1999

Click for mp3 Fatherless Children
(words and music by Bruce Lash)

Fatherless children,
All on your own.
Your daddy has picked up
And left you alone.
Your mother is angry,
But she keeps her faith.
She knows only love
Can conquer the hate.

Nothing comes easy.
Even the small things.
So close your eyes
And see what the morning brings.

Caught him in the hall
With his things and all.
You want to look him in the eye
But it made you cry.

Fatherless children,
Your father is falling.
From where he is now,
He can't hear you calling.

All out of time
Out of money, out of love,
Out of every single good thing
You could ever think of.

Fatherless children,
Inside your day dreams,
You see him coming
To the front porch swing.

Fatherless children,
I am his brother,
And I still love him.
So does your mother.

Fatherless children.

Click for mp3 The Millennium Song (Get Happy)
(words and music by Bruce Lash)


Take down the umbrella
And shake off the awful yoke,
'Cause it's time to be with friends
Who'll make you happy
At a New Year's celebration
Down at Maxine's Purple Bar,
And you know that you'd be
Very glad you came.

Get up. Get out. Get down. Get off.
Get happy
And kiss someone you've never kissed before.
Get up, this is the ending
Of the century.
The good time starts
When you walk through that door.

The bartender's name is Sammy.
Been there since 1962,
And he'll know just what to pour
To make you happy.
And there's the New Millennium Blues Band
Playing St. James Infirmary Blues.
It's the only thing
They ever learned to play.

Get up. Get out. Get down. Get off.
Get happy.
Your holiday depression is a bore.
Get up, this is the ending
Of the century.
The Year 2000's knocking at your door.

The clock ticks closer to midnight,
And now the patrons are so enthused,
Because they know that, when it strikes,
They'll be so happy.
And finally the big moment happens,
And now the years all begin with a two,
But you're still at home alone.
You'll never change.

Get up. Get out. Get down. Get off.
Get happy
And drink a toast to anyone who's near.
Get up, this is the end
Of the 20th Century.
The old year may be gone
But have no fear:
The new millennium isn't 'til next year.
Click for mp3 Long Time
(words and music by Bruce Lash)


I'm lookin' up.
I look around.
I'm lookin' everywhere but down.
It's been a long time.
Hmm. Long time.

My hands are dirty.
My mind is too.
And now I've got my sites on you.
It's been a long time.
Long time.

Don't want no trouble.
Come to me.
It's been a long time
Since I been free.
I got no problem.
I love to roam.
It's been a long time
Since I been home.
Long time since I been home.

I got the power.
It's speed I lack.
I been to the mountain, and I come back.
It's been a long time.
Hmm. Long time.

I'm on the top
And feelin' good.
I'm doin' everything I should.
It's been a long time.
Hmm. Long time.