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LYRICS
FULL MOON OVER THE RAZOR WIRE
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)
Full moon over the razor wire
Its all I got in common with the world out there
Its been a 20 year bid
That I thought would never ever end
But I got 18 days and a wake up
Before Im on the road again
Ive seen stupid dominate the yard
Tattooed dudes busy bringin in the goodies
With a compromised guard
My cup runneth under and I hide myself
Beneath my headphones
And I got 18 days and a wake up - before I go home
And when I hit the gate and I hit the open road
Im gonna hit the ground running
Singin Hallelujah baby! Hallelujah baby! Baby Im free!
And I can almost hear
The sound of a new day coming
When I can play my old guitar the way I used to
And wash away the orange with the blues
Its better not to wonder, better not to care
I saw a joker with a receding Mohawk
Tuning up a chomo in a wheelchair
Id really like to help when they persecute the weak
But I got 18 days and a wake up
Id kinda like to keep my teeth
Some of us are crazy, baby, some of us are just insane
Some are suicidal and the rest of us are
Circling the drain
I used to miss my woman on the street
I probably got PTS from her set a double Ds
Ah, but she moved on to a guy who used to be a friend
But Ill get even by succeeding
Then Ill top it off by fallin in love again
Eighteen days and a wake-up
Eighteen days and Im gonna go home
MY DIFFICULT GIRL
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)
She didnt know she was pretty
Pretty darn good at getting everybody all riled up
My difficult girl
She was a puzzle with a broken piece within
And she wasnt very good at being happy
But I made her laugh every now and then
If I could call in a favor call in a favor
Id bring her back home
If I could call in a favor call in a favor to the Big Guy
Id bring her back home
She wore a v-neck sweater with nothing on underneath
Just 18, drinking E&J with a fake ID
And she moved like the dancer that she was
And lit up like a sparkler
When the back-beat was good enough
If I could call in a favor call in a favor
Id bring her back home
If I could call in a favor on my bended knees
And I know Im being heard
I would pray out loud in the middle of the night
Aint it strange how we open up our hearts
Then labor as a unified team
To blow them both apart
But thats what we did and the rest just seems to fade
Like a row of distant mountains
Growing hazy as they roll away
ID RATHER SMOKE BUTTS THAN KISS THEM (HOMELESS BOUND)
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)
Thats my briefcase in the fire
The judgment of my boss
Did not inspire me all that much
So I left just like that
I left my philodendron and a motivational plaque
And a fantasy of working hard enough
To buy a bunch of labor-saving stuff
Because Id rather smoke butts than kiss them
I got a wife and kids but I doubt that I will miss them
Im gonna pack up everything I own
And head on outta town
Say yeah homeless bound
I walk, from town to town, when I ever gave a damn
The damages have always been profound
Then a midnight star, took a dive
It left a trail of white that amused me for a second
And was swallowed by the night
And I am like that shining lump
But lately, Ive been way too shy to jump
Why me? Why me?
Im so good looking and alone
But tell me, why me? Why cant I be free
When I am home with my family
And doing what Im supposed to?
My thoughts are rolling in a loop
I dont know much, but Honey heres the scoop
DIRT NAP
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)
Baby - whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do, baby?
There were tears, tears on her rack
They were falling like rain with a pitter pat
Cause she said good bye, just get lost
Go kick rocks and never come back
I got wacko, nutso, cryin like a putzo
All those memories tearin at my guts, so
Good-bye lover girl, she was so hot
Armpit hair like a Muppet in a headlock
Looooove oh, what a juggernaut
Spent two years tryin to find her G spot
I never got it done and I think it upset her
Though I found a couple spots with a different letter
Everything biffs it, everything croaks
Even love sometimes gives up the ghost
Hey love sometimes gives up the ghost
Baby - whatcha gonna do?
Everybody has to take a dirt nap someday
I know this is true but there aint no need to hurry
Here is something you can do - Procrastinate!
I get crazy baby, I really go wild
Like a bird takin a poop on an artificial owl
I get bold like a ninja Gunga Dinja
Ya better back away cause my heatll singe ya
With a fire lickin at your back
Like a nymphomaniac in a witch trial way back
Danger, I love it, baby what the hell
Drivin thru the neighborhood without my seatbelt
Then before ya know it Im as timid as a mouse
Back at the house, pullin out and puttin on
Music old Led Zeppelin
Turn it up loud and smell what theyre steppin in
Everything biffs it, everything croaks
Even dedicated bands give up the ghost
From baby blue to black
Its just the way of the sky
Dont get excited by the darkest days
Everything is changing, changing always
Always . . . always . . . all ways . .
Reaper Dude, dressed in black
All bummed out like you ran outta Prozac
You really dont frighten me all that much
Unless its kinda dark then Ill ralph on my Reboks
And Ill be freakin; my kneesll be weakened
My heartll go bananas like I been tweakin and
Ill take it to the max when I try to repent
For the words that I might have spoken
That I never really meant
Then Ill say one more thing to my friend Mr. D
Please take anybody else but me
Hey, Please take anybody else but me
I was a little hoarse for this one but thats okay. Maybe a broken song needs a broken voice now and then.
RETURN FROM OVERWHELM
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)
Its true, the sky is still kinda blue
Behind all the trees and the frost
But who cares when youre lost - who cares?
What can be done?
Just lift yourself up, take the wheel
Rise above how you feel and move on
Its midnight again, everyone else is asleep
But Im all alone with some thoughts
That I cant overcome
What can be done?
Just lift yourself up, take the wheel
Rise above how you feel and move on
Friendship is great
But sometimes it just slides away
I still have some friends that I love
Who no longer care
Who no longer care Im afraid
Whats to be done?
Just lift yourself up, take the wheel
Rise above how you feel and move on
Lift yourself up, take the helm
And make that hard return from overwhelm
BLOW ME UP
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)
Let me tell you bout my baby
Shes even greater than the Great Houdini
Shes got a heart like Mother Teresa
But she looks a little better in a string bikini
Do I love her? Do I love that Northern Belle?
Do I love her? I love her so much I wanna slap myself
I got 400 miles to go before Im with
My Lackawanna baby, so fine
And Im gonna hold her tight
And tell her whats on my mind
Im just gonna say
Blow me.
Blow me up, Im your love bomb
Come be by me and I'll blow you outta the water
With my love
I was workin as a deep sea diver last year
But I wasnt getting very many gigs
So I moved to Redondo, teachin Tai Kwando
Mmm to a bunch of little kids
Do I love her?
Does she make my heart wanna burst?
Do I love her?
I love her even more than I did last verse
I got 200 miles to go before Im with
The Lackawanna baby I love
And Im gonna break it down
And tell her what Im thinkin of
Ive always been attractive
The mosquitoes and fleas sure like my style
I think I make them overactive
Like my animal nature makes em just go wild
Do I love her?
Do I love her pretty little face?
Do I love her?
I love her so much Im a basket case
I got 18 miles to go until I see
My sweet, Lackawanna fox
And Im gonna lay it down
And tell her how much she rocks oooh
I HOPE SHE STAYS
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)
Its a yellow world - the greens have gone to gold
And Ive got me a real nice girl
She sure looks good when its cold outside
The sun is chillin out, the day is fallin apart
And its gonna be a real nice night
To walk with my baby
Maybe go down to the river by the dock or maybe not
Ive got some Two-Buck Chuck
And an awful lot of stars I wanna show her
Before the sun comes up
The moon is like a pumpkin pie
Ridin on the top of the pines
And its throwin out a real nice light
That plays on the water
And illuminates the way my baby shines tonight
Were in an old oak rowboat
Slidin through the shadows of the Carolina moonlight
And I hope she plans on stayin forever
Shes the one who calms my crazy voices down
Im gonna make that girl my number one endeavor
Cause shes just so nice to have around
Shes like a wizard
Without the silly hat or the magic wand
But shes got a lot of real nice magic
Underneath the sweater that she has on
And the river says, Hey now, hey now,
A light breeze says, Pull her in closer now,
And her eyes have a real nice way
Of pullin in starlight and pullin me right into her life
On a cool dark river where Im fallin in love with a girl
Who shines like moonlight
ANYBODYS GUESS
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)
He was coming home from work
Drivin thru the rain
Hed never seen a cow get hit by lightning
But I gotta say that, was all about to change
The poor thing lit up the night
And he watched it for a while
As he rolled on down the pike
Singin whoa whoa whoa - yes
Where were riding to is anybodys guess
And even if you think youre better than the rest
Were riding altogether- ridin altogether
And then he joined the Army
Marching under desert skies
The new recruits had never killed before
But what a perfect day to try it on for size
They were headin to the show
Connected by the things they didnt know
He met a pretty bowler from Ohio
She brought that lonely soldier to a boil
Her right arm was big and strong like Popeye
And her left was soft and smooth like Olive Oyl
He loved her from both sides of his heart
One side more like Gandhi
And one side more like Groucho Marx
LORA LEE
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)
The key to every rain dance is always the same
You got to do it, on a night before it rains
Hey, hey! On a night before it rains
And we are hard-wired for the quick fix
Pedal to the metal, smoke in the cockpit, blind
With every body drivin down the very same line
Lora Lee, the world dont made much sense to me
But at least you make it more fun
Oh Lora Lee, we all rattle our chains
And pretend that we are free
But you make it more fun
For everybody near you, baby
Becoming an adult was a big mistake
Same faux paux, my ma and my pa made
Hey another big mistake
Theres way too many people - more every day
I know I shouldnt kill them but I wish theyd go away
And we are blind
With everybody crowded in the very same line
KEEPERS OF THE BEAT
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)
Azubeke is a drummer
He hammers out a heartbeat with his hands
People dance around him on the filthy street
They dance around him on the blazin sand
Oooh wah oooh
Azubeke moved to Lagos
Where some dont have a thing or maybe less
Some will never have a chance in this life
Some will never have a chance in the next
Ooh, hey oh ay
Djembe drumming in the fading light
Souls on fire on an endless flight
Azubeke had a brother
Who hammered out a rhythm on his drums of clay
They played together by the cooking fires
While shadows swayed together in the haze
And then they starved in a hundred different ways
Hey oh ay
Restless message in the fading light
Souls on fire on an endless flight
Bare feet moving in the rising heat
God bless the keepers of the beat
They say the road to hell is paved
With good intentions by the ton
So whatve the point of even trying to be good?
Were gonna fry to the rhythm of the drums
Djembe drumming in the fading light
Souls on fire on an endless flight
Bare feet movin in the risin heat
God bless the keepers of the beat
JUST THE WAY I ROLL
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)
Just like the moon above Im freezing and Im numb
While half of me is burning in the sun
But thats just what I do - thats just what I do
And though Im guilty cause I know I have too much
I am resentful and afraid that I dont have enough
That I dont have enough
Thats just the way I roll
Getting all screwed up inside my head
Im rolling through this world
Believing what I can, doubting all the rest
Thats the way I roll
They say forgiveness is the very best revenge
For all the women and the men who bring us pain
But I would rather craft a hideous remark
One to haunt them in the dark
And make em feel ashamed, make em feel ashamed
Thats just the way I roll
Getting all screwed up inside my head
Im rolling through the world
Believing what I can, doubting all the rest
Thats the way I roll
Cool down, honey, and come and roll into my heart
Cool down, honey, and come and roll into my heart
And so it seems
I am nostalgic for some things that never were
Or some things that should have been
Or maybe only happened in a dream
LIKE BONOBOS
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)
She was a moonbat Democrat working at a Circle K
And he was a deer-dog, analog member of the NRA
And all they had in common was mortality and hope
But thats a lot a lot
She walked with a wiggle, theres a wiggle in her walk
And that was what he liked
And so he came and got a Polar Pop
Most every single night
And always bought the
Homeless guys outside a cup of joe
Her heart went boom! Pow! Yo!
- - - now theyre like
Bonobos, those whacky chimpanzees
Diggin life with a digga digga do
And swinging thru the coconut trees
Theyre animals too in love - - animals!
That cant get enough
And thats the way it should be
Rubba, dubba, dubba dub dub
Bonobos, a woman & a man
With nothing in between them
But a heartbeat & an ampersand
Now, he had a brain like the mighty Diplodocus
And she had a new tattoo of roses on her knockers
And that yin-yang attraction did the rest
Sometimes the world says no, but love says yes
And so they moved to Alabama
To a mountain panorama
Where the living is kinda slow
And though theyre not a couple of Einsteins
Theyre wise enough to know
That Lady Luck and Fate gave them an awesome start
That hooked them up Pow!
And intertwined their hearts like two bonobos