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A BUCKET OF BLOOD AND THE GHOST OF MARK TWAIN
After our marriage exploded
Vicious lies were unloaded
From a double barrel shotgun
That split and wounded everyone.
Before the holes started bleeding
The vultures began feeding
Tearing bodies and souls apart
Old skeletons and broken hearts.
Now there’s a bucket of blood
Spillin’ in muddy rivers of pain.
There’s another bitter tale
By the ghost of Mark Twain.
After our side was defeated
The enemy retreated.
There was no one left and no one right.
Assassins hidden in plain sight.
Before we cross the equator
Following heroes and traitors
While shooting past Planet Earth
We can’t be separated by birth.
Now there’s a bucket of blood
Spillin’ in muddy rivers of pain.
There’s another bitter tale
By the ghost of Mark Twain.
If you go down the road with the ghost white lines,
You won’t see the dead end where the Blood Moon shines.
If you pick up that whore in the pouring rain,
Mark my words, you’re gonna swerve, into an oncoming lane.
With a bucket of blood and the ghost of Mark Twain.
HEATH/GREGG ©2021
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2. |
Julie Diamond
04:02
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JULIE DIAMOND
A sixteen year old lifeguard
At a hotel pool in Rhode Island
Flooded the jukebox with Paul Simon
Her tan was even, I was eleven, and so in love with Julie Diamond.
Back home in Carolina
Cecilia was two years finer
Coastal sands shimmered with moonlight
Her hair seemed silver wait, was Silvia her name or Julie Diamond?
You’re still in my mind
Julie Diamond.
Are you still alive
Julie Diamond?
You still shine
Bright color crazy
Through my memories
So hazy
You will never die
Julie Diamond.
A sixteen year old lifeguard
At a hotel pool in Rhode Island
Flooded the jukebox with Paul Simon
Her tan was even, I was eleven, and so in love with Julie Diamond.
You’re still in my mind
Julie Diamond.
Are you still alive
Julie Diamond?
You still shine
Bright color crazy
Through my memories
So hazy
You will never die
Julie Diamond.
HEATH/GREGG ©2021
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3. |
Unknown Soldier
03:42
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UNKNOWN SOLDIER
There’s been a killing outside
And I hide from the danger
I feel the pulse of panic
Rising in my neighbors.
There’s another loss of life
In the light of the living
The bells of death and darkness
Are forever ringing.
I’m losing strength in my legs
Oh, I twist my face
I’m so afraid of the Unknown Soldier
Whose heart is cold
Whose soul, I’m told
Is even colder.
There’s a frost in the newsprint
Subtle hints to the chaos
Am I the only one that sees
The Secret Holocaust?
He’s recruiting an army
Alarming in its numbers
The fight looks so attractive
For all the Newcomers.
I’m losing strength in my legs
Oh, I twist my face
I’m so afraid of the Unknown Soldier
Whose heart is cold
Whose soul, I’m told
Is even colder.
HEATH/GREGG ©2021
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Interface
07:04
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INTERFACE
Human enhancement
Install Neural Lace
A.I. D.N.A
Brain Machine Interface.
Hand over control
To be entertained
Willing to let Them
Cut into our brains.
All linked to the Mainframe
With our minds in the Cloud
Access information
But only what’s allowed
You won’t be all human
And not quite The Undead
While you walk upon the Earth
With a Thread in your head.
Hand over your thoughts
From the day you are born
Collect and Connect
Until we all are Borg.
All so convenient
To access anything
Improving our weak minds
Like Super Human Beings.
All linked to the Mainframe
With a mind in the Cloud
Access information
But only what’s allowed
You won’t be all human
And not quite The Undead
While you walk upon the Earth
With a Thread in your head.
HEATH/GREGG © 2021
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Isabella, Make It Good
03:57
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ISABELLA, MAKE IT GOOD
When I first met you
You were a whore
You know it and I know it
For sex
I took you to Brazil
And made you a movie star
I’ll do the same thing here
But don’t expect me to
Have sex with you
All the time.
I was unfaithful
In Rio, Dear
You on a cheap jungle set
Kissing
Some Venezuelan boy.
Me, I’m the Rain Forest God
And I’m thunderclouds of magic
If you think your scene
Was a humid affair
Think again, dear.
There’s no delicate way to say
I’m getting tired of you.
I’d love to throw you out
And replace you with somebody new.
I’d lose my status in the Vanity Fair
Taking all of yours and half of my share.
So, here we are out in Hollywood
The South American Pair…Isabella, make it good.
I want you to drop
Your think accent
I want your eyelids Latin Green
Your dress
Something out of the 40’s
Saturate your hair darker red
We want the dye to rub off
In some producer’s hands
So they’ll remember us
Tomorrow,dear.
There’s no delicate way to say
I’m getting tired of you.
I’d love to throw you out
And replace you with somebody new.
I’d lose my status in the Vanity Fair
Taking all of yours and half of my share.
So here we are out in Hollywood
The South American Pair…Isabella, make it good.
HEATH/GREGG ©2021
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6. |
Uncle Jokey
03:09
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UNCLE JOKEY
He comes on so loud
He’s so damn proud
Pervert, Out vert Uncle Jokey
His voice speaks volumes
He sucks up a room
Frantic, Manic, Uncle Jokey.
Ha, Ha, Ha
He’s so funny
Blah, blah, blah
He’s so phony
Throwing a fit
He’s so full of shit
I’ll bet you any amount of money
He doesn’t know that folks
Call him Uncle Jokey.
Serious, Delirious Uncle Jokey
Toxic, Obnoxious, Uncle Jokey.
He lights fuses, then
He blows up again
Centennial, Mental Uncle Jokey
He conquers, destroys
He hates and enjoys
Mother Fucker, Uncle Jokey.
Ha, Ha, Ha
He’s so funny
Blah, blah, blah
He’s so phony
Throwing a fit
He’s so full of shit
I’ll bet you any amount of money
He doesn’t know that folks
Call him Uncle Jokey.
Ranting, Panting, Uncle Jokey
Bitchy, Witchy Uncle Jokey.
HEATH/GREGG ©2021
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7. |
From Hell To Breakfast
03:16
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FROM HELL TO BREAKFAST
You sit at the table with three legs
While Satan scrambles you deviled eggs
And at your feet lies a beast that begs.
I drink my dinner before it gets cold
Things get hotter as the night unfolds
Daylight breaks and the tea kettle blows.
From Hell to Breakfast is where I eat
From Hell to Breakfast, pull up a seat
From Hell to Breakfast is where I’m weak.
Don’t know how I became a sick sow
The bacon sizzles until it howls
Mr. Piggy oinks out something foul.
From Hell to Breakfast is where I eat
From Hell to Breakfast, pull up a seat.
From Hell to Breakfast is where I’m weak.
HEATH/GREGG © 2021
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8. |
Dreams On Lanai
05:00
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DREAMS ON LANAI
Awake in my bunk at midnight
Breathing tropical pineapple air
Before sunrise we’re loaded
In a rusted truck
Then dumped in a field somewhere.
Hauling burlap sacks
Of green crowns
To be planted in Hawaii’s
Deep red ground.
And soon we’ll get a tour of The Islands
Have a Luau in Paradise
Waikiki sunsets and Hula dancers
Consumed all our dreams on Lanai
Between Maui and Molokai.
Slave labor strung out like Puka Shells
Long boring weeks of long blue days
With Pele on the mountain
And Manele’s kapu.
I guess they’ll have us picking today.
Tossing the golden fruit
Up on the Boom
I might just die if I don’t
Pau Hana soon.
And soon we’ll get a tour of The Islands
Have a Luau in Paradise
Waikiki sunsets and Hula dancers
Consumed all our dreams on Lanai
Between Maui and Molokai.
Haole Boys sweating all Summer
Melting in our Hale at night
Honolulu’s city lights and swaying palm trees
Enchanted all our dreams on Lanai
Like Ukuleles playing “Bali Hai.”
HEATH/GREGG ©2021
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