"I'm Just A Glass Half Empty Kind Of Guy" opens with a harmonica flourish and continues with a down-and-out male vocal. We just can't help feeling sorry for this fellow! The song celebrates the American Dream gone sour; think of Mickey Rourke and Faye Dunaway in the movie "Barfly".

I'm Just A Glass Half Empty Kind Of Guy

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"Gangsta Bling" is a techno-electronica compositions that features figured electric bass and drums/percussion with electric guitar riffs. Our arrangement provides driving background music to enhance a scene in an urban crime/suspense production. Instrumental, Hip Hop Music, Hip Hop Instrumental

Gangsta Bling

The title is a play on a Latin phrase, "In hoc signo vinces" (By this sign thou shalt conquer). If you're under 50 years of age, you might consult Wikipedia to learn about Señor Wences. The arrangement features piano, alto flutes, and baritone saxophone solos backed by Latin rhythms. Instrumental, Jazz Music, Latin Jazz

In Hoc Señor Wences

Follow the antics of America's favorite spoiled brat. Lyrics are as follows:

1. I was drivin' one evenin'
Through the town of Paris, Texas
Lookin' for a place to spend the night,
When I saw a red gumball
A-flashin' in my mirror. 
It seemed to me a most unwelcome sight.

2. When I asked if there's a problem, 
The officer informed me
That I'd gone and driven through a red stop sign.
Then, the next words that I heard,
"Let's see your driver's license",
Sent a cold chill up and down my spine.

3. Well, my license'd been suspended,
And that's just what I told him.
He nodded, and he acted real polite.
Then, he offered me the back seat
And drove me to the hoosegow,
Where I was told that I would spend the night.

4. (Chorus) Then, they booked me in a room
At the downtown Paris Hilton.
My room is eight-by-ten and has no view.
Now, I lie upon my back,
Just starin' at the ceilin'
And waitin' 'til the sun comes shinin' through.

5. When I finally got to court,
The judge said: "Please excuse me,
But I think I've seen you here one time before.
It's time you learned your lesson,
And so you have my blessin'
To enjoy our hospitality once more".

6. (Chorus) For the next thirty days
I'm at the downtown Paris Hilton.
My room is eight-by-ten and has no view.
Now, I lie upon my back,
Just starin' at the ceilin',
And waitin' 'til the sun comes shinin' through.


The Ballad Of Paris Hilton

Hesitation (Copyright 2011 Alan Marchand, BMI) - Lyrics

(Turnaround)

1. One day while I was watchin’ my color TeeVee
A man offered me an opportu-ni-ty.
He sounded real excited and began to shout; he said
“Pick up the phone, or you’re gonna miss out”
 
So I thought about it for a week or two, and I
Finally did what I needed to do. But I’d
Waited too long, and time ran out, and I
Never did learn what it was all about.
 
Chorus:
Don't hes-i-tate, friend. (hes-i-ta-tion)
Pro-crastination is the thief of time. So don’t
Hes-i-tate, boy. (hes-i-ta-tion), grab the
Bull by the horns and spend your dime. And don’t
Hes-i-tate, Bud. (hes-i-ta-tion)
You gotta act while you’re in your prime. Don’t
Hes-i-tate, don’t make me wait.
He who hesitates is lost! 

(Turnaround)
 
2. I met this chick at a party the other night.
Everything about her seemed to Be Just Right.
She asked me to tell her what I’d like to do, So I
Thought about it for a minute or two. She said:
 
“Time’s a-wastin’, I ain’t got all day”, then she
Turned on her heel, and she walked away.
I just stood there with my jaw hung loose, and I
Thought to myself: “There ain’t no excuse!”.
 
Chorus:
Don't hes-i-tate, friend. (hes-i-ta-tion)
Pro-crastination is the thief of time. So don’t
Hes-i-tate, boy. (hes-i-ta-tion), grab the
Bull by the horns and spend your dime. And don’t
Hes-i-tate, Bud. (hes-i-ta-tion)
You gotta act while you’re in your prime. Don’t
Hes-i-tate, don’t make me wait.
He who hesitates is lost!

(Turnaround) 

3. I once got a tip on a long-shot trotter from a
Gal who said she’s the jockey’s daughter. Now, I
Like to play the ponies once and awhile, but
Heavy bettin’ just ain’t my style.
 
By the time I’d decided that I ought-a act, I’d
Reached my decision long after the fact.
My hot-tip nag ran away with the race while I'm
Left there standin’ with egg on my face.
 
Chorus:
Don't hes-i-tate, friend. (hes-i-ta-tion)
Pro-crastination is the thief of time. So don’t
Hes-i-tate, boy. (hes-i-ta-tion), grab the
Bull by the horns and spend your dime. And don’t
Hes-i-tate, Bud. (hes-i-ta-tion)
You gotta act while you’re in your prime. Don’t
Hes-i-tate, don’t make me wait.
He who hesitates is lost!

(Turnaround & Out)

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