02/14/2012

There's a box of chocolates someone will buy,
a bunch of roses gonna make someone cry.
There's a man and a woman engaged in a kiss.
Then there's me watching all of this.

And I sing, "oooooooh eeeeeeee.
What about me?
Oooooooh eeeeeeee.
What about me?"

The I realize I'm not alone.
Plenty of people never use their phone.
They're sitting and watching on Valentine's Day,
hoping that someone comes walking their way.

We sing "Oooooooh eeeeeeee.
What about me?
Oooooooh eeeeeeee.
What about me?"

So to all of you uglies, hopeless opressed,
crazies and schizos, severely depressed.
I need your attention. Please form a line.
Because I have a question...would you be mine?

This one time
would you be mine?
This one time
would you be mine?

Like Movies For Your Ears - lyrics

Up with the sun. Day has begun.
I'm here too. Wish I had a gun.
Blues in my head make me wish I was dead,
thinking of her in another bed.

Oh lonely...
is this cup of coffee.

On the commute, stuck to my route.
Gridlock grinds on the metro loop.
Inside our cars we're faces in jars.
Met someone's eyes, but we seemed so far.

Oh lonely...
is rush hour daily.

I don't know why
I even try.
It's going to be like this
until I die.

Apartment is still, a silence that kills,
my castle built out of each month's bills.
End of the day, I come here to lay,
the glow of the screen, and feel my mind decay.

Oh lonely...
is nothing on TV.

Oh Ugly - lyrics

Baseball men are small

beneath the concrete wall,

but I love this game.

I'd love to see them all.

Their feather beds feel right,

absorb my beams of light.

I sling the garbage bags.

They curse me through the night.

"Oh Ugly! Please let me be!

I'm the one who's really free.

Turn invisible,

and get my stars out of your eyes."

Wrinkles on my skin.

My bones are dry and thin.

Walking seems so slow.

These golden years are dim.

Sometimes I have to cough.

I ticks the bankers off.

They look at me as if

I drink straight from a trough.

"Oh Ugly! I hope you see

I'm so glad it's you not me.

Just hit the road,

and get my stars out of your eyes."

I'm majority,

but I'll never see

the inside of the restaurant

at 1333

on the Upper End of town,

where white shirts go to drown

away their pocketbooks.

I catch their groans and frowns.

"Oh Ugly! Get away from me!

There's somewhere else you should be.

Get on the bus,

and get my stars out of your eyes."

Midnight Train - song

I'm on a midnight train, just past insane.

The moon is bright on this frigid night.

There's a guitar wailing. My feet are flailing

to the bluesy tones, but I'm so alone.

And alone is just a word I use for nothing better to do.

Alone is just a word I use for nothing better to do.

It comes and goes. It comes and goes.

It comes and goes. It comes and goes.

I'm all aboard with my checker board.

We play from dusk till dawn. It goes on and on.

Me and Buck-Tooth Larry, Brother Terry,

Slick and Jim, these are all my friends.

And friend is just a word I use for everybody I know.

Friend is just a word I use for everybody I know.

They come and go. They come and go.

They come and go. They come and go.

So we bide our time. We do the time.

The ride is rough. The beat is tough.

We dream of towns to settle down.

We've seen dreams fall, but we've loved them all.

And love is just a word I use to describe a feeling.

Love is just a word I use to describe a feeling.

Oh love is just a word I use to describe a feeling.

Love is just a word I use to describe a feeling.

It comes and goes. It comes and goes.

It comes and goes. It comes and goes.

Lonely Laying Here - song

Another old song revamped for uke

Music by David Mink and Words by me

Shot down on 3rd and 22

for a wallet and my shoes.

I...see the sun up in the sky.

I...guess I'm gonna die.

So cold, so cold I feel like mud.

So red, the pavement with my blood.

I...see the sun up in the sky.

I...guess I'm gonna die.

It's lonely, lonely laying here.

So lonely, lonely laying here.

They say, God he has a plan.

I wish he'd make me understand

why I...see the sun up in the sky,

why I...guess I'm gonna die.

Please, sir! Hurry and find my wife.

Tell her I'm bound to lose my life,

that I...see the sun up in the sky,

that I...guess I'm gonna die.

It's lonely, lonely laying here.

So lonely, lonely laying here.

Do me one favor, if you please.

Keep my, keep my tombstone clean.

I...see the sun up in the sky.

I...guess I'm gonna die.

I feel this coil slipping free!

Donna, please don't cry for me.

I...see the sun up in the sky.

I...guess I'm gonna die.

It's lonely, lonely laying here.

So lonely, lonely laying here.

Thumbtacks In My Ice Cream - song

Another old song revamped for uke

Music by David Mink and words by me

I see a perfect angel walking with the blues.

I see a perfect angel walking with the blues.

I think, "should I say something?"

but I figure, "what's the use?"

I got this little problem, can't talk to angels that I see.

I got this little problem, can't talk to angels that I see.

I just sit and stare at the,

but they never stare back at me.

Masses of confusion bang me to the brain.

Masses of confusion bang me to the brain,

like broken glass and anvils

falling down like rain.

I just want to scream so she can see me bleed.

I just want to scream so she can see me bleed

from the thumbtacks in my ice cream

and the acid in my mead.

Drinking & Thinking - song

Another old one revamped for uke

Been drinking and thinking

how sanity in me keeps on shrinking.

I'm drinking whiskey, which is risky,

tonight.

I burnt my midnights into sunlights.

Reality, she put up a good fight,

but with scotch I'm going to watch it

melt away.

Everybody thinks I'm crazy,

and my mind is over hazy

because she left me here

with bitterness and beer.

I'm tripping and flipping

put of my mind I keep on slipping

through make believe I receive

tonight.

Been drinking and thinking

how people are like eyes that keep blinking.

I'm sipping wine, but I'm not fine

tonight.

I've seen some motion in the ocean.

Off the coast of everything there is commotion.

I'm holding gin, to my chin,

and setting here.

All their eyes stare straight at me

with criminal degrees.

They think I've lost my way

because I always stay.

I'm where the door meets the floor,

and I won't be back anymore.

I'm mixing mai tais with goodbyes

tonight.

Sparky's Blues - song

This is another older song I have revamped for uke.

Well, her left breast tattoo

said "Wanted Dead of Alive."

She got it in Cleveland

back in 1965.

Her slinky fishnet stockings

had seen a time or two.

They had these great big holes

where the milky white poked through.

And I was really really drunk,

so you can understand

why I said, "God Bless, Mrs. Robinson!

I believe you found your man."

The wrinkles on her face

went down to Chinatown,

but I was broken up.

I was feeling down.

Her grandma hands were something like

some kind of awful dream,

and when she held me close

she smelled like Aspercreme.

And I was really really drunk,

so you can understand

why I said, "God Bless, Mrs. Robinson

I believe you found your man."

Well the lovin's double good

from women twice your age,

and tigers get pissed off

when you keep them in their cage.

Did I do the deed?

Did I play that show?

Well beggars can't be choosers.

That's all you need to know.

And I was really really drunk,

so you can understand

why I said, "God Bless, Mrs. Robinson

I believe you found your man."

Reprise Of The Blues - song

This is a song I recorded a long time ago that I revamped yesterday for uke.

I'm riding on the potholes

of this lonely afternoon,

wondering if it's now,

or if it's all too soon,

wondering

what I'm going to do,

but I'm stuck in a strand of time

with a reprise of the blues.

I'm waxing up self-consciously.

I've bit it with a smile.

I'm glazed in conversation.

I'm walking that extra mile,

walking

for a better point of view,

but I'm stuck in a strand of time

with a reprise of the blues.

So I'll shout it from the buildings:

"It's time to save the king!"

You've save the souls of gods and men,

hope I'm somewhere in between,

hoping

it'll all come through,

but I'm stuck in this strand of time

with a reprise of the blues.

Unknown - song

People have told me before I die:

"Great things will happen, and that's why

people will know you. They'll call your name,"

but great hasn't happened. It's still the same.

My wind has blown,

and I'm still unknown.

Others have told me: "Your soul is old.

You know the meaning of bitter and cold.

You have a lens that so few can use.

You carve these sculptures and call them the blues."

But my wind has blown,

and I'm still unknown.

The rest of you tell me: "Keep doing your thing.

You touch our hearts with the words that you sing."

Well, I've got to tell you, the sadder truth still,

touching your heart, it don't pay my bills.

My wind has blown,

and I'm still unknown.

Wounded Town - song

I remember being old,

some needles and a cane.

Seems as though I’m younger now,

a spirit that remains.

So, I leave this world behind,

my bones beneath a mound,

and I don’t regret the life I spent

in wounded town.

Poured some coffee in my cup.

Keep it black and strong.

Get my work boots, caked with yesterday.

Today seems just as long.

I’ve got no time for breakfast.

Couldn’t keep it down

on my way to work today

in wounded town.

In the future building’s shadow,

in the echoes of the trees

are the fainted sounds of freight trains,

of glass and broken knees.

We are kings, and queens, and princes

of broken, bruised, and bound,

but here we call it breathing

in wounded town.

That's What She Said - song lyrics

“Come in my bedroom, and baby, don't be blue.

I need a man. even if that man is you.”

That’s what she said,

and you wonder why I’m so blue.

“I need some loving. I need it all night long.

And you’re just right, even if that right is wrong.”

That’s what she said,

which is why I sing this song.

“I got good news. I think you're gonna pass.

Now get your clothes, hurry home, and make it fast.”

That’s what she said.

I came in first for being last.