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Don’t Let Dee Dee Dog You ‘Round… Again

Don't Let Dee Dee Dog You Around

 

 

 

 

Another mythic she creature… half-goddess, half-vampire, and all woman… No, wait, that was Sister Monica at St Anne’s. I didn’t go there, but I heard all about her from the my pal, who went there.

No, the Dee Dee of this song is the queen of the strip mall vamps. Beyond floozy. Beyond tramp or trollop…

previous version [Oct 10]

Don’t Let Dee Dee Dog You ‘Round

Don’t let Dee Dee dog you ’round
If you knew her old tricks you’d haul yer bones outta town
Let me share the wisdom that the pack has found
don’t let Dee Dee — dog you ’round

You’re new round here
so let me clue you in
there’s a firestorm of trouble
you’re about to jump in
her name is Deborah Dale
won’t wanna hear that again
‘Cause Dee Dee means danger — and damnable sin

We all ’round here we’ve seen it before
we pretty much know what you’ve got in store
she’ll rip out your heart and tear up your soul
there ain’t a man here in town that she can’t control
–all the same, we all love Deborah Dale

In the trailer parks
and the liquor stores
in the strip mall lounges
‘midst the strip mall mores
one light shines above all the rest
its the same flame that draws
the moths to their deaths

Don’t let Dee Dee…

A fool and his money are soon famous round here
and the vampires have radar for a fool full of beer
most suck out your money then they leave you alone
but Dee Dee don’t stop til she’s drained out your soul

We all ’round here we’ve seen it before
we pretty much know what you’ve got in store
she’ll rip out your heart and tear up your soul
there ain’t a man here in town that she can’t control
–all the same, we all love Deborah Dale

Don’t let Dee Dee dog you ’round
If you knew her old tricks you’d haul yer bones outta town
Let me share the wisdom that the pack has found
don’t let Dee Dee — dog you ’round.

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Fading Away in California

A Year of Songs Debut
Fading Away in California

There was a period when I was damn glad to have a job in a gas station in a gritty, dangerous, inner city neighborhood. One week, there were three killings on the block, two of them in the squat next to the station.

Needless, perhaps, to say, I met a lot of interesting folks from many cultures — if not all socioeconomic strata.

I was hanging on by my fingernails but at least I had a roof over my head and a car and an old guitar.

A lot of the folks around me weren’t so lucky.

It was an era that got under my skin in funny ways and opened up my suburban-bred thought processes enough that I found myself exploring the milieu in my imagination and ultimately in my music.

When I look back on my life
to see what’s comin’ next
All I see is more unpaid bills
more bad checks and auto wrecks

Won’t someone help me please
Jesus, get my feet back in the right tracks
won’t someone help me please
Can’t everyone see that this wasn’t supposed to
happen to me

I’d be fadin’ away
in the smoggy sun of Californ-i-a
If I had my Way
If I had my way

But this place got a hold on me
tighter than Alcatraz
and it ain’t got half the charm
that I’ve heard that Alcatraz has

My teeth are fallin’ out
and my liver’s going bad
my wife’s gained 500 pounds
and my daughter has been had

by every two bit piece of scum
in a low life rat bag town
that’s known for its losers
but then as my wife tells me every night as she
crawls in bed next to me
honey:

beggars can’t be choosers
we’re just natural born losers
we’ve been losing since the day we were born
we’ll be losing til the day we die

some of us was born to win
and others just to wonder why

beggars can’t be choosers…

Won’t someone help me please
Jesus, get my feet back in the right tracks
won’t someone help me please
Can’t everyone see that this wasn’t supposed to
happen to me

I’d be fadin’ away
in the smoggy sun of Californ-i-a
If I had my Way
If I had my way

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19 days on the road…

Must catch up… no time to chat now…

previous AYoS version

19 Days

Wake up pretty baby tell me what the
hell is going on … I been
on the road for 19 days
and you act like I ain’t been gone

I been thinkin’ ’bout the days
when we thought our love was true
[but] I been thinking my forever
might be better off without you

Driving 16 hours a day
gives you lots of time to think
I been thinking bout a lot of things
that could drive ya to the brink

I been thinkin’ ’bout the days…

the truck stop sign is flashing
through the window of the cab
I wake up sweating
from that same old dream I have

I been dreamin’ ’bout the days…

the little church was quiet
on a Tuesday afternoon
I sat and thought about us
until I knew what I had to do

(C)1998, TK Major

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Mouse’s Waltz

I’m late. I’m late. I’m late. For a very… ah, never mind. And, besides, that was the damn rabbit, not the mouse.

If the song below strikes you as inconsequential, sloppy even by the hyper-relaxed standards of A Year of Songs, and smacking strongly of being a hastily thrown together filler, I’m thinking you’re not as dumb as I look.

I apologize for technical and personal scheduling difficulties which have been interfering with my regular musical posts. In addition to my own schedule issues, it appears that my media hosts have been experiencing some recurring difficulties which have prevented uploads.

Thank you for your patience and understanding.

Topical Limerick…

There was an apparatchik named McClellan
who didn’t have much in his melon

For this Prez he seemed suited
but in a fake shakeup was booted

Still — he might just end up a felon

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