| Sad
Sack | | | |
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| I
Went to Tea With the Elephant Man (words and music by
Bruce Lash)
I went to tea
with the Elephant Man, My curiosity humming. It was to be such a splendid
affair, And everyone I knew was coming.
I went to bat for a friend
of a friend. It didn't come to nothing. We headed off down a dead-end
street, And we just kept on running. Running. Running. Running.
Well, I guess success Can be expressed By the size of your delusion, Divided
by how hard you try And how well that you're doing.
I sang a song for the Elephant Man,
And I could feel things turning. She shook her head
from side to side, Just like her ears were burning. Burning. Burning.
Burning.
Well then all at once, Like a blind drunk dunce, The
inevitable collision. And all involved are not absolved, But guilty by
collusion.
I went to tea with the Elephant Man, Star struck and sappy.
We paid her off in the usual key, And everybody went home happy. Happy.
Happy. Happy. Happy. Happy. | | |
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| | The
Saint of Alone
(words and music by Bruce Lash)
I
want to tell you that I love you so, But I never could find a way. Always
knew that, someday, I'd go. There was no way that I could stay. One love,
true love, Is more than I can stand. It ain't nothing but a mystery Every
time I take your hand. But it's all In the way Of the Saint of Alone.
I was really only fooling myself When I said that I didn't need Everything
that I get from you, Every word, every look I read. One love, true love,
Is more than I can take. When I'm down on my knees to you, It kinda
feels like a big mistake. But it's all In the way Of the Saint of Alone.
Alone.
I guess there's nothing really left to say. Nothing left
to leave my tongue. Maybe I'd be better off this way: Better left than
left undone. Of love, true love, Is more than I can speak. If it's
all just the same to you, I'll be back. You make me weak. But it's all
In the way Of the Saint of Alone. |
| I
Live My Life in Shadow
(words and music by Bruce Lash)
I
am the one who lingers near the stair. As you go by, you may not be aware,
But you'll look back to see that I'm not there, For I live my life in shadow.
I never think about the things I say, But you must listen to them
anyway. I hold you captive every single day, As I live my life in shadow.
Oh no, Your past must go. Put it in a place where no one will know.
Ooo. Ooo. Your future too. When all is said and done it's best.
Ooo.
Ooo. Your children too. When all is said and done it's best.
There
may be times when I will let you be, And you will think that I have set you
free, But I will always bring you back to me, For I live my life in shadow.
Yes, I live my life in shadow. In shadow. In shadow. | |
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Golden
Years
(words
and music by David Bowie) |
| | Autumn
(words and music by Bruce Lash)
Clouds
are moving very fast today. Clouds are moving. Or is it just the Earth
moving very fast? Earth is moving. Or is it just my mind, moving very
fast? Yeah, it moving.
Clouds are moving very fast today. Yeah,
they're moving. And soon the trees will just be sticks, Jutting from the
ground, Though they're living. Or is it just my mind, moving very fast?
Yeah, it moving. Or is it just the Earth moving very fast? Earth is
moving.
Clouds are hanging very low today, Like they're falling. And
soon the ground will turn to stone. Everyone has flown. Hear them calling.
Or is it just my mind, moving very fast? Yeah, it moving.
Or is
it just my mind, moving very fast? Yeah, it moving. Or is it just the
Earth moving very fast? Earth is moving.
Clouds are moving very fast
today. Clouds are moving. And soon the ground will turn to stone.
Everyone atone. Hear me calling. Or is it just my mind, moving very fast?
Yeah, it moving. Or is it just the Earth moving very fast? Earth is moving. |
| Make
Up Your Mind
(words and music by Bruce Lash)
You're
on your own, And when you're feeling down, You take to the back streets,
baby. Walking town to town. I'm on your side, But I won't wear your
shoes. You tell me that there just one way To kick these walking blues.
First stop: forget about hope now. Next stop: you leave it behind.
Next stop: you get enough rope. Next stop: you make up your mind.
I
won't come down On anything you choose. You tell me that there's just
one way To kick these walking blues.
First stop: forget about hope
now. Next stop: you leave it behind. Next stop: you get enough dope. Next
stop: you make up your mind.
Where is your pride? You leave it underground.
And everything that you've built up, You will soon tear down. You
will tear it down.
I'm on your side, But I won't wear your shoes.
You tell me that there just one way To kick these walking blues. First
stop: forget about hope now. Next stop: you leave it behind. Next stop:
you leave it to the Pope now. Next stop: you make up your mind. You've
got to make up your mind. You've got to make up your mind. | |
| | Walk
Tall in the Jungle
(words and music by Bruce Lash)
Walk
tall in the jungle. Head high, you can tell which way The wind blow. Walk
tall in the jungle. It doesn't matter if you're tree high Or slinky low.
Walk tall when you're coming into town. Walk tall. It's a Saturday. Saturday.
And it's a jungle.
Walk tall in the jungle. In your stride, you reveal
All you've ever known. Walk tall in the jungle. Walk with pride, Though
you walk alone. Walk tall when you're headed underground. Walk tall. It's
a Saturday. Saturday. And it's a jungle.
Twilight brings new mood
to things. The young girl screams. The policeman seems OK. It happens
every day. Yonder 'cross the river are scenes. In the jungle home, There're
a million jungle dreams. (I don't know what that means.)
Walk tall
when you're coming into town. Walk tall. It's a Saturday. Saturday. And
it's a jungle.
Make friends in the jungle. Walking tall in the hot
sun Or summer rain. Make friends in the jungle. Find your place In
the food chain. Walk tall when you're walking in your sleep. Walk tall.
It's a Saturday. Saturday. And it's a jungle.
Walk tall in the jungle.
Walk tall in the jungle. Walk tall in the jungle. And you won't sleep
tonight.
Walk tall in the jungle. Walk tall in the jungle. Walk
tall in the jungle. And you won't sleep tonight. You won't sleep... |
| We
Disagree
(words and music by Bruce Lash)
We
disagree, But that's alright for me. We disagree, But that's alright.
We disagree, But that's alright for me. We disagree, But let's
not fight.
Not one kind word in sixteen days, So let's get down and
set it right. The time has come to make our peace, 'Cause I can't take
another night.
'Cause we disagree...
This ugly war goes on and
on. Our happy home will soon be gone.
'Cause we disagree...
What
happened to our happy love? I can't go on. I've had enough.
'Cause
we disagree... | |
| It's
Not Me
(words and music by Bruce Lash)
It
started out in a bar on a Saturday night. Then I'm in front of her house With
a camera and a flashlight. Well the next thing you know, Someone's taken
her life. When the cops pulled me over, They found the bloody steak knife.
No, it's not me. I don't lie. You got the wrong guy. No, oh
no, Baby, it's not me.
I got her number, somehow, From one of
her friends, And I couldn't help a-callin' it again and again. Sometimes,
I'd call a a-four in the morn, And the stuff I was saying Was like suicide
porn.
No, it's not me. I don't lie. I got an alibi. No, oh
no, Baby it's not me.
Now, I'm in front of the judge With the
shackles on, And I'm lookin' fer luck, But it's already gone. When
the jury came in, I was holdin' my breath, But the verdict was guilty.
The sentence was death.
No, it's not me. I don't lie. I don't
want to die. No, oh no, Baby, it's not me. | |
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Philosophy
of the World
(words and music by Dot Wiggin) |
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