BloodBrother

I NEED MORE FRIENDS LIKE YOU

I like jazz, cuz you know,
I can wander
...Awayyyyy
And I feel that I'm young again.
Ahhh, but not half as young as you.
When we kiss and embrace each other,
I can just
...float awayyyyy!
And you know,
Yes you know...
I need more friends like you!!!

I like playing with kids and just hearing
...Them laugh,
And I feel that I'm young again,
Ahhh, but not half as young as you.
And when we kiss and embrace each other,
I can just
...float awayyyy!
And you know,
Yes, you know...
I need more friends like you!!!

Well don't you know that ..
Caring is a trip,
You know, it comes in many forms,
And it helps me,
Yes, it really helps me,
Through the storm,
And I can wander awayyyyy!

Ohhhhhhhhhhh,
Friends like youuuuuuuu,
Friends like youuuuuuuu,
Friends like youuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PUPPY DOG POUT

The bride was nervous!
The groom was late!
She thought he'd jilt her on this important date.
He got to the church -
She thought of throwing him out
And then he turned on his puppy dog pout

Sometimes a picture's worth a thousand words
Sometimes a look is the picture preferred.
When there's a problem, and I'm on the outs,
It's time to turn on my puppy dog pouts

The marriage lasted!
They were happy as clams.
Occasionally, they had their jams.
When he was less than an Eagle Scout,
He'd simply turn on his puppy dog pout.

Its not a thing
Ya wanna overuse -
But it's a thing
At time's can save you some dues
It's wasting time
Making some lame excuse.
You're in the doghouse anyway,
So you've got nothing to lose!


The car was wrecked!
The dinner was cold!
Her husband said,
"This is getting old!"
Then she turned on her puppy dog pout.
They took his Jeep and soon were eating out

Its not a thing
Ya wanna overuse -
But it's a thing
At time's can save you some dues.
It's wasting time
Making some lame excuse.
You're in the doghouse anyway,
So you've got nothing to lose!

The kids were playing ball.
There was a crash!
The window broken -
Lots of broken glass
Mom's patience shattered,
And she started to shout.
Her little boy turned on his puppy dog pout

You've got a problem -
Just take my advice!
If you ever do
Something not nice,
Look in the mirror -
Practice trying it out,
And get yourself your own puppy dog pout!

Puppy, puppy, puppy dog pout,
Big eyes, and a pitiful snout.
Push out your lip -
Might help ya weasel out!
Turn on your very own puppy dog pout!!!

Puppy, puppy, puppy dog pout - Uh-huh huh
Puppy, puppy, puppy dog pout - Uh-huh huh
Puppy, puppy, puppy dog pout - Uh-huh huh
Go let the dog in, and put the cat out

It's a dangerous thing..
to love..
it's dangerous because you may not receive love in return..
you may not love the right person or thing and others will hate you for
it
or resent you
or ridicule your tastes
or your selection
I love Elvis
and then I am made a mockery by those who only see
a bloated has-been singing to blue-haired ladies
they forget the brash southern gentleman who was a scandalous..
rebel...
I love the Kennedys..
and that opens me to scorn and contempt
by those that only see the tabloid muck-raking
the character issues invented
and the castigation that is somehow justified
by "Them"
they forget the strides for civil rights..
the taking on the mob
and Jimmy Hoffa
and because I love these things
I become the enemy
not to be seen
as an individual
with feelings for the common man and woman's plight
and the shell game goes on
One politician picks the pockets
of the middle class
and blames the poor
and the blacks
and the women
and the lawyers
okay, I'll GIVE you the lawyers
but even some of them are decent
some
are
and I love people
enough to be angry at them
when they judge others
because they don't agree
with "Them"
Love with a woman is easy
comparatively
not many of them are
serial killers,
murderers,
sexual predators
and not all men are
not even 999 and 1/10th percent of them
nobody knows
the numbers
even fewer know
the people
and when I expose my soul too often
people
don't care to see
or hear
and love is tested
and the world
continues
regardless
of the damage
done to it
by "Them"
whoever "They are.
Love is dangerous
Let's be dangerous
Let's

VOICES

"voices...that never speak but can be
seen..not heard in the din of the voices...one
room..where.nobody hears each other..but they can read into
their words, the things their eyes dare not tell. sweet thoughts
and praise abound but in it all is a bitter disappointment and a
sadness of shallow wasted days, and a ray of light in an
otherwise antiseptic life...nothing stays good..and bad stays for
longer then is needed or wanted..and yet, there is joy and
heartfelt sympathy..and rage..and anger..and mostly
forgiveness or the words that are not heard fall on deaf
screens..blocked out but the clickety-clacking of keys in a
protected antiseptic surrounding...and the reality puts them into
a sleep of their own choosing. the absence of light from the
phosphorescent screen that now is numb and cold, and in the
off position."

MY LADY OF NORWAY

I saw you in a glass last night,
your eyes looked
back at me from the scotch,
and the beer seemed to taste like your kiss
on my face, when the bartender gave out last call.
My lady of Norway,
the queen of the ball,
All the glad songs have ended and the sad ones
begun..and though it may seem like the end of a rainbow, even a rainbow
must end.
refrain: You're the sweetest thing ever come in my life, and
sometimes you seem like a saint, with your long golden hair and
melodious voice, you're everything that I ain't. Like a rose in a garden
that's begging to be picked you need lots of love to grow...But every
tomorrow I add to your sorrow and just why I do I don't know.

All the dark clouds are heavy as they lay on my plate.
And the eggs that I ate
reminded me..of all the pleasures you gave me.
that went straight to my soul..feelings I can't control
. Now you're strumming your feelings in a
lonely cafe'
as the tears have affected your voice..
and you're singing
the blues, cuz you're paying my dues cuz with me as your man, there's no
choice..

And you're the sweetest thing ever come in my life, I'm the
sinner who's hurting a saint, with your long golden hair and melodious
voice, you'e everything that I ain't..Like a rose in a garden that's
begging to be picked you need lots of love to grow..But every tomorrow I
add to your sorrow and just why I do I don't know.

here I sit in a
barroom in a booth by myself,..
and I promise myself no more gin.
but the promise is broken again cuz I know..
that wasting her love is a sin...
My lady of Norway, the queen of guitar..all the glasses are
emptied fore th night has begun, and though it may seem like the end of
a dream...even a dream must end...

refrain: You're the sweetest thing
ever come in my life and sometimes you seem like a saint,..with your
long golden hair and melodious voice, you're everything that I
ain't..Like a rose in a garden that's beggin' to be picked you need lots
of love to grow, but every tomorrow I add to your sorrow and just why I
do I don't know!

All the world's coming down on my shoulders tonight
and I cry like a baby again...
cause I knew it was comin'...Now it
finally did...and now the real hurtin' begins...
My lady of Norway the
queen of my soul..all the lights have gone off now as the starlight
begins..and though it may seem like a once in a lifetime..even a
lifetime must end.

NEW YORK WOMAN

Here comes Kitty Kelly struttin' down the street
with her Max Factor smile looking Cover Girl sweet...
Off to the subway to compete...
With Saks Fifth Avenue and Rogers Peet..
While I'm singing..
New York woman do I have to beg you for a smile?
New York woman, won't you stop and talk to me a while?
Cuz I've been running
around with the cigarette and six-pack-of-beer brigade..
Downing cheap
whisky and rum and Coke as though it were Kool-Aid,
and I'm tired of
sitting round reading comic books and Zen..
Gotta find a lady to help me
start all over again...
She sees no one. She looks no one in the
eye..
Caught between the ladies in dresses, and the men in suit and
tie..
Well, I can buy you a Nathan's hot dog...leave a nickel tip
besides..
I haven't got much except for all the love I have
inside...
Still I'm singing, New York woman, do I have to beg you for a
smile?
New York woman, won't you stop and talk with me a while..
Well,
I've trying to live just a day at a time, but the downtime seems to win,
making my way on a wing and a prayer while taking it all on the
chin,..
And I'm tired of sitting 'round reading comic books and Zen..
Gotta find a lady to help me start...need a lot of huggin' to help me
start.... all over again.

PRIVATE MOMENTS

i log on, i see your name
and even though I see no face the closeness is just the same.
I've got a handle on what you desire My fingers are sweating and my
spirit rises higher.

We try to hide, but heir eyes still see
just what I'm saying that's between you and me.
It isn't fair,
We know it's not right,
But prying eyes will find their way into our
Private Night!

Private moments get stolen away
We've got to find another place
-another place we can play
You whisper to me that you want me this day,
But these private moments
are stolen away!

I've got a secret,
A lover on the web,
She brings up my passions
So they never ebb.
This life I live isn't what I need
And this new love
Allows my passions to be freed.

Oh, please don't tell,
whatever stranger's out there
That's spying on my diary
of my innermost fear.
What have I done to you
To treat me this way?
Are you the lonely one stuck in yesterday?

Private moments get stolen away,
We've got to find another place
-another place we can play.
You whisper to me that you want me tonight,
But these private moments,
-(Oh so) private moments must end tonight!!!!

WEBCHAT THEME SONG

(sung to the tune of RAWHIDE)
Scrollin', scrollin', scrollin!
puter's are controllin'.
Typin' fingers goin'
WEBCHAT!
Forty somethin' folkie
make buttons and get hokey
with GIFS and JPEGS by their side
Handles are what's happ'nin'!
PM's and public chattin',
where flirtin'cannot be denied.
Move 'em on, type 'em up, hug em good, send 'em out! Move 'em on, type 'em up WEBCHAT!
Type 'em up, hug 'em good, send 'em out, scroll 'em on,
Type 'em out, send 'em in, Webchaaaattttt!
Heya! Heya! Webchaaaattttt! Heya! Heya!
(background singers) Scrollin', scrollin' scrollin'! Scrollin',
scrollin' scrollin'! Scrollin', scrollin' scrollin'! (fade-out to end.)
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