This is the third song in a trilogy from the album Prom And Aid about the 2012 Wissahickon Prom in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania. Somebody made the mistake of victimizing my daughter. Her date tried to set things straight. When that wasn’t enough, the police brought justice. Here is the story set to music:
Written and recorded on Memorial Day, May 28, 2012 in west Chester, Pennsylvania at the Veterans’ Memorial. It is about remembering what is important in life without being told over and over again. “It’s Too Late!
LYRICS
The High Roller
Hits the wrong Note
Likes to holler
Roll in conceit and gloat
Think ya rule…
Rule the world
Think you’re cool
But, that gets old
Why don’t ya try
To lighten up
Say good-bye
To acting tough
Cuz ya ain’t that big
And, ya ain’t that bold
Maybe you should try
Acting small
After all,
That;s what you are
So, you won’t need to stretch that far
Give up the ignorance
Give up the grimace
LYRICS
Rape, pilfer and plunder
What a tragedy
Is it any wonder
There’s only yesterday
As far as the eye (I) can see
Yes, it’s time to move on
I do believe you’re beatin’
That dead horse to death
Yes, it’s time to move on
I do believe you’ve eatin’
To the entrails through the flesh
Scrape, litter and squander
What a tragedy
Is it any wonder
No more tomorrow
For you or me
I wish we were apt to adapt
Waste our waste
Trash our trash
Smash our thrash
ABOUT THIS SONG
Capo 1 (F)
E / G
E / D / G
E / G.
E / Bm7 / G
Written and recorded on May 22, 2012 at Marsh Creek State Park, Chester County, Pennsylvania. I was watching people enjoy themselves… fishing, hiking and biking. And, I thought to myself, “Why not choose fun?”
ABOUT THIS SONG
Capo 2
Written and recorded in Ambler and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on May 20, 2012. It’s about a disease that attacks most humans — growing old. As children turn into adults, they tend to become indifferent about life. Please, oh please, Lord… not me.
ABOUT THIS SONG
Em
Em / Am / D / G
reprise A / D / G
Written and recorded on May 19, 2012 in West Chester, Pennsylvania. It is a song about what humans are made of… including the ghost in the machine. Approximately 70 percent of the human body is made up of water. Our waste is mostly salt water. However, there is that part we call the soul. While I was writing the song, three children climbed up onto the pedestal of the statue and commenced to do a wild jig. That was exactly the ghost in the machine I was trying to describe.