I play an assortment of  covers and originals,
As backgound  or loud and up front.  My Motto is
Make 'em Dance

Guitar Chris Brudy

Playing an assortment of originals and covers,
either unobtrusively in the background, or blasting
out the house, or doing cozy sing-a-longs. 

 
 

I'd like to pointillism out the scene

these details are too small to see

I walk around from front to back

to find out where this installation's at

What are you doing? What is it you're doing?

And Is it Art? But, Is it Art?


They are blowin' snot against the canvass

To hurl upon that vast white blank mass

Like Pollack serving up his soul,

All covered in guts, from tip to toe

What are you doing? What is it you're doing?

And Is it Art? But, Is it Art?


Still, I can't help but worry

But wait, it's always hurry, hurry,

We all must know! It's our cross to bear!

Is it art? But is it Art?


Did you story your glories in a nude ascent

just to come back down in a cubed descent

Did you sign your mirrored hand reversed

Cut off your ear to meet a curse?

What are you doing? What is it you're doing?

And Is it Art? But, Is it Art?

Nobody Knows

There should be twenty guys doin' twenty for treason

Then 20,000 more by the end of this season

The Bush Administration has red blood on it's hands

Put 'em all in prison, and save our promised land


When the golds's in the basement, You will search for your old buddies

But when the bullion's gone, The landfill takes their bodies

30 search dogs dying, and you say the air's alright

Singers lose their voices and grandmas lose their lives


There should be twenty guys doin' twenty for treason

Then 20,000 more by the end of this season

The Bush Administration has red blood on it's hands

Put 'em all in prison, and save our promised land


Spend 43 million, checking Clinton's obstruction

But only 600 grand on the Manhattan destruction

Somebody told Giuliani, we're gonna be "pulling" that building

Rudy should tell us under oath, who gave him that warning?


There should be twenty guys doin' twenty for treason

Then 20,000 more by the end of this season

The Bush Administration has red blood on it's hands

Put 'em all in prison, and save our promised land


They spent more time searching, the wreckage of a barge

Ask who cleaned the world trade center, no one's in charge

It takes five grieving wives four hundred fifty days,

To wake our Congress up, and check these evil ways


There should be twenty guys doin' twenty for treason

Then 20,000 more by the end of this season

The Bush Administration has red blood on it's hands

Put 'em all in prison, and save our promised land


I remember the days of furry browed Senator Sam Erwin

Raking Haldermann over the brimstone coals a burnin'

And dream of a pea-brained "Double ya", boarding his last flight

Finally gone to Leavenworth, for the rest of his life

There should be twenty guys doin' twenty for treason

Then 20,000 more by the end of this season

 

First I saw it in black and white

I tell you I was afraid for my life

But I admit I wanted to know what its like

To make that dope crazed blond my wife.


The Crumby Freak Brothers took their toll

The Doobie Brothers got me on a roll

“Dave's not here” titillated my soul

All I knew was stuffing bowls


Reefer Madness, I need you today

Reefer Madness, please lead me astray


It was just say no Reagan told us so

This movie makes me scared but bold

My resistance soon began to fold

I burnt my stash of Acapulco Gold


My brain's in the frying pan again

I have reaped the fruits of my smokin' sin

It was upon the screen, gray and grim

But hey, I say, let's see it again


Reefer Madness, I need you today

Reefer Madness, please lead me astray


Its obvious, its all there in shades of gray

This flick will make you zany, and drive you half insane


Some drunken fool T-Boned a pole

Commended to God his mortal soul

I drive by goin' real slow

Watch drink screw another schmo


I pull up to my surfin' spot

Make sure my bowl is stuffed with pot

Drunks fight knee deep in the wash

With juice I'm done, I've seen enough


Reefer Madness, I need you today

Reefer Madness, please lead me astray

Reefer Madness, I need you today

Reefer Madness, please lead me astray

 
 
 
Ain't got no money, don't drive a car,
This shirt on my back won't take me too far,
Well, I'd like to tell you all about the blues,
But you've heard it all before

My baby left me,
I said “take it all”,
Her cat went with her,
Now I'm havin' a ball.
Well I'd like to tell you all about the blues,
But you've heard it all before.

Every night it's the same old line
The same old words, every time
You try to throw your two cents in,
But my dime baby, it's much too thin

Wrecked the car got a DUI,
They took my license from me 'til the end of time
Well, I'd like to tell you all about the blues,
But you've heard it all before.

Ain't got no money, don't drive a car,
This shirt on my back won't take me too far,
Well, I'd like to tell you all about the blues,
But you've heard it all before

My face is goin blue, my cool is headin' south

I could have been urbane, But I’m foamin' at the mouth

Lash me to the mast, Chain me to the tree

I’m stark raving mad, And its obvi---ous to see....... 'cause..

I Love …........ You

It's all I want to do, all I want to do

A stone statue in an instant

I'm frozen to the spot

I try to move my lips

But I've forgotten how to talk

Could have taken cover

Could have hidden from the wind

When the ground started shakin'

And lighting struck again, 'cause

I............Love …........ You

It's all I want to do, all I'll ever do


Killer dampened carpets

Tire poppin flippin fords

Silent settled gag orders,

It's profit more, for sure

A headlong rush to power,

Leaves the rest behind

A love and her life wasted,

Just to make a dime …... but

I............Love …........ You

It's all I wannato do, it's all I'll ever do, It's what I want to do


Darling Lover, give it one more chance

I’m sure we’ll see it on the very first glance,

And when our eyes meet, the sparks will dance,

That's how we'll know, we never lost our romance

After all these years, I’ve learned the truth

I got more blemishes than Bible babe’s Ruth

It hurts so bad when you call my name

Knowing I’m gonna lose this hide and seek game


I know it's not been easy

I've had my share of false takes

But I know it could be breezy

If we could get past, my million mistakes


Listen to me girl, I can’t go on

Unless you tell me you will be the one

Promise me you’ll never leave me alone

You’d take away with you, my heart and my soul

There’s a way to a better life

There’s a bridge to far better times

I tell you girl, we'll find our way

And we’ll finally have, our shining day


Darlin’ lover, well, I’ll always be true

I’ll always do the things you want me to do

I’ll always say the words you want me to say,

That’s how you’ll know, our love never fades


 
 
But Is It Art?
A Blue Boobie
 
 
 
 
 
 

Twenty for Treason

 
 

Reefer Madness

 
 
Out of my Mind

 

Ain't got no money.....

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Lash Me to the Mast

 
 
 

Darling Lover

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