Created: 1986
Performers: No version available,
Information: Wrote this sucker in my dorm room while I was still attending W.C.U. So figure out that this is most likely the oldest song I still like to play on occasion. Wrote it on my old Pawn Shop guitar mom got me from some store just inside Chester. This one along with Who Plays the Fool and Pamela were my first three songs. All writen in my room just before I came down with mono and eventually dropping out. Soon after I had no job and becoming destitute I had to sell tricks as a male prostitute down on Locust St. for most of that long summer. Ahhh, no.
VERSE 1:
The final sonata
Chapter to my life babe
Has been written, an unfinished script
This playwright has written his last play
Time for him to go to sleep
VERSE 2:
And as I make my way home though the fading shadows
The Stars and the owls they watch me from above
On the silence of an autum night God speaks to me
In rythmic tones of love
And he says...
CHORUS:
Watch out for the Phantoms of the Past my son
They set traps along the way
If you don't watch your step, they will drag you down
And then they'll be no time for the play
This is my play
ENDING:
And the king in his stride
Knocking the poor jester aside
Takes queen, checkmate, it's all fair play
Leaving our poor jester in dismay
Dreaming of Phantoms of the past
Created: 1987
Performers: no version
Information: Part one of the massive Phantombs of the Past five part tune, which has mercifully been split apart and sold to high biders everywhere. The tunes that remain are Trust in You, Love You, and this one Phantoms part 1. Phantoms part 2 is most likely the longest tune I have and was only performed in public once or twice a long long time ago. The only other song of this monster was jester's betrayle which eventually became Loubt on a Whim, which in turn ended up mostly as Ressurection Song.
VERSE 1:
They walked to the station, he carried his life in his hands
His arm tight around her, to protect from the harsh November winds
Later he would recall some touching moment that never was or would be allowed
They kissed at the platform and never saw each other again
VERSE 2:
Do you remember the night that you held her and spoike your empty mind
And you knew at that moment that nothing would ever be the same again
Even now the memory of that place and the games he once played there still haunt him
But there’s no way back. There’s no Plan A
VERSE 3:
For the common good you let her go
Set them up and sold your worthless soul
You stood at the window and watched as your world slowly died
And as they walked away hand in hand
You knew that yours were tied, by Plan B
VERSE 4:
And in the end we will fall down upon our knees
And beg forgivness for the sins of ourselves and our Plan B’s
Some say we were planning for failure, self fulfilling prophicy
But you and I both know
That today we just live out Plan B
CHORUS:
Time will come, and time will go
But Plan B you will always know is the way
It was never supposed to be
People arrive, and they go away
But Plan B is here to stay for the duration
Until Plan B became Plan A
Created: 1990
Performers: Demo version,
Information: Was always really proud of the harmonys that this song had in it. But never made a master recording of it. Ned keeps telling me to get it done, but as always I put it off in favor of new stuff. I simply love the concept of plan b. The fact that the course we often take is the one that was just our backup plan, and it eventually becomes our only plan. This is how my life has been anyway, I can't speek for everyone (though my bandmates will argue this point I'm fairly sure)
VERSE 1:
Well I walk on in the sun
And I walk all day
And I walk on through the rain
That never ever seems to go away
Well I’m a musician by night
But I’m a mailman by day
CHORUS:
The inside of my truck’s about a thousand degrees
Not looking where I was going walked through a swarm of bees
A dog tore the back now out my shorts
And as I stood there bleeding and crying the owner he says of course
VERSE 2:
Well he never bit nobody, until he met you
You must have smelled funny
Tell me what did you do
I said I was walking down your walkway
And I heard some bushes rustle
So I turned and I saw Satan
And I started to hustle
The devil in dog form, descended on me like a storm
And all I can say is thank God I was facing the other way
VERSE 3:
Well now all the time I was talking that dog had his eye on my other cheek
It was plump, juicy, round, and firm
I was distracted, I was weak
Without warning, without sign
He bolted for my butt
Had but a moment to decide
How I was going to handle this mutt
I whipped out my doggie mace
Sprayed him in his doggie face
And it didn’t do shit
VERSE 4:
Well it’s all in a days work for those boys in blue
Not the ones with the guns, although some of them do
The moral of the story I think you will agree
Is that there ain’t no glory in being a mailman like me
I could have done anything, but here I am, just a mailman
I should have stayed in school, now I’m just a pack mule
With a farmers tan
Created: 1992
Performers: Only known version, Earl Grey Slurpy 1995 album
Information: I was sitting on a log at a friends Eagles party back in September of 1992 playing this 12 bar blues tune with a guitar player whos band I had quit earlier that year. This girl walks up to me and from out of nowhere hands me a beer. I said thanks and continued to play my postman tune which as it so often does, amuse the audience. I finished and sat down to watch the game with this mysterious beer giving girl. She thought my music so clever, she had two of my children. Now that friends and neighbors is my biggest fan! And that is.....the rest of the story.....good day!