cucumber, Into thy vinegar bath, my loves And there embrace in slumber. Thou leek and cabbage condescend. Potato likewise stoop. And salsify, in unity, Come meet thy death in soup! O spinach terrifich! Zucchini prolifich! Dear beet, thou art truthfully meat! And verily, velery crisp juicy celery, Bright peppers, o yeppers, thou sweet! O baby peas, please! And pumpkin?--no bumpkin. Thou beans, avocados and corn, What gracious delights art thou all to my soul From Mother Earth's generous horn. To rhubarb and shallots and lentils ascribe The quintessential fabric of man; Just so, t'is an honor to be what one eats I think; Therefore I yam. O, lettuce make haste not one morsel to waste! Sing every gardenfruit's ballad! Call each to the ark, that finebounteous plate, Of the bard's summerglorious salad. Nay, do not disparage us for want of asparagus Whose spears defeat hunger by war! Nor begrudge us the parsnip's blithe shield before us Nor artichoke's blade anymore. One cried she'd never see a poem lovely as a tree; Why not then the squash to praise now? Why not laud the chard who works just as hard And dies for the poet as chow! For many may scoff (and I know they are off) At the promise of Brussels sprouts' meter. Or okra condemn with proud diadem The critic whose tongue's a cruel beater. But I care not one schmoccoli that nothing rhymes with broccoli; 'Tis the fastest way to grow-a-tree! And likewise each vegetable of its very own right Is worthy material for poetry. —Holly Robbins

For Angel (God Created Man) Fairest angel—perfect, divine— How have I longed to make you mine. Essence of light descended on the wing, How e'er did Heaven part with thee? What holy magic dost thou to me? How can I ever confess to thee? (Temple and Cosmos) Moonbeams on the river, Cool starlight in drops of rain, Warm embrace of velvet night, White sunrise in the east again— Heaven's gems of glory E'er circling in their rhyme, Skies, oceans, seas All breathing in time. Earth's every wonder— God's grand poetry— All of these beauties art thou to me. (Fantasy and Reality) Sunlight-gilded roses— My true love's visible desire. Thy kiss of honey-ripened, summer-brightened Wildberries' crimson fire. Yet ne'er would I touch thee Nor fail my heart to see Heaven's blest grace Bestowed thus gen'rously; Thy hand in friendship—extended to me! And that my mortal eyes did gaze briefly on thee! (Apocalypse and Eternity) Tho' rage furious tempest And earthly joys pass away Beyond sorrow and even death, Age and infirmity Tho' thy sweet visage No more can I see, Nor miracle of Heaven E'er give thee to me— Still shall this doctrine distill upon thee— My young free soul e'er in love with thee! —Holly Robbins March 15, 2006

Trust You by Holly Robbins I heard your voice in my mind. You said, "Trust me." And I do. Those words of comfort came to me When I was feeling blue. Sometimes you need your space And it's something you can't say. Sometimes your heart is breaking And you need some time away. Chorus Well, space and time are what I've got And I'll give it all if you need a lot. 'Cause I trust you. Baby, I trust you. Verse How much time will go by before I see you again? How long until I hear your voice Just calling me a friend? Well, it doesn't matter anyway, 'Cause I give this gift to you; I'm as much your friend these grayest days As when our sky was blue. Chorus Yes space and time are what I've got And I'll give it all if you need a lot. 'Cause I trust you. Baby, I trust you. Bridge I see I've hurt you, baby, and maybe I'm seeing it too late. But I'm learning how to listen And I'm sorry for the wait. Next time I have a friend like you I'll remember what you taught me. Verse No, you never wanna hurt me, baby, That's something that I know. But sometimes the truth hurts anyway So I'll hurt then let it go. If goodbye is what you'd have me say, I'll grow some wings and fly away. I trust you. Baby, I trust you. Chorus Yes space and time are what I've got And I'll give it all if you need a lot. 'Cause I trust you. Baby, I trust you.

Crazy Stalker Lady I thought I'd never get over you. I can still feel the knife right now. But the sun is starting to shine again And I'm making it through somehow. It killed me to write that letter goodbye, But I meant every tear-stained scrawl. Though the only way to prove it at first Was to chain myself to the wall. (CHORUS) 'Cause I felt just like a crazy stalker lady— Just one more nut on the road. Drunken with passion, driven by obsession A conniving and Home-wrecking witch with a toad. Wanted to spy on you and hunt you in the night And spend hours writing poetry. But there had to be more to life than you And it was time to find the way. --- I was terrified of losing you— Of admitting the empty space— And all the scary demons deep inside I'd been so afraid to face. But from the mirror chick's anxieties, Psychosis and freaking OCDs there's no flight. On this crazy ride I've been Jekyll and Hyde, But this time Jekyll won the fight. (CHORUS) 'Cause I'm not gonna be some crazy stalker lady— Just one more nut on the road. Drunken with passion, driven by obsession A conniving and Home-wrecking witch with a toad Not gonna spy on you nor hunt you in the night Nor write a single verse of poetry. I have faith that there's more to life than you And with God I'll find the way. --- It's starting not to be about staying away But doing things that I hadn't planned Like eating again and sleeping some too, Writing music and playing in the band. God has softened my heart with the cup of pain And now I'm changing in a whole new way; Instead of forcing reality out of bliss, I'm finding bliss in reality. (CHORUS) 'Cause I'm not gonna be a crazy stalker lady, I'm gonna fly outside in the sun. I'm gonna live life with passion And breathe the fresh air And learn how to laugh once again. I'm gonna find a new love and have a family And be the girl I've always longed to be. I'm seeing that there's more to life than you And now I think that I've finally found me. (END CHORUS) 'Cause I'm not gonna be a crazy stalker lady— Just one more nut on the road. Drunken with passion, driven by obsession A conniving and Home-wrecking witch with a toad. I'm not spying on you, nor hunting in the night There's not a syllable of poetry. Now I know that there's more to life than you. Thank God I've finally found the way. Soon I'll be better than new. I'm getting over you. —Holly Robbins January 13, 2005

Eternal Spring by Holly Robbins (Tune: “Tennessee Waltz”) (Spring, Summer and Fall) The dawn of springtime in your eyes, What a beautiful surprise— To find myself falling in love. The light of Heaven in your eyes, What a wonderful surprise— With an angel I had fallen in love. But with the passion in my heart I mourned the ending from the start; The bitter promise of sadness and snow. Then came the witness of the trees In the falling of the leaves That the time had come for me to let you go. (Winter) That sudden winter of goodbyes Froze the tears falling from my eyes And those mem'ries of you, my bright summer friend, Filled my soul with such despair; Those dreams of you so hard to bear. How will I ever . . . how can I ever live again? “God take his image from my mind, For I would rather be blind Than live one moment without his divine smile.” But God had something different planned. He broke my heart and He took my hand And I cried in His arms for a while. (Discovery) He showed me Heaven, showed me Hell. Brought fire and ice so I'd learn to tell Summer's warm green days from winter's cold gray night. He brought a blue sky to heal my pain, Quenched my thirst with Autumn rain, And embraced me in both darkness and light. Then he reminded me anew Of when I fell in love with you And in that sweet perfect vision in His hand Was God's redemption in your eyes; What a beautiful surprise! And the promise of springtime again. (The Promise of Spring) And now you're with me every day Whether you go or if you stay, 'Cause I know now true love has no end. As the sunshine melts the snow, God has given me to know That someday I will hold you again. What is love here on this earth But seasons of conception and of birth Of heav'nly ties that one day will never end? And then I'll never say goodbye again To you my love, my angel friend, In the sunshine of a new eternal spring. Holly Robbins February 1, 2006

(VERSE) There's a freshly fallen snow And the stars of icy white Are sharp in the perfect blackness Of this clear and moonless night. Sable Sky, your hard embrace, so cold, Is irresistible and bold. I bid farewell to all that's warm To fall asleep here in your arms. (CHORUS) I feel my spirit breaking free As I breathe this new life into me And the air is still and silver On my skin. I come to you, Persephone, To give you all that's left of me-- One seed from the Tree of Life. Make me holy in your sacrifice. (VERSE) Oh, give me now, Obsidian Night, An angel robe of glist'ning white And crown my head with Heaven's Frosty starlight. Somehow I've forgotten all I know. I breathe your chill into my soul. The fey are hard and black as coal And they're dancing in the snow! (CHORUS) I feel my spirit breaking free As I breathe this new life into me And the air is still and silver On my skin. I come to you, Persephone, To give you all that's left of me-- One seed from the Tree of Life. Make me holy in your sacrifice. (VERSE) Oh, bless this bed where I belong Until Demeter sing her song. Redeem me for my Mother And for her trees. For now I've nothing left But the ecstasy of Death. Oh, you love me where I lay. You take my breath away! (CHORUS) I feel my spirit flying free As I breathe the darkness into me And the air is still and silver In my skin. Embrace me now, Persephone! I give you all that's left of me-- One seed from the Tree of Life. Now I'm holy in your sacrifice. --Holly Robbins (2008)

Summer Girl I drew the hard line every time But I could never get it right. It was the quintessential tragedy In my world of black and white. And then the fire of Heaven came, Consumed my charcoal in the flame; It was the end of shadow black And winter white. It was the world come to an end But I'm alright. Now . . . CHORUS My colors bleed into the misty sunset. I cannot tell where I end off and you begin! My soul's a raging fire in the wind. And I'm not afraid to look into the sun. VERSE No, I never saw a solid line In the rainbow that appeared. God's rays of summer glory in that sky Are the paints I mixed with tears. My brush flies lightly 'cross the blue I'm so happy and in love with you. You were the end of shadow black And winter white. You were my world come to an end But I'm alright. Because . . . (to chorus) BRIDGE How lightly fall the blossoms now, The leaves and glist'ning snow. Somehow I carry August's fire inside my soul. 'Cause I'm a bright summer girl In this watercolor world. END CHORUS So now my colors bleed into the misty sunset, I'm the sky! I cannot tell where I end off and you begin, Oh, how we fly! Our soul's this raging fire in the watercolor wind. That's why I'm not afraid to look into the sun. No, I'm not afraid to look into the sun! Holly Robbins September 20, 2007

August Rush I've got my wild horse on the bridle And I'm runnin' him as fast as I can With the wind in my face And that sun in my eyes And the leather in my hand. I lost my hat 'bout a mile or so back. He took off like a shot and I Had that heart attack. Now we're flyin' through the countryside Faster than I could have planned. But I'm so much more alive now Than when the ride began. CHORUS I'm on my way to Heaven as the crow flies, You flaming sun, you crimson skies. Now we're whipping like a wildfire Blazing through the brush. The world's gone gold as far as the eye can see In one glorious rush of ecstasy. And all my soul is on fire In an August Rush. __ You were a wild angel thing come to me From only Heaven knows where With the wind in your face And that sunlight spilling like a Waterfall through your hair. I lost my heart about a mile or so back; You rocked my soul just like some heart attack. We shot through the countryside Faster than I could have planned. But I'm so much more alive now Than when the ride began. CHORUS We were on our way to Heaven as the crow flies. You were the flaming sun and the crimson skies. We were whipping like a wildfire Blazing through the brush. The world turned gold as far as the eye could see In one glorious rush of ecstasy. And all my soul was on fire In an August rush. BRIDGE So thank you, baby, for the ride And thank you, baby, for the fall; One more goodbye's not gonna hurt me at all. No baby one more goodbye can't hurt me. Not at all. CHORUS I'm still on my way to Heaven as the crow flies, You flaming sun, you crimson skies, I'm still whipping like a wildfire Blazing through the brush. The world's still gold as far as I can see From that glorious rush of ecstasy. And my soul is still on fire In that August Rush. That's how I'll remember you forever-- In an August rush. --Holly Robbins January 2008

Supply and Demand by Holly Robbins 2008 I don't need to own the Wasatch Mountains Nor live in the Taj Mahal. Nor keep the pyramids of Egypt to myself. I don't even need to be special at all. CHORUS No, I don't need to be your baby, baby, I don't need to be number one. I don't need to be your right-hand lady. I don't care if I don't sit shotgun. Just like I wouldn't try to hog that Mona Lisa's funky frown, I'm sure there's plenty of you To go around. ___ No, I'd never shut down Lady Liberty and say, “From now on, you'll only shine for me.” Nor place an extra lien on the Leaning Tower of Pisa. No, I'd never stake a claim in Chichen Itza. CHORUS No, I don't need to be your baby, baby, I don't need to be number one. I don't need to be your right-hand lady. I don't care if I don't sit shotgun. Though my heart is flying like a bird in the sky, I've got both feet on the ground. And I'm sure there's plenty of you To go around. BRIDGE I don't need the moon or your diamond ring. No, baby I don't need anything. All I want is to love you. And baby, that's what I've got Because I love you. ___ I don't need to be the Queen of England To see the Tower of London in the moonlight. Don't need the title to the real estate Where stands the Tree of Life. No, all I want is a little bite. END CHORUS No, I don't need to be your baby, baby, I don't need to be number one. I don't need to be your right-hand lady. I don't care if I don't sit shotgun. And though I know in my heart you're worth More than a billion bucks a pound, I'm sure there's plenty of you To go around. And just like the sunlight up above you and Baby, it's shining down, I'm sure there's plenty of you To go around. No, I don't need to be your baby, baby, I don't need to be number one. I don't need to be your right-hand lady. I don't care if I don't sit shotgun.

A Song 'bout Noe Aw, the Good Lawd said, “You best be gud, 'r Ah'm'on' drown you in the fluud; Dems a fawty daysa wotta An' a whole lotta mud. People, you best be gud!” CHORUS Dem sun war shinin' Not a rain not a win. Dem peoples was a lafin' Ney was limin' in sin! Wow Noe built a boat An' put 'em animals in . . . People, you best be gud! VERSE Aw, da Lawd teld a Noe, “Y'all dun me right-- Limin' at a gospel a day an a night. Gram a chilin' and a wife, Noe, Run faw yaw life! You da ony wun'z bin gud!” CHORUS Dem rainz keem a-tumalin' a Outta da sky. Dem people wuz a screamin, “Now, we're all gonna die!” Am dat war da las Awl Noe uvuh hud Af dem peoples wun't live da Lawd's wud! --Holly Robbins (November 3, 2010)

How Does It Feel? Holly Robbins March 19-24, '08 I came to pick you up yesterday But I hadn't planned To recognize you from a mile away Just by the way you stand. If I hadn't been wearing my seat belt, honey, I'd have fallen right out of the car 'Cause you ain't got a clue How freaking sexy you are. CHORUS How's it feel to look like that? Oh, baby, what's that like for you? To look so good, baby, all of the time . . . To be the scenic view? You think you're just like anybody, baby, Just trying to survive. But can't you see that people are trying to drive? Oh, baby, how's it feel to be so sexy? __ What you do for a plain old T-shirt, darlin', I'll never understand. And those ugly baggy bluejeans Send me right into La-La Land. The thought of losing my cool now, honey, Just fills me with dread. You might help me out by wearing a brown bag Over your head. CHORUS How's it feel to look like that? Oh, baby, what's that like for you? To look so totally hot all of the time? Yeah, being the scenic view. You think you're being all harmless down there Just fixing your sink, but can't you see That people are trying to think? Oh, baby, how's it feel to be so sexy? BRIDGE There's this nice little thing called a mirror, honey, Yeah, you might wanna check it out. Then maybe you'll see why people are staring-- What the fuss is all about. CHORUS Oh, baby, how's it feel to look like that, Oh, baby, what's that like for you? Walking around like some Greek God all of the time, Yeah, being the scenic view. You think you're nothing special, baby, I find that hard to believe 'Cause can't you see that people are trying to breathe? Oh, baby, how's it feel to be so sexy?

The Star of the Show by Holly Robbins Seems like every place we go everybody knows you. Some stare and some say hi and the crowds enclose you. What is it about you, baby? Your style? Your smile? 'Cause whatever it is you got makes the world go wild. CHORUS The trees are clapping in the breeze. The birds are cheering you in the trees. The clouds are cryin' and the wind is yelling, “Woo hoo!” Autumn leaves are the red carpet at your feet, Yeah, being so famous must be sweet And your song's this happy music in my soul. Well it's all about you, baby. You're the star of the show. VERSE It seems the whole world loves you as much as I do. I've seen how the sunset blushes pink every time she sees you. We walk the beach and the ocean waves. The young gulls cry and the big sea caves. One look at you, sweet baby, and the mountain's high. And I know just how she feels 'cause so am I. (CHORUS) You're the latest rage and the world's your stage Your fans make such a racket. The rain's always fallin' down at your feet And the wind grabs your jacket. In spring you make the rivers laugh And the flowers bloom for your autograph And tell me, baby, why is the sky so blue? Well, it must be something you did because it's all about you. (CHORUS) BRIDGE Then you close your eyes and folks that's all, The cloak of night's your curtain call. No I never mind the roar of thunder clapping for you. What else were storms and lightning made to do? CHORUS And now the trees give a standing ovation, baby, You're the greatest new sensation. The roses are flyin' and the Wind is yellin' woo hoo! And all the stars above are your name in lights Yeah bein' so famous suits you just right And when you hear me singing this song, I hope you know That it's all about you, baby. You're the star of my show.