Title Warehouse #7 (parenthetical, mostly infinitive, clause edition)

They Thwarted a Plan (to blow up a dam)

It Don't Take a Baseball Bat (to break a pinata)

It's Still Illegal (to run me over)

It's Hard (to beat you) When You Beat Yourself

(I never show up) For Death

Title Warehouse #6

600 Meters of Dutch Boys

Ugly as Sin (and twice as popular)

The Captain's Panties

Personal Dust Bowl

Puttin' in Time (and gettin' back gumballs)

First the Beer, then the Wine, then the Bourbon (and then the Bitter Tears)

You swore that your change wouldn't jingle
in your pocket from walking away.
But you first played that song seven years ago,
and I'm still dancing to it today.

I pour out a glass
for the good times
that haven't come near me
for years:
first the beer, then the wine,
then the bourbon--
and then, the bitter tears.

You taught me to drink beer like water.
You taught me to drink wine like beer.
You made me see red wine in bourbon
and Mardi Gras in the Jewish New Year.

I pour out a glass
for the good times
that haven't come near me
for years:
first the beer, then the wine,
then the bourbon--
and then, the bitter tears.

We were famed for our inebriation
with each other, right from the start.
Then like Carry Amelia Nation,
you smashed the saloon of my heart.

Title Warehouse #5

Stuck in a Rut Called You

I'll Tell You What I'm Thinkin' ('cause I'm Drunk)

Finish Your Platitudes (there are children in China with no common sense)

Congratulations on Your Magical Pants!

Why Won't You Stay?

I said that you were sweet like sugar.
You smiled and so I figured
I had gotten something right.
But I got hungry in the night
and tried to scoop up
a cup,
so we had to have a little fight.

Why won't you stay where I put you?
You're always doing something
that I didn't think you could.
Why won't you stay where I put you?
Why won't you stay understood?

I said that you were soft and warm,
like the wooly underwear
our grandparents used to wear.
But I got cold in the night
and tried to unsnap
your flap,
so we had to have a little fight.

Why won't you stay where I put you?
You're always doing something
that I didn't think you could.
Why won't you stay where I put you?
Why won't you stay understood?

I said that you were cold as an icepick
someone firmly took in hand
and jammed into my ear.
You said, "babe, you're too precise
and too uptight
tonight,"
and then we fooled around all night.

Why won't you stay where I put you?
You're always doing something
that I didn't think you could.
Why won't you stay where I put you?
Why won't you stay understood?

Fun is for the Young

You can hold 'em back.
Fuss and fight.
Preach and teach.
Make 'em stand up right.
Lock 'em in their rooms.
Fill 'em with your fears.
Make 'em like you.
Make 'em dread each year.

Give your children condoms.
Let your children play.
Hand buzzer gags and porno mags.
Bicycles and bondage games.
I have seen the grownup world.
The grownup world is dumb.
Fun.
Fun is for the young.

You can press 'em down.
Growl and spit.
Wash out their mouths
if they say "tit".
Call up the priest
to cast out their will.
If all else fails,
put 'em on pills.

Give your children condoms.
Let your children play.
Hand buzzer gags and porno mags.
Bicycles and bondage games.
I have seen the grownup world.
The grownup world is dumb.
Fun.
Fun is for the young.

The choice is yours
until the choice is theirs
so take their choice away.
If you can't join 'em, beat 'em.
Berate 'em and beat 'em.
Berate 'em and beat 'em.
Berate 'em berate 'em berate 'em berate 'em

or just

give your children condoms.
Let your children play.
Hand buzzer gags and porno mags.
Bicycles and bondage games.
I have seen the grownup world.
The grownup world is dumb.
Fun.
Fun is for the young.

Draft Bier #1

Drafts of songs decomposed in this forum:

It's Boston's Fault

Ego Free

LIMF and HIF

I Shit on My Grave

Fighting Tube

You sat on your ass.
You read and woolgathered.
Like a wet glass on wood
you left rings 'round what mattered.
Now you sit there and say
you'll stand up for what's right,
but you might as well wave goodnight.

'cause when you look back and see blood
it's too late for peace and love.
The judge says
it's time.
To pull out your fighting tube.

You snacked on crunch snacks,
fat beef and cheese platters.
You drove everywhere,
even bedroom to bathroom.
Now you sit there and plan
to exercise your rights,
but you might as well wave good night.

'cause when you look back and see blood
it's too late for peace and love.
The doctor says
it's time.
To pull out your fighting tube.

And you won't miss it.
Not a bit.
You may wonder
what you saw in it.
You'll feel the peace
spreading out beneath you.
And you'll wonder just what took you.

'cause when you look back and see blood
it's too late for peace and love.
You know
it's time.
To pull out your fighting tube.

Title Warehouse #4

• My Very Female Wife
• The Funniest Man in Texas
• Oh, Craquerstan, My Craquerstan!
  
• Tho Thor

It's Boston's Fault

The people of Boston are so liberal.
I wanna fuck that boy.

So open-minded and so liberal.
I wanna fuck that boy.

The people of Boston are so liberal.
Makes me wanna fuck that boy.

So screwed up and so liberal.
I wanna fuck that boy.

And I've never even been to Boston.
I wouldn't know the way.
But somethin' 'bout those people in Boston
seems to be turnin' me gay.

I wanna fuck that boy.


A little trip into the mind of Rick Santorum.

Here's a draft of the song.