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a song for thelma todd. she teased groucho, buster, laurel and hardy... and us!
we miss ya still toddy!
don't you think the weather is fine dear?
lock up the house, we'll go for a drive...
and here's a tune made up from the reverend freeze's bitingly funny words and my crafty pop sensibilities... or just more scathing psyco-sociopathic commentary by the sons of 1984.
turn off your mind, relax and float downstream . . .
so, frank and i are in a bar, in walks his ex with a guy that looks just like frank, we all laffed like mad, then i went home and wrote this song, (or maybe it's just something else entirely), 3 minutes and 3 seconds of pop majesty...
for all the tea baggers... the revolutionary kind that is.
something 'the brain' (of the band 'living to die' or as i remember it, 'bolt upright'), and i came up with a while back. dug up, redone and invigorated with a new century psychedelic twist...
score to the short film of the same name.
a little tune about love and u.f.o.'s
a spooky pop ditty
a song for missing friends
from the 'folklore' project, a 'lil ditty about search & re-birth
another happy-go-lucky song about wind, floods, destruction and the metry way of life.
this is 'the road home' re-do with vocals and lyrics by the lovely turquoise rose.
there's no place like home . . . there's no place like home!
some silly words from a.g., via w.c fields, inspired this wacky blues-pop ditty
a tune about the pitfalls of love masked as whimsical pop music.
a breezy lil number recalling the feeling on mardi gras morning while waiting for king rex to float down st charles avenue. ahhh, we can almost smell it now.
a friend once told me i never return calls, which is true, and this song is a result of that fact.
some more of the reverends wonderful lyrics put to the powerpop stylings of m.a., a metry classic!
elect us presidents of the u.s. of a. and we promise...
a little ditty to bop around the french quarter to . . . a sorta bar-hopping sing-a-long, everybody got a drink?
the 1st piece of the wrecked 'folklore' thing, a story about a boy, a girl from outer space and a shirt.
words by the reverend parr, music and voices m.a.
the last eight years have really sucked... and we just watched.

