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She Gets Loud
I saw her in a bar where we were drinkin'
In a couple minutes without thinkin'
We introduced each other with our tongues
She said I'd better follow her to her place
When I got there she was rounding third base
and giving me the signal to slide home
She moaned ...oh, oh, oh, oh
Like a dirty blonde volcano about to blow
She gets loud / She gets loud
'n' she's all the more excited to draw a crowd
We do each other sexual favors
When I'm down she always wakes the neighbors
Everybody knows she’s havin’ fun
In bed, it's really hard for me to stay calm
Because this girl is sexual napalm
It builds to a crescendo, then it's done
But wait... What do I hear?
The silence is so deafening, it's clear
When she gets loud / She gets loud
and that's the only reason I'm around
I finally had to tell her we were over
She interrupted me before I told her
"Going on like this is just insane"
We kissed to show there were no hard feelings
She laid down, staring at the ceiling
Said "We should go out with a BANG !"
She gets loud / She gets loud
'n' she don't care who's listenin'
'n' I don't care who listens when
She gets loud
She gets loud
I don't really know what happens now
© Charlie Recksieck / Spud Davenport
leadersintheclubhouse.com
spud@spuddavenport.com / charlie@plannedscape.net
Diary
She wasn't a bit shy, I kinda like that
She told me 'bout the other guy
and she told me 'bout her cat
She asked where I've been, where I'm at, where I wanna go
I said "I don't keep a Diary,
so I don't know!"
I don't know
She played the Accordion poorly I'd say
She told me she rates all her men
'n' that I was ...OK
So what was the reason I up 'n'
walked away?
Well, I don't keep a Diary
so I couldn't say I can't say
I've been lookin' at Planets
Somewhere else I can live
Where some stupid shit happens
but they forget 'n' forgive
Me, I forget easy,
that's why I don't end it all
see, I don't keep a Diary
so I can't recall I can't recall!
Did she leave me last week?
Or was it a year ago?
well, I don't keep a Diary
so I don't know
I don't know!
© Spud Davenport
spud@spuddavenport.com
LawnChairs
I sit and watch my neighbors stock their basements full of food
Ten pound bags of rice & flashlights show an attitude
Some are runnin' out-of-town, others pray to be rescued
But I'm OK
I just see things a different way
It could be Doomsday but I won't care
You'll find me sitting there
In my LawnChair
Strong prayers
Won't help ya now, we're all on the same ground
LawnChairs
For you & me
On Air
TV Clowns are sayin' Get Outta Town!
LawnChairs
are all I need
If you go, how would you know if your odds will improve?
What's the point of getting onto roads that will not move?
If you thought they had a shot, well, you should go there too
but I'm OK
I just see things a different way
It could be Doomsday 'n' I won't care
You'll find me sitting there
In my LawnChair
(chorus)
They interrupt my program for an "Emergency Broadcast"
If this is not "Just a Test", we'll know soon if we passed
But if this is it, there's books to read, and "Time enough at last”..!!
yea, I'm OK
I just see things a different way...
© Spud Davenport / Charlie Recksieck
leadersintheclubhouse.com
spud@spuddavenport.com
charlie@plannedscape.net
Hot Black Cast Iron Stove
Walkin' home from work one day at
Hollywood 'n' Vine
I came upon this Homeless guy, he was lookin' like Frankenstein
He had hand-me-down-down clothes 'n'
duct-taped cardboard shoes
I was desperate for answers
I thought maybe he had some clues
'bout what's this thing called life that I can't figure out?
Tell me, Tell me Frankenstein
What's it all about?
'n' he said
"Hot Black Cast Iron Stove"
Well, I didn't know what to think
He's crazy as they get
I was lookin' out for White Coats swingin' their butterfly nets
But Frankie seemed content
He had a big smile on his face
On this busy L.A. sidewalk it was me who felt outta place
So, could it be that simple?
Is it all a state of mind?
Come on, Frankie, Frankie now
Tell me one more time...
"Hot Black Cast Iron Stove"
"San Juan Capistrano / San Juan
San Juan Capistrano"
'Next day I was on my way
Back to my dead-end job
Deep in debt, hatin' life, 'n' feelin' like a slob
But there he was, my new friend,
in his duct-taped cardboard shoes
Smilin', laughin' to himself like he's never heard bad news
Well, could it be that simple?
Is it all a state of mind?
Come on, Frankie, Frankie now
Tell me one more time!
"Hot Black Cast Iron Stove"
© Spud Davenport
Trophies
They used to be all shimmering
Until the dust got to 'em
Those high hopes were glimmering
Before reality said “screw ‘em"
Decorations meant so much
for all you put into 'em
And that should never change!
You don't get a Trophy - just for showin' up
You don't get a Trophy - cuz Mom loves you so much
You don't get a Trophy...
Hey Kids!
Thank you for your participation
Even though you really didn't work
Now line up for the celebration
Grab your award 'n' some dessert!
Everyday's like your birthday
You have your cake 'n' eat it too
Everyone applauds when you blow out the candles
But will that wish come true?
You don't need a Trophy - collecting dust in a pile
You don't need a Trophy - to prove your life's worthwhile
You don't need a Trophy
Hey Guys!
How was your graduation?
I heard diplomas cost a lot
Now it's a wall decoration
'n' still can't get you a job
Whatever life hands to ya
We're always wanting more, more, more
You don't really need a penthouse, do ya?
There's nothing wrong with living on the first floor
The Hero stays out of the spotlight
Going on only what he feels is right
It's his game / we may not know his name
And who will ever mention him?
The Hero fades into shadows
So invisible no one would know
He's so brave / How many has he saved?
Ooooo, he's truly a legend
You don't need a Trophy
You don't need a Trophy - just for showing up
You don't need a Trophy - cuz Mom loves you so much
You don't need a Trophy, no no no
© Spud Davenport / Charlie Recksieck
leadersintheclubhouse.com
spud@spuddavenport.com / charlie@plannedscape.net
Senseless Act of Kindness
A senseless act of kindness
'bout knocked me to the floor
Somebody's acting civilized
I can't remember seein' that before
And I'm wonderin' what's wrong with the world
It's in such a mess
When I see a senseless act of kindness
Now I'm drivin' in a freak show
Nobody's givin' me the finger
There's a blinker tellin' me "GO"
But distrust can really linger
When I see a senseless act of kindness
Kindness
Is such a silly word
I think mindless is a better term
Helpless
are those in need of help
Hey Selfless!
Why dontcha help yourself?
Goodwill
is just a write-off
You still gotta chew what you bite off
Blindness
won't help you survive
Kindness
won't keep you alive
Another senseless act of kindness
'bout knocked me off my feet
I saw a monochrome Boy Scout
help an old lady cross the street
An' I'm wonderin' what's wrong with the world
I feel so powerless
When I see a senseless act of kindness
Oh No!
Not another senseless act of kindness!
© Spud Davenport
spud@spuddavenport.com
Awkward Town
We're on the sidelines at the parade
Forever the blushing bridesmaid
We're here in an Awkward Town
We're in an Awkward Town
No one's gonna give us kudos
We're an earthbound planet Pluto
Here in this Awkward Town
Always invited but never the Host
We're a big island stuck to the Coast
We're living in an Awkward Town
Some people feel like they've got a shot
or they're a Ferrari in a Used Car lot
Such an Awkward Town
Spinnin' wheels in an Awkward Town
You're a big fish in a medium pond
While you're swimming 'round, life goes on
You're stuck in an Awkward Town
Always invited but never the host
We're a big island stuck to the Coast
We're living in an Awkward Town
You could go anyplace in the world
Do you really need a zoo, the weather or the beer?
I wanna know, was it a boy or a girl
Why'd you end up here?
Always invited but never the Host
We're a big island stuck to the Coast
We're living in an Awkward Town
I'm the neighbor you never see
A transplant from the big city
I moved to an Awkward Town
While I'm throwing stones at you
Understand that I live here too
Here in this Awkward Town
in this Awkward Town...
© Spud Davenport / Charlie Recksieck
leadersintheclubhouse.com
spud@spuddavenport.com
charlie@plannedscape.net
Hater
Maybe you don't like the Beatles
Maybe you don't like the Stones
Maybe you don't worry too much about livin' all alone
Maybe you don't like Da Vinci
Maybe you don't like Monet
But if you said you liked me, well, that'd make it all OK
'cuz I don't give a Shit if you hate everything
These days there's so much mediocrity
I don't give a Crap if you hate everything
just as long as you don't hate me
Maybe you don't like the Home Team
Maybe you don't like Baseball
Maybe you don't care for two big hands to catch you when you fall
Maybe you don't like most people
Maybe you don't like your folks
If you're not big on laughin', well, I'm serious when I joke, that
I don't give a Shit if you hate everything
Everyday we see alotta stupidity
I don't give a Rats if you hate everything
just as long as you don't hate me
I don't give a Damn
No, I don't give a Crap
I don't give a Rats
I don't give a Shit if you hate everything
I agree there's whole alotta mediocrity
I don't give a Crap if you hate everything
just as long as you don't hate me
just as long as you don't hate me
yea, just as long as you don't hate me
Maybe you don't like the Beatles
Maybe you don't like the Stones