Thanks for giving these tracks a listen! I hope these quirky songs entertain and amuse you. I guess this is my outsider art. Outsider art and music are characterized by pure self-expression and lies outside the mainstream.  I created these solely for artistic expression, and I'm not motivated by profit or fame.  They're  full of human mistakes and accidents. I guess I'll keep on making these until my mind/body gives out or our future AI Overlords tell me to stop.

Curiosities Of Outsider Art

A traditional style blues song. Exploring family relationships.
Lyrics:
She had a hard scrabble life
Her Mother used to drink all day
Her Father never understood the physics of love
And her Sister died of cancer when she was 9
And now everyone that she meets
She ingrains herself deep into their lives
She'll sit with your sick Mother
She'll talk with your Sister all night long
She's the collector
She collecting families

Overcoming the past
That keeps us all down on our knees
She sees my Cousin more than me
She went to visit her ex-husbands parents
In East Lansing
Some people get drunk and dancing
Some people like to collect shiny things
She's a collector
She collects families
She's a collector
She collects families
Because it gives her what she needs
She's the connecting fiber
She grafted onto the family tree
She keeps the peace in the family

The Collector

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

Blues about the fall from grace of a former drinking partner.
Lyrics:
Well, well, well,(cough) well, well
So here you are
You're 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)

From the Album: "Arrhythmia & Blues" 2024

Lyrics:
Do you need some more cash?
A big old stack
Right there in your pants
Look at you, getting more than the next guy
A bigger slice of the pie
Do you like it like that?
Need more cash?
Look at your bad self out on that dance floor
Gucci sunglasses
A Louis Vuitton money belt
Fill your life with beautiful things
It gives you everything you need
But still you say:

I need something more
(Happiness is where you are)
I have nothing left
(Let the sunshine in your heart)
I feel emptiness
(Feel the magic of the earth)
What more can I get?
(Do you fill up with things where you hurt?)
Let me rhapsodize
I am happy with my slice
5% of paradise

You're getting a bigger bite at the apple
MMMM, it's coming soon
All these things, that gives you more
Va-va-voom
(Va-va-voom!)
Costco size it!
You've got more possessions
Then a Pharaoh
In an Egyptian tomb

But still you say:
I need something more
(Happiness is where you are)
I have nothing left
(Let the sunshine in your heart)
I feel emptiness
(Feel the magic of the earth)
What more can I get?
(Do you fill up with things where you hurt?)
Let me rhapsodize
I am happy with my slice
5% of paradise

Need some more cash?
A big stack in your pants?

5% Of Paradise

Hopefully this will help the hot summertime blues.
My childhood fantasy of a broken down ice cream truck having to give away all the ice cream. Chaos begins.
Lyrics:
We loved our ice cream in the Summertime
All the neighborhood kids
With their nickels and dimes
You can hear him down the block
That crazy fun house chime
He calls himself
"The Good Humor Man"
I don't know why
His face looks like he's a victim of crime

Sad
Man 
Ice cream 
Truck
Your truck is overheating and now you are stuck
That ice cream's melting
Give it to us?
Sad man ice cream truck
Sad man ice cream truck
Oh that ice cream is melting
And he's giving it to us!
Sad man ice cream truck

 Oh there's about 150 kids
I've seen kids (not from around here)
From far away as 5th Avenue 
And Columbus Circle
We want our Drumsticks!
Firecrackers!
And the Popsicles!
That turn your lips purple

Sad
Man 
Ice cream 
Truck
Your trucks is overheating 
Now you are stuck
Sad man ice cream truck
All that ice cream is melting
And he's giving it to us!
Sad man ice cream truck

All this ice cream
It's all for free!
Well, can't you see?
It's a price that can't be beat
In the summer heat
The kids over eat
Now there are kids over there
Puking in the street!
The cops come and bust up the fuss
Oh ice cream man you're a hero to us

Sad man ice cream truck
Your truck is overheating and now you are stuck
Sad man ice cream truck...

Sad Man Ice Cream Truck Blues

My version of an old style murder spree song.
From the album "Röckers" (2024)

Lyrics:
Blowing in
With the desert wind
A 24-hour convenience store
A 24-hour convenience store
With a ding as you open the door
C'mon , get on the floor
You Cashier! Get your hands up
I hear the ice falling in the cup
By the soda machine
Cashier! Unlock that safe
If you know what I mean
24-hour convenience store

When I go outside
I breathe in
That hot desert air
Let's all head out the door
Let's breathe it in
That hot desert air
Hot desert air
You can burn anything out there
Cause they don't care

" I hear static in my head,"
I said
With a chemically inbalanced murmur
I kill with an evangelistic fervor
I put those bodies in the dumpster
I'm gonna breathe in that hot desert air
You can burn anything out there
Because they don't care
Hot desert air
You can burn anything out there
Hot desert air...

24 Hour Convenience Store

I'm having some Halloween fun with a Screaming Jay Hawkins type song. Theremin included free of charge.

Lyrics:
Oh Caroline
I don't give a damn about your star sign
Caroline
I don't know nothing about those love lines
On your hand
That palm reader 
She put it in doubt!
That same hand you used
To lock me out
You say: Venus is rising
In retrograde
With Mercury
Little Miss Superstition, you know that I must disagree

Everything has been going wrong
Since you told me
Our star signs they're not aligned
That sun is beating down on my house
(It's a Son House!)  😉 
Even when I'm inside
I was at the airport
When my ship, it finally came in
I'm drinking in a rusty bucket
Home-made gin
You say:
Venus is rising
In retrograde
With Mercury
Little Miss Superstition, you know I disagree
Ewwww!
( Because you're mine!")

Caroline
You know it's true
I'll win you back
With those
Cut rate
Reprobate
Back alley
Black magic blues
(Because you're mine?)

You said:
Venus was rising
In retrograde
With Mercury
Little Miss Superstition
Won't you please break the spell that you cast upon me?

Miss Superstition

Cocktail time jazz. 
Now appearing nightly, lounge singer Shade Structure and his jazz combo. 😉 (open shirt, sweaty, toupee, pinky ring. )
From the album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
I've had enough of the light
Let's turn the lights down low
And get in our evening glow
I wrote a haiku for you
And ways that you do
And the way that you move...

I saw you climb the fiery spires
And you never tired
That's what makes you what you are

Well, you're lucky if you get out of this world with any kind of love at all
That's what she said
I said, "Let's go dancing like we used to do
Let's go nowhere
In the car
Let's rhapsodize upon the stars
You know I love the way we are"

You can't love yourself all alone
You are everywhere
And everyone you've known
You can't love yourself all alone

You can't love yourself all alone
You are everywhere
You're everyone you've known
You can't love yourself
All alone
You are the particles of everywhere you've gone
You can't love yourself all alone

I wrote a haiku for you
For the way that you move...

You can't love yourself all alone
You are everywhere
And everyone you've known
You can't love yourself all alone
You're the elements
The particles of everywhere you've gone

You Can't Love Yourself All Alone

I hope you enjoy this feel- good old school rap/disco/EDM/ space funk  song.
From the album : "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (2025)

Lyrics:
The ghosts that live in the sidewalk cracks
We're here because of their fight
Why does the magic disappear
At a higher  Fahrenheit?
If u want a revolution
You're gonna have to work at night
I talked to our basement saytr's
They say they won't bite

Learn to dance
Do the dance
Forget the dance
Do it all over again

Whatever sets your spirits free!

Walking down the street 
Looking like discount store dynamite
A roller coaster love affair
But I was too short to ride
Temporary ecstasy
Doesn't mean the world's alright
Mad, it's the end of the party?
Take it up with the light
Yogi dispensing miracles
Blind in his 3rd eye sight
I went to New York City
She was a Brooklynite
I'm a poet with a million rhymes
I never have time to write
Watch these inner galactic moves
With my space age satellite

Take your power
Use your power
Focus your power
(Take your power, focus your power and use your power!)

Looking back
To the chicken shack
Eating greasy food
You're going to have a heart attack
Avoid the trap
You maniac
I don't buy my soul
Off the rack

Whatever sets your spirits free!

All the nasty things I said
Because I thought It was right
If you want to feel your humanity
Then help with another's plight
All the haters that destroy your joy
Tell them their full of shite
I'm the Minister of Propaganda
I keep that groove locked down tight
(locked down tight)

I'm a drunk bear
And I'm tearing up the picinic site
The history of the world's knowledge
On 1 million terrabyte
I'm the friend in the burning building saying
"It's gonna be alright,"
This is the reason I can carry on
And I never lose my appetite

Whatever sets your spirits free!

Whatever Sets Your Spirits Free

Rough and ready lo-fi troubadour blues. More off-key and forlorn than usual.

Lyrics:
Oh, that bartender
He moved to his own
Sweet slow ass time
In getting back those drinks 
To feed my mainline
You asked me about my guitar
I've been far
But tonight
I am playing this bar

I could be gone soon
Maybe I could explain it to you
a little later
In my motel room?
There's a Gideon Bible
Right there in the drawer 
It's revelation about our sin
They're always gonna try to change ya
I think you're forgiven
You're  just
Welcoming a stranger

I've been far
But tonight, I am
I am playing this bar

All this joyful noise
I sing it for you
All the loneliness
And the  cacophony, too
It's my troubadour blues

My melancholy
The useless beauty
I feel like I'm  living life in another man's shoes
You asked me about my guitar
I've been far
But tonight, I am
I am playing this bar...

All This Useless Beauty (Troubadour Blues)

How was your weekend?
(Added to my album "Röckers". Hey, check it out)
Note: AI artwork. No AI music

Lyrics:
She asked me:
If I untie you from this bed post
Take off those handcuffs
And promise to give back your pants
Do you promise to follow all my nighttime plans?
She said: I'm gonna take you to a party on the West Coast
I know the host
They'll have something there you'll like
Inhalants
Smoking platlets
Models drinking Popov
On a hunger strike

(Chorus)
I'm learning human nature
I'm a skinny man at the feast
I'm under the influence of charismatic people
I'm the tapeworm in the belly of the beast

Yeah, I guess I was feeling alright
I parked a car in a mansion driveway
She said: This couple, they have more money than brains
But they're celebrities
So I can't say any names
She took me to a party on the west coast
She knew the host
They have something there I like
Caviar and Cheetos
We steal a couple of Japanese motorbikes
(Chorus)

We're tripping the lights fantastic
We hit the highway
As our speed kicks in
Techno music blasting
220 BPM
I say: Cue the split screen
And don't hesitate 
Sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky
Fingers in the collection plate
Because life doesn't have to be perfect
It just has to be great
(chorus)

She said: 
"Life doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to be great!"

A Tapeworm In The Belly Of The Beast

A chuga- chuga good time blues song (ZZ Top meets Chuck Berry) about not indulging in vices. Also, race car driving.

Lyrics:
Hey friends, you know I need to give up drinking
It's tearing up my guts
But still, I'm over eating
It leaves me so perplexed
I've got to give up that 
Marijuana
It makes me malleable
Lackadaisical
Like a slow-motion hex
I've got to give up this pornography
Because it's fucking up my sex

(chorus) Oh, you've got to give up a little something
To get yourself a little bit more(2X)

Take that race car around the bend
Put the hammer down
This could be the end?
Or maybe it could be good fortune shining on your door!

I've got to stop spending so much time on the internet
It makes my attention small
I never, ever finish what I start
I've got to give up these perfumed flavored vapes
The smell reminds me
Of the woman who were 
'In love' 
With me
But now they are
'In hate'
I've got to give up the women with dark circles under their eyes
The nighttime lies
That I take
And I paint
In my darkest arts

I've got an extremely high tolerance for risk
It's more than I can take
(yeah)
Tell my friends and family
To book me a heavy metal band
For my wake
I'm gonna say to everybody
Hey, do you see that coming?
That's my Mojo rising
On the horizon
Stop criticizing
I'm just waiting for my big break
(chorus)

Take that race car around the bend
Drop the hammer down
It could be the end?
With self control
You could get the win!
You've got to give up a little something
To get yourself a little bit more...

More! (or) How I learned To Get Ahead

From the album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept2025)

Lyrics:
I'm the dark prince
On leave from the castle
The wine was over served
Feasting on the metaphors
Operas left unheard
Jewel encrusted areoles
Glass bottom gondolas
The saccharine muses
Behind the literary personas
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

Your God's most marvelous creation
In between the inhalations
I'm stuck here in this tourist trap
On the Astral Plane
I have nothing left to lose
And nothing left to blame
Synesthesia feelings
Have a similar refrain
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

My European suits
I'm a gentleman of leisure
The sounds from the unknown
Message and receiver
The trumpets blast in the city distance
I'm among the bourgeois class
Napoleonic pursuits
Kept under wraps

You were lost in my dream
I had your hand
I lost you in the waves
You were lost to the sea
I look for you everywhere I go
In the rental cars
The midnight bars
In every future embrace

Will you share this fever dream, my love?

Fever Dream

Just a simple song for the lonely. Old fashioned human music for this modern age.

Lyrics:
I'm bringing you my honest confessional
I'm dying out here, don't you know?
I've been walking the internet at night
I don't know why I always fall for the tawdry
I always fall for the pills
I fall for your sweetest thrills
I'm dribbling down here at the end of the bar
Falling in
(falling in and out)
Falling in and out of love
I'm in the valley of the lonely
Don't look into the corona eye
You know that I always lie

I could be anything you need
I could be that book that you've been working on...
A paperback. Dog eared and worn...
A book you put up on the shelf...
A book you read that changes your sense of self...
I'm in the valley of the lonely
Don't look into the coronas' eye
The valley of the lonely...

The Valley Of The Lonely

Lyrics:
She was wrong for me
I knew it from the start
I'm not very smart
I left a spare key under the mat
To my broken heart

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
I'm sleeping it off in those Sunday pews

My boss had an epiphany
When I was working at the mortuary
He said: Dig them holes faster!
"This business has no room for uncertainty!"

That may be
Oh, can't you see?
When I'm working for you
I just don't feel like I'm being me
When I'm working for you I ain't following my muse
And there she goes...
(There she goes!!!!)

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
Hey friends, won't you help me spread the news?

I get all my blues for free
Don't you know I'm so low I can't see?
A lousy day...
A lousy pay...
I'm a lousy lay...
I think I'm everything
That everybody say

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
I'm sleeping it off in those Sunday pews

One Step Ahead Of The Blues

A satrical look at starving artists (Note: I'm married to one).  Influenced by the songs of Mose Alison and Terry Allen. The cover art is AI with the prompt "bad art in a museum." Maybe AI has a sense of humor?

Lyrics:
Tiki torches up on the wall
A Polynesian restaurant
At the end of the hall
Upstairs
They set up a gallery wall
Welcome to the cut-throat world of low-budget art

She's been dreaming of
A grant from the Walmart Foundation for the Arts
For her electrified
Polka dotted
Mannequin parts

He's been spreading genius around
All the other artists they just sit and scowl
But you can't buy his work at Sotherby's
Look for him in the parking lot of KFC

I am surrounded by
Amateur David Hockneys
I'm in cubist hell
Welcome to the cut-throat world of low-budget art

The 'MacArthur Genius Award'
They don't want to call me back
No one is to blame
Someone bought my work
But they don't want the painting
They just want the frame

Organic vegetables in a stall
At a Farmer's Market
At the mall
 I have my table set up
With my hot  🔥  avant-garde
Don't you know that I'm the vanguard?

I've got my genius on display
I've got my beret
Because I'm a genius
Let's keep that between us
The cut-throat world of low-budget art
The cut-throat world of
Low budget art

The Cut-Throat World Of Low Budget Art

The blues are steeped in the tradition of bawdy/dirty songs. Think of Bo Carter (my pencil don't write no more) or Lil Johnson (Sam the hot dog man). You get the idea.
Here's my bawdy blues celebrating outdoor sex.
Added as the last track on my album "All This Useless Beauty". Check it out!


Lyrics:
Ohh my girl 
She's so cityfied
But something comes over her
In the countryside
When she tells me to pitch a tent
I see in her eyes
That bad intent
She becomes a wild woods woman (2X)

Riding down the road
She says:
"Get a blanket and pull over to the side."

We're out in nature
Doing our thing!
All god's creatures they cover their eyes
Oh, the ground is so rough
Don't ya know she can't get enough
Wild woods woman (2X)

In the tall grass
Having some fun
I feel like Mother Nature's only son
Down in the milkweeds that makes me sneeze
Don't ya know she's got me on my knees
It gets so hot!
So hot!
So hot!
She never tires
(Only you can prevent forest fires)

Wild Woods Woman

Some old age blues swagger
From the Album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
I put my head into a hive of a million bees
I'm jumping over a lake of fire
Of alligators
On my Jet Ski
I'm sleeping on barbed wire
I need to retire
I have payments left on my 
1983 Cadillac Eldorado
All the ladies know
That I'm past my prime
I'm not built for speed
But I'm real, real sweet ride

I'm the daredevil of love
If you go home with me
I'll show you my wounds and my scars
Daredevil of love
I like to sleep in late
And come home early from the bars
Daredevil of love
I'll take a risk
That you just might fall in love with me

All my best friends
They're in a rattlesnake den
I'm eating greasy burgers
I'm wrestling
A hundred angry vegans
I'm drinking with the devil
Whiskey and shellac
I've been jumping out of airplanes
With no pack upon my back
The mystery of love
And the things we can't see
Gravity and Cupid are my only referees

I'm the daredevil of love
If you go home with me
I'll show you my wounds and my scars
Daredevil of love
I like to sleep in late
And come home early from the bars
Daredevil of love
I might just ask you to watch TV
I might ask you to hold me
Daredevil of love

Daredevil Of Love

A love song set in a collapsing universe (Ain't they all?)
From the album: Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
The beautiful patina that you've left upon my life
You found me at my worst
But still, you became my wife
All the colors of our world
It's the vision in my heart
You see through alchemy of my disguises
And my restless anesthetizing

I've been dreaming in third person
Sun Ra is my cameraman
I've been contemplating the world
It gets darker as it worsens

I've been hallucinating in first-person
Narratives
I need your love
It's all I can give
While these nighttime stars are elapsing
Until the universe collapses
I need your love
Until the universe collapses...

(universe collapses with the recorded sounds of slaughtered dying whales, objects tearing, and chemicals dissolving)

Untitled Strange Love Song (Number 8)

For my love DD
Croaking and playing my way through a sentimental song (for those who like that kind of thing).

Lyrics:
Cupid, wipe those sleepy eyes
Because this love needs the element of your surprise
Could I ever be the one you love?
Could the stars align above?
And what's with this world anyway?
Then I know she'll stay
When I hear her say
Take me out tonight
Take me to see the waves tonight...

The tide rolls in
The tide rolls out
What's this world all about?
And could I ever be the one you love?
Will the stars light up from above?

The world is spinning
And I'm pretending
I think I know she'll stay
When I hear her say
Take me out
Take me to see the waves tonight...

Take Me To See The Waves Tonight

Having to destroy yourself in order to begin again.
From the album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Bandung, sea of flames
In 1946, the people of Bandung Indonesia
They had risen up against their British oppressors
Realizing that their army was weaker
And much less powerful
They decided to abandon the city
They adopted a scorched earth policy as they left the city
Burning the city to the ground
And one day start again...

Bandung, sea of flames

Bandung, Sea Of Flames

A rough and ready summertime rock & roll song.
A salvage title is a car deemed a total loss by an insurance company.
From the album "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
I surround myself with my friends 
That I know and love
Kick those bad times
Down the stairs
A little shove
Even when we're hurt
Drinking a toast
To the last rotation of the earth
You should know by now

We're living life with a salvage title
I'm out of sync
With my circadian cycle
Your molecular structure
Looking vital  🤪 
Salvage title

Take the time
And disregard all the rest
I'm at the Ramada Inn
Under house arrest
They say life is just a little test
I took off my shirt
To get this off my chest
You should know by now
This kind of spirit never goes away
It just becomes something else

We're living life with a salvage title
Getting sunshine
In tiny vials
Kicking down the portals of time
For an on time arrival
Salvage title 
Hot dog (yeah ) !!!!

Salvage title
And if you're coming over tonight
I'm going to be up late
Dancing with myself
Like Billy Idol

Salvage Title

Cheating lovers in a motel.
From the album: " Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
At the Motel down by the Liquor Store
"Do not disturb" sign hangs upon the door
Informing Housekeeping of the status of "Our Armour"
You arch your back in a way that I just can't ignore

You say I'm a simpleton
I just watch my pay per view
Your minds on him
And my heart feels so blue
Because I'm
Full-time bastard
I'm your part-time handsome man
Part-time, handsome man

Does your husband see your sad eyes?
And think their true?
I feel like a small part of you
Housekeeping comes once a day
But you like to cum 
So much more than that
You say

Baby, I'm a simpleton
I watch my pay per view
Then I know your hearts with him
I know my heart is blue
I'm a full time bastard
What are you?

I'm your part time handsome man...

Part -Time Handsome Man

True story: I socialized with a guy in the late 90s who had been in a mid tier rock band (redacted) in the late 70s/early 80s. After the fame, there wasn't any money, and he had a regular everyman job like me. He had great stories, though...
A slow burner blues with a smooth groove.
From the album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
I just hate that celebrity bullshit
I can smell it
From a million miles away
That's what he'd say
Right there, at the bar
Having a drink
Or 2
Or 10

A broken-down singer
With too many dreams
A broken-down singer
With too many screams
Up over
A heavy metal (huh!)
Double kick drum
He says: I've been on tour all over the world
I've  been to a lot of places
And I just love every place that I'm from
But, I could use 
A billion dollar blues
Billion dollar blues
A billion dollar blues...

I was restless
And I had stars in my eyes
Dreaming about the magazine covers
And the limousine rides
Having those women at my will
Taking all the cash out of the till
Some nights I  just stay up late
Thinking about it. 
Thinking about what could have been

And......
Then I walk in ...
To a room full of bitter Muses
With bad attitudes
And  short fuses
I could use
A billion dollar blues
Billion dollar blues...

Billion Dollar Blues

A traveling snake oil salesman selling magical potions, philosophy, and maybe dream spell black magic.
Experimental Blues. For full effect play loud.
From the album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
Chop up 
Snakeroot
And put it in trucker speed
Take 2 of these
To help you with the ladies
Whippets of Brylcreem
And kerosine

The Priestess Lourdes
She has what you need
Step right up! Step right up!
And vanquish your enemies
You can be the hero of your wife's
Nightly dreams

Step right up!
And see what you need
Doctor Shade's Traveling Medicine Show

Old Grandpa pissed his pants again
And now he's back on the hash
Out in the front yard
In a tight T-shirt
Yelling at imaginary white trash

Take some of these
It's a roundhouse kick 
To your sympathies
You'll climb to the top of the corporate ladder
Of mediocracy
Sit comfortably
In your La-Z-Boy
Receiving the key to the City

Step right up!
"No reason to push or shove, there's plenty for everyone,"
Doctor Shade's Traveling Medicine Show

The old time remedies!
Step right up!
I have the potions
And the notions
That let you  live inside the dream
Living in the dream...

Doctor Shade's Traveling Medicine Show

The Old Time Remedies

Nihilist film noir existential jazz fusion detective dance music for our AI future  days.  Human music.
From the Album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
Another dark night in the promised land
Experiencing the universes empathic crushing hand
There are people today creating symphonies
With well worded prompts
You know me, I'm staying out of sight
At  late night haunts

I'm investigating black markets
Where people sell off all of their free will
They said you were gonna love me
But I could never ever seem to get my fill

The people out here 
They don't believe in nothing
No God of any kind
You said you were gonna love me
But I could not give you the reason why

You learn to live... (The AI prayer of life)

Another stoned day in the promised land
Experience randomness
And technologies charismatic helping hand
Hypothetical lovers through the screen
She said she was gonna love us
But circuits don't know what I mean

A whispered dream
Asato Ma Sadgamaya
(Hindu Prayer: Lead me from the unreal to the real)
Like a primal scream

Alter your creative spirit
(change the configuration)

Alter your consciousness
(change the configuration)

Alter your soul
(change the configuration)

Alter humanity
(change the configuration)

I'm like a primal scream
How docile we've become
I love how docile we've become...

Asato Ma Sadgamaya

Song about the 2nd to the last drink of the night. When you still have hope for humanity. Listen with headphones and drinks.

Lyrics:
The second, to the last one
For the night
It's creeping in
Light
The second, to the last one
Of the night
All my dreams are encapsulated and true
The second , to the last one
Of the night
I've got some drinks
I've got the signs
I've got it
Where all my dreams are encapsulated in truth
The dreams of the liar
Of the night 

These are the people who still have the fight
These are the people out with me on a Saturday night
These are the people who understand corporate bologna
Take one bite, the next thing they own ya
These are the people who wanna have a drink
On a Saturday night
With me
The second, to the last one
Of the night
The second, to the last one,
Of the night 
It's the best one

Your Man Of Mystery

The Second, To The Last One, Of The Night

A tribute to down and out day drinking.
Was the fire at the bar just an accident, or was arson involved in burning down this seedy establishment?

You've got a 3 alarm party (2X)
At 3 in the afternoon!

Well, we come here because  we have a hole in our life
Never gonna blow, never gonna know, this scene, this Town
That's lost its stride
Stale beer and the window smeared. Down here.
At the Hi-Top Lounge
Mother nature always has the last word
At 3 in the afternoon

We've got a 3 Alarm party(Multiple X)
At 3 in the afternoon, a 3 alarm party
Watching reruns of Maury, at 3 in the afternoon
We've got a 3 Alarm party
hey baby, I'm borderline sorry
For what I did to you
We've got a party right here in this bar
The Trocadero or the Hi-Top Lounge
A 3 alarm party at 3 in the afternoon

You've got nothing on you
You have your phone and your MP3s, and don't you know
You  have Booker T & the MG's on the jukebox
We've just settled here
Waiting out our existence
Wait for the weightlessness to come back into our life
Nothing but a Bohemian wet dream
A full-time alcoholic
A part-time human being

We've got a 3 alarm party
At 3 in the afternoon

3 Alarm Party @ 3 In The Afternoon

Lyrics:
I could sit in the corner all night
I can mingle with the people
And have conversations with everyone
But you don't invite me to your parties
Any longer in your frontal lobe

You're using reverse telepathy
My messages keep bouncing back to me
Reverse telepathy

Oh, can't you see?
Won't you adjust your frequency?
We've been on this wave length for so long
 I feel that there's something wrong

You're using reverse telepathy
My messages keep bouncing back to me
Reverse telepathy
My love. it  keeps coming back to me
Reverse telepathy, reverse telepathy (can't you see?)
I feel like i'm dining on 
Edible electricity!
Reverse telepathy

Darling, won't you come back to me?
You're using your
Reverse telepathy
My messages keep bouncing back to me
Reverse telepathy!

Reverse Telepathy

From the album:
'All feel and no technique ' (2020)
I still believe in lost love. This song should feel like eavesdropping on a conversation

Lyrics:
I went down to that bookstore where you worked that summer
Sometimes, I'd go down 2 or 3 times a day
Just to hear all the crazy things you'd say
You told me that you were an "Abstract Impressionism Painter"
Whatever that means
And that painting that you made of me
It made me look more sad and depressed and strange than I really am
That little apartment that we had there on the beach
We'd watch the waves
And shoot the fireworks into the sky
Like a temporary joy
Catharsis and destroy

(chorus)
We seem to breathe a different air (2X)
Cerulean Blue, that's what I called you
Cerulean Blue

We were a mismatch
And you could see right through me
That day, you tried to dye your hair blue!
I said: " What is that color?'
(Azure? ) 
Cerulean blue
(chorus)
You're the most interesting person in my world

You had a painter's eye
I had novelist words
You told me that all my favorite songwriters
Have crappy, crappy singing voices!
I fell in love with you that entire summer
What's a stupid boy like me to do, Cerulean Blue?


Note: Some of my favorite songwriters with crappy voices
Dan Bejar (destroyer)
David Berman (Silver Jews)
Kurt Wagner (Lambchop)
Randy Newman
Mark Eitzel (American Music Club)
Check them out.

Cerulean Blue

Have a listen to my album "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025). Quirky and interesting tunes.
Thank you 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. 
* Curiosities Of Outsider Art (Sept 2025)
*All this Useless Beauty (2025)
*Rockers (2024) 
*Arrhythmia & Blues (2024)
* The Curse Of A Good Looking Ghost (2024)
* 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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