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Video: As Far As I Can Tell Wrote this as part of a "here's a lyric, write a song" challenge. The germ lyric was the opening line. I kinda like this goofy song. |
I
thought I was in hell but it was just Cleveland
There’s a background full of banjos
Playing out of tune
There’s an army of shark-skinned attorneys
Waiting to depose me When I walk into the room
They say the mind can turn a hell to heaven But
most the time it makes a bigger hell
They tell me I can choose to make it better But it never did as far as I can
tell
Walking in a pit of burning charcoal My
feet feel kinda funny And
my toes are turning black
Then a green-eyed red-head beauty beckons to me And
I get a funny feeling That I won’t be turning back [Middle] As
far as I can tell my mind’s a liar It
shows me lots of stories
That it thinks that I should see But
it’s a two-way mirror into nowhere And
whoever’s on the other side Is a devil who’s not me Is
this a dream or do I dream I’m dreaming?
Drowning at the bottom Of
a well too deep to climb I
thought this was Cleveland, I was wrong
Turns out all the hell Was all in my mind © 2015 Chuck Puckett |
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Video: Always In the Way Not Old And In the Way, but Always. Like the Tao. And a love song. |
If I'm missing on the beat If my callous hands are cold If I'm starting to repeat And my lines are getting old You don't need to walk away Just because the road is clear Come back and have your say You can't get away from here Anyway We are always in the Way In everything we do Always in the way On the way to who knows who Who knows why or who knows when? Surely it must come again We’ll never go astray ‘Cause we’re always in the Way While you waited for the fall I came through your back door You never tried to call To ask what I came for The reasons are not clear They never came to light But you should never fear Doing what is right Anyway When you wander in the wood Find a path that leads you home You know you always should Forsake your chaperone When you set out on the way You’ll remember what to do Pick an instrument to play The song you always knew Anyway
© 2016 Chuck Puckett |
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Video: Alabama Summer It's HOT down here in the summertime. Seriously hot! |
Walking by the river in the month of July
Sweating like an ice cold coke
It’s easy to forget almost anything at all
Memories are nothing but smoke
Feeling kinda stupid, feeling kinda slow Be
nice to maybe sit in the shade
Alabama summer is a special hell
Roasting at a hundred centigrade Roasting at a hundred centigrade The
sun is the devil come to take a peek
Looking for some souls that he can fry A
hundred habanero wouldn’t be this hot
Getting cool you’d prob’ly have to die
Sidewalk’s is a furnace, melting solid steel
Pavement feels like lava on your feet
Alabama summer wraps you in flames
Cooking you to do death in the heat Loving you to do death in the heat You
know you must be crazy to live in this place
Migration is an option to explore
It’s hard to tell the difference, sunburn or stroke
Your body just can’t take it any more
Feeling like a fever, feeling like a flame Be
nice to maybe sit in the shade
Alabama summer is a special hell
Roasting at a hundred centigrade Roasting at a hundred centigrade
© 2016 Chuck Puckett |
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Video: Have Your Love I write a lot of songs about man-woman miscommunication. But this dude is not even close to figuring it out. |
She's a beauty, you can always tell
No one likes to be deceiv'ed,
The category here is "Empty Pleasure"
Tonight you're riding in a stormy saddle,
A man who wants her wants to try and keep
And in the morning when the ice has melted
© 2020 Chuck Puckett |
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Video: Dont Take Caroline Away Boy and girl separated by her father. Boy starts killing people. That's reasonable, right? Bimini Road performs. |
In the morning, the train is come to town That was all that the boy could do Papa Grainger said that she must leave Sheriff's men met John out at the track © 2011 Chuck Puckett |
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Video: Portions Nothing is ever clear or certain in this life. We only see parts of the picture. |
Portions and pieces and parts of the puzzle That’s all we see, that’s all we know Playing for time while looking for the answer Can’t find a soul who knows where to go I need to rest by the side of the highway No place to sleep, no place to hide A tornado wind is likely to take me Leave me in the desert, looking for a ride Wish you were here to lay by my side Wish that I could prove that I finally tried But all of my plans have finally died All of my plans have finally died Places and patterns and people appearing Like phantoms of dust before they depart Not one thing has ever been certain Nobody wants to show you their heart Looks like this road goes on forever Thought it was headed for someplace I knew It’s hard to believe that nothing is ever Decided in stone and known to be true Wish I was home and talking to you Wish there was something that we could do To make sure we make it all the way through Make sure we make it all the way through Trying to battle impossible problems Bricks in a wall that won’t seem to budge Pushing and shoving and trying to move ‘em Maybe the gods are holding a grudge Maybe the angels have flown back to heaven Maybe the devils are dancing in hell Here on this earth, we take what we are given Nothing to steal and nothing to sell Wish we were talking with stories to tell All of your tales that held me in a spell Somewhere someone is ringing a bell Someone we used to know very well © 2019 Chuck Puckett |
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Video: Brutus An unabashedly political song? Still relevant? It could be, unless we stay vigilant. |
When the story of our time is told And our children write it down They won’t believe that all this
happened When we were fooled by a clown By a man who would be king If kings were still allowed He wanted everyone to mind him He wanted everyone to bow Caesar’s lost his mind Thinks he’s the only boss Where is Brutus when you need him I guess he got his signals crossed He got lost in the Senate Can’t tell what’s true from false Missed his chance to fix what’s
wrong Now the whole damn country’s lost There comes a time in every life When it’s clear you need to act And if you fail to do the deed There will be no going back The ship of state is sinking low The sharks are circling round It’s a long way to the shore And we can’t find solid ground Caesar thinks he’s God If he stops to think at all Caesar’s going crazy And his brain is way too small He never feels a thing But hatred, fear and strife But one thing’s very sure: He needs to feel the knife When the future looks back at us They’ll think we were all asleep That we had no comprehension Of how we were in so deep That we wouldn’t face the truth We were paralyzed by doubt But if a cancer eats your soul Then you’ve got to cut it out © 2020 Chuck Puckett |
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Video: Find My Next Regret A bit of swampy, honky tonk song. Ruthie sings it so well. |
Sitting on a bar stool, trying hard to act cool Looking at the young girls taking turns to play pool A glass in my hand but I ain’t drunk yet Can’t you help me, Lord, find my next regret Started looking Monday, now it’s almost Sunday Love is hard to find, but I know I’ll find it one day Well, not exactly love, just somebody that I met Can’t you help me, Lord, find my next regret He’ll probably drive around in a big Corvette I know I’m gonna find him, but I ain’t found him yet He’s bound to break my heart, that’s exactly what I’ll get Still I’d like to find my next regret Still I’d like to find my next regret On the prowl and hungry, howling like a banshee I don’t want no high class, not too hard to please me Searching for you, baby, but I ain’t found you yet Don’t you wanna be my next regret? I need to let ‘em know I’m, looking for a good time, Love is hard to find, but I’m bound to find it sometime Well, maybe not love, but whatever I can get Maybe, baby, you can be my next regret Waiting in the back hall, need to make a phone call Looking at the girls in the bar playing eight ball Trying to explain, but I always forget Still I’d like to find my next regret Might be tonight, but I wouldn’t take the bet Can’t you help me, Lord, find my next regret © 2011 Chuck Puckett |
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Video: Gimme That Sundown Blues I wrote, like the song says, sitting on the porch. |
Nothing like a
little rain at the end of a sunny day
Make you pack up
your blues and toss 'em all away
Gimme that sundown
everytime
Let it all rundown
in my mind, in my mind
I can sit all day
long not feel a blessed thing
Let sundown come
along, Lord, the feelings that it brings
Gimme that sundown
everytime
Let it all rundown
in my mind, in my mind
Front porch in the
springtime, sitting on the step
Looking out over
half the world, the other half at my back
The sun eases low,
streaking across the sky
Watching the whole
universe go and too tired to wonder why
Back porch in the
fall, sitting in the rain
Thinking 'bout my
troubles, trying to ease my pain
The sun sinking
down, bleeding across the sky
Watching my whole
world drown and just too tired to cry
We could sit here
forever, wouldn't matter a bit
Gonna keep on
sinking low, ain't never gonna quit
Gimme that sundown
everytime
Let it all rundown
in my mind, in my mind, in my mind © 2011 Chuck Puckett |
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Video: Make A Little Fuss On Me Just a feel good song. Maybe a dance tune! |
Got
somewhere I know, somewhere we can go
Spend a little jack, drink a little joe
Maybe we could shuffle to your favorite song
Maybe we could shuffle all night long I
don’t mind whatever’s on your mind I
don’t mind if we should spend some time
I’ll take care of you, tell you what I see And
you can make a little fuss on me
Make a fuss on me, make a little fuss on me
Make a fuss on me And
you can make a little fuss on me Make a fuss on me
Tomorrow’s got some deadlines, yes I know it’s true But
tomorrow’s gonna wait until tomorrow’s due
Tonight we’re in no hurry, no place we got to be So
you can make a little fuss on me
Make a fuss on me, make a little fuss on me Make a fuss on me
This is no complaint, no attempt to be too cool
This not a game to win and not a point to lose
This is just a moment in a place I’d like to stay
I’ll probably mess it up, but honey, anyway You
can make a little fuss on me
Make a fuss on me, make a little fuss on me Make a fuss on me
Yesterday you told me I was worth the wait I
wonder what you meant and I hope it’s not too late I’m
still in no hurry, no place I got to be So
you can make a little fuss on me
Make a fuss on me, make a little fuss on me Make a fuss on me © 2011 Chuck Puckett |