Love Letters In Latin (25th Anniversary Edition)

by Bill Michalski

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1.
Perfection 04:08
Well I could try to be a football stud If that’s what you wanted Work out in the gym all day My muscles flexing And, baby, you could come to my games And wear my letter jacket and look so cute CHORUS: But I just can’t be like that It’s not who I am But you don’t have to change You don’t have to change ‘Cause perfection just reeks of you Well I could try to be a French artiste If that’s what you wanted “Bonjur,” I’d say at the door to your apartment As we’d dine with a glass of wine in a small café Before dining on the banks of the River Seine CHORUS Well I’ve just gotta be me, me, me Honestly Me, me, me Honestly Me, me, me Honestly Well I could try to be a reckless outlaw If that’s what you wanted Sweep you away on a motorcycle Wear my black leather boots As we’d ride off into the sunset Your hair flying in the wind
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Well you were sitting down with a blank look on your face ‘Trying to shield away any sign of disgrace When someone told you that your boyfriend lied to you “I’m sure he has an excuse,” she said But way back, in the back of my head I know CHORUS: You deserve better You don’t deserve second best He shouldn’t put you to the test like that, oh no You deserve better You don’t deserve second best You’re too humble to think it but I know it’s true All the sacrifices you make to keep your teddy bear at home ‘Don’t you know when he finds a new toy that he’ll leave you alone “But he’s so cute, he’s so gorgeous” (yeah) Ain’t that what your friends say And guess who else, yeah that’s right His other girlfriend CHORUS Don’t you know what he does behind your back? (repeat) Oh I wish it were true Fine, he’s a nice person You two look nice together But we would have looked better, oh yeah Well I guess I’ve got to let it go
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I don’t lie awake at night and dream of her As nice as she is to me I’m not writing her name in the margins of my notebooks And her picture isn’t next to my bed Even though she gave one to me CHORUS So why should I want to hold her hand? God didn’t send her for me up from above I don’t see you loving girls that you don’t love Well, beggars can’t be choosers Well, maybe so But just who the hell am I begging for? I don’t take the way that passes by her house Even though I’m the neighborhood I don’t waste away class time Wishing she’d walk in through the classroom door And I don’t write songs dedicated to her Saying how much I adore CHORUS BRIDGE: I want someone to write love letters in Latin to I want someone to laugh at the same things I do I want someone I want someone I can write love letters in Latin to Amo te Instrumental then repeat bridge
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We’re on the same ship together Searching the open seas Looking through the telescope Gazing at the shoreline And although it’s in our sight The wind with all its might Won’t let us get closer CHORUS: And the land is love Someone to hold you And the land is love Someone to hold you Like a mother clutches a child Through the night I feel a strange camaraderie with you We’ve been on these waters But we don’t know what to do To get us closer to the dry land And stand on solid ground CHORUS REPEAT CHORUS Maybe someday I might reach the shore The shore
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If you ask me how things are going I’m pretty confused I’m just a mixed up kid In a mixed up world And I don’t feel like I have it together As much as I did No I don’t know where I’m running to Or where my direction is Whoa Maybe I’m thinking too much Rationalizing Tripping over myself inside my head In my head Then you came in through the back door Into my mind I was so confused, mixed up, Intellectual, sort of introverted person And you CHORUS: Well I like you Well it seems so simple but it’s really what I mean and I like you That’s so simple And simply something so simple in this complicated world Seems so Strange to me Oh, pretty simple, pretty simple, not very complicated Pretty simple, pretty simple, not very complicated In my time, I can say, I can say: “Do you believe in love at first sight, or do I have to walk by again?” So here I stand infatuated Or amused to some degree But can’t we have more meaning Than just everyday acquaintances Yeah yeah But you see now I’ll always hide in myself Too scared to risk a newborn friendship Yeah Then I’ll have no chance in loving her ‘Cause I’ll keep way in the back of my head In my head Then you came in through the back door into my mind And all I could see were those beautiful eyes And I wish that I could do something really suave like this: Narrator: So I was walking down the street. It was a cold and snowy night when I saw this beautiful woman walking towards me. As she walked by, I said to her: William: Excuse me Mavis: Yes? William: Do you have a sister? Mavis: Uhh…yeah William: Well if she’s half as beautiful as you, I’d have to ask her out this Friday night Mavis: Well, my sister’s twelve Narrator: she said Mavis: But I’m free this Friday night William: How about I take you to a show? I’ve got two tickets to Engelbert Humperdink Mavis: Engelbert Humperdink? My goodness! Narrator: So I said William: What’s your name? Mavis: Mavis William: Well, Mavis, that’s an interesting name. My name’s William, and I think this could be the start of something special. CHORUS “Can I check your tag, ‘cause I swear you were made in heaven.”
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She was a friend of mine’s friend Who I met one night She said she thought too much I said that’s alright It was a different kind of conversation But an honest one, at that But what struck me most Is when she put her hand on my shoulder And said: You’ve gotta keep on singing You have the voice I don’t have So I guess I will For that girl You’ve gotta keep on singing You have the voice I don’t have So I will sing higher You’ve gotta keep on You’ve gotta keep on I knew I’d never see her again That’s not unusual The way peoples’ lives pass Through your life so quickly But what will stick with me From the person she is In the person I am Is what she said You’ve gotta keep on singing You have the voice I don’t have So I guess I will For the girl I’ll never see again You’ve gotta keep on singing You have the voice I don’t have So I will sing higher As high as I can You’ve gotta keep on You’ve gotta keep on
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On the South Side of town There’s Catholics drinking beer At the parish fair And all the kids are here Msgr. O’Connor By the statue of Madonna Gives a handshake To a member of his flock Mr. Austerman Sits in the front row every Sunday With a different colored blazer every week And here he is in his black dress socks And his red shorts With a Budweiser in his hand As he says what an honor To talk to Hank O’Connor After he’s been a priest for almost Fifty years Mr. Austerman’s granddaughter Tina’s in the seventh grade And here she is on the ferris wheel with some guy named Dave WHO’S IN THE EIGHTH GRADE It’s a scandal with her parents That her boyfriend’s older But they don’t seem to care with their hands in each others’ Others’ Now Tina and Dave were doing some things that maybe they shouldn’t have been doing Seeing that Tina was only in the seventh grade and stuff I mean, they were going back behind the convent and stuff And doing some things that, well, the nuns wouldn’t like I mean, They were hugging and kissing and necking ‘round the corner (repeat) When ‘round the corner comes Msgr. O’Connor Oh! And so he screamed, “Hey!” As the kids ran away And wobbled after them But the only one he recognized Was Tina Austerman So the monsignor thought, “Hey, they’re only kids, Maybe I’ll let them go. Anyway, I’m so tired of being A disciplinarian” And he walked and he thought and as he thought some more His ways just couldn’t change From the way they’d always been And so he told Sister Maureen, the principal About every single detail And she was so very quizzical And so they told Tina’s mom and dad Who were very very very very mad When they were told at the bingo table So they found her by the bike rack They pulled up the car They opened the door And they threw her in the back You’re grounded forever they said And you’re never seeing Dave again Never never never Well, Tina cried and cried In her room til’ late that night She hated being grounded But mostly she was thinking about her Dave Til’ she heard a knock on the bedroom window And she opened It up And Dave was there on the limb of a tree Saying, “Won’t you come outside with me?” And they walked together down the alley And they looked up at the stars In the South City sky They held each others’ hand Said, “Ain’t it good to be alive?” Ain’t it good to be alive?
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I wish that I were in heaven Then I know I’d see you there I wish that I were in heaven ‘Cause everybody’d know who the dB’s are Yeah! I wish that I were in heaven A circle of chairs around a campfire I wish that I were in heaven Dim lit rooms and coffee cups Yeah! That’s right.
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I met someone at the dog show She was holding my left arm But everyone was acting normal So I tried to look nonchalant We both said, “I really love you.” The Shriners loaned us cars We raced up and down the sidewalk Twenty-thousand-million times PRE-CHORUS Why did they send her? Over anyone else? How should I react? These things happen to other people They don’t happen at all, in fact CHORUS When you’re following an angel Doesn’t mean you have to Throw your body off a building Somewhere they’re meeting on a pinhead Calling you an angel Calling you the nicest things I heard they had a space program Where they sing you can’t hear There’s no air Sometimes I think I kind of like that and Other times I think I’m already there Gonna ask for my admission Gonna speak to the man in charge The secretary says he’s on another line Can I hold for a long long time I found out she’s an angel I don’t think she knows I know I’m worried that something might happen to me If anyone ever finds out. REPEAT PRE-CHORUS REPEAT CHORUS
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Every once in a while A picture of you Will appear in my head Though I can’t really help it And I’ll start to think about What might have been Which is always the worst thing to do In the end And I miss her Oh CHORUS: Maybe if I could just be in the same room as her Maybe I would notice what I used to see Maybe if I saw… But It’d still hurt It’d still hurt Every once in a while Jealousy comes through The awful thought of someone else Loving you Oh, but that’s a scourge on my mind I try to get it out It’s an awful way to think of you Without a doubt You don’t deserve that Oh CHORUS
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I was pacing around So nervously In my one track mind So many worries Of what you thought of me Oh whoa Did I scare you? Or was so stupid I didn’t know what to do? And then it all works out And I’m sitting in the morning sun And wondering how I believed you were so judgmental It all works out With you’re smiling face in front of me There’s really no way it could be coincidental NOW Then I’m thinking about Your personality And it seems so strange ‘Cause you think just like me But sometimes you act so weird Whoa oh I can’t figure you out You’re such a mystery And then it all works out And there’s no need to describe you ‘Cause everyone’s a mystery in some way It all works out The only words to describe you are “You are… You’re special,” Mr. Rogers would say, “Just the way you are.” (Billy said that too) You’re not like the other girls You’re not even like the other other girls I don’t need to worry ‘bout what you think of me. I’m straight with who you are And baby you’re straight with me And then it all works out And I’m staring at the setting sun And thinking it’d be tough For this to be much more fun It all works out It all works out somehow In the evening I can go to sleep peacefully NOW You’re special just because you’re you There’s no one else in the world just like you Don’t go changing to try to please me No
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Here’s a little ditty ‘Bout Dave and Joann Two Catholic kids doing Best they can Davey’s gonna be a soccer star Joann’s gonna follow Phish On their next world tour DJ: Hey everybody are you ready to rock St. Louis U. High? Davey’s wearing his Nike hiking boots, His jean shorts, and a No Fear shirt He’s a good Catholic from Our Lady of Providence He says, “It’s all good” And he’s ready to start macking on the chicks Meanwhile, in West County: Joann’s wearing her Birkenstocks, Her khaki shorts, and a Grateful Dead shirt She dumped her grade school boyfriend “He was such a jerk.” Now she’s looking for a guy On the football team So they ended up walking down the hallways of the U High At the Back to School Mixer on a Friday night Davey wanted a goddess He asked a bunch of girls to dance “No thanks” “Sorry jerk, gotta boyfriend.” *slap* Ouch! Radio Announcer: Well Davey O’Toole, a rookie just up from the minor leagues, steps up the plate as the pitcher winds up for the delivery and the throw. What!? He’s bunting on the first pitch. Out at first easy. My god, this kid does not know what he’s doing. CHORUS: We are the freshmen Send us in the direction Of getting some DJ: Alright you funky U. High guys, are you ready to go for it? Okay everybody, let’s get those hands in the air now. We’re going back to 1983 for this one, a little Michael Jackson for you, “Billie Jean” Well nothing could bring Davey down As his grade school friends came around And with them a cute girl named Joann In a Grateful Dead shirt Dave: So, do you like AC/DC? Joann: Um, not really Dave: Oh, neither do I Joann: Oh, do you like the Grateful Dead? Dave: Was that that guy who died? Joann: ohh! Okay, okay, it’s time to make my move There’d better be a slow dance soon Maybe she’ll kiss me back Maybe she’ll kiss me back DJ: We want every guy out there to find a special someone that he wants to have a special last dance with. Dave: So, you wanna dance? Joann: Um, alright. Dave: Say, could I get your phone number? Joann: Uh, yeah. CHORUS You shook me all night long… (Don’t get so funky baby) Joann: Well it was really nice to meet you *kiss* Wow, where did that come from?
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I was pacing around So nervously In my one track mind So many worries Of what you thought of me Oh whoa Did I scare you? Or act so stupid I didn’t know what to do? And then it all works out And I’m sitting in the morning sun And wondering how I believed you were so judgmental It all works out With you’re smiling face in front of me There’s really no way it could be coincidental NOW Then I’m thinking about Your personality And it seems so strange ‘Cause you think just like me But sometimes you act so weird Whoa oh I can’t figure you out You’re such a mystery And then it all works out And there’s no need to describe you ‘Cause everyone’s a mystery in some way It all works out The only words to describe you are “You are… You’re special,” Mr. Rogers would say, “Just the way you are.” You’re not like the other girls You’re not even like the other other girls I don’t need to worry ‘bout what you think of me. I’m straight with who you are And baby you’re straight with me And then it all works out And I’m staring at the setting sun And thinking it’d be tough For this to be much more fun It all works out It all works out somehow In the evening I can go to sleep peacefully NOW You’re special just because you’re you There’s no one else in the world just like you Don’t go changing to try to please me No

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Chronicling high school innocence, friendship, crushes, and overall wonder, Bill Michalski's 1996 album Love Letters in Latin is now digitally remastered with bonus tracks.

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released November 22, 2021

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Bill Michalski Saint Louis, Missouri

St. Louis, MO songwriter Bill Michalski exorcises his demons in his new EP, CRANKY. By (almost) entirely eschewing the acoustic guitar in favor of electric and working with a crack live rhythm section, Michalski's songs reach a new level of energy. Mr. Michalski has been recording and performing music since his high school days in 1993. CRANKY is his first non-single release since 2013. ... more

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