It’s All Down To This

And it’s all down to this

Love letters that don’t exist

A prize fighter with bloody mits

Fancy foot work with a bit of a twist

Down for the count and not counting on this

He went down like Sonny Liston did

Longing for a long distance kiss

 

Martin and Lewis

When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis the martinis were dry

Unlike the kiss she blew us at the Sapphire last night

 

Six silver bullets ring out across the Nevada sky

Death Valley never seemed so alive

Tone slingers and tone deaf singers on a return Delta flight

She’s in for some drama tonight

 

When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis the martinis were dry

Unlike the kiss she blew us at the Sapphire last night

 

Clark County Fire Department on a Sunday Afternoon

And Everybody’s hanging at the pool

All except for Britney, she’s down at the Double Down Saloon

She’s looking cute through the eyes of this sun stroked fool

 

And the palm trees remind me of Christmas on Mars

The real mountains behind Macy’s are no distractions from the cards and the fake stars

 

Well, look who just checked into the Flamingo Inn

With a blank slate and a new respect for gin

 

When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis the martinis were dry

Unlike the kiss she blew us at the Sapphire last night

When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis

When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis

The Devil's Punchbowl

Baby’s got chaos in her veins.

Lightning bolts at the break of day.

She can’t run away from the devils parade, the devils escapades.

 

Baby’s got madness in a glance.

Take 2 steps back and ask her to dance.

But you don’t stand a chance with the devils serenade, the devils lemonade.

 

The devil seems to know just what I think.

The devils in her soul, don’t let her drink from his punchbowl.

 

Baby’s got perils in her pulse.

Mascara that runs down her blouse.

And I’ve been such a louse.

I am the devils charade, the devils hand grenade.

 

The devil seems to know just what I think.

The devil’s in her soul, don’t let her drink from his punchbowl.

 

And when it’s all said and done, maybe I’m the one,

Who likes to wrap her ‘round my fingers and thumbs.

Maybe it’s me, glory be!

With hooves like goats and secret notes I send to the goddess of infidelity.

 

But You don’t stand a chance with the devils serenade, the devils lemonade.

 

The devil seems to know just what I think.

The devils in her soul, don’t let her drink.

The devil seems to know just what I think.

The devils in my soul now that I drink from his punchbowl.

 

Idle hands – the devil’s playground….

 

As I Recall

In the brevity of the moment she stood like a brick wall

I fumbled to find some logic but only found I was not logical

Must be why I offered her kisses to which she refused them all

As I recall As I recall

 

Everybody’s on pins and needles waiting for the wound nurse to arrive

Working on crossword puzzles and counting up who’s still alive

All down through the corridor the fragrance was so medical

As I recall As I recall

 

And if I remember correctly she was staring directly at me

I can arouse exactly the colour of the taxi that set her free

 

Pornographic sidewalk chalk drawing censored by the rain

With lady luck on our side there was nothing really left there to explain

Why oh why when the hammer came falling did I not get up and crawl

I can’t recall No, I can’t recall

 

If I remember correctly she was staring directly at me

I can arouse exactly the number of the taxi that set her free

Except from my memory

My memory

My memory

As I Recall

 

I Don't Leave The Radio On Anymore

I don’t leave the radio on anymore

No I don’t leave the radio on anymore

 

You were a special girl who only needed one more life

Selfishly spoken as I lay in a ball here tonight

I still see you from the corner of my eye

And sometimes I swear I even hear you cry

But you’re just playing with the loose strings of my mind

 

And I don’t leave the radio on anymore

No I don’t leave the radio on anymore

And there’s no real reason for stumbling through the door

No I don’t leave the radio on anymore

 

If I’d been more like you I could see myself through this darkness

Won’t somebody please let me out of this bag labeled loneliness

You always landed square on your feet

I hope this time I can be so lucky

As I fall from a billion stories

 

All about her and the rattle of the keys

That makes the engine purr

And brought her to me

And killed her curiousity

 

Emptiness is scratching at the screen

Something’s amiss now things have changed

I cannot speak, my tongue, she’s got again

 

And I don’t leave the radio on anymore

No I don’t leave the radio on anymore

And there’s no real reason for stumbling through the door

No I don’t leave the radio on anymore

 

Long Time Coming

On the positive side I was feeling pretty low this morning

I awoke to the sound of the letter sliding under the door

And I craned my neck and I heard the footsteps moaning

And I dropped that warning atop my collection stored

Then at 3:51 I saw the noon day sun

 

Don’t wait for me

Don’t wait for me

I’ll be a long time coming

 

With complete abandonment and my Siamese twin

I approached my predicament with some chagrin

Then the tightrope walker ran with her feelings within

Requesting a dance but alas, she felt no connection

So at 4:51 my knotted stomach came undone

 

Don’t wait for me

Don’t wait for me

I’ll be a long time coming

 

He came to me in a dream clutching his 6123

He offered it up to me

And I agreed whole heartedly

I said please with a double ‘e’

 

Then I awoke in the same clothes I was wearing on Wednesday

Saturday morning cartoons drop like an anvil in my head

And though my reception is still somewhat fuzzy

I swear I saw my life flash before me on my TV set

Because at 5:51 my epilogue ran long

 

Don’t wait for me

Don’t wait for me

I’ll be a long time coming

 

Don’t wait for me

Don’t wait for me

I’ll be a long time

A real long long time

A long time coming

 

 

 

Company Hearse

They’re burning down the alder wood

Sweeping up my dream soot

Finding bits of never coulds and always wishes

The villains down on Fourteenth Street

Suffocating the concrete

And their faces look so complete among the ashes

 

I need someone to help me break this family curse

Before I’m fixed for the company hearse

 

The factory up on Jutland Road

Where we’d go to watch the dolls explode

Now houses a different load behind the bricks and mortar

The Colonel’s villa is up for lease

Upon the door hangs a sympathy wreath

From all the ones who had the sense to leave

And left this weight on my shoulders

 

I need someone to help me break this family curse

Before I’m fixed for the company hearse

 

I really thought it was going to be you

But you decided you cannot deny it

You’ve much better things to do ooh ooh ooh

 

I need someone to help me break this family curse

Before I’m fixed for the company hearse

I need someone to help me break this family curse

Before I’m fixed for the company hearse

 

It really can’t get any worse

Now I’m fixed for the company hearse

 

 

 

Charlie Schulz Was Always In Love

I could never draw from perspective

I’ve never been good

But I’ve heard love is supposed to be simple

I wish I could draw you in the neighbourhood of my heart

 

I am drawing to conclusions

It’s my second nature

I’ve read every girl loves to get flowers

And all I have is a picture of my heart

 

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

In love like me

 

So I’m withdrawing from society

It’s just a little too complex

I was told life was going to be simple

It’s had the opposite effect on my heart

 

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

In love like me

 

Let’s start with a fresh page

All mistakes can be erased

We’ll put our thought bubbles together

And leave no trace of yesterday’s misadventures

 

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Yeah Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Charlie Schulz was always in love

Monica's Harmonica

I’m up here on the window ledge and I’m waiting for the solar eclipse

To be dreadfully honest I’ve been in the dark ever since we kissed

And I’m looking for adjectives I cannot find

 They won’t touch these swollen lips or come to my broken mind

And my ears only want to hear Monica’s harmonica

 

I’m down here in his dungeon and I cannot wash my hands enough

Thought I was immune to his insanity but still I just scrub and scrub

My eyes roll back while my mouth gets dry

I have a head full of ideas but no idea why

Because my ears only want to hear Monica’s harmonica

 

Monica plays oh so sweet

Monica says she’d like to meet

Under the stars

And to come as I are

 

I’m out here on a limb hanging by the proverbial thread

I threw precaution to the wind and repercussions under my bed

She needed to feel what I heard in her touch

So I held her near and it was far too much

Then my ears only had to hear Monica’s harmonica.

 

Monica plays oh so sweet

Monica says she’d like to meet

Under the stairs

And to come if I dare

 

Monica and her harmonica

It’s Monica just because

 

 

Dorothy

When I remember you I think of flowers on blouses

Sad country songs in a home in a circle of houses

When I remember you I recall the dog day vacations

A week full of rain trying your patience

The flies on the screen seem to loom

When I remember you

 

Dorothy, switch off your T.V. and talk to me for a while

And tell me one of your stories about Dorothy and I’ll see you smile

Like you remember me too

 

When I remember you I hear the laughter contagious

It’s on all of the faces in the kitchen with the checkered floor

And when I remember you I smell the cedar in the treasures

The leaves from the hedges fall to your feet upon the front porch

While the neighbours clamber for your point of view

When I remember you

 

Dorothy, switch off your T.V. and talk to me for a while,

And tell me one of your stories about Dorothy and I’ll see you smile,

Like you remember me too

 

When I remember you

 

The clothes line hangs heavy in the afternoon

And Sunday supper fills my head with perfume

And milk bottles don’t rattle like they used to

But I still remember you

 

Dorothy, switch off your T.V. and talk to me for a while

And tell me one of your stories about Dorothy and I’ll see you smile

Like you remember me too

Yeah like you remember me too

 

YESTERDAY'S MISADVENTURES

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