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.
Written and recorded at Everhart Park, West Chester, Pennsylvania on May 17, 2012. I overheard someone say the first line. Then, I thought about bringing your soul to the surface… similar to how a depth charge brings a submarine to the surface.
LYRICS
Strapped into our car seats
We roll down our windows
Wave and give thumbs up
We stretch out of our strollers
Spin our head like an owl
Hoot. Scream. Let out a howl!
We’re the preschool of rock
We love our beats
We’re the preschool of rock
Feel free. Tap your feet.
We’re the preschool of rock
What a musical treat
We’re the preschool of rock
Sweet for our ears to eat
We’re the preschool of rock
Let’s turn up the heat
We’re the preschool of rock
So happy to meet
We’re the preschool of rock
Let’s rock the block
We’re the preschool of rock
The song is about my daughter’s movie and her first film festival:
2012 Greenfield Youth Film Festival
The Keswick Theatre
291 North Keswick Avenue
Glenside, PA 19038
ABOUT THIS SONG
Capo 6
Play chords as if:
C / Em
C add Db
C / Em / Am
Written on April 29, 2012 at Marsh Creek State Park, Chester County, Pennsylvania.
The song was motivated by the color of the landscape. Instead of the trees looking like they were coming to life in the springtime, they appeared to be dying as if it were fall.
