TRAMPLING OUT THE VINTAGE

Album: “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 (Guerra)

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 (Guerra)

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 (Guerra)

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 (Guerra)

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 (Weil/Mann)

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 (Guerra)

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 (Bob Dylan)

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 (Guerra)

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 (Guerra)

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 (Guerra)

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.