Category Archives: Lyrics

Long Distance Relationship

I’m gonna take all my dreams
Pack them in some boxes
Ship them across the ocean
To you

And then you can take them out
And keep them in your pockets
Till I come back to share them
With you

I’m gonna upload my heart
Put it in the cloud
Gigabytes of love
For you

And I’ll give you the key
So access is allowed
For nobody else
But you

(bridge)
Kilometers won’t kill our love
As long as I can see your smiles
I don’t care about the miles (2x)

I’m gonna livestream my tears
Of joy so you can kiss them
Until I am next
To you

And the lonely times
I know we’ll never miss them
Once we are together
We two
When once again I am one
With you

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DEMOLITION CREWS

DEMOLITION CREWS
An Observation by Blind Peanut Nicholson

Mrs. Morgan just passed away
I think it was last Saturday
Today they came to clean out all her stuff
All her bric-a-brac, and her knick-a-knacks
Her collection of ceramic cats
She used to say she could never had enough

Demolition crews
They don’t stop to pick and choose
They just tear it out and haul it all away
All the things that you used to use
That you were so afraid to lose
That never more will see the light of day

A bunch of magazines from the 70s
That she’d kept around “for the recipes”
But I don’t believe she ever really cooked
Candle stands and praying hands
A talking fish, some jars of sand
I don’t know what else, I never really looked

Demolition crew
They’ve got no time to lose
They’ve got to do their job and do it fast
Memories and souvenirs
Leftovers from your younger years
Just like you, you know they’ll never last

Yes, they cleaned it to the walls
And put it all in a pile in the hall
That’s where it was when I came walking by
And I made myself a solemn vow
Which I suggest you take right now
To clean up all your crap before you die

‘Cause demolition crews
They won’t take an excuse
From someone who is not there anymore
Take a look at all your stuff
And figure out just what’s enough
And let the rest just move on out the door

Let It Be A Quiet Christmas

In the North the snow is falling
Soon it will be Christmas Day
But the news is so appalling
There’s only one thing I pray

Let it be a quiet Christmas
Let all the guns be still
Let it be a quiet Christmas
Lord, if it be Thy will
Please let it be Thy will

Frm the frozen streets of cities
To the deserts’ burning sands
Let hearts be moved with pity
For those who suffer in every land

Let it be a quiet Christmas
Bid the bombers all stand down
Let it be a quiet Christmas
In every village and town
In every village and town

In every camp and prison
At the borders all held fast
Bring an end to our divisions
Let the wars be done at last

Let it be a quiet Christmas
So the cries of pain may cease
Let it be a quiet Christmas
So the world may know some peace
Lord, let us know some peace

Mystery Girl (Song for “Linda”)

So I log onto Facebook and what do I see
There‘s a “friend request” waiting there just for me
And I don’t know the face, she knows none of my friends
And I have strong suspicions of how this story ends
But for now she’s a Mystery Girl
For now just a Mystery Girl

She might be in Ghana, or maybe Tangiers
And I don’t really know her dreams or her fears
But she’s eager to chat, and her pictures seem nice
Still by now I have learned to always look twice
Especially at Mystery Girls
And so far she’s a Mystery Girl

Might not even be real, she might just be a bot
Just some poor guy’s attempt to get at what I got
But that’s what’s ironic, ‘cause I have nothing at all
So I can’t figure out why she gave me a call
This mysterious Mystery Girl
This faraway Mystery Girl

Or she just might be someone who is as real as me
Someone who feels lonely, who feels just like me
Someone reaching out to the rest of the world
For someone who will see that she’s not just some girl
That she’s not just some Mystery Girl
That she’s more than a Mystery Girl

 

America (Updated)

(It occurred to me at one point that the Simon & Garfunkel classic “America” could use some kind of revision – an updating, if you will. You may have wondered what happened to that pair of idealistic Midwestern lovers, who took a Greyhound bus from Pittsburgh to New York City… and the existential crisis that was just starting to form in the young man’s mind.

That whole story would be a good basis for a novel… but I had something more specific in mind. So, with all due respect and apologies to Mr. Simon…)

So we became lovers, we married our fortunes together
We took that Greyhound to NYC
Bought a house in Connecticut
Raised some kids, baked some pies
And that was our life in America…

“Kathy,” I said – we were at some convention in Pittsburgh –
“Our life has been such a dream so far…
“But inside I’m still just a poor kid from Saginaw
“There must be more to America…”

So we got back on the bus, went all sorts of places
Big cities, small towns, everywhere in between
Slowly we started to notice that something was missing…

“Hey man, got a cigarette, I’m six months laid off from the factory”
“I smoked my last one two decades ago”
But he thanked me anyway – I read Time Magazine
How the Dow rose over some increased yields

“Kathy,” I said – but she said, “Paul, just shut up and listen –
“You know what’s wrong here and so do I
“Count all the limos on the New Jersey Turnpike
“The rich ones are taking America
“Stealing the hopes of America
“Trying to kill the dream of America…”

​WORK TILL THE WORK GETS DONE

We gotta work, work, work till the work gets done
But the work is never done so I
Guess we’ll just keep on workin
Work, work, work till the work gets done
Gotta work till the work gets done

We gotta pray, pray, pray until the prayin’s done
But the prayin’s never done so I
Guess we’ll just keep on prayin
Pray, pray, pray till the prayin’s done
Gotta pray till the prayin’s done

I look at what we gotta do and there’s
No end to it
What are we supposed to do?
I suppose we’re supposed to do it
Work, work, work till the work gets done
Gotta work till the work gets done

We gotta hope, hope, hope until the hope is gone
But the hope is never gone so I
Guess we’ll just keep on hopin
Hope, hope, hope until the hope is gone
Gotta hope till the hope is gone

We gotta love, love, love until the love is gone
But the love is never gone so I
Guess we’ll just keep on lovin
Love, love, love until the love is gone
Gotta love till the love is gone

I look on down the road, can’t
See the end of it
Guess we’ll keep goin on
Till we get to rise above it
Love, love, love until the love is gone
Gotta love till the love is gone

We gotta live, live, live until the life is gone
But the life keeps goin on so I
Guess we’ll just keep on livin
Live, live, live until the life is gone
Gotta live till the life is gone
Gotta live till the life is gone
Gotta live till the life is gone

(2012)

National Anthem (revised)

Oh say can you see
In the morning’s stark glare
What a horrid mistake
We have loosed upon the world?
At whose hair and broad ties
We can do naught but stare
On the TV each night
As each headline is unfurled?
And his raucous mad blare
As he punches the air
Gives proof if you look
That the man’s not all there
How long will that star spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the deceived, ruled by the depraved?