Out of the Box September 2022
Wit and wisdom from Liz Truss, the ex- prime minister of the UK and ex-leader of the Conservative Party (she lasted only 44 days!)

Trussed Up

Another track from my EP "Short Songs For Tall People"
Lyrics:
You say your name is society and you think you’re sick?
Sit down, patient, and I’ll examine you!
Uh huh, just what I thought:
That complexion of yours--grey as a flophouse bed sheet.
Your breath--reeking of smog and sewer gas!
Headaches? What do you expect, with nothing but cash registers clanging inside your empty skull?

I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
I've got an electric bongo
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
I howl, I scowl
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O

Of course your stomach hurts!
You’ve swallowed too many dreams, too many hopes, and turned them into one gigantic ulcer.
Look out—your hands are trembling—any minute now and you may drop a bomb!

I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
Steely Dan's a dildo
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
I play pinball
I play Pachinko
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O

I’ve got news for you, society—you’re not sick, you’re dead!
Solid Baby!
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
I've got an electric bongo
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O

And I’m going to bury you and dance the twist on your grave!
Solid Baby!
(Punctuated by finger snaps and applause.)
Audio clip from public domain movie "Big Kick"

Beatnik Daddy-O

In This Life

MIX/MASTER - WOODS STUDIO
https://soundcloud.com/woods_studio

(SCROLL DOWN FOR DELETED VERSES I WROTE IN SOME KIND OF FIT!)

You’ve got me where you want me		
What more can I say
You’ve got me where you want me
I wouldn’t have it any other way

It wasn’t as if I was some busy bee then
Pollen falling out of my hair   
Well I had my share		
Guess I had my share             
But did someone care?                           
Who was there to care?     
My heart grew weary
I told myself “dearie”
A true love is mighty rare


You pulled me out of hiding
You know that you did
You pulled me out of hiding
I admit I wasn’t well hid

I don’t claim that anyone called me reclusive
But no one really came round to check
Was it self neglect
Yeah it was self neglect
What did I expect?
What did I expect?
I couldn’t gain traction
Afraid to take action
You lifted me off the deck

You know what you did
You know what you did
Who you trying to kid
You know what you did

You told me ‘sit and listen’
The lecture was stern
You told me ‘sit and listen’
I know I've lots more to learn 
And then it’s your turn

You know what you did!
Got what you wanted
You know what you did
Who you trying to kid?
You know what you did

DELETED VERSES


You woke me from a slumber
I opened one eye lid
You woke me from a slumber
And then you know what you did

You worked me like field oxen
For my room and board
You worked me like field oxen
We both know whose ox got gored

You paint a pretty picture
Designed to entrance
You paint a pretty picture 
But come on - don’t call this romance 

you tossed me a banana 
said you might need a snack
you tossed me a banana 
an hour later - you wanted it back

you light me like a candle
As evening descends 
you light me like a candle 
Yeah a flame at both ends 
I recognize the message that sends

you rolled me like a barrel 
down a steep hill
you rolled…
i crushed poor jack and jill

You pinned me in the corner
Knocked me back on my heels
You pinned me in the corner
How do I deal with all of the feels?

You played me like a golf course
You know what you’ve done
You played me like golf course
Hope you’re happy with that hole-in-one

You led me to the stable
After a ride I won’t soon forget
You led me to the stable
I was still panting and wet

I struggled with my conscience 
with all my might
I struggled with my conscience 
You know who won that fight

You talked me out of talking
said it’s just between us
You talked me…
But I think they've all seen us

you ruined me for the others
if any might care
you ruined me…
You know they can’t compare

Sexagenarian III

You Know What You Did

'Does The Flame Ever Go Out' was a question I asked myself recently whilst sitting in my music studio. This track was the answer to my question.

Lost Footprints In The Sands Of Time

Does The Flame Ever Go Out

© 2023 Pantomime Riot

Black leather and a six-inch wedge
Cold wind at the scraper's edge
Deny your program as the vortex rolls
Laughing at the closets in their pigeonholes
Insane they’ll twist inside out
Scared faces that begin to shout
They never got it and they never will
Waiting mouths open for a media fill

You never know until it hits close range
The dark aroma sends the kids deranged
White knuckles on the feris wheel
The jagged razor cuts have all congealed

East escalates as West demands
Grey suits clap and rub their hands
Did you see it on the news at ten
Mad Billy climbed the electronic tower again.
Head back as the rain pours down
Blood pissing from a barbed wire crown
Close sources say it's not that deep
Then climb under their duvets for some beauty sleep

You never know until it hits close range
The dark aroma sends the kids deranged
White knuckles on the feris wheel
The jagged razor cuts have all congealed

Cars scorch through the narrow streets
Smoke rises as they overheat
But no one listens to the rider's joys
Pushing in their silver earbuds to avoid the noise
Chaos renders and the waves collapse
Walls tremble as the mantle cracks
Crowds travel to the northern lights
To fly their tired banners and defend their rights

You never know until it hits close range
The dark aroma sends the kids deranged
White knuckles on the feris wheel
The jagged razor cuts have all congealed

Phone hangs from an android’s arm
Firewalls keep you safe from harm
Creeps smiling coz they think they’ll win
As they push another chip under your fragile skin
An angel swings from the hangman's noose
Armed response let the jackals loose
But if they hurry there will just be time
To turn their fucking script into a pantomime

You never know until it hits close range
The dark aroma sends the kids deranged
White knuckles on the feris wheel
The jagged razor cuts have all congealed

CLOSE RANGE

a song expressing the recognition of the existence of God and that God is everywhere.  

Written and performed : Johnny 

Let Your Love Reign Down

When letting go is all that you have left

Anchors And Chains

A Transatlantic Jam with stellar guitarist Neno J. 
Check out Neno J. on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/vb3YF

Artwork is by my friend's Ukrainian born 
Wife, Margaryta Yermolayeva. Please check out her works at...

ebay.com/str/bestpostcards
margaryta-yermolayeva.pixels.com
rytamargaret@hotmail.com

Me and Neno J. greatly appreciate you giving it a listen!

J.J.

Always With You (Collab. with Mr. Neno J.)

Jagged Edges Of Destiny

Drowning

NOTICE: I DO NOT PAY FOR PROMOTION. EVER.

SPOTLIGHT: With "Half My Life" and "we get so lonely we could die," Sexagenarian Vol VI now has eleven of its planned 12 tracks. Check out the other five (5!) volumes of Sexagenarian as well. 

BIO: I started writing songs in high school (1969-1973!) and I've pretty much never stopped. These are mostly solo recording projects (my brother, Fog City Fogey, contributes sometimes).  I don't do much self-promotion, not a fan of Repost Exchange etc, so all of you who find this page and like a song or two - you are truly appreciated!

You Know What You Did

CW Mullins