Drought

This is Chapter 5 in my collection of songs called LifeLongLove.

Setting: The shop was called “The Asteroid”. Out of this world. The smell of cheap incense. Posters and stacks of CD’s like some kind of altar. Racks of vintage vinyl LP’s waiting to be flipped through. The power&possibility of it all was intoxicating.   (note to younger listeners:  in the olden days you actually had to go to a PLACE to buy music)
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i walk through the door at the record store 
and i see her there 
the girl who runs the place has such a face 
that i stop and stare 
she’s so attractive 
one look and i am crushed 
she’s radio-active 
rock & roll pixie dust 
she could change my life from Lo-Fi to stereo 

oh no -- she is way too much 
oh no -- don’t wanna say too much but 
one look at her and i am crushed 

i try to catch her eye but i’m feeling shy 
and i blow my chance 
so i look for my disc but i have to risk 
just one more glance 
she’s so attractive 
i sneak a peek and i am crushed 
she seems distracted 
i don’t how we’ll hook up 
but if it’s meant to be, i’m gonna meet this dynamo 

oh no -- she is way too much 
oh no -- i can’t say too much ‘cause 
my tongue is tied and my heart is crushed 

she walks up to me and i get to see 
her pop-rock smile 
the cd in my hand is her favorite band 
she says, “I like your style” 
she’s so attractive 
one word and i am crushed 
we interact 
and i think i see her blush 
now it's the first time in my life 
i feel like i could play Romeo 

oh no -- girl, you are way too much 
oh no -- forgive me if i say too much but 
one look at you and i was 
crushed

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Next Up - Chapter 6:  What's It Gonna Take?

Crushed! (Chapter 5 of LifeLongLove)

Tiffany Topol - I Can See Us Fighting

This is Chapter 3 of my collection of songs called Flashback.

The memories keep coming . . . like the time in Junior High School when my best friend tried to create his very own Catchphrase. He decided the perfect moment to launch it would be the big talent show in the cafeteria. I had been practicing my INSTRUMENTAL guitar piece like crazy and the plan was that in one moment we could debut my song AND kick-off Ray's original enigmatic slogan.   He jumped up and said:
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Here's a confession: my obsession is to coin a new expression 
“Good God, Great Scott, Bad Dog”


From elation to frustration, there's no better exclamation 
Good God, Great Scott, Bad Dog

Now, for perfection add inflection to my handy interjection 
Good God! Great Scott! Bad Dog!

And if my creation's a sensation it could even sweet the nation 
Good God! Great Scott! Bad Dog!

(It'll be slicker, catch on quicker, if it’s on a bumper sticker!)

Good God, Great Scott, Bad Dog
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(Sweep the nation? Not exactly. But there were a couple homemade t-shirts and some new graffiti on the walls of the bathrooms of Washington Junior High School as a result.)

Next Up -- Chapter 4:  In high school he dreamt up his biggest scheme yet. One that would forever change the course of our lives . . .

Drought

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