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"TRAMPLING OUT THE VINTAGE"

All songs written by Tom Guerra (c) 2016, except "Make Your Own Kind of Music" written by Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil, (c) Screen Gems EMI, and "Pay in Blood" written by Bob Dylan (c) Special Rider Music

 

All Purpose Song

Tune in your radio signal, static evolves into grace. Listen awhile by the light of the dial to rescue a song from black space, and you may find peace in the darkest of hour, find the power - The All Purpose Song

Lyrics are lifting your spirit, written as only for you. Some people listen to instruments, chords or the chorus with melody true, but there ain't no rest when you're working your mind, tryin' to find - The All Purpose Song.

Ladies they listen to love songs, for gentlemen it's rockers and blues. Teenagers listen to no one their parents do, gotta be someone they choose, but your music collection is one record shy, till you buy - The All Purpose Song.

 

Dr. Nick and Elvis

Freezer burn, you never learn, they got you in the gutter for the Slight Return.

I've been played by the Ace of Spades, how was I to know he was the Jack of All Trades?

Covered in mud, and dirt and blood, she kicked you to the curb and put you out to stud.

You take the kill, the poison pill, let everybody tell you "for a nickel I will!"

The only ones to help you now are Dr. Nick and Elvis. They tie you to the table like some rockabilly Frankenstein. They fill you till you shine like a brand new Sun, they rearrange your brain so that everything's fun, re-animate your soul so now you're only feeling fine.

A game of chance, of circumstance, you risk it for the biscuit no more "won'ts" and "can'ts"

You always use till you shit your shoes, you got yourself a bad case of Refrigerator Blues.

Your bloodshot eyes, are no disguise, decisions that you're makin' plot your own demise.

Nobody can help you now are Dr. Nick and Elvis. They tie you to the table like some Bloodrock Frankenstein. They fill you with the sounds of a brand new Sun, they rearrange your brain so that everything's fun, re-animate your soul so now you're only feeling fine.

 

Tell the World

Pushin' through, when the darkest of days of December, cover me. Work it through, my survival is all I remember, holding me. Forget those cloudy days, cause now the sun is shining bright. And every day with you, brings on good nights!

I wanna tell the world I love you, I feel so guilty smilin' but it's just not right, how would it help a world in so much pain tonight?

Now and then, when you're needing a shoulder to cry on, call on me. Till the end, be the guy you rely on to buy your Cup of Tea. And you can talk all that you want, swear I'll never roll my eyes, and never will I give, advice unwise...no no, no no!

I wanna tell the world I love you, I'm tryin' to be happy but I feel so bad, how can I talk of love in a world gone mad?

An eye for an eye, only makes the world go blind. Love is the only salvation, that we'll ever find.

I wanna tell the world I love you, cause everbody's hopin' for some brighter days, there's love just around the bend so don't you run away. There's love headin' up your lane into your alleyway. Well love's gonna walk on in, I think it's here to stay.

 

BYOB

Come to my party, it'll be packed to the walls, The Planets all will be there, and half the New York Dolls, Anthony and Binky and a guy called Arnold Stang, they're passin' it to David Jo and Arthur "Killer" Kane...(don't forget Sylvain).

Come to my party, you can make your own designs, Jerr-Ball will be there, layin' out his nine-foot lines (yeahyeahyeah). Come to my party, a most diverse affair, where Deadheads dance to Abba, and the punks say The Lord's Prayer.

And when the night falls I never worry bout whose comin', cause by the midnight hour the house will be hummin'.

Bring Your Own Buzz

Come to my party, you can bring your own buzz, beer and wine are flowing, courtesy of my Cuz. Come to my party, you can come as you are, no matter what floats your boat no matter how bizarre.

Tonight is here, tomorrow's never guaranteed, forget those second thoughts and get here with great speed.

Bring Your Own Buzz

And every night I never worry 'bout who shows, cause all are welcome and the doors will never close.

Bring Your Own Buzz

 

Make Your Own Kind of Music

Nobody can tell you, there's only one song worth singing, they may try and sell you, cause it hangs them up, to see someone like you...but you gotta

Make your own kind of music, sing your own special song, make your own kind of music, even if nobody else sings along

You're gonna be nowhere, the loneliest kind of lonely, it may be rough goin', just to do your thing, the hardest thing to do...but you gotta

Make your own kind of music, sing your own special song, make your own kind of music, even if nobody else sings along

And if you will not take my hand, I know you must be going, I will understand...you gotta

Make your own kind of music, sing your own special song, make your own kind of music, even if nobody else sings along

 

Love Will Forget You

Love'll upset you, and clip your wings. Pillage your castles and kill your kings. Love'll upset you, collapse your head, but love will forget you, and you're left for dead.

I came in peace, love drew a knife. Wild is the beast, run for your life.

Love'll beset you, and leave a scar. Love'll defret your best guitar, jagged edges and broken glass, but love will forget you, and kick your ass.

I came in peace, love drew a knife. Wild is the beast, run for your life.

Love will forget you and live to tell, contemplations and dreams of Hell. To Hell with kindness, To Hell with Grace, love will forget you, and steal your face.

Love'll upset your apple cart, love'll upset you and break your heart. Love's a brothel, a house of sin, gonna spit you out, after you walk in.

I came in peace, love drew a knife. Wild is the beast, run for your life.

Pay in Blood

Well I'm grinding my life out, steady and sure
Nothing more wretched than what I must endure
I'm drenched in the light that shines from the sun
I could stone you to death for the wrongs that you've done

Sooner or later you make a mistake,
I'll put you in a chain that you never will break
Legs and arms and body and bone
I pay in blood, but not my own

Night after night, day after day
They strip your useless hopes away
The more I take the more I give
The more I die the more I live

I got something in my pocket make your eyeballs swim
I got dogs could tear you limb from limb
I'm circlin' around the southern zone
I pay in blood, but not my own

Low cards are what I've got
But I'll play this hand whether I like it or not
I'm sworn to uphold the laws of God
You could put me out in front of a firing squad

I've been out and around with the rising men
Just like you, my handsome friend
My head's so hard, must be made of stone
I pay in blood, but not my own

Another politician coming out the abyss
Another angry beggar blowing you a kiss
You got the same eyes that your mother does
If only you could prove who your father was

Someone must of slipped a drug in your wine
You gulped it down and you've crossed the line
Man can't live by bread alone
I pay in blood, but not my own

How I made it back home, nobody knows
Or how I survived so many blows
I've been through Hell, What good did it do?
You bastard! I'm suppose to respect you!

I'll give you justice, I'll fathom your purse
Show me your moral that you reversed
Hear me holler, hear me moan
I pay in blood but not my own

 

Supermoon

I'm venting into space, a weeping melody to leave the human race... all but a memory.

Blood moon is now aligned, black Sun's been cast aside. Red ocean stains Mankind, can't stop the rising tide.

All over the world, I won't see you anymore, cause my ship has left the shore, all you got is hate and war...no love, no love.

They say we'll be gone tomorrow. End of Days is coming soon, is it do or die, or just a dirty lie, tell me...Supermoon.

Into the darkest place, cast out in endless night. To wander chasing Grace, forever searching light.

All over the world, can you make it out alive? Are you going to survive? All I see is hate and jive, and war again...

They say we'll be gone tomorrow. Armageddon's coming soon, will the Sun arise, instead of shadowed skies, tell me...Supermoon.

They say we'll be gone tomorrow. End of Days is coming soon, open up your eyes, watch the Earth and skies, can it be...Supermoon?

 

Grow on Your Own

When you were young, dead broke and busted, your small town disgusted as you suffered in shame. Was your destination, to change it up drastic, your personal plastic with some millionaire's name...and you take it!

Just like a baby, that cries when it's hungry, you're like a junkie, addicted to love. Your mind exercises turn Joy into pain, your friends' sacrifices for your personal gain.

And you're wearing me down with your, champagne addictions. And you're tearin' me down with your gold plated fictions.

You got what you wanted, it didn't take long, someone to pay for your each and every whim. A black widow spider sings a siren's song, attractin' a mate till the poison kicks in.

Well you're wearing me down with your, bitch proclamations. And you're tearin' me down with your "me" conversations.

And all your life you had someone there, tell you what to wear, how to comb your hair, you can't take your face from your phone.

Grow on your own.

And all your life you had someone there, tell you what to wear, how to comb your hair, you 're tryin' to keep up with the Jones...

Grow on your own.

 

Hard to Love

When you're walkin' down the road, on your Moonlight Mile, please stop and smell the roses along the way. Be sure to stare up in the sky and count the stars above, cause unlike me these things aren't hard to love.

Apologies to all involved from a small and selfish man, to leave you on your most important day. In time you'll find a better guy, who'll fit you like a glove, he'll understand and won't be hard to love.

Hard to love, why it's so hard to love? It's easy for me to find it hard to love.

I'm doin' fine, I get along, I take it as it comes. Ain't it funny how the time just slips away. Sometimes when I've been drinkin' well its you I'm thinkin' of, then it's back to what I like instead of love.

Hard to love, why it's so hard to love? It's easy for me to find it hard to love.

But I think it's time to let love in, and open up the walls. From this day on I will begin, to listen to the call.

Hard to love, why it's so hard to love? It's easy for me to find it hard to love.

 

 

"ALL OF THE ABOVE"

All songs written by Tom Guerra (c) 2014, except "Queen of the Autumn Moon" written by James Pabich and Tom Guerra (c) 2014

 

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Get Offa My Groove

Well I'm gonna hit your town like a SCUD babe, know, gonna blow up in everyone's face. I'll rock your home like a Predator drone, collect your best parts and put 'em in my case. Well, New York's best will be put to the test if you really wanna see me move. Gonna lay you down if you mess with that sound, and you better Get Offa My Groove.

Well you parasites with your leech-like bites well you never seem to leave me alone. When you suck me dry as I spend my nights tryin' to protect my Dirty Bones. With that sulphur smell you were sent from Hell, beneath your shoes a cloven hoove. Gonna lay you down if you don't fix that sound and you better Get Offa My Groove.

Well in politics are politicians, bullshit technicians and we've all seen more than a few. Cause a family of sewer rats could live for a year on the garbage you chew and spew. And the lies you impart you have forged like fine art, they should be hangin' on the wall at the Louvre. I'm sick of your smile your reprobate bile and you better Get Offa My Groove.

 

Simple Song

Doo, doo, doo doo, sing yourself a simple song. Doo, doo, doo, doo, everybody sing along.

When melody is flyin', sadness and anger all end. In music there's no lyin', in harmony we're all friends.

Like notes combine in a choir, no further separation. It's spreading sweet, sonic fire, humanity becomes one.

Music is total asylum, stay with us always my friend.

Music is total asylum, I'll follow you till the end.

 

Dirty Son

Was just a lonely boy, staring into space, always out of place I fit in never. In the turnpike town, motel rent by the hour, I've gotta find the power to leave forever.

When bedtime came I stared into the darkened night, and followed flashing tailights till they're outta site. I never figured out what I was runnin' from, the whole town recognized me as their Dirty Son.

I'm your Dirty Son, I crack a crooked smile, scheming all the while for liberation. I packed my axe and gun, to leave without a trace, nobody to embrace my abdication.

I headed out East just to find my band, and play some rock and roll out in the hinterlands, I met some lovely ladies gave them all a whirl, until I found my one and only Dirty Girl.

I'm your Dirty Son, live on the borderline, till the end of time I'll be there with you. Forever on the run, forget the hands of time, with my only crime no where to run to.

So put me back again upon those killin' roads, and turn my guitar up until my head explodes. The morning highway lit up with the rising sun, the grease and gasoline to cleanse the Dirty Son.

 

Here's Tomorrow

When we were young I took your photograph, your high school locker next to mine. Just yesterday I saw that photograph, was yellowed by the hands of time.

That wintertime when we got all the snow, by February's Valentine. On my Camaro FM radio, "Night Moves" was playin' way up high (way up firm and high...)

Raise your glass to days before, open up and take a pour, love and peace in a time of war, oh here's to you, here's to me, here's tomorrow.

Today I saw you with your family (So Beautiful!), your daughter looks just like you did (We'd Go Dancing). I wonder when you had this family (So Beautiful!), still think of you as just a kid (Just the Girl Next Door).

Raise your glass to days before, open up and take some more, love and peace in a time of war, oh here's to you, here's to me, here's tomorrow.

Raise your glass to days before, open up and take a pour, love and peace in a time of war, oh here's to you, here's to me, here's tomorrow.

 

Queen of the Autumn Moon (lyrics by James Pabich, music by T.G.)

Queen of the Autumn Moon, Queen of the Autumn Moon, wandering eyes under orange skies, Queen of the Autumn Moon.

Belle of the Winter Wind, Belle of the Winter Wind, snowcapped white and outtasite, she's the Belle of the Winter Wind.

Mistress of the Dayglo Night, Mistress of the Dayglo Night, flaming shades that shine and fade, Mistress of the Dayglo Night.

Seer of the Springtime Sky, Seer of the Springtime Sky, breathes humid green of days gone by, Seer of the Springtime Sky.

Childlike in the Summer Sun, Childlike in the Summer Sun, of open hands and shell-filled sands, Childike in the Summer Sun.

Queen of the Autumn Moon, Queen of the Autumn Moon, wandering eyes under orange skies, Queen of the Autumn Moon.

 

Cup of Tea

You came to my company, they said stay away from me, but I'll respect your dignity, so join me for a Cup of Tea.

I told you my history, you said I was stone crazy, but that's OK apparently, cause you had one more Cup of Tea.

Sing me a chorus of "I Wanna Hold Your Hand." "I Want to Tell You" just like "Yesterday." "In My Life" "Two of Us" until "The End". Don't ever say "Youve' Got to Hide Your Love Away."

One bright day for all to see, you and I became a "we," now I wonder curiously, what was in that Cup of Tea?

Sing me a chorus of "I Wanna Hold Your Hand." "I Want to Tell You" just like "Yesterday." "In My Life" "Two of Us" until "The End". Don't ever say "Youve' Got to Hide Your Love Away."

I've waited long enough to thank you for all the good things that you do. I can't imagine life without you girl, every day is me and you.

Sing me a chorus of "I Wanna Hold Your Hand." "I Want to Tell You" just like "Yesterday." "In My Life" "Two of Us" until "The End". Don't ever say "Youve' Got to Hide Your Love Away,"

Cause I still wanna hold your hand...

 

Indian

Government treaty says we're gonna stay. They promised not to take our land away. Government treaty says we're gonna stay, but now they're changin' everything they say. Government treaty, promised that we're gonna stay.

President Jackson takin' New Frontiers, they sent us West on the Trail of Tears. President Jackson takin' New Frontiers, while all the Red People disappear. President Jackson's forces takin' New Frontiers.

History teaches we were cast aside, when America took it nationwide. History teaches we were cast aside, but truth be told it was genocide. History teachers teachin' we were cast aside. History teachers, tell them it was genocide.

Mountainwater flow to the river, river gonna flow to the sea, sea to the sky till the sky's done cried sends it back to you and me.

 

Refrigerator Blues

Refrigerator Blues, they've got you on ice, a victim of vice, you had to take a slice. Refrigerator Blues, they got you in the deep freeze, a suicide squeeze, gonna make you sneeze. Refrigerator Blues, you gotta brand new bag, you're lyin' on a cold slab, let's see you crackle and drag.

Refrigerator Blues, down at the Death Ward, forgot to pull the rip cord, you fell upon your sword. Refrigerator Blues, you puttin' up a white flag, a rubber black bag, shoulda watched that skag.

When Edgar Allen Poe meets Jack the Ripper, your heroin chic don't get any hipper, lying with your head on the choppin' block, and now you're dyin' on a Chinese rock.

A million tales I can deliver, but just one push gonna make you quiver, shoot it cherry red when you wanna score, you're shot dead knockin' off a liquor store.

Refrigerator Blues, they've got you on ice, a victim of vice, you had to take a slice. Refrigerator Blues, they got you in the deep freeze, a suicide squeeze, gonna make you sneeze. Refrigerator Blues, you're lyin' on a cold slab, you gotta brand new bag, cause you froze your nose. Refrigerator Blues, down at the Death Ward, forgot to pull the rip cord, and you fell upon your sword. Refrigerator Blues, you puttin' up a white flag, a rubber black bag, shoulda watched that skag. Refrigerator blues, you gotta have a big taste, you make it such a big race, you lost your pretty face...

But awww, such a waste...

 

Frankenstein Boots

Well you got your seven fingers and you got your seven toes, you got your borrowed brain as long as it don't decompose. Electrodes for your neck you know they kinda make you cute, but best of all you're dancin' in your Frankenstein Boots.

Well your Frankenstein Boots you know they fit so well, I wanna get me some just to defend myself. But what the Hell is wrong with me, I've got a gun that shoots, though nothin' packs the power of a pair of Frankenstein Boots.

AYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHHHHHH

When werewolves laugh lascivious with tongues licking their lips, the zombies bide their time until the zombie apocalypse. Old Dracula he puts his bread on things more absolute, can't wait to sink his teeth into a Frankenstein Boot.

So join us in the band and monster music will surround, the guitars and the amplifiers make a joyful sound. The trumpets and the violins, gold saxophones and flutes, the groove will be established by your Frankenstein Boots...Piano Too!

 

Down on the Turnpike

Once upon a time, way before all the big box stores, the Berlin Turnpike was a friendly place, for junkies, pimps and whores. At the Sonesta Motel, Rudolpho Cruz is just thirteen, his home for all his life with his Mom, who keeps all the rooms clean.

Rudy's got a job next door at the Exxon station with the broken sign, it's the "wipe the windows, check the oil, dollar gas," assembly line. But when it's closing time, covered from head to toe, in grease and gasoline, with pockets full of dirty cash, Rudy feels, crystal clean.

Listen up, sirens wailin' all the time. Look up see those broken neon signs. Take your pick of a choice of chambermaids, take her in, just pull down that windowshade.

To Rudy's only friend Larry, a teenage grifter a few years older, shoplifting was his chosen field, till he grew so much bolder. Started takin' whole cash registers, till the owner grabbed him up, down at the Mini-Mart, threw him through the front window, where a piece of plate glass pierced his heart.

His Mom screams "Hijo Sucio" (Dirty Son) after Rudy too did some petty crime, boosting cigarettes from an old machine, he'd loot all the time. Reachin' round the rusty back, pullin' sometimes twenty packs when he was on the job, Rudy sold them all to his friends, till he found, he was rippin' off the Mob.

Look out, no such thing as moral code. Move out, move far from these killin' roads. Watch out, do what you can to survive. Don't depend on help to arrive.

One night Rudy helped a man in Room 9 carry some boxes to his car, the man said "Hey Rudy, come by my room sometime, I'll show you how to play guitar." And as he said that, up pulled the PoPo, screeching tires and flashing lights, with guns drawn they cuffed him and they stuffed him as they read him his Miranda Rights.

Before the cops could search Number 9, Rudy grabbed that guitar case, stashed it away in the laundry room, his favorite hiding place. Later on he popped the case and red guitar was like Christmas Day. Inside the flap, a loaded gun, and with either one he could make his getaway.

Watch out, gotta watch out for The Man. Over there in his black and white sedan. On your own, when help is what you need. All alone, no one here to intercede.

Look out, human traffic's on the flow. Look out, miles of tailights on the road. Chokin' up, chokin' on those tailpipe fumes. Get back, gonna head back to the room. Get down...

 

Love Comes to Us All

Hang on, hearts will call, love comes to us all...

In springtime when new life is flowering, we nourished with rain from our eyes. The tears we cry, for your forever young.

Our heavy hearts keep us beside you, with prayers that our God bless us all, and when we fall, together may we rise.

The darkest of nights you are living, again will the sun ever shine? But memories, like sunlight never die.

Celebrate living by caring, remember those left us in song, it won't be long, till light shines on your door.

Hang on, hearts will call, love comes to us all...

 

 

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