‘All of the Above’ Lyrics

ALL OF THE ABOVE

Album: “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

GET OFFA MY GROOVE (Guerra)

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 (Guerra)

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 (Guerra)

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 (Guerra)

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 Tom Guerra)

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 (Guerra)

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?

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 (Guerra)

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 (Guerra)

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 (Guerra)

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 (Guerra)

Down on the Turnpike…Down on the Turnpike…Down on the Turnpike…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.

Down on the Turnpike…Listen up, sirens wailin’ all the time. Down on the Turnpike…Look up see those broken neon signs. Down on the Turnpike…Take your pick of a choice of chambermaids, Down on the Turnpike…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.

Down on the Turnpike…Look out, no such thing as moral code. Down on the Turnpike… Move out, move far from these killin’ roads. Down on the Turnpike…Watch out, do what you can to survive. Down on the Turnpike…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.

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

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

LOVE COMES TO US ALL (Guerra)

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…