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Song For Liz

on nights like this when I feel blue / and I need to see your smile

this photo album takes me to / places we ain’t been for a while

here you are riding a bike / that first one that I bought for you

right now it’s sitting over in self-storage / with your comic books, and a spider too

here you are at Mile Square Park / zipping along on some roller skates

your snow cone fell on the ground that day / just your typical snow cone fate

kiddo you’re so far away / I think about you every day

I sit and look at pictures as the radio plays

and I hope you’re doing okay

on nights like this when I feel blue / and I need to see your smile

this photo album takes me to / places we ain’t been for a while

copyright – G.A. Miller

featuring; Jim Jarvis (bass) Jake Jacobson (drums) Brad Steven Johnson (electric guitar) and Greg Floor (saxophone)

 

 

Workin’ for the O’l U.P.

up near Castle Rock in midnight rain / an engineer yawns on a slow freight train

he says “it’s just about like workin’ days” / I light up a smoke and sit in the haze

(chorus) hey Ma, still workin’ for the ol’ U.P. / hey Pa, they’ve been pretty good to me

hey wife, I’ll be home eventually / baby baby, I’m  workin’ for the ol’ U.P.

we ain’t bound for glory or any crusade / just a motel hallway, morning maids

up near Castle Rock, hey, listen, listen / to the bones of deer in the headlights glisten

(chorus)

up near Castle Rock in midnight rain / an engineer smiles on a slow freight train

he says “it’s just about like workin’ days” / I light up a smoke and sit in the haze

(chorus)

copyright G.A. Miller

featuring; Jim Jarvis (bass, pedal steel guitar) Brad Steven Johnson (electric guitar) Tony Korologos (drums)

 

 

 

One For Franz Kafka

moved out to California, took a room up seven flights (x2)

this morning I’m a giant cockroach, write it off as another bad night

they say an artist named Melissa used to  live right here in 702 (x2)

I walk over to the window, the very one through which she flew

looking down through the window, they’re towing away someone’s old Chevelle (x2)

it’s a world for painting flowers, portraits of yourself can give you hell

I turn away from the window and I go and grab myself a brew (x2)

I’ll find a job tomorrow, there must be work that a roach can do

copyright – G.A. Miller

featuring; Jim Jarvis (bass) Brad Steven Johnson (electric guitars) Jake Jacobson (drums)

Pickin’ on Billy*

back in college Bill tried marijuana / but at least he did not inhale

then he was the guv, with the crazy moon above / “come on Paula baby, save my whale”

(chorus)  everybody’s pickin’ on Billy / pick away, pick away, pick away

back in Little Rock we guard the still / and wonder why they pick on Bill

maybe he didn’t sell arms to Iranians / or lead the country by astrology

there’s itches you don’t scratch around old Orin Hatch / he ain’t takin’ no apology

(repeat chorus)

late at night in the Oval Office / what the hell ya doin’ now Bill?

“long distance call down to Oklahoma, ya’ll / wakin’ up old Anita Hill”

(repeat chorus)

*  That’s my brother Dave in the photo. He didn’t care for Bill, but we played a lot of songs together. Rock on Dave!

copyright – G.A. Miller

featuring; Brad Steven Johnson (electric guitar) Greg Floor (saxophone) Jim Jarvis (bass) Jake Jacobson (drums)

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)

2002

Salt Lake City gonna have an Olympics / in the year 2002

gonna rent my house out to some Austrians / ten thousand bucks for the week will do

Salt Lake City gonna have an Olympics / wish I owned  a laundromat

fifty bucks a load and a small box of soap / only Democrats would be against that

Salt Lake City’s gonna have an Olympics / yeah, them wonderful winter games

gonna need to hire some extra security / maybe we can get Tanya what’s her name

Salt Lake City gonna have an Olympics / I stay calm behind the wheel

we’re gonna get us a brand new freeway / a few extra wrecks is no big deal

yahoo yahoo 2002 / yahoo yahoo 2002

Salt Lake City’s gonna have an Olympics / God’s on our side, He’ll clean the air

we can take the homeless / and cram ’em  in boxcars / ship them off to a camp somewhere

Salt Lake City’s gonna have an Olympics / Olympics are just fine by me

of course, with my house rented out to Austrians / I’ll be catching rays in Waikiki

aloha

copyright – G.A. Miller

photo by Karen Stockert

Happy Holidays to Elmore Griff and the Barking Spiders!

Armadillo Olympics

well I’m cruisin’ down old Georgia way / in my Econoline

doin’ a hundred and ninety-nine / I gotta get there on time

headin’ for a glorious event / it’s my favorite time of the year

headin’ for the Armadillo Olympics / sheddin’ these joyful tears

(chorus) Armadillo Olympics / got to get a box seat

can of Billy Beer,*  listen to me cheer / my life is complete 

well they catch a messa ‘dillos and they stick ’em in trunks / put numbers on their backs

they line ’em up and they let ’em loose / off they run around the track

they got swimmin’ and the high hurdles / and a slidin’ broad-jump too

we watch them ‘dillos match their skills / then we toss ’em in the barbecue (repeat chorus)

munchin’ down on a ‘dillo-burger / it tastes a lot like bacon

Gold Medal winners make the best eatin’ / if I’m not mistaken

‘course if you’re a vegetarian / you will not like this song

you will not like the Armadillo Olympics / so stay home where you belong (repeat chorus)

*Billy Beer was brewed by President Jimmy Carter’s brother Billy. The story goes that Jimmy drank a little too much of it, which is how he got whupped by Ronald Reagan, who only drank Shirley Temples.

copyright – G.A. Miller

photo by Lizzie Miller