"What's money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do." ...Bob Dylan

Turn around
Don't hit the ground
Faster, faster
Like your master
Spin the bottle
Hit the throttle
Money talks
And then you walk
You get well paid
You've made the grade


Jack was a jock, who bought and sold stock,
In fact, a real self-starter.
Standing in the path of a hurricane's wrath,
He would wheel and deal and barter

Around and around the wheels did pound,
Said Jack, "I'm going somewhere.
I've got no time to ease my mind.
Money is all I need
To plant my lifestyle seed."

The years would pass and Jack did amass,
A fortune clearly stable.
He took time off and started to cough,
His body was not able.

With body old,
He turned to gold,
His pleasure freely bought.
He paid and paid, then began to fade.
But peace of mind was not,
Something he was taught.

Jack died, we cried,
In came the tide.
We called him good and kind.
He left his riches in the ditches.
Life he could not find.
His dreams were left behind.

Turn around
Don't hit the ground
Faster, faster
Like your master
Spin the bottle
Hit the throttle
It's too late
You've met your fate
Too late to find
What's in your mind

You're done!

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Smash Up Derby

The world needs to find peace and freedom from propaganda, greedy men and fear mongers. When will we learn that the pen is mightier than the sword?

I've seen those pictures of skin and bones babies,
Who never got a mouthful of more than just maybes.
Never had a tummy full of Gerber's or Heinz,
Living's kind of tough behind the enemy lines.

Warthog flying low half a mile ahead,
Shooting bullets at the road and a hundred more are dead.
Crash, bang, smash 'em up save the U.S.A.
Back in Carolina it's smash up derby day.

Kill a Chevrolet.

I've read about really bad people doing fine,
Selling drugs and guns and they would kill you for a line.
Rich men grabbing more money all the time,
Watching people on the street getting by without a dime.

Rapper man flying high fifty yards ahead
Shooting bullets at a Caddie and another man is dead.
Crash, bang, smash 'em up, violence and crime
Back in Carolina it's smash up derby time.

Kill them in their prime.

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Breakfast in the garden,
A very nice surprise.
A wonderful illusion
Created for your eyes.

You sit beside a lover
The choice was yours to make.
A man can only ask you
To give what he can't take.

A kiss, an embrace, a whisper,
The world out of your mind.
No need to be careful,
The clouds are silver lined.

Searching for an answer
Driving in your car.
The road is getting shorter
To find out who you are.

A passionate girl
Who wants to be
In her own space and time,
It's your destiny.
An intelligent girl
Who wants to see,

Herself....just herself.

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I See a Man

Some people call you a dreamer by trade
An optimistic fool who never made the grade.
You see a future that rust will not fade
Time cannot destroy and lies will never jade.

All around you there are apathetic eyes
Driving through the day in mega super-size.
Never free, their faces smile in disguise
Always wanting more -- nothing satisfies.

Imagine war as a word no one knows
Truth is the only thing that anybody owes.
There are no smokestacks all standing in rows
A greedy man only reaps what he sows.

Some people call you a dreamer by trade
An optimistic fool who never made the grade.
I see an honest man who earns what he gets paid
Believes in what is right and will not be afraid.

I See a Man

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Snowbird Surfer    

 (1) He drove down from Indiana,
Where the snow was piled up to his door
He followed all the signs to Ron Jon's,
Took a picture and went in the store 

He tried on a Speedo ball bagger,
But the girls said "That's not for you."
So he bought some board shorts and a T-shirt,
Some cool shades and a boogie board too 

CHORUS

Warm sunny days are here at last
Ice scrapers and boots are in the past
A beach towel and flip flops are all he needs

To be a snowbird surfer
Crashin' right into the Pier
A snowbird surfer
 With a cooler full of ice cold beer 

(2) He took it real slow and easy,
And tried not to look like a fool
But bikini girls kept on walking by,
And all he wanted was just to be cool 

So he got on his board and flipped over,
Then he ran right into a shark
But the bull let go when he tasted like snow,
And ate his ticket to a Disney World park. 

CHORUS 

BRIDGE

Well his boogie board days were numbered,
When the ambulance took him away
Now he's got a first class hospital room,
For three thousand dollars a day 

He was a snowbird surfer
Headed on down to the Pier
A snowbird surfer
 With a cooler full of ice cold beer 

Did you ever notice?
Bikini girls smell like coconuts.

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Friday Night on the Beach

Working hard to entertain, my fingers fly across the frets.
I look around to see who stares, into the soul of no regrets.
Table number one is here, to have some fun and watch us play.
The dancing girls are on the floor, intoxicated lone wolves prey.

CHORUS 

Run the red line tonight
On the sand in the moonlight
The fire that burns soft and low
Every day of the week starts to glow
When you come out to the club
Kick your shoes off --- let's go!

BRIDGE

I love that ocean breeze, coconut palm trees,
Captain Morgan in the Keys

A barbershop quartet walks in, surprising us with serenades.
Red sparkle vests had classic style, in perfect pitch the last song fades.
Back on stage the break is done, the tempo changes midnight comes.
On Cocoa Beach the ocean roars, reminding us we're all beach bums.

CHORUS   BRIDGE

The girls from hell with rebel yells were shooting pool and made a pass.
"Hey man you guys were really great! We loved the songs you kicked some ass!"
One more beer a pizza slice, then time to pack it up and go.
The music will not fade away, Saturday night it's another show.

CHORUS   BRIDGE

Some People Love

Good planets are hard to find, so let's make the best of this one and make more love and less war.

Some people love
And some people hate.
Some people rage
And others just wait. 

I want you to love me
Like nobody can.
Color my rainbow
And cover your man. 

Dying is easy
Living is tough.
Time can be wasted
There's never enough. 

If I make you laugh
You won't have to cry.
Just you and me baby
Until we both die.

Old can be young
And young can be old.
Men can be bought
And sex can be sold. 

But just making love
Is a natural high.
Give me your body
Come fly in the sky.

Some people love
And some people hate.
Right now I don't care
Because I feel great.

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Cold Bloody Days

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POEMS

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