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…and all the Britons wake up
another dive bar break-up
We fall asleep in make-up
…and in your sunny bedroom
lounging and drinking tea
your bleached blonde hair is messy

You left the Isle of Wight
In haste on a reckless plight
Didn’t have the strength to fight no more 
Down at Chalet del Mar
you were dancing on the bar
Trying to catch a shooting star again

Lido between the cars
kissing your lovely scars
Your heart is bigger than the sun

Oh Dani everyone’s in love with you
If you only knew
We want more for you 
Sometimes this pretty world will be so cruel to you
Cause it’s what they do
They want more from you
They’ll use you up and turn you out and pray you’ll lose
‘till you’re washed out and your strung out
Sick with the cocaine blues
This time of year the English Roses are in perfect bloom

Don't Pretty Up Your Worried Head

©2014 F.Miller/billyhill music ASCAP

I learned a thing about the south 
I learned a bit about the weather 
I learned alot about the women 
and I think it might be better 
So we should take a long drive 
down the coast to Napoli 
But love if you dont want love 
we could get drunk and watch TV 
As long as I got my Italian girls with big sunglasses 
hide blue eyes with bangs and lashes 
take my money and keep me clean 

Yeah I heard you got a man 
but that really dont concern me 
cause I just wanna hold your hand 
and we can talk about punk rock 
and we can talk about sex 
and we can talk about New York 
and where you wanna go next 
Jamaica I think I'll take ya 
Italian girls without sunglasses 
looks at me and bats her lashes 
take my hand to New York City again.

Bangs And Lashes

©2014 F.Miller/billyhill music ASCAP

The boss and Brando are my friends 
A tragic means and a bitter end 
you’re no less important to me now 
now that you spend your days and nights below the ground 

The shit you shoot must be the best 
you sell your guitars and all the rest 
It takes one to know one kid I guess
Cause when you die you’ll be the best 

Brian Jones he took a dive 
and D. Boone went for a ride 
I took my woman underground 
and now I sing without a sound 


Thank God For Mental Illness

©2014 F.Miller/billyhill music ASCAP
The Weather (In Your Head)

If you weren’t so boring 
Out there busy scoring 
We could go exploring 
On the sun 
Together with your Friends 
Together with your 

If I ever stop touring 
Drinkin, dancin, floorin 
If it ever stops pouring 
In my heart 
The weather in your head 
The weather in your 

I’ve been wailing 
And what’s more 
I’m so desperate 
For the sure 

We could spend the morning 
Sailing and shoring 
Me and you performing 
In the sun 
Together on my boat 
Together on my


If I start ignoring  
And we sleep through the morning 
If our love gets foreign 
and stark  
We’ll make it brand new 
Make it brand new 

I’ve been wailing 
And what’s more 
I’m so desperate 
For the sure 

If I can’t stop falling
Sippin, shootin, snortin  
Tell me something, Darling 
Could you go on?
Together without me 
Together without 

Of course you said, “I couldn’t” 
And I hope you know I wouldn’t 
Leave you lonely, love 
Hang up the phone 
And hold me in your arms 
Hold me in your 

I’ve been bailing 
Scared for sure 
I am changing 
I want more  

The Weather (In Your Head)

Lyrics
Goin' back to Arkansas 
Gonna kill my Ma and Pa 
I don't feel bad when I lie 
I ain't gonna pay for it when I die 
Been driving this wreck for 13 days 
Made it through the mountains and made it through the haze
And they say...

We can't help you, Holly
We can't get you off that speed 
We know how to, Holly 
But it's gonna cost you something deep 

She left New York to LA
She lived by the mountains and once by the bay 
She left New York to LA 
Bought an apartment and slept in the hay 
She's up all night and sleeps all day 
Like Bela Lugosi on a gurney grave 
And they say...

W can't help you, Bela
We can't take away your curse 
Just keep on shootin' Bela
'cause things they can't get much worse 

Goin' back to Tennessee
I got me a girl and she's got three
I stop by when I'm in town 
Her husband lets me sleep on the couch 
And I say...

God, I love you, Brittany
Won't you get me off the street 
She just kisses me softly 
and then she wishers something sweet 

Goin' down to New Orleans 
with a brand new suit that's tearing at the seams 
Steppin' in the 9th Ward, Sippin' in Treme
Got me a gig and I just might stay 
But they say...

We can't help you, Frankie 
We can't take away your curse 
If you Keep on drinkin' Frankie 
things are bound to get much worse       
©2014 F.Miller/billyhill music ASCAP


We Can't Help You, Holly.

One Foot In The Grave

When I Paint My Masterpiece

Beckye

An instrumental homage to Nivana's "Bleach." 

A Polished And Urbane Side Of Happy.

Baltimore

Obelisco Nero
(Lyrics)

They dance in circles 

growing and getting smaller  

into the “obelisco nero” 

everything is purposeful 

the rhythm a busted bicycle 

lopsided and perfect again

Cagli!

grilled sandwiches wrapped in orange paper 

take index fingers to cheeks with a twist 

Ancora, Ancona! Ancora

cameras work better in low light  

and we don’t seem quite so drunk 

but we burst and bloom out of halos 



Obelisco Nero

 
The day he was born there wasn’t fire in the sky     
it was a cold April morning when him mama died
She knew an  Apache and he had his way
she shot him in the back from the floor where she lay
Then she was there on the cold floor again
bleeding and cryin’ for her pain to end
It did, and when Billy cried out for his Ma’
she cried back and that’s the last breath she would draw
The whores from the hotel took Billy inside
and loved him with love that they tried to hide
They knew that the bastard would soon be a man
so the ramblers and drinkers took him by the hand  
They taught him to gamble
and taught him to fight
and taught him to drink and play parlors at night
Mad Zeke gave him pistols and taught him the draw
Paul taught him stride and dodging the law
From Virgil he learned horses, stud, the riverboat scene
And Casey taught him to be meaner than mean
They boys taught young William
all what they can
and Loretta showed Billy to feel like man
 Billy slept drunk dead while the bar burned below
he burst awake , Carmen screamin’
“Hun, we gotta go !”
 The fire took her features when it caught a western gust
and rifled up the staircase like a demon bent with lust
The whores and all the sinners
were trapped atop the stairs
But Billy made it out with just 6 seconds to spare  
He watched the brothel burn
and his family go to hell-
he watched from the barbers and sat quiet for a spell 
He stole the sheriffs horse-
and with his bent and bloodied spurs
turned the reigns toward Missouri
dead eyes dry as dirt…….to be continued …..

The Ballad of Billy Youmans**

Francis Black (What Do We Covet?)

Forgot all about this. I was just jamming and rolling tape.

I Ain't Got No New Friends

Ann Order

Torn

Hang-ups
We all go west, usually to avoid 
Nicotine stains, blue-white marble eyes at the top of his lungs
The women that he loathed to love today and tonight 
An oil man and his pretty wife 
The sea don’t spit spite  
She knows how we drink 

(Oh)
She casts us out 
(I hold you) 
and reins us in again 
Through the salt in our blood 
(I hope you don’t hang up too) 

We push through the mire, the low conversation 
We sing with the choir without compensation 
And if you leave me 
I hope it’s for somebody good

To a place that’s so quiet we can hear our hear hum
‘Cause they’re on fire and they’re about to die 
We might as well try
Clothes that do not fit ‘cause I don’t give a shit 
and you don’t give a good goddamn 
So we sleep now with the sun so we don’t have to see

(Our)
Our awful skin  
(I hold you)  
and our awful eyes again 
(I hope you don’t hang up too)
I’m awfully sorry 

To watch wretched waves  break on jug wine tides
and bury the horizon between my bloodshot eyes 
and hold it  there to keep me from getting wet.

Hang-Ups

Temazcal

The Terrible Sunrise

The Bang Up

I Don't Want To Go To New Jersey.

While I’m waiting here for you 
You were waiting there for him 
And I won’t stop crying 
And I won’t get lost 
I broke you up and turned you out 
Who’d of thought?
That you’d stand there with me 
While I was killing myself 
Suicide bomb
Your mental health 
I didn’t want to go to New Jersey 
I didn’t want to lie to you 
But I did and I can’t stop 
Faithful, departed 
Nightmares are coming true 
I remember your smile 
And how you looked so sad 
You were the best friend 
I never had 
Now, I’m sending you blessings 
And I’m cutting the rope 
I may have lost you 
But I ain’t lost hope.

I Don't Want To Go To New Jersey*

Standardized Refrain (I'm Maintaining)

(El-P Sample from TPC)
"In other words: I'm trash, glad you asked... "
Suppose I don’t wake up 
Bring me some clothes and make-up
I know you won’t open
The hole that’s in my chest 
It’s been there for years 
Everyone, 
It’s almost done

And if it moves you 
I’d really like to soothe you 
Just know that 
I know that 
You wish could’ve done more
and called more
and stopped by 
and untied me

Suppose I wake up 
I’m late for work and make love 
I’m happy 
I’m bored 
I wish I could go home 
The map is written on the wall 
in my blood

Don’t follow me 
I’m lost again 
Inside of a life 
I made and I don’t know

Francis P. Miller

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