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The Music of John Casolary


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Shingletown Sessions Song Lyrics  ℗2012 John Casolary All Rights Reserved

                                       Kerkira
                (A bouzouki-disguised love song )
   words & music by
   John Elias Casolary ©1997
℗2012

Don't you want to take a long vacation?
Don't you need some rejuvenation?
I can show you a place you can chill in the sun

Kerkira, Kerkira
That's what I'd do
I'd be roaming the streets of Corfu

Don't you want to try a new sensation?
Don't you want to stop the aggravation?
I know of an island that can slow your time

Kerkira, Kerkira
With nothing to do
I'd be drinking Retsina with you

Yanni's is the place for moussaka
Look in his oven and there you are
Your biggest decision: how much can you eat?
And there we'll meet

Don't you want to break your vicious cycle?
Don't you need a break from your son, Michael?
I can point on the map where you ought to be

Kerkira, Kerkira
Being with you
I'd be drunk on the streets of Corfu
Still with you
I'm dreaming the streets of Corfu 
                                     There Must Be Someone
                                      
(A cry for help)
  words & music by                                                     
  John Elias Casolary ©1988
℗2012
                                                                                                                                    
I used to think I knew what life's about
I used to think that things would all work out in time
 (There must be someone. There must be someone)
I used to move ahead without a doubt
I used to smile at people who would shout and say
 (There must be someone. There must be someone)

    There must be someone who can change my life
     There must be someone who can shake me out of this dream
    (There must be someone. There must be someone)
    There must be someone who can shine a light
             On the things I fear tonight

I used to think that it was all a joke
I used to laugh at God until He spoke to me
 (There must be someone. There must be someone)

            There must be someone who can change my life
     There must be someone who can shake me out of this dream
    (There must be someone. There must be someone)
    There must be someone who can shine a light
            On the things I fear tonight

I used to think I knew what life's about
I used to think that things would all work out in time
 (There must be someone. There must be someone)

               There must be someone who can change my life
     There must be someone who can shake me out of this dream
    (There must be someone. There must be someone)
    There must be someone who can shine a light
             On the things I fear tonight
               There must be someone...


                                                 Paradox  
                   ( Tires spinning in the mud )
  
words & music by
  
John Elias Casolary ©1981 ℗2012

Always ahead of it, always lagging behind
You play it in the middle, and get stuck on the sidelines

Tires spinning in the mud
Tires spinning in the mud

Caution gets you nowhere, but gets you there alive
They teach you to be meek, although the strong survive

Tires spinning in the mud
Tires spinning in the mud

You're born to be truthful. You're taught to tell lies.
They say you're too sensitive as they tyrannize.

Life is almost over, yet it's just begun
Thinking you're a big man, still you're no one

Tires spinning in the mud
Tires spinning in the mud
Tires spinning...

                                             Rap Is Crap
                 
( For my old band-buddies )
  
words & music by
  
John Elias Casolary ©1992 ℗2012


I remember back when we had plans
We were playing in a four-man band
We revived "I Wanna Hold Your Hand"
Then things started changing

I can only speak to what's gone on
I can't quantify the right and wrong
We'd have sold our souls for one hit song
Now where would we sell them?

Rap is crap Rap is crap
Rap is crap and I don't wanna play it

I like the tunes that make you move your feet
And R&B that comes from city streets
But bad poems to a drumbox beat
That just doesn't thrill me

Rap is crap Rap is crap
Rap is crap and I don't wanna play it

Now the radio's playing rap, hip-hop
Nothing I can do to make `em stop
They say they rap because they feel the pain
But those who listen haven't got a brain

Rap is crap Rap is crap
Rap is crap and I don't wanna play it
(It’s all about bitches and ho’s It’s all about bitches and ho’s)
(Violence, violence…)
Rap is crap... and I'm not gonna play it 

                                   I've really changed 
                                             ( The ultimate love song )
     words & music by
   John Elias Casolary ©1980 ℗2012


Take my money, it only makes me worry
Take my time, I'm in no hurry
Take my thoughts. Take my pride
Take me anywhere you want but take me ins
ide

And it's strange. I've really changed
Nothing's the same, except that I want you, I want you
I'm so afraid of this life I have made
And if I should fade, you'll know that I loved you, I loved you
Bring me up front. Bring me behind
Bring me anywhere you want but bring me peace of mind
Bring me your problems. I'll bring you mine

Bring me a map of the path that we're on to keep me in line
And it's strange. I've really changed
Nothing's the same, except that I want you, I want you
I'm so afraid of this life I have made
And if I should fade, you'll know that I loved you, I loved you
Give me your power and your seeds to sow
Give me the knowledge it takes to make them grow
Give me your patience. I'll give you mine
Give me your silence, but give me a sign
And it's strange. I've really changed
Nothing's the same, except that I want you, I want you
I'm so afraid of this life I have made
And if I should fade, you'll know that I loved you, I loved
you...
 

                       Dire Need In Dyersburg
                  ( A Silicon Valley kid in Tennessee )
      words & music by
      John Elias Casolary ©1981℗2012

I believe in sharing light
You've gotta have it all around you even in the night
But sometimes it gets dark and cold
And right now I'm fadin' 'cause there's no one to hold

And I'm in need, need, need of a friend
I'm in dire need in Dyersburg again

What are you doin' in Tennessee?
I don't know lady. Are you talkin' to me?
I guess I'm hopin' I'll survive
Please take me home. Get me out of here alive
'Cause I'm in need, need, need of a friend
I'm in dire need in Dyersburg again 


Southern darlin' hold me please
I'm tryin' to be brave but I've got shaky knees
Please accept my apologies
I've been livin' for the moment but now the future's scarin' me
Oh I'm in need, need, need of a friend
I 'm in dire need in Dyersburg again
Need, need, need of a friend
I'm in dire need in Dyersburg again
I'm in dire need in Dyersburg again

                                   Like Ronnie & Nancy's  
                                 ( A cowboy’s dream )
   words & music by

   John Elias Casolary © 2004℗2012

He's mendin' fences. There's no open range
They've cut the whole up into parts
Now there's a restaurant, in the old home Grange
That cowboy needs a new start

He wants a love like Ronnie & Nancy's
He wants to say, "till death do us part"
Even though just tryin' is chancy
He wants to love someone with all of his heart

He met a cowgirl, by the compost pile
Riding like a rodeo queen
He tipped his hat. She gave a sunny smile
The best he'd ever seen

He wants a love like Ronnie & Nancy's
He wants to say, "till death do us part"
Takin' a swim with him could be kinda chancy
'Cause he would dive in with all of his heart

Behind every good man is a woman
And he might have found his today
When the preacher asks for their commitments
This is what they'll say

We want a love like Ronnie & Nancy's
We want to stay, "till death do us part"
We want to fill each other's fancies
We're gonna love with all of our hearts

A love ( like Ronnie & Nancy's )
We want a love ( like Ronnie & Nancy's )
We're gonna love ( like Ronnie & Nancy )

It's a cowboy's dream ( like Ronnie & Nancy's )...


                     You Never See Me (When I Cry) 
                                (Desperation to a Reggae beat )
   w
ords & music by
   John Elias Casolary ©1981 ℗2012

I want out, but I can't find the door
I need hope that I can make it
I want peace that I had once before
I need joy, but I can't fake it

Everybody's asking me the questions
But somehow I don't know how to lie
If you only cared for me the way I care for you
I wouldn't have to make you cry

Let me go; let me sail away
Let me try a new direction
Steal the boat I can't buy anyway
Free me from the old connections

Everybody's asking me the questions
But somehow I don't know how to lie
If you only cared for me the way I care for you
I wouldn't have to make you cry

Take your aim. Fire your last poisoned dart
Your friends are there. The air is humming
Go ahead; go and tear me apart
You might as well; I know it's coming

'Cause everybody's asking me the questions
And somehow I don't know how to lie
If you only cared for me the way I care for you
You wouldn't have to make me cry
You never see me when I cry. You never see me when I cry... 

             What About The Children?  
                           ( Responsibility anyone? )
    words & music by
   John Elias Casolary ©1980
℗2012

You quit your job, you quit your wife
It's no business of mine; it's your life
You're playin' in a rock band, tryin' to make it. I know you can but
One small question: What about the kids man?

What about the children when they're crying for you?
What about their feelings when there's nothing you can do?
What about their questions you've never heard before?
And what about your time when you can't give anymore?

Sweet young mother, at seventeen
How can you teach 'em, when you don't know what you mean
You're acting so grown up; it's just a game you're tryin' to play but
One small question: Do you know the price you pay?

What about the children when they're crying for you?
What about their feelings when there's nothing you can do?
What about their questions you've never heard before?
And what about your time when you can't give anymore?

I know there's a need to replace yourself
But if you're not ready, put that need up on the shelf
You don't have to prove nothin' to nobody

You change your husband, you change your dress
You know you're pretty, but your life's a mess
You're goin' back to school, livin' on a maybe but
One small question: What about your baby?

What about the children when they're cryin' for you?
What about their feelings when there's nothing you can do?
What their questions you've never heard before?
And what about your time when you can't give anymore?
What about it? What about your baby?
What about it Mama? What about it Daddy?
Tell me, what about your baby?...

                                           High Crossfire 
                                  ( A young man’s dilemma )
   w
ords & music by
   John Elias Casolary ©1981 ℗2012

I've got two women on the line
One is loose, and one is mine
Can I afford to share my time?
No, no, no, this is the borderline

I'm at the point of no return
Searchin' for proof that I won't get burned
I'm in a high crossfire
Hopin' the truth won't prove me a liar

There've been rumors goin' `round
That you and some boys have been paintin' town
But I don't believe that's true
So why am I tryin' to prove it to you

Out on the point of no return
Searchin' for proof that I won't get burned
I'm in a high crossfire
Hopin' the truth won't prove me a liar

Now there's you, she, and me
Such a deal. Such a fantasy
But I don't think that I can last
`Cause she wants my future and you own my past

I'm at the point of no return
Searchin' for proof that I won't get burned
I'm in a high crossfire
Hopin' the truth won't prove me a liar

I'm at the point of no return
Searchin' for proof that I won't get burned
I'm in a HIGH crossfire!

                                              On Time
                          
( A self-penned epitaph )
   words & music by
   John Elias Casolary © 2005℗2012

I tried to find my better angels, and have them teach me how to fly
Lying face-down on the sidewalk, they finally showed up in the sky

I’m on time but nobody’s here
Safe in the morning, hiding my fear
I’m on time, but where are you dear?

It’s getting hard to keep a smile on. It really hurts to live a lie
I’m tired of fighting all these strangers but if I stop I’m sure I’ll die

I’m on time but everyone’s late
My light is dimming from shadows of hate
I’m on time, but is this the right date?

Responsibility (Man up, son)
Generosity (Give till it hurts)
Integrity (Do your best, son)
Punctuality (Be on time!)

Down the path of all these choices, right or wrong or just a joke
Now my life has spun out like a wheel and I’m a hub without its spokes

But I was on time. You said you’d be there
Out on the line, taking the dare
I was on time. I was on time
I was on time. Does anybody care?

                                 Too Much Information
                                        ( Doctor, my brain hurts! )
  
words & music by
   John Elias Casolary ©1997 ℗2012

I woke up on the Internet
Did I forget to close the line before I fell asleep?
I'm wonderin' what did they get?
Did they sell my soul or just my life to some cyber-creep?

There's too much information
There's too much information and I can't think!

I saw a song on the video
Did I like the show or just the tune without the crutch?
Heard a man on the radio
He let me know what I did not know and now I know too much

There's too much information
There's too much information and I can't think!

I took a drive down the Inter-State
I couldn't wait to see my lover but my love was gone
And so I had to hesitate
Her letter states that she's sorry and I should carry on

There's too much information
There's too much informacione
There's too much information and I can't, I can't, I can't THINK! 
_______________________
                                      
 Who's This Man (dancing with me)
                     ( A mother and son)

    words & music by
   John Elias Casolary ©1997   ℗2013                      

                                                                  
Who's this man dancing with me?
Is he a prince, or a star on TV?
My husband's watching without jealousy
At this man who's dancing with me

Who is this guy in my arms?
Moving so smooth and charming the charmed
I recognize his Daddy's eyes
Who's this guy dancing with me?

This is the day; we’ve waited so long
And now that it’s here, I must be strong
For my son, he’s dancing with me

Who's this man waltzing the floor?
Close to my heart, yet needing more
The world is his oyster, his destiny
But right now he's dancing with me

This man loves dancing with me
_______________________
 Pounder Song Lyrics 
℗2018 John Casolary All Rights Reserved

                       Best Summer
              (Things are looking up)
   words and music by:
   John Elias Casolary ©1975 ℗2018

                
It's near the end of spring
I'm swamped with work
Scrapin' dirt
Man it hurts
Yet I'm feelin' very free

My mind is driftin'
To the time soon to arrive
I'm gonna come alive

This summer is, it's gonna be
The best summer of my life
This summer is, it's gonna be
The best summer of my life!                   

The winter skies are clearin'
But I'm still wet
From rain and sweat
My eyes are red
But I'm sure that I can see

My mind is driftin'
To the time soon to arrive
I'm gonna come alive

This summer is, it's gonna be
The best summer of my life
This summer is, it's gonna be
The best summer of my life!

My mind is driftin'
To the time soon to arrive
I'm gonna come alive hey yeah

This summer is, it's gonna be

The best summer of my life...

            Angel
         (I'm blinded by your light)
   words & music by:
   John Elias Casolary ©1981 ℗2018


You look like an angel    falling down on me
I'm blinded by your light   that's all I can see
I didn't need a savior   'till I looked into your eyes
I'm not sure where I am   I just know I'm hypnotized

    Angel love me
    Don't fly above me
    Angel love me

You smile like the angel   that I saw those times in Rome
She persuades non-believers   from her place on St. Peter's dome
And though she's just a fresco   she's like you in many ways
Giving hope to the peasants   strength to naiveté

    Angel love me
    Don't fly above me
    Angel love me

You look like an angel    falling down on me
I'm blinded by your light   that's all I can see
I didn't need no savior   'till I looked into your eyes
I'm not sure where I am   I just know I'm hypnotized

    Angel love me
    Don't fly above me
    Angel love me


                                Howlin' At The Moon
                                (Cut me some slack!)
    words & music by:
   John Elias Casolary © 1995 ℗2018

                                                                                 
You're shakin' your head, wonderin' why
I'm drinkin' my wine while the world's on fire
Livin' my life, settin' my goal
Your ruinin' my plans, breakin' my soul

    Leave me alone. Don't call the cops.
    I'm just howlin' at the moon

A Renaissance man, a lover of life
A father and son, and a husband with a wife
I'm doin' it right, doin' it straight
So teach me to cheat, teach me to hate

    Leave me alone. Don't call the cops.
    I'm just howlin' at the moon

    You're forcing me to play
    And you're the only game in town
 
          You need to break me
            to rehabilitate me

    But I won't live as someone's clown

You're makin' the rules and change `em at will
Expect me to smile while I'm footin' the bill
You're stealin' my pay but you want me to work
And follow your plan like some anal jerk

    Leave me alone. Don't call the cops.
    I'm just howlin' at the moon
  Leave me alone. Please make `em stop.
    Cause I'm just howlin' at the moon
    I'm just howlin' at the moon


                                 Hope
             (Poetry from the pity potty)
  
words & music by:
   John Elias Casolary  ©1996 ℗2018

                                                                                                       
There's a story or is it a rumor  
That luck is finally on its way
Seems the dog-days have found a new groomer     
But the judges keep them at bay
   
    Hope, where are you today?   
    Hope, smilin' the same way        
    I've traveled the world to nowhere    
    And I'm just about at my last straw   
    Hope, was that you I saw  
      
There's a ticket I bought to forever      
But I'm not sure if it's good
If I use it in this endeavor     
Will it take me where it should?   

    Hope, where are you tonight?    
    Hope, I've been searchin' with all my might           
    From the mountains through my valleys   
    And the cities along the way   
    Hope, won't you come to stay
       
        Aren't you gonna pick me up where you left me        
        You know I can't drive this car          
        I'm sure we'd get along if you met me       
        And you wouldn't have to ride that far
  
    Hope, are you watching me?    
    Hope, seeing what I see           
    I don't think I can wait 'til tomorrow  
    Cause I'm not sure where I'll be    
    Hope, come and set me free
    Hope, keep me company                


                                     Mister Reaper
                                  (I don't wanna go)
    words & music by:
   John Elias Casolary © 1995
℗2018
                                                        
Hey Mister, it's my turn tonight
I said I wouldn't, but then again I might
It's what I wanted, I've wanted it so long
The door is open,  my faith is not that strong

    I don't wanna go.  I don't wanna go.
    I don't wanna go  unless you carry me.

Hey Mister, I think I'm falling prey
To somethin' evil that stole my yesterday
I'm in a coma, but I can't close my eyes
It's getting closer,  what's that strange surprise?

    I don't wanna go.  I don't wanna go.
    I don't wanna go  unless you carry me.

       I've been waitin',  I've been waitin' for you   
       I've been thinkin', what would I do?
       I've been hopin' against all hope
       But now that debt's come due

Hey Mister, won't you take my hand
This psycho-logic is more than I can stand
I thought I knew it, I knew everything
But this is knowledge that only death can bring

    I don't wanna go.  I don't wanna go.
    I don't wanna go  unless you carry me...home


                            You Are Loved
               ( A father's song )
   words & music by:
   John Elias Casolary ©1994 ℗2018

                   
I don't think I can hold you like I used to
I don't think it's gentle like before
But if you think it's over let me tell you, there's more

            You are loved
            When you feel the world's against you, you are loved
            When your touch becomes insensed, you are loved
            When your heart is being broken, you are loved

I don't think I was trained for this adjustment
How did all those years just slip away
If you think we lack communication, let me say

            You are loved
            When you're shocked to find there's hatred, you are loved
            When you try your best and lose, you are loved
            When your mind is being broken, you are loved

    Everybody says it, and some of them mean it
    But I feel it a hundred times more

            You are loved
            When they criticize you Son, you are loved      
            When it's hard to carry on, you are loved       
            When my earthly life is done, you are loved   You are loved.


                            She Loves Me So
                       (Trying to stay married)

      words & music by:        
      John Elias Casolary ©1984 ℗2018

    We're talkin' female persuasion
    Some kind of alien invasion
    I tell myself "I'm a loner" still I phone her at a quarter to three
    `Cause alone is a lie
    So why should I try
    To fight the things I cannot see

        She loves me so
        I can't let go
        She loves me so I stay

    I lay awake in the nighttime
    Searching the dark for the right line
    To tell her being a husband is a job unintended for me
    But the night is a lie
    It spits in my eye
    And brings out the demon in me

        She loves me so
        I can't let go
        She loves me so I stay

    I know a glamorous talker
    Tells me to clear out my locker
    She says the things that I've fought for, wanted, needed
    She can give me for free
    But the lady's a liar
    She can't match the fire
    Of someone who's still waiting for me

        She loves me so
        I can't let go
        She loves me so I stay


                                       Marty's Bar  
                          (Demolition, circa 1980)
 
    words & music by:
    John Elias Casolary ©1980 ℗2018


Come here son I wanna tell you some stories
you've never heard
Ain't many of us ol'-timers left
so you better hear every word
Used to be a set of swingin' doors hangin'
right where you are
Today ends an era boy
they're tearin' down Marty's Bar

Southern Pacific,
that's how me n' my pals used to earn our wages
As long as that ol' building's standing there
seems like none of us ever ages
Now the trains just carry freight
and everyone drives a car
But who'd of thought the day would come
they'd be tearin' down Marty's Bar

Ya see that sewer of a creek
well salmon used to run
And after me n' the Boys had caught our share
we'd come in here to Marty's and have ourselves some fun
Drinkin' nickel beers we'd talk about fishin'
hell I've been comin' here since Prohibition
It's gettin' hard to remember back that far
but I sure do remember Marty's Bar

There was a whore named Alice who lived out back
just about where that Cat's wreckin' that ol' wooden shack
And sometimes when I'd fight with the Mrs.
she'd ease my pain with quarter kisses
Yeh pretty soon this whole corner
gonna be covered with tar
I kinda wish I hadn't lived to see it
there tearin' down Marty's Bar
Sure am glad the Boys didn't live to see it
they're tearin' down Marty's Bar


                       Who Are You Foolin' ?
                             (Miss Barfly USA)
     words & music by:
    John Elias Casolary ©1982 ℗2018


Here you come
Struttin' `cross the dance floor
Wink your eye
You want to take me home
Sorry babe
I've been there before
You tricked me once
I'd rather sleep alone

     Who are you foolin' tonight?
     Who's the lucky one who gets to
      turn  out the light?
     Who are you foolin' tonight?  Not me

A single's apartment
You seen one you seen`em all
Dark and romantic
I'm not that impressed
I don't need those candles
The writing is on the wall
Cheap conversation
Then we'll get undressed
   
     Who are you foolin' tonight?
     Who's the lonely sap who gets to feel
      alright?
     Who are you foolin' tonight?  Not me

You're so in style
You wear the latest fashions
You're made up right
Like in a magazine
Got no cash
So you sell your passion
All-time loser
Who thinks she's a queen

     Who are you foolin' tonight?
     Which of these strangers will lose
      the fight?
     Who are you foolin' tonight?  Not me
     Who are you foolin' tonight? ...

                           The Lucky Ones
                            (True Friendship)
    words and music by:
   John Elias Casolary ©1980
℗2018
                                                                                                                                                          
Running with the light brigade
We talked till we were sleepy-eyed
Our senses told us not to hide
The feelings of our souls
And as the sun arose
We rushed to say our late "hellos"
I guess nobody ever knows
The meaning of this life

Yet we're the lucky ones
To have shared this space so many years
Laughed each other's laughter
Cried the other's tears
For we are friends
Yes we're the lucky ones
Who have the gift to find the answers
Then turn around and ask more questions
And share the things we've found

My, how our lives have changed
Our faces show that we have aged
It's not our fault that we've been caged
In bodies spent by time
And as the years fly by
We pretend to ask the reason why
Yet knowing, grin a gentle sigh
Ah, tomorrow's a new day

'Cause we're the lucky ones
Known each other for so many years
Shared our projects
Shared our deepest fears
For we are friends
Yes we're the lucky ones
Who know some things are timeless
Yet certain life will end
We'll still be friends


                    Always, Never The Same
                              (Mars vs Venus)
     words & music by: 
     John Elias Casolary ©1995
℗2018                                                                                
Always, never the same; sometimes, forever

Sometimes a criminal has no soul
Sometimes a criminal is a hero
Should a man reach and recognize his goal?
Should he hold it or let it go?

            Always, never the same
            Sometimes, forever
            He hears you calling his name
            Far apart, together

Sometimes the criminal is the man
Sometimes the bad guy's the lady
If he swears that he's doin' all he can
Do you believe him?  Well that might be crazy

            Always, never the same
            Sometimes, forever
            He hears you calling his name
            Far apart, together

Sometimes he feels like a fool
Sometimes he's nothing short of genius
She cries out; "Baby, don't be cruel!"
He thinks she's talkin'`bout his penis

            Always, never the same
            Sometimes, forever
            He hears you calling his name
            Far apart, together

Always, never the same; sometimes, forever


                       Thanks For the Music
                          
(With love, Johnny)
   words & Music by:
   John Elias Casolary © 1981
℗2018

Mama played piano like a queen
Don't you know that's what she should have been
But raising all those kids sure took its toll
She showed me all the ropes and taught me one great goal

Thanks for the music
It's the lover's art
Thanks for the music
It's the captain's chart
to go through living hell
with a song in your heart

Mama liked the finer things in life
But she never got to take them without strife
And that's what sent her to an early grave
A debutante teaching children to behave

Thanks for the music
It's the lover's art
Thanks for the music
It's the captain's chart
to go through living hell
with a song in your heart

And the night she died I had to play some sleazy bar
Oh I tried to call in sick but couldn't get that far
Cause I knew she'd rather have me proving I'm her star

Mama bought me beer and cigarettes
She probably knew I'd steal what I couldn't get
So I'd bring her flowers from my yard
And now I bring them to her grave and sign the card

Thanks for the music
It's the lover's art
Thanks for the music
It's your baby's chart
So I go through living hell
with your song in my heart
Thanks for the music...


                                         I Quit!
                           (For the workin' man)
    words & music by:
    John Elias Casolary © 1980 ℗2018


Not many people doin' what they really wanna do
You're punchin' time while the welfare line takes it back from you
You're creative. You know you can do it
You're waitin' for the moment you can say
"Just screw it, I quit!"
I quit!

You hate your job but you put in eight hours a day
Do overtime and get a raise but the Feds take it away
He got the money. He buys your time
He's got his people slavin' for a dime but I quit!
I quit!

He's so patronizing
Keeps on compromising
Taking credit, till I quit!

He's got the power to make me beg and scream
Got me doin' things I never dreamed
So I quit, I quit!

He's got my paycheck
He is the king
He don't want much
He wants everything
So I quit, hey I quit!
I quit yeah...
I quit!



Almost Hits & Dubious Demos  Song Lyrics

2022 John Casolary  All Rights Reserved




                                                Piece Of Cake

                                     (For my racing buddies)                 

                                                   words & music by:

                                  John Elias Casolary ©1984 ℗2022

 

I've been runnin' but not hidin', and no one seems to understand why

I've been chasin' a rainbow, but not the one you see on the sky

 

         There's no use in askin' how it's goin',

        `Cause I'll tell you it's a piece of cake

 

 I've been losin' and winnin', but the difference barely matters to me

`Cause I'm drivin' with the Big Boys, and doin' it so naturally

 

           There's no use in askin' how it's goin',

           `Cause I'll tell you it's a piece of cake

 

                       And when they say you're not qualified

                       Don't you make their same mistake

                       Say, "It's a piece of cake"

 

           There's no use in askin' how it's goin',

           `Cause I'll tell you it's a piece of cake




         The Monster

                                           (Mr. Hyde's inside)

                   words & music by: 

        John Elias Casolary ©1982 ℗2022                                                                                                                                                        

                                                                                                                                             

 I  made you cry last night, I said some mean things

 I  don't know about you Babe, but this is all so new to me

 I'm used to living alone and dreaming crazy dreams               

 And I was only talking in my sleep

 

 They say a madman lives in everybody's soul

 And while you're in slumber, he takes complete control

  I've got anger in me, far too much to keep   

 So I was only talking in my sleep

                               

 Oh, the monster is sleeping next to you

 He's inside me and there's nothing I can do

 Ooo, the monster is lying in your bed

 So the man you love can rest his weary head

 

 He whispered softly, "I love the way you feel"

 Calling someone else's name, he made it feel so real

 I had nothing to do with that, but still it made you weep       

 Lover, he was only talking in my sleep

 

 Oh, the monster is sleeping next to you

 He's inside me and there's nothing I can do

 Ooo, the monster is lying in your bed

 So the man you love can rest his weary head           

                       

           Oh, the monster, yeah, yeah, yeah   

           Mr. Hyde's inside, yeah, yeah, yeah...

 


    You're Comfortable

                                              (Crazy as me)                         

                      words & music by:

                                          John Elias Casolary ©1980 ℗2022 

 

I go to parties and I sit alone

Wishin' I could borrow someone's telephone

Prayin' you could see how bored I am

Call you up and tell you that I'm your man

 

       'Cause you're comfortable, you're crazy as me

       You're comfortable, baby can't you see

       That no one ever loved me like you do

       I'm fakin' it without you, you're comfortable

 

A lovely lady stops and winks her eye

I'd like to help her but I just can't lie

My time is precious and I'm getting old

There's just one fire that can warm this cold

 

       You, you're comfortable, you're crazy as me

       You're comfortable, baby can't you see

       That no one ever loved me like you do

       I'm fakin' it without you, you're comfortable

 

And when the day comes that I settle down

If I'm lucky you'll still be around

I won't forget you gave me so much space

I won't forget the beauty of your face

 

   And that you're comfortable, you're crazy as me

       You're comfortable, baby can't you see

       That no one ever loved me like you do

       I'm fakin' it without you, you're comfortable

 



 Made In China                                                       

                             (Zhōngguó zhìzào)

                      words & music by:                                                  

                               John Elias Casolary © 2012/2022 ℗2022

 

          We've got a monkey on our back

          Besides the Fentanyl in cocaine

          It's a devious attack

          Coursing through my brain

 

                         Everything's made in China

                         Even the pills for Mom's Angina

                         I hope she won't need them today

                         She'd better throw them away

       

          They've got a fifty-year plan

          While we're surfin' on the Highway

          We're not building what we can

          We check our phones and play


                       Everything's made in China

                       Except my boots from Carolina

                       I had to search on-line all day                       

                      To buy U.S.A.

           

            Trading with the devil is a big mistake

            How much more are we gonna take?

                                   

         We've got our asses in debt

         Buying crap they sell to you

         We should never forget

         They thanked us with Bat Flu

 

                    Everything's made in China

                    I think I'll have to check my wife's vagina

                   To see if all down there's OK                   

                   Or did they clone it away

 

                  Everything's made in China....x4



      The Past Is A Luxury

                                     (Put down that torch)

                                        words & music by:

                                 John Elias Casolary ©1982 ℗2022

   

                                                                                   

     

Oh Baby, it's so many years since I kissed your face 

I guess there are things time cannot erase. I still remember you       

And Baby, it took me so long to get over you             

Like the sun through the clouds you come strolling through

Here we go again

 

           The past is a luxury we can't afford                   

           And though people try they can't deny it

           The things I could lose just can't be ignored

           But you know I wish we could try it

 

Oh Baby, you and the man with the heavy hand

Now that he's hurt you, you understand how it should have been

And Baby, me with my dreams and my gentle touch 

I should've been harder but I thought too much

Head over heart again

 

           The past is a luxury we can't afford                   

           And though people try they can't deny it

           The things I could lose just can't be ignored

           But you know I wish we could try it

                         

             Turn it back! Turn back the hands of time and lead me where I want to go                   

             But what's the use? Monday quarter-backing's always easy

             So what's a man to do?

 

Oh Baby, I wrote my first song cryin' over you

And cut my first teeth before I could chew those dusty memories

So Baby, I'm writing these words so you'll know I care       

 And that in my heart there's a place somewhere

Chosen just for you

 

             The past is a luxury we can't afford                   

             And though people try they can't deny it         

              The things I could lose just can't be ignored               

              But you know I wish we could try it           

             You know I wish we could try it



 Singin' My Heart Out

                           (Music you're bitter-sweet)         

                                             words & music by:   

                              John Elias Casolary ©1980  ℗2022

 

There were times I was rockin' and a rollin'

Felt so good I could fly all night

And there were times I was funkin' and a soulin'

Doin' pretty good for bein' white

 

   Now I'm singin' my heart out

   Sellin' my whole life

   Puttin' my soul out on the line

   Makin' a livin' singin' them good ol' love songs

   Talkin' `bout a dream that is a fight

 

                       Music you're bitter-sweet

                       Lover I can't meet

                       Double-edged sword that's cuttin' me

                       You're my destiny

                       Ah, but can't you see

                       A man has got to eat

 

I've been travelin' most of my grown life

Takin' my songs out to the street

You always send me, ah but will you defend me

In the battle of the beat

 

   Ooh I'm singin' my heart out

   Sellin' my whole life

   Puttin' my soul out on the line

   Makin' a livin' singin' them good ol' love songs

   Talkin' `bout a dream that is a fight

   Singin' my heart out...

 


Terri-Anne

          (I'm still your man)

                                words & music by       

                       John Elias Casolary ©2004 ℗2022

 

 

We made love like two champions

We lived life with a burning desire

We had a flame but now it's smoldering

I've tried everything to bring back that fire

 

           Terri-Anne I still wanna be your man

           Terri-Anne help me if you can

           Terri-Anne, I'm still your man

 

We shopped around, we're what we wanted

Non-conformists, partners and friends

We faced the wind, and time kept blowing

I built a shelter where we could not pretend

 

           Terri-Anne I still wanna be your man

           Terri-Anne help me understand

           Terri-Anne, I'm still your man

 

We had a dream, a silent contract

The only proof was written in a song

We had a home filled with laughter

I can't remember when, it's been so long

 

           Terri-Anne I still wanna be your man

           Terri-Anne help me with our plan

           Terri-Anne, I'm still your man

 

        I've wracked my brain to find your source of darkness

        To shed some light on that sad place you hide

        With all my failings I'll still fight resentment

        But to fix you Baby, I'm not qualified

 

We made love

                   Terri-Anne I still wanna be your man                                   

Like two chanpions                                                         

                  Terri-Anne help me if you can                           Terri-Anne I'm still your man

 


Cold Out Here

(Take me inside)                       

       words & music by

John Elias Casolary ©1994 ℗2022                                                                                                                                                               

 

Take me away to the place I forgot

Render my heart to a thing that's not bought

You can only hold me for so long

Sooner or later I'll be gone

 

    Don't you ever tell me you know how I feel

    And don't you just pretend and then say it's for real

                                         

           I'm on the outside while you're living inside

           I'm on the outside. It's gettin' cold out here

 

Take me away to the land I once worked

Callous these hands where my happiness lurked

Don't forget to tell me I'm home

`Cause given no direction I'll roam

 

    But don't you ever tell me you know how I feel

    And don't you ever say that my pain isn't real

                               

           I'm on the outside while you're living inside

           I'm on the outside. It's gettin' cold out here

               

      I'm fighting over nothing for the last time

      Who said you couldn't sing it if the words don't rhyme

 

          I'm on the outside while you're living inside

          I'm on the outside. It's gettin' cold out here...

                                                                       (Take me inside...)

 


   Danielle

                    (She wants to travel light)                                                                                       

                  words & music by: 

                    John Elias Casolary© 1990 ℗2022

 

Danielle, why do you have to be so free?

Spreading your love so evenly

Living your life in spite of me

 

Danielle, where are you now? I just don't know

I was a fool to let you go

Working your way to Mexico

         

   She wants to travel light, travel light, travel light with a heavy load         

   She wants to travel light, travel light, travel light with a heavy load

   But she carries baggage in her heart

 

Danielle, how could you make me feel this way

Turning my back on yesterday

 I should have known you wouldn't stay

 

     She wants to travel light, travel light, travel light with a heavy load           

     She wants to travel light, travel light, travel light with a heavy load                           

     But she carries baggage in her heart

 

                      Spending your time so desperately         

                      Trying to run away from me

 

Danielle, why do you have to be so free?

Spreading your love so evenly

Living your life in spite of me



                                          Livin' On Dreams                       

                                             (A poet's quest)

                                                  words & music by:

                                         John Elias Casolary© 1980 ℗2022                     

 

I've been runnin' for so long. Roads keep comin' then they're gone.

How much can I carry on dreams?

A wino asked me for a dime. I gave it to him just to hear his line.

He's says he's travelin', well I'm travelin' too

Livin' on dreams

 

Don't you know I'm getting bored of wanting things that I can't afford

Who said I had to be a king?

A big man says I'll go real far. If my luck holds out I'll be a star.

They say he's livin' high, well I'm livin' too

 

           Livin' on dreams, livin' on dreams

           I thought I was movin' up but now it seems

           I'm livin' on dreams

 

                       And if you find me in your life, and I use your lovin' arms

                       Just remember I'm a dreamer who never meant you any harm

 

Guess it's time that I was gone. When the rain comes I'll be movin' on

But when the snow chills my very soul I'll be thinking

Thinkin' `bout the life I've lead. I'm getting older but I'm still not dead.

Oh no, I've got borrowed time that I'm spending

 

           Livin' on dreams, livin' on dreams

           I thought I was movin' up but now it seems

           I'm livin' on dreams



                                         Look Out World               

                                      (I'm tired of crying)

                                                      words & music by:

                                      John Elias Casolary ©1972 ℗2022                                             

   

 If you only knew my mind then things wouldn't be so bad   

There's no use in tryin' to change you 'cause your whole viewpoint is sad   

 I've tried and lost at love many times in my lonesome life   

 I keep on hopin' yeah, everythings's gonna turn out right

 I'm throwin' away my pain, Honey

 Ain't gonna go insane

             

       Look out world, I'm tired of crying           

       I've had my fill of you yes and I'm goin' flying

     

Now what's the sense at living a life of tears   

When I just realized I've got another few more years   

It's about time to find     

A  little bit of peace in my mind

               

       Look out world, I'm tired of crying             

       I've had my fill of you yes and I'm goin' flying

                       

      Look out!

                        I'm goin' flying, flying



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