I'm walking  down to McDonalds
And that's all I'm going to do today
I guess that I'm not moving on
From our moving on
The poet he dies of a thousand paper cuts every day
So I'll say
It's been a pleasure to be with you
In this space and time
And when your telephone it doesn't ring
And when your doorbell it doesn't chime
It's me

I went to the hypnotist
To try to make some kind of sense of this
He snaps his fingers
He goes 1,2,3
I let that hippy girl read my tea leaves
I don't want to, but I have to believe
And when your telephone doesn't chime
And when you feel that California sunshine
It's me

This poet, he see a little less beauty every day
I walk past the coffee shop
Past the Stop N' Shop
Past the parking lot
With that Polish Bar, where we used to go
When your telephone it doesn't ring
And when you're craving Gin & Grenadine 
It's me

It's been a pleasure 
To have someone like you in my life
And when your telephone it doesn't ring
And when you find out who was to blame for everything
It's me

When Your Phone Doesn't Ring (It's Me)

For Sandra T. from California, wherever you are. Thanks for talking to me through a bad trip.

Lyrics:
I liked me better when I was drinking
What in the hell was I thinking?
Sitting in a Van Nuys apartment at a party
With the losers from when I first started
She said, "I can give you a low dose
To chase off the ghost"
 "I can tell you've never had the righteous  opportunity
To feel your own infinity"

80 Milligrams of E
If you can't change who you'll be
Change how you see

I'm talking to her all night
At the apartment, tennis courts
A thousand miles an hour
In a slow-motion airport
I said: I've hurt everyone I loved
I am freaking out
 I step into the light (into the light...)

80 Milligrams of E
I'm feeling full of love and peace?
While I'm grinding my teeth
I'm going to walk all night
I'm going to take off my shirt
I'm going to end up somewhere else
Into the soft focus I fall
You can't change who you'll be
Without something to see

80 Milligrams of E
She said, "You know what I think?
"I liked it better when you drink,"
80 Milligrams of E
I'm gonna walk around all night...

80 MG Of E

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)

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 you're 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
You're exactly right
You're absolutely right
Living life to your own code
The lies we tell ourselves to live (2X)

You only love me when you're 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

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

Cocktail time jazz. Happy New Year!
Now appearing nightly, lounge singer Shade Structure and his jazz combo. 😉 (open shirt, sweaty, toupee, pinky ring. )

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 got to thinking, what would a country song sound like if outlaw musician Warren Zevon was still around to write them? (*)
Maybe something like this?  Everything you want in a country song: broken hearts, solitary country roads , banjo, and unique lyrical point of view.
Thanks for listening!

Lyrics:
They call me "Rusty"
But that's not really my name
It's a nickname a bartender gave me
He says: "Hey man, I think your mind is corroded."

Now I don't drink no more
I like to smoke
I don't need those California lagers
And the pinot noirs
She says that doesn't matter
"I'm throwing you out of this Florida bar,"

I get in my car, and I close the door
I'm driving all night on these lonesome roads
Anonymous and stoned

She said her name was "Honey"
You know I think that's funny
Because she never showed me any kind of real sweetness

I"d work for a million days
For a couple of Saturday nights
And some Sunday haze
I'm driving with the radio on
Waiting for the 'phrase that pays!'

I get in my car, and I close the door
I've been driving all night on these lonesome roads
Anonymous and stoned

I've been dragging my fat ass around
Like some kind of phantom limb I found
Don't pay attention to the foreground
All the real action is happening in the background

(sing along section)(2X)
I'm driving all night alone
On these old lonesome roads
Anonymous
Anonymous and stoned

I've been driving all night on these lonesome roads...

(*) After I wrote this, I had forgotten he recorded "Play it all night Long" , a pretty damn interesting song!

Lonesome Roads

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)

Something loose and fun to end the week.
A Howlin' Wolf style song.
Hey, in my mind, I'm a great dancer!!!

Lyrics:
We're rug cutting up a little on the dance floor
A little boot scuffin' on the rug (yes we do)
Sashay, into a little parlay with my girl
Bend, dip, twist, and twirl

I took my girl out for a dance on Friday night
And when the band kicked in, she said:
Something just doesn't seem right
I seem to dance on the 1s and the 3s (don't you see?)
High stepping, (yeah!) finger popping, that's what I do
You know when I work real hard
I really bust my moves

Yeah, I was busting my move
and she said to me
"Yeah, there's something wrong boo"
"cause you misaligned the groove'
Misaligned the groove
And that just goes to prove
Alcohol's the only thing that makes my dance moves improve

Rug cutting out on that dance floor
It's my St Louis Charleston flyover turnaround dance
Well, that's not your mother's mambo baby
Boot cutting, stripping down, turn your partner round
Bring em back around

Oh my girl, she calls me "Mr Slinky Bones"
Cause when I dance, I get real long and low
Real long and low
Mr Slinky Bones
She says: You dance like you think that you're  invisible
She calls  me
Mr Slinky Bones
I'm like a dog with 3 legs
Chasing his tail
I'm Mr Slinky Bones

Mr Slinky Bones

A regretful song about not seeing a friend  in need.
Fake Leonard Cohen in a higher register

Lyrics:
Sara, I never knew
How this world was killing you
I was so fucking oblivious
You did what you had to do
You could worry about the labels
For labels, they can't be peeled off you
Oh put me
Into the diving bell
Sink me down below
Into your private hell
I'll scrap the bottom of the floor
For the secrets you just can't tell
Put me in your diving bell

There's fire in the fuselage
A bizarre entertainment?
I just can't watch
Put me
Into your diving bell
Sink me down below
Into your private hell
I'm a weak man
I just had to come up for fresh air
Put me in your diving bell

I never asked
How you wore your mask
With your ritual tasks 
Seen through your jewelers glass
Oh drop me down
Into the diving bell
Sink me down below
Into your private hell
Diving bell

Sara , I never knew...

The Diving Bell (For Sara)

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

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
Note: AI artwork. No AI music

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?)

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.
Play loud

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.

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.

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

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

A character study in song of a young sociopath in training.

Lyrics:
When I was young
God said that I was "The One"
In  private conversations, we had
About my life 
And that's why I was inclined
To light those alleyway trashcans on fire
And when the police, they caught me
They asked me why?
Because it made me feel so good

I couldn't wait to get started on those gateway drugs
I don't seem to know the difference
Between what you should and what you could
The doctors say I'm misunderstood
"He's  funny. Peculiar"

Did I forget to mention those days
When I could just always get laid?
I didn't even have to lie
I've had a lot of doctors try to fumigate my mind
Funny.  Peculiar

I spent my entire Hawaiian vacation
I never went outside
I skipped out on the bill
Of  The Four Season's (hotel)
I take joy for all the wrong reasons
I'm just funny peculiar 

Funny. Peculiar
I feel I'm a well-adjusted weirdo
Just like you
Funny. Peculiar
Not funny, ha ha

Funny. Peculiar...

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

A sweet and sentimental song, for those who like that kind of thing.
Lyrics:
The rollercoaster ride
The wind it blows your hair
The first time you ever held my hand
Was on the hill called "devil's drop"
Did you think that I forgot?
The ferris wheel can take us up
But you'll always  end up back on the ground
So many things I'd change about me
Back then

A cotton candy buzz
It means you'll dare
I was that I was back there
Funhouse mirrors
It let's me see your beauty everywhere
The rollercoaster ride
The wind it blows your hair

The rollercoaster speed
The wind it blows your hair
The Tilt-a=whirl
It laughs at me
With the broken hearts at the shooting gallery
The rollercoaster ride

The first time you ever held my hand
You know I haven't forgotten
The rollercoaster ride
The rollercoaster ride

The Rollercoaster Ride

Check out my Album: "All This Useless Beauty". Americana songs reflecting on bad times and good. 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
* 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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