LOVE SONGS! cuddle with your sweetie!

AMERICANA ROCK! mother, moons, waltzes, valleys, pines, & more!

AMERICA DEMANDS MORE SCI-FI ROCK!!
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SCI-FI ROCK! America's favorite sci-fi rocknroll hits in one playlist!

America demands MORE Surf Rock!
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SURF ROCK! bro-dude!

Out there by Area 51
Once upon a time in the future, A spaceman landed in the neon night
He met a hitch-hiking sideshow Elvis, And took over his body and mind,
He stood by the road with his thumb in the sky A Bettie Page showgirl stopped & gave him a ride
Viva! Las Vegas, come get some extra-ter-restrial fun,
Viva! Las Vegas, out there by Area Fifty-One, Area Fifty-One
She liked his sideburns, he liked her bangs His sequined jumpsuit, her lacy underthangs
He sang like a houndog, she drove like a fox He said “Love me tender” she said “Some like it hot!”
They found that groove, driving, singing, & joking No promises made, no promises broken
He got a call, “They’d discovered his ship, You’d better get back there, lickety-split,
They’ve got jet fighters and laser drones, You’d better get your ass back home!”
They kissed goodbye, she said, “It was fun & such” He said, “I had a blast, oh and, thank you very much!”

Einstein Beach

Out There by Area 51

Drive-In Planet
This is the story bout Johnny and Janet, Falling in love on the Drive-In Planet
They were so young & their love was so frantic, Underneath the stars of the Drive-In Planet
The previews came on, she sat a little closer, Their hearts was goin, like a roller-coaster      
“High School Confidential”&“Hot Rods to Hell”, She made him promise that he wouldn’t tell
When the moon came up, they started the picture, About some scary, scaly,  alien creature
As he carries off the girl, in her negligee, They was foggin up the windows in his Chevrolet
A gang of teen-age hoodlums,  drag-racing souped-up crates, Saw the love-sick alien, making his escape
As they caught up to his saucer, rounding Dead Man’s Curve, Johnny rounded 2nd base, & headed for 3rd!
Everybody knows that teen-agers in love, Can’t resist the stars or the UFO’s above
Everybody knows when the movie screen goes dark, It’s gonna say, “THE END ?”, with a question mark.

Drive-In Planet

I have got you in my heart, I have got you in my heart
I’m gonna keep you there forever, So we can always be together

I have loved you from the start, I have loved you from the start
We were meant for each other, There could never be another you

Some say that nothing lasts forever, Hot goes to cold by entropy
But I don’t buy into that theory, When it comes to you and me

When I hold you in my arms, When I’ve got you in my arms
I can feel your heart beating, I can feel the true meaning of love

Got You In My Heart

Rockabilly Flying Saucer
Billy saw a Flying Saucer, Betty saw a flying saucer,
Jimmy saw a flying saucer, Jennie saw a flying saucer,
When they was makin out, last nite on Lover’s Lane!                        
If we tell the cops, they won’t believe us, Same with your Mom & Dad
If we tell our friends, they’ll only tease us, bout the beer we had
It looked just like a flyin saucer, sounded like a flyin saucer
It moved just like a flyin saucer, had lights like a flyin saucer
It had to be a flyin saucer, out on Lover’s Lane
Just like a movie from the 1950’s, we’s in a Time Machine
Alien Invaders and Atomic Mutants, what does it all mean?
Maybe it was an aeroplane? Oh no! It was a UFO!
Maybe it was a shooting star? Oh no! It was a UFO!                                  
Maybe it was your imagination? Oh no! It was a UFO!
Rockabilly Flyin Saucer, Rockabilly Flyin Saucer …

Rockabilly Flying Saucer

They got married on the Fourth of July,
She wore a white dress, he wore a tie,
Everybody who was standin by said, my oh my,
He got a job through the Union Hall
She worked part-time down at he mall
They didn’t care how the cards may fall, my-o-my
It’s an old cliche that some things were meant to be
They just never thought that much about destiny …
Coincidently, on that Fourth of July,
A super-nova, lit up the sky,
All the philosophers standin by said, my oh my!
Was it an omen from the cosmic past?
Was it fate? … the die was cast,
Their love shall forever last … oh, my oh my
Is that old cliche that some things are meant to be
Have any       basis in      re-al-i-ty? …  you tell me!
As the days and years rolled by,
She wore that white dress, he wore that tie
And on every Fourth of July, they sing “My, oh my!”

Rodeo Gulch

Fourth of July

all royalties go to Chuck Berry & Brian Wilson, ...please don't sue me, ...I'm just a little songwriter!
                               Surf Music California
   Dick Dale & The Deltones, The King of Surf Guitar
At The Rendevous Ballroom, Vibrato Whammy Bar
  All over Balboa, … hear that reverb ring
Surf Music California, was the “happening”
     Jan & Dean in “Surf City”, the girls were 2 to one
The Beach Boys on Surfari, havin’ “Fun, Fun, Fun”
   The Chantays played “Pipeline”, The Ventures “Walk Don’t Run”
The Surfaris didn’t Wipeout, they went to Number 1
Surf Music California, ‘cross the USA
    From the American heartland, Hear the radio play
             To American Bandstand, In Phil-a-del-phi-Ay
                               Surf Music California, ‘cross the USA
    Beach movies & hot rods, The latest dancing craze
By the summer of ’64, we’re in an LA haze
Surfin Bird by the Trashmen, Tequila by the Champs
Surf  Music California, made us Dance, Dance, Dance

Surf Music California

Love song dedicated to 1950'-60's Village Creek escapades in Southeast Texas

East Texas Pines

I’m just sittin in the sun, cause my work is done
I’m just catchin, me some rays, & I’m amazed that
Evrybody's goin somewhere, evrybody's doin somethin
I ain’t goin nowhere, I ain’t doin nothin
Cuz there’s nothin to be done, but sit here in the sun
I like to keep it simple, oh yeah, … easy as pie
Don’t need more money, than it takes, just to get by
The sky’s so blue, & the sea’s so green,
I can see forever, and I feel redeemed,  
And when all is said and done, I’ll be sittin in the sun
Well I dotted all my i’s, and I crossed my t’s 
Now I’m sittin by the shore, feel the ocean breeze


Sittin In The Sun(r)

Love song to Gail ala the Ronettes, ... just like Ronnie said.                

Do you remember the first time that we met?
Do you remember all the things that we said?
I remember the moon, I remember the moon, and you
I can remember how you held me so tight
And I remember how it felt so right,
And I remember the moon, I remember the moon, and you
I guess we just fell in together, It was either sink or swim
So we just held on to each other,
And I guess that we will to the end
Do you remember the first time that we kissed
I can remember the sweet taste of your lips
I remember the moon, I remember the moon, and you

I Remember The Moon

the Surfer with a Brain           
There’s a dude down at the beach, I see him everyday                                                                                           
He’s always got a smile, or something nice to say,
He never shoots the finger, or screams, “Out of my way!”
He never throws a tantrum, what’s with him, anyway?
   I know it’s hard to explain …. the Surfer with a Brain
He’s such a friggin pain …….     the Surfer with a Brain
He’s drivin me insane ………      the Surfer with a Brain
I see him at the Lane ….. he’s the Surfer with a Brain!
He’ll probly finish high school, and work at some career
He’s always reading poetry & talking really weird
He doesn’t go to parties, and puke his guts on beer
I’d like to take that longboard & stick it in his ear!
Chorus:
He says that surfins fun, and waves are there to share
He’s always got some stupid cause, & says that we should care
More about the ocean, than the styles we wear
And I just say “Oh yeah? Hey who cut your hair? your Momma?”

Surfer With A Brain

It’s The Attack, of the 50-Foot Surfer! Get back!, what could be worser?
The Attack, of the 50-Foot Surfer, he’s so rad! 
           
 In a secret laboratory, out in Hollywood,
Some creepy little scientist, was up to no good
He mixed atomic chemicals, in a bottle of Corona
This surfer dude drank it, and now were all gonna …
           
On the Pacific Coast Highway, down at Malibu,
He was droppin in, on Miki Dora’s crew,
He said, “Hey, posers, your waves are way too small,
I’m goin up to Maverick’s, where they’re 50-feet tall!”
         
 Now he got real mad, at his Bikini Beach bunny,
When she dumped him for some Barney with a pocket full of money
He said, “You little surfers, better run back to your mommy,
Because I’m jumpin in the ocean, and makin a tsunami!”

Attack of the 50' Surfer

classic love song for Gail from the 90's (she's always loved "Waltz Across Texas" by Ernest Tubb), recorded with Steve Wiesner, God knows when … ps: Steve only records first takes

Waltz with Me

Einstein Beach, sits squarely by the “c”, equates Mass and energy
Einstein Beach, there’s fun for evryone, warmed by photons from the Sun
Einstein Beach, build a castle in the sand, hold the Universe in your hand
Einstein Beach, you can frolic by the sea, splash around in Relativity

You can feel that Warp in Time, You can see that Curve in Space
You can search but you’ll never find another place like …     Einstein Beach!

You can tan and have a beer, cuz Ultraviolet waves is always near
You can boogie board and you can surf, In an expanding Universe
The Boardwalk lights up the night, Roller-coaster at the speed of light
Have a bonfire with your friends, the Cosmic Party never ends!!

The Big Bang blew to Kingdom Come & made the Space-Time Con-tin-u-um!

“Dora Lives”, … says it all, spray painted on a Malibu wall
Dora lives, … Gidget dies, somebody’s got to pay the price
He was the king of  “shuck & jive”, he couldn’t do that nine-to-five
He was the “Black Knight”, he was “da Cat”, he always knew just where it was at
He had style, baby, he had grace, he had charisma all over the place
Maybe a user, & a petty thief, but he owned the ocean beneath his feet
He might, steal your passport, steal your girl, take ‘em both around the world
Luxury sports cars, & expensive wine, a taste for Rothschild’s diamond mine
From Malibu to Biarritz, surfing Peru, & skiing Saint Moritz
With Skooter Boy, at Jeffrey’s Bay, he did it all for “a few free waves”.
He showed the judges, his best side, by mooning the beach on his final ride
They say he, surfed like a god, he surfed like a punk, A Dharma Beach Bum in baggie trunks!

Dora Lives

I loved those Monsters at the Drive-In on a Saturday nite
I got to hold my baby,  and squeeze her real tight
I loved those Monsters at the Drive-In, on a Saturday nite
I got to kiss her and tell her, “Everything’s alright”
There ain’t no such thing as a 100-Foot Tarantula
There ain’t no Giant Ants that’s comin to getcha
There ain’t no such thing as a Martian Spider
But, if you want me, I can holdja a little tighter
There ain’t no such thing as a Brain That Won’t Die
There ain’t no such thing as the Hypnotic Eye
There ain’t no Zombies Want to Eat You Alive
You’ll be safe, if you just sit by my side
There ain’t no Ending of the Human Race, by no
Blood-suckin Tentacles From Outer Space
Ain’t no Creatures From One Million BC
Any Thing that wants you’s got to, get by me
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Monsters At the Drive-in

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This Island Earth

"My Old Truck" by Terry Hartman, All-American songwriter, Ohio, USA
My old truck aint got much class, & it aint too good on gas, 
It’s got an old slant-6 that blows smoke as black as coal
It get’s me where I wanna go, just as long as I don’t know, 
Don’t know exactly ,      where I wanna go
When my life is in a rut, I drive away, I drive away in my old truck
And when it seems that I am stuck, I drive away, I drive away in my old truck
This ol world's fear & hate stays behind my busted tailgate, 
I lose my cool, cause I’m leakin anti-freeze
The tires are bald and such, I lost most of my clutch, 
The windshields covered hard with nicotine
And  when I’m down upon my luck, I drive away, I drive away in my old truck
And when I feel I’ve had enough, I drive away, with my dog in my old truck
And here, is the heart of the story:
My dog goes for a ride, and he sticks his head outside, 
He thinks we’re goin , 90 miles an hour
But the truth is, we don’t drive, more than forty-five, 
Cus the compression’s shot and we aint got that kind of power
When the world has run amok, We drive away, drive away in my old truck
And when our time on Earth is up, My dog and me, 
we’ll drive away in my old truck

My Old Truck

Sumertime in My Mind
Got to get out, in the sun, find myself some fresh air fun
Lay in the grass, look at the clouds,  hear the birds sing right out loud
You make it feel like summertime in my mind
You make it feel like school’s out all of the time
Don’t mean to be, cynical, I can’t breathe in this cubicle
Got to get out in, the zone, with no computer or telephone
You make me feel like, I could jump over the moon
You’re like the dish that ran away with the spoon
Call a friend,     say hello,  why don’t we     get up & go?
Take the bikes, for a ride, to the beach, or through the countryside
Let’s wear our birthday suits      at the swimmin’ hole
Let’s fill the jukebox up                    with old rock & roll
Don’t act your age, go climb a tree, just to see how far you can see
Take a walk, take a nap,    just please don’t download that app!

Summertime in My Mind

Hey, Alien Girl, what are we gonna do? You can’t live on my world, & I can’t, go with you
that night, you came down to Earth,You beamed me up, & abducted my heart
Now our love spans the whole Universe, but we’re light years apart
Who cares what the Federation says, they don’t know how we feel
No matter what their Regulation says, I promise that I always will 
I love, I love, I love, my Alien Girl, ooh Alien Girl...........
Come back, my Alien Girl, Set a course in Hyper-Drive, 
Let your spaceship orbit my world, to keep our love alive
There ain’t no astrophysical laws & there ain’t no laws of man
That can separate us because, Our love is in Fate’s Right Hand!
Who cares what their allegations are, they don’t know how we feel
Even if they relegate us to a star, I promise that I always will, 
I love, I love, I love, my Alien Girl, ooh Alien Girl.........
She talks in an Alien tongue, She’s from an Alien race
She don’t breath oxygen, But I can’t forget her face
With your galactic telepathic powers, I know you can read my mind
Cause I daydream about you for hours, Alien Girl, you’re so fine!

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Alien Girl

You’re the kind of woman I can’t resist
You’re the kind that I like to kiss, I’ll be honest & tell you this
I think that I’m falling, I think that I’m falling
I think that I’m falling for you
You’re the woman that I’ve been looking for
You’re the kind that I simply adore, I gotta tell you, I can’t take it no more
From the first time that I saw you, I couldn’t get you out of my mind
And now I wanna call you, Oooh, I wanna call you mine
Tell me baby, what you want me to do
And I’ll do it right now for you, I swear that these words ring true

I Think That I'm Falling

Mother, I love you, for all you have done, Mother I love you, your son.
No matter what goes, and no matter what comes Mother, I love you, your son.
Little boys like to sit in your lap, Little boys like to get warm,
Little boys grow up full of all kinds of crap, “Don’t you use cuss words ‘round Mom!”
Chorus:
Bigger boys like to come home from school, And have a sandwich with Mom,
Bigger boys act just like big goofy fools, Singin mushy old songs.
Chorus:
Proud young men think of doin what’s right, Proud young men feel so strong,
Proud young men don’t stay out drinkin all night, Cause Momma knows that that’s wrong.
Chorus:
Old sons get busy with sons of their own, Old sons get busy with life,
But old sons remember the first feelings of love, Sometimes old sons get it right

Mother I Love You

Santa Cruzn Girlz
Well those U.C.S.C. girls, I really dig those styles they wear
& those Pleasure Point girls with the way they surf
They wipe me out when I’m down there
Those redwood ganja farmer’s daughters, really make you feel alright 
& the North-coast girls, keep their boyfriends warm
Around the bonfire late at night
I wish they all could be Santa Cruzn, I wish they all could be Santa Cruzn
I wish they all could be Santa Cruzn Girlz
Yeah, the beaches have the sunshine, And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a French bikini on a yoga mat, At Sunny Cove down on the sand
I been all around this great big state, And I seen those L.A. girls
Yeah, but I couldn’t wait to get back to Santa Cruz
Back to the cutest girls in the world!

Santa Cruzin Girlz

Flying saucers over Paris, on the night we met
As they circle round the Eiffel Tower, we shared a cigarette                             
Black stockings hanging over a chair, Psychedelic saucer lights flash through your hair
We watch the night through curtains of lace, as air-raid searchlights beamed into space
Flying saucers over Paris, drinks at the Moulin Rouge, 
As they circle Sacre Coeur, you finish your chartreuse
We went into Bruno’s Electric Parlor, you got a heart tattoo, 
Searchlights & sirens screaming as we strolled down the avenue
We took the Metro back to your place, overlooking the Seine
Existential conversation, ... is amour fou really insane?
Flying saucers over Paris, they were circling the Louvre
the Eiffel Tower stood proud through the night, And you said, “Baby, it’s your move.”
 Silver space suit hanging of over a chair, I ran my green fingers thru your electric hair
Mothership floodlights beamed thru curtains of lace, As a neon halo encircles your sweet Earthling face

Flying Saucers Over Paris

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