Where’s My God Damn Belt?

I’ve looked under the sun
interrogate everyone
and I am   so confused

It’s Monday morn
week has just been born
and i’ve got lotta things to do

Where’s my god damn belt?
My god damned belt
Where’s my god damn belt?

Think back

Friday i got home 
I mute my phone
got undressed from work

I remember it clearly
and if only cause merely
I was thinking that my boss was a jerk

And I know i tossed it down
god damn it HAS to be around
And I’m late for work!

Where’s my god damn belt?
my god damn belt
Where’s my god damn belt?

Where’s my god damn belt?
my god damn belt
Where’s my fuckin’ belt?

SOLO


It wouldn’t be so bad
I’ve got the bod of a dad
but not much of an ass

And if I don’t find my belt
my day is sure to be hell
my pants be fallin down
all damn day

Where’s my god damn belt?
my god damn belt
Where’s my god damn belt?

Where’s my god damn belt?
my god damn belt
Where’s my god damn belt?

Where's My Goddamn Belt?

Our Breakup Song 

Crowded streets and empty faces,
Looking at the same old places,
Of you and us there are no traces
Drinking coffee all alone ( alone alone )

Quiet mornings missing kisses
that little spot that my soul misses
I don’t know where that or this is
I guess I’m doing this alone

++++++++++++++++++++++++

CHORUS
humming our breakup song
singing our breakup song
crying our breakup song
Ever since you’ve been gone

humming our breakup song
singing our breakup song
crying our breakup song
where did we go wrong? 

++++++++++++++++++++++++

Flying down the ocean highway
You went your way I went my way
It wasn’t any type of bad day
But I recall my bad cologne

Crowded streets and empty faces,
Looking at the same old places,
Of you and us there are no traces
Drinking coffee all alone
Drinking coffee all alone
Drinking coffee all alone

Our Breakup Song

Cleveland Rust Belt Boy

Inspired by Robin Wall Kemmerer's book "Braiding Sweetgrass"

Under a Strawberry Moon

50 years in the grasses
50 years in the sun
50 years in the trees
50 years homespun
mmm hmmm

Running free in the golden
to secret forts in the trees
going down to the river
to dip our feet
mmm hmmm 

Under a Strawberry Moon
Fruit so ripe
It would make you swoon

Under a Strawberry Moon
Feasting in the dark of June
under a Strawberry Moon

wild berries are calling
come to me with your heart
little tiny white roses
served fresh a la carte

Flower moon bring your glowing
softened sun like a dove
sour green until
crimson hearts bring your love

Under a Strawberry Moon
Fruit so ripe
It would make you swoon

Under a Strawberry Moon
Feasting in the dark of June
under a Strawberry Moon

50 years in the grasses
50 years in the sun
50 years in the trees
50 years homespun
mmm hmmm

Under A Strawberry Moon

I want to tell you
That I am honored
that you would keep
my dog

I need to tell you
that it means so much
to me
that you’d bring in
my dog

I know it’s silly
but honestly, really
I’m glad to know
that you
will love
my dog

My dog is one of two
that I could never do
without
and the other,
well, that’s you

My dog is one of one
he’s my only son
and as my life is done
He goes to you
and I thank you

He’s gonna kiss you
He’s gonna run and jump
and play
like mad
every day

He’s gonna give you
the kind of love
you’ve never had
In such a doggy
way

You won’t believe him
But he will know
when I’m around
and he’ll bark
my way

My dog is one of two
that I could never do
without
and the other,
well, that’s you

My dog is one of one
he’s my only son
and as my life is done
He goes to you
and I thank you

I want to tell you
That I am honored
that you would keep
my dog

I know it’s silly
but honestly, really
I’m glad to know
that you
will love
my dog
I’m pleased to know
that you will love my dog
Relieved to know
that you will love
my dog

My Dog

In the Event (of an Emergency)

Written, played, recorded and mixed by Paul Fresty 2022

Mastered by Simon Gibson, Abbey Road Studios

https://www.abbeyroad.com/engineer/simon-gibson

LYRICS
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In the event of an emergency
Break the glass
It’s OK…You won’t bleed
The flames are just for decoration
The mind plays tricks with desperation
Take that breath
Embrace your death

In the event of an emergency
Put your head down low
Between your knees
Take deep breaths It’s respiration
Sacrifice for love of nation
you should just confess
You made this mess

In the event of an emergency
say your prayers  say your prayers
In the event of an emergency
when no one cares
cause no one dares

In the event of an emergency
hold the ones you love
transparently
Give the love you’ve
been withholding
Spread the joy
with skies unfolding
Breathe the sun
if we don’t we’re done

In the event of an emergency
say your prayers  say your prayers
In the event of an emergency
when no one cares
cause no one dares  

in the unlikely event of an emergency
you’ll be told to tune
to channel three
There won’t be time
for flagellations
or massing troops
with preparations
it will just be gone
just like this son …

In The Event (Of An Emergency)

The more you live 
the more you laugh
The more that you are free

The more you give
the less you lack
You don’t have to take it
from me

The more you touch
the more you feel
The more that you are sure
you’re real

The more you hope
the more cope
the more that you can
truly feel


The more, the more,
step though the door
The more, the more
that you adore
the more, the more
spread your wings
the more the more
that makes you sing
the more


The more you breathe
The more you live
The more you can 
just forgive

The more you grace
the more you know
The more that you 
will grow

The more you wish
the more you weep
The more that
You just can’t keep

The more you pray
The more you shine
The more that you
align


The more, the more,
step though the door
The more, the more
that you adore
the more, the more
spread your wings
the more the more
that makes you sing
the more 

The more that you 
give in life
The more 
you will receive
Your future waits
Believe
there’s so much more

The More

Nothing ever is the way it was 
Nothing ever is the way 
Nothing ever is the way it was 
Nothing ever is 
The way 
It was 

It’s not the same, 
When you go back, 
People change
Emotions lack
It can never be
Even that little tree
Is standing tall
While you lost track

There’s been some cutbacks 
at our work
We lost 12 good ones
And kept the jerks
When I think back to times
I didn’t know were times
I guess I couldn’t see
The perks

Nothing ever is the way it was 
Nothing ever is the way 
Nothing ever is the way it was 
Nothing ever is 
The way 
It was 

Bridge
It was
A perfect time
It was
Imperfect rhyme
It was
Just how it was meant to be
It was
Romanticized
It was
As advertised
It was
And again will never be

Nothing ever is the way it was 
Nothing ever is the way 
Nothing ever is the way it was 
Nothing ever is 
The way 
It was 

Glory days are hard to see
As you live them
So carefree
But when it comes the time
To grab ahold or climb
You can’t look back
You can’t stop time

Nothing ever is the way it was 
Nothing ever is the way 
Nothing ever is the way it was 
Nothing ever is 
The way 
It was

The Way It Was

"Not At All"

I’m happy in the spring 
I’m happy in the fall 
I’m happy in the summer 
In the winter, not at all 

Everything is new
The sky is pure blue 
fresh green grass 
April morning dew
The valley is so green 
It’s borderline obscene
In the spring 
The fresh spring time

I waste a little time 
Feelin’ really fine 
Hammock in a tree
In the summertime 
Hanging by the pool 
Talkin’ ‘bout old school 
In the summer 
Sunny summertime 

Smells are in the air 
Orange is everywhere 
Cinnamon and leaves 
All in my hair 
Apple pie is best
Feeling really blessed 
In the fall 
The gorgeous fall

If you’re feeling old 
You hate the freezing cold 
I don’t even care 
if you love to ski
Cause winter is a pain 
Inside I go insane 
In the winter 
Lonely winter time

Not At All

She’s got an attitude
When she gets out
she comes unglued 
She’s half as cute 
as she is rude. 
Hey, who do you think you are?

She’s got an attitude
on a different magnitude 
Her grip is really skewed
She thinks that she’s a star


She assumes that I should bow to her
cause she’s acting like the queen 
But everything she says to me 
Is more and more obscene 
 
Pretty little packaging
But her words are double mean
Check her into rehab
Before she messes up the scene 

Innocence in face alone 
Is something we’ve all seen 
But maybe you should listen more 
And cut down on caffeine 

Mary had a little lamb
And the lamb did surely go
Everywhere that Mary said
Mary won’t take no

Attitude

On A Yellow Bus
By Paul A. Fresty

I recall
As a boy
getting on the bus
to go 
to school
with you

You were cute
I was shy
I was just a little guy
learning how
to flirt

You held my hand
You were sweet
you set my heart to ease
I wasn’t scared
no more

I was blind
I was hypnotized
I was just a kid
and you 
were 
thirty-four


I feel in love
on a yellow bus
driving down the street
in an assigned seat

I feel in love
on a yellow bus
at fourth and main
I’ll never be the same.

As it turned out
you were married
and you had
three kids
in school

But I was sure
you were the one
for me
and I 
Professed
my love

You held my hand
and said that I was sweet
And you would be
so true

The school year passed
And you were kind
as you could be
And I 
still think
of you.

On A Yellow Bus

Can We Make It Through The Night?

Upon This  Quarantine Christmas
By Paul A. Fresty - Copyright 2020 - All Rights Reserved

I remember Christmas long ago
when magic filler the air
and there was snow
And I remember looking forward
as anticipation grew
to see if Santa
really would come through

My eyes would open
and I’d be airborne
Dash to the tree 
to see the sight
Run to my parent’s room
and jump up on their bed
As I told them there were
marks from Santa’s sled.

But This year has  been a different season
How do we share our gifts
when we’re apart?
I think the answer’s
in the question
The gifts we need
Have been always in our hearts


On this quarantine Christmas
On this quarantine Christmas
Upon  this quarantine Christmas
The gifts we get
are found within
our hearts


I bought you gifts
I had to ship them
The boxes feel so empty
when you’re not here
I’ll miss your eyes
anticipating
what sweet nothings
are under the tree
this year

It’s just one year they say… 
God willing
A quiet Christmas
home alone
But you are here 
in more than spirit
you’re safe and well
and we’ll catch up
on the phone.

Upon This Quarantine Christmas

Paul writes, records and releases his thoughts into the universe for your humor and enjoyment. Peace to you.

Paul A. Fresty

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