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Love is a Drug From Hell
03:06
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I got a girl, a green-eyed blond
Sling-back, wink-back cherry bomb
Way back when you laid a spell on me
A dumbass sleeping by the tulip tree
Love is a drug from hell
You got me baying at the moon, by the wishing well
You went for a drive, said you’ll come back soon
You didn’t come back till the Harvest moon
I love you, woman, can’t you be discreet?
Everything about you is tweet, tweet, tweet…
Another mint julep by tulip tree
Lord what fools us mortals be
You laugh so pretty, like a silver bell
Time I blew this carousel
Love is a drug from hell
When the one you love don’t care to treat you well
Your daddy got breath like a chimpanzee
A pork pie hat, and he don’t like me
You went for a drive, said you’ll come back soon
You didn’t come back till the Harvest moon
[My feet’s too big and my face too long
Just how many men have you conned?]
You got me walking round the pond
Got me talking about the great beyond
The bar is still in the prickly heat
I sit ruminating by the window seat
Love is a drug from hell
You got me baying at the moon by the wishing well
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Verse (A1): I’m cooling my heels in Macabuca bar
Tried to tell you all about it, but I did not get far.
Once you get your mouth in gear,
You tend to domineer
I might as well be swinging in the trees [on trapeze]
Bartender, another Suffering Bastard, please.
Verse (A2): Can anything surpass a fine Tiki bar?
A Tiki beats champagne & caviar
Can you feel that ocean breeze?
Above, all them Pleiades
Back home I’ll bet they’re thinking antifreeze
Bartender, another Suffering Bastard, please
Chorus (B): Let’s sail away on a pirate ship,
With Don the Beachcomber and Trader Vic
You say I ain’t no Socrates, but I always pay my docking fees
Verse (A3): We’ll mosey (amble, saunter) along Pango Pango deck
Why should having fun be such a bottleneck?
Another job in Insurtech, and I’ll be a nervous wreck
Enjoying life should need no ‘pretty please’
Bartender, another Suffering Bastard please
Another Suffering Bastard, if you please
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Phantom Love
03:10
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Isabella, would you know me,
If I were standing at your door?
Would you even recognize me,
Or are you lost for evermore?
You were walking by the river
Wrote your number on my wrist.
And endless summer and a day
Every moment was a gift.
Phantom love, random love
Stranded & abandoned love (2x)
Price of exile’s ever steep
The sea is wild, the night is bleak.
Tempest moans, willows weep.
We’re just specks on an ocean deep.
Phantom love, random love
Stranded & abandoned love (2x)
You left me standing in the doorway
Unfinished poems in my hand
Every crossroad is a life unlived
While the years slip through your hand
Phantom love, random love
Stranded love & abandoned love (2x)
Now you’re a phantom in the mist
As if we never even kissed
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Rattlesnake Road
02:48
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Nobody likes rattlesnakes, nobody likes eels
Moment I saw you I fell head over heels
I was having ice cream up on the Ferris wheel
Trees all around me full of cockatiels
One day you’re on the bottom & life just sucks
Next, you’re onstage in tails and tux.
We got bats in the barn, frogs in the pool
My daddy's from Texas, my mom, Istanbul.
Your daddy is a tout, he gave his card
Saw him playing with matches at the old lumber yard
Monte Cristo got life on that barren reef
To laugh from the belly, you got to lean into grief
Rattlesnake Road, in blistering heat
Desert all around, my prospects bleak
A prisoner of fortune, like poor Jimmy Dean
Then I got three wishes and a gold trampoline
The hills are alive with wayward sheep
I’ve drunk my fill at the river of sleep
Gave the boatman a coin, said, “I want to see Hank.”
We paddled (sculled) in mist to the distant bank
One day you’re in the ditch, spinning your wheels
Next day you’re driving the Batmobile.
Rattlesnake Road, in blistering heat
Desert all around, my prospects bleak
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A prisoner of fortune, like poor Jimmy Dean [Aladdin]
Then I got three wishes and a gold trampoline
Revenge is a dish best served cold
Careful it doesn’t contaminate your soul
Monte Cristo got life on that barren reef
To laugh from the belly, you got to lean into grief
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Kleenex & Prozac
04:08
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Kleenex and Prozac and burgundy wine
Don (East) River water taste like turpentine
You broke someone’s heart I guess it was mine
Sometimes life just sucks, everything’s in flux
Wish I could be with them diving ducks
Instead of just hanging around
My neighbour’s a ninja, she’s gone underground
Kleenex & Prozac make the world go round
WhatsApp, Twitter, Meta, IG
AI, Augmented Reality
I ordered souvlaki at Menelon (Parthenon) grill
Then I took my pills, and saw daffodils
I feel like the fool on the hill
My guru said ‘learn to be still’
He’s got a face like a Portuguese hound.
Kleenex & Prozac make the world go round
The Danforth is quiet this time of the day
You told me you love me, then went on your way
Now I’ve got a stone in my shoe
All your subterfuge, how’d I miss the clue?
But I know my dreams will get off the ground
Someday I’ll be toast of the town
But today I’m a whale deep in Puget Sound
Kleenex & Prozac make the world go round
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Velvet Apocalypse
04:13
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Ruminating in the kitchen, I see you left your castanets
You got another show tomorrow, to pose in silhouette
Your slip is hanging in the closet, stilettos shoes under the bed
Where are you waking up this morning, in what fresh featherbed?
Chorus: I stand & stare at a falcon moon
I swim down (walk by) the river to the dark lagoon
I crave your body and your cherry lips
You’re a soul destroyer, a velvet apocalypse
You’re slowly taking off your dress
You say you love me, despite the evidence.
You strike a pose, you’re the soul of decadence
Melodrama coming, another shiny statuette
Chorus: I stand & stare at a falcon moon
I swim down the river to the dark lagoon...
Ruminating in the kitchen, I see you left your castanets
Got another show tomorrow, in your sequins and epaulets
Well, I cancelled us last night, took a long walk by the lake
Another poem in my journal, and a tangled heart to extricate
Chorus (B): I stand & stare at a falcon moon
I swim down the river to the dark lagoon...
I crave your body and your blood-stained lips
You’re a soul destroyer, a velvet apocalypse
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Grey Eyes
03:46
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Grey eyes, I love your grey eyes.
Glowing, grey as the moon the moment of dawn.
Night wind, whispering night wind
Soft chords from my guitar, as I write this song.
Wandering a world without mercy
Narrow, closed, controlled
But now I hold you near
I know you’re here to stay, eyes of grey
Starlight, ocean of starlight
A loner, but I’m not alone. You’re here in my heart
Wandering a world without mercy
Narrow, closed, controlled
But now I hold you near
I know you’re here to stay, eyes of grey
Met you in a dream, my love’s evergreen
Our lives intertwine, in timeless design
Grey eyes, I love your grey eyes
Glowing, grey as the moon the moment of dawn
I think of you that way, eyes of grey
I think of you that way, eyes of grey
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Last of the Red Dots
04:21
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Verse (A): Organization is my middle name
Once I was a slob, with only myself to blame
I saw Marie Kondo & I’ll never be the same
I got dots on a board – yellow, red and green
My place is neat, and my fridge is clean
I get satisfaction. Do you know what I mean?
Tidy & clean is my leitmotif
Daddy’s a dentist, mama’s a fire chief
But I got me a problem & there ain’t no relief
It’s the last of the red dots, last of the red.
It’s the last of the red dots, last of the red
Configuration is my reason & rhyme
But I got you baby, and that’s where I draw the line
Be my messy Marie, my careless Valentine.
My friend’s a slob with breath like a St. Bernard
His fridge is obscene, his place a chicken yard
If I don’t intervene, he’ll end up the boulevard
It’s the last of the red dots, last of the red.
It’s the last of the red dots, last of the red
Come on over baby, everything’s in its place
I’ll pour us a drink, we’ll sit by the fireplace
Mess with me, baby, deliver the coup de grace
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Colosseum Blues
04:20
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I made a mess in old Tacoma
So, I ran away to imperial Roma
I walk about Tiber, climb the Seven Hills
Dreaming of angels & daffodils
Found me a job at Santa Cecilia
Teaching the blues to Adelle & Emilia
Hoping for offers I could not resist
I ran into a velvet fist
I’m a pale gladiator in burning sand
The crowd is on fire, money changing hands
St. Peter walked these avenues
Till they made him an offer he could not refuse
Is this a life anybody would choose?
I sit by the fountain alone & confused
Garbage everywhere, I can’t stand the aroma
They won’t let you see what’s behind the kimono
Am I just a pawn in a timeless (eternal) game?
I’m weak, disconnected, I wonder why I came.
If you ain’t in the family, cease & desist.
Open your mouth, you’re quietly dismissed.
I’m a pale gladiator in burning sand
The crowd is on fire, money changing hands
The pretty people watching seem so amused
Chariots are coming, what am I trying to prove?
Ciao San Giovanni and Santa Maria
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Goodbye, Trevi Fountain, Capella Sistina
Going to Tacoma on bended knees
I’ll marry my baby by the salty sea
I’m a pale gladiator in burning sand
The crowd is on fire, money changing hands
St. Peter walked these avenues
Till they made him an offer he could not refuse
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Send Me a Poem
03:32
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Send me a poem or a picture
Send me a lock of your hair
Send me a kerchief or a ribbon you wear.
Something that says that you still care
Send me wild flowers from the meadow
Berries (needles) of juniper pine
Send me blossoms of sweet chaparral
Something that says you’ll be mine
Chorus: For the days run away like wild horses
How I long for the canyons and plains
Riding with you through sage-covered hills
In bloom after morning rain
I gave you a keepsake I treasure
My dear mother’s cross of Lorraine
You said, “This I’ll cherish forever.
No matter the time or terrain.”
Chorus: “For the days run away like wild horses
How I long for the canyons and plains
Riding with you through sage-covered hills
In bloom after morning rain.”
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Verse (A1): You’re missing the point, Ping baby
You’re (such) a gentleman, she’s no lady
Phoney upper crust, she’ll leave you in the dust
Or bleeding in an alleyway
Give your head a shake and run away.
Verse (A2): You’re missing the point, Ping baby
Sweet bird of paradise, that ain’t no English daisy
She’ll clip & criticize, never compromise
A gentle soul like you won’t have a chance
Let’s you and I get on a plane to France
Chorus (B1): Modulate to A; You tell me, liberty is sweet
You lay it on the line, with people in the street
Modulate to C: You tell me, you’re a harmless editor
She’s a cold inquisitor, a heartless predator,
She’ll jail you & throw away the key
Label you a traitor, and the people’s enemy
Verse (A3): You’re losing the plot, Ping baby
Soul of decency versus cynical & shady
The cops are in her pocket. You’ll end up on the docket
She’ll set you up for Judgement Day
Don’t you know her way is the only way?
(B2): A poor boy, a humble refugee
You’ve been like a brother, always looking out for me
You tell me, you’re a harmless editor
She’s a cold inquisitor, a heartless predator,
She’ll jail you & throw away the key
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Label you a traitor, and the people’s enemy
Verse (A4): You’re missing the point, Ping baby
Soul of decency, versus cynical & shady
A walking breach of trust, she’ll grind you into dust
And censor everything you say
Don’t you know her way is the only way.
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Mr. Ricos's Having Fun
03:20
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Cock-a-doodle-doing on the 3rd base line
Detroit pretzel and a belly full of wine
Hammerin’ Hank was the greatest of his time
I made money fixing laundry mats
Bet you never seen a gold pork pie hat
Sweet Lou Whitaker played like an acrobat
Diana, Smokey, Stevie are sublime
Berry Gordy is a friend of mine
Marvin Gaye was finest of his time
Chorus: Mr. Rico's having fun
We got them Yankees on the run
All aboard you all, the comeback has begun
Some people find me crass & unrefined
Everybody says my city is in decline
Detroit water does taste like turpentine
But the art & architecture are divine
I like my women brassy, big & bold
My mouth is big, my sins are manifold
Got four daughters and wife of solid gold
Chorus: Mr. Rico's having fun…
Rattle them drums, blow on them kazoos
Sacks are packed, we ain’t got nothing to lose
Rattle them drums, blow on them kazoos
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Mr. Rico's having fun
We got them Yankees on the run
All aboard you all, the comeback has begun
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I knew the sound of footsteps clicking lightly up my stairs
The scent of autumn in shiny auburn hair
I knew the taste of your lips in the fire’s golden glow
That was yesterday, and a thousand years ago
I knew waking beside you, your kitten at our feet
Your arms around me though you were still asleep
I lay there wondering, how can I ever let you go?
That was yesterday, and a thousand years ago
Oh, my impossible love
I confess my distress to the starry sky above me
And oh, my unreasonable love
I share my despair with the windy sea before me
I knew the scent of roses, and a distant closing door
Dying embers, and a rocky shore
I knew the taste of your tears the night I let you go
But that was yesterday, and a thousand years ago
Yesterday, and a thousand years ago
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Santa on the Moon
03:24
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Loafing on the sofa with my wife and family
Sipping Ole Kentucky, early Xmas Eve
My son burst in & cried, “It’s a social media typhoon.
The Russians & Chinese put Santa on the Moon.”
Mama always said, “It’s like a silver spoon.”
Santa says he’s happy. “It’s like Saskatoon.
Practice all day long, then a few cartoons.
I get bourbon whiskey, them reindeer, macaroons.”
Santa on the moon, who would’ve thunk it?
CNN got a theory, Fox trying to debunk it
If you got a basketball, good time to dunk it.
I said, ‘Baby, where’s the wine?’ She said, “You drunk it.
Anyhow, Santa’s on the moon.
You heard that right, Santa’s on the moon.”
The Chinese are designing a lunar factory
The Indians are contributing toy technology
The World Bank is investing, ‘The timing is opportune.’
The G8 is convening a meeting in Rangoon.
Santa on the moon, who would’ve thunk it?
Things are tense, LA to Nantucket
If you got a banjo, good time to pluck it.
I said, ‘Baby, where’s the wine?’ She said, “You drunk it,
And anyhow, Santa’s on the moon.
You heard that right, Santa’s on the moon.”
The media’s going nuts, it ain’t no honeymoon
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Rifling the trash like ravenous racoons
The Senate is concerned. “Will presents carry chips?
They’re going to have our data at their fingertips.”
Santa on the moon, who would’ve thunk it?
If you got a banjo, good time to pluck it.
If you got a basketball, good time to dunk it.
I said, ‘Baby, where’s the wine?’ She said, “You drunk it.
Anyhow, Santa’s on the moon.
You heard that right, this ain’t no trial balloon.
He is really on the moon.”
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West, beyond the setting sun
Where wild rivers run
Lives a girl who once was dear to me
I was crazy, I was blind
Perspective uninclined, to home, wife and family.
Fire burns and embers smoulder
All the things I should have told her
Take my coat gently from her shoulders.
Sailing on the seven seas,
I felt her in the breeze,
Flower moon and shooting stars.
I found her by the river wild
With a husband and & a child.
My heart a shattered steel guitar
Autumn wind is blowing colder
Nevermore will I hold her.
Take my coat gently from her shoulders.
Now I watch the autumn rain
Through my window pane
She’s gone, there’s nothing I can do.
Here’s to you my seldom pearl
Though wind and waters swirl
May time and life be kind to you.
Fire burns and embers smoulder
Nevermore will I hold her.
Take my coat gently from her shoulders
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Having my lunch at Rebecca’s Crab Shack bar
Plate of diabolo shrimp, and a glass of Floating Car
I like waving at shrimping boats crossing Mobile Bay
I remember Uncle Remy & I hear him say
Get it while you can , and can it while you get
Find a jolie blonde, lose them cigarettes
I like to play my mandolin & watch that old sun set
Get it while you can - and can it while you get
Toute le monde [everyone] say, shrimping running dry
To feed your family, you’ve got to diversify
I remember fishing these bayous with cousin Beauregard
Daddy & Uncle Remy passing that old fruit jar.
Get it while you can , and can it while you get
Find a jolie blonde, lose them cigarettes
I like to play my mandolin & watch that old sun set
Get it while you can - and can it while you get
I’m an engineer now, four years at LSU
I’m a travelling techie - Tulsa to Timbuktu
Time is a beaten-up shrimping boat tracking a setting sun
Old dog singing to a mandolin and a Cajun accordion
Get it while you can , and can it while you get
Find a jolie blonde, lose them cigarettes
I like to play my mandolin & watch that old sun set
Get it while you can - and can it while you get
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