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Married Man
© 1997 Sean Altman |
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What's a married man doin' with nothin' but time on his hands? What's a married man? Fingers sticky got heart blood on his hands What's a married man? Primetime heard the wedding bells chime, they tolled your love away I suffer the lipstick blotch accordian crotch of fate What's a married man? That jelly-gut gimped your wedding jam What's a married man? Ring finger done bust that wedding band What's a married man? Springtime the aroma sublime we breathed our love bouquet But now we wheeze the funk, the panicky skunk decay What's a married man? Let the ladycrop soil your fertile land What's a married man? Done tidied that fat lip spick 'n' span She dashed my hope, high hope, high hope - the bait 'n' switch My hope high hope high hope - the little girl itch Hope, high hope high hope - the fatal twitch My hope, high hope, high hope What's a married man? Keep a-suckin' that mushroom-clouded clam What's a married man? Roll over go fetch lick on demand What's a married man? Next time skinnydip in the brine I'll scale my murky prey And if the pickle browns quick do a trickle-down trick - cut bait What's a married man? A married man... |
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Marry Me
© 1997 Sean Altman |
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All of my time begging for clues I count as necessary payment for you I fashion your face, envision your eyes A mighty mission for teardrops I'll dream you to life, you better Marry me & we'll pound our hearts to life Marry me & we'll slice on heaven's knife Marry me & I'll be there, be there Marry me & I'll marry you Do you exist & pray that we meet someday Do you look for love in every face on the street? Well come 'round my jail. Bring a cake hides a file I'll be the prisoner with crying eyes And the loneliest smile, you better Marry me & we'll bind our souls to one Marry me & we'll brown in heaven's sun Marry me & I'll be there, be there Marry me & I'll marry you I'll tap the ocean, vacuum the planet dry Shake down the universe 'til you tumble from the sky I'll mine the diamond in a mountain of sand The magical angel who's taking my hand I'm not a hero, I'm just a man But I'll give you every lick of love that I can And I'm not a brain but I know that this life Won't be no mission of madness With you by my side, you better Marry me & we'll burn with stars above Marry me & we'll drown in heaven's love Marry me & I'll be there, be there Marry me & I'll marry you |
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Mindy's Mine
unpublished work © 1998 Sean Altman & Noel Cohen |
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I saw you dis her at the donut shop Big man, you could make her cry Thought you could lick her like a lollipop But you sucked & she said goodbye You broke her heart, but I got her through it You had your chance, but buddy you blew it 'cause Now, Mindy's mine, all mine, Mindy's mine You'll never get her back, now Mindy's mine All mine, Mindy's mine...Mindy Even your homeys are puttin' you down Sayin' you ain't the man you used to be You look pathetic chasing us around I look terrific now that Mindy's with me You broke her heart but I got her through it You had your chance, but buddy you blew it 'cause Chorus Nose pressed up against the candy store But you're never never gonna taste Mindy no more Chorus |
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Miserable Destiny
© 1997 Sean Altman and Scott Leonard |
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It's my miserable destiny - the one piece of future that I can see Well it's my fate, my doom, my guarantee To hurt you baby the way my baby hurt me Somewhere in the morning hours of a black and white French day I saw you and realized you were that type of girl that I would be attempting to enjoy an intense association with within the confines of my cozy suede-filled homey pad. Steadfast in my quest for the holiest of tail, I flattered at such a pace I fear my smoking tongue mayhaps would develop some sort of heat-rash from overuse, but it quickly became clear the dirty deed would not be done with mere praise. Suddenly a little buggy voice whispered in my ear, and the little man he said to me he said It's my miserable destiny - the one chunk of future that I can see Well it's my luck, my lot, my guarantee To hurt you baby the way my baby hurt me So now you wanted more - an open dialogue involving those dreaded words of commitment. We paused for the moment of truth, realizing our repective futures - her life, my night - rested with my larynx. You asked, I caved, we did it and I had a sandwich... It's my miserable destiny..."Oh dear you are quite good at this!" So there it is - the fable of us. What can I say, we're all out of love... There ain't no good guy, there ain't no bad guy, there's only...comma-comma- down-dooby-doo-down-down...everybody was Kung Fu fighting. Just think of yourself as the missing link in the daisy-chain of pain, and remember... It's my miserable destiny - the one chunk of future that I can see Well it's my fate, my doom, my guarantee To hurt you baby the way my baby hurt me |
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More In Hate With You
© 2002 Sean Altman |
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I'm mourning over our remains & I revel in the gloom and brave the pain & I'm puzzling over just what to do 'cause I'm still in love but more in hate with you I lose you at the bottom of a bottle on rainy days But that's just a temporary remedy I'm afraid & my smile lies like a cheap disguise, but I know the truth That I'm still in love but more in hate with you You were mine -- I blink, you're gone instantaneously Now I'm wishing you here & wishing you dead simultaneously What a shiny fine double-edged sword you turned out to be That could bring me almost as much joy as misery If I had you here I could just as well kiss you as run you through 'cause I'm still in love but more in hate with you |
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My Home
© 1992 Sean Altman & David Yazbek |
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Is it the sky today - the way that the wind's pushing the clouds? Or is it the late-day sun, stretching the shadows over the ground That brings on these memories of people and places I've never seen And voices so strange and so sweet, asking me softly Where is my home? What makes this person me? Is it the little town where I was born? Or maybe it's history - the faces of family I've never known Somewhere across the sea where my great-grandmother left long ago Under a cold, crying moon, looking for something Where is my home? Where is my home? The walls of a city painted with promises and words so unkind Where is my home? The trees of a country where autumn came suddenly that I'll never find...? But then there's your face, my dear, and I know I'll never be walking alone The love in your eyes makes it clear, telling me softly This is my home |
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My Parents' Son
© 1994 Sean Altman |
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Drivin' the nail with a smack of my bat Cheerin' the buzzer as it fries the gnats So I'm up in the tree-house and night's gettin' nearer I hear through my cup 'n' string Mama (dinner's done) I never knew any voice nearer or dearer Lucky to be my parents' son I'm my parents' son I cracked up the class with a wit what would sting The unsavory element crowned me its king The strip was a funhouse of havoc and Bacchus I scoffed at the pleas of my Mama (careful, son) And Pop got his watch back - the pawnshop was gracious Lucky to be my parents' son I'm my parents' son Some expert 'll say it's the way I was raised I don't think they know me too well My folks were the only ones kept me from falling to hell Now don't you believe that jury of my peers Y'see I thought that man in Vermont was a deer Five years in the big house made life a bit clearer Through the visitor's Plexiglas Mama (come home, son) And Pop bought my stuff back from some auctioneer Lucky to be my parents' son I'm my parents' son |
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The Notion
© 2001 Sean Altman & Michelle Albano |
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The notion of you is better than the real you The idea of you drove me wild The real you crashed and burned The concept of you shines But the flesh and blood is so unkind Enough of you - I'd rather keep the notion The notion of you made me crave the real you The idea of you smelled as sweet As the actual you stinks The myth of you's profound But the real life you just runs your mouth Enough of you - I'd rather keep the notion 'Cause the notion of you remembers who The real you used to be And the legend of you wouldn't ever do The things you've done to me The notion of you is better than the real you The fiction of you owns my heart So the fact has got to go 'Cause if you stick around Well the notion just might gun you down Enough of you - I'd rather keep the notion |
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One More Lie
© 2001 Sean Altman & Patti Rothberg |
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So you've been raising hell baby You feel compelled to tell me Why couldn't you keep it to yourself? You denied it Friday You implied it Saturday Sunday - you shared the wealth (hey!) After all the times that you lied to me Did you have to tell the truth this time? After all the b.s. that you had me believe Baby one more lie would suit me fine So you had to clear your conscience But the truth don't console me (Now) I know that you're a phony But I wish you hadn't told me After all the times that you lied to me Babe you shoulda told me one more lie You got yourself undressed, baby Why did you go and confess to me? Save it - oh, save it for the priest With only one more fib, now I'd still be your prime rib, now You got to get yourself another main dish For your feast (hey!) chorus You coulda said you were shopping To buy your mama a brand new fridge You coulda said it was nothing Instead you had to tell how good it was and what you did See what the truth will get you baby? Now I ain't gonna sweat you no Get out, goodbye, and that's no lie (hey!) chorus |
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Over & Done
© 2001 Sean Altman |
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Shocking as it seems, I've nothing better To take up my time than think of you How happy it would make you if you knew I can smell your perfume on the pillow I can hear your voice tell me goodbye If I could hear myself I'd know its Time I recognize what's obvious to Anyone and everyone who's ever been oblivious or Blind to the signs and every indication that It's over, it's over, it's over It's over and done Not another day of looking backward Not another nightmare that we're through Not another wake up to find it's true I can make you gleam like polished silver Or I can make you reek of turpentine To try and strip away this wasted time chorus Done - that's a good one Like it's ever really done Yeah - done, like my longing And I know it's just begun 20/20 hindsight sure becomes you My memory has made you more sublime You'll probably be a saint before it's time chorus |
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Pass The Torch (I Know New York) Theme for the World University Games © 1993 Sean Altman |
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Pass on the torch, yeah Pass on the torch, woh Pass on the torch I'm looking up in to the harbor sky I feel the warmth of Lady Liberty's eyes The strength of everything that's come before, mmm And New York - it means so much to me My life, my home, my family The torch's light, the hope it brings My home's my freedom - let it ring so (Pass on the torch) from Manhattan, yeah (Pass on the torch) up to Buffalo (Pass on the torch) I know New York (Woh pass the torch) Said I know New York (Woh pass the torch) yes I do From Garden City where Lindbergh left To Seneca Falls, home of the suffragettes To Syracuse where they blow the snow off the dome Yeah my face to the sky and I Sing the pledge of allegiance in Rome I'm at the Frank Lloyd Wright homes in Buffalo From Albany where the laws come down To Niagara Falls, our honeymoon town, come on (Pass on the torch) North to White Plains (Pass on the torch) West to Geneva (Pass on the torch) I know New York, (Woh pass the torch) I know New York (Woh pass the torch) I know New York (Woh pass the torch) I know New York (Woh pass the torch) Itıs everything to me I sing it loud, yeah I'm proud to say that it's my home...yeah So (pass on the torch) into Rochester (Pass on the torch) through Batavia (Pass on the torch) I know The Apollo Theater comes to life after dark And like FDR I'm hanging out in Hyde Park And Sarasota where the redcoats lost their shirts Yeah I'm taking my time on ride a Binghamton spin on a merry-go-round Gonna have me a ball in Cooperstown An Ithaca ice cream Sunday treat And a glider ride in Elmira can't be beat, hey (Pass on the torch) On the Erie Canal (Pass on the torch) Uncle Sam in Troy (Pass on the torch) I know New York, (Woh pass the torch) I know New York (Woh pass the torch) I know New York (Woh pass the torch) I know New York Woh pass the torch (repeats under improvisations of NY locations): on the Appalachian Trail, through the Finger Lakes, to the Catskills, Adirondacks, into Schenectady, U-U-Utica, onto Lockport, Brooklyn Bronx & Queens, Chinatown, in Watkins Glen, Oneida, onto Harlem, onto Waterford, into Newburgh... Upstate down, east & west Y'know the New York State's the best (repeats) |
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Peanut Shell
© 1994 Sean Altman |
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I can see the clouds from above I am gazing down on some strain of love I could pop the tab and testify Why don't I... I've cruised the historical avenue How man's just a boor and the woman's a shrew But all of the bad times I've had with you Wouldn't do to fill up a peanut shell Yeah, I rewound my brain and I played it back Our train pulled a wheelie but stayed on the track And all the dirty rain from the clouds so black It's a fact couldn't fill up a peanut shell Through the monocle of love the hard lines blur And the manacles of love, well they're lined with fur But the barnacles of love grow faster and faster You'd wipe it all away with a wipe of your hand Yeah, quit this charade turning gold to tin My heart's a grenade, don't you pull the pin My love's fleshy fat and the bad blood's thin Pour it in, it won't fill up no peanut shell Through the monocle of love the straight lines curve And the manacles of love, well they're his and hers But the miracle of love will make you slur your words Like a babe with some proof in the bottle Come on down to the pavement, we'll roll and grind We'll scrape off the sin like a rotten rind And my arms gonna heal you like calamine And you'll find it's too much for some peanut shell You're gonna find we don't need no peanut shell Yeah, you're mine and we don't need nothing... Yeah Yeah.. |
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Person
© 1997 Sean Altman |
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I'm for loving & I'm for living - I ain't forgiving you I've never been that kind of person I can hold tight, when knuckles are white I'm looping the loop in roller coaster fright Centrifugal sin is peeling the skin from my body And the ride never ends, pull the brake & Wobble away, a carnival day A freak & a blind juggler guess my weight Calliope din is taking me in forever I'm for loving & I'm for living - I ain't forgiving you I've never been that kind of person I'm for begging & I'm for betting, but I ain't forgetting you I've never been that kind of person The farm was bait, my flesh on your plate You were high on the hog - why my bacon fate? The butter you churn, the bread that you burn Now you're cooking - and I'm eating paste, gimme pudding Mystery date, the murder charade The butler snuck out - came back dressed as the maid What am I against, & what am I for? I'll tell ya Chorus Burn me off, we leeches ride in the hearse I'll just morph my features to something worse I'm the slave come back from the grave 'cause it's only pain - just fogs my glasses Chorus |
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Person
© 1998 Sean Altman |
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I'm for loving & I'm for living I ain't forgiving you I've never been that kind of person I can hold tight, when knuckles are white I'm looping the loop in roller coaster fright Centrifugal sin is peeling the skin from my body And the ride never ends, pull the brake & Wobble away, a carnival day A freak & a blind juggler guess my weight Calliope din is raking me in forever I'm for loving & I'm for living I ain't forgiving you I've never been that kind of person I'm for begging & I'm for betting But I ain't forgetting you I've never been that kind of person Wound in my bed, my room lined with lead Your wretched rejection still rings in my head I plunged your latrine of pungent cuisine all for nothing but a mouthful of paste, all 'cause of a Mystery date, a wedding charade With fire & bombs bursting out of the cake Combustible dreams encrusted in cream, take cover chorus Burn me off, I leech with a quenchless thirst I'll just morph my features to something worse I'm the slave come back from the grave 'cause it's only pain just fogs my glasses chorus |
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Presents
© 1992 Sean Altman |
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My... presents, my my presents Fork it up, give it over, deliver the goods now, presents Feed my desire for cool possessions Wrap it up make a mega-donation in my direction Oh you gotta get in the spirit of the occasion, mama And if it isn't one, make one up, yeah Just as long as I got something to flaunt and I'm gettin' what I want... presents! I'm not needy; I'm just greedy And if my vision of the world is skewed maybe my eyes are too beady I won't leave it if I can't take it And it I can't keep it all to myself I'd rather break it Oh, and if your brain is strained and you can't be creative, Daddy Open your wallet I'll take the cash, yeah; Quality or quantity, long as I'm gettin' the whole hog I know, you'll padlock it; or even hock it; You got the littlest dinosaur arm and the damnedest longest pockets! So who's more twisted or more blacklisted? You got me, the menace of greed and you, the lord of all tightfisted But if you bend with the breeze and cut loose the bounty baby Well maybe then I won't eat you up Box the spoils with a bow and a bonnet and believe it or not Believe it or not... I won't even thank you! |
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Presto Change-o
© 1997 Sean Altman |
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I'm in love, I'm in danger I'm insane, I'm enslaved by an intimate stranger In my home, in my bed Thinking we're fine, fine, fine Tell me what kind of magic Every dream that I planned Gone in one sleight of hand (Presto Change-o) Tell me what kind of dime-store illusion I'm a disappearing act, just a dove from your hat Out of luck, out of focus Outa your chains, out of range of your hocus pocus Out of body, are you out to get me Acting fine, fine, fine Chorus Tell me what kind of magic You're a jinx and I'm damned Just a shill for your scam (Presto Change-o) Tell me what kind of side-show illusion You done sawed me in half, all your fans clap and laugh, yeah... |
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Pretty Baby
© 1996 Sean Altman |
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Pretty Baby, now the wheezing crowds have gone - we're all alone Pretty Baby, and the weeds have shrouded over what was home Pretty Baby, and you wear the lines of pain like family jewels Pretty Baby, and I'm feeling twice my age but still a fool I dream you, but I don't want to Ain't nothing sweeter I can hold onto It's hard for a man to do, but I do it for you Pretty Baby, from a motel room I've made you many things From a baby, to a goblin to an angel lost her wings I feel you, I never used to & now you bruise me, and now I ooze you It's hard for a man to do, but I do it for you Hey babe, was that your face in my cup? I don't know, but I know I'd rather believe than give up Maybe I'll meet you with dead cool eyes But you know, and I know I'm crumbling in disguise Pretty Baby, and the blanket forms a shape -- I hope it's you It's amazing, & I yank it back and pray somehow I knew I miss you, but I don't want to I lost your kiss, now my will is gone too It's hard for a man to do, but I do it for you |
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Polly Gets
© 1997 Sean Altman |
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When Polly lies, her engine purrs The polygraph was named for her When Polly laughs, her pleasure's pain When Polly cries, it's acid rain Polly wants what Polly gets But Polly frets cause she aint got nuthin yet Polly gets what Polly wants -- a Crackerjack man When Polly blows, duck'n'cover quick The brightest fuse, the quickest wick When Polly breathes, it's dragon fire A lady's wink, a man's desire Chorus Polly's nails are long & curved & black I got a set of matching scars Raked permanent deep in my back When polly rings, there's trouble soon When polly sings, she howls the moon & Polly's boys keep diggin' her ditch She ain't no dog - she's just a bitch Chorus Jacking every cracker off |
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