You could be a sinner
Keep getting thinner
Went swimming after dinner
And sank like a beginner
Don't care what the neighbors saw
They didn't have to call the law
We were playing quick draw
Pulled a chord from my jaw

You can feed the alligator
Just don't make me sadder later

If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind

From the day I knelt
We have had a mind melt
Played the cards that we were dealt
A life without a seatbelt
Smoke until our lungs are black
Calling in the medevac
Popped all the bubble-wrap
I knew this was a booby-trap

I'm on needles and pins
Somebody cue the violins because

If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind

We've got a beautiful love yeah
We've got a beautiful love yeah

No pink bouquet romantic cliche
But yeah - we've got a beautiful love
No church bell ringing no bluebird singing
But yeah - we've got a beautiful love
Singing in the nightclub swinging in a hot tub
Hey - we've got a beautiful love
Now I'm taking you home to our furry little pleasure dome

Back in New Amsterdam
We didn't even give a crap
Never really had a plan
Bigger than a subway map
Now you're getting shampooed
Wearing those paper shoes
I can't even transfuse
Because of bad tattoos

We had an understanding
Neither one of us would be the last one standing

If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind

We've got a beautiful love yeah
We've got a beautiful love
We've got a beautiful love
We've got a beautiful love
We've got a beautiful love
We've got a beautiful love

We've Got A Beautiful Love

It’s time 
To forget
That old clock upon the wall
It’ll get you yet
You don’t need to fight 
Because the war’s been won
But you feel the pain
And you don’t know where it’s coming from

Everything that’s growing
Starts from a seed
Every desire
Starts with a need
Gotta keep on changing
Until your love is free

When we were children
We were playing games
See the pieces moving
But the whole thing seems strange
You feel the eyes upon you
As the crowd calls out your name
And you feel the guilt
But you don’t accept the blame

‘cause you know what they told you
What they want you to be
The world that they showed you
Is just the world that they see
Gotta keep on changing
Until your love is free

Time To Forget

I’m sitting on top of 54th Street
Taking in the Seagrams
Up where every window stares right back at you
Mies van der Rohe I hope you go to hell
Although I must admit it’s quite a view

I’ll take a double dry martini
Drink to my lost youth
Gotta lie my way out of this Park Avenue toll booth
You pay to get in and you pay to get out
Might be a sin but there ain’t no doubt in my mind
I’ve got this sinking feeling
It’s what I call my point of view

I live at the Waldorf Astoria in my expense account pajamas
Room service has my future all arranged
Bring me a bottle of the house euphoria and charge it to my name
They collect the bills but I never see any change

Don’t wait up for me tonight
I’m gonna take that midnight flight
I think I may, I think I might
Just don’t wait up for me
Don’t wait up for for me

The taxi cabs cruise up and down the Avenue
Like a yellow revolving door
And the helicopters never even touch the ground
I’m sitting on top of 54th Street

Taking in the view
I guess I always knew it’s a long way down
But you get madder and madder as you climb up the ladder
And the air starts getting thin

Nobody ever admits what everybody knows
You’ can’t get to the top because the elevator stops
When it reaches the 65th floor
And that gold watch says it’s time for you to go

Get a double dry martini and take it up to the roof
Gotta fly my way out of this Park Avenue toll booth
You pay to get in and you pay to get out
I know it’s a sin but there ain’t no doubt in my mind
I’ve got this sinking feeling
It’s what I call my point of view

Park Avenue Toll Booth

My baby wants to go to cat school
I guess she’s gonna get her way
My baby digs those cool cool cats
Down Greenwich Village way
I spent a lot of money, bought her fancy clothes
But when I try to kiss her she wrinkles up her nose
My baby really digs the cat school cat school cats
Cool cats cool cats

We’re living up here in the Catskills
I guess our life is pretty slow
She reads her magazines and she fixes up her hair
But there’s really no place to go
I though I was in heaven - she thought I was a real “L7”
Guess I shouldn’t complain
Baby really digs the cat school cat school cats
Cool cats cool cats

I like to hang with my own kind of people
I’ve always been that way
She wants to go out and see the world
Guess I shouldn’t complain

I like to hang with my own kind of people
I’ve always been that way
She wants to go out and see the world
Guess I shouldn’t complain

Baby really digs the cat school
I think she’s gonna get her way
My baby digs those cool cool cats
Down Greenwich Village way
I spent a lot of money and bought her fancy clothes
But when I try to kiss her she wrinkles up her nose
My baby really digs the cat school cat school cats
Cool cats cool cats

My baby digs the cat school cat school cats
Cool cats cool cats

Cat School

I’m not mad and I’m not mean
But look at all these human beings
Splattered on my TV screen
I got to fight war

I’ve got a girl who understands
We got a lot of future plans
Like a baby in each of my hands
I got to fight war

What are you asking me for?
I don’t know the first thing

They say the Left ain’t really strong
They say the Right is really wrong
Send them all back to Vietnam
And let ’em fight war

Give me a bong and Playstation
Some dirty Japanese animation
Hell yes… I can build you a nation
Let me fight war

What are you asking me for?
I don’t know the real thing
But every time I hear that sound
I know I’ll end up underground

Fight war! Fight war! Fight war! Fight war! Fight war!

It’s a first person shooter game
And you’re allowed to kill and maim
In real life it’s just a shame
We gotta fight war

We ought to fight hate ideas
Save a couple of trees I guess
And if you want to be free then yes
You got to fight war

I’m not mad and I’m not mean
Just another human being
Dying on your TV screen
What the fuck… I was just nineteen

Fight war! Fight war! Fight war! Fight war! Fight war!
What are you asking me for?
I don’t know the real thing
But every time I hear that sound
I know I’ll end up underground

Fight war! Fight war! Fight war! Fight war! Fight war!
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Fight War

Girl got nice boots
Sparkle-stripe pant suit
Working at a photo-shoot
Kinda freaky

Dude got a nice car
Dresses like a drug czar
Plays a lot of air guitar
Kinda creepy

She followed the wrong star
Doesn’t understand
What she’s doing in Marina Del Mar
With this kind of man

He came out of Fargo
Had a local TV show
Went as far as he could go
But never said it

Met her at a screen test
A back room in Key West
She was always second best
Didn’t get it

He followed the wrong star
Not what he planned
Laying low in Marina Del Mar
With his head in the sand

Someday we’ll hit LA
Take that town by storm
Until then we’ll be OK
Staying loaded and warm

His fantasy diorama 
A trouble-free sugar mama
Smoking in his pajamas
With a pistol

She’s a little bi-polar
Thought she had a high-roller
Both of them lost their molars
From the Crystal

They followed the wrong star
Not what they planned
Dry dreams in Marina Del Mar
Crinkled and tanned

They followed the wrong star
Not what they planned
Burning out in Marina Del Mar
Hand in hand

Wrong Star

You got no manners, got no sense
Got no good excuse for your ignorance
You got no honey 'cause you want a slave
Got no money 'cause you refuse to save

You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull

Got no friends 'cause you’re not nice
Everything you think you know you learned by doing twice
Want something for nothing so you roll the dice
But you crap out every time and refuse to pay the price

Got no voice I think you missed the boat
Got no choice and you don't even vote
You tell me you’ve got pull, you tell me you’ve got influence
It’s just a bunch of bull, just a bad coincidence

You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull

You drive a great big car, makes you feel like a man
Don’t go very far just as fast as you can
You got no respect for anyone you meet
You point out all their defects, you think that you can beat them
At their own game, make them taste humiliation
Gonna make them feel your pain when you take out your frustration

You wanna push ‘til they give up
Gonna push ‘til they submit
Push ‘til we cry uncle
Gonna push us down and make us feel like shit because

You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull

More Push Than Pull

I’m not talking ‘bout the wax on my floor
Not talking ‘bout the wax in my ears
I’m not talking ‘bout a rap on my door
Or anything you hear
Or anything you've read
Or anything you might have written

Wack synapse hits my brain

I’m not talking ‘bout polishing my car
Or going for a ride
Not talking ‘bout whacking a baseball hard enough
To get an inside-the-park homerun
I’m just talking about the way that it feels

When a wack synapse hits your brain
You get a big idea and they tell you it’s insane
But then a black black day begins to look OK

I got an idea
Made a plan
Which gives me hope
Now all I need is a five-gallon can
A couple of paperclips
And a piece of rope

I’ve not fallen from my tree
Just up to see what I can see

I’m not talking ‘bout whacking my boss
Or yanking my dental floss
Not thinking ‘bout rhyming every stupid word
Until I get my point across
Just talking about the way that it feels

When a wack synapse hits your brain
You get a big idea and they tell you it’s insane
But then a black black day begins to look OK

I got an idea
Made a plan
Which gives me hope
Now all I need is a radiator fan
About a dozen hula-hoops
And a bucket of soap
Gonna make spectacular trouble
Once I find my hose

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Wack Synapse

There are rainbows and antennas that whisper in the night
With silence in my heart I recognize
The morning is not far I see the fading of the stars
Memory of the day precedes the light

Sometimes in the morning when I look upon the hill
They’re crawling through the shrubs around my house
With an ominous kind of patience that reminds me of my Daddy
With an emptiness that time could never fill

We stood there side by side with reflections in our eyes
Of a rainbow that touched the both horizons
And the air above my hair became a sickened shade of bronze
My eyes prepared to watch the sun arising

Sun is arising

I’m standing on the border and I can’t find any water
I can’t find any air and I can’t find any seeds I’d like to throw
There’s a dust storm on a lake and it’s headed this way
I just can’t believe I suffered such a blow

Sitting on your sofa with your head against my elbow
I spent the evening listening to your lies
Now I’m watching from the exit all the teardrops on the pavement
Like the teardrops on my shoulder
Like the teardrops that are waiting in my eyes

For you

Teardrops waiting in my eyes for you
Teardrops waiting in my eyes

Teardrops Waiting

I was born in New England
Lived here all my life
Got a three bedroom house in the suburbs
With my two kids and my first wife
Went to university, got a degree
I must have learned a thing or three
But I never learned the right way
To hang a tire swing from the old oak tree

I’m not country
I never owned a pickup truck
Don’t drink too much or get in fights
Never been down on my luck
I never rode a painted pony
Across a meadow fresh with dew
But if I’m ever born again my friend
That’s the first thing that I’ll do

Got a picture of the Smokey Mountains
Taped to my office wall
Down at the local pub
I pretend a southern drawl
I put Cash on the jukebox
‘cause he makes my heart ache
Staring out the window at the taxicabs
I think God must have made some cruel mistake

‘cause I’m not country
Never plowed a field of corn
I never rode in an eighteen-wheeler
Or even blew the horn
Never made love to my sweetheart
Beneath the sky so blue
But if I’m ever born again my friend
Gonna do that too

I’ve been to London and Paris
Beijing and Bangkok too
Sipped martinis with the jet-set in New York City
So why am I blue?
Because I’d rather be alone on an old dirt road
Just kickin’ stones
I’ve never been to West Virginia
And to me that sounds like home

But I’m not country
That’s just songs on the radio
I ain’t goin’ down to Nashville
To that ol’ opry show
Never wore a cowboy hat or boots
Never chug-a-lugged a brew
But you’d better believe in my next life
That’s the third, fourth and fifth thing I’m gonna do

I’ll never own a pickup truck
I don’t drink too much or get in fights
Never been down on my luck
I never rode a painted pony
Across a meadow fresh with dew
But if I’m ever born again my friend
That’s the first thing that I’ll do
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I'm Not Country

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Barstool encounter with an old school chum
Who is the prettiest girl you see?
Over there serving beer to a bum
Lately she’s been coming to me

In my dreams

Black lips 
Red bolero
White lies in my 
Blue Camaro

Hey we got a problem here?
Too much flirting with other guys
Ignoring me for the past few years
Just part of her cruel disguise

I am in love with your dream
Suffer and wait downstream

It was a lightning strike
Little toe turned indigo
Shakin’ all the way down the pike
Oh my little sparrow

Started when she was nice to me
Tried to say but she said zero
Postcards laced with hyperbole
From the parking lot anti-hero

I am in love with your dream
Get ready for the trouble team

Chummy scared about the dream we shared
Tried to go but I say no no
Don’t drive man you seem impaired
Get in the back of my blue Camaro

I am in love with your dream

Left it on a sandbar
Somewhere in Ontario
Double scar in a muscle car
Admissible bones and marrow

Blue Camaro

I’m growing old before my eyes
But I’m young enough to be surprised
That you would take away my rights
For getting in a couple of fist fights

It’s hot downtown tonight
Cool in the North and West
Teens in the suburbs
I’m living under house arrest !

Mamma’s upstairs praying
That I didn’t get my daddy’s genes
But she’s got no idea that I ain’t staying
One minute, one hour past eighteen

I know that it’s hot downtown tonight
Cool in the North and West
Teens in the suburbs
I’m popular because I’m clinically depressed

Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs

Just want to be cool

Don’t wanna live to be an accountant
I don’t wanna sell stocks
I don’t wanna work for some rat-face jerk
I just wanna rock!

I will never confess
To smoking in the school yard
Or staring down the teacher’s dress
She didn’t make it all that hard
Don’t know half the stuff I ingest anymore
Looking for a way out

I know that it’s hot downtown tonight
Cool in the North and West
Teens in the suburbs
I put my life to the acid test

Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs

Don’t wanna live to sell insurance
Don’t wanna stay in school
I don’t wanna just say no anymore, Mamma
I wanna be cool

You never let me be cool!

Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs

Just want to be cool

Teens In The Suburbs

Fog comes rolling over the mountain
Like an angel dressed in white
Trickles through the drinking fountain
Here comes the light

Sitting underneath a crooked tree
Dotted sunlight is so fine
Singing like the breeze ‘cause it sings like me
With all the love that I can rhyme

It’s so easy to be kind

So I don’t know why you’re sleeping downstairs
I don’t know why it seems like you don’t care
I can’t understand what you’re not saying
There’s a bit of violence there in the games you’re playing

You lie that everything’s OK at school
But come home with a black eye
You outta just walk away it’s cool
Don’t be that guy

It’s so easy to be kind
If you try

So I don’t know why you’re sleeping down there
I don’t know why you seem so scared
I think you’re not aware of what you’re doin’
There’s a taste of violence there in the beef you’re chewin’

You’ll fight them all
Down at the mall
They are your friends
You want revenge

Take your magazine
To the mezzanine
They are fifteen they are fifteen

The final scene
Shot from the mezzanine
They are fifteen they are fifteen
Shot from the mezzanine

I don’t know why you’re lying down there
Another sunny day ends in despair
It’s not fair and never justified
Just another pile of pain to be brushed aside

You’re lying underneath that crooked tree
Dotted sunlight is so fine
I’m singing like the breeze ‘cause it sings like me
All the missing love I rhyme

Violence

Thing about the Great Wall
Once you've seen a piece of it you've seen it all. 	
Seriously!

You can build a big stone boat
Cover it with the sex organs of plants and call it a float
Or you could take your own life seriously

You might want to call your kids flotsam and jetsam
Maybe you aspire to be the world's biggest slob
Maybe you're a go-getter, better go out and get some
Get a wife and have a dog named Bob

But you've got no time for fun
Gotta cover your tracks and load your gun
Take your own life seriously

At the beach or at the mall
You could rake the sand or you could sweep the hall
You might want to take your schoolwork seriously

You ought to play basketball in South Carolina
Maybe you could study those little moon rocks
Or sell a bell for every bicycle in China
Bring your money back home and play the stocks

Like a bird who cannot fly
Just pick a funny name and learn how to jump real high
Why don't you take your own life seriously?

Drop a clock to the bottom of the sea
Put one on the moon and give a third one to me
I will discredit your logic permanently

I can prove that chaos is rational
I can prove anarchy is divine
I can prove that a single object
Can really be in two places at one time

When I'm dead and I'm gone
Some will call me right and some will call me blond
But all will agree I took my own life seriously

Thing about the Great Wall
Once you've seen a piece of it you've seen it all!
And you can take your own life seriously

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Take Your Life Seriously

Eric Michael Jones is an award winning songwriter and artist who has a flair for creating music with unexpected elements. Woven through words and melody, each song is a montage of lyrical imagery. Working from a rock and roll palette he captures the energy from British Invasion to Americana, and has evolved his own engaging sound with a fierce edge.

Based in United States, and growing up in different continents with international cultural influences, Jones found music and art to be a natural way of expressing feelings and abstract concepts. Themes like disillusionment and anxiety might be wrapped in a bouncy pop-rock song. Or, uplifting and hopeful sentiments passed through darker, brooding tunes. "If a person is absorbed in the vibe you can sneak in a message. Composing and producing my own music, and collaborating with others, keeps me ever changing and growing. Thanks for listening. If my music speaks to you, follow me to hear the latest releases."

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