Fifteen Minutes of Fame

I started playing this damn guitar
When I was just twelve years old
For all my sweat and my calluses
What have I got to show

I've got a beer gut the size of Texas...
But not a penny to my name
But I won't take no for an answer
I want my fifteen minutes of fame

My daddy told me I'm worthless
My mamma told me the same
My dog up and died and my girlfriend left me
My friends got married and moved away

I paid my dues a thousand times...
And now I'm going bald and gray
But if you want me to give up, I'll tell you to shut up
I want fifteen my minutes of fame

They say my brain must be damaged
From all the stuff that I took
They say my music is ugly
The same goes for my looks

I traded my guitar for an Uzi...
I'm on a rooftop screaming something insane
I'm taking my last chance making my demands...
I want my fifteen minutes of fame

Just give me fifteen minutes...


Composer: Chris Bolger
Publisher: Reglob Music (BMI)

My Back Pages

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps

"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed

Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now

Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history

Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school

"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect

Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now


Composer: Bob Dylan
Publisher: Special Rider Music / Warner Bros. Music a div. of Warner Bros. Inc. (ASCAP)

Do It (Don't Try)

Well I went to see the preacher
To get my spirit high
Preacher said "Just do it, son...
Well there's no such thing as try"

Well I went to the professor
To raise my I.Q. high
To this, he said "Just do it, son...
Well there's no such thing as try"

Read my books 'from B to Z'
I've learned all I can learn
Sometimes I look forward, now
And sometimes I get burned

Life's richer when your feet get wet
And boring when they're dry
Get some paydirt on your soles
Do it, boy don't try
Do it, boy don't try

Don't try... Just do it... Don't try

Well I went to see a Buddhist
Lama, way up high
I said, "Hello Dali"
He said "Do it boy, don't try"

I climbed up on the mountain
Looking nature in the eye
The clouds spelled out these letters
They said "Do it 'cross the sky"

Read my books 'from B to Z'
I've learned all I can learn
Sometimes I look forward, now
And sometimes I get burned

Used to spend a lot of time
On who and what and why
Stick your finger in your mind
Do it, boy don't try
Do it, boy don't try

Don't try... Do it... Don't Try!
Do it! Just do it! Don't Try!
Do it!
I said "Do it boy, don't try!"


Composer: Ray Longchamp
Publisher: Ray Longchamp Music (BMI)

Same As You

Everybody’s talking about the way you tore her down
And I for one was glad to hear she finally threw you out
You’ve been fooling around on her long as I can recall
Now you’re getting yours how does it feel to take the fall

Now you want to lay the blame anywhere you can
You wanted to be the bad boy
Can’t you take it like a man

I’m not the same as you
I won’t do those things that make her blue
I’m not the same as you
Don’t give me that wounded look

Don’t you try and blame me cause I saw my opportunity
You left the door wide open cause you thought that she would never leave you
She felt free because you acted like you didn’t care
You were nowhere to be found when she needed someone there

Now you act like we’re the ones who knifed you in the back
But your friends all got your number
Yeah, we’ve all seen your act

I’m not the same as you...


Composer: Chris Bolger
Publisher: Reglob Music (BMI)

Four Winds

New day... promise in your eyes
The future's bright like... rainbows in the sky
You can go... take your chances
Life's a dance... go where it leads

I hear the words of our fathers... never be afraid
Your walking up to a journey with its pitfalls and chances
So be strong... Be oh so brave
These are the words of our fathers

So let the four winds blow
let them carry you away
Let your life be full... livin' it
Let the four winds blow
let them carry you away
Time will tell... Step by step along the way

I hear the words of my mother gentle words so wise
I speak to her when i'm lonely... in my solitude
Her wisdom shines... like the stars in the sky
I hear the words of my mother

So let the four winds blow
let them carry you away
Let your life be full... livin' it
Let the four winds blow
let them carry you away
Time will tell... Step by step along the way

I used to visit the old man, whose words were mirrors of time
He'd say 'life is just like the seasons'
He'd say tomorrow is for our children
So full of hopes and fears
They are the hope of the future...
Promises and tears

So let the four winds blow
let them carry you away
Let your life be full livin' it
Let the fourwinds blow let them carry you away
Time will tell step by step day by day

I hear the words of our children
Words so sweet and clear
Theirs is the voice of the future, yeah


Composers: James Leahy, Greg Hollister
Publisher: Gitbox Music (ASCAP), Ashleki Music (BMI)

Supervisor Blues

I ain't learned NO GRAMMAR
I ain't getting' no wiser
I can hit you with a hammer, 'cause I'm your supervisor
On a fine spring day
you can smell the buttercup
If you got somethin' to say, I'm gonna write you up

'Cause I'm the supervisor - I ain't no wiser or chic
But I wear the white badge - and make ten dollars more than you a week

It's 9:00 A.M.
You just got off the #1
If you wanna make it on time, you'd better run
But something's gonna happen,
It happens every time
If it's 9:03... YOU'RE GONNA BE RED-LINED

Yeah, I'm the supervisor, a mental midget - and a hack
But my nose is too brown to give YOUR union-nose a whack!

It's 10 o'clock
You're feeling sick and nervous
Well, that's just bad luck; you gotta go to Health Service
But the doctor's not in
That doctor's NEVER there
You better come back downstairs and bill some more Medicare

'Cause I'm the supervisor, may age is higher than my I.Q.
I'm gonna watch you all day 'cause I ain't got nuttin' better to do

It's a quarter to 5
you head for the locker
If that girl thinks she's gonna leave, I'm gonna dock her
'Cause you know us super people
don't care about the clock
We never get overtime, and WE NEVER GET DOCKED!

I'm a real supervisor,
No brains, no talent, angry and cross
Come ask for directions and we'll make sure that you stay LOST
They call us supervisors, a classless bunch of whiney old wrecks
But we're the ones you kiss it to,
'Cause we're the ones who'll hold up your checks


Composer: Chris Breetveld (BMI)
Publisher: Breet Music (BMI)

Laugh Laugh

I hate to say it but I told you so
Don't mind my preaching to you
I said "don't trust him", baby, now you know
You don't learn everything there is to know in school

Wouldn't believe me when I gave advice
I said that he was a tease
If you want help you better ask me nice
So be sincere, convince me with a "pretty please"

Laugh, Laugh, I thought I'd die
It seemed so funny to me,
Laugh, Laugh, you met a guy
who taught you how it feels to be

Lonely, oh so lonely

Don't think I'm being funny when I say
You got just what you deserve
I can't help feeling you found out today
You thought you were too good you had a lot of nerve

Won't say I'm sorry for the things I said
I'm glad he packed up to go
You kept on bragging he was yours instead
You found you don't know everything there is to know

(Chorus)

Before I go I'd like to say one thing
Don't close your ears to me
Take my advice and you'll find out that being
Just another girl won't cause you misery

You say you can get any boy at your call
Don't be so smug or else
find you can't get any boy at all
You'll wind up an old lady sitting on the shelf

(Chorus)

Lonely, oh so lonely


Composer: Ron Elliot
Publisher: Clears Music (BMI)

Poster Boy

If the ability to see love where there isn't any...
were a virtue... I would be a holy man
I'd be the patron saint of everyone whoever deceived themself
Into thinking they ever had a ghost of a chance

She was a promise that was always waiting to be broken
She told me flat out she would be the end of me
And I'm the living proof that you can have your heart cut out and live to talk about it
And never set yourself free

You see this millstone around my neck I put it there all by myself
Oh yeah she didn't stop me but I didn't stop myself
I'm the poster boy for self inflicted misery

If shooting yourself in the foot entitles you to a Purple Heart
Than I shoud have more medals than a four star general
Cause I enlisted in the army of misdirected affectionates
I'm the major screw-up marching into my own private hell

You see this millstone...

And if she could be any flower of her choosing she'd have been a blood-red thorny rose
A pretty thing that brings pain to anyone it touches but touch it we do
Even though we know we've always known

If self-delusion were an art form I would be a master
If it were money I would be a millionaire
But it's what it is and what it is, is wishful thinking carried to the point of the absurd
So sue me I'm too far gone to care

You see this millstone around my neck I put it there all by myself
Oh yeah she didn't stop me and I didn't stop myself
Now I'm the poster boy for the self inflicted misery brigade


Composer: Chris Bolger
Publisher: Reglob Music (BMI)

Believe

I am you and you are me
Why's that such a mystery?
If you want it you got to believe

Who are we ?
We're who we are
Riding on this great big star
We've got to stand up if we're gonna be free, yeah

If you want it you got it
You just got to believe
Believe in yourself
'Cause it's all just a game
We just want to be loved

The Son of God is in your face
Offering us eternal grace
If you want it you've got to believe
'Cause being free is a state of mind
We'll one day leave this all behind
Just put your faith in God
And one day you'll see it

If you want it you got it
You just got to believe
Believe in yourself
'Cause it's all just a game
We just want to be loved

The future's in our present hands
Let's reach right in
And let's understand
If you want it you've got to believe yeah

If you want it you got it
You just got to believe
Believe in yourself yeah
'Cause it's all just a game
We just want to be loved


Composers: Henry Hirsch, Lenny Kravitz
Publisher: Henry Hirsch Music (ASCAP), Miss Bessie Music (ASCAP)

Fisticuffs

It's Friday, your baby calls you on the phone
He's hurt you, he leaves you
He flirts with all the young yo-pros
You're thinking once, but not twice
Maybe he won't disturb you
You're thinking he once held you nice
But when he's in the mood...

(chorus)
He turns to fisticuffs - It's the only way he knows
It's always fisticuffs - When he's lovin' don't get too close
He turns to fisticuffs - Every time a mind gets in the way
It's always fisticuffs - A real macho way to play

By Sunday, he's leaving, you're alone again
Some makeup covers up the tears, but you're without a friend
You wish you had the strength to leave
He says he really needs you, but it's yourself you believe
And each time you walk out...

(chorus)
He turns to fisticuffs - Calling all your friends if your not home
It's always fisticuffs - He got loving eyes from the Twilight Zone
He turns to fisticuffs - Beating on the flower in your hair
It's always fisticuffs - He's saving all his strength to make you care

Then one day Spike comes along
Gentle smile, massive arms
He sees your boyfriend then it's...

(chorus)
^!(*##!@% - Making renovations to his face
You better just believe it in this case
It's simply fisticuffs - He needs a real doctor on the scene
(for the last time) Fisticuffs - It couldn't happen to one so mean.


Composer: Chris Breetveld
Publisher: Breet Music (BMI)

Yesterday's Clothes
(Woke Up on the Couch)

Please excuse me I beg your forgiveness
I just don't know what I did
Yesterday I was full of opinions this morning...

I can't seem to remember everything I said
It couldn't have been too important
But I sure acted like a jerk last night I knew it all
I was fine until this morning when I ...

Woke up on the couch with a pain in my neck
Still wearing yesterdays clothes
Smelling really bad and my head is throbbing
Knowing that I said some dumb things

You're not talking and you've got an expression
Like the cat dragged in something dead
I've got a feeling this is gonna be a really long day

It's coming back to me like pieces of an ugly puzzle
I can't quite fit together
But every snippet I half remember makes me cringe
Like that glare in your eyes
I was fine until this morning when I...

Woke up on the couch...


Composer: Chris Bolger
Publisher: Reglob Music (BMI)

Flowing Free

Friday night, a pretty girl was dancing right in front of me
Peasant-dress, paciulli oil,
Long brown hair that's flowing free, flowing free, flowing free

She asked me if I want to dance, I answered most reluctantly
Playing this guitar right now
But in a while I will be free, will be free, will be free

Freedom's just another word for nothing left
Nothing left to gain or lose
Having you for just one hour would be fine
Give us both more time to choose

Seasons change and dreams remain
Pretty girls come and go
Music still consumes my soul...
Rocks me gently to and fro, to and fro, to and fro

Got off easily trying to be free
Guess you found your way home
I've got a home myself, take my soul off the shelf
Use this freedom now to roam

Friday night, a pretty girl was dancing right in front of me
Peasant-dress, paciulli oil,
Long brown hair that's flowing free, flowing free, flowing free

Flowing free, flowing free, flowing free


Composer: Ray Longchamp
Publisher: Ray Longchamp Music (BMI)

The Missing Page

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach

My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now


Composer: Bob Dylan
Publisher: Special Rider Music / Warner Bros. Music a div. of Warner Bros. Inc. (ASCAP)

Sweet Cherry Wine

Come on everyone we gotta get together now
Oh yeah, love's the only thing that matters anyhow
And the beauty of life can only survive
If we love one another

Oh yeah, yesterday my friends were marching out to war
Oh yeah, listen now we ain't-a-marching anymore
No we ain't gonna fight
Only God has the right
To decide who's to live and die

And he gave us sweet cherry wine
So very fine
Drink it right down, pass it all around
So stimulating, so intoxicating
Sweet cherry wine
To open your mind
And everybody's gonna feel so fine
Drinking sweet cherry wine
Yes they will

Watch the mountain turn to dust and blow away...
Oh Lord, you know there's got to be a better way
And the old masquerade is a no soul parade
Marchin' through the ruins of time
To save us... He gave us...

Sweet cherry wine, so very fine
Drink it right down
Pass it all around
So stimulating, so intoxicating

Sweet cherry wine
To open your mind
Lord, everyboy's gonna feel so fine
Drinkin' sweet cherry wine

Yeah, Sweet cherry wine
So very fine
Drink it right down
Pass it all around
So stimulating, so intoxicating

Sweet cherry wine
Oooh-Oooh
C'mon, drink it with your brother
Trust in one another,
yeah, yeah... we need each other

Sweet cherry wine
Oooh-Oooh
Drink it right down
Pass it all around
People don't you know the cup is running over


Composers: Richard Grasso, Tommy James
Publisher: EMI Longtitude Music (BMI)

That Thing Yo Do

You, doin' that thing you do
Breaking my heart into a million pieces
Like you always do

And you, don't mean to be cruel
You never even knew about the heartache
I've been goin' through

Well I try and try to forget you girl
But it's just so hard to do
Every time you do that thing you do

And I, know all the games you play
And I'm gonna find a way to let you know that
You'll be mine someday

'Cause we, could be happy, can't you see
If you'd only let me be the one to hold you,
And keep you here with me

'Cause I try and try to forget you girl
But it's just so hard to do
Every time you do that thing you do

I don't ask a lot girl, but I know one thing's for sure
It's your love I haven't got girl
And I just can't take it anymore

Cause we, could be happy, can't you see
If you'd only let me be the one to hold you,
And keep you here with me

'Cause it hurts me so just to see you go
Around with someone new

And if I know you, you're doin' that thing
Every day, just doin' that thing
I can't take you doin' that thing you do!


Composer: Adam Schlesinger
Publisher: TCF Music Pub, Inc. / Universal-Polygram Intl. Music Inc. (ASCAP)

Blue Beetle

...It's a bar-tape!

...Sounds good to me!


Composers: Ben Asher, Ed Alstrom, Chris Bolger, Dennis Diken, David Frisch, Glenn M. Taylor
Publisher: OMJ Music