2007

Click for mp3 My Room
(words and music by Bruce Lash)

I whisper to you from my room.
A whisper is a feeling...

I always liked this building.
To me one thing was clear:
I knew that one day I'd live here.

My neighbors come and go.
I hear them through the ceiling.
But what they're up to, I don't know.

I am so still.
I make no sound.
They never know when I'm around.

Sometimes I leave my music on
And go downstairs out to the lawm
And listen to what it's like
To be on the outside.
And then I go back up the stair
And through my door my to my chair
And think about what it's like
To be on the inside.

I don't pay for my water,
And so I leave it on.
It sounds, to me, just like a song.

But I pay for my light,
And so I leave it off.
The dawn coming in so strange and soft.

I had to change my life.
I felt it coming on.
The past is better when it's gone.

And so I left my wife.
I left my children too.
I didn't know what else to do.

Sometimes I leave my music on
And go downstairs out to the lawn
And listen to what it's like
To be on the outside.
And then I go back up the stair
And through my door and to my chair
Remembering what it was like
To be on the inside.

I whisper to you from my room.
This room invites the evening.
I hope it don't get dark too soon.

Click for mp3 Monkey Man
(words and music by Bruce Lash)

I been drinking since dawn.
I been swinging through the trees
'Cause in the state I'm in,
I do just as I please.
Now it's raining so hard.
I left my cigarettes in my car.
I'm so long overdue.
I'm a monkey man for you.

Let's talk about love.
Let's forget about the past.
'Cause with my fingers in your glove,
I can make a good thing last.
There are stories you hear
About that one so dear.
I could tell you a few.
I'm a monkey man for you.

A monkey man, a monkey man.
You gotta give me something
I can understand.
I'm a monkey man.

A monkey man, a monkey man.
You gotta give me something,
Take me by the hand.
I'm a monkey man.

When you're on the road,
And you're all alone,
I'll put a spell on you
And take you home.
But now it's Saturday,
And you're so far away.
The telephone won't do.
I'm a monkey man for you.

Click for mp3If You Give Me a Blowjob
(words and music by Bruce Lash)

If you give me a blowjob,
I'll sing you a song.
I promise the blowjob
Won't take very long.
The song will be sweet
When the blowjob's complete.
If you keep your lips where they belong,
Then I will sing you a song.

If you give me a blowjob,
I'll fix you a meal.
I've got lots of recipes.
Ain't no big deal.
If the blowjob is nice,
You'll get red beans and rice
And anything else I can steal.
Yes, I will fix you a meal,
And I will sing you a song.

If you give me a blowjob,
You can stay in my tent.
No, don't worry, darlin',
I won't charge you rent.
You can stay here all night
If the blow job's alright.
If you are past the age of consent,
Then you can stay here in my tent,
And I will fix you a meal
Of whatever it is you might feel,
And I will sing you a song.
I promise it won't take too long.

Why Is It?
(words and music by Bruce Lash)

Why is it, again, that I watch TV?
Why is it, again, that I need new clothes?
Why is it, again, that the sun comes up?
Why is it, again, that I chose what I chose?

Why is it, again, that I keep my job?
Why is it, again, that I need a phone?
Why is it, again, that the rain comes down?
Why is it, again, that I live alone?

Why is it, again, that the man says jump?
Why is it, again, that I lock my door?
Why is it, again, that I ran so hard?
Why is it, again, that I don't run no more?

I don't remember.
I don't remember anymore.

Why is it, again, that I hide my face?
Why is it, again, that my hair is long?
Why is it, again, that I'm so low down?
Why is it, again, that I'm always wrong?

I don't remember.
I don't remember.
No, I don't remember anymore.

One Last Ride
(words and music by Bruce Lash)

It's been three days since you've been gone.
We buried you today.
It happened all so suddenly.
There was barely time to pray.
I laid a flower upon your stone,
And then I turned away.
No, today is not my friend,
And time ain't on my side.
I guess I'll go downtown
For one last ride.

The house is nearly empty now.
I don't want our things in here.
For each one holds a memory,
And each memory brings a tear.
It all recalled our happy days
And when I held you near.
No, the past is not my friend,
And every night I've cried.
I guess I'll go downtown
For one last ride.

One last ride
Through the world we once knew.
One last ride
Through every memory of you.
One last ride.
What am I going to do
With all the love and dreams we cherished
Right up til the day you perished?

Now all these thoughts of love and dreams
Have left me bruised and sore.
The things that made me happy once
Ain't a-workin' anymore.
You know I won't be back again
When I walk through that door,
'Cause the future ain't my friend.
No, it's not where I'll reside.
I guess I'll go downtown
For one last ride.
I guess I'll go downtown
For one last ride.
I guess I'll go downtown
For one last ride.

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