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Love is a Drug From Hell

by Pascal Dennis

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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
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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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 © Pascal Dennis 2022 All Rights Reserved 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 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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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
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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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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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 Copyright 2022 Pascal Dennis All Rights Reserved 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 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 © Pascal Dennis 2022 All Rights Reserved 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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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 Copyright 2023 Pascal Dennis All Rights Reserved Mr. Rico's having fun We got them Yankees on the run All aboard you all, the comeback has begun
13.
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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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 Copyright 2023 Pascal Dennis All Rights Reserved 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.”
15.
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
16.
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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An album exploring the various expressions of love, telling the tales of my adventures and misadventures with love.

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released March 17, 2024

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