1. Breakfast Blues (for Beth and Me Too)

Music and Lyrics by John Paul Sharp

 

White trash girl

Was gettin' plenty rude

When she said, "Not mine

But Hers tastes real good."

Orchidaceous

She was with her vocabulary

Tell me now

What's a lady gotta' do

Let us count

All the money that we're makin'

Before we go ahead and lose our jobs again

 

Let it go, get it gone and give it up up up and lah-dee-da-dee-daow yeah

 

Been so hard

Servin' all that breakfast

Throw in the towel

And have a drink or two

The classless crowd

Is trying to forget us

Just tell us now

What's a lady gotta' to do

 

Sit back, relax

All the set ups are provided

We had our chance

And now the day is through

 

Gettin' drunk and tellin' tales and singing songs about the breakfast blues

For Beth and me too

 

Happy Hour Happy-Hap-Hap-Hour

Happy hashing of all that once was ours

And all the time they stole

And all the great control they had all over us

 

Should have known those drinks were strong

Should have known not to bring them all along

Should have seen the double trouble brewing in that buh-buh-bubbly bong

And now we're just engaging

the throng of toilet water

And gettin' rid of all that pain

 

Let it go, get it gone and give it up up up and lah-dee-da-dee-daow yeah

 

And all the plumbing is gone gone gone

Where the hell did it go?!

And why did it wait for us to get sick like this?!

Happy flushing I hope she cleaned her sheets before she went to bed that night

Hope she cleaned her sheets

Hope she cleaned her sheets, I think

 

Nothin' better

Than that Sunday morning drone

Do you think that

Beth and I can go on home

We did our best to clean up our messes

We did our best not to lose our jobs

Come on, Sommer!

Let us go home!

We deserve it!

2. Come Clean

Music and Lyrics by John Paul Sharp

 

You've got me putting on some Tori Amos tunes

And you haven't said a word

Just the slippery sound of silence

And the confession of the violence

Well, I put it all together

Except your point of view

But I possibly don't need it

Because I might be through with you

 

Come clean, come clean

Turn on the light Let's see, let's see

What you're really like

What you've always really wanted but you couldn’t ever say it could you?

You can't break me From where you/I stand

Unless, perhaps, You're not a friend

 

Come clean, come clean

Turn on the light Let's see, let's see

What you're really like

What you've always really wanted but you couldn’t ever say it could you?

You can't break me From where you/I stand

Unless, perhaps, You're not a friend

And you keep going on with no end in sight and you’re just like whispers in the night

 

You must be someone real important

To be keeping this charade

But I was already over it

Before the bed was made.

Now we reach the point of no return

crossroads of truth

Now we figure out if I am gonna see you as

a red or as a green or maybe a blue

 

Come clean, come clean

Turn on the light Let's see, let's see

What you're really like

What you've always really wanted but you couldn’t ever say it could you?

You can't break me From where you/I stand

Unless, perhaps, You're not a friend

 

And he said to him,

"You have beautiful eyes."

 

Come clean, come clean

Turn on the light Let's see, let's see

What you're really like

What you've always really wanted but you couldn’t ever say it could you?

You can't break me From where you/I stand

Unless, perhaps, You're not a friend

3. Dragoness

Music and Lyrics by John Paul Sharp

 

Do you believe

In mystic things?

In times of kings gone by?

Trees that cry?

Winds that sigh on a full moon's night?

 

In one past life

I could fly to the highest of highs in the sky

I could swim in the deepest of deep oceans

And in this light

I can only begin to describe what it's like

To be living the life of a dragoness

 

I used to be

So wild and free

I set the streets on fire

To inspire

Knights for hire in search of me and my scaly feet

 

In one past life

I could fly to the highest of highs in the sky

I could swim in the deepest of deep oceans

And in this light

I can only begin to describe what it's like

To be living the life of a dragoness

 

Lonely days and boring nights

I'd rather take a flight to far off lands

Like I used to in the good ole days when dragons were real

And you could touch and feel them … that was me …

 

In one past life

I could fly to the highest of highs in the sky

I could swim in the deepest of deep oceans

And in this light

I can only begin to describe what it's like

To be living the life of a dragoness

4. Go Back to Africa

Music and Lyrics by John Paul Sharp

 

As a white man in a white man’s world,

I’ve enjoyed a life of privilege.

As a gay man in a straight man’s world,

I know all about the sacrilege of

being me and all the things that being me means.

I don’t see just how a brother can stand it!

But we just try to get through our daily lives

And we do the best we can just to withstand it.

 

One day, I met the most beautiful black man.

His skin was deliciously like the color of

de Nile’s black sand.

 

Started dating and it went from there,

To a point when I became impelled

To share the news with all of my friends;

Spread the word to all about my brand new man!

Then I told this guy I work with --

I should have known

That his ole bitch ass wasn’t worth it!

And when I told him he got all worked up

The shit began to fall from there on

 

And he said,

“You go back to Africa.

Once you go black,

We don’t want you back!

And now you’re just like trash,

Like the rest of them -

Those you-know-whats -

Those n-i-g-g-e-r-s‘es!”

 

And he said,

“You go back to Africa.

Once you go black,

We don’t want you back!

And now you’re just like trash,

Like the rest of them -

Those you-know-whats -

Those n-i-g-g-e-r-s-‘es!”

 

Hay-o, comma comma come hay-o

Whatcha’ gonna’ do, Whatcha’ gonna’ do

 

My face fell off - I didn’t know what to say.

I just didn’t understand it.

So I turned my head and I walked de other way

And I didn’t reprimand him

For being who he was and all de things he said.

I walked off and I started getting mad instead.

Homogeneous bastards all around me all de time!

Homogeneous bastards all-around me all de time!

 

I thought “My man is beautiful and black!

His soul contains all the things I thought I lacked!”

 

After steaming and thinking it thin,

Couldn’t let my feelings get away from him.

I returned and I waited until

His attention was mine.

I waited it out to speak at just the right time

 

He asked me what I want.

“Little black-lovin’ punk!

What is it now?” he said.

“Who’s sleeping in your bed this time?”

 

So I said,

“You go back to where ever it is --

Whatever place that taught you that terrible shit!

But before you go back, I ask that you

Go ahead and kiss my little, black-lovin’ white ass

… fuck you!

‘Cause if they all went back to Africa

We’d have no songs, no soul,

no dancing like we have.

We’ve got more couth and class

Than you’ll ever amass!

So you just watch my back as I pass you by!”

 

Hay-o, comma comma come hay-o

Whatcha’ gonna’ do, Whatcha’ gonna’ do

5. Highway Roadrage

Music by John Paul Sharp

6. Iz U Haught F'Me

Music by John Paul Sharp and Paul Michael Escalante

Vocals and Lyrics by John Paul Sharp

 

Well it seems to me that you be knocking

What with all the shit you're talking

You think you got it Mix and Matchin

But I see that itch your scratchin

 

Iz you haught f'me

Iz you haught

Iz you haught f'me

What you got

 

You be so sly, you be so high

You gonna be the one I take with me tonight

We're gonna dance so I can grab your ass

to the right to the left to the right to the left

 

Iz you haught f'me

Iz you haught

Iz you haught f'me

What you got

 

Now you're just acting like a crazy old cat

 

You feel the heat in me

the heat that makes you sweat

So I gotta get it goin on so we get undressed tonight.

Do you think that would be alright?

 

Iz you haught f'me

Iz you haught

Iz you haught f'me

What you got

 

the dance don't stop and we won't stop until the clock say 2

We got more drinks to drink and cheek to cheek a humpety-doo-dah

But don't drink fast cuzz I want you to last

I want you in my crib and flat on your back

 

Iz you haught f'me

Iz you haught

Iz you haught f'me

What you got

 

7. Long, Deserved Peace

Music by John Paul Sharp

Vocals by Paul Michael Escalante, Jeffrey Alan Bennett, and John Paul Sharp

8. On Second Thought (I Better Not)

Music and Lyrics by John Paul Sharp

 

If I could see me when

I just begin to make my mind up

Maybe I could stop myself

But then again I always wind up

Making mountains out of making mountains out of mole hills

Making mountains from on high

Way up in my palace in the sky.

Like a God

 

Take a seat and watch

Me ruin a perfectly good friendship

Just by shutting off

And harboring a paranoid perspective

Manifestations are practically my best friends

I see no easy resolution

Other than an over the top confrontation

 

You’d think I had it coming

You’d think it not-so-funny

I think that I forgot

On Second Thought, I better not

On Second Thought, I better trot

Ooooh,

On Second Thought, I better not

I like to play the victim

I like to think I’m bitchin’

I think that I forgot

On Second Thought, I better not

On Second Thought, I better not

Ooooh,

On Second Thought, I better not

 

Can you feel the wrath

I’m getting back for no reason

By tomorrow night

I’ll see the light and feel sick to my stomach

I’ll have screwed it up again

I’ll have lost another friend

And I will do all that I can

to keep moving and try to remember

 

You’d think I had it coming

You’d think it not-so-funny

I think that I forgot

On Second Thought, I better not

On Second Thought, I better trot

Ooooh,

On Second Thought, I better not

I like to play the victim

I like to think I’m bitchin’

I think that I forgot

On Second Thought, I better not

On Second Thought, I better not

Ooooh,

On Second Thought, I better not

9. Sensitivity is a Disability

Music and Lyrics by John Paul Sharp

 

I want you to know that I

I'm ready to go

'cause this old world is gettin' to me

sensitivity seems to be a disability (ha ha ha)

 

I don't understand why you think that
I should close my eyes

ignore the weight of the worrisome land

I don't understand

for that's the day that I die (bu-bu-bye, my friend)

 

you think that I'll lose my mind but
I prefer to unearth my view

keep chewin' your carbamazapine

I'll just be quietly screaming

finding places to hide

places in another time

and so, until I get it right (la-la-la)

 

don't be surprised

everything will be just fine

I'm off to Heaven's Gate

and please don't cry

everything will be just fine

I'm off to Heaven's Gate

10.  Straight to Your House

Music and Lyrics by John Paul Sharp

 

I sure could use a break

I’ve had about as much as I can take

And I’d give anything

To see you again

Yes, I’d do anything

‘Cause I’m your number one fan

It’s you I want to apprehend

Until the end of the line

 

If you come back to me

I promise

I won’t just throw it away

I’ll give it all that I got

For just one more shot

I got a ticket to a train that goes straight to your house

 

Ten thousand times I’ve gone and died

Since I reached out and you replied

I know you don’t know me

Like I now know you

With all that you’ve shown to be

Now I know what I want to do

Calm, collected and cool,

I’m on the hunt for you

 

If you come back to me

I promise

I won’t just throw it away

I’ll give it all that I got

For just one more shot

I got a ticket to a train that goes straight to your house

 

To your house, yeah, yeah, To your house

 

If you come back to me

I promise

I won’t just throw it away

I’ll give it all that I got

For just one more shot

I got a ticket to a train that goes straight to your house

11. The Trouble with Me

Music and Lyrics by John Paul Sharp

 

If you could stay awhile with me

I'd appreciate it

'Cause I've been feeling kinda' down

 

The trouble with me, you see,

Is that all the time I spent alone

I spent it thinking that no one would ever love me

 

And the trouble with that is clearly

that I nearly can't relax or get the feeling that I may be loved so true

what to do

 

I'm so afraid of all the pain

I don't think I can bare it

I'm so afraid that you're just fake

 

The trouble with me, you see,

Is that all the time I spent alone

I spent it thinking that no one would ever love me

 

For now, I'll just close my eyes

Hold your hand in mine

And hope for the best

You can't ask for much more than that

You can't ask for much more than that

 

When things are getting really good

I just want to forget it

And move on with my lonely life

 

The trouble with me, you see,

Is that all the time I spent alone

I spent it thinking that no one would ever love me

 

This is the last and final time

That I'm gonna' say it

I think I'm falling for a guy

12. What God Intended

Music and Lyrics by John Paul Sharp

 

I was chillin’ in my little haze,

then this lady went and then she came

and she said, "What ya’ doin' in that little nook?

Whatcha’ doin' with that little book?"

and I said “Gettin' fucked up on philosophy.

I’m gonna' figure out the mystery,

the magical form

of mind over matter,

where nothing really happens anymore.”

 

And she said, "You don't need a book to give you that

and I'm as sure of that as sure as I shat this morning.

Let us break the wind and try to relax!

Don't give in to all those high class acts and notions!

What you want is how you get your kicks.

Without your kicks your life ain't worth a shit

and we, as humans, are allowed to heal,

and we were born to touch and feel.”

 

So then she kissed my face; made it tickle.

I felt so out of place; in a pickle.

"This is what God intended -

gave us wounds so we would tend them."

That's what she said and then she belched.

 

(Whew! I mean - Ugh!)

 

6 a.m. alarm is ringing at last.

Time I spent to dream I spent too fast, my friend.

I realize the time and get my ass in gear and

figure out a way to pass the test.

My old thinking might have gotten the best - yes -

my old Dream King might have gotten the best of

me and Mary,

Mary and I …

… but I'm not like this all the time.

13. Zephyr

Music and Lyrics by John Paul Sharp

 

Word out on the street is

Goodbye

Today is

Better than tomorrow

Goodbye

I'll see ya

Some other time

Perhaps when summer's gone

I'll be back with bells

 

On, On with the show

You know

We've tried to

Climb out of these windows

Before

The sun is setting so low

The Zephyr blows and blows

Calling me to the

 

Western horizon

Goodbye

It sounds like

La, la, la dee dah

Goodbye

The light will fade once again

Perhaps when summer's gone

I'll be there with bells

 

On la, la dee dah

Hmmmm

La, la, dee, dah

Hmmmm