Back in 1985, I was such a shy girl
Hung out at those dreaded lockers with one or two fly girls
They knew where to look for me at the parties
The awkward one there crunchin ice and smarties
Like a lost little bloom among the wild hollies
In the back, to the side, anywhere that I could hide
Then one night, cryin on momma's lap, she'd turn the tide (she said)

Don't be a wallflower
And sink into the silver frames
Camouflage your super power
And blend into a crowd with no name
Be a Southern bell tower
More beloved by the hour
Eye to eye, never ever cower
Don't be a wallflower
Don't be a wallflower

So I took hold of my sweet chin and I pulled it on up
Found my voice, so loud and bright, finally I was enough
I found Jesus, started shouting for glory
Stopped doubtin myself and took inventory
Told my kids and their friends that great love story
I stood tall, gave it all, poured it out like a good ol Irish lass
Thats who I was, lookin at me was lookin right straight through a glass (I'd tell 'em)

Don't be a Wallflower
And sink into the silver frames
Camouflage your super power
And blend into a crowd with no name
Be a Southern bell tower
More beloved by the hour
Eye to eye, never ever cower
Don't be a wallflower
Don't be a wallflower

Now Momma's gone and all the kids are grown
Oh the mistakes they're makin, but man, I'm still makin my own
So it's back to the wall, let 'em fall, they'll figure it out in the end
But now where do I fit in

BE a Wallflower
Silver hair inside a silver frame
Camouflage your mother power
Silence the voice that has no more claim (no more, no more)
Be a Southern noon shower
Just lay back into the hour
Later on my knees I'll never cower (but for now)
I'll be a wallflower
Full circle, a wallflower
Momma taught me better, but in the end I'm stronger and happier
Bein a wallflower

Back in 1985 I was such a shy girl

Wallflower

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People Are Fucking Crazy, Dude
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a veteran's voice
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Artwork:
handdrawn illustration by Peter Uertz, Düsseldorf / Germany
thank you, Peter!
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People Are Fucking Crazy, Dude

The low temperature reel

Hyperbole, or Hyperbole

Rotten riffs crawling from the crypt 🪦💀🧟, drums pounding like bone hammers 🔨🩸, while the bassist is trapped in purgatory 🔌🔥⚰️🤘. (DEMO)

Shattered Existence

Like an Angel

A liturgical descent into dust and memory—“Antiquaries” exhumes the ache of forgotten relics, mapping grief as sacred architecture. Bleak Cathedral conjures a sonic reliquary where every echo is a ritual, every silence a tomb. For those who walk the threshold between beauty and ruin.

Bleak Cathedral - Antiquaries

Super Telegat

Husband:

We’re his parents, and his health and overall well being 
Are for eighteen years our most important mission 

To let him eat the foods he likes would certainly be freeing 
But he must learn the basic concepts of nutrition 

He can’t just eat the pizza and the French fries, 
he’s such a picky eater and refuses to eat greens 
Who goes to jail if he this kid of malnutrition dies?   
God as my witness tonight this kid’s eating his beans!  

Husband and Wife:  
God as our witness, our young son tonight will eat his beans!  

Beans are so nutritious and have such a pleasant flavor 
I just know our boy would love them if he just gave them a shot! 

By forcing him to eat his beans we’re doing him a favor! 
It will teach him a lesson that sometimes you choke it down whether you like it or not! 

I’ll sneak up behind him and restrain him 
You take a heap of those lima beans and jam them down his throat 
In the spirit of tough love we both will train him:
What’s good for you is forced on you and often you don’t get to vote!  

Husband and Wife:  
God as our witness tonight this kid’s gonna eat beans!  
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“Wow, honey, dinner looks great tonight! Meat loaf and buttery beans!  
 Here ya go son!  Why don’t you take a big spoonful of these WONDERFUL greens!  

“I don’t like those!” he protested and his mom and I frowned in disgust 
I stood up and walked very slowly behind him and pinned his arms like we’d discussed

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I’ve got his arms now dear!  Jam those lima beans down!  
I’ve got his arms now dear!  Jam those lima beans down!


And she jammed the beans in and they mashed on his teeth 
And they oozed and they sprayed on the table beneath 
It was terribly traumatic and quite stressful 
They gave up after just 5 minutes wholly unsuccessful.  

I’ve got his arms now dear!  Jam those lima beans down!  
I’ve got his arms now dear!  Jam those lima beans down!

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“Fine, my boy, fine then. If you refuse to eat beans, we can’t force you! 
Your mother and I have tried hard and each thing you’ve resisted 
“Your father and I just want the best for our boy, we of course do!
But if you don’t eat your beans we’re afraid you might grow up limp-wristed!”  

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Yes, that really happened and I was the boy 
that it definitely happened to 
My parents they both meant well, please forgive them dear lord 
For they know not what they do 

From that day til my last day, every breakfast, lunch or dinner 
Even snack or any meal in between 

As God as my witness, on my life I hereby swear 
That I will never eat a bean.   

No lima bean, no navy bean, no pinto bean sor peas
No kidney bean no string bean, I’ll consume 
No green beans and no fava beans, no black eyed peas or baked
No black beans, snap peas, lentils or legume!  


From that day til my last day, every breakfast, lunch or dinner 
Even snack or any meal in between 

As God as my witness, on my life I hereby swear 
That I will never eat a bean.   


I Hate Beans.  A Rock Opera.

For the work a day blues 💙

'ANOTHER WAY'
Written, Performed & Produced
By Andrew Borderick Copyright 2018
Re-Mastered By Andrew Borderick OCT 2020

SOMETIMES FAST, SOMETIMES SLOW
ALL THE TIME THERE IS NO WHERE TO GO
SOMETIMES UP, ONLY LOOKING DOWN
ALL MY LOVE HAS NOW HIT THE GROUND

MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU

SITTING LONELY, WHAT TO DO
THINK I'LL GO BUY SOME FANCY SHOES
I'M IN THE LIGHT, NEVER FELT BEFORE
CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE EVEN HIT THE FLOOR

MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
(BREAK)
MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU

SOMETIMES FAST, SOMETIMES SLOW
ALL THE TIME THERE IS NO WHERE TO GO
SOMETIMES UP, ONLY LOOKING DOWN
ALL MY LOVE HAS NOW HIT THE GROUND

MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU

Another Way

ANOTHER WAY

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I Hate Beans. A Rock Opera.

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