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Ballad of a Miserable Man   lyric and music © June 2024 by Mike Dampf.  Mandolin: Becky Sora/ Bass: David Leadbitter/ Piano: Mike Ryan/ Special thanks to The Tequila Jam Singers on chorus!

I don't really know what I want
I don't really know who I am
everything I once believed lies
like a mirage on the sand

My life's become a time-share
geckos, cocktails and sun
poolside's reserved for the angels
who know how to please number 1

So judge me if you must
I'm just a miserable man
looking for some love and pleasure
here on God's lay-away plan

We paid for this sham paradise
let the lawnmowers keep it all trim
let the palm trees keep it all shady
and let Happy Hour begin

When the jet taxis out on the runway
and the steward greets you with Death's grin
then tighten your seatbelt my lovely
what a hell of a ride it's all been

Ballad of a Miserable Man

Too Old to Die Young (music and lyric by Mike Dampf © October 2024)    Becky Sora: flute, percussion, mandolin, vocals/ Dave Leadbitter: bass & vocals

You're really gone, not just gone away
I hurt in the spaces where we used to play
if music is love, my love goes unsung
I'm not too old, just too old to die young

Rumors of an angel, flowers on the breeze
you walked into the room, I went weak at the knees
Like in a church, sweet bells were rung
I'm not too old, just too old to die young

I laughed at love, I thought I had time
I played the game until pride made me blind
Thought I was a rock until 'lonely' cracked open my mind

God knows the reasons, I can't say why
this beautiful summer's so fast drifting by
each leaf's gonna fall as the pendulum's swung
I'm not too old, just too old to die young
I'm not too old, just too old to die young

Too Old to Die Young

Pretty Loose music and lyrics © 2025 by Mike Dampf and Dave Medcof
Bass: David Leadbitter; Mandolin, percussion, vocals: Becky Sora

Buddy called, said 'Get off the couch'
you're old but that's no excuse
let's meet at the station with a pint and a plan
everything's been getting pretty loose

So we met on up and we strolled on down
down to where they bury 'who vamoosed'
had a drink and a tear over long gone friends
then we started getting pretty loose

He said 'I heard there's a party just down the line
jump a trolley to the Long Branch Loop'
so we climbed aboard, left the dead behind
and rolled along feeling good 'n loose

It was a-pull down the guitar, rosin the bow
treat your liver and your banjo with abuse
sing out the heart, forget about the head
and everyone was getting pretty loose

The good Lord made many lovely things
I've seen a beaver, a cougar and a moose
but nothing's half as lovely as the way I feel
when the music is getting good and loose

Now it's late, I'm back on the train
so sleepy that I drag my own caboose ...
yes I'm old but the day is young
and everything's been getting pretty loose
Ya everything is getting pretty loose!

Pretty Loose

A love song for strangers. Music and lyrics by Mike Dampf and Becky Sora © February, 2025 Becky plays mandolin, vocals; David Leadbitter plays bass. 

THIRD EYE BLUES

God has nothing to say to the sober
He leaves them high and dry but they don't complain
And God knows there ain't anything faster
Than a fall from grace, I'll never clean that stain

Do you know anyone here, you whispered
We were strangers sitting in a pew at the Church of the Homeless Angel
No but I'm gonna know you, I whispered
And by the way you really rock red at a funeral

I'm gonna live forever if it kills me
And I'm gonna love you for all time
Whatever made you want someone this crazy
I've got a third eye but sometimes I'd rather be blind

We balance on the edge of the moments between hope and fear
It seems to me
You and I ring, we're each other's everything
And alone together isn't so lonely

Third Eye Blues

Prod Wraith9

[EsDeeKid]
Blacked out like a phantom,
Me phone keeps having a tantrum,
Emo boy, I got the party lit,
This song your national anthem.

Fuck gold, I want platinum,
Me bros sipping on Magnums,
Got girls flocking all over,
‘Cause I’m young, lit, and handsome.

If he talks shit, then I’ll bang him,
You’re banned out of the mansion,
You’ve never got no motion, lad,
You’ve never got no action.

Bitch, I’m all about me passion,
Music, money, and fashion,
Drugs and girls come later,
In the end, it’s all distraction

[Rico Ace]
My girl’s on my back like, “Why you smoke for?”
Hypocrite, stress turned her to a coke whore.
Kate Moss fame, man, my bitches need their own tour,
She jealous of the fiends like, “Why you always on the phone for?”

Been about bands, now they call me the strangest,
If it ain’t P’s, I ain’t ready to talk.
Little man’s been the wrong name for the kid,
He’s the biggest green man since Incredible Hulk.

Purple Runtz, man’s getting it bulk,
All of my haters getting them sulk.
Bad bitch wanna get in the clique,
Wanna hit of the za, she ain’t getting no smoke.

[EsDeeKid]
Blacked out like a phantom,
Me phone keeps having a tantrum,
Emo boy, I got the party lit,
This song your national anthem.

Fuck gold, I want platinum,
Me bros sipping on Magnums,
Got girls flocking all over,
‘Cause I’m young, lit, and handsome.

If he talks shit, then I’ll bang him,
You’re banned out of the mansion,
You’ve never got no motion, lad,
You’ve never got no action.

Bitch, I’m all about me passion,
Music, money, and fashion,
Drugs and girls come later,
In the end, it’s all distraction

Phantom

unlike me

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Fallhight Man (a)

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