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KISSES IN THE WIND
Blowing kisses in the wind
Goodbye to family of friends
I'm heading north out of LA
darlin' headed up your way
Driving north out of LA
on that 405 highway
Hit the 5 and start to jive with
the preachers and the country radio
Well the wind is warm
I was feeling sort of torn
between my mere existence in LA
And my lover
by the San Francisco Bay
Through the desert through the hills
The endless fields so deathly still
A constant roar, a truck rolls by
Hey there's a cop
Don't want to catch his eye
Ooh better not catch his eye
Sure it's going to be nice
Put some champagne on ice
darlin', I'll see you soon
so don't you fret, it's going to be fine
maybe some fine French wine darlin'
I'm coming to see you real soon
TIME
There are times I feel little for
the good times as it seems
There are times
ahh the loneliness sets in
There are times you were sitting here
some light years away
A bank full of memories time
A beautiful storm cloud
Drift away from me
Fondest of memories you
Audacity tenacity we are who we are
By order of our nemesis time
There are times when you talk to me
you say nothing at all
Times that you listen lies in your eyes
Times I long to see you
don't see you at all
All we have is little time
Your magic you graced me with
for all those years
Your spell may finally leave me now
Hold on to special memories
Enhance your feast of life
All we have is little time
HER GAME
Another night streets of Hollywood
Her body language well understood
Her pretty hair flows back in ties
Cheap jewelry and shades
are her only disguise
Another want-to-be movie star
Somebody's baby wanted to go far
Another teenage ambitious start
Just another young
Hollywood shattered heart
She'll take you over hills and valleys
lies and skies and stars to ties
Ohh Hollywood
Just a game as far as she can tell
Just a game she plays so well
Ohh don't you know it's just her game
Lies and ties a compromise
Stars and skies she used to ride
Ohh she's back in Hollywood
A Hollywood moon another cheap motel
Playing lovers in their private hell
She says the right things turns out the light
And makes everything alright
It's the way she moves with her fancy grooves
As she gently smiles your name
With the lies in her eyes
She can darken skies
But she's always got Hollywood to blame
DRIFTING MOMENTS
He's feeling fairly sinister
maybe his life is sort of bland
He'd like distance on the wild side
draw his mark upon the sand
He's doing battle with the bottle
ahh, who knows who's going to lose
Battle scarred and sorry he survives
He's been deprived of all of his
creative abilities of the physical type
if you know what I mean
Cries of filtered loneliness
Those agonizing drifting moments of time
Maybe it's a dream
Living in an old rock'n roll poster
Maybe you should scream
Drifting moments sometimes
seem to last forever
If he had been a millionaire
lived a life of riches and serenity
Never worked a bloody day in his life
Just take care of one’s identity
The morning comes he wakes up
and he's feeling oh so bad
If only he could remember
what a good time he had
He's got a date with a snake
a close cousin of the late
doing business on another part of town
The music talks the lies will walk
But the truth will never
ever ever let you down
I'm sorry I missed your call my love
Clearly my mistake
I was afraid it was one of those demons
I do business with in LA
The sun the fun the way we run
ourselves into the ground
A constant beat hard on your feet
and to your ears a deafening sound
It's an absurd day in our history
When your mouth can't hook up with your mind
Get your big ass out of there
Look out for your own behind
OUR MUSIC AND OUR ARTS
It's here we solve our problems
It's in our music and our arts
We tried the terror and to rob them
It's in our music and our arts my Countrymen
It's in our music and our arts
Well we bombed our own and all the others
We scared them half out of their wits
We can turn it round maybe work together
It's in our music and our arts my Countrymen
It's in our music and our arts
Well you're doing yourself no favors neighbor
Hanging on to what never can be yours
We saw the light one dreary evening
While suffering the agony of your grasp
My neighbors
While suffering the agony of your grasp
There's many a year has past since then
A lot of water under our bridges
The tactics failed
Let's talk or some bloody thing
It's in our music and our arts my Countrymen
It's in our music and our arts
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MISS SUSAN
Dear Miss Susan, dear Miss Susan
I've got a letter to write to Miss Susan
Seems a lot of her love, she's been abusing
Ohh she cried out in vain
She nearly drove me insane
But she cried and she cried
and she cried all day
She cried and she sighed
and she emotionally died away
Dear Miss Susan, dear Miss Susan
Bearing scars of life
from an emotional knife, Miss Susan
A porcupine's heart
not right from the start, Miss Susan
A love should never have been
an ending way too obscene
Words that were said
that were meant to be heard, Miss Susan
Your tactical force
will draw its own course, Miss Susan
Anybody can tell that you're under a spell
FINE BEHIND
(Comment on the song, 'Fine Behind' - "He's still an old pervert," Jerry's ex-wife)
A broken down old fart
With a great big heart
May be interested to find
Some nice old tart
with a little bit of smarts
But she must have a fine behind
She's gotta love my old dog, me next
She's gotta love my ways, mean it
She's gotta tell herself so, believe it
And occasionally tell me
Well it would appear life's bends
are getting harder to mend
At this point I may not mind
If I got myself a wife
I might live a better life
But she's gotta have a fine behind
This pain within today
Will one day go away
If and when this old and lonely heart
may find
A fine lady in my life
to share some of my strife
But she must have a fine behind
There's something to what they say
about a rumble in the hay
A different girl everyday
well some of them are OK
Those old nights
are getting long and lonely
It's a very gory story
LONG DISTANCE FELINE
Well it's a strange old situation
All my nights are spent alone
Soon I'll need a reservation
To talk to you on the phone
My feeling for you never faltered
You know I've loved you all along
Your heart and feelings
are a mystery to me my darlin'
You turn it off, you turn it on
All I ask is meet me halfway
If a spark of warmth
survives within your heart
Just a call would make some headway
Stop stringing me along
I'm sick and tired of writing love songs
The subject's you mon cheri
We haven't even talked in so damn long
I'm torn apart emotionally
We could move to Arizona
I'll find a place for us to stay
But if you won't commit to that
my little feline
Keep to the alleys of LA
Still in the alleys of LA
Keep your skinny ass in LA
My little French feline
INDEPENDENT FOOL
He's a fairly independent sort of fool
He didn't really do that well at rules
He played a little sports, hit the bars
Chased the chicks, played guitar
I think he thought he was fairly cool
But he's always harbored a passion
A deep burning desire
For the evening hours
when the sun goes down
A secret love he did acquire
For the night time
comes rolling round again
The moonlight calls
the streetlights dance
He's gotta get out, find sweet romance
Until the morning comes
Then he starts all over again
He didn't really do that well at home
So he had to go, he had a lot to learn
Spent a lot of money, did a lot of drugs
Hanging round in bars and clubs
Chasing women and fine fine wine
But a ball was to be had by all
The nights just seem to get longer
It's the nighttime
Comes flying by again
Well the girls are out
and the bands are rocking
There's a buzz in the air
Opportunity's knocking
Come out and dance
And talk to me a while
We must enjoy our little visit here
As visiting hours will soon be over
Before you know you'll be looking at a lid
With a full time job pushing up clover
I heard him talk about a girl named Ellie
I think her last name
might have been Phant
Athena the screamer
sweet Mary with her beemer
All thieves of hearts
Princesses all without a penny
talk about them, oh so many
You talk about your problems
Ooh it's the right time again
Jump in your car find a big cloud
Right at the rainbow drive until dawn
Burn some rubber
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