The writing on the wall (lyrics)

Now you think

That you know

What’s going on inside

The moving picture show

All you see is a shadow of projection

What I feel

How I live

The motives driving me

The things I had to give

Lying still in a limbo of rejection

It wasn’t long before I knew

The awful story in plain view

The hand that wrote upon the wall belonged to you

It wasn’t just a different page

So many little things I did inspired such rage

You must have known it, too.

When we met

It was Fate

We had hopes

That it was not too late

We were pulled by a chemical attraction

I was I.

You were you.

We both did exactly what we had to do

A simple, equal and opposite reaction.

I can’t despise you, you were right

It’s best to keep me out of sight

I couldn’t help myself.

You couldn’t empathize.

I’m strong but still I lost control

I did things that I’ve often told the others

Not to do. You saw it all as lies.

Which drop of acid got me wet?

I taste you in each cigarette

But I don’t regret one second, anyhow.

I took my shirt off in the rain

I’m not afraid to feel more pain

And I’d do it all again, even now

Six String Beauty (Owen Scott, III, all rights reserved)

Verse

You spot her

You want her

You got her and you flaunt her

You see her

You choose her

And now you want to use her

You play her

You crank her

You yank her and you spank her

She’s a six string beauty

She’s a rock & roll queen

Verse

You meet her

you take her

Be careful not to break her

You can kiss her

and stroke her

You're always such a joker

Cajole her

implore her

You worship and adore her

She’s a six string beauty

She’s a rock & roll queen

Chorus

You open the case and your heart starts to pound

Put the strap across her body and you spin her around

One hand tickles her neck, the other one picks the lock

You plug your cable in her, Jack, and now you’re ready to rock

Guitar solo on verse/chorus/verse

Chorus

She's funky down low where you’re crunching the groove

Feeling the power and you’re starting to move

Now your fingers dig in and you’re making her scream

She’s a hard-rocking, smack-talking aquamarine

Verse

She’s dancing

She’s singing

The chords are surely ringing

She’s smoking

She’s burning

The wheels are steady turning

She’s rocking

She’s rolling

The bells are sturdy tolling

She’s your six string beauty

she’s a rock & roll queen

Chorus

When she steps out on stage, she’s a radiant light

When you flip her little switch she’s a player’s delight

She’s right there when you need her and she’ll go all night

She’ll do anything you say if you just talk to her right

Verse

She’s moaning

She’s whining

She’s transcendental shining

She’s steaming

She’s slamming’

She’s ramming and she’s jamming

She’s laughing

She’s crying

She’s suffering and dying

She’s a six string beauty

She’s the girl of your dreams

Time to go home

When you’re venturing forth

Into the heart of the night

And you wander into somewhere

And it doesn’t feel right

But you find yourself smoking

With a couple of gnomes

You may think you’ve gotten lucky

But, it’s time to go home

When you stumble through the tables

And you’re looking for hope

But you only find static

At the end of the rope

And the bells begin tolling

And your lips start to foam

That’s your momma’s voice calling

Saying, “Time to go home.”

When the fire’s burned down

And she’s got you alone

Her knife cuts deep

Through your flesh to the bone

And you can’t say nothing

‘Cause she hung up the phone

You know the joke is on you,

And it’s time to go home

When your nerves are empty

And your knuckles are bent

‘Cause your neurotransmitters

Have been uselessly spent

And she’s gotten you good

And she’s written her poem

Still you want to hang in there

But it’s time to go home

Come on, boy, now,

You know how to do it

You can still step up,

There ain’t very much to it

You’ve done it before

And you’ll do it again

It’s the mystery theme

In the life of the man

Go home!

It’s time to go home!

Mystr Treefrog Road Trip

Heading up the Interstate,
Prince of Darkness in tow
We’re locked and loaded
and the rock’s steady ready to roll
(Texting) like a freak with my black sheep obsession
Unregistered dangerous mind in my possession
Sweet Francene’s all lean and mean
And Christopher Zogby,
that cat’s a percussion  machine
Mama-Shana’s putting the 15-pack into gear
And Mystr Treefrog, he’s our man, it’s clear
Hand me a beer.

We pull into Nazareth, laid back and lewd
Cruising for Thai and I hate to be rude
“Will you stay open late
‘cause we know it’s all good?”
The girls seem cool
but I hope they didn’t spit in our food
Stopping off at Starbucks to check with the kid
Back to the bungalow, dive into bed.


Wake up in New Jersey in a middle class hood
Scrounge a little breakfast and I feel pretty good
Jamming on the back porch, trying to channel Dylan,
19th Nervous Breakdown? Naw, we’re just chillin’!
Sweet Virginia’s sneakers still stuck in the ordure
I wonder what happens
when those baffoons record ya?
May be the Last Time, I don’t know
I grab up my gear ‘cause they’re ready to roll

Teaneck, Islip, Babylon West
Wee hours Dexter, not enough rest
Get a grip, son, gotta bring out your best
Cysted Twister phat boys, time for the test

Up on the stage “Are you a proctologist?”
“No, I’m just an asshole psychologist.”
Nobody ever made it by suffering fools
You don’t perform a rectal
‘less you got the right tools
Button down purple oxford, Looney Tunes tie
How many fingers does it take to say "Hi?"
Marshall stax, sound check, ready to rock
Don’t blink now ‘cause the band’s on the clock

Burning through God’s Gift, dynamite’s lit
The team’s really smokin’ and I can’t hear shit
Show’s in the books except waiting for the wrap
Hug Mr. Double and wade through the crap
That’s all folks, and it went pretty swell
Back in the van, light a green Marlboro
Fasten your seatbelts
We’re on the highway to hell
Road trip!
Mystr Treefrog road trip!