Archive for January, 2014
Dona Bay
Posted: January 31, 2014 by gamillerlasvegas in about waterTags: Boats, Clouds, Dona Bay, Florida Gulf Coast, Trees
Goldfish Blues
Posted: January 26, 2014 by gamillerlasvegas in g.a. miller songs with lyricsTags: Attempted Humor, Bibles, Blues, Goldfish, Kitchen sinks, Mailboxes, photos with hats in them, Shrubs, Straitjackets, Wedding Rings
Goldfish Blues
I go out on our front porch / hurl my wedding ring into the night
I go out on our front porch, baby / hurl my wedding ring into the night
now it’s out there with your pots and pans
the moon is straitjacket white
I stagger back inside / gather up all your high-heel shoes
I stagger back inside, baby / gather up all your high-heel shoes
your goldfish hides down in his castle
this night is giving him the blues
I chuck out another empty beer can / man, I sure can drink
I chuck out another empty beer can, baby / man, I sure can drink
the neighbors are sitting around in their lawn-chairs
waiting for the kitchen sink
you didn’t take much when you left / you didn’t care for memories at all
you didn’t take much when you left, baby / you didn’t care for memories at all
that’s your Bible over by the mailbox
it was a righteous curve ball
I rip out my aching heart / toss it into the shrubs
I rip out my aching heart, baby / toss it into the shrubs
I go back inside and grin at your goldfish
“how’s it goin’ there, bub?”
glub glub glub glub
copyright – G. A. Miller
meanwhile, back in Vegas (cover tune)
Posted: January 24, 2014 by gamillerlasvegas in photos with hats in themTags: Attempted Humor, Cappelli, etc, Hatai, Hats, Hatut, Hute, Kaiapok, Las Vegas, Sombreros. Chapeaux, Topi
tires
Posted: January 21, 2014 by gamillerlasvegas in sorta on the roadTags: Florida Gulf Coast, palm trees, Stop Signs, Tires Plus
Kathy I Live in a Trailer
Posted: January 20, 2014 by gamillerlasvegas in g.a. miller songs with lyricsTags: Cheerleaders, Coors, High School Re-unions, humorous songs, Power Lines, Quarterbacks, Refineries, Sewage Treatment Plants, Trailers, Trains, Tuff Sheds
https://soundcloud.com/g-a-miller/kathy-i-live-in-atrailer
Kathy I Live in a Trailer
today I got a postcard / they somehow tracked me down
thirty-year high school reunion / back in my home town
now I’m thinking about you Kathy / and how you used to lead those cheers
as I sit here in my single-wide / and down a dozen beers
Kathy I live in a trailer / it’s near some railroad tracks
got a carport on the side Kath / a Tuff Shed in the back
ten feet from the tracks
another train goes rumbling by / my little kitchen’s rocking back and forth
I can smell that sewage treatment plant / on a cool breeze from the north
I wonder if you remember me / I had a hall locker right next to yours
I guess I was just a stoner back then / these days I stick to Coors
Kathy I live in a trailer / power lines right over my head
my wife, she could not stand it no more / she took off with the mailman, Fred
thank you very much Fred
that locomotive horn / is drowning out my neighbor’s angry shouts
he’ll strangle her some day / of that there is no doubt
I guess you married that quarterback Kath / and long may he prevail
I guess you didn’t get the blues like this / when your postcard came in the mail
Kathy I live in a trailer / it’s near a refinery too
after all these years Kath / I’m still in love with you
time for another brew
copyright – G.A. Miller
Think Tank Zombies
Posted: January 19, 2014 by gamillerlasvegas in g.a. miller songs with lyricsTags: Chinese Computers, Global Warming, humorous songs, Minimum Wages, Rats, Think Tanks, Zombies
Think Tank Zombies
zombies get to work, shoes all muddy / zombie security – “mornin’ everybody”
think tank zombies
minimum wages, zombies do not mind / planet’s heating up, they don’t give a rat’s behind
think tank zombies
zombie at the printer, zombie at the shredder / zombie secretary in a moldy Christmas sweater
think tank funded by zombie zillionaires / elevator’s busted, zombies gotta use the stairs
think tank zombies
zombies in cubicles playing solitaire / on Chinese computers, they won’t need Medicare
think tank zombies, zombies USA / thinking to do, stay out of their way
think tank zombies
copyright – G.A.Miller
Maybe I’ll Move To Vegas
Posted: January 17, 2014 by gamillerlasvegas in g.a. miller songs with lyricsTags: Beaver UT, Big Macs, Brine Shrimp, Chris Jamison, Elvis, Las Vegas, Neil Diamond, Ocean's 11, Roy Orbison, Salt Lake City, Slot Machines, Wasatch Beer, Weird Al Yankovic
https://soundcloud.com/g-a-miller/maybe-ill-move-to-vegas
Maybe I’ll Move To Vegas
maybe I’ll move to Vegas / tell the Brine Shrimp* “see ya later”
curl my hair and get some glasses / be a Weird Al imitator
gonna drive all the women crazy / singin’ ’bout my bologna
do ‘Another One Rides the Bus’ / for the old folks from Sedona
hey maybe I’ll move to Vegas
maybe I’ll move to Vegas / it’s right down I-15
I’ll try not to get in a car crash / I don’t need no ruptured spleen
gonna buy a Big Mac in Beaver / with some french fries and a Sprite
Beaver,city of magic / Beaver, city of lights
hey maybe I’ll move to Vegas
maybe I’ll move to Vegas / put a slot machine in my kitchen
my friends from L.A. will come to visit me / they’ll say “wow dude, how bitchen”
gonna find me a forty-something waitress / who looks good in a mini-skirt
I’ll get in an all night poker game / probably lose my Hawaiian shirt
hey maybe I’ll move to Vegas
move it
maybe I’ll move to Vegas / maybe not, I don’t know
I’ve been watching ‘Ocean’s 11′ / on the Late Late Show
we could start up another Rat Pack / all those other imitators and I
I’m talkin’ Elvis and Neil Diamond / and that lonely Orbison guy
hey maybe I’ll move to Vegas
I said maybe I’ll move to Vegas
* this song was written and recorded in Salt Lake City, Utah. Brine Shrimp are tiny gastronomical delights you can scoop right out of The Great Salt Lake by the bucket-full. I recommend washing them down with Wasatch Beer.
copyright – G.A. Miller
Ocean Motel
Posted: January 15, 2014 by gamillerlasvegas in g.a. miller songs with lyricsTags: Brad Steven Johnson, Coffee Shops, Dave Floor, Greg Floor, Jim Jarvis, meanwhile, back in las vegas, Motels, Neon, Oceans, Tony Korologos, Waitresses
https://soundcloud.com/g-a-miller/21-ocean-motel
Ocean Motel
there is an ocean motel / that I check into sometimes
look out upon a blue mystery / search for a few more rhymes
search for a few more rhymes
there is a coffee shop / a waitress who calls me ‘hon’
a short order cook with tattoos and blues / day is done, setting sun
day is done, setting sun
there is a neon cocktail glass / blue olive and blue swizzle
as the sea turns black and the highway shines / in late December drizzle
late December drizzle
(repeat 1st verse)
copyright – G.A. Miller
featuring; Tony Korologos (drums) Greg Floor (saxophone) Jim Jarvis (bass) Brad Steven Johnson (guitars)
Here’s Your Newspaper
Posted: January 13, 2014 by gamillerlasvegas in g.a. miller songs with lyricsTags: Alley Oop, Bikes, Dave Miller, Electric Guitars, Liquor Stores, Motley Crue, Paper-Routes, Rubber-Bands
https://soundcloud.com/g-a-miller/heres-your-newspaper
Here’s Your Newspaper
folding the papers for the routes / “darn it David, cut it out”
my younger brother Dave had a route too / with a rubber-band his aim was true
here’s your newspaper
Dave’s route had more customers than mine / I think he had about one-hundred and nine
he’d make it back home before I did / my younger brother Dave was a speedy little kid
here’s your newspaper / throw ’em Dave
there was kid on my route, played electric guitar / you could hear him practice and you knew he’d go far
practice, perfect – yeah that’s true / these days he’s still pickin’ with Motley Crue
rock on Bob, here’s your newspaper
I’d stop my bike at Buck’s Liquor Store / buy myself a Coke, bubble-gum and some more
I’d take a little break and think about life / down the alley some guy would shout at his wife
“WHERE’S MY NEWSPAPER?!”
we were paperboys, me and old Dave / throwing the headlines the grown-ups craved
throwing the coupons so they could save / throwing Alley Oop sitting in his cave
last night’s baseball, Dodgers and Braves / we were paperboys, me and old Dave
here’s your newspaper
rock on, Dave
copyright – G.A. Miller
photo by Karen Stockert