Zombies In My Neighborhood
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Look over there
Walkin' up the Turnpike
These days you see them
Almost every day
Its another one of them
Unsightly zombies
Zombies in my neighborhood

I know that they keep to themselves
I know they don't hurt nobody
But they eat all the flowers
And leave a messon the lawn
And 'iffin you hit one
Your car will be totaled
Zombies in my neighborhood

	They live in a dream
	Waiting to hit hit that lucky number
	They hang out all day long
	They got nothing to do

Not allowed to shoot them
They're immune to poison
Smell pretty nasty
And they're always in the way
Keep an eye on your small dogs
Put a lid on the garbage
Zombies in my neighborhood

They live in a dream
Waiting to hit that lucky number
They hang out all day long
They got nothing to do

I saw Danny this morning
With the trash can shamen
Ain't lookin' so good
But he says he feels fine
Got bit by a zombie
Hiding in a dumpster
Zombies in my neighborhood

They live in a dream
Waiting to hit that lucky number
They hang out all day long
They got nothing to do

I think I'll go down
To the Borough Council Meeting
And see what can be done
About these zombies all over town
The Mayor says "Sorry"
"Zombies are protected"
Zombies in my neighborhood


© Rob Walsh
Slamtown Records 
Catalog No. 1501
Release Date: 09/01/15
2015 Roundeye Publishing & Manhattan Rob Music


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Zombies In My Neighborhood

©2015 Rob Walsh
Produced by Giovanni Fusco at The Mix Shack

Douchebag Blues
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My prospects are all out of minutes
My glory has faded away
I get up on that old treadmill
Day after day after day
The boss he don't like my performance
Old lady says that too
But she spends all the money on scratch-offs
And she likes the way that feels too
	But its OK
	I'm a Douchebag
	You can blame it on me

My woman is sweet perfection
What she wants is the way it will be
She keeps huggin' and kissin, and grindin' and dissin'
And speaking my mind to me
And 'iffin I want to take my peace
And give all the talking a rest
She shoots out her tires, blame it on me
'Cause she knows her lawyer's the best

	But its OK
	Ninety days
	Ain't nothin' to me

My children, they are all a blessing
And I know nothing more could be true
And I'm prayin' The Good Lord keeps them safe
In spite of the things they do
Sometimes I'm not understanding
What we do to them kids these days
I hope they can find something better to do
Than blowing each other away

	But its OK
	I'm a Douchebag
	You can blame it on me

Just like me . . .

Douchebag Blues

From the "Half Crazy" EP
Giovanni Fusco - Drums, Keys, Bass
Richard Ormrod- Clarinet
with thanks to Barkley McKay 
at Valley Wood Studio, Leeds, UK
Produced by Giovanni Fusco
Recorded and mixed at The Mix Shack, New Paltz, NY
Mastered by Larry DeVivo at Silvertone Mastering


Half Crazy

Don't Tread On Me

From the "Half Crazy" EP
Jeff McErlain - Guitar
Pemberton Roach - Bass
Giovanni Fusco - Drums, Keys, Bass
Richard Ormrod- Clarinet
with thanks to Barkley McKay 
at Valley Wood Studio, Leeds, UK
Produced by Giovanni Fusco
Recorded and mixed at The Mix Shack, New Paltz, NY
Mastered by Larry DeVivo at Silvertone Mastering

I'll Never Be The Same

Manhattan Rob with Rockabilly X!
Another Slamtown Digital Single
Barry Ryan - Guitar
Ira Kaye - Drums
Joe Dastolfo - Bass
Produced by Giovanni Fusco
Engineered by Kostadin Kamcev
Recorded at Mozart Recording Studio
Mixed at The Clubhouse, Rhinebeck NY
Mastered by Larry at Silvertone Mastering.
Copyright 2017 Rob Walsh

Manhattan Rob with Rockabilly X

Just Drive

from Manhattan Rob's Debut CD "Bad Passenger"

Last Stand

Words and music by Lee Hays and Pete Seeger.  From Manhattan Rob's debut CD "Bad Passenger"

If I Had A Hammer

from Manhattan Rob's debut CD "Bad Passenger"

Eighteen Wheels / I Know You Rider

I'm Broke Down Again

Hey Boss Man
by Rob Walsh  2011

Hey boss man
Hey boss man
Hey boss man
Why don't you throw me a bone
I'm tired, I'm hungry
Hey boss man
I gotta bring it on home

Hey boss man
I ain't lazy
I been workin'
My whole life long
You got work, I'm askin'
Hey boss man
I ain't doin' nothing wrong

	Look all day
	For that daily bread
	Come home empty handed again and again

	Come home late at night
	Feelin' like I'm dead
	Wish I could go out dancin;
	Balling the jack instead

Hey boss man
What's that there
That's my work
That ya sent outta here
Have mercy, I got babies
Hey boss man
Bring my job back here

	Tryin' all day
	Just to get ahead
	But everything I'm doing just turns into debt

Hey boss man
Hey boss man
Hey boss man
Why don't you throw me a bone
I'm tired, I'm hungry
Hey boss man
I got to bring it on home



Hey Boss Man

Manhattan Rob is as much a character as he is a singer/songwriter and energetic performer.  One’s first impression of Walsh might be as a kind of gnarly, road-worn codger who sounds like he's had his share of beatings in life.  Yet, despite this image, Manhattan Rob’s tight rhythms, clever lyrics and high energy performances put any doubt of freshness to rest. 
Manhattan Rob is an everyman figure.  Not necessarily political, but a populist flavor is definitely in evidence. He also tends to make fun of whatever he can.  Walsh's writing is usually about people and ideas that he has come in contact with, in his travels.  His style flows with Blues, Rock, Ragtime, and Americana, while keeping it fun with tongue-in-cheek sarcasm.
In the 1970’s, Rob Walsh began his musical journey as a solo coffeehouse performer and street musician in New York City. It was there he picked up the name "Manhattan Rob" from his street-level associates in New York’s Washington Square culture.  With the close of the 70's, Walsh became an active side-man on bass, saxophone and guitar during the post-punk era in Max's Kansas City, CBGB and other NYC venues.
After an extended foray into the London Pub scene, Rob returned to the 1980's New York club scene. As leader and front man of the enigmatic Hi-Fi TIE, Walsh enjoyed the attention of large audiences in the larger prestige venues as well as the smaller room on the Lower East Side. Hi-Fi TIE released one EP titled "The Boys Can't Help It" on Right On Red Records in 1984.
After years of living in itinerant life of travel, Walsh returned to his home in the hills of Northern New Jersey.  He resurrected his former moniker, Manhattan Rob, and began writing and gigging in the local club scene. There, he began to draw on his life-long feel for the blues and the folk-like roots in him that were reawakened by his years of travel.
Walsh's books of self-penned compositions have been growing considerably since then. From the years of travel and his take on what’s around him, Rob has plenty of material to build with.  Walsh's writing comes from the heart, and he tries to write from his listener's heart. His themes tend to be on the populist side with the added ingredients of personal depth, and a tongue-in-cheek twist on the issues.
With his unique style of songwriting and his clever lyrical styling, the music of Manhattan Rob is a breath of fresh air in the Blues and Americana genres.
For more information, please email: rob@manhattanrob.com

Manhattan Rob Walsh