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Boner
What ya doin' little sister, a wastin' time here in this bar?
We could be somewhere a foolin'
Let me take you for a ride in my car
The night is young and I'm restless
Show you what a good man can do.
I wanna tango, come on fandango
Pretty little senorita I wanna dance with you
It's hard enough to be a man, I hope that you will understand
I'm out of hand, beyond control, my Johnson's on patrol!
I got your boner baby; I got your boner here
I got your boner baby; I got your boner here
My engine's revvin' and runnin'
Take you where you've never been
Stallions in the stall a kickin,
So come on and let the big boy in
Can't stop this heat and desire, burning down in my soul
I got some rock baby, you got some roll sugar
Come on honey don't leave me cold
It's hard enough to be a man. I hope that you will understand
I'm out of hand, beyond control, my Johnson's on patrol!
I got your boner baby; I got your boner here
I got your boner baby; I got your boner here
Chorus Out...
I've got your boner right here!
Stephen Dees - vocals, guitars, bass
Patricia Ann Dees - harmonica, saxophone, organ
Mark Roffe - drums
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2000 SLD Music/BMI
Temporary
I find myself in a jammed-up state, I try and I try but I can't relate
Decentralized where can I turn, forgotten all those things I've learned
Squeezing water from a rock, I can't make since with what I've got
Tongue tied, crazy, here at wits end, I loose my temper then I start again
I know it's just a matter of time, before I climb this hill of mine
It's only temporary; a temporary thing
Sometimes it get so scary, it's only temporary
I've tried reading my favorite book, I've stood on my head but that
don't work
Hear the sounds, their just in reach, only trouble is what do I preach
I know what it is but what to say, all those words get in the way
Frustrated, disgusted, why go on, everything I try just comes out wrong
I know it's just a matter of time, before I climb this hill of mine
It's only temporary; a temporary thing
Sometimes it gets so scary; it's only temporary
Repeat bridge and chorus (out)…
Hallelujah brother, it ain't nothin' but a thing!!!
Stephen Dees - vocals, guitars, bass
Patricia Ann Dees - vocal, saxophone
Mark Roffe - drums
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2000 SLD Music/BMI
Bad Seed
I got something to say and it's long overdue, So listen up
Well I heard what you did, down in old Madrid
The way you hurt that boy, I could of swore he was dead
And his sister too, did you have to further your thirst?
Is it just a habit, or were you born with a curse
And why do you water your garden, with the tears from the broken
hearted
you're the Bad Seed and your jammin' me
I said the seeds that you sew, you plant so low
With deceit and deception, you need some correction
When something is lost it's then that you gain
Down a trail of confusion, an alley of pain
And why do you water your garden, with the tears from the broken
hearted
you're the Bad Seed and your jammin' me
I never knew someone could ever be so mean
You're the devils pawn of the serpentine
From the root of all evil in a cold dark past
You're the cool deceiver with the spell that you cast
And why do you water your garden, with the tears from the broken
hearted
you're the Bad Seed and your jammin' me
I said why do you water your garden, with the tears from the broken
hearted
You're just bad, and that's sad, so bad.
Well I got news for you baby, you can take a hike around here and listen
to
my guitar while you walk away. See ya. ...
Stephen Dees - vocal, guitars, bass
Patricia Ann Dees - organ
Alberto Cruz - drums
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2000 SLD Music/BMI
Month of the Flavor
You don't know anything, nothing at all
You waste your days away with the rats at the mall
You like to stand in line follow the herd
You think you know the song, but you don't know the words
Month of the flavor, it's the big pick
Month of the flavor, spread it on thick
Month of the flavor, have another lick
Month of the flavor, flavor, flavor
Are you what you perceive, TV's and screens
Your magz they take you there, on page 17
There shines the perfect ones, swallow the dream
Easy to fall inside, all that peaches and cream
Month of the flavor, It's the big pick
Month of the flavor, spread it on thick
Month of the flavor, have another lick
Month of the flavor. flavor. flavor
It's where the deals are going down,
they offer greed on sacred ground
It's where the deals are going down
Month of the flavor, It's the big pick
Month of the flavor, spread it on thick
Month of the flavor, have another lick
Month of the flavor. flavor, flavor
Stephen Dees - vocals, guitars, bass, electronic percussion, tambourine
Patricia Ann - keyboards, backing vocals
Alberto Cruz - drums, electronic drum
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2000 SLD Music/BMI
Pinky and the
Hand Jive
Instrumental
Stephen Dees - guitars, bass, keys
Patricia Ann Dees - organ
Alberto Cruz - drums
Music: Eric Anderson/Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2001 SLD Music/BMI
Psycho Boy
Everywhere I go it seems you're there
I can't breath without you in my hair
Everywhere I turn your eyes they burn
Wish I knew why you always stare
Psychotherapy, I know that's what you need
You're always watching me psycho boy, psycho boy
Are you mad or just insane?
You possess a major damaged brain
You might think that you're a spy
Geek boy your not FBI
Compulsive insanity, you are out of your tree
Get lost now let me be Psycho boy, psycho boy
When will the well run dry?
When can I live my life?
Watching me all the time
Why… psycho boy
Haven't you anything better to do
Than watching me always hating you
Stalking prey must get you off
Send for the troops and call the cops
Psychotherapy, I know that's what you need
You're always watching me psycho boy, psycho boy
Patricia Ann - vocals
Stephen Dees - guitars, bass
Alberto Cruz - drums
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2000 SLD Music/BMI
Spiders on My Skin
My hair is perfectly molded, my clothes perfectly folded too.
I'm seen at all the right places. I know important faces, I do.
But in the mirror I see a crack.
In desperation I lie on my back
Why do I scream when I take to the sheets?
It must be the spiders crawling up my feet
Spiders on my skin, I'm drowning in my gin
Breath out, breath in, here they come
Spiders on my skin. Here they come again
My time's perfectly sanctioned. My life is my occupation.
I'm well respected on my hill. I live and breathe the big deal.
But in my brain the screw will turn,
from my addiction my skin will burn
I drown my pain but I get no rest
with these hairy little arachnids crawling up my chest
Spiders on my skin, I'm drowning in my gin
Breath out, breath in, here they come
Spiders on my skin. Here they come again
I can see down to the bottom...
I can see all the way down to the bottom...
I can see perfectly clear all the way down to the very bottom...
But in the mirror I see a crack. In desperation I lie on my back
Why do I scream when I take to the sheets?
It must be the spiders crawling up my feet
Spiders on my skin, I'm drowning in my sin
Breath out, breath in, here they come
Spiders on my skin…
Chorus out.
Stephen Dees - vocal, guitars, bass, synth bass, special effects
Patricia Ann - keyboards
Alberto Cruz - drums
Words: Stephen Dees
Music: Stephen Dees, Kirk Andrews
Copyright © 2000 SLD Music/BMI
It's Not Working
The path is in the making; the seeker has been led
The tides and time are shifting, the hunger must be fed
Roberts' drum is still, Alyson lost her will
Lucy's not at home, said it's time for her to roam
It's not working, it's not working out
All the best intention, melt into the throng
Big wrecks in the club house, discord in the song
Medallion he can't play, has the seagull ran away
Romeo's bound to bleed; once again we plant the seed.
It's not working, it's not working out
Has Maxwell silver hammer hit me on the head?
Must be my instant karma, I've made my bed, I've made my bed
So tired and weary, so tired and weary
Roberts' drum is still, Alyson lost her will
Lucy's not at home, said it's time for her to roam
It's not working, it's not working, it's not working out It's not working...
Stephen Dees - vocals, guitars, bass
Patricia Ann - keyboard, backing vocal
Alberto Cruz - drums
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2000 SLD Music/BMI
My One
I can't bear this cloud hanging over
Can't believe my life is starting over
Touched in the head I am, touched in heart we are
And I can't bear this cloud hanging over
No I can't believe that you would walk and
I can't believe all this crazy talk
Who am I now, but forsaken by the needs of my other, my other
My one, my one
Is pain the only cure worth taking?
A love inside my soul is sinking
High in a holy place, I reach to touch your face
Is pain the only cure worth taking?
And I can't believe that you have walked
No I won't believe in all this crazy talk
Who am I now, but forsaken by the needs of my other, my other
My one
Who am I now, but forsaken by the need of my other, my other
My one, my one, my one
Stephen Dees - vocal, guitars, bass, keyboard
Patricia Ann - processed flutes, backing vocal
Alberto Cruz - drums
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2000 SLD Music/BMI
Goodbye
Distance between us, more than miles
Bird on the wing, unbound
Now you fly from our tree
This tree of life that was once green
Call me on the phone, said you won't be coming home
The light has gone
But you never said goodbye
Disaster I knew was near
My dreams, a sign, you disappear
You were gone before you left
I felt your heart belonged somewhere else
Go ahead and cry, shed a tear of love for I
The knot untied
But you never said goodbye
Call me on the phone, said you won't be coming home
The light has gone
But you never said goodbye
Never said
Words and music by: Stephen Dees
Copyright © SLD Music/BMI 2001
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