Green Grass - Project Alice

I don’t know what it is anymore
It ain’t kicking a can down the road
It’s not an endless summer drive
Filled with sunshine and iced tea
Or drive-in movies under a starry sky
And the smell of jasmine in the air

Who can define something
That no longer exists?
Like a stretch of blacktop without neon
Or young love with innocence
And frosty root beer floats
Or a moonlit bay filled with boats

Chorus
Freedom is missing
Gone with yesterday’s rain
Freedom is missing
There is nothing left to gain
Freedom is a satchel
That lost all its grain

Those who appreciate it most
Are being shown the door
Those doing the shoving
Have no soul to bore
Just money belts filled
From the executioner’s chore

The Dark Age has ascended
Without a knight in sight
And the hell hounds are howling
From across the River Styx
We’ve just crossed the Rubicon
What comes next, you can’t fix

Chorus
Freedom is missing
Gone with yesterday’s rain
Freedom is missing
There is nothing left to gain
Freedom is a satchel
That lost all its grain
____________________________________________

The world is a quagmire
Of tyrants and scapegoats
Sociopaths run the asylum
If you ain’t with ‘em
You’re against ‘em
And considered a bum

A trip to the store
For a bottle of courage
You encounter the real lunatics
Gloating of their wealth
All bloated and dreary
The picture of pompous health

I don’t face the world
Without a toke
And a cuppa Joe
If you want clarity
And inner peace
It’s the only way to go

Politicians ramble
To hear their own voice
While the sheep listen
Then shout and rejoice
There isn’t one word of meaning
The poppycock of the perverse

Reactionaries everywhere
From sea to shining sea
Not an ounce of critical thinking
Not even at High Tea
Vitriol and spoiled cabbage
Just for you and me

Chorus
I don’t face the world
Without a toke
And a cuppa Joe
If you want clarity
And inner peace
It’s the only way to go

Is there a savior
Clear-minded of purpose
Out there somewhere
Intent to save the day?
Or are we doomed
With an Era of Bad Feeling
In a game we shouldn’t play?

It matters not
To the powers that be
They’re on a high stool
And the drinks are on me
And it’s about to hit the fan
For all the world to see

If You Want Clarity and Inner Peace

I THINK YOU KNOW

This Old Bar

Could’ve been anywhere...
On a Friday night.
Could’ve been somewhere...
Under brighter lights.

But it was here.
This old bar.
Just a jukebox hum,
And laughter,
At nothing.
Talking ‘til the words wore out.

Lean in
This old bar...
Don’t look like much.
Couple of stools.
Counters
Dust.
But in the back corner,
Where time doesn’t start...
It’s holding a piece of my quiet heart.

Could’ve been anywhere...
On a back road.
On a porch swing.
Could’ve been in a tailgate scene.
But it was here.
The neon...
Low.
Stories we told,
That no one else will know.

Lean closer
This old bar...
Don’t look like much.
Couple of stools.
A counter.
Dust.
But in the back corner...
Time still waits.
And darling it's a part of me
In this old bar.

Exhale
Yeah.
This old bar.
_______________________________________________
Fix It. Don't Nix It

We’ve all become bulls
Tuned loose in an arena of fools
The Potomac Basin is overrun
The center of the vast arena
And the bulls charge out
Ready to have their fun

How did we become such spawn
Acing like schoolyard children
Or raucous trailhands full of Who Hit John
The Basin is full of them
And the old oak tree is wrapped
With a bright red ribbon

Chorus
Everybody wants to talk
And nobody wants to listen
They don’t care one lick
The nature of your position
Don’t let the cancel culture nix it
It’s time for us all to fix it

The Dark Con of Man
Spreads throughout the land
Carving a vast chasm
We are in the throes of spasm
We cannot wave it off
As every person has them

Bridge
Love is the answer
Love is the key
Render unto Caesar
That which is Caesar’s
And unto God
The things that are God’s
But don’t for a minute

Try to say it’s the same
Because the Almighty
Has no hand in this game
We have all taken the toxic potion
Trying to wash hands in Neptune’s Ocean

Chorus
Everybody wants to talk
And nobody wants to listen
They don’t care one lick
The nature of your position
Don’t let the cancel culture nix it
It’s time for us all to fix it

This Then That


from the EP "Funny Days" 
available on
open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/10…3Ds20LZwmXCscjae
music.apple.com/us/album/funny-days-ep/1822802207
www.youtube.com/channel/UCm8WMUk78ieCvdKBsnjLuVg

recorded in Area 52 Studio, Saugerties New York
Steve Rust on Bass, Harvey Sorgen on Drums,  Barbara Browning Vocals Imre L. Vocals, Guitars, Hammond organ


FUNNY DAYS FUNNY WAYS
PERDU DANS LE PURPLE HAZE
DANS LA VALLÉE DES SYCOMORES
UN PARADIS ARTIFICIEL
A L’AUTRE BOUT DE L’ARC EN CIEL
ET TANT ET TANT DE TEMPS DEVANT
QU’ON EN VOIT PAS VRAIMENT LA FIN

FUNNY DAYS FUNNY WAYS
PERDU DANS LES CHAMPS DE FRAISES
DANS LES BRUMES DU NEVERMORE

UN PARADIS CONSENSUEL
PEUPLÉ DE FORMES SENSUELLES
AVANT D’ALLER SE FAIRE AVOIR DE L’AUTRE CÔTÉ DU MIROIR

FUNNY DAYS FUNNY WAYS
JUSTE FILER À L’ANGLAISE
ET RESSUSCITER LE MATAMORE

FUNNY DAYS FUNNY WAYS
YELLOW SUNSHINE PURPLE HAZE
ET NO FUTUR DANS L’ANGLE MORT

FUNNY DAYS (Lyrics + notes)

punkin  is a snake . . new mix  A. . with bass  10 / 12 / 25

WELL I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING MYSELF TO KEEP COOL
YES I’M TALKING TO MYSELF YOU STOP ACTING LIKE A FOOL                          
I’M A ROCKER I’M A ROLLER SOMEWHERE OUT THERE MY HEART IS LOCKED IN A LOCKER 
I NEED A SHELTER I NEED A SISTER BUT ALL I HAVE IS NO ONE AS A FLOATER

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING MYSELF TO KEEP COOL YEAH
YES I’M TALKING TO MYSELF SITTING NEXT TO SITTING BULL
COS AND I’M A LOVER NOT A FIGHTER TO ME THIS WORLD IS MUCH TOO MUCH A ROLLER COASTER
I NEED NO BOTHER I NEED A BROTHER
OR ANYONE TO LEND A HAND IT DOESN’T MATTER

TALKING TO MYSELF

AND I’M A CHOOSER NOT A BEGGAR THIN ICE BROKEN GLASS I’M A DANCER
AND I’M A LOSER NOT A WINNER LOOKING UP HIGH FROM DOWN IN THE GUTTER

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING ME JOHNNY BE GOOD
YES I AM TALKING TO MYSELF JUST LIKE YOU KNOW YOUR MOTHER SHOULD
BUT I’M A JOKER I’M A SUCKER I AM MY OWN SELF-MADE TROUBLE MAKER
I GO MEANDER UNDER THE WEATHER LOOKING FOR ONE SWEET SMOOTH OPERATOR 

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF TELLING MYSELF TO LET GO
LET GO!



TALKING TO MYSELF (Lyrics)

Mixdown. PUTIN  - A SNAKE . . MIX B

Project 14 - Remixed 10:30:25    PUNTIN IS A SNAKE   FASTER VERSION

from the EP "Funny Days" by Imre Lodbrog et Sa Petite Amie
available on
open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/10…3Ds20LZwmXCscjae
music.apple.com/us/album/funny-days-ep/1822802207
www.youtube.com/channel/UCm8WMUk78ieCvdKBsnjLuVg
recorded in Area 52 Studio, Saugerties New York
Steve Rust on Bass, Harvey Sorgen on Drums, Imre L. Vocals, Guitars, Hammond organ


TIMOTHY LEARY  LONG TIME
YOU AND I NO SEE
FROM THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN
SHINE ON CRAZY STRAWBERRY
BLURRY IS THE OPEN SEA
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND YOU WILL SEE

EMOTION IN MOTION
THAT’S THE WAY TO FUNCTION
COOLNESS IN A POTION
SPIRITUAL ACTION
TUNE IN TURN ON DROP OUT

TIMOTHY DEARIE OH BABY
IT IS CLEAR TO SEE
FROM THE INSIDE LOOKING OUT
A HORSEMAN WITH NO HORSE
A HORSE WITH NO NAME
LEARN TO BE AND NOT TO BE

EMOTION IN MOTION
CAN YOU FEEL THE SUCCION
CHOCOLATE EXPLOSION
MARTIAN REVELATION
TUNE ON TURN OUT DROP IN

A MID WEEK DAY

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