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From "Wait For it"
available at CD Baby
WAITING HALF THE NIGHT
Somewhere over the Rainbow Bar and Grill
There’s a party going on up in the hills.
In the parking lot beneath the Roxy lights
Danny’s trying hard to score. He’ll be waiting half the night.

Cars accessorize patent leather streets,
And the air is alive with a million different beats.
From Deadman’s Curve down to Sunset and Vine,
The angels keep their watch from the Hollywood sign.

I’m hanging on for better days to come along,
A few more hours until the rays ignite the dawn.
I’m trying hard to see how my life’s supposed to be,
Burning up my energy until it’s gone.

I’m hanging on for better days to come along,
A few more hours until the rays ignite the dawn.
So, I hopscotch through the bars, play connect the dots with stars,
Watching night evaporate from my front lawn.

Somewhere over the Rainbow Bar and Grill
There’s a party going on up in the hills.
In the parking lot beneath the Roxy lights
Danny’s trying hard to score. He’ll be waiting half the night.
He’ll be waiting half the night.
(P. DiPuccio)

SPARE TIME
I’m sitting by the phone in the crease of my bed,
Your last conversation still fresh in my head.
I’m reading anything to get my mind off of you.
It’s been like this since you went away,
Making up chores just to get through the day.
I’m going crazy, but what can I do? 

I’ve heard it said that when it rains, it pours.
Don’t it seem to be a curse?
Like putting salt into an open wound,
It only makes the matter worse.

It’s the spare time. I’m hanging on.
Seems like everything’s gone wrong.
I’m trying hard to be strong.
It’s the spare time, when I’m about to fall,
That ends up keeping me on call.
The spare time, that drives me up the wall.

Well, I do what I can to keep occupied,
But it’s kind of tough when my hands are tied.
You call the shots, and these bonds you won’t break.
Am I a righteous fool, or just a simple jerk
Believing that it could possibly work?
Is this a test, baby, to see how much I can take?

I tell myself it’s just a passing phase,
And wonder if you even care.
But, I’ve been blinded by a ray of hope,
And I’m not going anywhere.

It’s the spare time. I’m hanging on.
It seems like everything’s gone wrong.
I’m trying hard to be strong.
It’s the spare time, when I’m about to crawl,
That ends up keeping me on call.
The spare time, that drives me up the wall.

Well, I’d go out walkin’ through my neighborhood,
And I’d practice my guitar so much hoping someday I might be good.
(P. DiPuccio)

DON’T WANT A GIRL WHO’S BEEN WITH JACK
(AKA “Jack”)
Pretty girl gave me the eye.
I was restless, kind of shy.
Over drinks, we two, 
She mentioned someone I knew.
It threw me off the track.
Don’t want a girl who’s been with Jack.

At every party, Jack’s a hit.
He’s good looking, I’ll admit.
Smooth, and sly,
You’re his…then goodbye.
He ain’t coming back.
Don’t want a girl who’s been with Jack.

My choice of dates is getting slim.
There’s not a single place
Jack hasn’t been.

If you approve
When he makes his move,
It’s your choice I see, 
But stay away from me,
‘Cause I ain’t down with that.
Don’t want a girl who’s been with Jack.
(P. DiPuccio)

CARNIVAL OF FOOLS
Eddie stormed straight into his bedroom,
Started playing his guitar,
Wrote a song about rebellion, and reaching for the sky;
Rifled through the pages of some local ‘zine,
Slipped on his leather jacket, and told his parents as he ran by.

“You live your life as though you’ve got tomorrow,
Take no chances and break no rules.
You’d beg, kill, steal or borrow
To catch a ride in that carnival of fools.”

Through the streets of revolution
Whistled winds of infamy;
Scribbled manifestos on some corridor.
Eddie stopped for a moment, then marched along;
Not wanting to heed the words of those who had gone before 
Who said…
“You live your life as though you’ve got tomorrow,
Take no chances and break no rules.
You’d beg, kill, steal or borrow
To catch a ride in that carnival of fools.”

The young and innocent
See things as they are,
Touch the universe,
Never question how far.

Eddie crawled straight into the bedroom,
Peeled off his coat and tie.
His wife, home from the office, took him by the hand.
They turned up an oldies station and danced eye to eye,
Drowning out the noise of their daughter’s favorite band
Who said…
“You live your life as though you’ve got tomorrow,
Take no chances and break no rules.
You’d beg, kill, steal or borrow
To catch a ride in that carnival of fools,
Carnival of fools,
Carnival of fools.
(P.DiPuccio)

THE OTHER SIDE OF YOU
Let’s skip the preliminaries,
Cheap bouquets, covered cherries.
Jump into the comfort zone
Where we can finally be
Accustomed to a duel tone,
At ease within the great unknown;
Deserts, oceans and the prairies,
Dividing you and me. 

Caught in a current, being pulled along,
Wondering if I’ll ever make it through.
Darkness giving way to the rising of the dawn,
Take me to the other side. 
Take me to the other side of you.

Breaking out into the clear,
Dissipation of our fears,
Distillation of intent 
Remain after the start.
All the useless times we’ve spent
Waiting on some grand event,
Minutes flowing over years,
Covering the heart.

Caught in a current, being pulled along,
Wondering if I’ll ever make it through.
Darkness giving way to the rising of the dawn,
Take me to the other side. 
Take me to the other side of you. 

I’ll pick you up when the moon is high.
Violet diamonds in the sky
Hang a moment on a line.
We will not forget
Conversations by design,
Futuristic valentine;
Softer than a lullaby,
Or a silhouette.

Caught in a current, being pulled along,
Wondering if I’ll ever make it through.
Darkness giving way to the rising of the dawn,
Take me to the other side. 
Take me to the other side of you.
(P. DiPuccio)

SET ME ON FIRE
Look for inspiration all around
In what you hear and see,
And you will find the pleasures in old treasures of the
Sound advice of ones who know it all
Lying through their years,
So free yourself from preventions and conventions.

Sometimes words can light a flame,
Take away our shame, ‘til only truth remains

Set me on fire. Watch me burn.
Too far-gone, you think I would have learned.
Consumed by infinite desire
Set me on fire.

They are bound to wonder why you question them
With all your anarchy, 
And end up medicated and sedated on the 
Ground up promises of nothingness and security.
So, raise your voice above the noise and choices

Sometimes words can light a flame,
Take away the blame, ‘til only truth remains.

Set me on fire and watch me burn.
Too far-gone, you think I would have learned.
Consumed by infinite desire
Set me on fire.
(DiPuccio/Hodson)

KISS THAT GIRL AWAY
Hey! My baby said goodbye just the other day outside the corner store.
Never, gave a reason why. Now, I’m in disarray as I stagger through the door.
I’ve got to get my mind off what we were.
Gonna take a million women to get over losing her.
Okay, these things I can’t deny.
Nothing more to say.
Gonna kiss that girl, gonna kiss that girl, gonna kiss that girl away.

They told me not to cry, give her hell to pay, take time to explore.
Forever, until your heart runs dry, act without delay ‘cause it’s love and nothing more.
Through the daze it’s all becoming clear,
With each and every kiss my feelings disappear.
Okay, these things I can’t deny.
Nothing more to say.
Gonna kiss that girl, gonna kiss that girl, gonna kiss that girl away..
(P. DiPuccio)

SOMETHING BETTER COMING SOON
The ending of another day and the sunset fades away.
The valley lights open up in an electrical display.
Energized by the moon, I start to write a different tune.
One of hope because I feel something better coming soon.

Something, something, something better coming soon.
Something, something, something better coming soon.

Pressing hard against the wall after giving it my all.
Cracks begin to appear. Is it about to fall?
And the past was so unsure, always insecure.
Now my vision is defined, so crystalline and pure.

Something, something, something better coming soon.
Something, something, something better coming

Soon to be a major movie 
Star shines brightly piercing through me
Down the stares of disbelief
Captured like a fallen thief

The ending of another day and the sunset fades away.
The valley lights open up in an electrical display
Energized by the moon, I start to write a different tune.
One of hope because I feel something better coming soon.

Something, something, something better coming soon
Something, something, something better coming soon
(P.DiPuccio)

SHE’S NOT THE GIRL FOR ME
In the pain I’m standing on the corner of heartbreak and wine.
And though I miss the busses home, I’d still do it every time.
Spend this last quarter saving this love, but I only want sympathy.
Through blurry eyes I realize she’s not the girl for me.

Some folks, they don’t know their limit, and they go completely overboard,
Riding ‘round in Lamborghinis when they only really needed a Ford
Just to satisfy some kinda itch that will never, ever let them be.
And, though I can’t get her off my mind, she’s not the girl for me.

Well, she calls me up and melts me.
We get together for old time’s sake.
But, this cat’s running out of lives, 
And he don’t know how much he can take.

Maybe it’s her perfume,
Or maybe it’s the clothes she wears,
That makes me go on fooling myself
Pretending she still cares

Next time you want to say “hello,” just pop into the lost and found.
Might be a little bit dusty from being trampled in the ground.
But, I’ll brush myself off like I always do after a casualty,
And swear I’m never going back again, ‘cause she’s not the girl for me.
She’s not the girl for me.
She’s not the girl for me.
(DiPuccio/Oakland)

EXPECTATIONS
There’s a feeling crashing down on me.
Expectations become uncertainty.
I/can see/It’s not us,
It’s either you or me.

There’s no way of knowing.
Everybody is coming or going.
What can you do for me?
Is this the way it’s got to be?

Got my picture hanging from your wall
Expectations, you told me that you’d call.
I/Should know/It’s nowhere
We haven’t been before.

I can feel the box out.
No chance to speak before you start to shout
What can you do for me?
Is this the way it’s got to be?
(solo)
What can you do for me?
Is this the way it’s got to be?

There’s a feeling crashing down on me.
Expectations become uncertainty.

Can see
It’s not us
It’s either you or me.
There’s no way of knowing.
Everybody is coming or going.
There’s no way. There’s no way of knowing.
Everybody is coming or going.
(DiPuccio/Centeno)

DON’T TALK ABOUT LOVE
He says “Hi.” She says “Sure.” He asks what’s her pleasure.
On and on ‘til it’s total confusion.
He thinks yes. She don’t know. Her passion won’t grow.
All and all it’s a noble delusion.

Don’t get upset. I tried to phone ya.
Just give me Lady Brett in Barcelona.

Love, love, love;
Don’t talk about love, love, love.
Don’t talk about love, love, love.
I don’t want to know.
Don’t talk about love, love, love,
‘cause I don’t want to know.

I love you. Like hell I do.
Fades like some old tattoo,
Leaving you grasping for the ring.
A loser, a liar, the object of your desire;
Another twenty-four carat on a string.

A tall, dark, and handsome Casanova,
Becomes Othello, and you’re his Desdemona.

Love, love, love;
Don’t talk about love, love, love.
Don’t talk about love, love, love.
I don’t want to know.

(solo)

Don’t talk about love, love, love.
Don’t talk about love, love, love.
Don’t talk about love, love, love
I don’t want to know.
I don’t want to know.
(P. DiPuccio)


WAKE UP
Wake up, my brothers. Listen to the sound.
Open your eyes. Take a look around.
Get up; get up out of bed.
Are you going to waste your life away, 
‘til all your friends are dead?

Wake up, my brothers. What are you going to do?
They had their chances. Now it’s up to you 
To finish a job left incomplete.
The battle boys are calling.
They’re forming in the street.

Wake up. How much will it take,
Wake up. Until you finally break?
When you think you’ve had enough,
Smell the poison in your cup, and wake up.

Watching the madness on the screen.
Look for the dangers that lie unseen.
The truth, lies and compromise in between

Wake up, my brothers. There’s a world out there.
Make yourself heard. Show ‘em you’re aware.
Better educate your mind.
Don’t you know that while you’re sleeping
They’re out to rob you blind.

Wake up. If you run away and hide
Wake up. You’re committing suicide.
The times are getting tough 
Are you ready to erupt. Wake up.

When you think you’ve had enough, 
‘cause times are getting tough.
We’re ready to erupt.
Smell the poison in your cup.
And Wake up!
(P. DiPuccio)
From "Tales of Drunkenness and Cruelty"
available at CD Baby
GOT NO REASON
While I sit and reflect on how I did not object to your abusing me
You've got no right for the lines you recite so accusingly.
I can't see why you look at me with those empty eyes.
So, leave me alone. We're in a battle zone. Will you just cut the lies?

You've got no reason, but you've got nerve.
You've got no reason. You'll get what you deserve.

When you needed a ride, I was there to provide a way for you.
Still, you're giving me flack. Just get off my back. You're way overdue.
I won't tell you again. The begging, my friend, ain't gonna help you now.
You're too far along and the friends are all gone who cared anyhow.

You've got no reason, but you've got nerve.
You've got no reason. You'll get what you deserve.

Nowhere to run. The damage is done.
You've been found out. You'd better drink your own poison.
I'm not the one you can put up on a shelf.
You're lucky that you can still talk to yourself.

While I sit and reflect on how I did not object to your abusing me
You've got no right for the lines you recite so accusingly.
I can't see why you look at me with those empty eyes.
So, leave me alone. We're in a battle zone. Will you just cut the lies?

You've got no reason. But, you've got nerve.
You've got no reason. You'll get what you deserve.
(DiPuccio/Prado)

I'M NOT SORRY
I'm not sorry for the drinks I drunk.
I'm not sorry for the thinks I thunk.
I'm not sorry if I have to stare.
I'm not sorry, and I don't care.

No use explainin' any struggle and strife.
I ain't complaining 'bout my family life,
Or about the clothes I wear.
I'm not sorry, and I don't care.

Don't need a therapist to tell you who you are.
You've got your confessions, but I've got this guitar.

I'm not sorry for the drinks I drunk.
I'm not sorry for the thinks I thunk.
What about my savoir faire?
I'm not sorry, and I don't care.

Don't need a therapist to tell you who you are.
You've got your confessions, but I've got this guitar.

I'm not sorry for the one night stands.
I'm not sorry I don't shake your hand.
You're as obsolete as beige Corvair.
I'm not sorry, and I don't care.

I'm not sorry, and I don't care.
I'm not sorry, and I don't care.
(DiPuccio/Knight)

LISTEN TO ME, NOW
Been days, no call. End up talking to the wall.
Feel cold without you to pull me through.
I write these words with hand upon my brow,
And, I might be heard if you'd listen to me. Listen to me, now.

The anger starts to rise,
When I think of your good byes.

About to explode, tell the word just how I feel.
Ready to unload the pain I don't reveal.
If I had a way to get to you somehow,
I could face the day, if you'd listen to me. Listen to me, now.

The nights go on and on.
And, I wish I could be strong.

Why don't I just come out once and scream it?
You'd turn my words to dust, like I didn't mean it.

I've summoned up the nerve. Gonna put it all in place,
if my courage doesn't swerve and run off in disgrace.
If I had a way to get to you somehow,
I could face the day, if you'd listen to me. Listen to me, now.

The anger starts to rise,
When I think of your good byes.

Listen to me, now. Listen to me, now. Listen to me, now
(P. DiPuccio)

IT'S LATER THAN YOU THINK
I used to get up for school and crawl back into bed.
Used to let the dreams run back through my head.
And a voice inside was calling from somewhere deep within.
Always had a lot to do, but I just could not begin.

It's later than you think it is. It's later than you think it is.
It's later than you think it is.
It's later than you ever thought it could be.

Plotted out my life though you'd never know it.
Felt the light inside but I'd never show it.
Watched chances come and go, and wrote a lot of songs.
Wandered every dead end street, aching to belong.

It's later than you think it is. It's later than you think it is.
It's later than you think it is.
It's later than you ever thought it could be.

There was always something missing deep inside.
Tried to run as fast as I could, but I just couldn't hide.

Had a lot of dreams when we were young.
Gonna change the world, but it never was done.
The flags of discontent, did they all go up in smoke?
'Cause when I turn the TV on, I know it's not a joke..

It's later than you think it is (eight times)
It's later than you ever thought. Later than you ever thought.
Later than you ever thought it could be.
(DiPuccio /Knight)

DRINKIN' MYSELF TO SLEEP
I get up in the morning with my head tied up in knots.
Work my life away in some stupid concrete box.
There're a billion things to do, and I'm living by the clock.
And, all around are fools worried 'bout what they ain't got.

I'm drinkin' myself to sleep. There's no harm in counting sheep,
'cause while I'm awake I'm in trouble deep.
Yes, I'm drinking myself to sleep.

The telephone keeps ringing and the landlord's on my case.
My family has disowned me. They call me a disgrace.
Got car repairs a-plenty. Think I'll check out of this race.
All of these back taxes can get out of my face.

I'm drinkin' myself to sleep. There's no harm in counting sheep,
'cause while I'm awake I'm in trouble deep.
Yes, I'm drinking myself to sleep.

Well, I understand completely that we've all got fields to plow.
Don't feel like I'm coming off as lowlier than thou.
People got their own way to get along somehow.
But, don't think twice momma, 'cause it's all over now.

There's a Witness at the front porch, and yard work in the back.
Hell, there's no safe place I can run where I'm not under attack.
Don't you look at me 'cause can't you see there is always this and that.
But, I've time enough for one more swig before I hit the sack.

I'm drinkin' myself to sleep. There's no harm in counting sheep,
'cause while I'm awake I'm in trouble deep.
Yes, I'm drinking myself to sleep.
(P. DiPuccio)

LITTLE REACTION
Suicide note on his bed,
Joey put the barrel to his head,
Took another sip of his gin,
And waited 'til his wife came in.

She walked in the room, then ran into his arms.
He said he didn't want to cause her alarm.
She asked what had hurt him so.
He said, "How could you ever know?"

He had to be the main attraction, 
Just desperate for a little reaction; just a little reaction.

Looking for an answer, maybe a lie
in the fidget of a digit, or an eye.
Timeless silence, nervous race,
Hesitation, then surrendered embrace.

Everybody's got their own little game,
Playing it out for some kind of fame.
Or, maybe it's hatred disguised as love.
And maybe it's feelings we're not sure of.

But, nothing else gives the satisfaction, 
Like anything for a little reaction, just a little reaction.

Whatever it takes to get a little reaction; just a little reaction.
(P. DiPuccio)
HERE I GO
Conspiracy! I knew the time would come
Just as expected. How could I be so dumb?
Common interests will be my downfall.
I should be protective, ‘cause after all

It seems to happen between my friends,
I introduce them, and in the end

Here I go, stuck in the middle,
Here I go, stuck in the middle,
Here I go, stuck in the middle again.

Try being helpful, I ought to know by now
The art of regulation, and what I should allow.
When combinations appear to fit
The situation, I lose control of it.

Each move I make I must defend
My every action, and in the end

Here I go, stuck in the middle,
Here I go, stuck in the middle,
Here I go, stuck in the middle again.

I hear The Voice but I will not consent
To get all worked up over something I should have tried to prevent.

It’s coming soon. I’ll see the time arrive
To take up sides along the Great Divide.
No matter what, there’s no way I can win.
I’d stop myself, but where do I begin?

I’m not surprised when every trend
Fuses together, and in the end

Here I go, stuck in the middle,
Here I go, stuck in the middle,
Here I go, stuck in the middle again
(P. DiPuccio)

MY SLICE OF LIFE
The girl upstairs is at it again.
I wonder when it’s ever going to end.
My neighbor’s cool, but way too loud.
When I come home, there’s always a crowd.

My slice of life I give to you.
Do with it what you want to do.
I’m old enough to know by now
It doesn’t matter anyhow.

Drive past the avenues and the heights.
Work through the day and practice at night.
Down the news with a shot of scotch.
Or read a book when there’s nothing to watch.

My slice of life I give to you.
Do with it what you want to do.
I’m old enough to know by now
It doesn’t matter anyhow.

Poor, rich, and middle people,
Big stars and little people
All have their stories to tell.
Interviews in magazines, selling books on TV screens,
Guess I might as well.

My slice of life I give to you.
Do with it what you want to do.
I’m old enough to know by now.

My slice of life for all to see,
Strip away the mystery.
I’m old enough to know by now.
It doesn’t matter anyhow
(DiPuccio/Hodson)

QUEER FASCINATION
Saw your face in a magazine,
Visions of you in my head
Taking me back to what might have been
To things that I wish I had said
It’s a queer fascination
It’s a queer fascination

Prophets and poets use words like knives
They don’t leave nothing behind
Turn up the soundtrack of our lives
That pounds like a drum in my mind
It’s a queer fascination
It’s a queer fascination

Reaching for a state of grace
In your place there’s a space
I was only being clever
You can say my life’s a waste
Well, it’s only a matter of taste
Nothing really lasts forever. Forever

The one who has gone, well I never had
Should have done something instead
Of spending my time always feeling bad
My love, has it really gone dead?
It’s a queer fascination
It’s a queer fascination

Now that it’s over, said, and done
How could you just go away
And leave me stranded alone in the sun
Fading along with the day?
It’s a queer fascination
It’s a queer fascination
(DiPuccio/White/DiLeva)

ALL HUNG UP
You call me on the phone
To talk about the weather
When I want to be alone
To get myself together.
But I’m all hung up on the telephone line.
All hung up on the telephone line.

On the telephone line/I’m not answering any more,
On the telephone line/Got other things to do.
On the telephone line/You’re fading out. The reception’s poor.
On the telephone line/Am I getting through?

Connections that we make
Bind us to a tether,
Are difficult to break,
And seem to last forever
But I’m all hung up on the telephone line.
All hung up on the telephone line

On the telephone line/I’m not answering any more,
On the telephone line/Got other things to do.
On the telephone line/You’re fading out. The reception’s poor.
On the telephone line/Am I getting through?

We can break away any time we feel.
Learn to face the day, look for something real.

You call me on the phone
To talk about whatever
When I want to be alone
To get myself together.
But I’m all hung up on the telephone line.

On the telephone line/I’m not answering any more,
On the telephone line/Got other things to do.
On the telephone line/You’re fading out. The reception’s poor.
On the telephone line/Am I getting through?

On the telephone line/Did we finally lose control?
On the telephone line/Closer to the end?
On the telephone line/Have we sacrificed our soul?
On the telephone line/with every word we send?
(DiPuccio/White/DiLeva)

HOLIDAY
Lyin’ in bed, heard a raindrop fall
Shadows climbin’ up a crack in the wall
Down the alley, connections meet
Homeless huddle in boxes at the end of the street.
I woke up this morning dreaming of you
Sometimes that’s what it takes to pull me through

My little, my little holiday
Thoughts of you take me far away
From the coldness of the city where everything is grey
You’re my holiday

People go sailing around the world
Exotic places with flags unfurled
Roll me in your arms I’m on the seven seas
Whisper in my ear, like a tropical breeze
I woke up this morning dreaming of you
Sometimes that’s what it takes to pull me through

When fears blow against my window like a hurricane
With a prayer you’re standing there
Over and over, but only in my mind again.
(P. DiPuccio)
From "3 Item Combo"
available at CD Baby
WHAT’S WRONG WITH THAT?
You looked so frantic when you said goodbye.
Arrividercci, see you ‘round.
Apologies? I wouldn’t even try
To kill the freedom I had found.

All of the years spent swallowing my pride
Watered the anger filling up inside.
Break through, unsatisfied.

What’s wrong with that? I need to know.
There’s the door, if you want to go.
I can’t hold back, got to let my feelings show.
That’s where I’m at. What’s wrong with that?

I knew a man with a heart of gold
Who rarely ever spoke his mind
The day he dared to get a little bold
His so-called friends left him behind.

All of the years spent swallowing my pride
Watered the anger filling up inside.
Break through, unsatisfied.

What’s wrong with that? I need to know.
There’s the door, if you want to go.
I can’t hold back, got to let my feelings show.
That’s where I’m at. What’s wrong with that?

Your talk of understanding was it just a joke
From someone so demanding, who wouldn’t listen before I spoke?

If there’s something that you’ve got to say,
better just to let it out,
Than carry it with you every single day,
dragged down by the weight of doubt.

All of the years spent swallowing my pride
Watered the anger filling up inside.
Break through, unsatisfied.

What’s wrong with that? I need to know.
There’s the door, if you want to go.
Can’t hold back, got to let my feelings show.
That’s where I’m at. What’s wrong with that?
(P. DiPuccio)

ANGRY LITTLE MAN
Uptight Wanna fight
All bark No bite
Looking ready to ignite
Like a stick of dynamite

Short fuse miscues
Nothing but bad news
He likes to abuse
Don’t question his views
He goes about his business the only way he can,
But to everyone around he’s just an angry little man
Saturday to Friday
Hell on the highway
He’s gonna make ‘em pay
GET OUT OF MY WAY!

Snapback Out of whack
Egomaniac
Reaches for another pack
Fast track heart attack
He goes about his business the only way he can,
But to everyone around he’s just an angry little man
Holding him while he’s sleeping, the tension seems to evaporate.
She’s the only one he trusts enough to melt his icy stare of hate.

Standing in line
People wasting his time
Pissed off by design
Things are never, ever fine

Fueled on by pain
Call him insane
No time to explain
Why he’s full of distain
And throughout all history, since the world began
the scared and the small become authoritarian.
He goes about his business the only way he can,
but to everyone around he’s just an angry little man.
(P. DiPuccio)

SERAPHINA WHY
What’s the situation going on between you and me?
Some communication could help avoid a tragedy.
He said. She said. I want to know what’s going on.
Instead we’re lead to wonder what went wrong.

Waiting for an answer, could keep us up for days.
We’re taking a chance, here, before we go our separate ways.
I’ve not forgot the things you told me out of spite;
Those stark remarks that crossed the bitter with the bite.

Seraphina why did you say goodbye?
As all the answers disappear into the blue
Seraphina stay to try another day
Or will you fly away like all the angels do?

We stand in the balance, between reaction and self-control,
With all our talents, and just a fraction of our soul.
One sudden move, one fatal slip, and we may fall.
The gravity of consequence could end it all.

Seraphina why did you say goodbye?
As all the answers disappear into the blue
Seraphina stay to try another day
Or will you fly away like all the angels do?

There comes a time when you’ll know
If you’re staying on, or letting go.

Seraphina why did you say goodbye?
As all the answers disappear into the blue
Seraphina stay to try another day
Or will you fly away like all the angels do?
(P. DiPuccio)

FULL BLOWN LOVE ATTACK
The city shimmered like a snakeskin suit
On a club-hoppin’, be-boppin’ kind of night,
When a black - haired beauty looking oh so cute
Smiled at me pulling up to the light.
One moment of time suspended in an unending note
And the chance I’d ever meet her became more and more remote,

But, that’s fine. It’s enough for me to know
It’s o.k. to take pleasures as I go
Stay away from all the flack
Of a full blown, flesh tone, love attack.

I darted my way to the heart of the town
To catch the beat of the street at a local bar
Some friends of mine were a-layin’ it down
When I saved some cutie from a smashed guitar.
She held me close and thanked me, then ran off to her man,
And I settled for going backstage to hang out with the band,

But, that’s fine. It’s enough for me to know
It’s o.k. to take pleasures as I go
Stay away from all the flack
Of a full blown, flesh tone, love attack.

I hit the door as they swept the floor
And we said our last goodbyes.

Driving through the morning alive and amplified
Down a half - deserted freeway, felt so good inside.

But, that’s fine. It’s enough for me to know
It’s o.k. to take pleasures as I go
Stay away from all the flack
Of a full blown, flesh tone, love attack.
(P. DiPuccio)

BAD TATTOO
You got a bad tattoo on your arm
With his slick, black, words and his piercing charm
He’s got his heart’s needle stuck in you
Well, Honey, what’s you doin’ with that bad tattoo?

So, you thought you’d stake your claim to a dangerous type
But you fell into a trap by believing the hype
That still waters run deep, but you ain’t got a clue
Well, Honey, what’s you doin’ with that bad tattoo?

No matter what you do or what you say
Your bad tattoo just won’t go away.

You got a shadow of a cobra’s hood,
You mixed your blood with someone you know’s no good.
A poisoned scar for all to view
Well, Honey what’s you doin’ with that bad tattoo?

The money’s gone but still you’ve got to pay
For a bad tattoo that just won’t go away.

You got a bad tattoo on your arm
With his slick, black, words and his piercing charm
He’s got his heart’s needle stuck in you
Well, Honey, what’s you doin’ with that bad tattoo?
(DiPuccio/Johnson)

ZZYZX ROAD
A long, long time ago in a fantasy far away
we’d race across the desert to Nevada for a day.
Take to the towns like a pair of Artful Dodgers,
She’d been a model and a dancer, but we ain’t talking Ginger Rogers.

Before details get softened by the shifting winds of time,
Stuck in business traffic, I fumble for a rhyme
To capture in one moment as a method to condense
All those crazy days of our experience.

Morning honey, tell me did you sleep all right?
Sunshine through the valley chases shadows from the night.
Beautiful, that’s what you are when you smile at me;
Burns a picture in my heart to last eternally.

In the desert, stars explode every night on Zzyzx Road.
When our senses overload we take ‘em out to Zzyzx Road.

One track drivers, four lanes deep, racing in their cars,
I’m making magic on a mountain with my girl and my guitar.
Voices soar across the sky many miles away.
Float above the hopes and dreams from Vegas to L.A.

In the desert, stars explode every night on Zzyzx Road.
When our senses overload we take ‘em out to Zzyzx Road.

Driving past that exit sign I think of what we left behind
Back in another state of mind.

Beautiful, that’s what you are when you smile at me;
Burns a picture in my heart to last eternally.
In the desert, stars explode every night on Zzyzx Road.
When our senses overload we take ‘em out to Zzyzx Road.
We speak in riddles and talk in code on our way to Zzyzx Road.
The jackrabbits and horny toads are hanging out on Zzyzx Road
(P. DiPuccio)

BACK TO JACKSON
Riding alone past the ghost towns and bars, 
And some old bomb testing site,
Moments in time define who we are
And get us through the night.

My head is empty as a nuclear sky,
Can’t think of anything to say,
Take inspiration from signs passing by
Guiding me on my way.

I’ve travelled so far. I need to find my way back,
Scattering notes to retrace my tracks.
I’m not quitting, or forgetting.
This seismic life I’m retrofitting.

I’m going back to Jackson
To reclaim my soul,
Eliminate distraction;
Help me take control,
Make me feel whole,
And give me satisfaction.
I’m going back to Jackson.

Live in a cabin with the forest outside
Far away from the crowd.
Just bury me under the old oak tree
With green grass for my shroud.

I was blessed with the sacrament of song
So complex and free.
When words and music finally come along,
Joy rushes over me.

I’ve travelled so far. I need to find my way back,
Scattering notes to retrace my tracks.
I’m not quitting, or forgetting. 
This fractured life I’m retrofitting.

I’m going back to Jackson
To reclaim my soul,
Eliminate distraction:
Help me take control,
Make me feel whole,
And give me satisfaction.
I’m going back to Jackson.
Coming ‘round/feel the sound/hit the ground….running 
(P. DiPuccio)
"Back to Jackson"
available at CD Baby

"Joie De Vivre"
available at CD Baby
MATTER OF FACT
Baby, sometimes things just don't work out
Yes, and maybe, I think you know what I'm talking about
I always thought we were a perfect match
There always seems to be a catch

There was a time
When I might have walked the line
But now time is on my side

Move over honey, there's no need to attack
It's just a simple thing, it's a matter of fact
No room for anger, there's no looking back
When the fire is gone, it’s time to move on
It's just a matter of fact

Baby, the world is never black or white 
Yes and baby, it may be over but, hey, that's all right.
Don't lose your head like you always do
John the Baptist had nothing on you

There was a time
When I might have walked that line
But now this game's in overtime

Move over honey, there's no need to attack
It's just a simple thing, it's a matter of fact
No room for anger, there's no looking back
When the fire is gone, it’s time to move on
It's just a matter of fact
(Worth/DiPuccio/Gadbois)

​GIRL TROUBLE
Barbie was a little bachelorette from the Barbizon School
Who encouraged me in fashion to break all the rules
I think she learned quite a lot more than just modeling charms
'Cause it seemed like she must've had like five or six arms

I've got Girl Trouble, it seems like I'm losing the race
Girl Trouble, I just can't keep up with the pace

Yvette straight from the south beach in France
She seemed so sweet I thought I'd give her a chance
But all she desired was lunch, of she wanted quite a bunch
One mademoiselle economic crunch

I've got Girl Trouble, it seems like I'm losing the race
Girl Trouble, I just can't keep up with the pace

(Bridge)

Francie hailed from Philly, PA.
And she insisted that she'd show me the way
She showed me whips, chains and rings, asked for unspeakable things
I was just looking for a roll in the hay!

I've got Girl Trouble, it seems like I'm losing the race
Girl Trouble, I just can't keep up with the pace
(Worth/DiPuccio)

WHEN YOU CALL OUT MY NAME
Darling why you do that?
Baby why you take so long?
Up all night
Waiting for the telephone
When you call out my name
You know I just have to say to you
When you call out my name
You know I'm looking for something new

Chorus:
Can't stand it tonight
Everything's alright 
Don’t you get uptight
Tonight, tonight
When you call out my name

Verse 2:
Darling, I can count on
Count on you to let me down
Like a TKO at the end
Of a closing round
When you call out my name
You're leaving me black and blue 
When you call out my name
I know what you say is true

Repeat Chorus

Verse 3:
Darling why you do that?
Baby why you take so long?
I'm high and dry, 
Why you gotta do me wrong?
When you call out my name
You know I swear I'm through
When you call out my name
You know I'm just coming back to you

Repeat Chorus
Repeat Chorus
(Worth/DiPuccio)


TELL IT TO THE JUDGE
Bobby went out for a night with the guys
Maybe borrow some things that they just couldn't buy
But when their plans ran into a snag
The boys left Bobby holding the bag

When Cain returned from what he'd done
And Adam grieved at the loss of his son
The boy he pleaded but the Lord wouldn't budge
He said "it's not my problem kid, tell it to the judge"

CHORUS
Tell it to the Judge
You got to tell it to the Judge
Boy, you'd better plead for mercy
When it gets a little rough
Tell it to the Judge 
You got to tell it to the Judge
You know you gotta face it when things get tough
But I don't wanna hear it, just tell it to the judge

Once they held a rock and roll show
I told the boss I was sick, so that I could go
'Was having so much fun, 'cause I wasn't allowed
Who'd of thought the boss was standing there in the crowd

Comes a time when everyone needs
A place to stand for what they believe
But when the time comes to pay my bill
Don’t know you know I will

CHORUS
(Worth/ DiPuccio)

JOIE DE VIVRE
Honey, think you know what it's all about
But I'll have to say that I've got my doubts
My advice is, before I leave
You maybe need a little Joie de Vivre

' Cause she's got the style and she's got the class
She's got all the good that she needs to last
But God's got one gift left to give
She's got to learn a little how to live

La da da da, ba ba
La da da da, ba ba

Well maybe I'm not much but I get around
And in my years there's one thing I've found
You can strengthen your grip, you may cover your tracks
But you'll never be happy 'til you get what you lack

She's got the style, etc.

What kind of fool do you think I am now?
Don't you know, I really understand, oh yeah

So maybe your baby's just an angel on Earth
But if she doesn't have bounce, well you know what that's worth
If she's got all the gifts that a girl could need
She maybe lacks a little Joie de Vivre

'Cause she's got the style, etc

La da da da, etc.
(Worth/DiPuccio)