Back East

It's midnight and my nerves are jangled
Down the jetway at a Batman angle
They strap us into narrow seats
And feed us trays of runny eats
And jet our sorry asses back east

Back to the land of subway rails
Where oven summer heat prevails
People sweat on rooftop decks
The new arrivals curse and wreck
Their taxis in the traffic back east

In the west the weather's nice
And everybody has a car
All the people like themselves
Just the way they are

We're flyin' down the BQE
The driver breaks some laws for me
It's great to be in old New York
My baby called in sick to work
To spend the day with me back east

From the CD, "The Red Circle Line" by Carmen Borgia

It's Love, Boys

I gave my gal a cookie, she let me see her underwear
I touched her on her fuzzy thigh, she didn't really seem to care
I got into her t-shirt
I got into her bloomers
But what the people say are just a bunch of nasty rumors
Because it's love, boys,
This time it's really love, it's really love
Because it's love, boys, this time it's really love

Pretty Polly 2x4, she slipped right through my bedroom door
She switched off the TV and put her hand upon my shorts
She kissed me on the cheek
She whispered in my ear
She sent me up a creek and she took away my fear
Because it's love, boys,
This time it's really love, it's really love
Because it's love, boys, this time it's really love

Later in the boudoir I got into her lingerie
We spent the night together and all my worries slid away
I paid my girl a visit
I crept behind her mirror
I touched her rosy fingers and I slept beside her feet
I listened to her dreaming and I flew into her sleep
Fluttering of eyelids, dreaming all the time
Never let 'em tell you that getting close is such a crime
Because it's love, boys,
This time it's really love, it's really love
Because it's love, boys, this time it's really love

She Speaks To Me

You got to do and you got to see
You must come through and you’ve got to be
You got to save and you’ve got to sin
You get more out than what ya put in
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!

Some are born to dream and fly
Some are made to cheat and lie
While I struggle and while I try
She brought me to life and she makes me die
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!

And she say…
Zoob zaba sayay
Zoob zabah zooyah
Zoob zabah zayah zooyah,
Zoob zaba zayah zoob zabah zooyah
Zoob zaba zayah zooyah...

I debarked upon this place
I had a smile upon my face
Lately I’ve been on the ropes
And when I lose my stupid hopes
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!

You got to do and you got to see
You must come through and you’ve got to be
You got to save and you got to sin
You get more out than what ya put in
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!

And she say…
Zoob zaba zayay
Zoob zabah zooyah
Zoob zabah zayah zooyah,
Zoob zaba zayah zoob zabah zooyah
Zoob zaba zayah zooyah
Zooyah...

There's a Song I Can't Write

I dropped off the new CD for replication and have signed off on the artwork, so the manufacturing begins! I'll have a bunch in a few weeks, very good to move it along. In honor of the event, a set of lyrics from the upcoming release...

There's a Song I Can't Write

There's a song I can't write and I'm singing it now
Singing it now
Singing it now
There's a song I can't write and I'm singing it now
Anyhow

There's a lot I won't do but I'll do it with you
Do it with you
Do it with you
There's a lot I won't do but I'll do it with you
Anyhoo

There's a lot on my mind that I should leave behind
Places to go and stuff I don't know
There's a lot on my plate that'll never get ate
There's a lot to be found if I ever get round...

There's a song I can't sing and I'll write it one day
Write it one day
Write it one day
There's a song I can't sing and I'll write it one day
Hey, what do you say?
Hey, what do you say?

Brazilian Serenade

Can you bear the longing
Of a day that won't surrender
To the car alarms shrieking in the street?
Even though the night has come
And tomorrow's far away
And the day has nothing left to offer...
I'd empty out my pockets
If the batteries would die
And give us just an hour's worth of sleep
I'll surrender all my language
And strip down to the clay
Get out the booze, I'll sing you
A Brazilian serenade!
A Brazilian serenade.

Can you feel the pull
Of a moon that is full?
Can you feel that hound dog wail across the yard?
Every night the shadows come
And every night that dog goes on
Until the sunlight presses on our window.
If we could only keep that dog from barking for one night
I know that all our problems could be solved
I'll surrender all my language
And I'll strip down to the clay
Get out the booze, I'll sing you
A Brazilian serenade!
A Brazilian serenade.

Can you feel the desire
Of a body that's tired?
Can you hear the neighbors fighting in the street?
Every night the crying comes
Sobbing 'till the morning sun
And the sweet golden rays come shining through.
If we could only keep that couple happy for one night
I know that the world could be ours!
I'll surrender all my language
And I'll strip down to the clay
Get out the booze, I'll sing you
A Brazilian serenade!
A Brazilian serenade!
A Brazilian serenade!
A Brazilian serenade.