FRESHLYSQUEEZED

by Stephen Bard

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Whattatellya 03:31
In an off white house was an orange man Slung his trash out into a garbage can That had no lid, over it fell Walking by, a little kid said, “what the hell?” He said, “I don’t smell a thing, do you?” Kid didn’t know if it was true I don’t know what to tell ya Black and blue bleed and the lines are blurred Who could ever read such a twisted word? Tired man knocks on a padlocked door Not sure what he’s knocking for In ’94, man he was 52 What on earth you supposed to do? I don’t know what to tell ya Man that old house party’s just a racket when There’s only two that me and you can ever attend Go and throw a third right down the block The entire fucking circus goes into shock Whole thing’s a crock and without a clue What on earth we supposed to do? I don’t know what to tell ya Wondering where all the first fathers went They all had the ability to reinvent I’m talking re-imagination of the coming time Brother can you spare a new paradigm? Shredding up the documents that they all drew Kids won’t know if it was true
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Crawlin’ along - singing a song - crawlin’ along Well the traffic is a nightmare and why shouldn’t it be? Half a million people trying to get out of the city Nothing else to do except to look at that guy Screaming in his Saab with tea all over his tie A quiet stretch of wood that’s been calling your name No room to point the finger and nobody to blame For now we’re stuck in limbo Though we’d leave if they would let us You know right now I’d give just about anything to Get us to the highway – Get me to the highway Oh the highway – Get me to the highway Oh the highway – Get me to the highway Gotta kick it into gear and get the hell outta here You know the highway’s got a way of making everything clear Crawlin’ along - singing a song - crawlin’ along The week was just a joke but not the humorous kind That makes you wanna laugh but more like wanna lose your mind The job is just a hassle The pile of bills Just a mountain on the counter with a worry that spills Into everything you do, it’s all you’re thinking about Don’t let it get you baby, gonna figure it out A wide open sky along a glorious ridge Now if every one could only just get over the bridge To the highway… Get me to the highway Oh the highway – Get me to the highway Oh the highway – Get me to the highway You know I’ve never understood this kind of pain in the ass Why can’t everybody here just step on the gas? Crawlin’ along - singing a song - crawlin’ along Baby get me to the highway Oh the highway – Get me to the highway Oh the highway – Get me to the highway Baby your way and my way could be one and the same Get me to the highway, you’ll be happy you came
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People always saying, “I wouldn’t change a thing.” I can’t help thinking that’s a little strange I think about the choices of this life that I’ve been living So many things I wish that I could change For instance I would not have ever taken you for granted Or said those things to you that seemed so cruel Maybe then You wouldn’t have become so disenchanted Maybe now I wouldn’t be the fool Maybe now I wouldn’t be the fool People always saying, “I’ve no regrets at all.” I can’t help thinking that’s a little strange The pain I feel sometimes just has me up against the wall So many things I wish that I could change So many things I wish that I could change For instance I would not have let that cell phone keep on ringing Lying there a prisoner of my pride Maybe then We could have worked it out and still be singing Maybe now there’d be no hurt inside Maybe now there’d be no hurt inside People always saying, “I wouldn’t change a thing.” I can’t help thinking that’s a little strange I think about the choices of this life that I’ve been living So many things I wish that I could change So many things I wish that I could change
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I love you so much I forget what to say I love you so much I’m working night and day I love you so much I see you when I close my eyes I love you so much I overlook the lies I love you so much I give you all my cash I love you so much I might do something rash In the wake of all of this insanity Trying to stay in touch with some humanity One thing I really wish that you would say to me I love you so much I love you so much there is no overstating I love you so much sometimes I end up hating I love you so much I hate when you’re not there I love you so much I loathe how much I care In the wake of all of this insanity The pain is just a crutch or some new vanity One thing I really wish that you would say to me I love you so much I love you so much sometimes I call your name I love you so much I wish you felt the same I love you so much it’s crazy how it fills me I love you so much I don’t care if it kills me In the wake of all of this insanity The pain is just a crutch or some new vanity Always the same old boring profanity Wondering why the fuck on earth you married me Trudging through a desert of calamity In a struggle of Judeo-Christianity Trying to stay in touch with some humanity One thing I really wish that you would say to me I love you so much
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Finished up, couldn’t have been prouder Put yours on, yours was louder Derivative figuratively clammy chowder Steaming up a bowl of pure pretentiousness To think a grand was wasted to discover this Searching for a point that doesn’t exist We all sit bent in our folding chairs Trying to get perspective as if anyone cares One guy gets so mad he heaves his easel down the stairs Smashing his intent into a thousand little bits Some things go unlearned no matter what the teacher hits Searching for a point that doesn’t exist Stuttering in a swirling pool of sweat and media ridicule They always paint him as a fool - To me he looks more like a tool A silly cog in their machine - Mispronouncing masculine Wasting trees and kerosene - Wondering if she was eighteen Tripping the confession of his little tryst With the daughter of that Methodist philanthropist Searching for a point that doesn’t exist You get so high nothing can spoil it One more step, it’s down the toilet Snoot full of dust with a spoon to boil it Choking on the pieces of a dream you can’t ingest And to what aim does anybody strive to get so pissed? Searching for a point that doesn’t exist Broken and expiring somewhere up Mount Everest As the avalanche descends hoping to be forever missed Searching for a point that doesn’t exist A masque, a church, a synagogue A futile search in a blog Trying to find a light cutting through the endless fog Still it’s still better than cutting through the wires in your wrist As the meaninglessness circles in a vulturistic twist Answers hidden in the doll’s mouth of a mute ventriloquist Who’s been complaining on an old couch to a deaf psychiatrist And paying off the Benz of his financial analyst Prays to Buddha, Allah, Krishna and some TV evangelist With the ticker slowly rusting in the cavern of his chest I bet he never thought he’d end up such a fickle atheist He’s the scaredest and the weakest and the naivest A pessimistic, misanthropic nihilist But hey he’s not a cynic, just a realist And to think he was a passionate idealist You wanna talk fear? His is the giantest By all means add his name to the defiant list An aimlessly pathetic faithless scientist Crippled from the truth of all the signs he’s missed Banging on a blackboard with a bruised and tired fist Searching for a point that doesn’t exist
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The joker he got nothing left to say At least nothing that won’t piss you off I’m thinking that it’s better off that way Come morning you won’t have to kiss him off Don’t you get all misty on me babe Don’t let ‘em ever see you going soft There’s far bloodier battles left to wage It’s ok, it’s ok Eventually everybody comes of age The candidates all come with their proposals In a line like sardines around the block Disciples have walked miles in their sandals Hoping today’s the day that you might talk Seems that every word’s become a pearl In every far flung corner of the clock You never asked to be some kind of sage It’s ok, it’s ok Eventually everybody comes of age I’m writing this tell you where to go Although you know I don’t mean no offense At 30,000 feet time passes slowly It’s all turtles, turpentine and turbulence There he goes again you must be thinking Rambling on not making any sense Hey you got to find a way to fill the page It’s ok, it’s ok Eventually everybody comes of age There’s a sound inside your head so elusive You barely know it’s there it’s been so quiet A different kind of feeling that the blues give You catch it, there’s a million gonna try it A concord full of fuel out on the runway babe All you’ve got to do is choose to fly it And call out all them numbers on the gauge It’s ok, it’s ok Eventually everybody comes of age Yeah the play has been eight years in pre-production The orchestra just nailed the overture You know you’ll never find better percussion Or an ingénue more gorgeous or demure She’s nervous, she’s excited for the opening And all the people coming who once knew her She might even just fall off the stage It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok Eventually everybody comes of age Eventually everybody comes of age
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Naomi says she saw you on the street outside Wasabi She was walking up 1st Ave and you were coming out the lobby You hadn’t seen each other in more than quite a while Inevitably my name came up She says you forced a smile “I really ought to call him,” is what I’m told you said It would be nice to hear from you But I won’t hold my breath We’ve been apart for so long now I hardly can believe it Siblings of the soul you know Sometimes I really grieve it You get so close to someone You imagine it’s for real You’re tight no matter what and that will always be the deal It’s strange to question things you thought you’d never second-guess Who knows Maybe you will reach out But I won’t hold my breath No I won’t hold my breath That would mean a certain death There’s no way that you’ll ever turn to me Yeah I could sit and wait like a fool at heaven’s gate But I’d be disappointed for eternity The world’s indeed your lover I was always cool with that But lying to yourself about your love ain’t where it’s ever at Eventually the truth will out and probably the hard way And when it does my dear you know that’s gonna be a hard day And even then I doubt that you would ever acquiesce Who knows Maybe I could be wrong But I won’t hold my breath
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In the lawn a serpent born Done you wrong Treason in the blood of a traitor Murdering? Coveting? You’ve been wondering Which one of these sins is the greater? I don’t really know for sure I do know your heart isn’t pure anymore I’m thinking there’s but one cure For what’s been ailing you The trick is believing Despite all the grieving From all the deceiving Body of a cow with the head of a beaver I refuse to be The star casualty Of some greek tragedy Ain’t gonna produce it either Forgiving’s the sole key To setting your soul free from yourself And letting the soul be at one with the universe Let it go You’re gonna grow Even though Somebody tore the world asunder It’s getting late Don’t let the hate Seal up a fate Of endless pain and raging thunder Let it go babe You’re gonna grow babe Yes I know babe That kind of people makes you wonder You lose a friend Your heart’ll mend In the end Nobody don’t go six feet under

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released November 2, 2020

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by Stephen Bard.

Copyright 2020. Chocolate Covered Strawberry Music (ASCAP).
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