Second Best

Human

It Ain't What It Ain't

Lazy Me

1999.9

Meet me tonight at the edge of town
We'll watch the millennium sun go down
The sun may never rise again
The coming night may never end
And I don't want to be alone
There's comfort in the rubbing of flesh and bone
No one cares what we might do
Or if you love me, or if I love you

Now the lights are out, and the wild dogs run
Through the desolate streets of heaven above
In the dead of night, in the dark of the heart
Desperate souls making desperate love

I'd like to find out how you feel
Behind the crumbled brick and stained steel
Beneath the civilized veneer
Beyond the reach of hope and fear
If God has turned his face from us
And we will soon return to dust
Then, mouth to mouth and skin to skin
We'll say goodbye to what might have been

Now the lights are out, and the wild dogs run
Through the desolate streets of heaven above
In the dead of night, in the dark of the heart
Desperate souls making desperate love
Desperate souls making desperate love

So spread your coat here on the dirt
Undo the buttons of your shirt
You feel so hard, you feel so nice
My hands feel as cold as ice
We'll close our eyes and bruise our lips
As we kiss the apocalypse
That kiss will mark the end of time
Nineteen ninety nine point nine
Nineteen ninety nine point nine

Now the lights are out, and the wild dogs run
Through the desolate streets of heaven above
In the dead of night, in the dark of the heart
Desperate souls making desperate love
Desperate souls making desperate love
Desperate souls making desperate love

The unexpected dawn arrives
And only strangers have survived
Now there's nothing left to say
Good morning - happy New Year's Day

What's That Thing?

1999.9

MONTY'S ROOM

I was alone in a hotel of strangers
I was alone with nothing much to do
Wandering, sleepless and wired
When I heard the music coming out of 3802, and

Everybody's hanging out in Monty's room
Everybody's playing their guitar
Everybody's talking 'bout Monty's room
Where everybody gets to be a star

I squeezed into an empty corner
And waited as they went around the room
I sometimes forgot I was waiting
For Monty to notice me and ask for a tune, and

Everybody wants to go to Monty's room
Check your ego at the door
Cause everyone is equal up in Monty's room
And Monty's always there to make sure

It's getting kind of late here in Monty's room
But nobody seems to mind it
And out in the cold hotel corridors
People are still trying to find it

I'm tuning my guitar here in the corner
Soon, I know,  it's going to be my turn
But some old friends just walked in the door
And Monty smiles and says, "Come in, sit down"

They're passing 'round a bottle up in Monty's room
And everybody's singing harmony
There's always room for one more up in Monty's room
I hope they'll find a little room for me
I hope they'll find a little room for me
I hope they'll find a little room for me

Monty's Room

I was having lunch with Elvis
At the Loch Ness Café
We were talking ‘bout the dreams we nailed
And the ones that got away
I said, "I wish I was a star like you
God, I love that rock n roll"
He said, "Finish up your soda, son
And your fries are gettin' cold"
The waitresses are beautiful
But they won't give me the time of day
Why do I keep on coming back
To the Loch Ness Café?

Odysseus drank his coffee, black
Then he set out on some trip
And when he thought no one was looking
Lincoln pocketed the tip
I pretended that I didn't see
I just minded my own business
'Cause I knew that the Invisible Man
Was the only other witness
Everybody stares at me
But when I catch ‘em, they look away
Why do I keep on coming back
To the Loch Ness Café?

At a table in the corner
Where the lights were turned down low
I saw the Kennedys holding hands
With Marilyn Monroe
And J. Edgar Hoover, in disguise
Was pretending to mop the floor
Near where Castro sat with Sigmund Freud
Comparing their cigars
The busboy says I'm crazy
And he hits me with his tray
Why do I keep on coming back
To the Loch Ness Café?

Einstein ordered after me
But they brought his dinner first
The waiter took a shortcut
Through an alternate universe
In the men's room, Adolph Hitler
Was complaining to the Pope
That Pontius Pilate got there first
And used up all the soap

Einstein had a hard time
Trying to calculate the tip
He was counting on his fingers
I could see him move his lips
And Hamlet had an omelet
While Ophelia ate a Danish
She said, "You're driving me insane-ish
You're a cold fish with a death wish"

I stopped in after midnight
For a little bite to eat
When I saw the Loch Ness dinosaur
Sitting in my favorite seat
She had a leather jacket on
And a Jimi Hendrix shirt
She was watching the display go 'round
With those oversized desserts
I said, "I thought that you were dead"
She said, "No, I've just been away
But I can't resist the cheesecake
At the Loch Ness Café"

Cary Brown - piano, organ
Rick Garcia - lead guitar, guitar solo
Cliff Hackford - drums
Emile Menasché - electric guitar
Mike - lead vocal, acoustic and electric guitars, bass, harmonica
Barbara - backing vocal

Loch Ness Cafe

Loch Ness Cafe (Karaoke Version)

BUY ONE, GET ONE FREE (Mike Borok)
 
It was a holiday
It was a sale day
It was a shopping spree
When I realized that the merchandise was consuming me
I felt my brain respond
I had a coupon
I saw the big display
I was mesmerized as I joined the line for the give-away
Buy one, try one
Buy one, get one free
 
There was some tiny print
Under the fine print
There was a guarantee
Specially designed by creative minds for seducing me
And in the showcases, hundreds of faces
Looking like long-lost friends
Lining all the aisles with their plastic smiles of encouragement
 
Buy one, try one
Buy one, get one free
 
And all the shopping malls
Seemed to call my name
And all the lights invited me in...
 
I tried to turn my head
But it was no good
I tried to close my eyes
But I lost it all
To the siren call of the merchandise
 
Buy one, try one
Buy one, get one free

Buy One, Get One Free

New Middle Class is Barbara Borok (lead vocal) and Mike Borok (guitar/vocal).  Their many songwriter awards include Grand Prize in the 2003 MTL Songwriting Contest at the prestigious Kerrville Folk Festival in Texas and, most recently, finalist in the 2019 South Florida Folk Festival Songwriting Contest.  They sing about relationships and current events gone awry, the origin of the universe, life, death and desserts.

Their original songs walk a thin line between the funny and the serious, with distinctive vocals, harmonies and delightfully unexpected lyrical twists and turns.

New Middle Class

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