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 everytime.
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.
I
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)