Name: Benzedrine by Ranzero
Duration: 3 min 18 s
Description: Recorded by Tony Feyer from Cardbored out of NYC. He asked me to sing this as a tribute to his friend that passed away.

Cool version of this classic Madhouse song!! Good job, Ranzero!!

I love how this track has evolved. Nice work Mick.

Recorded by Tony Feyer from Cardbored out of NYC. He asked me to sing this as a tribute to his friend that passed away.

Benzedrine

Bogged In Shitter's Ditch

Tactical Crypto Synergy

Free Da Bud     Ranzero/Owen Burgess   Socan 2024 Canada

When he be smokin’   Master Blasta tokin’
It ain’t no jokin’   he ain’t no broken down clown – rappin
Scrapper  from the get go    King Kong of the easy flow
Eyes like headlights glow    showin’  us bright
Surprised delight   when he crack it open, crack open the night
White MF and a big hat trucker
MC  suckers be punch drunk – ruckus
Shuck us and jive      live to crtiticize
So  fly,   a big bud ally   Better burnt out than burnt alive

The needle I drop   your attention I got
Then it’s battle or flop
No diff made to your one last big shot
Tapped out at 420 but yer  joint’s  got you in jail
Ran outta money    sure ain’t funny
A baby on the way   a bitty blue eyed honey
If I had a credit card   I’d bang that plastic hard
Buy a trailer wit’ a yard   a dobbie  unchained on guard
But ya think it be all easy   In the cloud it be all fleecy

No affection for an abject nation   Livin’ under a rage you call inflation
An overblown word   you heard first hand
Standin’ wit’ your  hands out in the food bank line
No design of your mind brought me here
Where yer  handin’ out yer cans of spam an beans so dear
Sure I’ll eat my grief and to be brief
The program’s mis named when it’s  called relief
Homeless   roamless   more or less livin’ in a sleepin bag
Rag tag bag dad like some bugged out hermit
CHORUS
Amerika
Free the bud
Amerika
light one up with me
O say Amerika
Can you see
By the dawn's
Early burning weed
What so proudly we fuckin hailed
At twilight's last deal
On every city street
In Amerika!
Amerika 
Amerika
Free the bud in Amerika
Amerika
Light one up  Amerika
with me
Light it up Amerika
in Washington DC
Light one up  
Free the bud

Free Da Bud

JUST LIKE YOU SAID       Ranzero/Burgess SOCAN 2024

I was sad and blue
I was hungry too
But now that I found you
I can love again it’s true
 
I woke up and shivered 
Though the heat was turned on 
Nothing was delivered 
Another morning lost

Then I heard you speak   - And I answered so coldly
I was scared it was only  - A name that I dreamed
A name with a sting  - A name I heard screamed
A name that still rings in my head - An unwanted guest
 
Now I can’t dance or croon
No one says I’m cool
But I can face the truth
I am a fool for you
 
No more Netflix nights
With the TV turned off
Or thinking there’s no difference 
Between silence and talk

When I heard your voice - And I answered you slowly
I was afraid it was only  - an echo long lost
An echo that lies  - An echo that cried
An echo that tried to hide in my head - just like you said
 
Just like you said 
All life is blessed
So now I will get dressed
I think I passed the test
 
 I was sad and blue
I was hungry too
But now that I found you
I can love again it’s true
I can love again it’s true

Just like you said

When the lights go out and I close my eyes, I can go anywhere in my mind. The darkness brings comfort to my soul.

The Darkness Brings Comfort To My Soul

Portrait © 2025 Owen D Burgess SOCAN

Throw paint at canvas  oo-oo-oo
Kill the shadows ah-ah-ah
Live in madness oo-oo-oo
Nothing else today   
Think in splatters oo-oo-oo
Brush in sorrow   ah-ah-ah
Accept my fate oo-oo-oo
Nail down the corners  

It’s only your portrait hanging there
Saying hello to me in silence  
It’s only your portrait hanging there
Chiarscuro killed your vibrance
It’s only your portrait hanging there
I stand and stare for hours and hours
But art is such a hopeless power 
It’s only your portrait hanging there
 
Change grief to anger  ah-ah-ah
Lock every door oo-oo-oo
Hang my living heart ah-ah-ah
In a damaged frame
Can you see now ah-ah -ah
What might have been oo-oo-oo
In this wreckage ah-ah-ah
More than colors bleed  

Life is made of broken wonders
Even beauty leaves a stain
I should hide your picture in a shroud
You have put the pain in painting
And only you can take the paint away
 
It’s only your portrait hanging there
Saying hello to me in silence  
It’s only your portrait hanging there
Chiarscuro killed your vibrance
It’s only your portrait hanging there
I stand and stare for hours and hours
But art is such a hopeless power 
It’s only your portrait hanging there

oo-oo-oo, ah-ah-ah
It’s only your portrait hanging there
oo-oo-oo, ah-ah-ah
It’s only your portrait hanging there


only your portrait

Whistle for my Love
Music by: Mike Bolwell and Martin Deemar of DatE www.facebook.com/Dick.and.the.Emotions/?fref=ts
Words by : Owen Burgess https://www.reverbnation.com/owendburgess/songs
Whistle for my Love

When I become emotional 
And my dreams fall dead on the floor
You help me pick them all back up 
When I hear you whistle for my love

Then you lift me up and hold me close 
Your warm lips touch my cold nose
One thing you can always trust 
I will come when you whistle for my love

Lucky dog like me
I was running through the cold city
Looking for a bed to curl up on
Listening for a whistle I prayed would come
I ain’t got no pedigree
But never doubt my loyalty
I’m so happy being on your leash
Any time you call me I will heel

When I’m rolling in your arms all night
It doesn’t feel like puppy love
It feels like I won the best of show 
Yeah - this sad-eyed mutt you care for

Then you lift me up and hold me close 
Your warm lips touch my cold nose
One thing you can always trust 
I will come when you whistle for my love

Lucky dog like me
I was running through the cold city
Looking for a bed to curl up on
Listening for a whistle I prayed would come
I ain’t got no pedigree
But never doubt my loyalty
I’m so happy being on your leash
Any time you call me I will heel

Socan 2017   M. Bolwell, M. Deemar and O. Burgess

Whistle  For My Love

Words and Lyrics by Alexander W.G. Brown 
Originally Recorded by the V-Crew, Toronto Canada
This recording is a version by Step Back a Sydney Australia band that morphed into The Urge Curve in later years. 
Players on this recording are:
Steve Peach - Guitar
John Knowles - Bass Guitar and Vocals
Adam Free - Rhythm Guitar
Tom Simmons - Vocals & keyboard
Ben Haughan - Drums

New Wave Eddy - Urge Curve Version

SUPERMODELS INC.     Words and Music By: Mick Bolwell    Guitar Extrapolations by: Michael Meredyth of: https://www.facebook.com/Tales-from-the-Skinner-Box-263787123666171/     Chorus Synths By : Martin Deemar of: https://www.facebook.com/Dick.and.the.Emotions      SOCAN 2017

SuperModels  Inc.    Mike Bolwell SOCAN 2017

She’s a starving supermodel                   
A runway supernova
Shooting Vogue and Cosmo covers                  
And living on thin air
Six foot one in pretty bare feet
A hundred pounds and feeling weak
This year’s look and next years’ shadow
And nobody, nobody, nobody cares

As long as the camera’s happy               
When they dress you up
As long as buyers are gasping                 
They just can’t get enough
Catwalks are burning brighter
And China’s getting into you
But your head is feeling lighter
Supermodel, take your pills

She tried her hand at acting
And  Hollywood  came calling
Saying, baby,  now  that’s  perfect
You’ll  go far in this town
But walking off the set 
Cuz you never learned your lines
Did you think the spoiled Diva
Would work for  you this time?

Versace and Armani
And  Chanel  are  your  BFFs
And now Fendi and Dolce Gabbana
Fashionistas  they all want the best
From the New York garment district
Shipped out to Rodeo Drive
Looking  great was never easy
Beauty has a price

SUPERMODELS INC.

instrumental self-indulgent Odyssey. backing track (synths, beats bass etc) all done with a free app for my $100 android tablet. i done the guitars meself. with me Laney, me strat a modest multi fx and fake tube screame. the rest, if i can ask you to imagine Daimond Dave saying it for me, IS HISTORYyyyyyyyy!!!!"

Mal de Cul

Mick Bolwell: Toronto based Songwriter with over 500 songs filling up my bucket list so far. I started writing in the late 70's for the rock band Mick Slick among others . I have written songs for diverse bands like Freudian Slip, The 68's and Aural Sects. Along the way I wrote spots for radio, 3 musicals for Frolics.ca; a children's black light puppet theatre company, film and television and I collaborate with other musicians on Sony Music's AcidPlanet website, Kompoz.com and Bandlab.com. I have been a member of SOCAN.ca since 1979. I now spend my time working with the internet based band Boss Hominid. Our latest video (see below) can be seen on YouTube, called "Plastic." https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL4ixhh_KQTPWeV-54eqiblPDppSDefZ0n

Benzedrine

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