Words and Music by Max Belz

Vying for position
on the bench at school
With a member of the established elite.
Clearly I’m uncool.

What is this--the Boer War?
All this old trouble again?
Scoot on down, make some room.
This is your day of doom.

With a sweater and an anecdote,
He thinks that it’s his day.  
Trouble brews in the tropic breeze,
I will make him pay.

In the dock before the judge,
Please extradite this punk.
He is guilty on every ground,
The steamer awaits his trunk.

Boer War

Written by Tom Paulus and Max Belz

Recorded and Produced by Bernard Chadwick at Legge Alley Projects in Pasadena, CA. 

Tom Paulus: Guitar, Vocals, Bass
Max Belz: Piano, Vocals
Chris Gioielli: Drums
Bernard Chadwick: Acoustic Guitar, Tamborine
Colin Beverage: (Intended) Bass Player

Caller Id

A randynewman-esque ramble through the high desert...

Man From Nowhere

surfin with ray davies on the way to big sur with the beach boys

Music and Lyrics by Max Belz and Tom Paulus
Tom on guitar.
Max on piano and organ. 
Bernard Chadwick on bass, drums, etc.

Recorded and mixed by Bernard Chadwick at Legge Alley Projects in Pasadena, CA. Mastered by Daniel Brouns in Pasadena. Shoutout to Chris Gioielli for helping shape the song. Thanks to Rachel Paulus, Emily Belz, and Adam Belz for the support.

Driving north by the waves and the pine,
I hear her haunting call.
I see the rock at Morro Bay,
As she casts her velvet pall.

Is this the life you promised?
All you did was leave me low.
All I have is this carpeted mansion,
No taste, no norms, and no names in my phone.

Is this the life you promised?
All you did was leave me low.
You wished me well at our last parting.
And now I'm counting money all alone"

I sit at night alone in the cabana
Counting money stack on stack
I would be rich, but the currency's changed
I want the other diagnosis back.

Time to generate some content.
I need to something to say
I spoke to the main consultant 
he'll get back to me by END OF DAY.

The lines are jammed and the sink is dirty
Time to clear the jazz cookies from my cache.

Morro Bay

Music and Lyrics by Tom Paulus and Max Belz.
Tom on guitar.
Max on piano. 
Bernard Chadwick on bass, drums, synth, shaker, etc.

Recorded and mixed by Bernard Chadwick at Legge Alley Projects in Pasadena, CA. Mastered by Daniel Brouns in Pasadena.  Shoutout to Chris Gioielli for helping shape the song.  Thanks to Rachel Paulus, Emily Belz, and Adam Belz for the support.

words:

things got pretty primitive at the twin palms motel
thought you were authentic 
when you couldn’t assume good will
left me feeling defensive…
you said death to the false self
insisting on the truth 
but there's no love
It's heaven
And  hell

nothin sadder than two people
lonely together 
and I can’t stop dreaming of a tender love to hold me

Nothing grows in the Yucca Valley
got survival on the brain
damn I wish I could blame you baby and defend this false name
death to the false self
don’t remember when I built this wall…
but here we are again
at the twin palms inn

Twin Palms

All Alone by the Delta Rhythm Boys meets Justices Roberts, Ginsberg, Scalia.

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