Archive for January, 2014

Dona Bay

Posted: January 31, 2014 by gamillerlasvegas in about water
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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

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My Lovely Wino

baby you drink like a Great White shark / you drink like a Great White shark

the bartender grins when you tip him a fin / you drink like a Great White shark

baby you drink like Hemingway / you drink like Hemingway

I’ve had a lot of fun playing ‘hide my shotgun’ / but you drink like Hemingway

baby you drink like a sinking ship / you drink like a sinking ship

please have a burrito before you get torpedoed / you drink like a sinking ship

baby you drink like an asteroid / you drink like an asteroid

you’re hitting that ocean with your lips in motion

hitting that ocean with your lips in motion

baby you even drink more than me / you even drink more than me

the bartender grins / “it’s closing time friends”

and you say “hey, let’s drive on out to VIVA LAS VEGAS”

copyright – G.A. Miller

tires

Posted: January 21, 2014 by gamillerlasvegas in sorta on the road
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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

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

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

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

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