Original Songs

One last and I'll stop monopolizing: this is a tune I wrote for my old band, the Central Park Sheiks.

The Blue Hotel

The bellhop he don't jump to do the chores.
The elevator man's getting drunk between the floors.
At the Blue Hotel... at the Blue Hotel.
When you come in off the street
you'll find the service is discreet,
you're always welcome at the blue hotel.

The upstairs maid's got something going on the side.
The house dick he's been known to take a bribe,
At the Blue Hotel, at the Blue Hotel.
Bring along your aunt
and meet me by the potted plant
In the lobby of the Blue Hotel.

When you step down to dine in our luxurious lounge
You'll get the finest meal that the house can scrounge.
The chef is deaf, hear the waitress howl,
in the kitchen of the Blue Hotel.
The houseband plays an anonymous bop,
They play Savoy and the Bunny Hop.
Ther busboy's in the backroom dancin' with a mop,
in the basement of the Blue Hotel.

Ring that bell if you want to call the clerk.
Knock on the desk if the bell don't work.
When you stay there overnight
They are bound to treat you right,
You're always welcome at the Blue Hotel.

The desk clerk's name is Gritpipe Thin
and he checks you out as he checks you in.
You write your name with a pen on a chain,
and as you do this thing you take a look at the terrain:
There's slippery Sylvester and his sinister moll,
Hanging out in the shadows that lurk in the hall.
And the eyeballs are moving in a picture on the wall.
In the foyer...

And way up in the corner by the dusty curtain lining,
There's a fat black spider dining.
The picture isn't nice, there are poker playing mice
behind the baseboards of the Blue Hotel.


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A note: For some reason I'll never know, this was for many years my most popular tune. It does have a catchy tune to it... People requested it everywhere I went. It began to drive me nuts and after a while, I stopped performing it. I wanted to be taken more seriously as a song writer... go figure. I have written tunes that aren't funny, honest, though I suppose there's always this whimsy. Ahhh me. Now I'm happy when the folks request anything. :wink:

Good stuff anyway, squeedle. I don't think you're monopolizing. Nobody has been posting lately.

My Teen Anthem

ONE FOOT IN HELL

Well this wicked living's got the best of me
Sweet sweet rock and roll blasphemy
Here comes a demon like an angel of light
I'm too high to care I'm too weak to fight
My mother used to say when I was just a lad
I'd turn to stone if my thoughts were bad
Twenty years later I think she was right
"Cause I feel something getting hard tonight

CHORUS

I've got One Foot In Hell
And the other foots' losing ground
I'm slipping Away I'm heading for Hades
The devils' 'bout to take me down

I've got One foot in Hell
Like a moth being drawn to a flame
I want my full measure of earthly pleasures
before I have to face my pain

All right everybody get in line
Last call for alcohol it's closing time
I can't wait to hear what you've all got to say
Begging for forgiveness on the judgement day
Here come the groupies with your bedroom eyes
The agents and lawyers with all your lies
It's a big reunion ain't it swell
All the rock and rollers on the way to hell

CHORUS

One Foot in Hell One Foot in Hell
I've got one foot in hell, I'm going down,
And I don't care 'cause you'll all be there with me
We're all gonna burn
We're all gonna fry
We're all going down
We're all gonna die
I'll have plenty of company
I'll see you in Hell with me.....


Cheery and uplifting huh? :wink:

Ahhhh, Bi Polar... howdy ole dude.

It's always darkest before its completely black!

I like the dark stuff too.

So much good stuff going around....my dark stuff seems pithy and overly wordy to me, but I'll dig some up.....it's all "young man" works....

With tongue in cheek.....a Bi-Polar love song/ode to the groupie....God bless'em all

YOU WON'T SEE ME AGAIN

I see you standing over by the bar
Throwing those looks my way
Hey what you trying to say?

Don't be so coy I'm not a little boy
I know just what you want...but let me tell you up front
I call the plays you just do what I say
If you wanna play ball with me...
'Cause if I miss your boat there's five more coming in.....
I'm the man you're just a one night stand
And baby I like it that way
Chances are better than good you won't see me again.....No you won't see me again

You look so tacky you're in such bad taste..
You're just the kind of woman I want.....to eat my tensions away
I'll let you take me home you'll let me jump your bones
But don't try and make it out to be more than it is
'Cause I know 10 like you in every major city
From New York to Tampa Bay
Most times I'm finished and gone without catching your name
I'm in a band you're just a one night stand
Baby I like it that way
Chances are better than good you won't see me again....
No! You won't see me again

Don't want your name
Don't want your number
Don't wanna know anything about you....
Just take me home
Get me off
And leave me alone........

Sometimes it's interesting to look at a songwriting process...I don't know how you guys do it...sometimes they come to me all at once and sometimes the words come first...some times the music...with this one I'm just stringing some verses together and waiting for something to tie it all together. I've been noodling with this about a week. These are verses in no particular order for a song with the working title "Slouching Towards Bethlehem"

Tell me what you think, remember these are in no particular order.

I had no education
no position or property
that's all you could see so you viewed me improperly.

I longed for acceptance and approval from you
But forgot to consider your stiff narrow view.

"We don't need you in church" I was told, singing hymns, because you sing other places where there's whiskey and gin
And though Christ may accept you guess what? We ain't Him.
I'll not be your scapegoat for your own shortcomings
Or your all access pass when you feel like slumming.

Just a work in progress, I'm sure the finished project will be edited, some things subtracted some added...there's no chorus to tie it together yet but the idea is that some people take the wide road because they've been made unwelcome on the narrow.

Cav us old guys have more life experience so we can be REALLY dark if we feel like it. :wink:

Wow! Fantastic, Bi. "...slouching toward Bethlehem.." Yeats would approve even if Jerry didn't.

Cav, Age has nothing to do with creativity. (I hope)

Ladies and gentlemen, on stage for the first time, together

Cav, Beedle, Bi and Edgar--the winner of our content

Did I miss any groupies?

Heh heh, while digging up a song to post, I remembered that I was a groupie of these guys, Slow. They friggin' rocked, in the true sense of the word. It wasn't new, but their demise indeed follows a fine rock history:

http://www.canoe.ca/JamMusicPopEncycloPagesS/slow.html

er, Cav. Sorry, didn't recognize one artist in your link. Speaking of demise, however, one Warren Zevon who recently died, made some comment about songs being the words of the inarticulate.

Didn't recognize him, either.

Letty, you would not have recognized Slow, or anyone in the band, as they were a brief blip on the Canadian Indie map, then gone. Warren Zevon however...have you heard 'Keep Me In Your Heart'? Spooky and guarenteed to bring a tear to your eye...

"Awoo, the werewolf of London,
I'd sure like to meet his tailor."

Peace to The Excitable Boy.

<smile> The Werewolf of London...ooooh..Harvest moon will be early this Sept....Better get our silver bullets ready.

Howling at the moon...

Lycanthropy

Hate it when that happens... wake up in the morning, the newspapers all soggy and all the alpo in the house has been eaten...

:wink:

Well, you could still beat Simon and Garfunkle's return, Beedle.

Here's a challenge:

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=11842&highlight=

Come on, guys. Compose...compose...compose

Big World

TV says it's a small world
That's what you believe
Foreign correspondents
Making their report
They get on location, talk
And then they leave
And they see nothing
But hotel, taxi, and airport.

(chorus)
The world is big
It's a big world!
The world is big
It's a big world!
The world is big
It's a big world!
The world is so much bigger than you thought it was
It's a great big world!

No matter where you go
The folk you meet
Don't try to tell me
That we're all the same
When you wouldn't touch
The food they like to eat
And you can't be bothered
To pronounce their name

(chorus)

Oh what would some giftie gi'e us
To see oursel's as others see us
Or to see others as they see themselves…

(chorus)

You think you could walk
A mile in his shoes
He's got more problems
Than you could handle
Your modern appliances,
He can't use
And you'd have to go a
Kilometer in his sandals

(chorus)

Very wry dry and to the point Seal Poet!

Seal Poet -
Excellent, as always.

>gawrsh<

I had to retrieve this from work, else I'd have posted it earlier. But yesterday I printed it out and showed it to the guy who inspired it.

He gets the point but I don't think he'll ever assimilate how much of it is aimed at him. But even though he pontificates on whatever he hears on the radio, he does show enough intelligence to know that there are holes in his knowledge... He's a likeable guy... but I wish he didn't hum. It's like working next to a 275 lb mosquito.