Drunken Cowboy © 2018, Brent George, Stephanie Rearick Git along Git along Git along Git along Git along Git along Git along Git along little doggie Git along little drunken cowboy Git along to the here and now boy Git along Git along Git along Git along Git along Git along Git along now Git along with the gals at the powwow Git along with the little bitty cow town Give it up Give it up little drunken cowboy Give it up for the here and now boy Give it up Give it up for the gals at the powwow Give it up for the little bitty cow town Give it up little drunken cowboy Give it up for the here and now boy Give it up for the horse in the stable Give it up for a seat at the table Give it up for the gals at the powwow Give it up for the little bitty cow town Give it up with the whip and buggy Give it up with the lord above me Give it up Give it up Give it up Give it up Give it up Give it up Give it out now Give it up for the gals at the powwow Give it up for the little bitty cow town Give it up Give it up Give it up Give it up Give it up Give it up Live it down now Give it up with the whip and buggy Give it up with the lord above me Git on up Git on up little drunken cowboy Git on up to the here and now boy Git on up Git on up to the horse in the stable Git on up to a seat at the table Git on up little drunken cowboy Git on up in the here and now boy Git on up for the gals at the powwow Git on up for the little bitty cow town Git on up for the gals at the powwow Git on up for the little bitty cow town Git on up on a horse in the stable Git on up on a seat at the table Git on up Git on up Git on up Git on up Git on up Git on up Git on out now Git on out for the gals at the powwow Git on out of the little bitty cow town Git on up Git on up Git on up Git on up Git on up Git on up Go on down now Go on down with the whip and buggy Go on down with the lord above me Git on up Git on up to a horse in the stable Git on up to a seat at the table Give it up Give it up for the gals at the powwow Give it up for the little bitty cow town Git along back to top
Ascending Like Flies © 2018, Brent George, Stephanie Rearick Once upon a time in a land very foreign and far away They jumped to the left and they leapt to the right and they shot through the air but they had no aim and we were squirming like worms ascending like flies I remember going down this way Defeating the goons defending the prize feeling it was only yesterday like tomorrow, still a day away When we'd had our fun and the last partygoers had run away we hopped to the left and we swayed to the right and we drank to the winning of our last game and we were holding our ears and shading our eyes I remember going down this way the salt in our earth the stars in our skies feeling it was only yesterday like tomorrow, still a day away When all is said and done and the last storyteller has gone astray we look to the left and we search to the right and we find we been squandering our good name and we were bating our breath a clever disguise hiding our smile, averting our eyes and when we have our fun and the lost ones party the night away we are holding our ears and we're shading our eyes and we're bating our breath for a happy surprise when all is said and done and the last ones study the heart this way we're the story to tell and the game that we play and we're totally bare and we have no shame and we were the salt of the earth, the stars in the skies squirming like worms, ascending like flies back to top
Something About History © 2016, Brent George, Stephanie Rearick I couldn't answer to you could only answer to something about history something of biology I gotta hand it to you could hold a candle to something with more mystery needing no apology something that I wanna be I've got a thing for you now I'm gonna blow your house down where I wanna be down no apology I've got it out for you now I'm gonna blow your house down down down down down It's like a movie to you just like the one where you rewrite your history forswear biology You're on the screen up there too and when you act it you're something with more mystery needing no apology something that I wanna be I've got a thing for you now I'm gonna blow your house down where I wanna be down no apology I've got it out for you now I'm gonna blow your house down down down down down I made a present for you a little book that says something about history something of biology You have a page in there too and in the picture you're something with more mystery needing no apology something that I wanna be now, now now I've got a thing for you now I'm gonna blow your house down where I wanna be down no apology (down down down down down) I've got it out for you now I'm gonna blow your house down down down down down I've got a thing for you now I'm gonna blow your house down where I wanna be down no apology (down down down down down) I've got it out for you now I'm gonna blow your house down down down down down back to top
Hot Potato Sweet Potato © 2016, Brent George, Stephanie Rearick Hot potato sweet potato 3 potato 4 Nice potato mean potato clean potato whore If you wanna mash potato go and shut the door If you wanna stay a new potato leave em wanting more There's something about you, darling that makes me dream in broad daylight there's something about your eyes and the sugar in your body that makes me wanna dance it through the night through the night back to top
Pictures of Everything © 2016, Brent George, Stephanie Rearick You're singing in the shower like the fool you used to be Back when your little head was full of curiosity When you ever coming home it's just a game of wait and see when you ever gonna own the surly surreality that's that's your reality It's in the way you think The only way to see Pictures of everything They made you one of each you want em to, you know it Your mind is racing faster than a rollercoaster But if you win this game you get a brand new toaster And should you ever wonder how it's going over Just take a look around and know your friends and lovers they're only friends and lovers It's in the way they think The only way to see Pictures of everything They gave you one of each you asked em to, you know it Tomorrow's winning, yesterday a grand illusion Your tunnel vision almost made it feel like losing but when the magic steals up in a sneak attack you know once you find it there there'll be no going back there there'll be no going back cuz It's in the way you think The only way to see Pictures of everything You made em one of each It's in the way you think The only way to see Pictures of everything You gave em one of each you wanted to, you know it back to top
Swampy © 2015, Brent George, Stephanie Rearick You seen old Swampy swelling his belly's fat and hairy Could turn a reservoir in into an estuary His face is getting scary a worthy ruthless adversary could shrink an artery down down down to a capillary No, a tributary No, an actuary No, a sanctuary No, a mortuary He came from Tipperary Said it was hot and airy This made us shiver in our skins like it was February It's only temporary Brutal but necessary And you better write it down Or it might come true one day It might come true one day It might come true one day It might come true one day Deluge of great proportion You read the Bible, don'tcha Your future's bright as Hades You're such a lucky lady You always thought you'd narrate your own obituary but you better write it down then just drop the pen and run run run run back to top
Figure it Out © 2015, Brent George, Stephanie Rearick You're figuring out you never joined em and they never gave in There's a lingering doubt of whether you were born or whether you've been and you know they wouldn't tell you You wouldn't want em to but they wrote it down Krazy-Glued it to your forehead And you barely notice but even so you know the last time may be right around the corner And you're figuring out -- we know where you've been before You've never yet been -- what love a wavering doubt -- can do of what you came here for and where you go when -- for you And you know I couldn't show you You wouldn't want me to but even the thought gets me hot around the collar and you barely show it but even so you know the last time it charmed your socks off We're figuring out -- we know -- inciting now what we need us for and who we need then -- what love -- subsiding how It was never in doubt -- can do -- inviting now what we came here for and whether we win -- for you -- abiding And you know we barely show it but even so we know relieve it or not it's a proper hot and bothered And we shouldn't blow it but friend or foe you know the next time we'll knock their socks off We're figuring out -- we know -- inciting now where we've been before We've never yet been -- what love -- subsiding how a wavering doubt -- can do -- inviting now of what we came here for and where we go when -- for you -- abiding and you know I need to know you you need to know me too believe it or not it was written on your body and as these things go you can barely notice but the last time's the charmed one We're figuring out -- we know -- inciting now what we need us for and who we need then -- what love -- subsiding how It was never in doubt -- can do -- inviting now what we came here for and whether we win -- for you -- abiding back to top
To the Nines © 2015, Brent George, Stephanie Rearick Ive been thinking learned a few things trying to get em outa my way before the sun stops sinking Lately youve been playing with my mind Lately meaning mainly all the time Players playing something so sublime Makes you make you make you up your mind Ive been dreaming bears repeating while away a day after day you may need to make some meaning Lately its been weighing on my mind Maybe you been waiting for a sign Let my eyes undress you to the nines Another moment you be feeling fine Millions out there waiting Millions more theyre not Whenever the day gets carried away The humans get too hot Millions out there wanting Millions more than ought Whenever the last day flickers away you gave em all you got Whenever the last day flickers away you gave it all you got Whenever the last day flies you away you gave it all you got back to top
Glitterbox © 2015, Brent George, Stephanie Rearick We're open come on in and take a look around We're hoping that you dig our ladyscissors sound The top's down come take a ride with us through town Come on let's give the beauty queen her crown and whether you're a lover or hater you'll go out of your mind no matter if it's sooner or later its a matter of time wasting time were wasting time Get high on bubblegum and then get down down down We offer the finest crackerjack around round round The prize is in the glitterbox you've found found found Our vibe is out of sight and out of sound sound sound The weatherman's coming today to blow you out of your mind and whether youre the mama or baby's just a matter of time wasted time wasting time whats yours is mine stop wasting time the civil servants make the building shine the little birdie's singing all the time Red on the inside and sky blue sky Play the piano and and cry cry cry stuff in the wonderbread soak the strife since noone's getting dirty and naked lets get out of our minds you'll be living through it sooner or later its a matter of time whether it's the last lucky song or just the end of the line back to top
Take a Ride © 2014, Lorrie Hurckes All the way to heaven baby on this here train The world will keep on spinning honey, and well just laugh and sing Every ounce of faith in me is riding on you Will you stand beside me baby and see this whole thing through Ever since, ever since the first day That you turned around and looked my way I knew right away that I had to have you by my side So come on baby take me for a ride Girl you look so pretty in your sensible travelling dress and honey you set my soul on fire when your hair is all a mess Just ride these rails with me across the continent Our friends will know that were in love from the postcards that we send Ever since, ever since the first day That you turned around and looked my way I knew right away that I had to have you by my side So come on baby take me for a ride Across the desert to the deep blue sea Come on baby run away with me This world has got me down and its a heavy load What we need now are some miles on the road Miles down the road girl Miles down the road Miles down the road girl Miles down the road Miles down the road Ever since, ever since the first day That you turned around and looked my way I knew right away that I had to have you by my side So come on baby take me for a ride Take a ride with me......Take a ride with me Take a ride with me ….Take a ride with me back to top Crackerjack © 2014, Stephanie Rearick, Brent George say whats the matter with hypocrisy whats the matter with authority whats the matter with back to back and back where we used to be side to side and back for eternity now thats a little bit of history thats a little hagiography thats a little of back to back and back where we ought be …… got to admit it lord he was a crackerjack strangely committed something like a lumber jack never forget it almost had a heart attack yeah dont you pretend the good times never end back to back and back where we used to be side to side and back for eternity now thats a little bit of history thats a little hagiography thats a little of back to back and ... got to admit it lord you were a crackerjack strangely committed something like a running back youll never forget it feeling like a heart attack yeah dont you pretend the good times had to end back to back and back where we used to be side by side and back where oughta be now thats a little bit of history thats a little hagiography thats a little.. got to admit it lord you were a crackerjack strangely committed something like a running back youll come to regret it but youll love the turning back yeah dont you pretend the good times have to end back to back and back where we oughta be side by side and out to infinity now thats your history now thats hagiography thats reality now back to top Bubblegum © 2014, Stephanie Rearick, Brent George Your cigarette was smoldering and glowing red and yellow glowing red and yellow Five million words were spoken but you had em right at hello had em right at hello And while the rest of all the universe was your own Waterloo You had all you ever really wanted And when they want you Oh, its like a Mello Yello And when they need you Yeah, youre blowing bubble gum And when they love you oh, its like a young bordello When they lean close and say youre not the only one You had all you ever really wanted Your idle mind was daydreaming and feeling sweet and mellow feeling sweet and mellow You got our heartstrings singing then you played em like a cello played em like a cello And while the rest of all the universe was falling out of tune you heard all you ever really wanted you heard all you ever really wanted vocal/instrumental/bridge Your cigarette was smoldering and glowing red and yellow glowing red and yellow Five million words were spoken but you had em right at hello had em right at hello And while the rest of all the universe was your own Waterloo You had all you ever really wanted Your idle mind was daydreaming and feeling sweet and mellow feeling sweet and mellow You got our heartstrings singing then you played em like a cello played em like a cello And while the rest of all the universe was falling out of tune you heard all you ever really wanted you heard all you ever really wanted And when they want you Oh, its like a Mello Yello And when they need you Yeah, youre blowing bubble gum And when they love you oh, its like a young bordello When they lean close and say youre not the only one And when they want you Oh, its like a Mello Yello And when they need you Yeah, youre blowing bubble gum And when they love you Baby, its a young bordello When they lean close and say youre not the only one You had all you ever really wanted You heard all you ever really wanted You had all you ever really wanted You heard all you ever really wanted back to top Down Down Down © 2014, Stephanie Rearick Down Down Down When they say theyve come to shoot you get down and down and down and down When the music flows right through you get down and down and down and down Why dont you hear your mother there yelling whats the matter youre down and down and down and down Youre waiting on the kisses that always make it better youre down and down and down and down When the funnel blows right to you get down and down and down and down when the holy spirit moves you get down and down and down and down and when you hear the weatherman cursing at the weather youre down and down and down and down but wading in the water will only make you wetter youre down and down and down and down I remember days whenever Id hear your voice Id get so carried away I tell ya it wasnt wise I knew then but too late, I adored you whatever way it went down it may leave me cryin and singing and playin piano-o but when you hear the weatherman talking up the weather get down and down and down and down Hes waiting on the kisses that always make it better get down and down and down and down I could see a time in order to hear your voice I would stop turn on a dime and offer a joyful noise I could name the ways that I adore you but anyway I did yesterday now Im crying and singing and playing piano oh but when you see the weatherman clearing up the weather get down and down and down and down Youre waiting on the kisses that always make it better get down and down and down and down And when you see your mother there yelling whats the matter get down and down and down and down Cuz walking on the water will always make you wetter get down and down and down and down back to top Wasting Time © 2014,Stephanie Rearick, Brent George Time waits for the clock that says it goes on and on while you talk of time wasted We kneel and pray for those who cannot wait we kneel and pray for those who cannot wait we kneel and pray for those who cannot wait a long long time waits and watches while you wind the watch that says whats yours is mine and while you mind the clock that stops your wasted time from wasting time wasting time whats yours is mine wasting time back to top Long Lost Glass Shoe © 2014, Lorrie Hurckes Will you be my bucking bronco tonight Will you play with me through the night Will you be my one true love tonight Honey you are such a beautiful sight A sight for sore eyes, you have me hypnotized And all else well, it seems to fade away Cuz you've got what I want; and you've got what I need And honey it's my hungry soul you feed Will you give me kisses on the cheek I bet you'll sweep me right off my feet You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen You could be my beauty queen A sight for sore eyes, you have me hypnotized And all else seems to fade away You've got what I want; you've got what I need And honey it's my hungry soul you feed Will you be my revolutionary fighting machine I bet you'll show me so many things I could see going real real far with you Cuz you found my long lost glass shoe A sight for sore eyes, you have me hypnotized And all else seems to fade away You've got what I want; you've got what I need And honey it's my hungry soul you feed back to top Red/Blue © 2014, Stephanie Rearick, Brent George Come whenever they call you Know whatever you know Pink on the inside Blue when youre feeling low Go wherever they tell you Even off to the war Life on the outside Love, your only reward I only wanted more than you ever could dream of Love whoever they tell you Be whoever you love Red on the inside Blue when youre breathing slow I always wanted all you were never thinking of You only wanted more than you ever could dream of back to top Mamas Little Baby © 2014, Lorrie Hurckes Mamas little baby loves, Mamas little baby loves, Mamas little baby loves shortening bread Mamas little baby loves, Mamas little baby loves, Mamas little baby loves shortening bread All the little babies are feeling kinda crazy Our eyes are looking hazy, its no time to be lazy Weve been chasing it in circles around this crazy maze and Im tired of chasing the carrot theyve tied onto the end of a stringing us along for way to long its time we come together, its time to be strong instead of waiting on our mamas to carry us along well rise up together, and stand up tall and well stand for the truth and well say it out loud cuz thats how well make our mamas proud Mamas little baby loves, Mamas little baby loves, Mamas little baby loves shortening bread Mamas little baby loves, Mamas little baby loves, Mamas little baby loves shortening bread All the little baby heads are filled with all the lies their fed the little brother now is dead, the sisters hooked on pills instead The neighbor lost his job again, can barely keep his family fed and were still waiting on the government to make the changes that they said would lift us out of this mess were in, but instead were sitting around with bruises on our chins Well my mama always taught me to be brave and to stand up for yourself even if youre afraid cuz it takes a lot of noise if youre gonna make a change so shout it from the rooftops, sing it in the rain yeah Mamas little baby loves, Mamas little baby loves, Mamas little baby loves shortening bread yeah Mamas little baby loves, Mamas little baby loves, Mamas little baby loves shortening bread yeah back to top Last Lucky Song © 2014, Stephanie Rearick, Brent George Dont you love that good-looking weatherman Came on like a hurricane Would have made a great tornado Drank up too much rain, now your insides are Bursting like a water main Cooling off this hot potato Thought I heard you moaning and wailing, “Man, I got an awful pain Lord, I need some novocaine” And when the little birdie that sings inside your ribcage looks and sounds just like a dead canary And when your best friends old-fashioned fancy pantsy wedding starts to feeling kinda funerary Thats when youve got to play your last lucky song Dont you know that hole in your teachers head Oh, its like a sewer drain leaking in and out again Gonna stuff that hole full of Wonder Bread Soak up all the strife and strain Tell him its a wholesome grain Saw that teacher holding his head, he said “Man, I got an awful pain Lord, I need some novocaine” And when the little birdie that sings inside your ribcage looks and sounds just like a dead canary And when that whitebread old-fashioned spongey-wongey brainpan starts to looking kinda green and hairy Thats when youve got to play your last lucky song Gonna hoe a row on the open plain Then you fill it up again Drag your clanking ankle chain Gotta grow a row of your own instead When they take your spade away Dare them to unleash the rain Got that warden crying and wailing “Man, I got an awful pain Lord, I need some novocaine” And when the little birdie that sings inside your ribcage looks and sounds just like a dead canary And when that good time old-fashioned honky tonky music starts to sounding real contemporary Thats when youve got to play your last lucky song Thats when youve got to play back to top