demo tracks for the film project "The Rave in Sharka Park"

all songs © 2016 Naked World Music / handmade songs

I Got A Four Track Mind

Powder Blue

Bronze Fondue 

Motorcycle Jumps

©2017 Naked World Music

What did Michigan do to you? 
Oh, what did Michigan do? 
I don't know what it did do
But Michigan did something to you
What did Michigan do? 

You look so pretty in your preppy clothes
And your blond hair's tied in a little bow
But what did Michigan do to you, oh
What did Michigan do?

I never noticed your eyes were blue
Until they looked away when I looked at you
Now I've used up all my charm
And all I've got is a broken arm
From waving to you

INSTRUMENTAL

Oh, I wanna go and fish again
Along the shores of Lake Michigan
I saw it on a map today
And all the blue had faded away
Well, I don't want that to happen to you
No, I don't want it to!

I know that you've got work to do
And I seem like a slacker to you
But you don't know how responsible I am!
Do I gotta send you a telegram? 

What did Michigan do to you?

Ancient Ruins, Modern Inventions

What Did Michigan Do to You?

©2017 Naked World Music

Me and my baby, let me tell you: We rock
We go together like Kirk & Spock
Or should I say, like Starsky & Hutch
See, we came here together on a Double Dutch Bus
From before chimes, before dimes, before crime - 
the true “Prime Time”
When no animals were hurt during filming
(there were no animals and no cameras)

Anyway, we rambled onto the Love Train
and on this TGV of TLC we felt no pain
when all of a sudden, I found myself reeling:
I lost that lovin’ feeling

Maybe I shouldn’t say “all of a sudden”
When the truth of the ride is: I saw it comin’
I knew the bridge was out, but knowing didn’t do no good
Cuz you can’t stop the train and man you shouldn’t if you could
Some people wait their whole lives for a train that never arrives
So if it comes, if you can get on, baby you got to ride

High
Through the night
Til the end of the line
Ride
Like a knight
On a steed through the storm to tell the queen it’s all a lie

I thought you were crowning me 
But your rain is drowning me
There’s so many Qs but only one is key:
Why’d it take so long to see that you’ve got different dreams than me? 

 In the end some trains are un-ridable
Suicidable, head-on-collidable
Sooner or later, you stop asking why
You just get off before you die

The Wreck of the Love Train

Greetings From A Parallel Universe

I Am Drawing a City For You

It’s the talk of Los Angeles
A movie star on a public bus
Rolling down the interstate
Making stops in outer space
In a garage in Los Angeles: 
Tar, iodine, blood, and rust
“Calling all cars in Hollywoodland
be on the lookout for a black and white man!”

CHORUS:
I read that book your mom wrote
It’s an apocraphy
I read that book your mom wrote
She don’t like you and she don’t like me

She’s the talk of Los Angeles
A speed queen in a polka-dot dress
Pouring vodka on the sauna rocks
Spilling her wine glass reaching for the lip gloss
It’s so, so cool in Los Angeles
You can get a tattoo at Toys R Us
Salvation in the magazines
And crucifiction on daytime TV

CHORUS

I wanna be androgynous
I wanna sing, I wanna kill!
I wanna die of an overdose
And come back to life as a blond on Melrose

She’s a talker!

I wanna touch Los Angeles
I wanna kiss Los Angeles 
I wanna lick Los Angeles
I wanna feel Los Angeles 
I wanna be Los Angeles
It’s up to me, Los Angeles

©2002 Naked World Music/ASCAP

Talk Of Los Angeles

How many cops killed in the line of duty
Get killed by other cops over criminal booty?
Talkin': Bang, bang, a cop is dead
"There's an officer down because I shot him in the head"
Not too much, I don't think it's too many
But what do we expect when we pay 'em in pennies?
If we paid 'em what we pay the big CEOs
Maybe they'd be something more than badge-wearing ho's
But Internal Affairs kicks them out in the street
For selling a recovered stolen TV
The CEO laughs, cuz it's his duty
To make a big profit on similar criminal booty
A glass of Chablis, fait accomplis
A word to the wise and, man, you're off scot free

Her memoirs were titled, simply, "Tutti Frutti"
She was a well, well known prostitute-y
She writes; "The Senator was a serene man,
And I'm sorry for what I did to him. 
But the reporters busted in while I was still half naked
I grabbed my clothes and ran, but a photo got taken
When I got in the taxi, it occurred to me
That I'd left behind one criminal booty"
Out at Heathrow, the five o'clock hero
Offers her a ride in his UFO

INSTRUMENTAL 

I found a dead mouse in my mailbox thrice
I guess the postman always brings mice
I pondered on this for nearly and hour
When the falling snow reminded me that it was time to shower
Far be it from me to get too close
To a man under the middle of an overdose
I'm going upstairs to get my seminal suit-y
Then I'm going downtown to get me some booty
A highbrow hausfrau, a downtown pow-wow
Uses just a touch of domestic know-how
Booty, criminal booty
Rah, rah, sis-boom-bah, a cop's still dead -- haha!
©2017 Naked World Music/ASCAP