The Enthusiast

there once was a man whose early life was drastic,
they even say his heart was made of plastic,
yet through it all the man was enthusiastic,
the bad times he forgot; the good times he would list,
to all of those who knew him, he was an enthusiast.

It didn't matter if it was raining or volcanoes erupted in his yard,
it didn't matter if people starved to death, because life is so hard,
he didn't pay too much attention, after all ignorance is bliss,
the bad times he forgot; the good times he would list,
he was smiling all the time, the enthusiast.

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Who Do You Pray To?

Before you make your move,
Trying hard to improve,
Who do you pray to?

Before you give your speech,
With hope your words will reach,
Who do you pray to?

A prayer implies there's something else, bigger than you are,
It signifies there's something bigger, than wishing upon a star,
It positions you to recognize you should get out of the way,
And let the powers that are you, be part of your display.

Before you hit the road,
In fear you might implode,
Who do you pray to?

Before you meet your maker,
You believe is not a faker,
Who do you pray to?

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Hardest Part of the Day

It's the hardest part of the day,
Saying good bye to you,
Over and over again,
Saying good bye to you.

I know you're busy, baby,
Doing the things you do,
But it's so very hard,
Saying good bye to you.

Sometimes I read your love letters,
Think of good times from the past,
Clear that what your letters said,
Was never meant to last.

I know when you love to much,
It can blow up in your face,
I waste the day in regret,
With a handful of faded lace.

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Mighty Golden Gate

Walking over the span that's over sea and land,
I'll show her I'm no lower than the man,
Who told her he wanted to hold her hand.

Bridge to the other side, Mighty Golden Gate,
The Bay of Life and Death is wide,
You could get me to the other side,
Show me it's not too late.

I don't know who's to blame,
I don't know the list of the names,
Of those who flew like an airplane
From a bridge to the other side,
They were just falling.

Is it a twist of fate?
The line between love and hate?
I guess we'll just have to wait,
On a bridge to the other side,
Because I'm falling....

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Church of the Little Drummer Boy

He didn't do it for money,
He didn't to it for power,
It wasn't an inside job,
And he probably wasn't real.

But he wasn't controlled by the Mafia,
Maybe he was just a dream,
Or maybe just a hope,
Of what Christmas might mean.

Over the years many a child
Has heard of the Little Drummer Boy,
How he played his drum for Jesus
To bring the Baby some joy.

He didn't do it to be a big shot,
He wasn't Ginger Baker,
He played out of musical love,
And he wasn't a faker.

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Big City Bop

Welcome to New York City
City that never sleeps,
Bean counters everywhere,
All play for keeps,
Skinny women, high heel shoes,
Trottin' to the the top,
High steppin' broken glass,
Doin' the Big City Bop.

Sunny San Francisco,
See vet with one leg,
Exercising freedom of speech,
Exercising freedom to beg,
Shoutin' to the chic
Good luck reaching the top,
Sea of debris, bold and meek,
Doin' the Big City Bop.

Welcome to Dallas,
Pick-ups whizzin' by

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Of the Times I Spent with You

Of the times I spent with you,
I know I will never forget,
Of the times I spent with you,
I know I will never regret.

Of the times I spent with you,
I know I'll never complain,
You were just doing what you had to do,
And I was just doing the same.

And as the end is drawing near,
And soon it's time to go,
Let me make this crystal clear,
There's something you should know.

There was never another love,
Who could ever take your place,
Never a brighter smile,
Than the one upon your face.

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Bobby Fischer

your pappy ain't your pappy, but that's OK,
well, he ain't your pappy, but that's ok
you can still play chess anyway,
bobby fischer.

yes, you can play the game of chess,
yes, the game of chess,
but in the game of life, your life is a mess,
bobby fischer.

I don't know but something ain't right,
I don't know but something ain't right,
you were a jew, yet an anti-semite,
bobby fischer,

being paranoid ain't so bad,
I mean it ain't so bad,
considering the life you had,
bobby fischer.

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Punch Line

I heard a word that knocked me down,
A right cross word that broke my heart,
Then an upper cut, sorely felt,
A shot below the belt.

You went back to your neutral corner,
I staggered to my feet,
My peek-a-boo style no longe an option,
Thinking, if I'm in Hell, it's a repeat.

I get short on hopes,
Falling through the ropes,
With the coming division,
Of a split decision.

You got to get inside to mix it up,
Take the punishment if you can,
The whole scene is hit and miss,
Words are hard to understand.

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Things Get FUNKY Fast

try to keep it shiny,
try to make it last,
every time you turn around,
things get funky fast.

try for law and order,
the die is cast
every time you turn around,
things get funky fast.

no matter how you figure,
no matter how big the blast,
bowling pins built to fall down,
and things get funky fast.

toil and trouble,
hang on what we do,
and bloodhounds,
coming after you.

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