Know the Time
YOU’RE DEAD, AREN’T YOU?
Question was, you’re dead, aren’t you
He replied, it’s complicated
Halloween! Jacked on candy bars! sugar overdose I’m just saying
It ain’t understated
hey you kids what can I say
trick or treating stay out of my way.
Smartest thing to do, pull the covers up to my nose
pretend that knocking is just a dream
not the nightmare that I suppose
it’s my old pal Duke Black banging at the portal door
got a message from the underworld
wants to leave a pile of money and maybe more
But here’s your hat and coat and buddy, there’s the door
For sure you need a new car,
just like a dog needs bone
how about a bespoke suit, jewelry for your gal
Some other shiny bling for her, there’s no end to it now pal
it ain’t going to work,
unless you want her thinking you’re a tight-fisted jerk.
SANTA
You got bundles of dough. I’ll tell you why
I put piles of money away long before I died.
I’m Santa and I’m coming to your town.
I know when you’ve been sleeping,
I know you’re awake
I know that you are undead so don’t make that mistake
of thinking that you’re free to roam.
I gave away the cars, the mutual funds, your home
I am Santa and I’m coming to your town
NO SHORTAGE OF VA OR VOOM
No shortage of va
no shortage of voom
no shortage of men going ga ga ga
when she strolls into the room
you might think they’d be embarrassed
no more restraint than a gang of alley cats
why can’t they exert a little self-control
but they got no coins for that toll
So let me repeat baby, it’s just Nature’s Way let me repeat, baby
Ain’t no cause to stay
ALPHA OMEGA ASSET MANAGEMENT SERVICE
Alpha Omega Asset Management Service
that’s the operation where Doris sweated out her days
you ain’t got the money that they lent you?
brother you’re going to have a problem each and every day.
That’s Alpha Omega ASSET Management Service
that’s Doris on the phone and she ain’t calling you to play
mistake number: one try putting her off make some type of boneheaded excuse
mistake number two: tell her you’re busy now you call her back before the day is through
mistake number three: suggest women don’t understand, they don’t have a clue
need I say there are a couple hundred more.
my baby nails the answer and shows you out the door
and pal you’re dead that’s what I said
you’re as good as dinner and furthermore, you’re dead
ROSCOE MAKES A PULLOVER
Haha! why did I stop them?
white guys, a Mercedes, 28 miles per hour
Could say it was curiosity or maybe just because I have the power
in the back seat three amigos hablan
But what’s the total story?
it’s not so easy to see,
Ha! why did I stop them driving 28 miles per hour?
curiosity and because I have the power
Tthen I spotted my old pal Fatman, holding down the passenger sea
Said it’s come down to this now, brother
you’re trafficking aliens on my beat.
said he, it’s complicated but we can cut you in on the deal,
Give me a few minutes to describe here the real deal
Anything Ever Over?
I thought you were deead dead dead
Sthaet’s what Doris said
Angels of death
Had a handle on you
Dead dead dead
I thought we were through
To which Foris replied
Baby that sosunds unkind
You’re feeling hurt she said
I really don’t mind
Angels of death
Had a handle on you.
Dead dead dead
I was sure we were through
Nothing’s so simple,
Nothing works so fast
Even death
wwe don’t know that it lansts
Maybe I was dead
Maybe I’m undead now
Which side is winning
I don’t know how to see into the future
Sort it from the past
No way to tell what’s going to last
AM I REALLY HERE?
Am I really here? what does that even mean?
Could just as well be a pile
of cauliflower walking down the grocery aisle
I don’t bother to ask, Hey Brother am I really here?
Space and time and gravity,
baby, up and down
constantly take for granted the fundamentalist,
can’t turn your whole life upside down
but nonetheless am I really here?
what about heaven, what about hell?
No way to know what’s really going on
doesn’t seem to be any way to tell
If you’re just singing with the Heavenly Choir
on the other hand is that what I desire?
Am I really here?
SEX FEAR GUNPOWDER
Sex fear gunpowder, we’re talking boom boom boom
sex fear gunpowder, one way ticket to the tomb
in terms of excitement it’s tough to beat.
those pounding teeth, that chattering
next step is a heart attack,
sex fear gunpowder, we’re talking boom boom boom
I got a bunch of holes in my red wool suit
shot from the end of the bed.
add sex, fear and gunpowder
my life headed down the drain.
she screamed, you’re dead mother fucker! I said you don’t need to gloat,
about those four bullet holes in my red wool coat
GONNA BE HUGE
This is gonna be huge
Jumbo size, hear what I say
Look out now sailor
Stay out of my way
Got a concept
Got a plan
Dudes in the underworld know I’n their man
No way around it. This is gonna be huge
Got your past, got your present
Needlesw to say, you got your now
Get your mind around that
Youu’ll be shouting wow
Gonna be huge, holding the patent
For the whole plabet
Talking about money
Making out like bandits
The long and short
This is gonna be huge
This is gonna be huge
THE REAL THING
It’s the real thing
The real thing baby
Not talking about coke a cola
Oncase you doubt
Fizz ain’t in the bottle
Cap ain’t on the top
Rea; toing baby
That
S what I’m talking about.
From the moment of birth
Til the moment of death
Everything in between
Let’s stop and reflect
On the mark you might have made
The chances you werre given
The real thing let’s you knowtht you were living
Loving wife
Hapy kidsmarketss of things you did
Let you know tht you were living
The real thing baby, the real real thing
Where’s the evidence?
Where’s the evidence?
Way the cops are acting
Evidence, ain’t really lacking
Got the body
Got the knife in the back
The knife that came
From my kitchen rack
How many guys would go for murdering Duke
Let’s just say, it wasn’t a fluke
He sprung a lot of perps
Who were back out on the street
The kind of characters
You would’t care to meet
Question is,
Where’s the evidence
Question is, where’s the evidence
Don’t make no sense
Unless you got more evidence
Nazi delivery
He was. aaNazi with a paper route
driving a black Mercedes
Innocent? I had my doubts
As prromised I found him dead
upon my walk
as far as living goes I guessed
he wouldn’t be coming back
Counted the days
to Arties demise
as it turned out
it wasn’t a surprise
timely deemise
it never looks that way
everybody thins
they could use another day
Maybe lie ain’t so grand
maybe you always could do worse
if that’s how you feel
maybe you’ve been cursed
think about poor artie
bearing the burden of his crimes
executing the innocent;
couldn’t say his life was fine
all the same he’s struggling o,
No matter what ou might say
everybody thinks they could use another day
tricks of the dead
they got abilities
date of expiration
they can tell you if they please
month, the hours, the day, the years
they dead can tell you when you’lld disappear.
DEATH GETS IN THE WAY
Death gets in life’s way. No arguing with that
Cancer, a stroke, maybe a heart attack
Next thing you know your thoughts I’ll leave your head
the truth is you got to recognize is Jack you’re dead.
If you do when the time was coming though
the month the week and day,
you could make plans for the future
the time you got left anyway.
give away the money
make amends with those you’ve wronged
live the days left patiently
try to get along
if you knew when the time was coming,the month, the week, the day
you could make plans for the future
the time you got left anyway
BLACK BOOK
It’s my little black book
full of numbers so many there
I can possibly remember
mostly old friends
and a few old enemies
what happened to most of them
I really can’t say that’s clear to me
so much is lost in time
my life barely feels
like it’s mine
to name one an instance
who was Jacqueline Johnson
who was Suzanne Marlow
truth of the matter is I just don’t know
guessing it was a one night
tussle in the sack
ain’t no getting that time back
my little black book
filled with numbers, dog-eared, thumb-threaded,
torn tattered like a graveyard of memories
memories of the guy I used to be
ARTIE TIMELY DEMISE
Artie: a timely demise?
it never looks tht way
everybody thinks
they cvould use another day
maybe life ain’t so great
but you could alwys do worse
if you don’t feel that ay,
maybe you been ursed
think abouot poor artie
carrying the burden of his crimes
executing the innocent
couldn’t say his life was fine
all the same he’s struggling on
no matter how much he got wrong
SMACKED
Cement truck 45 miles an hour
Gonna be a nasty accident
Obliteration, that’s what I’m talking bout
Ain’t gonna be a cosmetic dent
Gas on the pavement, Flames in the trees
Somebody pass the barbecue sauce please
Tickles your nose, the smell of burning meat
Too bad he’s road kill, frying in the street
Emts, cop cars, fire trucks
Leo finally ran into a patch of bad luck
Can’t argue with.this kind of cosmic deal
The dead don’t care how you feel
Bom bom bom….Date of expiration
Tough luck Leo
It’s. Permanent vacation
ROOT OF ALL EVIL
Root of all evil, that’s what Doris said
talking about money, mayybe dollar bills, stocks or bonds instead .
You think it’s going to free you from a life of misery
but stuff too much in your pocket and then you’re going to see
Suddenly you got more friends
than you ever had before. It’s no easy job to push them out the door.
Talking about money, the root of all evil my friend
alking about money, don’t make your troubles end.
Never be finished. Buy a more expensive home
For sure you need a new car,
just like a dog needs bone
how about a bespoke suit, jewelry for your gal
Some other shiny bling for her, there’s no end to it now pal
it ain’t going to work,
unless you want her thinking you’re a tight-fisted jerk.
POOR ARTIE
What’s long enough?
It only looks that way; everybody thinks they could use another day.
maybe life ain’t so great but you could always do worse
and if you don’t feel that way then maybe you’ve been cursed
Think about for Artie carrying the burden of his crimes
executing the innocent;
couldn’t say his life was fine
all the same he’s struggling o,
No matter what ou might say
everybody thinks they could use another day
A FEW HUNDRED LIES
She told a few hundred lies
by the time she was done even I was surprised
Leo, a king, a giant among men don’t try to beat him,
brother don’t even think you can
grip like a vice, gaze that could pore through granite,
no more intimidating dude here on the planet
how many children did he sire?
well who can count? Nobody knows the true amount
The Ancients began to gather, arguing along themselves,
Symphony of blabber, said, listen here or else,
we’re going to adjust what’s wrong with history.
Video do for an accident, as you’re going to see
Dead is a doornail
Roasted like a shish kabob
no more miles on the odometer
he’s just a burned up blob
Abraham Lincoln
Abraham Lincoln pulled up a chair
Said, anybody sitting there
Hey honest Abe, always room for you
But what you doing here. What did you do
Brother let me tell you
It’s a lot to explain
But the truth is eternity
Ain’t a fair game
I’m telling you pal in all modesty
Why I landed here, it Ian’t clear to me
I freed the slaves
Ain’t that enough
Plus as I recall I did some other stuff
But George Washington’s here
Same for mother teresa
Not to mention milk
And Julius Caesar
Lots of other folks
That nobody knew
Got stuck here once
Their living days were through
TEN THOUSAND SMACKERS
10,000 smackers,
that’s how the check read
token of Jen’s gratitude,
one part money, the other part paid in bed
she said that was the very least she could do
Tangled in the sheets, naturally I smelled trouble
It would be so easy to say no.
Afraid I’m not living in a bubble
of sanctimony, good intentions,
some other attributes that I could mention
oh yeah,
I should keep my head screwed on straight
but that’s so very hard to do
given that impossibility, this is the best that I can do
TEMPTATION
I heard about temptation,
about all the things money can bring
heard about temptation
in the end I don’t think it means a thing
Then Doris asks me, baby if you don’t need nothing what you need more for?
says I, it’s not about the diamonds, the gold, the bling
It’s about some of those other things that a pile of Jacksons can bring
I’m a provider baby, I can take care of you
I’m proving my love with all the little things I do
SMACKED
Cement truck 45 miles an hour
Gonna be a nasty accident
Obliteration, that’s what I’m talking bout
Ain’t gonna be a cosmetic dent
Gas on the pavement, Flames in the trees
Somebody pass the barbecue sauce please
Tickles your nose, the smell of burning meat
Too bad he’s road kill, frying in the street
Emts, cop cars, fire trucks
Leo finally ran into a patch of bad luck
Can’t argue with.this kind of cosmic deal
The dead don’t care how you feel
Bom bom bom….Date of expiration
Tough luck Leo
It’s. Permanent vacation
I’M A MAN
I’m a man
boom boom boom boom
I thought I’d mentioned
in case you forgot
all about my intentions
a touch of swagger
some rock and roll
trying to reach down into my soul
let me ask you
how do you let the world know
you’ve got to show that crowd
that you’re still in control
You ain’t been worried,
you ain’t afraid
Money in the bank,
your debts have all been paid
open your mouth
ain’t foolishness
come on now baby
just give me a kiss
ain’t God forever
got no time to wait
one thing for certain
ain’t no time to hesitate,
THODSE MY SHOES
CODA NO YEAH
What is the question I asked?
You know, you know, Pimlipper said.
The question is when will I be dead?
Will I fall over in a heap?
Or will I find that death slips up the walkway
Opens the door,
sits on the edge of my bed and says there ain’t much more
so ask yourself now,
was this the best I could do?
Tick tick tick, throw in a little tock
Because you are headed for one last walk
Tick tick tock
but you’ve got to tell me now
What’s at the end of that road?
Is there such a thing as nothing?
The idea of makes my head nearly explode
I say yeah or should I say
no no yeah no yeah
is that all we can do?