No Warning

She ran to the stationFeeling no painThe party ran lateAnd so did the trainShe ran cross the tracksThe shortcut to homeShe almost made itShe let out a groanThe train couldn’t stopThe midnight expressIt couldn’t give warningThe site was a messShe now walks the tracksIn her party attireAnd runs back and forthLike a free ghostly flyer


The crackle of the radioThe sound of distant thunderThe thing that separated usLet no man put asunderWe never had a bond betweenWe never had a fightNever had much of anythingThat seemed even close to rightPeople make mistakes they sayAnd you were one of mineAnd now that you’ve gone missingIts you they’ll never find HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Radio, Music, Magic

There are few things These daysLeft to the imaginationIn this League of NationsRadio, Music, MagicSend a signal Into the AetherFor all the world to hearThere’s nothing quite so queerRadio, Music, MagicTurn your attentionTo writing songsA whole world exposedMagic head to toeRadio, Music, MagicOver here soothing elixirThat doth sooth thy soulYour imagination is goldRadio, Music, Magic

Still Life Surreal

Still life so realIts not how it seemsLife is surrealNothing concreteMy life in tonesCamera trombonesBourbon headphonesExistential JonesStep on a crackDogs that go quackTaken abackBy pulleys for snacksWish on a starMilky Way BarBlue houndstooth carSwordfish cigarWhen you’re in RomeCarry a combHead made of foamWhistles for sconesWhen you wake upFeel your new dreamLife is surrealIts not how it seems

Greystone Alien Abduction

Its boarded upAnd broken downInsane asylumIn MorristownThere have been sightingsOf UFO’sThe patients ghosts Are in the knowNext time you walkPast these hallowed gatesWhistle as you passThey’ll give you a breakJimmy didn’t whistleHe wasn’t hipHe was abductedBy the alien ship When we visited our friends in Livingston, NJ, we would always pass Greystone and it was very scary even in the middle of the day….

Candy From Hell

If the devil gave out candyIt would surely be Brach’sThat shit tastes real nastyAnd it’s harder than rocksThe same goes for WerthersAnd Whitman’s SamplerThis is the candy given outBy everyone’s old grandparentsGive me a snickersMounds or a Kit KatReal yummy candy None of that other crap This song was written based on the feelings kids had in the 60’s and when after a night…


Invasion of the ugly planetThe one man left to burnThe aliens have invaded usThey say its now their turnThey are the gorgeous humanoidsComplete with plastic skinThey want to fix our broken earthTheir work will soon beginThey don’t know hateThey don’t know greedThey sure do knowWhat this earth needs


I swear I sawA child insideHolding a flowerThey say he diedTyphoid took himWinter timeThey put dimesOn both his eyesNow there’s laughterIn this houseHad been deserted Not even a mouseThis young ladHe comes and goesThe Town of BodieA childhood ghost

The Late Arrival

We’ve been waiting for youAll these yearsPatientlyAs you posed In store windowsFor people to seeWe knew it would take timeFor you toAcquiesceTake these stepsClimb these stairsTo your eternal rest

The Curious Dr. Blackwood

Up on the bluffIn Bodie TownThe cemeteryHad disturbed groundThe body was foundDeep in a mineSubject of experimentsTo further his scienceDr. BlackwoodIn Top Hat and capeTook the midnight stageSo he could escapeHe got awayWas never foundIn the Walker RiverThey say he had drowned