A true story from my heavier drinking days
From my new Album "Friends, they're gonna get your story wrong"
Check it out on Soundcloud under album tab

Lyrics: Well, this is was a very delicate and drunken operation
You see, when you have a wasp nest on the side of your house
You have a couple options
One thing I do know is that Man must always control nature
At least that's what my girlfriend said
One: You can get up on a ladder
Tape a bag around it 
That's a dangerous  proposition
Or you can just call someone to take care of it
But, I'm an all American man!
Yes!

Option #2: You get up on a ladder
With a broom, maybe with an extended handle
Poke at it
The run like hell
You know, a wasp nest is nothing but a pest
I'm a drunken mess!
Yes, yes, yes

Option #3: My friend Chuckie, he said he'd come over
You get up on the ladder, I'll hold your beer in the cosy
You smoke a big bong load of weed
Blow it right into the wasp nest
Multiple times
They'll all go to sleep
Extract the Queen
They'll will all die of heartbreak
Yes, yes, yes!

She said: before you begin
Let me call my friend
Were going to get some wine
And watch you from a distance
And see how a real man gets things done
Yes, yes!

Drinking Chronicles #24:Wasps

Dedicated to those who chase the creative muse
Lyrics:
You'll know it when you feel it
I'd walk into burning buildings just to see it
Yeah, you know it when you feel it
My muse, she never stays around for long
The paint splatter
The ego destruction
The angle of the light
To try to capture the image
In your mind
Yeah, that's right
That's Robert Johnson there at the table
He knows a guy...
Who knows a guy...
Who gets things done
Because every showman knows
You gotta leave a little bit more
For the back row
You will know it when you feel it
The angels, they've got it all wrong
A beautiful sequence of mistakes
It's a beautiful sequence of mistakes

You'll know it when you feel it
I'll walk into abandoned buildings
Just to see it
She never likes to stay around long
She never likes to hear my love songs

And that's why I don't write love songs anymore...

You'll Know It When You Feel It

A song about an old man who feels he's the last rock & roller left from his old band. Dedicated to all musicians still doing it for the love of music.
Lyrics:
I went out to the bars
With some fella's I use to know
From back in the day
Money worries never held us back
You're going to have to roll me away
We were rock and rollers
We never worried about money
Or responsibility
We would just take in everything we'd see
With our young eyes
And now we're here
And we're talking about:
Saving accounts
Home furnishing
And real estate holdings
We end up with 
Shrunken heads and big houses

I say:
Guys, have you given up on the cause?
The cause of rock & roll
Cause I'm still fighting the fight 
Every night
That's right!
But you're worried about:
Your 401K
And can you blame that scratch on the Valet?
They end up with
Shrunken heads and big houses
This suburban life is gonna put me in my grave
Shrunken heads and big houses
They've given up on the cause
For shrunken heads and big houses

Have you given up on the cause?
Of rock & roll
Because I'm still out here fighting the fight every night

Shrunken Heads And Big Houses

I think every home recording musician can relate to this sad lament.
Mixing up some soft rock and hard rock. Also, some flutes (because, they're jazzy cool man!)
Lyrics:
My neighbor
She works all day
She likes to come home
And sleep at night
In the peace and quiet
She tells me to keep my rock & roll down
I'm just trying to make
A little bit of rock & roll history
While I still can
Oh, but she tells me
To keep it real low
Keep it under
30 Db's (30 Db's!)
Oh, please!
I'm walking the walls
Like a church mouse
I'm just a man
And his guitar
Playing into headphones
(playing into headphones!)
When I feel like I need to crank things up
She tells me
"You've got to turn that racket down!"

Ohh I
I'll do everything
I'll play my
Soft marshmallow blues
(marshmallow blues!)
With flutes
I'm just a lonely rocker
Playing guitar
In my headphones
(in my headphones!)

She tells me to keep it down!
To keep it soft!
To keep it low!
To keep it quiet!
That's the way it goes
Now I play my guitar into my headphones
Into my headphones
(In my headphones!)

A Man, His Guitar, Playing Into Headphones

Lyrics:
I tracked down all of my loneliness
I followed it into this place
You were sitting there
How could I not fall in love with that face?
You were getting drunk real fast
You were chasing it
You were trying to make that feeling last
You told me just to let you sit there
And sizzle
(sizzle)
Mmm, when I am gone
I hope you think back on me and smile
And take me where all your good thoughts go
All your good thoughts go
Where your good thoughts go

If you come around town
You'll see me swinging from the trees
When you think back on me
I hope you know
I was pure of heart
I could never follow our plan
I was a bad Buddist
 I was even a worse
Song & dance man
I would always fail
It's like trying to land a 747
Through the mail
When you look back on me
Hope that you smile
Ohh, take me into your frontal lobe
And take me where all those good thoughts go
Take me where all your good thoughts go

Take Me Where Your Good Thoughts Go

A country style sad bastard song. A man sitting at home wondering why she left. Refusing to believe his bad behavior caused any of this. 
Lyrics:
Oh well, that's just about enough degradation for one night
Since you've been gone
I've been taking this sad show out into the light
I have ruined myself for the world

We purchased a big home
With seven rooms
Truckloads of affordable art
All throughout
I don't need to see you
I just needed to feel you
In the dark
Why are the nights so much darker in Dallas? (2X)

You said: I never looked happy
I said: That happiness would just be wasted on me
You said: You hated when I tried to manipulate you
and "I'm the spokesmodel for the bored and the sad"
Why are the nights so much darker in Dallas? (2X)
Darker in Dallas...

Why Are The Nights So Much Darker In Dallas?

Song recipe: Borrow chords from the CCR Songbook that my Dad gave me for my 12th birthday, play some distorted Elmore James guitar licks, shout some vocals, become a human beatbox, add black magic, press record.

Lyrics:
When John met the Devil
The Devil was in a hole
And the Devil said to John:
Give me your hand and I will give you riches like you've never known
Just give me your hand John
I'll give you riches like you've never known
I'll give you a brand new (to you)
Gently used mobile home
Oh, John don't worry about the bad
Cause the bad sleep well
Every single night
I'll leave you lots of whisky and bones
With meat...
Meat on them bones!
You can have all the love that you want
From these bathing beauties
in this Devil factory
It's like a bad restaurant
That's not very good
But you can have all you want
Understood?
One man's good luck charm
Is another man's burden
One man's suicide tree
Is just another man's shade
John, I can give you guile
Vanquish demons
I can keep you in style
Indulge your Id ego
I'll help you keep it under control
Hey John, Let me out of this hole
Get me out of this hole
Give me your hand John!
Your hand John
Lift me up and out of the hole

John Meets The Devil (Act 1)

Ahhh, the 90's Grateful Dead revival years! I dedicate this to the women that I met during a Grateful Dead concert during the early 90's. Never to be seen again, gone like a ray of light. Having some fun with the band name in the title of this one. Thanks for listening!
From the EP "Smilers"
 
Lyrics:
I'm not looking at you , she said
I'm looking a those auras spinning around your head
At this music festival
A Ticketmaster time machine
It's not what's real
It's what you believe

(chorus)She has a way
Of getting into your mind
And she likes to stay
To the morning light
Until that sunshines just right
I feel so gratefully fed
Gratefully fed

All these trust fund kids
Dressed like hippies
She does her hippy dance
She spins and twirls with all her beads
She does her hippy dances
In service to capitalism
She works during the week
At Chase Manhattan
"The friendliest bank in town"
They're the friendliest folks around!
(chorus)
Gratefully fed

Gratefully Fed

From the EP "Smilers" June 2023
Avoid those back alley mechanics! I don't know what the woman in the photo represents, but you're guaranteed 10% more listens on SC with a pretty woman in the song photo.
Lyrics:
If you're having car trouble
Friends, I'm gonna save you some pain
Don't take your car to Bruno's
Washington & Main
Because you'll never be same
Bad mechanic blues

His dog Snot
Yeah, he guards the lot
He doesn't have an invoice
With his name on it
He says: scratch paper is all I've got
Bad mechanic blues

Bad mechanic
I'm starting to panic
But I've got myself to blame
I think I saw him driving my car
20 miles an hour in the fast lane

He's got nothing but excuses
His cousin is sick
And that part don't fit
Then he took my passenger seat out
Now my fat ass has nowhere to sit
Bad mechanic blues

He can't work
He claims he's a victim of a bad romance
You know he's freelance
He says: You're gonna have to pay me later
You're also going to have to pay me in advance
Bad mechanic blues

Bad Mechanic Blues

From the EP "Smilers" June 2023
Lyrics:
I was a fool when I lost you
Spent too many hours on the barstool
Cupid, what did I do?
I'm going to walk down to the Louvre
See all the small paintings
Hung in the big rooms

(Chorus)The most memorable thing about Paris (2X)
Was leaving
To come home to you

I can get my snacks and souvenir t-shirts
At the Catacombs
They have a way of making me feel at home
I'm sorry, that's a heavy metaphor
I walk through the city lights
The city of love (and pain)
I'm drinking expensive bottled French rain
(chorus)
They say:
You must absolutely go down to the night club
It's the place to be
fete toute la nuit
The most memorable thing about Paris
Was leaving to come home to you

The Most Memorable Thing About Paris

Lyrics:
I'm going to meet you there
We're going to act like we are just friends
Let's pretend that I am
Auditioning for my own death
I can keep all your secrets cold
Dark and clean

(chorus)We're gonna meet everybody
At the after show party
Rotten cotton candy cocktails
At the after show party
We're gonna meet everybody
At the after show party
Sickly sweet
Cotton candy cocktails
At the after show party

We're gonna act like we're just friends
We need to figure out
What this is
But, I can keep all your secrets cold
Dark and clean
Let's head out of this scene
(Chorus)
C'mon , let's get out of this place
The after show party
I can keep all your secrets
Clean

The After Show Party

The slow death of a hard drinking ladies man
Lyrics:
After all these years of drinking in this place
They still haven't change the carpet
On that plywood stage
If you want to know about my fall from grace
Just read the roadmap
And the lines on my face
 I'm a post-modern
Existential
Drunk
I use to love the ladies until the sun came up
Not reading books!
Being handsome  is so much harder than it looks

(Chorus)Oh, I don't mean to boast
Your drinking with a good looking ghost
Out looking better than most
The curse of a good looking ghost

The ladies they say Shade:
"When you hit 30, that hard living going to catch up with you"
All that drinking
The pills and the thrills
So I gave up on the sauce
But it  made me so angry
Like devil meeting his new boss
(Chorus)

Satin sheets
You know that I've been down many of the wrong streets
I'm full of medicine
And my bullshit
The ladies seems
So reticent
Hospital wishes
Horoscope kisses
Avoiding the Mr
Of the Mrs
The curse of a good looking ghost
Who knew being handsome is harder than it looks?

Curse Of A Good Looking Ghost

Pictured above is the song author/musician keeping a low profile.
Lyrics:
You know she's an exhibitionist
She likes to talk about her business
And she talks about it loud
10 million followers on the internet
She's an exhibitionist
That's not what I do
When I walk into the room
I am real smooth
You know, if you know me well enough
I like to keep it cool
I like to keep it loose
With a low profile (3X)
I like to keep it loose, I like to keep it cool

Yeah, an exhibitionist
Talk about our business
Talking about it loud
Get those likes
Don't forget to hit that button to subscribe
That's your life, it's not mine
With a low profile (2X)
Keeping it cool
There's are things you're gonna think, but I already knew
With a low profile (3X)

I like to keep it loose
I like to keep it cool
You know, that's what I do
When I walk in a room
I keep my low profile
Sometimes you just think I'm in the ether
Like I was never there at all
But watch me be just real smooth
And exit this song
With my low profile...

Low Profile

Oh well, the sign on the door
Says she opens up at 6AM everyday
But then she saunters in at 8:15
And everybody seems okay
You could some order eggs over easy
(extra greasy)
The hash brown scramble
She's not a good cook
But her beauty is hard to handle
I'm falling in love
At Rosies's Cafe
Falling in love every single day

I stumbled in there late one night
After a , uh, let's just call it a little fender "bender"
If you will
She brought me a cup of instant coffee
Mixed with Pepsi
And a slice piece of pie
I looked into her chestnut eyes
I fell into a dream...

Flap jacks
That look like mud flaps
Home fries with gravy
That would sink the navy
Her hash brown scramble
Her good looks are hard to handle
I'm falling in love
At Rosie's Cafe
Every single day

Rosie's Cafe

Lyrics:
Oh, if I could make things right
Not end it all
In a rapid surge of light
What could I do?
But find a way to love you
Are mysteries left to come?
I'd been out wading
I'd been drinking from the golden cup
I'd come to the edge of my humanity
Sitting in a parking lot
There's more beauty than you see
I put my gun down
Make amends
I found that human
Underneath my robot skin

If I should call you up on another day
If I could see that song
Any other way
I could drive it down
From the bloodstream in which I came
I'm feeling alone
(solo)
If the world ends in a rapid surge of light
I did not end my life
I feel ashamed
I'm ready to reclaim
All the mysteries
The mystery still to come

A Rapid Surge Of Light

I've taken the old blues mythology of riding the freight trains, but set it in outer space. Loosely based on the death cult Heaven's Gate. They left their earthly bodies in 1997 to join a spaceship hiding inside comet. Psychedelic blues in a "Roky Erickson and the Aliens" style.

Lyrics:
Get your shoes by Adidas and put them on
Get yourself 5 quarters and a five dollar bill
It's enough to get you ready for the ride
I'm going to hitch that train with the aliens
Get on that train
Interplanetary
(Choo-Choo)

Yeah, you've got a purple scarf
And some applesauce
Enjoy that vodka shot
You never can tell 
How a man's going to live his life
Get on that train
C'mon, hitch a ride with the aliens
Get on that train
Interplanetary
(Choo-Choo)

You never know how a man will live his life
If he's wrong or right
You never can tell
How you'll end your life
Get on that train
Hitch a ride with the aliens
Get on that train
Interplanetary
(Choo-Choo)
All aboard!

Interplanetary (choo choo!)

A humble honey bee becomes an questioning philosophical singing bluesman.  A folky song reminiscent of one of my musical heroes, Loudon Wainwright III (Swimming Song, Dead Skunk)
Lyrics:
I've been flying around
I've been buzzing around town
I'm just trying not to drown
Inside the hive mind
I'm on a mythical quest
I'm a 5 eyed Sir Galahad
I'm always questioning the plan
The most beautiful flowers
They always seem the most sad
Is there a heaven?
Do I believe in nothingness?
And nothing less?
Oh well, I digress
You know what we should do?
Let's dive bomb the Influencer!
Destroy her photo shoot!
Oh, I've been buzzing around
I've been swarming around town
I've been questioning everything that I've found
Inside the hive mind

Is our life just one job?
And that's all we do?
I'm a drone bee
Not a worker
But I'm really stung on you
Let's cause chaos at the school grounds!
We'll seek out the bullies
Give them technicolor wounds!
Oh yeah, well you know that a life must have a purpose
And we all contribute to the bloom
(happy bee buzzing around)
In the hive mind
Hive mind 
You've got to question the way you're thinking
Start questioning the plan

Hive Mind

I see you sitting in the alleyway
You're waiting for that dive bar to open
I can hear all your filthy platitudes
Oh, I know what you're going to do
You're gonna earn a new merit badge
For a bad attitude
I can sense your pedigree
Everything it represents
And your cigarette
You're rich
Dress poor
I'm alone in my skin tight velour

Psychotic mixtape
I'm inhaling the acetate
Melt my brain
Examining the yin yang
 I've been driving all night
Don't worry about me
I steer straight into the light

You can tell I'm a flawed individual
I chew my fingernails cause I need the minerals
Bad luck and me
It's habitual

Psychotic mixtape
I'm inhaling the acetate
Melt my brain
Examine the yin yang

Pawn shop beatitudes
You know I can hear your filthy platitudes
I know what your gonna do
You earn a new merit badge
For a bad attitude

Psychotic mixtape
I'm inhaling the acetate
A hold on my brain
It explains the yin yang
I've been looking for you
These songs are gonna pull you through
A psychotic mixtape...

Psychotic Mixtape

Does anyone really listen to anyone else these days? Story of a person who thinks he's a good listener, but isn't. Kind of a dark and cynical song.
This is a rough demo never meant for release. But, maybe someone will listen...

Lyrics:
In the job interview
He didn't even ask me any questions
I just sat
And listened to him talk
He said: Just because my Father started this business
Doesn't mean I didn't fight for everything I have
I noticed his ringtone
Was Metallica's
Enter Sandman
(Oh) he said: Son, there's 2 types of people in this world
The ones that get thing done
And the ones that just let things go
Oh, they will never know
The thrill of selling burner phones
And counterfeit colognes

He said: You're a good listener!
Hell Yeah, I'm a good listener!
Good listener blues
Give me all the details of your life
The shrapnel and the hue's
Good listener blues

Sitting in rehab reception
She told me all about her history
And  how she now has a
Spiritual connection
I think
It's the poor magician
Who gives away his misdirection
Did she mistake my blank stare?
For her mis-perception?

She said: You're a good listener!
Hell yeah, I'm a good listener!
Good listener blues
is it a shoulder that you can use?
Give me all the details of your life
Cut through the sinew
To your truth
Good listener blues
Good listener blues

I took the story of my day
I wrote it down
Now you're suffering too!

Good Listener Blues

A song as an excuse to make noise.
From my EP "Smilers"

Lyrics:
oh yeah, don't call the police
All sales are final
Even with a receipt
You need the release
Don't you know that they're breaking the lease
You've got 90 days
Same as cash
The debt collector is on my ass
90 days same as cash
He's coming after me, everyday
Until I am ash
90 days same as cash
"This interest rate, it won't last, it can't be beat!"
I'm too poor for the undertaker
I think I have to work another week
I found my entryway into the middle class
I've got myself a trampoline
In the backyard, for the kids
That's how you know you've really made it
Into the middle class
And once you've been there
You never let your foot off the gas
Yeah!
Welcome to the middle class
90 days
Same as cash

90 Days Same As Cash

Lyrics:
Let's hear it for the loners
We don't take up space in your orgy room
I love the people who bring
Joy into my life
They break the light through
I just like to sit home and watch TV
While I watch the world come unglued

I don't stay out until dawn
I fall asleep with the TV on
You can call it the introvert blues
I just use the energy that people lose
In a different way
I stay at home at night
De-stressing from my day
I don't watch television for genuine smiles

I just use the energy that people lose
I booked us a table for 2
In my interior life
in the east wing
With the ocean view
I don't watch television for genuine smiles
I'm just trying to make it through my day
As characters I like
Oh like, Vinnie Barbarino
And Walter White
I don't watch television for genuine smiles
I like the blue light coming through
While the world comes unglued

I Don't Watch Television For Genuine Smiles

Where the heartbroken go. A more luxurious and upscale Heartbreak Hotel. Rooms now available...
Lyrics:
The problem with love that I see
Is that we're just watching each other
Watch ourselves
On each other's feed
That's just about as useful as a bag full of
Donkey teeth
I know a place that you can stay for a month or a week
They have a teardrop shaped pool
And a Bartender who's cool
His name is Hank
He's got a sympathetic ear
And a heavy hand as he pours your drink

(Chorus)Oh yeah, wouldn't you know
I'm back at heartbreak chateau

The clientele around here
The women scantily clad
I bet she don't take tax deductions on clothes!
Doing something nice 
You turn it into a vice
I remember the days
When you and I
We would go out and chase the light
You were right!
And I was wrong
Hank, I'll take another drink
And get one for Marisol in the sarong.
(chorus)

You know, every room here it comes with a view
Of the LA river
And what you should and should not do
I hear commotion from down the hall
(Fake Jasper Johns on the wall)
I'm fussing
And fighting
And crying
And screaming my life out
All night
Baby, let me come home!
To explain it in the language of love
Broyer du noir  (translated French: To crush some darkness/ I am sad)
Oh yeah, wouldn't you know
I'm back at heartbreak chateau

Heartbreak Chateau

I hope this summertime fever dream blues warms your winter!  
(BTW Sacramento California summers are notoriously hot)

Lyrics:
It's a nitroglycerin bomb sniffing skirt
That's a lollipop night stick
She only hits you where you need to hurt
A Marie Laveau shotgun shack
Don't ya know there's gambling in the back?
In a shotgun shack
I'm reading the tea leaves  by the smoke stack
We've all been bitten by the maharishi's baby teeth
It's hotter than a Sacramento summer
(And I don't mean that as a bad thing)

I'm gonna have to lay real low for awhile
My trouble follows me
I'm waist deep in the marsh
That's been thickened up with
Gumbo voodoo mule skin starch
I hear the Hellhounds on my tail
And I don't know what their motivation is
Maybe it's the Mississippi hog maw fizz?
If you think you know me
It's because I'm the guy that shows up
And all the trouble begins
Hotter than a Sacramento summer
(I don't mean that as a bad thing)

I'm down at the racetrack
I'm sleeping on a mattress made of blister packs
It's hotter than a Sacramento summer
(I don't mean that as a bad thing)

Oh, I'm up on the rack
The executioner is sharping his ax
He says: the world is ruled by fools
"And I'm sorry man, but I don't make the rules"
It's hotter than a Sacramento summer
Wherever I'm going
I'm looking forward to what the cool weather brings...

Hotter Than A Sacramento Summer

A past lover keeps showing up in my dreams and reminding me of my failures.
From my new LP " Low Profile". My best tracks from 2023. Thanks for listening!

Lyrics:
I get my melancholy straight from the IV drip
A Xanax, a red eyed flight on the sky ship
That's when you appeared
I'd been gorging myself on 
Televised violence
It's like synconized swimming
You were grinning while the plane was rapidly descending
(You smiled all the way down)
The atmosphere was colorless
Odorless
Void of all surface and all texture
I'm reveling in my psychosis
You reminded me I never finished my
Junkyard magnum opus
You still show up in my dreams

We were entering into 
An impressionist painted landscape
With a language that we just didn't understand
You reminded me that I'm a big believer
In blindly believing
And I need to start drinking in
A little bit more in what I'm seeing
We're like suburban dadaist
Coming in, out of the rain
My mind was racing
Like those 808 beats
There all the same
Well, that's the way the Goddamn wheel rolls
You headed off into the night
You never told me to change the angle of the light
You still show up in my dreams

"You never even had it even when you had it your hands"
You've got to bring it right down
To where the sideways ends in the light
I'm digging down deep
I'm digging down slow
I'm striking oil 
Or the fires down below
You still show up in my dreams

You Still Show Up In My Dreams

Sequel to Act 1. 
The Devil never fulfills his part of the contract.

Lyrics:
(Old timey religion opener)
Hey John!
Well you need to wake up
You've been drinking top shelf corn liquor
With some prayer and some luck
It's time that you paid up
I'm the slumlord for your soul
I made some promises I could not deliver
Your love letters 
Return to sender
And that thing dangling between your legs
I never made it any bigger

Oh, the Devils mischief will never leave you alone
For those in the know
The Devil likes to sing falsetto
The Devil sings falsetto

That Devil mischief it won't leave you alone (3X)
You a need a thousand souls
To pay me what you owe

Those bathing beauties
With painted on faces
They're now eating mayonnaise right from the jar
If you need me I'll be drinking
Chivas Regal in the car!
I'm the monkey on your back
And if you get into a Devil contract
It's a pact!
That Devil mischief it won't leave you alone
(Fire breathing solo)

That Devil mischief it won't leave you alone (3X)
You need a thousand souls
To pay me what you owe

John Meets The Devil (Act 2)

A sentimental country-ish ballad with a big sad finish.
Dedicated to anyone suffering from memory loss. Thanks for listening.
Lyrics:
I can still remember
Felicia in December
Outside in the cold
Smoking Swisher Sweet Cigarettes
But she would always forget
If you're gonna inhale that shit
You know she always got sick
She'd chewed down the tip

It's like I told you on the phone
My mind is not all my own
All my memories are dissolving
Our nights in Arroyo Park
Out feeling that spark
That Datsun that would never start
My bad Cure haircut (disaster!)
My heart was beating faster
A sketch of a love scene
Painted behind
A gothic old master

I was selfish with my time
And now I seem to lead my life
Conducting orchestras in my mind
Oh, I don't know how this sounds
But sometimes I listen to the ground
To hear and feel the rumblings
I think that you're coming around

All my memories are dissolving
Soon, I'll have no memories of this world
I'll have no memories of this world
So let's go out tonight
And shoot out the lights!
Let's break our hearts tonight
I'll have no memories of this world

I wanted to drop you this line
To thank you for the time
And thank you for being in my life
Thank you for being my life

Let's Break Our Hearts Tonight

A song about a narcissist who is oblivious to those around him.
Lyrics:
Punctured with your needles and tubes
Inside your hotel room
Life is like a cyst
Or an open wound
Waiting to exhume
I've never been emotionally deep
I think that's why I'm still alive

We met over drinks
And our shared emotional baggage
Minor characters
We'd lost the plot
At first thought
It's all the damage that I brought
Sitting next to you
Clearing my head
Outside your abstract sick bed

I always seem to get my way
You know that's the way this boy was raised
I've learned everything from American movies
The way that I talk
The way that it rots
The way I walk
With feelings twice removed
Inside your hospital room
Abstract sick bed

(Abstract) Sick Bed

Blues about the fall from grace of a former drinking partner.
Lyrics:
Well, well, well,(cough) well, well
So here you are
Your back in the bar
Well, well, well, well
You've been living the life of an eccentric
You've been out there in the realm
Like way out there man
Like gone, like real gone
You'd been living it up downtown
But uptown, you've lost your shine
Hanging around the Garden of Babylon
It's where you left your keys, your heart and your mind
Well, well, well, well
It's the bottom rung of the ladder blues

What did I see?
Out of my peripheral vision
My friend?
They always say:
You always come back to where you begin
You've been living uptown
But downtown, that's right
The money, the money , the money, the money
She never treats you right
C'mon!
Well, well, well, well
The bottom rung of the ladder blues
I hit the bottom rung of the ladder blues

Well, Well, Well, Well (Bottom Rung Blues)

A guy who really loves his car. Really, really loves his car!
Lyrics:
Those Yokohama's they burn 
And then they spark
At midnight
A parking lot
Abandoned office park
Ohh, those kids are crazy
It's a little shady
Those fumes make me hazy
I like to show off my Baby

(Oh yeah) My baby she is a Frankenstein
Made up of modified parts
She is a modified Honda Civic
With 19 inch alloy rims
Air intake valve
Top class suspension
I like to do things different
That's why I painted an evil clown on the hood
That's the way people know I'm misunderstood
If they think your misunderstood they're less likely  to mess with you
I like to show of my baby
I like to show off my girl
(Insert slow motion shots of cars doing donuts)
My sideshow funny car

Going down the highway
We don't pay attention to the white lines
It's my total gestalt
It makes me the prophet of the asphalt
Oh I love my girl
My sideshow funny car
Watch her go...........

Sideshow Funny Car

A dreamy short story song about beautiful codependent summer lovers in Technicolor.
Lyrics:
I'm a sucker for those people pleasers
You'll find this out as my character unfolds
I need something to believe in
I'm an aging misanthrope

You only love me when your high
Sitting outside
It's summertime
Glistening
By the pool of light

You really have your type
Us underachievers
You need a receiver
Transmitter
Frequency set to true believers
Your exactly right
Your absolutely right
Living life to your own code
The lies we tell ourselves to live (2X)

You only love me when your high
The lies we tell ourselves to live
All the lies that we tell ourselves to live
You've got to fight for it
You've got to live your life by it
As we make love on the kitchen floor...

The Lies We Tell Ourselves To Live

Hi! Check out my Album "The Curse Of A Good Looking Ghost". Songs about drinking and death . A good time had by all! Thanks for listening.

I try to write with rich lyrical details and self-deprecating humor about the human condition. Plus, that unique Shade Structure sound!  It sounds best with headphones. Thanks for any comments, reposts or likes.

Discography: Available under Album tag on my Soundcloud main page. Free Downloads/ Always Free
* Low Profile (2024)
* Smilers (EP 2023)
•Short Songs For Tall Minds"  (2022)
•Friends, They're Gonna Get Your Story Wrong (2021)
•A Suburban Dadaist With Some Store Bought Beats (2021)
•All Feel and No Technique (2020)
•This Is How I Spend My Nights (2019)
•California Songs (2018-2019)
All sounds contained within are home-made/DIY recordings. Most songs are short stories, as I am influenced by Musicians & Writers like Raymond Carver, Warren Zevon, Mountain Goats, Tom Waits, Mark Eitzel,  Randy Newman, Destroyer, Steely Dan, Captain Beefheart, Loudon Wainwright III, Leonard Cohen & The National. Most songs have the lyrics on the song page. Thank you for listening!

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