House of Z: Texas Pop-Punk

Aka PTSD is my delusions RE4 JEFÉ OBSOLETE wanna your train cho cho PURO COMMANDO VITZINÉ

Your love’s a bouquet of fragrant, vengeful thorns,
Your lips form a barren, glacial kiss;
Your face - a buffet of piercing stares and scorn,
Your heart’s an emotional abyss.

It’s all so deceptive,
It’s like nothing that you said;
In fact, it’s unbearable,
Yet again, I’ve been misled.

Love is the answer
But the questions aren’t ever resolved;
Madness ensues
When your brain and my heart are involved.
Pardon me, luv,
But I don’t feel that I’ve earned your trust;
Please illustrate
how this is like anything we previously discussed.

Your words are penetratingly pernicious,
Your voice, metallically melodic,
Your ways, surreptitious and duplicitous,
Your speech always cuts me to the quick.

This isn’t enjoyable,
It’s like nothing that we planned;
In fact, it’s untenable,
It’s like torture on demand.

Please, release me, let me be;
I haven’t the nature for this game.
Please, release me, set me free;
It’s plain that I flew too close to the flame.

Love is the answer,
Hysteria has surely evolved;
Madness ensued
Now I’m much too deeply involved.
Pardon me, luv,
While I take in the restraint I so crave;
Please let me stay,
I’ll do all that you want; I’m your slave

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© Copyright 2021 Spherical Dances Music

Music & Lyrics: James Edward García
Vocals, Guitars, Bass Guitar, Keyboards, Programming: Z

Love is the Answer

Alone on the street from an early age
Starving, yet feeding a beer-fueled rage
Strife and pain, your only rights from birth 

You signed up to fight in the 2nd war
(Did you known we were who you were fighting for?)
You thankfully prayed when your transport touched the earth

Chorus
Falling to your knees
	Falling, falling down
Falling to your knees
	Falling, falling down

She caught your eye when you went into town
Your courtship turned both your lives upside down 
You couldn’t believe you landed that sweet bombshell
 
She brought you to church, your vows to exchange
A household to build, your lives rearrange
Two lifetimes united as to your knees you fell

Chorus

Mama found you slumped on the floor
Asked what you were down there for
Confessing your sins is what you would say

“Was I a good man?” you tearfully cried
“You’ve got no regrets” said your beautiful Bride
She knelt over you and bid farewell that day 

Chorus

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© Copyright 2021 Spherical Dances Music

Music & Lyrics: James Edward García
Vocals, Guitars, Bass Guitar, Keyboards, Programming: Z

Falling Down (To Your Knees)

A song for the fabulously sexy and mature ladies in our lives.

At the End of Day
© Copyright 2020 Spherical Dances Music

Music & Lyrics: James Edward García
Vocals, Guitars, Bass Guitar, Keyboards, Drum Programming: Z

CHORUS
It’s not the way your eyes don’t shine, dear,
It’s not the freshness of your locks;
Although your eyes no longer shine clear,
You‘ll always be my silver fox.

Don't have diamonds, don't have stocks
Don't have anything in a safe deposit box
Don't have trust funds or a cool resume
But I'll feed you chocolate kisses
	at the end of the day
 
My middle's getting softer
	and my hair is starting to gray
But I'll carry you to bed
	at the end of the day

CHORUS

Don’t have contacts, don't have class
Don't have crystal, it's all unleaded glass
Sometimes my manners are a bit risqué
But I'll make you chamomile
	at the end of the day 

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

In a world full of fast sports cars
You’re my favorite classic frame
A dame among girls; stilettos and pearls
You’re the wiser, curvier dame

After late night tequila shots,
You’re my morning cup of Joe
Kind of hopin’ that in this world of Bobs
I’m still your favorite beast and beau

In a world full of big red cups,
You’re my favorite champagne glass
Check out that…(sigh) yeah…

SOLO

CHORUS
    
It’s always been your feline charm dear,
How you dance to the pub jukebox;
My eyes no longer see you clearly,
At the end of the day,
you’re still my silver fox.

At the End of the Day (Radio Edit)

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You Said Don’t Call Me Anymore
Lyrics: Steve Colunga
Music: James Edward García
© Copyright Spherical Dances Music/SJ Ars Nova

The words I’m sure didn’t come easy
the words that you were searchin’ for
but you know, you didn’t even stttttutter
when you said, “don’t call me anymore.”*

I didn’t know just what you meant 
when you said your heart was spent,
you gave up your dreams, now reality screams
in your ears, as you go to work in the morn’

No one warned you ‘bout life’s funny turns
No one gave a reason why you got burned
but the piper you’ll pay, one of these days
its really the only way you’ll learn

Sometimes friends are unaware
Sometimes friends pretend to care
 Sometimes friends don’t understand
Sometimes friends act just like men

Now you’ll never know the secret (no clue)
now you’ll never know the score (I mean: really?!?)
now you’ll never know perfection (It’s all gone, baby )
cause you’ll say, “Don’t call me anymore.” (This ship has sailed)

“Have a nice...day”

You Said,"Don't Call Me Any More"

NO (Love, Sweet Love)
Lyrics & Music: James Edward García
© Copyright 2020 Spherical Dances Music

You wanted me and I gave in
Fell into love; fell into sin
I tried so hard to be your prince
I should have made some fast footprints
 
So impressed I must have been
To fall into this fast tailspin
I tried so hard to be your slave
No one I know is quite that brave

CHORUS
Love, Sweet Love:
   How could you be so wrong for me?
   I don't know what I was thinking.
Love, Sweet Love:
   Don’t sing your tragic song for me
   It's pretty clear:
	I wasnt thinking.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You needed space; I gave you much
You accused me of losing touch
I tried so hard to be the one
I should have turned around and run
 
CHORUS
 
Don’t even start; please don't begin
You have no heart, you mannequin
I tried so hard to be your love
Now here's the door
	and here's the shove
 
CHORUS
 
© 2003/2020 Spherical Dances

NO (Love, Sweet Love)

A song for the fabulously sexy and mature ladies in our lives.

At the End of Day
© Copyright 2020 Spherical Dances Music

Music & Lyrics: James Edward García
Vocals, Guitars, Bass Guitar, Keyboards, Drum Programming: Z

Don’t have cool clothes,
	no fine car
Don't own a mansion
	or a custom made guitar
Can’t write out a check
	and my credit's gone astray
But I'll write you silly love songs
	at the end of the day

CHORUS
It’s not the way your eyes don’t shine, dear,
It’s not the freshness of your locks;
Although your eyes no longer shine clear,
You‘ll always be my silver fox.

Don't have diamonds, don't have stocks
Don't have anything in a safe deposit box
Don't have trust funds or a cool resume
But I'll feed you chocolate kisses
	at the end of the day
 
My middle's getting softer
	and my hair is starting to gray
But I'll carry you to bed
	at the end of the day

CHORUS

Don’t have contacts, don't have class
Don't have crystal, it's all unleaded glass
Sometimes my manners are a bit risqué
But I'll make you chamomile
	at the end of the day 

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

In a world full of fast sports cars
You’re my favorite classic frame
A dame among girls; stilettos and pearls
You’re the wiser, curvier dame

After late night tequila shots,
You’re my morning cup of Joe
Kind of hopin’ that in this world of Bobs
I’m still your favorite beast and beau

In a world full of big red cups,
You’re my favorite champagne glass
Check out that…(sigh) yeah…

SOLO

CHORUS
    
It’s always been your feline charm dear,
How you dance to the pub jukebox;
My eyes no longer see you clearly,
At the end of the day,
you’re still my silver fox.

At the End of the Day

Multi-Genre Composer/Performer/Producer
Rock, Dark Pop, Texas Pop-Punk, Modern Texas Blues, Classical Chill, Electronic, Adult Contemporary

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At the End of the Day (Radio Edit)

House of Zorion