Bashing and Banging

 

Bashing and Banging

Copyright © 2015 by Bill Crozier


The Guy

The guy in the red jersey passes me soaring

As I pass the older guy with the touring handlebars


I love the great sweep of the highway

As I glide by the pond on a Friday afternoon


(chorus)

My eye on the water

My eye on the fourth of July

My eye on the fire

My eye on the earth and the sky, yeah


I spent the evening with Cassiopeia

I love the line from alpha to delta

Y’ feel me?


(chorus)

I’m on a mountainside, I am a stone

I found myself laughing when I left my phone at my sister’s house


(instrumental, repeat chorus, repeat first verse)


Anything

I made the last two connections

I gave a fast explanation

The wind is blowing in every direction

I gave a fast explanation

I don’t wanna, I can’t have a favorite anything


Some guy on the radio hoedown

Why does he think that I want a showdown?

Alberta calls me as the cross goes down

Why does she think that I want a showdown?

I don’t wanna, I can’t have a favorite anything


I was cool till she tried to hang me

I pull up the wisteria angry

Jasmine and coffee and berries like candy

I pull up the wisteria angry

I don’t wanna, I can’t have a favorite anything


I like blue like the sky

Blue like the sea


The tail of my tale is a stone’s throw

There’s no number one ‘cause I said so!

I can’t tell you why ‘cause I don’t know

There’s no number one ‘cause I said so!

I don’t wanna, I can’t have a favorite anything


South Amboy

I went north to South Amboy, oh boy

When I got out I had a thousand toys

Shiny bits of steel

I’d tell you how I feel

If I were Nikolayevich Tolstoy


I went south to North Delran, oh man

I long to understand

Trying not to hide

Trying to decide

How I might design my master plan


I went east to West Virginny

Slept in a humble abode

Burnin’ rice to Mount Kittatinny

Pull over to the side of the road


I went west to East Jabip oh shit

That’s right I said I had enough of it

I said it all before

In 1984

And then again in 1996


(repeat chorus, repeat first verse)


Parlor

There’s a mud room where I take off all my shoes

Here’s a whisk broom

I don’t pay no union dues

Don’t have a parlor

But I have a parlor guitar

Knocked down the arbor

Between two mountains in the yard

It’s not hard to climb that far


It was April when the wind blew down the wall

“Test the faithful, ” I said as it began to fall

It says “Crozier” on the permit from the town

I was a builder before they wrote it down

I look around every time I hear the sound


I pulled the wires

I pulled the pipes

I smelled the fire

In the night

I pulled the wires

I pulled the pipes

I built it entire

I have the right


I know the way up the stairwell in the attic

A glass of IPA in my garret

There’s no sky light but there’s a window to the west

I have no pilot light

Just a heart beating in my chest

Oh yes, that’s right, correct


There’s no sky light but there’s a window to the west

I have no pilot light

Just a heart beating in my chest

Oh yes, that’s right, correct


Here’s My Dime

Do my time gonna see the world, sorry I can’t stay

Here’s my dime for a pretty girl on this special day


Where you goin’ you pretty bird?

Right before my eye

If I dream up every word

I would never cry


(chorus)

You’re like a famous statue

I will always stare at you

You’re in every song I sing

I’ve been given everything


And so they took a chance

On the day they set me free

I know that you can dance

But you can’t dance with me


Where you goin’ you pretty bird?

Right before my eye

If I dream up every word

I would never cry


(repeat chorus, repeat first verse)


Robert

I don’t eat frogs, but I speak French

La croix du sud is the Southern Cross

I’m not a dog, but I pee on the fence

To let the animals know who’s boss


I dig the earth, I pull out stones

I know where the water runs

I write a verse, I tickle the bones

I know why the toaster hums


(chorus)

I’m not a fly, I’m not an ant

I’m not a busy bee

Robert had the right idea, the right idea for me


Not just for eggs I feed the birds

I must prepare for zombie time

It goes like this or so I’ve heard

When I’m not sure I go online


(repeat chorus, synthesizer instrumental, repeat chorus, repeat first verse)


September Song

There are no songs for September

Who wants to jump and shout?

It’s not hard to remember

It’s not hard to figure out

Summer’s almost over

Shoot one more game of pool

No more running through the clover

I gotta go to school


I want more vacation

But I can’t trust the sky

I wait for compensation

So I’m not gonna cry

I’m up at five for coffee black

Can’t wait for it to cool

Breakfast over tarmac

I gotta go to school


(repeat first verse)

I gotta go to school (repeat)


Happy Birthday

Turn through the pine trees

Pine for the blue sea

Fly straight then bank left in slow-mo

Sing happy birthday

Have a cowboy Friday

And a warm Pilsner and I’m back in Togo


I see a little sunny in my next plan

I’ll never give you money with my left hand


Misty mountain roadway

Misty eyes in the marché

I dream of mangoes, coffee and coco


I see a little sunny in my next plan

I’ll never give you money with my left hand


Sing happy birthday

Have a cowboy Friday

And a warm pilsner and I’m back in Togo


Sign with the moon shine

Shine when the tune rhymes

Bashing and banging since one year ago-go


I see a little sunny in my next plan

I’ll never give you money with my left hand (repeat)


Exercise

If you don’t meet your ambition

Change your method of addition

Or change your definition of velocity

Hold your speed around the bender

Never stop, never surrender

That’s not how I remember

My philosophy, but


If you don’t get your blood a flowing (chorus)

Go see your pastor

If you don’t like how fast you’re going

Go a little faster


Do the rounds I’ll take Victori-(a), I do Clark but not like Chloe

Would – I know which way I go, I know what I like


(Instrumental) (repeat chorus)


By the bridge is a man with a sandwich

Down by the sand and trees

I rode by the man with the sandwich

I bet it was ham with cheese

Do the rounds I’ll take Victori-(a), I do Clark but not like Chloe

Would – I know which way I go, I know what I like


Skiing, skating, running, rowing, swimming on the river flowing

I prefer the way I’m going, riding on my bike

I prefer the way I’m going, riding on my bike, yeah