I started this project back in January with a single goal in mind: to collect a group of songs that I felt characterized the Dollanganger series by VC Andrews. What you see here is the final result of this lengthy search for songs just twisted enough, sweet enough, or strong enough to describe these characters and their stories. This web page contains lyrics to many of the songs, however, there were a few that I was unable to find.
You may disagree with some of the choices I have made here. However, I say to you, "too bad." Volume I of this soundtrack series is final and if you have any complaints to take up with the editor of this album, do so at your own peril. Many songs still need to be decided on for the other volumes and I welcome your input. And in the words of Sammi, MWAAAAH! Enjoy.
Pink Floyd
In my mind this song surmises the entire beginning of the series, and it is fitting that this should be the first song for the
Money, get away
You get a good job with more pay and your O.K.
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
A new car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team Money, get back
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set
And I think I need a Lear jet
Money, it's a crime
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away
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Sixpence None the Richer
"Sister, Mother" is a sweet song that reminds me of Cathy and Chris trying to be parents to the twins. It is also reminiscent of Chris' growing attachment to Cathy and the way she replaces his mother in his affections.
My life is plagued by mistakes,
broken love, slaps in the face.
But I'm trying to ease,
to dare to embrace your face.
Hug him like a brother.
Kiss her like a sister.
Let it be my mother for now.
I want to find where the maid in the street
is pouring her wine.
I heard she takes you in
and gives you the words you need said.
If you'll be her brother,
she'll kiss you like a sister.
She'll even be your mother for now.
Hug him like brother.
Kiss her like a sister.
Let it be my mother.
Let it be my father.
I will be her brother.
Kiss her like a sister.
Come and be my mother forever.
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Peter Tchaikovsky
I can imagine Cathy dancing in the attic to this well-known selection from Tchaikovsky's ballet "Sleeping Beauty." It could also be reprised for If There Be Thorns when Chris catches Cathy dancing in the attic of their California home.
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Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds
I see this as being Cathy's song at the end of
And if I go
Before I'm gone
Oh brother of mine
Please don't forget me if I go
And if I die
Before my time
Oh sweet sister of mine
Please don't regret me if I die
Bartender please fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus
That set him free
After three days down
Bartender please
Pour the wine for me
That you gave to Jesus
That set him free
After three days down
On bended knees
Bartender please
On bended knees
Bartender please
And if I pray
Those hearts are young
Give me a second chance to fix it up
If I pray I break
And if I crush
My children's hearts
Please give me the strength
To fix them, Lord
Please Bartender, wine
On bended knees I pray
Bartender please
Bartender please
On bended knees
God please....
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Come out, come out
No use in hiding
Come now, come now
Can you not see?
There's no place here
What were you expecting
Not room for both
Just room for me
So you will lay your arms down
Away, away
You have been banished
Your land is gone
And given me
And here I will spread my wings
Yes I will call this home
I have no time to justify to you
Fool, you're blind, move aside for me
All I can say to you my new neighbor
is you must move on or I will bury you
Now as I rest my feet by this fire
Those hands once warmed here
I have retired them
I can breathe my own air
I can sleep more soundly
Upon these poor souls
I'll build a heaven and call it home
cause you're all dead now
I live with my justice
I live with my greedy need
I live with no mercy
I live with my frenzied feeding
I live with my hatred
I live with my jealousy
I live with the notion
That I don't need anyone but me
Don't drink the water
There's blood in the water
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Celine Dion
Cathy and Julian Marquet.... Need I say more? This is a very fun and sexy French song, I've also provided the English translation for those of us who are not "danseurs"....
�a t'arrive sans crier gare
Au milieu d'une heure incolore
Un geste, une odeur, un regard
Qui comme d�chire ton d�cor
Tout � coup ce coeur qui t'avait presque oubli�
Se pointe � ta porte et se remet � cogner
It happens to you without a warning
in the middle of a colorless hour
A gesture, a smell, a look
which tear your facade
Suddenly your heart who almost forgot you
is knocking at your door
Attention, le ballet va commencer
Attention, the ballet is about to begin
Tu comprends pas trop c'qui t'arrive
Tu crois d'abord � une erreur
Tu l'�vites et lui te devine
Entre le d�sir et la peur
Tu t'entends lui dire des phrases sans aucun sens
Qu'importe les mots n'ont plus d'importance
You don't know what's happening to you,
you believe it's a mistake
You avoid him and he guesses you,
between pleasure and pain
You hear yourself tell him empty phrases.
The meaning of the words is no longer important
Car le ballet a commenc�
Because the ballet has begun
Il met ses plus beaux atours et du miel sur sa voix
Toi tu te fais velours et tes bijoux brillent sur toi
Il te dit po�mes et r�ves de lointains voyages
Tu r�ponds Florence, peinture, impeccables images
He's at his best and there's honey in his voice.
You make yourself velvet, and your jewels are bright on you.
He tells you poetry and dreams of far away voyages.
You answer, Florence, painting, perfect images
Dames et cavaliers, avancez
Ladies and knights go forth
Un coup d'oeil � son dos, ses hanches, quand s'efface le galantin
Un regard quand elle se penche et laisse deviner un sein
Elle sait dej� ses mains, les contours de sa bouche
Le cambr� de ses reins, qu'elle a not� en douce
One look at his back, his hips and politeness is erased.
A look when she bends over and shows a breast.
She already knows his hands, the outline of his lips.
The curve of his back that she noted gently
Car le ballet va s'animer
Because the ballet has already come to life
Il a su les codes et donn� les bons mots de passe
Encore un peu d'alcool et que tombent les cuirasses
Livr�es les cl�s des corps enfin les peaux s'embrassent
Et le temps s'arr�te tant que dure la gr�ce
He knew the codes and gave the right passwords.
A little more alcohol and the armor falls, delivering the keys of the body.
Finally, their skins kiss.
And the time stops while their grace lasts.
Car le ballet, est bient�t termin�
Et la vraie vie, va commencer
Et oui - la vraie vie
Because the ballet is almost over.
And the real life will begin.
Yeah - the real life
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The Nixons
By popular demand (hee hee Shay), this song is being added for Chris and Cathy. I think this especially works well here, in Petals on the Wind, for the time when Cathy was dancing in New York with Julian and Chris was in medical school....
Here I am again ... overwhelming feelings
Thousand miles away from your ocean home
Part of me is near
Thoughts of what we were invade
The miles that stand between, can't separate
You're all I'd hoped you'd become
Sister, I see you
Dancing on the stage of memory
Sister, I miss you
Fleeting visits pass, still they satisfy
Reminders of the next overshadow good-bye
Our flames burn as one
Sister, I see you
Dancing on the stage of memory
Sister, I miss you
All I am, begins with you
Thoughts of hope understood
Half of me breathes in you
Thoughts of love remain true
Here we are again ... saying good-bye
Still we fall asleep under the same sky
You're all I knew you'd become
Sister, I see you
Dancing on the stage of memory
Sister, I miss you
Entwined, you and I,
Our souls speak from across the miles
Intertwined, you and I,
Our blood flows from the same inside
I see you walking there
Walking in my mind
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Fiona Apple
One of my favorite Fiona Apple songs, this is for Cathy's seduction of Bart Sr. and Chris's still intense feelings for her. Parts of this song have a mesmerizing, almost suffocating feel to it, and I think that works well for Chris and Cathy. I had originally had this song on the soundtrack, but had made the exchange for "The Child is Gone" when I realized that I was out of room....
You moved like honey in my dream last night
Yeah, some old fires were burning
You came near to me and you endeared to me
But you couldn't quite discern me
Does that scare you? I'll let you run away
But your heart will not oblige you
You'll remember me like a melody
Yeah, I'll haunt the world inside you
And my big secret - Gonna win you over
Slow like honey, heavy with mood
I'll let you see me, I'll covet your regard
I'll invade your demeanor
And you'll yield to me like a scent in the breeze
And you'll wonder what it is about me
It's my big secret - Keeping you coming
Slow like honey, heavy with mood
Though dreams can be deceiving
Like faces are to hearts
They serve for sweet relieving
When fantasy and reality lie too far apart
So I stretch myself across like a bridge
And I pull you to the edge
And stand there waiting
Trying to attain
The end to satisfy the story
Shall I release you?
Must I release you?
As I rise to meet my glory
But my big secret
Gonna hover over your life
Gonna keep you reaching
When I'm gone like yesterday
When I'm high like heaven
When I'm strong like music
Cause I'm slow like honey, and
Heavy with mood
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The Byrds
To Everything
(Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season
(Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To Everything
(Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season
(Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven
A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance,
a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones,
a time to gather stones together
To Everything
(Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season
(Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace,
a time to refrain from embracing
To Everything
(Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season
(Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
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Live
This is a song for the nine-year old Bart Winslow, Jr. Sort of the opposite of Malcolm's journal, I think that this song describes his thought processes rather well.
If I told you he was your brother
We could reminice and then you?'d go about your day
If I said you ought to give him some of your water
You'd shake your canteen and walk away
The deception that divides you from him
Is a lie
For some reason we never asked why
This is not a black and white world
You can't afford to believe in your side
This is not a black and white world
To be alive I say the colors must swirl
And I believe that maybe today
We will all get to appreciate
The beauty of gray
If I told you she was your mother
We could analyze the situation and be gone
If I said you ought to give her some of your water
Your eyes would light up like the dawn.
The deception that divides you from her
Is a lie
For some reason we never asked why
This is not a black and white world
You can't afford to believe in your side
This is not a black and white world
To be alive I say the colors must swirl
And I believe that maybe today
We will all get to appreciate
The beauty of gray
Look into your eyes
No daylight
New day now
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Natalie Imbruglia
For the end of If There Be Thorns, this song tells of Cathy's remaining anger at her mother for the choices that she made, as well as the fact that Cathy, subconsciously, identifies with her.
Seventeen years in a dead-end job
Telling his dreams to a deaf-eared god
Hanging on tight by a single thread
Praying for a change
Everything you could have sacrificed
Your flesh and blood had its own sweet price
Baby's all grown and moved away
Where's that leave you now?
It was your own decision
You made my life a mission
Somebody tell me
(It doesn't make any sense at all
Somebody tell me
Why we're livin in a world of contradiction
Somebody tell me
(It doesn't make any sense at all
Somebody tell me
Why we're livin in a world of contradiction
Working so hard to be understood
Doing so much for the common good
Sorry if I didn't see the truth
The sadness in your eyes
I wanted to stand on my own two feet
Looking at life as a one-way street
Thinking I had it all worked out
Where's that leave me now
We lost communication
Too many expectations
Somebody tell me
(It doesn't make any sense at all
Somebody tell me
Why we're livin in a world of contradiction
Somebody tell me
(It doesn't make any sense at all
Somebody tell me
Why we're livin in a world of contradiction
Everything I have inside
I keep wrapped up tight
All I know is
All I want to know is
Somebody tell me
Somebody tell me
(It doesn't make any sense at all
Somebody tell me
Why we're livin in a world of contradiction
Somebody tell me
(It doesn't make any sense at all
Somebody tell me
Why we're livin in a world of contradiction
Seventeen years in a dead-end job
Telling his dreams to a deaf-eared god
Hanging on tight by a single thread
Where's that leave you now?
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Alanis Morissette
With the first of the
You hadn't seen your father in such a long time
He died in the arms of his lover how dare he
Your mother never left the house
She never married anyone else
you took it upon yourself to console her
You reminded her so much of your father
So you were banished and you wonder why you're so hypersensitive
And why you can't trust anyone but us
But then how can I begin to forgive her so many years
under bridges with dirty water
She was foolish and selfish and cowardly if you ask me
I don't know where to begin in all of my 50 odd years
I have been silently suffering and adapting perpetuating and enduring
Who are you younger generation to tell me that I have unresolved problems
Not many examples of fruits of this type of excruciating labor
How can you just throw words around like grieve and heal and mourn
I feel fine. We may not have been born as awake as you were
It was much harder in those days we had paper routes uphill both ways
we went from school to a job to a wife to instant parenthood
I walked into his office I felt so self-conscious on the couch
He was sitting down across from me, he was writing down his hypothesis
I don't know
I've got a loving supportive wife who doesn't know how involved she should get
You say his interjecting was just calling me on my shit?
Just the other day my sweet daughter I was driving past 203
I walked up the stairs in my mind's eye
I remember how they would creak loudly
She was only responsive with a drink
he was only responsive by photo
I was only trying to be the best big brother that I could
I've walked sometimes confused, sometimes ready to crack open wide
Sometimes indignant, sometimes raw
Can you imagine I pay him 75 dollars an hour,
sometimes it feels like highway robbery
And sometimes it's peanuts
I wish it could last a couple more hours
So here we both are battling similar demons (not coincidentally)
You see in getting beyond knowing it solely intellectually
you're not relinquishing your majesty
You are wise, you are warm,
you are courageous, you are big
And I love you more now than I ever have in my whole life
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Ben Folds Five
This song is for Jory and Melody's relationship, parts of which are especially applicable after Jory's accident.
From the back of your big brown eyes
I knew you'd be gone as soon as you could
And I hoped you would
We could see that you weren't yourself
and the lines on your face did tell
It's just as well
You'd never be yourself again
Saw you last night
dance by the light of the moon
stars in your eyes
free from the life that you knew
You're the magic that holds the sky up from the ground
You're the breath that blows these cool winds 'round
Trading places with an angel now
Saw you last night
dance by the light of the moon
stars in your eyes
free from the life that you knew
Saw you last night
stars in your eyes
Smiled in my room
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Days of the New
This is another Bart Winslow song. I think it pretty much speaks for itself....
I can see the orange sky in front of me
I can see things you'll never see
People say it's all a dream
But I can say words you couldn't speak
Is it me?
Can you believe?
You'll never live the world I live
Is it me?
It is only me
I can only live a world to live
Break away from you
Shattered beliefs
Detaching from my body
Desperate in grief
I have changed the world in front of me
One against all
I'm starving this world
Is it me?
Do you want me?
You think you can have me
Say you love me
You want me
I'm saving my money
Cause I don't pay to breathe
I'm not afraid to live
I'm not afraid to die
I can only give what I see inside
You can only take what I give of me
You can only win when I'm not afraid to lose
Subjected to you mother of nature
Limited to the color of your eyes
Drained by the one you call your lover
She don't care if you live or die
Well I don't have a problem
I evolved
Sometimes there's always problems
I stand above
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Diana Krall
I'm a sucker for classic songs, and this is definitely one of my favorites. Sticking it in here for Garden of Shadows, I think that it says a lot about Olivia's hopes when she comes to Foxworth Hall. It would be reprised for Corinne and Christopher's love song.
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
* * * * *
Big Bad Voodoo Daddies
Unfortunately, I was unable to find the lyrics for this. It's a jazzy, almost blues-like piece, that I think fits in quite well with the 1920's era during which
