Workingday Blues (1979)
You get up every morning
For another day so boring
Lord, you got some workin’ to do
You ride on crowded buses
Put up with the fusses
It’s all part of payin’ your dues

Your friends sit there and scoff
Say, “Why don’t you take th day off?”
But you just turn and say
I got no more time to play
I gotta work
I gotta job
I gotta be a man
I gotta work
I got plans
Friday we’ll do the town

You save for waterbeds
But blow it all on reds
Or maybe a little something to toot
And as you do your tasks
You think but never ask
What’ll I do Sunday for food?

The alarm starts it’s ringing at six o’clock
You put on yesterday’s funky socks
The world is always moving, it never seems to stop
If you’re late today, you’re gonna get docked

You get up every morning
For another day so boring
The every morning workingday blues
No breakfast and no paper
You’ll have to catch it later
It’s Friday and you’re gettin’ paid soon

Now you’re free ‘til Monday
And you got lots of money
All you need is somethin’ to do
At the bank you see a teller
And you just have to tell her
You know honey, tonight there’s a full moon

Workingday Blues

Ward of the State
A grafitti-covered streetcar bell clangs in the distance

Raised voices of -- a young couple arguing
A baby left screaming -- on a doorstep
Taken to the home -- that was never a home
Slept on that same cot -- 14 years of neglect

Not my home -- not my family
Not my home -- not my family
Not my home -- not my family
Not my home -- not my family

Huddled in on myself-- always waiting 
waiting for anyone -- waiting for noone
wanting to be wanted -- by people who never wanted me
always so alone -- with nowhere to go

Not my home -- not my family
Ran away from -- worthless memories
Letting a windblown -- piece of paper guide me
free to wander -- and sometimes dream

I stumbled away -- into the darkness
Into the fantasy universe -- within my mind
my secret refuge -- poverty and pride
in the void of my rebellion -- everything is fine

Hunting for true love -- in the dark
beneath a solitary lamppost -- fog dripping wet
jaded hookers -- sweaty in their war-paint
lost innocence replaced -- by seductive etiquette

I was dream-talking -- with my friend
Star-crossed Sandra -- Princess-Runaway
thinking upside-down -- and end over end
my jumbled thoughts -- overflow my brain

she doesn't care what the cool girls say
she's too busy living free on the street
basking in her waif-like heroin daze
we know each other  - we are each other -- that's right: "we"

Suicide riders -- on the chemical express
trying to regain -- complete unconsciousness
to kill myself gently -- in front of all my friends
the way my own mother -- always would have wanted.

Under the overpass -- the night wind bites me
blowing discarded food wrappers -- to cover me
among the shadows -- against the scribbled wall
warmed by the ashes -- of my dying dreams

wandering through the urban maze of our homeless nation
Spend my days binge-reading the graffiti scenery
Running through the landscape of my imagination
In a non-stop all-night 3D movie

sleeping huddled together -- in an alley off Main Street
or sprawled in gutters -- the dysfunctional elite.
destitute denizens -- more numbed than embittered
I love all of my -- abandoned brothers and sisters.
This is my home  --  This is my family.
This is my home  --  This is my family.
This is my home  --  This is my family.
This is my home  --  This is my family.

Ward of the State

Lady Bring the Light (2018)

I
Fashionably radiant in a tight red dress
I couldn t look away, I must confess
I asked you to dance and you acquiesced
Your smile lit the room and I was blessed

Lead-in
Gleaming lady of the sparkling eyes;
Dispelling the shadows with your smile
Heavenly maiden of timeless grace
Queen of my dreams night and day

Chorus
Lady, you bring the light that shines on me
The touch of your lips awakens me
Lady, you bring the light that makes love grow
Dancing flame inspires, bathes the afterglow

II
Magnificent lady of elegant style
Lovely at dawn, queen of all my nights
Shining star of heaven against the turquoise sky
Princess of the night, crowned in jewels by the light

Lead-in & Chorus

Bridge
She laughs, dancing on the shore of the sea
Beautiful as the hills, smiling playfully
The lady who stretches out her hand to me
The captor of my heart, I never want to be free

Chorus

III
My sweet love, laying close beside my heart
Her loving smile a priceless work of art
She piles up her hair, lets it fall again
Beloved wife who inspires me when I m spent

Lead-in & Chorus x 2

Lady Bring the Light

by Eric Dan & Eric

I’ve suffered through heaven
I’ve suffered through hell
I’m looking at you, but I see somebody else
It’s just a disguise
A treat for the eyes
You’re a bitch, girl, you’re a bitch

Talk of your virtue
But I know you’re loose
I wouldn’t have hurt you
But you put your neck in the noose
You tell your tales
But I know they’re lies
You’re a bitch, girl, you’re a bitch

You’re poison to touch
But I want to so much
You could set me free, but I’ve bottled it up
Your things is to tease
Get ‘em beggin’ you please
You’re a bitch, girl, you’re a bitch

Your pleasure is pain
You think that love is a game
You’re so into greed, you’re a queen of sleaze
A nightmare ain’t just a dream
You’ll see when I make you scream
You’re a bitch, girl, you’re a bitch

(c) 1985

09 - Bitch

by Eric Dan & Eric

I was sitting around here fat and bored
I got $2 million but I want some more
I got a $15,000 limit on my American Express card
I go to the gym, but spend my time at the bar
Yeah yeah I’m a yuppie

I got a blue BMW and it’s almost paid for
I got it to impress people I abhor
I sit behind a desk and push buttons all day
I ain’t worth shit but I demand a raise
Yeah yeah I’m a yuppie

I’ve had a cellular phone since back in ‘83
I’m a real trend-setter it’s plain to see
My parents spent a million putting me through school
I almost graduated, so I’m no fool
Yeah yeah I’m a yuppie

I spend money I don’t have to buy things I don’t need
to impress people I don’t like
Guess we both know what that makes me
Yeah yeah I’m a yuppie

(c) 1985

07 - Yuppie Song

by Eric Dan & Eric & Mike C
(c) 1985
Eric Anders - lead guitar
Dan Everett - rhythm guitar
Eric Wilcox - bass

Recorded at a late night session back in the day.


06 - Quarter To Four

by Eric Dan & Eric

OK boys here we go
It’s time for us to hit the road
What’s the plan? I don’t know
Enjoy the ride, go with the flow
Here we go down the open road
Goin’ places we ain’t seen before

Just another stone’s throw
Perhaps we’ll turn at the crossroads
Trip odometer’s way too low
Drive all night, then some more
Places to see before I get old
Living in the city leaves me stone-cold
Here we go down the open road
Let’s get our asses out the door

Don’t stop until we’re broke
Run outta gas, we’ll call a tow
All the way around the globe
Lookin’ for the girl I’ll love
Here we go down the open road

Racin’ the sun toward the horizon
All the way down to Rosarito
Beer’s cheap and the pace is slow
At Senor Frog’s you can always score
Here we go down the open road
Let’s get our asses out the door

Go man go, don’t care why
Taste freedom under open skies
No turning back, don’t even try
We’re off the beaten track by miles
Spirit of adventure rules our lives
Seeking truth, we’ve heard all the lies
Here we go down the open road
Goin’ places we ain’t been before

(c) 1985

03 - The Open Road

02 - I'm Alone

by Eric Dan & Eric & Mike C

Sittin’ in line at the local VA
Noone sees me, been here all day
I can’t make a move but they don’t care
I just sit here in my wheelchair
Watching as the world walks by
Watching as the world walks by
I just sit here in my wheelchair
Watching as the world walks by

Out on the street, all alone
Stuck with this 2-wheeled chair for a home
I went off to war, lost everything I owned
Discharged me home, a sack of broken bones
Watching as the world walks by
Watching as the world walks by
Discharged me home, a sack of broken bones
Watching as the world walks by

People never look me in the eye
Everyone feels guilty, I wonder why
There’s jobs I can do, but noone lets me try
I think they all wish that I had died
Watching as the world walks by
Watching as the world walks by
I think they all wish that I had died
Watching as the world walks by

(c) 1985


01 - Watching As The World Walks By

by Eric Dan & Eric & Mike C
(c) 1985

Eric Anders - lead guitar
Mike Cooper - harmonica
Dan Everett - rhythm guitar
Eric Wilcox - bass


Hansen Jam

The skies are cloudy gray today
No words are left for me to say
I hear a calling from far away
Through the darkness to light my way

(CHORUS)
I don’t care where the song leads
The empty page is calling me
To find the words that fit the theme
The empty page is calling me

Now I’ve been cast adrift on an endless sea
No inspiration on which to seize
And washed ashore on an empty beach
I wrote this song to set me free

(CHORUS)

(c) 1985

Empty Page

I used to sit alone in my room, play for hours on end
Practice on my tremolo, perfected my bends
Got this band together, with a couple of my friends
We played the Saloon Friday night, started off a new trend

(CHORUS)
Overnight sensation all across the nation
Overnight sensation get your blood to racin’

We’d go watch the guitar wars on Saturday nights
Think you can do better? Hell, I just might
The show starts at ten and goes way past midnight
Come along for the ride, the future is bright

(CHORUS)

I’ll play onstage with a fire, hidden in the smoke
After I clean up, I’ll snort a lotta coke
I’ll move in with a starlet, she’ll teach me all the ropes
And long before I’m thrity, I’ll kill myself on dope

(CHORUS)

(c) 1986


08 - Overnight Sensation

Jumping at Shadows
(Duster Bennett)

As played by Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac


Jumpin' At Shadows

This Generation is On Vacation (1978) 
Ericistotle & the Psychotic Prophets

Kickin’ back, ain’t doin’ shit
Give me money, I’d just lose it
If I had power I wouldn’t use it
On the road of life, I’m just cruisin’

(CHORUS)
This generation is on vacation
We don’t give a fuck about your crummy nation
I got problems, but I ain’t gonna face ‘em
This generation is on vacation

Don’t speak to me of apathy
Or of my place in history
Your opinions don't mean shit to me
I’m already older than I ever thought I’d be

(CHORUS)


This Generation Is On Vacation

My first attempt at using overdubs, the vocal and rhythm guitar were recorded in 1982, drums, bass, synth and lead guitar parts were added recently using a Tascam digital recorder and Audacity.


Where Were You When I Needed You?  (c) 1982
We’ve been breaking up and making up
For too long, I’ve had enough
I used to think that I needed you
Now when you leave I don’t even argue

(CHORUS)
I remember the pain in your eyes when you said that we were through
I remember falling in love with those eyes too
Where were you when I needed you
Now I sit here singing all alone
Where were you when I needed you
Now there’s noone there when I go home

You’re out somewhere, anywhere but here
Jetting off to Dubai or hell, I don’t care my dear
Tired of playing the same blame games
Status quo, we always go our separate ways

(CHORUS)

Your bags are packed, you’re at the door
We’ve played this scene so many times before
I’ve heard it all so I know the score
When you leave I don’t care anymore

(CHORUS)



Where Were You When I Needed You?

I Sit by the Bay  (c) 2013
I sit by the bay
Hours become days
Sit and watch while the years roll away
I remember the old days
Long ago and far away
I know that there's no going back again

(Chorus)
How can the world be so cold?
What if all things were gold?
In the morning you come out and your town’s been sold
Do you ever feel too old?
Go out and get rolled
Just wait until all of those fools have been polled

Can you still feel the pain?
Do you hear my refrain?
Does the sky up above seem dimmed to your brain?
Know that I’m not to blame
Don’t move, or even strain
Those women up above are just the choosers of the slain

Chorus

I sit by the bed
The old man is dead
I know years ago that he died in his head
The other’s faces are red
Their hearts full of dread
They know that I wish it was them there instead

Chorus

I sit by the bay
Hours become days
Sit and watch while the years roll away
I remember the old days
So long ago and far away
I know that there's no turning back the page

Written after my father passed away~

07 - I Sit By The Bay

I Don't Know What To Say To You Tonight (1982-demo)

I used to awake in your embrace
But now I don't want to see your face
I used to want to see you every day
But now you're driving me away

(Chorus)
I don't know what to say to you tonight
I shouldn't have to prove that I'm right
You don't think I'll leave but I just might
I don't know what to say to you tonight

I don't really want to walk away
But there's no way that I can stay
It's just the same old shit every day
There must be some words I could say, but

(Chorus)

I had a dream we'd always share our lives
Those dreams mean less and less as time goes by
Beautiful eyes can hide such cynical lies
I wish I could see what you're feeling inside

(Chorus)


I Don't Know What To Say To You Tonight (1982-demo)

Where Have All the Blondes Gone?
I remember the summer of ‘82
I know it didn’t mean much to you
But I knew this girl with hair like golden rain
Those warmer days always bring
sights and sounds that take me back again
Long ago seems like yesterday

Where have all the blondes gone?
They’re in Catalina with the Beach Boys on
It’s a sad song about the girl who went away
Way back in ‘82
At Catalina me and you
Most days we’d just go out and cop some rays

That golden summer so far away
Just before you went away
Waking up with you meant so much to me
Not a cold December night goes by
That I don’t sit back as the fire burns high
And think back on how it all used to be

Where have all the blondes gone?
They’re in Catalina with the Beach Boys on
It’s a sad song song about the girl who went away
I spent that summer making love to you
We sang every song we knew
And at dawn we’d go out and catch the waves

Those times we danced in the old ballroom
Those days and nights were gone too soon
In mid-September the kids started going home
By late October the club shut down
The greatest summer was winding down
The blondes had all taken off for parts unknown

Where have all the blondes gone
This time of year when the sun is gone
It’s grey outside and the nights are cold and long
We had a gig there on the beach
In a place called the Inn of the Hidden Reef
In June I’m going back where I belong



Where Have All The Blondes Gone?

Lil Anna 
by Xander Wilcox

My first recorded collaboration with my son Alex (https://soundcloud.com/xanderwilcox), who composed the song and played guitar. 

I added the rhythm section.

Enjoy!



Little Anna

Ancient Aliens (c) 2014
Another eternal truth has been revealed to me
I know it must be true, I’ve seen it on TV
Sasquatch is living in Yosemite
Hangin’ out with ET in the back country

(Chorus)
Maybe this fall I’ll head on back to school
And finish my degree at the Institute
And spend spring break in the Bermuda Triangle with you
We’ll read Chariots of the Gods and Roswell too
So what if the mainstream says we’re fools
We’ll study Ancient Aliens, me and you

UFOs just sighted cruising Stinson Beach
I don’t care what you know, it’s enough that I believe
Prof Von Daniken explained it all to me
The pyramids were built by ancient aliens

Chorus

Pros Tsoukalos with the crazy Einstein hair
Says students like myself are all too rare
He’s my instructor and advisor and department chair
Those ancient aliens were everywhere

Chorus

Let’s go down to Machu Pichu, I’ll meet you there
Then off to Stonehenge for the solstice fair
Here come the saucers, but don’t be scared
The lines of Nazca can only be seen from the air

Chorus




04 - Ancient Aliens

Get It On
(c) 1971 by Marc Bolan
T.Rex from the album Electric Warrior


Get It On

Ready To Roll 

Brakes locked, outta control
Steam spewing out from a broken hose
Asphalt burning hurts my nose
Peeling rubber down the open road

Let me go, I’m ready to roll
My LA girl’s just up the road
This rocket motor ain’t just for show
Let me go, I’m ready to roll

Torque stand on your toes
Gears grind, speed’s still too slow
Boost the mixture and gimme more
Switching gears, here we go

Let me go, I’m ready to roll
My East Bay girl’s just up the road
This rocket motor ain’t just for show
Let me go, I’m ready to roll

Sparks fire, engine roars
Exhaust flames light the afterglow
Turbocharged fuel injectors blow
Miles scream by as the pistons explode

Let me go, I’m ready to roll
My Portland girl’s just up the road
This rocket motor ain’t just for show
Let me go, I’m ready to roll

I’m a speed king, flying down the road
Let me go, I’m ready to roll
I’m a highway star, you gotta know
Let me go, I’m ready to roll


(c) 2013 by Eric Wilcox


Ready To Roll

Kentucky Whiskey

(CHORUS)
Give me Kentucky Whiskey
Some Maker’s Mark would do me right
Give me Kentucky Whiskey
Pass that jug round one more time

One day in Kentucky
I saw a woman lookin’ at me
I said if you wanna party
You better visit Knob Creek with me
Yes mam’am, you better cum with me

(CHORUS)

A tall man in a black hat
A slow smile twists his lips
He whipped out a bottle
Of Jim Beam and slowly sipped
Well Jack, might be time to switch

(CHORUS)

Bridge

So mix me up some bourbon whiskey
Cooked on Evan Williams’ private still
Let it age in oaken barrels
Then we’ll get high on Heaven Hill
Just outside of Louisville

(CHORUS)

Give me Kentucky Whiskey
Some Four Roses would do me right
Give me a shot of whiskey
Pass that jug here one more time

Kentucky Whiskey

Sung to the tune of Jingle Bells:

Trump-tard Trolls

Music: Mr Entertainer Karaoke version of “Jingle Bells”
Words: Eric Wilcox (c) 2017

(Chorus)
Trump-tard Trolls, Trump-tard Trolls
"Hey, let's build a wall!"
They spend their days posting hateful bile
and their nights suckin Putin's balls
Hey Trump-tard Trolls, Trump-tard Trolls
Every word's a lie   
Evangelicals all sold their souls
to the orange antichrist

Filling up the swamp
with billionaire pond-scum
Defunding your healthcare
Laughing all the way
Screwing the middle class
Outsourcing every job
Oh what fun to start new wars 
and rob taxpayers blind

(Chorus)

Stigmatizing every race
Privatizing the VA
Stealing your Social Security
and lying all the way
Making up fake news
Acting like a child
He's making hate so great
Let's all yell 'sieg heil!'

(Chorus)

Trump-tard Trolls

Mr. Banker
Mr. Banker counts his money
Thinks it’s funny
When the bank forecloses on a family home

Mr. Banker denied their loan
Crushed their dreams of owning a home
Sent all the money to his cousin in Barbados

Mr Banker is very devout
When his firm’s in default
Sleazy bastards need another taxpayer bailout

Mr. Banker’s customers got played
He sold them toxic waste
“It’s really very safe – see Moody’s rated it triple-A”

Mr. Banker loves his fees
Loves his doomsday machine
Loves a good portfolio pyramid scheme

Mr. Banker gets his money for free
Has his Washington whores working 
On new ways of screwing you and me

Mr Banker

S.T.F.U.

I’ve Got a Feeling (1983)
She’s a little lady from the other side of town
She’s a little lady who likes to fool around
She’s the sweetest thing you ever lost or found
She can turn a boy into a man

(CHORUS) 
She’s the queen of the underground
Runnin' wild all over town
She leaves a trail of broken hearts when she's gone
My pulse starts poundin' when she turns it on
I’ve got a feeling
I’ve got a feeling she should be
I’ve got a feeling she should be with me

She’s got looks to kill and that’s no fooling
Most days you find her laying out by the pool
Guys line up to walk with her to school
The crowd parts when she steps into the room

(CHORUS)

She's a little lady who's a master of temptation
She's not averse to any experimentation
She's gonna make you feel every sensation
She's sweeping across the nation

(CHORUS)

I've Got a Feelin'

Prophets of Doom / Profits of Doom
A new massacre every day, broadcast live on cable TV
Just another hate-fueled whacko's murder spree
No one can even count how many have died
Arms dealers maximize profits selling guns far and wide

(Chorus)
Everybody's quoting from the prophets of doom
They say the world will end and it'll happen real soon
Endless war's good for business -- fuels their economic boom
They've really made a killing on the profits of doom

So many bloggers, with so much to say
Self-appointed prophets predict the end of days
Bullshit politicians offer up thoughts and prayers
The ice caps disappear while they argue climate change

(Chorus)

The parishioners slowly lose their simple minds
Wondering how the hell they've all been left behind
Every idiot looking for a cave in which to hide
Repent all you sinners, the end is nigh

(Chorus)

Your guru points out the holy signs which point the one true way
Then you realize he never made it through eigth grade
There's no paradise for killers, they burn in hell fire
Your preacher's full of shit, it's all a fucking lie

(Chorus)

Prophets of Doom / Profits of Doom

Soweto (1984)

Soweto
Oh let them go
Out of Soweto

In Cape Town black people have their place 
kept apart because of their race 
Why should people have to live on their knees
When all they want is to live in peace

All their tribal homelands
were stolen by the white man
Oh let them go
Out of Soweto

Mr Botha's theories of apartheid
Can neither slow nor stem the rising tide
A land of slaves who would be free
Cannot be ruled by emergency decree

Hitler would've loved you
Jesus wouldn't touch you
Oh let them go
Out of Soweto

When the many must suffer for what the few believe
It's a symptom of a nation's disease
Stop it now before more blood spills
Or soon the streets and gutters will fill

All their tribal homelands
were stolen by the white man
Oh let them go
Out of Soweto

Stuck the landless people in a sewage farm
built a fence around it the guards are armed
No resources, no hope, outta luck
Nothing left to do but rise up

All their tribal homelands
were stolen by the white man
Oh let them go
Out of Soweto

Soweto (1984)

Songwriter / multi-instrumentalist

All songs (c) by Eric Wilcox unless noted otherwise.

Eric Wilcox

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