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death garage (the ice cream blonde) death garage (the ice cream blonde)
a song for thelma todd. she teased groucho, buster, laurel and hardy... and us! we miss ya still toddy!
blue sky drive blue sky drive
don't you think the weather is fine dear? lock up the house, we'll go for a drive...
doublethink (orwellian mix) doublethink (orwellian mix)
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.
random samples of love seen as boyfriend replicas random samples of love seen as boyfriend replicas
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...
waiting for the revolution waiting for the revolution
workers unite! ... the revolutionary kind that is.
(you had to open) pandora's box (you had to open) pandora's box
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...
Turning Jet White Turning Jet White
from the 'folklore' project, a 'lil ditty about search & re-birth
the road home the road home
another happy-go-lucky song about wind, floods, destruction and the metry way of life.
eye of the storm eye of the storm
this is 'the road home' re-do with vocals and lyrics by the lovely turquoise rose.
Hello, I Have To Go! Hello, I Have To Go!
there's no place like home . . . there's no place like home!
you can't cheat an honest man you can't cheat an honest man
some silly words from a.g., via w.c fields, inspired this wacky blues-pop ditty
fear of falling fear of falling
a tune about the pitfalls of love masked as whimsical pop music.
fat tuesday fat tuesday
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.
with all good intentions with all good intentions
a friend once told me i never return calls, which is true, and this song is a result of that fact.
to have and have not (rehersal) to have and have not (rehersal)
some more of the reverends wonderful lyrics put to the powerpop stylings of m.a., a metry classic!
