Shut
That Door
(words and music by Bruce Lash)
Shut
that door while I'm working.
Shut that door while I work.
Shut that door
while I'm working.
I am diggin' in the dirt.
Shut that door while
I'm praying.
Shut that door while I pray.
Shut that door while I'm praying.
Make the world go away.
I cannot believe
The heaviness I feel
as I grieve.
Shut that door while I'm playing.
Shut that door while
I play.
Shut that door while I'm playing
To bring back a better day.
Shut
that door while I'm weeping.
Shut that door while I weep.
Shut that door
while I'm weeping.
I close my eyes, but I can't sleep.
Good-bye, my
old friend.
It was you and me 'til the end.
And now there's only sadness,
But that was not your way,
And so I'll try to honor you
And wipe these
tears away.
I cannot believe
The emptiness I feel as I grieve.
Shut
that door while I'm crying.
Shut that door while I cry.
Shut that door
while I'm crying.
Such a sad way to die.
Good-bye, my old friend.
You
Know Your Way Around
(words and music by Bruce Lash)
I
was down in the town when I saw you.
You were lookin' for another man, I guess.
I could not get close enough to hear you speaking,
But I did see the light
catch your dress.
You walked into a store that you frequent.
You were
lookin' for a new dress for your own.
On the rack, you found one with purple
sequins.
You paid the clerk fifteen bucks and took it home.
You know
your way around.
You know your way around.
You know your way around.
You
know your way around.
You got back to your place and turned the lights
on,
Took the dress out of the bag. No one was home.
Held it up in front
of you in the mirror,
Then you took your old dress off and put it on.
You
know your way around...
As you head out tonight, you will be stunning.
Every eye in the place will turn to you
As you dance 'round and 'round
to the music,
And you won't go home alone when the night is through.
As
for me, I will be in the gutter.
Loose tooth smile as I drink my mountain
dew.
You know little of me or my condition,
But I know so much more about
you.
You know your way around...
Week
2
(words by Bruce Lash/music by Ken Zawacki)
Monday.
I had an inky feeling.
Tuesday.
I had to toll the bell.
Wednesday.
I waited for your answer.
Thursday.
That's when I took a chance on
A belly dancer. Yeah.
CND
(words and music by Bruce Lash)
I'm from the DMV.
I'm fulla TNT,
Down at the end of the bottle
With my friend JB.
I got lotsa money.
Call it COD.
And it's Friday night,
I'm down at CND.
I am a PHD.
I got crazy hair.
I owe lotsa people money,
But I don't care
'Cause it's Friday night.
I'm like a VIP.
I'm drinkin' GIN down at CND.
My name is Phony Baloney
From the FBI
Or the CIA
For your FYI.
At the CTA,
I am an MVP,
And I drink GIN down at CND.
Oh no... Where's the fashion show?
Oh no... Where did it go?
Oh no... I love it so.
Oh no... Where's the fashion show?
Oh no... Where did it go?
Oh no... That was long ago.
So, if you're feelin' tight,
And you've got the need,
Leave your car behind,
Don't need that SOB,
'Cause it's Friday night.
Come along with me,
And we'll drink GIN down at CND.
Hymn
(words and music by Bruce Lash)
Nations each believe
That God is on their side.
Oh, how can that be?
Oh, how can that be?
And the Nations grieve
When their people die.
Where was God that day?
He was far away.
The mystery of faith:
A mystery, indeed,
Where God can turn His back
And leave His flocks to bleed.
In a world where Nations kill
And punish in His Name,
I find it rather odd
To put one's trust in God.
